Ask MacTavish about his lunch plans

“What are your plans for lunch, MacTavish?” Duncan asks, hoping the elderly teacher does not have a sack lunch hidden away in his robes.

MacTavish looks at his watch and says, “I usually dine in staff mess hall. It is a bit earlier than usual, but I guess this is as good of time as any.” He gathers some papers. As he does, he says, “Now, Your Highness, we lost a lot of time this morning. I shall return in thirty minutes, and then we must revisit the Conclave of the Clans following the Loch Dunvries campaigns. Please be prepared to work this time; your royal brother got twice as much done on his first day.”

Without waiting for a reply, MacTavish departed, leaving Duncan and Terrice alone.

Duncan was on his feet the moment the door closed and stepped to Terrice. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. Terrice, for her part, his wide-eyed and distracted by the sights.

“I have never been in this place,” she said, looking around, as Duncan kissed her neck. “What is all this?”

“Just a bunch of old books and scrolls,” he answered, grabbing her breast with one hand and reaching behind her to grab her ass with the other.

Terrice giggles and moans, but soon her eyes are darting about again. “I have heard stories about strange and dangerous artifacts hidden in here. Are the stories true?”

Duncan is busily unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it off her shoulders. “Yes. Very strange...... Extremely dangerous...... Must not touch.” His words come in hurried bursts once he succeeds in removing her bra and begins sucking on her perky nipples.

Terrice’s hand automatically reaches between Duncan’s legs and begins to stroke his hardness. It is clear that her mind is elsewhere, though. Duncan impatiently looks at the clock. They’ve already burned through nearly ten of the thirty minutes before MacTavish returns. If he has to go through the afternoon without busting a nut, he fears he will suffer the world’s first terminal case of blue balls.

Taking Terrice’s hand in his, he straightens up and leads her toward the back of the Library. “Come on.... I’ll show you a few things, if that will make you happy.”

Terrice is delighted, and follows, topless, as Duncan leads her through the tall rows of shelves. They enter an open area with a table, some chairs, a large mirror on a rolling pedestal, and assorted artifacts on the walls and shelves.

This is the sword of Emperor Dingledong of the Scrotum-jawed Alliance, he says, pointing to an object on the wall. Truthfully, it could have been nothing more than a very expensive knife for cutting bread, for all he knew, but his primary purpose at this point had little to do with filling Terrice’s mind with historical facts.

Terrice studies the sword intently, as Duncan stands behind her and slides her skirt down, letting it fall to her ankles. “Is it powerful?” she asks, in wonder.

“Oh yes,” replied Duncan, casting aside his shirt and pulling down his pants. “The emperor used it to sexually enslave his people. My great-great-great-great grandfather pried the sword from the emperor’s dead hand after fighting with him non-stop for 21 days. Then, without a moment’s rest, he had to free all of the emperor’s slaves by copulating with them all — more than 100 of them — and he did it all before the next day’s tea time. We keep the sword here because all the males of our family have continued since then to have the ability to grant amazing gifts through carnal knowledge.”

He slipped his hand into the front of her panties. Although she is distracted by her surroundings, it is clear that she is turned on. Duncan feels her wetness, and it only increases his desire for her.

She turns around and looks beyond him. “What about that mirror?”

He sighs, and pulls her panties down as he speaks. “That is the sacred mirror of Countess Clitorus, the Seductress of The Erogenous Zone. She looked into that mirror as she made love to the many men she seduced. Those whose images are reflected in that mirror as they make love will feel many times more intensity and pleasure.”

In truth, it’s probably there so MacTavish can make sure he doesn’t have spinach in his teeth, but Duncan’s story seems to have finally gotten Terrice’s attention. She focuses her eyes on Duncan’s. “Well, it looks like we came to the right place.” She smiles as she looks at the mirror, and moves so both their bodies can be seen in its glass. She pulls Duncan’s boxers down and kneels in front of him.

“Is there a story about this royal artifact?” she asks, playfully, as she takes Duncan’s cock and strokes its base and licks the top.

“Oh yes,” he responds, smiling. “That is the fabled Royal Scepter of Perpetual Pleasure. Only a chosen few can experience the limitless exhilaration that comes from its anointing!”

Terrice takes his dick out of her mouth long enough to retort, “Chosen few? I have heard that many more than a ‘few’ have held this ‘scepter.’”

She returns to polishing Duncan’s shaft with her lips. Duncan says, “Perhaps many have been in its presence, but special favor is given to the fortunate one who causes it to unleash its most powerful secrets.”

“You mean if I rub it like this, genie will come out and give me three wishes?” she teases, as she strokes his cock with both hands.

Duncan stands her up and says, “I have a better idea for releasing the genie.” He turns Terrice around and bends her over the table. As she spreads her legs apart, he fingers her ass, feeling her squirm with anticipation. Whether it was out of caution to avoid pregnancy, or just because she was really kinky, Duncan never knew, but Terrice definitely preferred anal sex more than any girl he had bagged. He spit on her puckered hole and began to lube up the tight opening.

Terrice moaned in anticipation, but then said, “But the mirror! I want to see myself in the mirror so I can feel its power.”

Duncan groaned inwardly and looked over his shoulder at the mirror. Her wish can be accomplished by them both moving to the other side of the table and continuing as planned, or by Duncan laying on the table and having Terrice ride him, reverse cowboy style.