A Lonely Reign Ch 08 Final Chapter

Author's note: This is the final chapter in this story, if you don't want the full build-up to Caera and Torven's romance, I would recommend you at least read Chapter 7 before this one. Enjoy!

Consetta let out a small yelp as Torven's hand clapped against her arse. He spanked her again a little harder, causing her cheeks to quiver before they settled again with perfect rigidity. This time Consetta didn't cry out, but her face did get redder. She caught Caera's eye at the far end of the bed. Caera was watching with shameful enjoyment as her thorny handmaiden was given a long overdue humiliation. Another part of her was also quite turned on at seeing her lover naked and taking such care in slapping Consetta's arse. Her hand gripped her nipple slightly harder.

Consetta suddenly squealed again. Torven's hand had ventured a little lower, and delivered a slap between Consetta's perfectly parted buttocks. To Caera, it sounded like Consetta hadn't entirely disliked that last spank. Torven did it again, and Consetta gasped once more, but this time Caera caught her eyes rolling upwards in her head. Consetta was actually enjoying this! Torven's slaps grew more frequent, with Consetta choosing to bury her face in the bedclothes to avoid meeting Caera's eye.

Eventually Torven stopped spanking Consetta's pert arse, and motioned for her to stand again. When Consetta turned away from the bed, Caera could see the pink marks all over her handmaiden's buttocks were already fading. Clearly, Torven had not been spanking her very hard.

"Is it over now?" asked Consetta sullenly, scowling up at Torven once more.

"Well, that tone doesn't really sound like someone who has showing much remorse. I think you haven't quite learnt your lesson." Torven winked at Caera.

"Yes, Sir Torven, I would say punishment should continue as you see fit," called Caera from between the pillows. Caera had recognised the glint in Torven's eye and knew he was plotting something.

"Very well your majesty, I shall continue. Kneel down, Consetta."

"What? Oh, alright." Consetta's cheeks blushed crimson again, but she did as she was told and knelt down.

Torven strode over to where Consetta knelt at the foot of the bed, then directed a wink towards Caera. He paused for a moment, towering over Consetta's minute form, as she gazed up at him uncertainly. Without warning, he swung his hips and slapped his hard cock against her cheek. Consetta squealed in surprise, but didn't turn her head away. Torven clapped her across the face again, bouncing his rigid dick into the side of her other cheek. Caera lay on the bed still, but her hand crept down to between her legs and started to rub. She wished it was her that was getting so well acquainted with Torven's throbbing member, but she was prepared to wait her turn.

Torven took his dick in hand and rubbed in on Consetta's cheek. By now, Consetta had stopped all noises of protest. She just looked upwards at Torven, mouth half open. He moved his cock closer to her mouth, then started rubbing the head of his cock along Consetta's lips. A thin trail of pre-cum leaked from his head and left a small glistening trail along her top lip

"Take it in your mouth." Torven's order split the silence, and Consetta jolted as if coming out of a trance.

Her brow furrowed uncertainly, and Caera felt a degree of sympathy towards her. It was not so long ago that she had been faced with this situation and hadn't known what to do. This time though, Torven was not prepared to be patient.

"In your mouth, now!" Leaving no chance for Consetta to protest, he pushed his cock past her lips. Her eyes widened as his girth stretched her mouth open. Consetta's mouth was small like the rest of her, so his large dick entering her mouth was an almost comical mismatch. To her credit, Consetta did her best to allow his cock inside, but she could barely open wide enough. Torven reached around to clasp the back of her head, encouraging her to bob her head forwards and back. She managed to advance her mouth a little way down his shaft, but no further than that.

Caera watched closely as her friend struggled to handle Torven's shaft. She was now rubbing her clitoris firmly, occasionally slipping a finger inside to spread more of her moistness around. Taking pity on Consetta, she stepped down from the bed knelt next to her.

"Out of the way Con, this is how he likes it." As Torven turned to face her instead, Caera marvelled at how her sexual confidence had blossomed in these recent weeks. It hadn't been so long ago she would blush at the thought of even kissing a man. Once his cock was within reach, Caera gripping his shaft firmly with one hand and hungrily stuffed it into her mouth. Torven flung his head back and closed his eyes. She slid her mouth up and down a few times to thoroughly moisten it, then settled into a smooth rhythm of licking with her tongue and stroking with her hand.

Beside her, Consetta watched wide-eyed as Caera expertly pleasured Torven. Consetta kneaded her petite tits, rubbing her palms against her minute nipples. When Torven opened his eyes again he noticed what Consetta was doing.

"Rub your pussy too," he commanded. "You've done it before so you might as well enjoy the close-up view."

Obedient as ever, she quickly slid her hand between her legs and began to rub. Caera continued to engulf Torven's cock, giving small hums of satisfaction as she worked him deeper into her mouth. Consetta was leaning in even closed now, her fingers making wet, squelching noises as they rubbed hard between her pussy lips.

After a short while Consetta tentatively asked "Can I...can I try again?" Torven gave her a curious look, then grunted his assent. He turned slightly to face Consetta, this time opting to let her take it at her own pace. Consetta ceased rubbing her pussy, instead using her hand to guide Torven's cock into her mouth instead. She strained her mouth wide open, making small gulping noises as his dick slowly advanced. Copying what she had seen Caera do, she used her hands to cradle his balls, and rubbed rhythmically at the base of his shaft.

Torven's eyes closed once again, his mouth slightly ajar. Caera thought that Consetta was handling Torven's cock a bit better this time; Torven's contented sighs seemed evidence enough. Caera resumed rubbing her pussy but stayed kneeling next to Consetta, leaning in close to get the best view of Torven's taut abdominal muscles and throbbing erection. Caera glanced up at Torven's face. His furrowed brow and heavy breathing told her one thing: he was going to climax soon. A wicked thought entered her mind; perhaps Consetta's punishment and humiliation wasn't quite over yet. Caera ceased pleasuring herself and waited for her opportunity.

Consetta continued sucking Torven's cock. She moaned onto his dick as she revelled in the pleasure of the experience, all reluctance forgotten. She seemed oblivious to Torven's imminent orgasm, continuing to lather this cock with her saliva. A few seconds later she paused for a breath, still gently rubbing the slick contours of Torven's shaft. Caera seized her opportunity by seizing his cock. She rapidly jerked the head of Torven's cock, making him loudly groan with anticipation. Moments later, Torven hips rocked, his cock throbbed, and then erupted.

His cum exploded right onto Consetta's unsuspecting face. Her mouth was instantly plastered, then the following ropes pulsed onto her neck and tits. Consetta was rendered speechless as her petite features were coated with Torven's explosive climax.

"There, now you've seen everything," said Caera triumphantly, as she licked her hand clean.

"Time to clean up!" announced Torven, taking Consetta by the back of the head and guiding her mouth around his semi-flaccid member. Still looking a little shocked, Consetta wrapped her mouth around him. She slurped up and down until his cock was spotless. Caera brought a small cloth for Consetta and allowed her to dab at the mess around her mouth, chin, and chest.

"Consider you punishment over," declared Caera, taking pity on her dishevelled servant. "You may go."

Consetta looked up expectantly. "Is that all?" she asked in a small voice. "Can't I stay? You know, for the rest?"

Torven raised a quizzical eyebrow at Caera. "What do you think?"

Caera made a show of scratching her chin, as if deep in thought.

"I suppose so," said Caera eventually.

"Excellent!" said Torven brightly. "Onto the bed, both of you."

Both Caera and Consetta scrambled up onto the bed, then laid back onto the pillows side by side. Caera spread her legs wide, whereas Consetta demurely crossed hers.

"Legs open, Consetta," tutted Torven. He quickly took in the view, then strode over to the side table. He took several swigs from a tankard of ale, wiped his lips, then ventured towards the bed again. Both Caera and Consetta watched him as he strode about the room. Caera stared hungrily at his firm buttocks and wide shoulders, whilst Consetta was most interested in his now dormant manhood and the way it swung about with every stride.

Torven mounted the bed and crawled towards the two women until he was kneeling before them. Without saying a word, he lifted Caera's leg up, and moved it sideways to rest on top of Consetta's. With legs intertwined, their buttocks gently rested together. Torven moved closer still, until he was knelt right over their crossed knees. He reached out with both his hands and grabbed first Caera's breast, then Consetta's.

Consetta's breast was barely a handful but it was incredibly firm; it barely seemed to move as he massaged it. In contrast, Caera's breast was far more generous, spilling softly out over the sides of his hand. His fingers found two very excited nipples which he eagerly pinched and twisted. Both women moaned softly as his capable hands kneaded their tits and teased their nipples. Caera stared as the muscles of his torso rippled and moved her hand towards the small tuft of brown hair between her legs. Torven slapped her hand away playfully.

"Be patient, my love. All in good time," admonished Torven. Under a withering look from Caera, Torven finally relented and reached his own hand down between Caera's legs. Caera's pussy was soaking wet, his fingers easily glided between her folds and entered her. As his finger advanced, Caera noticed that Torven's cock was starting to harden once again. Keen not to be left out, Consetta herself lifted Torven's hand from her small breast and placed it a the base of her stomach. Smirking slightly, Torven took the hint and slid his hand between Consetta's legs too. Finding her equally aroused, he took his time explore the new terrain.

He found her clitoris easily enough and began to slowly circle it, with the fingers of his other hand still buried halfway inside Caera. To Torven it seemed that Consetta was incredibly sensitive. Even with gentle touches she was trembling and yelping, barely able to stay still on the bed. When he pressed more firmly, she quivered and moaned loudly, her hips bucking wildly against his hand. Enjoying the power her had over her, Torven rapidly circled Consetta most sensitive spot, firmly rubbing it over and over.

Consetta's whole body arched upwards as she climaxed, her eyes tight shut as she cried out uncontrollably. Moments later she flopped down onto the pillows, panting heavily.

"Ahem," coughed Caera, looked pointedly at Torven. With the arrival of Consetta's swift climax, he had lost focus on Caera. Doing as Caera demanded, he directed his efforts towards Caera's waiting pussy. Slipping two fingers inside, he curled them upwards with practised ease. Caera rested contentedly on the pillows as her lover expertly explored her folds. Caera closed her eyes and focussed on nothing but the pleasure between her legs. Caera moaned softy when Torven leant forwards and languidly licked along the length of her slit.

His talented tongue slid her folds aside, then fluttered at her opening. Torven tasted a fresh wave of sweetness from within, then explored further up to tease her clitoris. Caera felt a huff of warm breath on her side. She opened her eyes and saw Consetta has recovered from her climax and was leaning in close to the action, with one hand resting on Caera's hip. Her eyes were wide as she put her face a few inches from Torven's, utterly absorbed in the action unfolding. Torven increased his tempo, lashing Caera's pussy with his tongue. He increased the firmness of his strokes on her clitoris, and Caera felt her own climax build.

"Yes, don't stop," she begged, as he circled her clitoris ever faster.

Torven reached down slid his finger inside once more, which was enough to push Caera over the edge. The joint stimulation on her clitoris and deep inside was too much for Caera. She screwed her eyes shut and clasped the bedsheets in both hands. Her climax came in a rush, zipping outwards from deep within her. Caera's thighs clamped hard around Torven's head as she moaned long and hard. She felt an unexpected zing of pleasure from her nipple as it was caressed by an unseen hand, prolonging her pleasure.

After a few moments Torven pushed her legs off and sat up again, but Caera could still feel a hand gently rubbing her breast. She opened her eyes and saw that it was Consetta. She gave Caera a rare smile, saying "You looked like you needed some help. It seemed like the right thing to do." Consetta gave one last squeeze then lifted her hand away. Caera was still dazed from the intensity of her climax, she just smiled back and lay still. Caera noticed Torven's cock was still at half-mast, so she lazily gestured to Consetta.

"Why don't you bring that fallen soldier back to attention?" suggested Caera. "I think we will be needing it soon!"

Consetta eagerly leapt up, then crawled on all fours towards Torven's waiting dick. She wrapped her mouth around the soft flesh, finally able to comfortably fit him inside. Having seen Caera at work, she quickly brought him up to full hardness, bulging her cheeks outwards as she did so. This was helped by the fact that Consetta was so short that in her position on all fours in front of him he could easily reach her firm buttocks. He grabbed and fondled the pert flesh with gusto, as the tiny woman determinedly licked his head.

Torven eventually pushed Consetta away, saying "that's very good, but we don't want me going too far." He turned to Caera. "Need anything, darling?" gesturing towards his now erect member.

Caera wriggled slightly and looked at him sleepily. "Not right now, my love, I'm still recovering. Anyway, guests should go first."

Torven grinned at this, then focussed once more on Consetta.

"Turn around," he ordered, a hint of his previous dominance returning. Consetta swivelled on the bed, facing away from Torven on her hands and knees. "Good. Now stay very still, this might be a lot for your first time."

Consetta was breathing heavily, but remained in position as she had been ordered. Caera reached out to her and held one of her hands, giving a reassuring squeeze.

"Just relax," she whispered to Consetta, as Torven approached her from behind.

Consetta shivered as Torven's hand caressed her buttock. She trembled again as the tip of his twitching cock brushed against her pussy. Caera continued to hold Consetta's hand, but she guessed Consetta was nervous rather than reluctant. With the most minute movement, Torven pressed the head of his cock a little more firmly against her opening. Consetta let out a small "ah" as he entered her a fraction. Although her cunt was still dripping wet, her tightness stopped Torven from going any further.

Caera took in the scene. Torven was tall and broad, his muscles tautly flexing in the candlelight. Consetta's tiny figure was dwarfed in comparison. Torven towered over Consetta, his hard cock questing forwards to enter further. Caera moved around to the side to get a better view of Torven's manhood. She saw how little he had penetrated, and remembered how gently they had to proceed during her first time with Torven.

She placed a hand on Torven's stomach to stop him from thrusting again, then reached down to take his cock in her hand. She rubbed the head of his firmly up and down Consetta's slit, spreading the plentiful wetness around with a slick, slapping sound. She rubbed his shaft a few times too, to ensure he was still at full hardness. She settled his head over Consetta's opening once more.

"Let Con do it," she said to Torven. "I know she's tight but let her take it slowly." She turned to Consetta and held her hand again. "Gently back into him. He's pretty big but it gets easier. Just take your time. Oh, and let me return the favour." Caera reached over to gently cup Consetta's breast, just as Consetta had done to her earlier. It was strange to compare the firm texture there to her own softer tits, but it was not altogether unpleasant.

Her face bright red, eyes closed in concentration, Consetta started to swing her hips rearward. Ever so slightly, Torven watched his cock disappear inside Consetta. He inhaled sharply as the tightness wrapped around his shaft. For her part, Consetta panted "ah, ah, ah" over and over. She was almost overwhelmed by how completely Torven was filling her, in addition to the stimulus from Caera's hand kneading her breast.

Once Torven's cock was buried about halfway he drew back sharply, leaving just the tip inside. Consetta gasped suddenly, then carefully drove her hips backwards to take him inside once more. Her progress was smoother this time, and it was not long before she was gently sliding back and forth along his length. Once he was sure she could take it, Torven surprised her once more. He grabbed Consetta by the hips and lifted her off the bed. Only her hands were still on the sheets, her legs were completely in the air with his dick still deep inside her. Caera watched with interest as his broad arms flexed and he grunted a little with the effort. Torven quickened his tempo, rhythmically thrusting inside. Recovering from the sudden change in position, Consetta did her best to wrap her legs around Torven, encouraging him deeper.

Caera allowed this to continue a little while, then finally grew impatient.

"My turn!" she announced, withdrawing her fingers from where she had been fondling Consetta's tiny nipple. Torven set Consetta back down on the bed and pulled out of her. Caera instantly leant forward to capture his cock in her mouth. She tasted the unfamiliar tang of Consetta's juices, and glanced up to meet Torven's gaze. Taking him as deep as she dared, she continued enthusiastically bobbing up and down his shaft as if to remind everyone Torven's true lover was.

Satisfied she had got her message across, she laid back into the pillows and spread her legs wide. Torven wasted no time in settling over her, resting comfortably on his elbows. He nudged his cock into her entrance, then smoothly thrust deep inside her. Caera's breath caught in her throat as he gently fucked her. She lifted her hips slightly to allow him better access, then closed her eyes and let him take her. Torven's cock slid in and out with ease, searching the depths of her most intimate area.

After a short while, Torven knelt up and pushed Caera's legs further back. He continued thrusting from his upright position, going a little faster now. He took Consetta's hand and placed it between Caera's legs, just above where his cock was penetrating her.

"She likes it if you rub just there," he instructed. Both women gave him a withering look, as if to say "Well, obviously." Torven just smiled, then continued humping his Queen.

Consetta did as directed, making Caera sigh contentedly as she circled the willing flesh. Caera felt her breaths become more rapid, and she saw her lover's face was also starting to flush. Torven gripped Caera's thighs, plunging his dick inside her ever faster.