A couple of surprises at my door

The next morning, I was woken up by a series of heavy knocks rapping at my door. Sleep and fatigue dripped down my face as the sweltering room came into view I swore several unkind things at the sound of the insistent knocking. The first thought that passed my addled mind was to execute whoever is knocking at this unholy hour. The second thought was to imprison the architect whose poor design made this room so muggy at this hour. The third thought was that this room was absolutely permeated with the smell of my bride-to-be's cum and my own sweat. The last thought softened my surly mood. Today was my wedding day of the course and it promised a repeat of last night.

I pulled the sheets back from my nude form and stood up on shaky legs. After my late night with the queen, I debated but eventually decided not to finish myself off. Masturbation was rare, and frankly a bit unnatural for me, so I went to sleep despite the protests from my lower half. My penis, not fully hard but unruly and distracting, slapped across my thighs as I rose from the bed. Even in its half-hard state, it slapped against my thighs near my knees.

I made several short steps to the other side of the room and opened the door without a care in the world. I hoped it was my queen looking to sample the goods again before the ceremony tonight. Or maybe one of her sisters looking to do the same.

"Oh my!?" A considerably younger voice exclaimed as I opened the door. In front of my door were two young lion females, one covered in auburn fur and the other strawberry blonde. They were almost a foot shorter than me, slender and if the voice was any indication, barely able to drink. They were dressed in slender white wraps which covered their perky breasts and black belted skirts which fell down to mid-thigh. A leg slit exposed one of their long leg and shapely thigh. The gap between their wraps and skirts exposed their flat stomachs.

I didn't pay much attention during my meeting with my wife-to-be and her sisters but I did pick up that black and white were the colors of the handmaidens. They cooked and cleaned and more or less kept the castle running while the royals fucked and sucked and ran Valanor.

I was never one to be rude. Especially not to a pair of sexy cat ladies. I gave them my best smile and put my arm to the doorway in my classic move. "What a nice surprise. I didn't order two flowers today. What brings you two to my door this morning?" Lame but it didn't have to be good.

If the strawberry blonde heard me, she gave no indication. Instead, she placed her hand absent-mindedly on her stomach, in a mock thing of shock. Her eyes almost crossed as her eyes were glued on the half-hard monster between my legs. I had that effect on women. Especially those who haven't seen as much meat on a guy. She licked her black lips and absent-minded reached for my half-hard penis. Her friend, whom I'll call Auburn, absent-minded guided her hand away and raised her brown eyes to look at me. Her eyes betrayed her lust... That and the peaks she stole away to look at my sweat-soaked chest and arms as she spoke to me. "Welcome, young master. Queen Nala sent us here. We are to get you all cleaned up and ready for the ceremony."

Oh. That's a little disappointing but maybe I could make something of this yet. "Lead the way," I said and the two of them smiled and gently grabbed me by arms and gently led me out of my room. I'll never get over how soft the fur of these girls is. It's like touching a cloud as they led me away by both my hands I watched the exaggerated roll of their young hips as I stepped out into the hallway, clad only in sweat and a combination of mine and my queen's fluids.

The two maids led me down a series of passageways to the fabled bathhouses of Valanor. I caused a bit of a stir wherever I went. The smell of sex followed behind me no matter where I walked and I drew shocked and horny stares from all the workers and handwomen. So many that I grew curious.

"Hey, umm."

"My name is Amra, young master," Auburn said, her eyes forward and pointedly not looking at me as if she didn't trust herself to look back. Her friend did the opposite. She turned back to me as she walked, her eyelashes flirty as her nose wrinkled, sampling the combined smell that I slept in. Amra continued, "And she is Arryn. However, If it pleases you you can call us another name."

"Amra and Arryn it is," I said. I turned my head to another young maid who lost control of a tray of fruits as I passed. I freed my hand and gave her an awkward wave as she stood on the floor watching me as I passed. "Um. Where are all the men? Everyone, aside from the guards, seems to be women? Was the war that damaging to Valanor."

Amra giggled as if what I said was something funny. I blushed at my ignorance. She started, "No, young master, nothing like that. It is simply... improper, to have young males among the royal family when there is no King around" She blushed and continued, "Previous Queens had some... accidents. By tradition, all the male guards are full eunuchs."

I turned my head slightly to the side. I was probably the only red-blooded male in this castle then. "No male guards? Why then are all the handmaidens so young and beautiful? You two would be great beauties at court back home. Why do you come and clean the Queen's undies?"

They blushed at my comments. "You flatter us, Young Master. Arryn, myself, and a majority of the girls are from noble families around the nation. It's customary for families to send their daughters to the royal castle. We work for a period of time, getting to know and serving the Queens and her royal family as well as currying favor. Not only that we get to build... Relationships with each other help when we get back to the real world."

"Oh that's too bad," I said as we passed a group of royal guards who saluted us as we passed by, unbothered by my state of undress. I couldn't help but glance at the lack of bulges in their loose pants. "All you young girls in this stuffy old castle with no one to entertain you. How do you pass the time?" The two girls shared a conspiratorial glance. Ah, so those types of Relationships too.