Gwennalyn's Sexual Awakening Ch. 06

But when her eyes began to droop, she mustered the strength to stand.

It really wouldn't do to be found naked in a closet.

After undressing, but before the orcs had unleashed their desires upon her, she had placed her clothes on a nearby table, in a neat pile.

Her clothes were not there.

She took a few minutes to look around the room, exploring every nook and cranny.

Maybe they got thrown into the corner or something...

Her clothes were nowhere to be seen. She even opened the trunks against the wall, finding only dusty old rugs and faded tablecloths.

Another circuit of the room yielded nothing but a mounting desperation.

"Where are they," she muttered, thinking back to where she had placed her clothes, trying to imagine where they might have ended up.

A third search was unsuccessful, but a sneaking suspicion bloomed in her mind.

The more she thought about it, the more the suspicion made sense.

"Those jerks!" she spat, whacking the tabletop, ignoring the brief spark of pain.

If her clothes were nowhere in the room, there was only one thing that could have happened.

They took them...

Stealing her clothes, thus forcing her into such an uncomfortable and precarious situation, seemed like something Brand and Brash would do without a moment's hesitation.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit," she muttered, wringing her hands, gripped with panic.

She was stuck in the closet, way too far from her chambers to even think about dashing for safety. Finding the princess naked in the closet was bad enough, but finding her dashing through the castle sans clothes would be a scandal of epic proportions.

People would talk about me for years. I'd be remembered as Gwennalyn the Naked.

As she paced back and forth in the small room, her mind went to the brothers, imagining them roaring with laughter as they walked back to their chambers, her clothes in their possession.

A flash of anger accompanied the panic and desperation.

They probably thought I'd give up and just wait here.

A strange defiance bubbled up inside her, and the mental wheels began to turn.

All I have to do is get back to my chambers. I just need something to cover up with.

She rushed over to the trunks, rifling through the contents.

In one of them, there was a blanket, soft and old, made from brown fur, with a silken lining on one side, her family's crest emblazoned in the middle. Also in the same trunk was a thick leather belt, its buckle the majestic eagle that was her father's insignia.

Does he put all of his unwanted gifts in here?

Thinking quickly, she wrapped the blanket around herself.

It reached from just above her breasts to just under her knees; she wound the belt around her waist and fastened it.

The only drawback was that the top of the blanket drooped forward, unsupported by anything.

The solution was another belt in the trunk, this one thinner, with a simpler buckle.

Once she brought that one around her chest, just under her breasts, the outfit was complete.

I've gone barefoot in the castle before.

She took a deep breath, summoning her courage, and quickly exited the room.

Can't go back the way I came. That guard saw me with the orcs, and he'll wonder why I'm now wearing something else.

Casting looks around to check for anybody, she padded down the hall, walking as quickly as possible without actually running.

Several corridors later, and she had not run into anybody.

That changed just around the corner.

She ran into a couple, who she quickly recognized as a husband and wife who frequented the court.

Lord and Lady Something-Something.

They smiled, bowing awkwardly, eyes immediately drawn to her outfit.

"Princess!" the woman fawned, smiling widely, "what an interesting ensemble."

Gwennalyn returned the smile, curtsying demurely.

Uh...

"It's the new style in Rendevel," she said quickly, "all the ladies there are wearing this."

"Oh!" the woman said, "how lovely!"

"It looks wonderful on you, princess," the man interjected smoothly, obviously looking to curry favor.

"Thank you very much," she replied.

"It's a very interesting style," the woman continued, "how it bares the shoulders and compresses the bust."

"Yes," Gwennalyn agreed, trying to politely angle around them.

"Pleasure running into you, princess," the man said, bowing as she scooted past.

She heard them continue to talk as she padded down the corridor.

"We must go to Rendevel," the woman said to the man, "and you must find me one of those outfits to wear."

"Of course, darling," the man assured her, "of course."

Gwennalyn made it back to her chambers with no further incident.

For a moment, she was tempted to change into more suitable clothes, and confront the orcs for their dastardly deed.

But Deiara's words from earlier in the day came back to her.

"They just want a reaction from you," the handmaiden had said sagely.

If I demand my clothes back, that'll be the reaction they want.

So she changed instead into her shift, and headed to Deiara's chambers.

She was still with the female orc from before.

The orc was upright, swaying atop Deiara's face as the handmaiden enthusiastically rooted in her cunt.

"Fuck yeah, that's it," the orc growled, "get that tongue deeper."

Gwennalyn heard a muffled moan come from the handmaiden, whose fleshy body squirmed and writhed, her hands supporting the orc.

As the orc began to undulate, rubbing her slit against the handmaiden's upturned face, she slid a hand down the heaving belly before her, finding Deiara's fold soaked. She slid several fingers inside, provoking a groan from the handmaiden, her wide hips bucking upwards.

"You like that?" the orc asked, immediately starting to work the fingers, curling and caressing.

The princess watched, rapt, her own hand sliding underneath her shift to stroke at her womanhood.

It was a cycle of pleasure, Deiara slurping at the orc's wet cunt, the orc in turn shoving her fingers deeper into Deiara's channel, her other hand squeezing at the handmaiden's ample breasts.

"Fuck, lick me right there, oooh, that's good..."

The orc sped up, now languidly riding the handmaiden's face, a soft growl spilling from her mouth. Her short and spiky hair was plastered to her forehead from sweat, a nose ring glimmering in the low light. The features of her face were undoubtedly feminine, but still possessing of the heaviness that seemed to be an orcish hallmark. Gwennalyn raked her eyes up and down her body, the green flesh well-muscled and fit, her breasts nonetheless large and heavy, crowned with thick nipples in a shade of green close to black. As she writhed and undulated, Gwennalyn caught snatches of her quim, a small thatch of dark hair crowning it.

"Oh yeah, so good, that tongue is like magic..."

A wet sound came from the bed, the result of the orc's fingers stirring up Deiara's nectar. The handmaiden moaned loudly, the sound muffled but unmistakable.

"You must be close to cumming again," the orc grunted, "guess I taste that good."

Both women were close, as less than a few minutes later they both came. The orc growled, by then riding harder against the handmaiden's tongue, her head tossed back, her teeth gritted. Her fingers were wild in Deiara's cunt, making the handmaiden squeal in climactic exultation.

"Fuck, you're good," the orc groaned, sliding off the handmaiden, landing in a heap on the bed.

Deiara giggled, nuzzling up to the orc, throwing a leg over her muscular thigh, grinding slowly against it.

"Damn," the orc growled, "I didn't believe what Azgar and Kharem told me, but you are insatiable."

"I can't help it," Deiara purred saucily, reaching up to kiss the orc.

"Why don't you get your cunny up here so I can have one last taste of you before I go?"

The handmaiden giggled, sidling up the orc's body, stopping at her head, their positions switched.

It was a joy to watch that ripe body jiggle and bounce, the full swath of that majestic form on display. Adding to the joy were the noises that Deiara made, the hoarse moans and husky purrs. Gwennalyn masturbated eagerly, her juices once again reaching down to her thighs. Joining that flow were the multiple loads that had been loosed inside her.

The build-up to climax for the handmaiden was slow and steady. Having been with her many times, having herself pushed her to a peak, the princess could tell when her path to orgasm quickened, the breathless gasps, the shuddering of her flesh, the way she grabbed at the orc's body, anchoring herself, using that leverage to grind down on the mouth beneath her. Gwennalyn had been underneath Deiara many times, and knew intimately how it felt to have those needy hands all over her, squeezing and caressing.

Her own orgasm arrived quickly, well before the handmaiden's. She shuddered in the shadows, watching intently as one of Deiara's hands found her own breasts, stroking roughly, denting her ample flesh. Biting back a moan, the princess mimicked her, finding her meager breasts, caressing them over the delicately thin fabric of her shift. Her nipples were hard as pebbles, attracting the attention of her fingers; she teased along the sensitive nubs, quivering from the heady sensations, the tail end of the orgasm washing over her.

Deiara's pace increased, her thighs tensing as she ground enthusiastically against the orc's mouth. Her hair flowed over her shoulders like a dark river, fluttering here and there, the handmaiden tossing her head about.

"Fuck, your tongue feels so good inside me," she drawled, squeezing harder at one of the orc's breasts, provoking a growl from underneath her.

Biting her lip, Gwennalyn unceremoniously tore her shift off, tossing it to the floor, her hands now finding her bare body. As she watched Deiara grind her way to orgasm, she slid her fingers back into her quim, feeling the slick lips clutch greedily.

It did not take long for Deiara to reach her peak.

A euphoric look crossed her face, one that was very familiar to Gwennalyn. Moments later, a soft cry spilled from the handmaiden's mouth, her body shuddering in orgasm, slumping atop the orc. The cry trailed into plaintive moans, the sublime sensations overwhelming her. Another orgasm came over Gwennalyn as well; she managed to bite down on her hand to stifle a moan.

The handmaiden slid off the orc, curling up against her side. They stayed that way for a few minutes, catching their breath; the orc licked at her fingers, collecting some errant trickles of the handmaiden's orgasmic ambrosia.

But then the orc began to move, slowly sliding off the bed, gathering her clothes. Deiara watched her, appreciating how her body looked in the low light, sweat glistening on her green flesh. The orc glanced back, halfway through pulling on her trousers.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked, giving Deiara's nude form the same attention.

"Yes," Deiara purred, stretching on the bed, "do you?"

The orc chuckled.

"Of course. How could I not?"

Gwennalyn was finding it difficult to decide on which naked body to pin her gaze. One she had seen many times, but was always as irresistible to the eye as it had been the first time. The other was new, and novel, winning a large portion of her attention.

The dilemma was solved when the orc pulled her tunic on, depriving Gwennalyn of her view, allowing her to simply look at her handmaiden, reclining on the bed in supreme satisfaction.

"I'll see you around," the orc said, running a hand along the handmaiden's leg, padding past her to the door.

"Not if I see you first," the handmaiden replied, watching her leave, the door closing quickly behind.

The princess gave it a few long seconds before emerging from the shadows.

"There you are," Deiara purred, "I was wondering if you were watching."

Gwennalyn nodded, crawling onto the bed. As pleasurable as her spying had been, the exhaustion and aches from before were rearing their heads again.

"Did the brothers fuck you?"

"Uh-huh," she murmured, "and then they stole my clothes."

"What?"

"Yeah, they stole my clothes. I had to wear some old blanket here."

"You don't sound as angry as you should."

"I was angry, but I'm tired," the princess yawned, snuggling closer to Deiara, "I'll probably be angry again in the morning."

The older woman giggled, nuzzling into the contact.

"Do you think they actually have something big planned for me tomorrow?"

Deiara nodded.

"It's their last night here. It would make sense for them to want to do something big."

"Hmmm," Gwennalyn murmured, her mind quickly flashing to the possibilities.

"We'll find out tomorrow, won't we?" Deiara said rhetorically.

"Mm-hmm," Gwennalyn replied, her eyes drifting shut, her body sagging into the soft mattress.

After her eventful night, sleep came quickly.