Lady Lucilla's Night

Lady Lucilla had found it strange. Her daughter's wedding had gone without as much as an ounce of trouble. It had all gone down without a hitch. Finally that girl of hers got herself a husband. Now if only she could provide her husband with an heir. The plan had been for Camilla to take her place as Duchess after her father with her husband taking their name and staying with Camilla had her husband been of lower station. But as it was, Camilla's husband ended up being the king. That left Westgrenze without an heir.

It was moments like that where her mind became occupied with the need for an heir that Lucilla would become aware of the women her husband spoke to. Like most noblemen, Renard has his fair share of extramarital affairs but was decent enough to keep them all discrete. Strangely enough, there was never one occasion where she heard her husband siring a bastard from any of his affairs. Lucilla had spotted Queen Alana conversing with her husband and laughing merrily at whatever they were discussing about. Would her husband dare risk angering the King of Frankia just for a night with his Iberian Queen? Not even the King would save his neck if it meant deterring war.

Lucilla had watched with jealous eyes and an aching heart at the how Renard would brush his hands on Alana. Alana on her part was constantly offering Renard more and more ale to drink. Soon Renard gestured for Alana to come with him. To their bedroom no doubt where they would fuck on their marital bed. A part of her couldn't blame her husband. Alana maybe a woman in her mid-40's but she was quite stunning and beautiful.

Duchess Lucilla sat alone and angered by her husband's actions. She hoped the King would let King Francois chop her husband's head off. Lost in her thoughts, she was brought out of it by a hand landing gently on her shoulder. "You seem distressed." It was Alana and she seemed concerned.

"No thanks to you." Lucilla growled.

Alana was taken aback or more rather she feigned being taken a back. "Such hostility. Where did that come from?"

"Don't act innocent. You seduced my husband, knowing I was watching."

"Oh dearest me, you are under impression I bedded your husband."

"Do you deny it!" Lucilla nearly shouted. She couldn't forget the woman was a Queen and was not to be treated like someone of lower standing.

"Of course. Your husband, a funny and jovial man, was kind enough to show me your room... right before he slumped out cold on your bed like a baby."

"You foul witch!" Lucilla had had it. Queen of Frankia be damn. "I ought to-" It was only now she actually processed with Alana had said, "Wait, what?"

"Your husband currently sleeps alone on your bed. The poor thing must have drunk too much ale." Alana giggled.

"So you didn't bed my husband?"

"Goodness no! I would never sleep with another woman's husband. At least not a woman of your standing anyway." She laughed mockingly.

"What! What's that supposed to mean?" Lucilla demanded.

Alana caressed Lucilla's cheek causing the woman to blush, "My dear, it means exactly as I said it." She grinned. Without any further warning, Alana gripped Lucilla's hand tight and dragged her behind her to her quarters.

There she throw the still shocked woman to her bed. Before Lucilla could voice any protest, Alana had fiercely planted on her lips on hers and drove her tongue inside the unsuspecting Duchess' mouth while strongly holding on her to cheeks. Shock was quickly replaced by euphoria. Lucilla had never been kissed this passionately and wantonly, not even by her own husband. Lucilla had never had a tongued shoved inside her mouth and the way Alana moved it inside Lucilla was received by the latter with pleasure and enjoyment. Soon she was moaning in ecstasy, feeling Alana's tongue swirl inside her mouth. It has gotten to the point her eyes rolled back into her head.

Lucilla's hand which were trying to **** Alana off her, weakly at that, soon fell limp. Alana smirked at her victory over Lucilla. Renard was never Alana's target. Alana decided to release Lucilla from her hold, letting her fall to her bed while Alana's tongue tried to hold on to Lucilla's tongue for as long as it could resulting in the Duchess's tongue to be pulled out of her mouth and left hanging out of it.

Lucilla's eyes snapped open at the lack of Alana's kiss. "My Queen..."

"Did you like that, my little Duchess?"

Lucilla blushed again and this time it traveled down her chest. Her nipples had hardened during the kiss and her pussy was starting to lubricate itself, not that she needed it. "I... It was..."

Alana cupped Lucilla's face again and made the younger woman stare into her eyes. "Just tell me this." Lucilla nodded. "Did you like it?"

A lust-filled smile crept into Lucilla's lips, "Yes! More than anything!" Alana smirked to herself. This was too easy. That fool Renard must have neglected his wife's needs longer than she had anticipated. Oh well, it was Renard's lost and her gain.

"Very well then." Alana replied before her hands gripped the front of Lucilla's dress. "Is this dress important to you?" That dress was an heirloom from Lucilla's mother which was given to her by her mother and her mother before that. Lucilla would one day give to Camilla in turn. It was a precious dress. Expensive too.

"It's a family heirloom and quite precious." Lucilla answered. The next thing Lucilla heard was the sound of clothes tearing. Alana knew clear as day it was a precious thing but she found herself not caring in the least. Alana had torn Lucilla's precious dress. Now Camilla could never inherit it. The Iberian Queen made sure to tear the dress to many pieces and only a single whimper was heard from Lucilla as she watched Alana tear it in front of her eyes. The sleeves, the skirt, all of it torn to pieces. Lucilla's small clothes soon followed leaving the seduced noblewoman naked.

"Not bad." Alana commented on Lucilla's naked body. Small but cute breasts, a modestly sized ass, a flat belly, thin arms and thighs. But she was rather hairy between the thighs. Alana tagged on Lucilla's pubic hair. "We're going to need to do something about all this hair." She twirled some strands in her fingers. "Now undress me." Alana ordered. "Be careful not to damage my dress in anyway." Lucilla should be angry at the destruction of her dress but she found herself more focused on pleasing Alana. The naked Lucilla happily and slowly removed Alana's apparel.

Alana was much more filled than she was. Her breasts were begging to be groped. Her erect nipples begging to be suck. Her ass begging to be squeezed for all their worth. Of course Lucilla noted that, while her womanhood was covered and hidden behind a thick bush of hair, Alana's womanhood was bear and her pretty pink snatch was visible for her eyes. Lucilla eyed it hungrily. Alana smirked and genuinely asked herself just what was about her pussy that other women found so desirable. But at the moment, it didn't matter. It was going to give Lucilla what she wanted anyway.

Alana pushed her thighs apart and **** Lucilla to her knees. "Are you ready for your first taste of another woman?" The Queen asked.

Lucilla looked up at her and replied, "Absolutely!" Alana stroked Lucilla's hair. "Good girl. Do a good job and I'll show you the pleasures of being with a woman, my love." Hearing those words made Lucilla's heart skip a beat. "Yes, my Queen." Lucilla responded with obedience.

Alana let out a pleasured sigh when she felt Lucilla's tongue brush against her pussy lips. Alana smirked, proud and happy at her latest conquest. "Lap away, my good little Duchess. Your Queen demands it." She giggled.