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Lyra woke up with her son’s face on her naked breasts. His warm breath flowed between her cleavage. She rans a motherly hand through his hair and admired his lean but muscular body. He was as tall as her husband, but not as broad. He was just twenty, and had twenty more to be like his father.
She yawned and stretched her arms over her head. Her son felt it, but little more than letting out a low moan and rub his face sleepily in her cleavage.
“Dalius,” Lyra said. She was sleepy enough that her voice didn’t carry the usual strength as the High Mother. “Wake up, honeybuns.”
“I am awake,” Dalius said, eyes still closed and hardly finishing each word. “Just sleeping.”
Lyra chuckled. “That’s more sense than you make when awake.”
Dalius replied with more face rubs on her breasts.
Lyra threw the sheets completely off of them. They had fallen asleep with her son’s cock still inside her. Now soft, it was resting against her pussy. She gave a small grind to her hips to feel the cock rub against her labia, then slipped away from her son. Dalius gave a soft grunt. Lyra got to the edge of the bed, leaned to kiss her son’s cheek, and stood.
Sunlight oozed into the room from the rows of massive windows. Soft breeze blew through them and passed out from the windows on the opposite walls. Her bed chamber was carefully chosen for this feature–cold breeze and warm sunlight. Her husband had made fun of her for wanting a mix of complete opposites, but he eventually came around to the ambience. Lyra enjoyed the soft breeze on her naked body, sending tingles crawling on her skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake.
When Lyra opened the door, her chamber maid was waiting for her. “Moira…”
Moira put down the book she was reading, and stood up. She smiled. It wasn’t a broad smile, not a grin, not a small disinterested smile either. As always, Moira had the smile somewhere in between, making it hard for Lyra to decipher it.
“High Mother,” Moira said stepping closer to Lyra. She kissed Lyra’s cleavage, her belly button, and her pubic mound. “Would you need anything before your bath?”
Lyra touched Moira’s face. “I didn’t expect you’d be here this early.”
“I knew you’d need your bath before Ironhand arrives.”
Lyra smiled and pecked Moira on the lips.
“Thank you, love. Come, I’m craving a nice bath.”
And it was a nice bath–a long narrow pool of steaming water, with fragrance brought in from the far edges of Galorium, and a bath maid to scrub her.
Lyra was on one end of the pool, arms crossed on the pool’s rim, her head resting on her hands. Her bath maid was kneeling on the marble floor of the chamber. He was leaning down and scrubbing Lyra’s back.
Lyra opened her eyes to see the man’s hard cock dangling in front of her. Despite herself, it brought a smile to her lips. It was a new cock, one she hand’t seen before. She looked up at her bath maid’s face. Short blond curly hair, strong jaw, young–twenty, or maybe early twenties. His brown eyes were intent on the task ahead.
“How old are you?” Lyra asked.
“Twenty-five, High Mother.”
“You’re new, aren’t you?” Lyra asked.
“I-I am, High Mother,” he said, freezing in his task. “Is my service not up to your satisfaction?”
“What’s your name?”
“Qun, High Mother,” he said, sitting straight. It took cock away from Lefkoşa Escort her face.
Lyra almost lunged to get the cock back to her face. Almost.
“Well, Qun, you are doing a satisfactory service. But you will do an exceptional service if you believe something about me. I’m not made of glass, love.”
Qun gave a nervous smile, but did put more force after that. More importantly, his cock was back to her face, rubbing so deliciously and smelling so good. When it got close to her lips, she spit on it and then suck it off the cock, savoring the taste of spit and precum. So when Moira came to inform her Ironhand is waiting for her, Lyra begrudgingly called an end to her bath.
Moira helped Lyra into her gown. It was made of white translucent silk cloth with a neckline running deep to her belly button. Its sides were split from hips down, showing off her sun kissed legs. Moira brushed Lyra’s raven black hair. And the finishing touch–a red cape that flowed all the way to the floor.
Lyra found her son still sleeping. “Darius!” she said, standing beside the bed with her hands to her hips. “Ironhand is here. I want you to pay attention to this matter.”
Darius moaned and rolled over to see Lyra. “I really need to know where you hide all your gowns.”
He crawled to the edge and put his nose against her pussy. He breathed in her aroma through the translucent gown.
“Best pussy in Galorium,” Dalius said. He tried to lick but Lyra stepped away.
“Want a taste?” she asked, pulling the gown to a side to expose her pussy.
Dalius got out of the bed and kneeled. But Lyra kept stepping back, making Dalius crawl on all fours with his tongue hanging out. Finally, he had enough. He shot to his feet, towering over his mother.
“Fine, bitch…” he said, holding her by both shoulders.
She raised on her toes to kiss him. It was a deep kiss, filled with passion and need. When she broke for air, she stayed close to his face, panting into his mouth. Her finger played with his lower lip, then parted his mouth. She went for another kiss, but instead of a kiss, she spit in her son’s mouth.
“I’m awake now,” Dalius said. “Can I taste the whore pussy?”
“Only if you promise to pay attention to the matter ahead with Ironhand.”
Dalius kissed his mother’s cleavage, belly button and pubic mound. Then parted the gown to shove his face into her pussy. Mother and son moaned together.
Lyra was holding her son’s head into her pussy when Moira came into her bed chambers with Ironhand.
A tall, dark skinned man walked into the room. He was wearing the red uniform, a color reserved for redgaurd. His belt buckle–made of gold and inscribed with a moon inside a sun–was proudly on display. More than the uniform, it was the belt that indicated his position–Ironhand, one of the leaders of the redguards. The other, Ironclaw, was with her husband on the battlegrounds.
“High Mother,” Ironhand said, standing with his both thumbs stuffed behind his belt buckle.
“Iron–” Lyra began, but the words turned into another moan. She made another attempt at acknowledging the man who had been protecting her for more than thirty years. “Ironhand… I have a task for you two.”
Ironhand raised his brows, and looked at Moira.
“No, not Moira,” Lyra said. “Task for you–” she grabbed Kıbrıs Escort Darius’s hair and made hard thrust against his tongue “–and my son.”
Lyra beckoned at Ironhand. As Moira left the room, Ironhand stepped closer to the mother and son. He got behind her to and let Lyra lean against him. The man was forty-seven and somehow still felt like a stone wall.
She craned her neck and pulled him down for a kiss. His thick tongue in her mouth sent tingles running all the way to her pussy. She sucked on it, and as Ironhand pulled away, she bit his lower lip.
“My husband sent words yesterday,” Lyra said. “There’s a–ah ah–there’s a spy amongst us. Do you remember Hellena?”
“Yes, High Mother,” Ironhand said. “I wager my heart that she is not a spy.”
She craned her neck again and smiled at Ironhand. She nibbled on his chin and placed his strong hands on her breasts. “I agree with you. I don’t think its her. But her son recently joined redguard.”
“I know him,” Ironhand said, kneading Lyra’s breasts. “Rohland is his name, High Mother.”
Lyra felt Ironhand’s cock growing against her ass. Memories of his black rod sent waves of pleasure. It had too long since she had enjoyed it. Too bad his cock was trapped under his uniform. Lyra reached back with one hand and grabbed his cock over his uniform. With the other hand, she pulled Ironhand down to her face. She always like to moan into someone’s mouth.
Their lips brushed with every grind of her hips against Dalius’s face.
“I suspect they are in trouble,” Lyra said. “Someone could be forcing them to spy on us.”
Dalius nibbled on her pink folds. This time please waved upward from her pussy. Lyra tightened her grip on Ironhand’s cock. She looked deep in his eyes and moaned into his lips. Ironhand gave the slightest of licks to her lips.
“I want Dalius to go see Hellena. Find out if they are in trouble. When she retired, Dalius was still roaming around Galorium on his training. He hasn’t seen her since for more than three years. That’s his excuse for paying a casual visit to her. I want you to go with him.”
“As you wish, High Mother.”
She heard him, but her mind could think only of how it’d feel if he called her a whore, a cheap whore, good for nothing slut. She wished he’d as anything other than High Mother, fuck her like she’s not High Mother, and throw her away to other men as cheap wager for some card game. Yes, she could have anyone in Galorium, but that’s different from getting used by them.
She gave him a deep kiss, and hesitantly let him pull away. She grabber her son’s shoulder for balance.
“Finish me, honeybun,” Lyra whispered as Ironhand left the room and closed the door behind him. “Fuck me.”
Dalius sprung to his feet and spun pushed his mother toward the bed. Lyra bent from her hips, her smooth legs straight and looked back eagerly. She couldn’t contain the need from showing on her face. Dalius spread his mother’s ass cheeks to reveal a tiny birthmark. He spit on it, used his thumb to rub it, and slurped the spit back.
A heartbeat later, her son’s cock filled her pussy. Dalius went in deep as he leaned forward to kiss Lyra. She brought her tongue out, hungrily waiting for his spit. When Dalius teased and denied her, she let out a wail, which made her feel disgusting, making the wail turn Girne Escort into a strange sound filled with plead and pleasure.
“Nothing but a cheap whore,” Dalius said, slapping his mother’s ass. “I’m telling you, you’re Galorium’s High Whore.”
He pulled her up against his chest, and grabbed her breasts through her gown. They kissed, and kept kissing as Dalius fucked her. Lyra ground her hips into her son’s groins. The hard cock felt wonderful as she moved her hips. She could feel her son was close.
“Fill me,” Lyra said. “I want it to leak down my legs when I’m on the throne. I will let you rip my clothes when I’m on throne. Fill me.”
That did the trick. Dalius thrusted hard. Lyra felt his cock throb and spurts of cum filling her. She moaned into her son’s mouth. When he was done, he pushed her onto the bed and stepped away.
When they turned around, a woman standing by the door. It was Lyra’s throne maid.
“High Mother…” she said, stepping closer. She kissed Lyra’s cleavage, belly button and pubic mound. She inhaled the sweet scent of her pussy mixed with her son’s cum. She moved to Dalius to kiss his chest and pubic mound. His hard cock flicked against her chin, spreading cum. “High Son…” she said standing up.
“I had to give an audience last night,” Lyra said.
“I heard, High Mother. I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”
“Think nothing of it, love.” Lyra kissed her lips. She inserted two fingers into her pussy, and brought it up to her throne maid’s lips.
“I bring it up…” Lyra said, watching her throne maid suck the fingers clean. “… because my chamber maid, Moira, took care of it perfectly. You know her?”
A soft moan came as a reply. Lyra felt tongue moving between her two fingers. She let her throne maid enjoy it for a few more heartbeats, then pulled her fingers away.
“Yes, I know her, High Mother.”
“She’s been servicing me for long. I’ve seen her read several times. She obviously has interest in other matters. I want you to take her in, give her something to do that she’s interested in.”
“Yes, High Mother.”
Lyra swiped the cum from her throne maid’s chin. She brought it to her own mouth. “Don’t tell her I sent you. Chance upon her. Give her a task, make her believe everyone else is busy. Then approach her on the merits of how she finished her task.”
Lyra sensed a hesitation in her throne maid’s eyes.
“You don’t approve?” Lyra asked.
“What if she doesn’t finish the task to satisfaction?”
Lyra smiled. “I’m only asking you to test her. You will be the sole judge on the matter and I will accept your decision.”
“Thank you, High Mother. If there’s nothing else, we should head to the throne room.”
Lyra turned to her son. Dalius was sitting on the bed, leaning back, his weight supported on his hands.
“This is why everyone respects you, mother,” Dalius said. “You’re always looking out for everyone. Saying things what others what to hear, but getting things what you wanted to get done. Yours are very dangerous lips, High Mother.”
“Oh? High Mother?” Lyra said with mock surprise. “I thought I was High Whore.”
Dalius stood up and touched his mother’s lips. “These lips make you High Mother.” Then, gave a slight slap on her pussy lips. “These lips make you High Whore.”
Lyra burst into laughter, and kissed her son. “Now go get a bath. Moira must have already prepared it. Then you’re heading for Hellena. You heard what I said to Ironhand.”
“Every word,” Dalius said.
Lyra walked with her throne maid to her door. “Is today going to be busy?”
“And boring…”
“Well, let’s not keep Galorium waiting.”