Escape To The Gardens

Gravel crunches underfoot as she leads you away from the mansion, from the manicured lawn, and from the splendour of tame cedar and incense trees. The light of the brilliant crystals at the base of marble kings and conquerors is replaced by the distant shine of the Liar Stars and by long shadows. The clean-cut green of the hedge maze is black at night, and the bridled branches sway and murmur behind you.

A Fey shepherd, his body covered in alabaster fur and his stone cock engorged to monstrous size, lurks in the twilight between the bushes, as if ready to jump. The Cerulean Libertine pulls you past. Water rushes from a distant fount and steam, not mist, moves over the gardens. The air is heavy with the redolence of nocturnal flowers.

”No one comes here,” says the Libertine as you reach a silk-crowned bower. ”Not at night.” She sits down on a dark-blue pillow inside and pats the ones beside. Her legs, one innocent span apart, slide open. The hem of her dress, thin and short, rides up and reveals her naked sex. ”Did you enjoy my park?”

Behind you, the Landlocked Commodore clears his throat. ”An enchanting sight. But one best enjoyed as a pair, I should think.”

She smirks. ”Spoilsport.”

The other man steps forward, into her beckoning. She puts her ear to his body, and her hand on his bulge. Fabric rustles as his cock springs free. She wraps her lips around the tip and bobs her head. Her slurps and his low growls fill the air.

”There.” She sucks him in and spits him back out. A slimy trail of drool and precum drizzles down from her mouth. She grins. ”You like my whore mouth, don’t you? And I like sucking your meaty cock. Don’t you wanna fuck my throat?”

He does not answer.

”But – ohhh – what about my poor pussy? All wet and eager, waiting for cock. I bet you have a beautiful cock, First Officer. Thick and hard, and just large enough for my lonely little cunt.”

”How about,” says the Landlocked Commodore as he slaps her with his girth. ”I first fuck your face and I then wrack your cunt.”

”How about,” she purrs, ”I gag myself on your dick while he destroys my pussy? Or...” She again kisses the tip. ”Or you could leave if the thought of sharing offends you so.”

He shakes his head but does not move. ”You’re an insatiable harlot...”

”Thank you.”

”And I am – alas – in your thrall.”

”Capital. Let’s fuck!”

”But! But!” He points his outstretched finger towards the sky, a gesture undercut by his state of undress. ”But our First Officer needn’t fall to your temptations. He may yet show the decorum the both of us so clearly lack. Decorum of the kind the Navy values highly and rewards well.”

The Cerulean Libertine laughs. ”Bribery? How wicked... And little old me has nothing to offer you in turn...” She gives his cock a last lick and approaches you. ”Nothing at all...”