Maybe later.

But no. You can always familiarize with the sensual exotic dancer another time. You go back on your way.

Finally you meet two guards at the entry of the castle, a blonde and a brunette. They both wear the typical Esteran uniform; a tight fitting leather armor covering a wool tunic ending just above the knee. It’s light but it allows for a better freedom of movement.

They hardly believe their eyes when they see you. A man horse riding is already a rare sight in Falkirk. But one wearing clothes of high quality such as yours, and presenting himself to the royal castle without being part of his mistress' escort of servants is even rarer.

The blonde, a muscular bulky woman with short hair goes to stop you.

“Stop in the name of the Queen!”

You don't let yourself be intimidated and take out the letter of summon in your satchel.

“Listen you mannish bulldog. I have been summoned by the Queen herself. So why don't you take it down a notch.”

You see her face go purple. She looks like she might try to make you pay for your comment, but as she looks in your eyes, something in them dissuades her.

“I...I'll need to check the validity of this document.”

“Why don't you do that. In the meantime I'll keep company to your more charming colleague.”

You retain a laugh. It looks like a vein is about to pop on the blonde's forehead. Still, in an irritable tone, she orders the other guard to keep an eye on you while she goes back inside to check.

You turn to the other guard. The smaller woman is indeed much more engaging. She's a cute young thing who looks to be in her early twenties. She blushes as you give her your most roguish smile.

“So... I hope it's not too hard to work around such a hot tempered person.”

“Oh! No... I mean. She and I... We're... She's not always like that.”

You eye her. Just as you thought she and the blonde are probably a couple. After all, it's standard in Estera to couple soldiers together to make them develop strong bonds of 'fraternity'.

That butch with such a sweet wholesome girl though? It makes you shudder. You need to take action.

“Well if she ever gives you a hard time. You can come to me. I'll be literally right around the corner.” You tell her pointing at the castle.

“I'm sorry but I'm not...”

She stops as she sees you get nearer and close the distance between the two of you. Your arms encircle her waist and you pull her against you. She seems slightly scandalized by your attitude but also a bit fascinated. No doubts she's never seen a male act that way.

While one hand keeps her close, your other starts to caress her body through her clothes. She gasps. You look at her eyes and see excitement but also a bit of incomprehension in them. She doesn't understand why she lets you do this. If only she knew...

A memory flashes in your mind: a small tent in the middle of nowhere, a group of black women wearing only ritualistic paintings on their naked bodies, sitting in a circle with you in the middle. Their sorcerer enters. He starts chanting and his chanting is then picked up by the women. Slowly you feel the power flow through you...

You snap out of it. The pretty guard is looking at you enquiringly now. You don't want to let her think about what's happening too much so you take her small hand and rub it across your groin so that she can feel the beginning of an erection in your pants. After a few seconds she starts doing the motion by herself. Her movements are clumsy but enthusiastic. She's apparently fascinated by the feel of your swelling member.

While she's focused on her task, your caressing hand goes beneath the heft of her tunic and ride up along her bare legs until it reaches reach her cotton panties. You tug them down and start gently caressing up and down her labia.

As you do so, she throws back her head and lets out a small moan. Though she doesn't stop jerking your now rock hard member.

You feel her moistening. Your fingers are now dancing up and down her wet little pussy. One of them enters her wet snatch. She's incredibly tight.

She bucks against you to let more of your fingers in her. You oblige her by putting one more in her gooey snatch while simultaneously rubbing her clitoris with your thumb.

The stimulation of her turgid love button seems to be enough to make her reach her peak and she orgasms right here and there. You feel her cunt quiver around your fingers as a new quantity of fluids starts to drip down along your hand and her thighs. Even you are surprised by the amount.

After a few seconds, the small trembling brunette dislodges from you and slowly steps back. Her eyes glazed.

“What... Why did I...” She seems to ask to no one in particular as she slumps down the wall behind her.

You get closer to her and realize the girl has passed out, the experience taking apparently a little too much of her. You retain a chuckle.

Her panties are still hanging below her tunic for everyone to see. Gentlemanly, you bend forward and put them back on.

Just in time. You hear the door open as the burly butch from earlier comes back, now accompanied by another, much prettier, blonde woman. The latter is wearing a long white dress betraying her status as a mage rather than a warrior.

“The Queen will see you now. Lady Aenestis will accompany you to the throne room.” says the guard. She then notices her colleague down on the ground.

“What... What happened?” She says, concern betraying her brutish exterior.

“I think it's the heat. The poor girl seems to have felt faint. That's what happens when you spend all day standing in the sun. Don't worry I took good care of her.”

You let out a small satisfied smile as you go through the door of the humongous castle.