Desire Calls at Noon

Karla was exhausted by her own happiness. After that wonderful and intense morning with Lunnara, the rest of her first proper day as queen when so smoothly by. After so many days of sadness and despair it all suddenly felt so... right. The castle looked luminous, the light of the very sun seemed to glow brighter, just for her. It was almost as if she herself was magical: a spell of wonders had been casted upon her and everyone around seemed to grow happier and nicer as soon as she entered the room.

Karla understood this in her own way: If she felt good, everyone around her would feel good too, right? In truth, the sorceress spells ran too deep already, her influence in the catle already twisting her way of thinking. Lunnara had put all the pieces in place, now it was time to watch and enjoy. The Queen was not an egotistic person, she would not do something for her while harming others, but if she believed that this was a better way to make others happy, to make q better kingdom... that had always been her dream: being a true Queen, wise and powerful, beloved and respected, a symbol of stability and peace.

As she arrived to the throne room, she found the guards that had escorted her to this kingdom, waiting for her. She expected that they would say farewell and return to Illiria, as they have been ordered to do. But instead, the captain of them bent the knee before her majesty, and all her men short follow. "My queen," he said. "Our swords are yours, our lives are yours. Whatever you command, we will do, in your name and glory."

Karla could almost feel the tears trying to breach the barrier of her eyes, that had always been another step of her dream: An order of valiant knights, brave and noble men, ready to bring peace and justice to the world, clad in white and golden armor. She graciously guided them one by one to get up and kissed their cheeks as they brought her that promise of honor and loyalty. Little did she know that those men were wondering how those lips would feel on their cocks and that they were not promising justice and peace, but to ****, kill and plunder in her name. But soon, the new queen wouldn't know the difference.

As she said goodbye to her new Queensguard, she catched a glimpse of her old friend Marian, hidding meekily behind those men with a weird walk. She had seen so little of her old friend in those recent crazy days... little Marian, with her long luscious hair, her round rear and that angelic face... she was desiring her again, and old custom brought her to a feeling of shame, but then she realised that this was not her old kingdom but the new one. Marian had been a good friend to her, she would be delighted to return the favour. That very noon, she summoned her old lady in waiting to her chambers.

"Did you call for me, my Queen?" Said an ever shy Marian, her head barely poking throught the half opened door.

"I have... come closer."

Marian obeyed as dutiful as she had always been, but once she entered the room she saw her queen lying on the bed in what would be the medieval equivalent of lingerie, but with no shame in her eyes. The noble Marian moved her eyes away from that vision. "My lady...you are not ready!"

"Of course I am" Said the noble queen. "This is not the first time we have seen each other in confort. I do not wish to tread you differently just because of my recent titles. You are still my friend, I still long for your company and comfort...I want us to comb our hairs as we used to do"

"Is it appropiate?" Asked the good Marian, only halfway convinced.

"I'll do yours first." The queen said. She ponited Marian to her bed and the lady sat there shyly, but as one would expect on such ocassion. Karla did not sit by her side but instead kneeled on the bed behind her, away from her view, as a devious lover would do. The brush was already in her hand and she started to comb the lady's hair with care.

"You always had such a perfect skin," said the queen. "Your cheeks... I can see them from here... They look like a strawberry cake. I always thought that but I never dared to say it. That shouldn't be right... good friends shouldn't hold their tonges back to call each other beautiful..."

"You are beautiful, my queen. I have always told you so." Marian confessed.

"But only in a detached way, as one would say for duty and not for love. We have called ourselves comely, but have never talked about the details of our bodies that make us so, our skins, our hair, those things that make us trully beautiful... We used to read those secret stories about maidens in love and we would look at each other as we heard the words, but never say a thing, even when we thought that the other looked much more beautiful than that lady in the book."

She got too close then. The brush was not longer in her hands. She embraced her from behind. The queen's hands reached for the lady's tummy and she felt her majesty's wet spot between her legs, pressed agains her rear."MY LADY" Marian screamed, but she didn't move away.

"I remember when our breast began to grow," said the queen "Yours came first. It wasn't desire back them, just curiosity, but I couldn't keep my eyes away from them and you knew. Mine would take another year to grow and then it was your turn to keep looking at me. Then, we became maidens and adults and our looks at each other became more and more lustful with each new sign of maturity. Half of the time I would spend confessing my sins to the priest I would talk about you, but never say your name. I didn't want them to take you away from me."

The queen took her hands betweeen hers, her mouth so close to the lady's ear. "Did you also talk to the priest about me?"

"Never...." Said Marian "I never wanted to say it. It was so worng. They would have taken me away..."

"And you have suffered for it. I have suffered too. Those lonely night at my father's Castle... I could hear your hands pleasing your body, every night, it always sounded so fast, so squishy. I would try to imitate you later, but I never managed such speed, not such a squissy sound. But then I would hear you cry in the night and it would make my heart sink, because I knew your pain."

She kept touching her smooth skin. Her hands felt so warm and gentle...

"I... I-I want you Marian. I have cherrised every memory of seing a peak of your body here and there for all those years. I have always wondered how your breast would look against mine, what type of forest you hid from my eyes between your legs. They have always told me to contain those needs and I have always feel miserable for having them, but not anymore. This is a time for truth and happiness... I want to be truthful with you... I want us to be happy.