Liandra persists with the Duke

"Your mother continued her relationship with your father and I even after we departed that kingdom, for our adventuring career was far from over. She denied my cock her pussy, but there are other ways for a man and a woman to make love. It was only when we returned to Luxius, when they truly joined in holy matrimony and Kiria became Queen, that our grievances could no longer be contained. I had a falling out with your father, and we both said things we shouldn't.

"But the night grows long, and I didn't mean to bore you with tales long past, Liandra. I will ask my daughters to meet you in the morning."

Liandra felt she could **** the Duke for not ravishing her after leaving her so aroused, but through an immense act of willpower managed to be polite to her host. She swallowed and took a deep breath. Perhaps he was just being respectful. Or wise. Duke Arthos had been an impetuous adventurer in his youth, as "Red Roger," but as a noble, no one ever called him rash.

"Stay, Duke," she said, taking his hand. "Tell me more of my mother."

Arthos smiled. "Of course, it is twenty years," he said. "No doubt you know her better."

The pearl in her ass throbbed gently. "Ahh," she sighed.

Arthos watched her expression.

"You're not telling me something," Liandra said.

"Is your mother not the image of royal chastity, cleaving to her royal husband and caring nothing for any others' desires?'

Surely Arthos was correct. "Why, yes...Ooh!" The pearl pulsed strongly, and her face flushed pink. She squirmed with the sensation. "Why, your Grace, y-you're joking?" Did he mean Queen Kiria had lovers?

Arthos lay a finger on her lips. "Hush. Yes, of course I'm joking. I had thought that growing up in the court would have schooled your tongue and your ears. I can see a false word, even in jest, pains you. I shall stop jesting. Immediately."

Arthos watched her face as the pearl throbbed again. Liandra couldn't suppress a little quiver in her hips.

"You're wearing your mother's pearls, girl," Arthos said. "But you're unpracticed, yet."

"My mother's?" Liandra said. She had bought them at the magic shop.

"My last gift to her," Arthos said. "Even the best royal court is the home of deceptions."

The pearl lay quiescent.

"She was wise if she entrusted you with them," Arthos said. "Perhaps your journey is not just a childish whim. I was wondering how you charmed Kreyos out of a ship."

Now the Duke was tricking himself, Liandra thought. Her backside twitched, swishing her long dress from side to side.

He took a breath. "But if you've been wearing those pearls all day...both of them?"

"Just the yellow one!" Liandra squeaked.

Arthos laughed. "The white one would have been a better choice, here. Mphm. Now as to choice," he said, "you have one now. You can retire and face the day well rested, to meet your new handmaidens. And we can discuss the other nobles you wish to win to your side. A wise choice."

"And the other one?"

"If you stay, we can talk more of your mother," Arthos said. "But we shall have to soothe your discomposure."

Liandra swallowed. "I don't think I have a choice," she said. "I don't think I can make it back to my chambers."

Arthos smiled. He moistened his finger and thumb, pinched out a candle and twisted its wick to a nub. He lifted it from its holder and offered it to Liandra. "Your highness," he said. "I will guard the door while you apply this, if you wish, so you may return to your chambers. Or I can offer more personal assistance for your discomfort. I am at your service, whatever your choice."