Preparing the Pleasure Pool

Up in the hills near Queen Bromgotta's capital, there was a little-walked valley with a steaming mineral spring. For weeks, Mechina had been working hard on a private pleasure spa, Dromfet's birthday present for his sister the Queen. Bromgotta's military advisor Tryck had complained that Mechina wasn't available when he needed to discuss siege engineering and military mechanics with her, and even sex-besotted Queen Bromgotta had begun to notice that Mechina wasn't around as often as she usually was with a new mechanical amusement or spring-wound sex toy.

Fortunately for Dromfet, the season's turn brought fresh distraction for the Queen. A new crop of pages and young gentle-ladies from noble Gnome families arrived at Bromgotta's court, and she had barely begun to cut a swath through them. Dromfet himself had managed to keep on the Queen's good side by sponsoring brief comic and dramatic plays to present at court. The comedies he put on poked fun at himself for being too serious-minded, and the dramas made the double-dealing Elves the villains, and the dreamy Nymphs and slow-witted Trolls their dupes, while the clever and industrious Gnomes saved the day.

Dromfet also began to spin his own web of spies, siphoning off bits of the royal entertainment budget and his own princely allowance to cultivate contacts among the traveling minstrels, actors, merchants, toymakers, and tinkers who traveled the high roads of Fillindale. What he learned worried him, but he was not sure how to proceed. Tryck would not discuss his plans with the Prince, and so he heard only bits at second hand through one Gnomish warrior or another.

Finally Mechina announced with her usual braid-shaking, jump-up-and-down enthusiasm that all the pieces were ready. "The stonemasons, they took so long," she complained. "The pools, the benches, the massage table, the fireplace. Always moving this, adjusting that, recutting, re-grinding, to drive me bat-wings it was! All done. You must come see, Queen's birthday is soon," she said. "And I have my own special present to build for her."

"I wish to make sure that she will be very happy with my, truly with our present to her," Dromfet said. "That there is variety to amuse her, reliable pleasure to comfort her, and a little of the unexpected to keep her guessing. I would be pleased to see you demonstrate its delights. You're almost... that is, your discerning appetite for pleasure is almost the equal of my royal sister."

"Heh," Mechina said. "Made I a pleasure grotto for me like myself, there would be more surprise. More teasing. More bright glitter and dark shadow. More places to tie people up!" She giggled, and her fringe of braids danced as she bobbed her head up and down. "The Queen will like this one. I find it quite pleasant."

"Hmm," Dromfet mused. "I'll have to be sure the Mistress of Pages finds out which new pages and lady companions can swim, so she can make a recommendation to Her Majesty who to attend her on her birthday. In fact, I think if we take a couple of young things and you show them how to use the special devices, the Queen will be most pleased by the skillful pleasuring she will receive."

"Heh," Mechina said. "True. And no sense in drowning the poor little things," Mechina said.

Dromfet and Mechina assembled a small party for the dress rehearsal of the Queen's new hot spring baths and their water- and steam-powered pleasure devices. Dromfet brought two servants and two soldiers to accompany him into the valley. Mechina contented herself with picking out some pages and lady companions who could swim and who seemed to have promise as pleasure attendants. They complained along the way that they were well-born folk who shouldn't be made to carry pack burdens. Dromfet coaxed them by telling them it was all for the greater pleasure of their Queen, and they quieted their complaints.

Dromfet counted up the party in his mind. Himself and Mechina, two. His servants, Ram and Taphna, his soldiers Karbrit and Treshra, up to six. The pages, Aprick and Kenlock, and the lady companions, Ranya and Muffra.

They spent their first night in a hillside meadow. Dromfet and his servants camped to one side, and Mechina with the pages and young ladies on the other. Before full dark, Dromfet supervised his soldiers as each pleasured the other in turn. No sense in having fidgety or distracted soldiers on watch. Karbrit brought Treshra close to her release by diligent licking of her feminine folds, hot and sticky after the long day's march. In order to reach her peak, as usual, Treshra turned her back to Karbrit and bent over. While Treshra stroked her slippery folds, Karbrit sponged her anus, then licked it gently until Treshra shook all over, sighing deeply with her orgasmic release. In a moment, Treshra returned the comradely service by taking Karbrit's stiff prick in her mouth. When Karbrit started breathing deeply and rolling his eyes, Dromfet could tell that Karbit, like Treshra, indeed like many in the Gnome military, strongly preferred rear-echelon support to help discharge his primed sex. Unlacing his codpiece, he had Taphna oil the head. Then the prince assisted his loyal soldier by working his prick head into Karbrit's rear hole.

"Thank you, your highness!" Karbrit said. His slack balls tightened and rose, and his hips started pumping of their own accord. The prince grasped him by the hips and pressed deeply into the soldier's hot rear passage. Soon Karbrit was spurting into his comrade soldier's mouth. Dromfet cleaned his prick and sent the soldiers, now calm and clear-headed, off to their duties securing the camp. He instructed his servants to get their bedding ready, then please themselves as they would. He spent the early evening watching from behind a tree as Mechina tried out some of her buzzing little sex toys on the giggling young pages and ladies. The tireless inventor finally arranged the young people into a daisy chain, nose to tail, and danced around from one to the other, tickling, buzzing, teasing, rubbing until she brought all four of them to a near-simultaneous orgasm.

This was enough to bring Dromfet off, and he spurted mightily into the air, drops nearly reaching the blankets where the pages and ladies were writhing and moaning with pleasure.

Next day, another half day of easy travel brought them near. From there they followed a steep, rocky, but heavily trodden trail through the pass and down, round a turn of the hills, to the side valley where the Queen's pleasure hideaway had just been finished. Mechina had been cackling about what she was going to do to try out the devices while training the pages in their use. Sometimes Dromfet saw the pages looking uneasily at Mechina behind her back. When Mechina had bounded off among the rocks to pee, Dromfet took the opportunity to reassure the pages that he wouldn't let her hurt them. After all, they were being groomed to be the Queen's specially trained pleasure assistants.

Dromfet hoped that all the busy work of the construction had kept the water-nymph he was sure lived in the cold spring away from the warm pools. But perhaps after things had quieted down, a little naiad mischief would be just the thing to keep his sister entertained.