Let it begin

"You must remove all of your clothing," Talaitha says. "The link to the Spirit World is tenuous, and we must have no interruptions once we begin."

To disrobe is not disturbing to you in and of itself, even outside in the woods like this; after all, when you were a commoner, you bathed regularly in the streams and ponds. Besides, both your early years as a blacksmith's apprentice and your more recent years as King (particularly combat practice in the yard with your Kingsguard) has kept you fit and strong - you have never allowed yourself to grow soft and fat as monarchs will sometimes do. The "reflexive reaction" which you spoke of to Talaitha has already begun, and your manhood stands half-erect by the time you finish undressing.

"There is something I must do to prepare," Talaitha says. "I would have done so before you arrived, but I did not know you would be coming. Because sexual pleasures can disturb the spirits, I must alleviate my own desires before I summon them. You must remain here, even if it is discomforting to you, because once I am ready any hesitation would make the connection unclear. Please, remain standing as you are, King Xavier. This will not take long."

Even though she as much as told you what she was about to do, you still can't help but be somewhat taken aback when Talaitha suddenly moans out loud, pulls down the front of her blouse, and begins to caress her own breasts to her own obvious pleasure. Even more disconcerting is that she keeps her eyes locked on you, and you realize that she is using your nude body as visual stimulation.

Talaitha rubs her own nipples to hardness, then lowers herself to a blanket on the ground. Her tassled skirt falls aside to reveal that she wears nothing beneath it, and she reaches down to stroke between her open legs. The sight of this beautiful woman unabashedly pleasuring herself in front of you has brought you to full hardness, and you must keep reminding yourself not to reach down and take hold of your own shaft - or, for that matter, to join Talaitha on the blanket and help her to bring herself to climax, for that is clearly her intent. It would help if she would not stare at you so...

Then, she closes her eyes and lets out a long and sensuous moan, as she slides a finger inside herself... and you realize that it doesn't make it any easier at all if she's not staring at you!

Talaitha quickens her pace, going deeper and deeper into herself with each thrust, until at last she reaches her peak of pleasure, shuddering with the sensation of climax. Even then she does not stop, but prolongs the moment for as long as she can, massaging her sex and her breasts, ripping off her own blouse, finally sighing with relief as the sensation passes.

She rises up to her knees, and looks over to you. "The spirits are stirring. Come to me now, and we will commune with them. Remember, you must allow me to guide you... do nothing unless I say."

Talaitha reaches out and puts a hand on your waist, the reaches up your body until the fingertips find your throat, which she touches with feather-lightness.

"Speak now," she whispers. "What would you ask of the spirits?"

The words seem to come of their own volition - you had not prepared a question, but one emerges from your mouth nonetheless. "I would like to know of my future Queen," you say softly. "Who is she? Will she help me to rule Elyssia well, and will we be happy together?"

"Enough," Taliaitha insists, pressing just slightly on your throat - it does not hurt, but it stops any further words somehow. She mutters strange words in a tongue you do not understand, and her brow furrows as if she has experienced a sudden pain. "Wait... too much..." she whispers. Her other hand reaches out to you as well, this time touching your chest and moving down, until her palm brushes the tip of your erect manhood. She shivers, and again seems to be in pain. "I cannot... I cannot understand!"

"What is it?" you can't help but ask.

Her brow relaxes, and she opens her eyes to look at you. "You have disturbed my link with the Spirit World," she says quietly, "but it remains unbroken, and in this case it was good that you did. I have never heard the spirits in such chaos, so many voices speaking at once... I cannot listen to them all, it is too much! They all name a different maid who would be Queen. I can give you their names... not their names as they are called by those of us who walk the Earth, but their names as the Spirits know them. I will tell you their names for these women who might become your Queen, and you must choose among them. Once I have given the Spirits your answer, the dissenting voices will go silent.

"Ten maids, the spirits name... a maid of Silver, and a maid of Steel. One of Water and one of Wine. One of Sun and one of Shadow. One of Silk and one of Satin. One of Fire and one of Blood. These ten names I am given by the Spirits. The Iron King must give me one name, that I might seek his destiny with her!"