The aide-de-camp

“Ugh,” Jim groaned as he opened his eyes. He was laying in a wide bed, probably in one of the castle’s many rooms. From the window, the sun was shining onto his face. “Fuck,” he mumbled and pushed himself up, sitting in the bed for a moment. “I am late.”

Jim, whose full name was James of Chamberridge, hadn’t been that long to the imperial city. As Jim was his father’s second son, he had been sent to the imperial court to serve the king. A week ago, Jim had been summoned to the emperor and was told that he would be assigned to serve as aide-de-camp for a new ambassador, who was due to arrive that day. While he first wasn’t sure, especially if he was the right one, the ambassador and he had come along quite well the first days. But Jim wasn’t sure how he would react if he would show up late.

The night before the emperor had hosted a ball and as much as Jim tried to remember, he struggled to remember much than heading there. “What happened?” he mumbled and held his head, which felt super heavy. “Did I drink too much?”

Jim wasn’t the biggest drinker, even not on celebrations, but he couldn’t explain it otherwise. He looked around the bedroom, but couldn’t find any clothes here. “Where is my stuff?” he mumbled and walked towards the door. The bedroom belonged to one of the private suites of the palace and he wondered how he had ended up here. He noticed some pieces of his clothes on the ground near the entrance. They looked like they had been removed rather hasty. Then he noticed that there were also other pieces of clothing and on a second look, he noticed an expensive dress, which had been tossed into a corner.

“What the …?” he mumbled and tried to put on some pants. The dress had to belong to someone but who? And where was the owner? He had woken up alone and he struggled with the thought that one of the ladies had left without her dress. “What did I last night …,” he mumbled as he tried to remember anything. As he looked around, his eyes caught yet another dress, laying in a pile nearby. “Who …?”

Something wasn’t right, he felt. He tried to remember who had worn those dresses last night. Jim’s skills with ladies were rather mediocre and so he couldn’t imagine how he could’ve ended with two ladies here.

He looked around and walked into the next room. Then his heart started pumping faster, as he stared at the naked ass of a woman, who was hanging over the backrest of a couch, her head not visible from where Jim was standing. But from the way she laid there, she had been fucked well last night. “What going on here?” he asked himself in disbelief. He turned his head and there was another lady’s bottom, this time the lady was on her knees, face pushed down onto the carpet.

Jim’s heart started beating even stronger, as he noticed the blond hair, which looked familiar. There was a little puddle between the woman’s legs, probably cum which had dripped from her pussy. He desperately tried to remember what happened. “This hair, that can’t be,” he thought as he walked over. He gave her a little bump in the hope to wake her up, but the girl just rolled to the side, laying there with her legs slightly spread.

“Fuck,” he mumbled as he recognized Princess Elisabeth. She had her tongue dangling out of her mouth and her eyes had rolled up. It was a weird, but same time hot look on her face. She seemed to be passed out, although he had expected her to wake up when she rolled over. His eyes went over to the other girl, who still was bent over the back of the couch. “I am in such trouble,” he mumbled to himself as he pulled her over. Princess Ingrid had the same expression on her face. Both girls looked hot all naked, something he hadn’t even risked to think about before.

“What happened,” he said and shook Ingrid’s shoulders a bit. A soft moan escaped her mouth, distant and slightly absent. He pulled Elisabeth over and placed both girls next to each other.

“Shit,” he said as he already imagined himself rotting in the dungeon. “What happened last night?” The girls clearly weren’t in their minds as they sat there, legs wide spread, barely awake, moaning a bit.

“Seems you fucked them out of their mind,” suddenly a deep voice said and Jim spun around, facing the grinning face of the ambassador. “Impressive, impressive.”

Jim stared into his face as suddenly parts of his memory came back.