Ask who it is

“Who is it?” Stewart asks, hoping that perhaps Lisa has returned to give his muscles — and the rest of his body — a thorough follow-up to last night’s session.

Instead, he hears the voice of his guard. “Sire, His Royal Highness requests an audience.”

Stewart’s eyes go up in surprise. Duncan was hardly ever out of bed this early, unless he happened to fall asleep in the bed of some barronness or duchess and wanted to return to the palace before the woman’s husband came home.

“Send him in,” said the king, climbing out of bed and covering himself with the heavy robe, embroidered with the royal insignia, that Lisa had so thoughtfully laid out for him last night.

“Good morning, brother!” says Duncan, bounding into the room with far more exuberance than the early hour should permit. “I had the most extraordinary thing happen to me last night, and I couldn’t wait to tell you about it!”

Stewart rubs the sleep from his eyes and rings a bell to summon a servant with some coffee.

“It must be awfully important to get you up and about so early,” he says, sitting down and motioning for Duncan to sit in a chair opposite him.

“First of all, my new quarters are marvelous,” says the prince. “I don’t know what that mattress is made of, but it is much more comfortable than my old one.”

Stewart listened patiently, resisting the compulsion to tell his brother that the mattresses were identical, but that Duncan’s had no doubt been warped and convoluted by the incessant and ever-changing parade of starry-eyed lovers he managed to seduce.

“In any event, I was sound asleep within minutes of hitting the pillow,” he continued. “And with the quarters in the upper level of the north tower, it was so quiet and peaceful that I probably would still be asleep, if I hadn’t been awakened.”

His story takes a pause as the coffee arrives. Lisa, wearing a fresh maid’s uniform, carries a silver tray, bearing coffee and service for the king and his brother. She maintains a professional bearing as she sets the tray on a table. Then, addressing Stewart, she says, “Will there be anything further, Your Majesty?”

“That will be all, Lisa. Thank you,” replies the king.

As she departs, Duncan’s eyes follow her with interest. “So we’re on a first-name basis with the staff already? Do you know all the maids’ names, or has this one exhibited extraordinary care to the sovereign?”

Stewart’s mouth turns downward, and he tries to appear nonchalant, but he can feel his ears growing warm. Duncan slaps his knee and chuckles. “I know you too well, Stewart, for you to pull that frowny face on me! Well, I’m glad you found one aspect of your new responsibilities pleasurable, anyway.”

“What is it that was so important as to get me out of bed,” replies Stewart, impatiently.

“Ah, yes.... How could I forget? Well, as I was saying, it was so restful in my fine, new bed, that I would have slept soundly all night, except that I was awakened by a visitor.”

Stewart nods as he takes his coffee. “Which one of your latest girlfriends was eager to help you break in your new bed?”

“I wondered the same,” replies Duncan, evidently not in need of coffee for energy this morning. “But not only was it quiet in that tower, but the cloud cover last night left no light whatsoever for me to see, so I had **** other than to figure out her identity by touch.”

“Asking who she was didn’t cross your mind?” the king asks, dryly.

“It did, but she wouldn’t have been able to answer with her mouth as full as it was,” he replies with a sly grin. “What do you think woke me up in the first place? And, incidentally, she gave me the most pleasurable blowjob I have had in ages! Such a delight!”

Stewart rolls his eyes. “Honestly, is that of such importance that you had to rush over here and tell me that you got a blowjob? It isn’t as if we’re early adolescents anymore, trying to keep score about our latest sexual conquests.”

“Oh, it’s not just that she gave incredibly satisfying head — although it truly was spectacular,” continues Duncan, feeling no need to rush through the tale. “And I could spend hours describing her masterful way of getting me hard again so I could mount her and fuck her repeatedly throughout the night, but I won’t bore you with her insatiable need to have my penis in one of her orifaces at all times throughout the night.”

“Most obliged,” replies the king, growing bored with the conversation.

“As I said, it was completely dark, so all I could do was try to guess who my amazing sexual partner was by means of touch — and touch her I did, in every way conceivable, until we both fell asleep in each other’s arms.”

Stewart sets his coffee down and begins to rise. “I really have a lot to do this morning, Duncan, so unless there’s something further you wish to discuss....”

Duncan continues. “It wasn’t until I woke up this morning, still holding her in my arms, that I finally was able to look and see who it was who possessed such remarkable erotic charms. Imagine my surprise when the first thing that met my eyes was her beautiful — and very blue — skin.”

Stewart froze and looked sternly at Duncan. “Did you say ‘blue’?”

“She opened her eyes right at that point, and much to my surprise, she said, ‘You aren’t my Stewart!’ and before I could say anything, she scurried out of the bed and out the open window. Now, aside from the shocking fact that it didn’t register with this creature that I have far too big of a penis to ever be mistaken for my brother, what do you make of this?”

Duncan looks with delight at his brother’s expression of alarm, waiting to hear his response.