The Tournament (7 page)

"It is not work," he replied. "It is a calling. I serve my brother. The King is a fine warrior. He commands many soldiers, all of them better fighters than I could ever be. But he is not immune to injury. With my medical knowledge, and my magic, I've saved his life more than once."
 

"So why are you here in the Pavilion?" Ruby asked.

The doctor didn't answer.

"How many of the aspirants have you fucked?" Ruby asked.
 

"Many," he answered.
 

"How many?"

"I don't know. Hundreds."
 

"And how many have received secrets of the Tournament?" Ruby asked.

"One," he said. "And that was too many."

"When did you last fuck another aspirant?"
 

"A few hours ago," he replied. "Does that bother you?"
 

"Of course not," said Ruby. "I'd be dead if you didn't fuck them, wouldn't I?"
 

The doctor didn't answer.

"Tell me the truth," said Ruby. "Did I feel different to you?"
 

"I can't answer that."
 

Ruby shivered. He had brought her back from the brink of death. She would respect his wishes, but she didn't like it. She sat up.

"Do
you
feel different?"
 

Ruby craned her neck around, then couldn't resist caressing the lean muscles of the doctor's chest. "Good as new," she said.

"Then don't worry."
 

"Let me suck your cock." She twisted onto her hands and knees. Her mouth, at least, hadn't changed. "Use my mouth. I want your cum."
 

Just the words made him hard again. He lay on his back while she crouched over him, on hands and knees, teasing him to the point of orgasm before she backed away and let him thrust his cock at the empty air. Then she took him down her throat and swallowed, knowing the rippling muscles would remind him of a cunt.
 

"Holy Fuck," gasped the doctor, grabbing her hair and holding her down on his cock. "Oh fuck, your
mouth
, fuck."
 

"Mmm," Ruby hummed, making his cock vibrate. "Mmm."
 

The doctor growled and let go of her hair, gripping the table tight with both hands. His hips jerked in tight, uncontrollable thrusts. "I want to fuck that hot red mouth of yours. I want to fuck the teeth right out of it."

She swallowed every drop of his cum and smacked her lips afterwards.

"Your mouth is amazing," said the doctor, when he could speak again. "What a woman you are."
 

That made Ruby feel a little bit better, even after she found out she'd been summoned to the Fourth Trial the next morning. She thought of the beautiful young man, and lying on the grass waiting to die, and she considered leaving rather than accepting the summons.

"Do you think I should go home?" Ruby asked Lily that night.

"You are always free to go," said Lily, then she snuggled Ruby tight. "That's what I'm supposed to tell you, and it's true. But if you want my advice, I think you should answer the summons. Find out what the Trial is, and leave if it goes hard on you."

"You're right." Ruby buried her nose in Lily's hair and let her eyes grow heavy. "And if I pass, I'll have four beads. Just like you."
 

The Steward took the aspirants ready for their Fourth Trial into the palace the next morning, to the spacious, whitewashed servants' quarters, and asked to service the Palace staff—the gardeners and the stableboys, the butlers and the cooks.
 

"The people who serve the Queen most intimately receive the most intimate service in return," said the Steward, by way of introduction.
 

The young servants, beardless and new to their jobs, swarmed the aspirants. They pushed and shoved the women onto tables and chairs, down onto the hard stone floor even, before the older palace servants could even approach.
 

Two boys with identical carrot-red hair who appeared to be brothers tossed Ruby across a banquet table. One of them leapt over the top while the other dug his fingers through Ruby's cunt and crowed when he found her wet.
 

"We've got a hot one," he bragged, pawing her hips and spreading the cheeks of her ass.
 

Next to Ruby, another aspirant laid out on the table squealed as a footman bit her breast. With her head dangling over the end of the table, Ruby could watch a burly lad with a thick, muscular ass pumping his cock into another girl he'd dragged onto floor by the great fireplace.
 

The brother positioned at Ruby's cunt shoved his cock in. "Oh yeah," he moaned, pumping with violent enthusiasm. "I'm balls-deep in
cunt
. I'm fucking it good."
 

The other brother cradled Ruby's head and stuck his cock down her throat. "Push it on me, brother," he urged. "Make her suck my cock, get it all down."

"Hngh," grunted the boy in her cunt, thrusting.
 

"Unh," said the other, pushing back from the other direction.
 

Pinned between the two, Ruby felt like a pig on a spit. But they were excited, and responsive. When she pinched her nipples, both brothers shouted encouragement.
 

The brother fucking her mouth came first, pulling out and spurting a stream of thin, milky cum onto her breasts. "Switch places?" he suggested.

"Fuck yes," said the brother in her cunt. "We'll fuck every hole she's got."

When they were done and Ruby finally sat up, cum splattered her thighs and matted her hair. A fat, bearded cook handed her a clean cloth. "Don't worry,"
 
he said. "They'll wear out quickly, at that pace. Why don't we get some food in you?"

The cooks had prepared a banquet of roast meats and creamed vegetables, fruits stewed in sugar and fresh bread still warm from the oven.
 

"The King does not eat better," said the fat cook, piling a plate high for her.

Ruby wiped the cum off of her face before it could crust and ate with the fat cook. He named the other cooks, and their specialties: the pastry chef, the baker, the saucemaker.

"I roast the meats." He flexed his brawny arms for her. "I can haul a whole beef carcass up from the slaughterhouse. Save the cart for weaklings."

"You must be very strong," said Ruby.

"As an ox. I'm big everywhere. Big strong arms, big fat belly." He grinned. "Big thick cock."
 

Ruby put down her plate and smiled.

The fat cook laughed. "Good girl!" he cried, smacking her on the ass.

Ruby squealed.

"You like that?" He spanked her again. "I'll have your hindquarters pink as a ham and tender as veal in a minute."

He bent her over the table right next to her empty plate and spanked her until it her ass burned and tears leaked down her cheeks from the terrible sting.
 

"Give her a whack for me!" the fat cook called to an elderly gentleman.

The elderly gentleman approached. He acknowledged Ruby with a sober nod and gave her a hard, closed-finger smack that made her wail like a child.
 

"Happy Tournament," said the elderly gentleman to the fat cook, before walking away.
 

"Your ass is rosy as a chunk of burning coal and just as hot," said the cook, unlacing his breeches to reveal his cock, thick as a sausage. It jutted, purple-brown and engorged, below the shelf of his great belly. "And now I'm going to stoke it."
 

His girth was too great for comfort. He pinched her nipples and smacked her as he worked his way inside of her, pushing hard to make room. Her cunt had never been stretched so tight and it
hurt
, but so did everything else—her whole body burned or stung or tingled.
 

"Almost there," said the fat cook, radiating heat. "Just a little more."
 

He pinched her nipples again. Ruby cried out and her cunt gave a throb. The fat cook began to fuck her, and even his gentlest strokes made Ruby gasp with pain. Her hipbones ached. She wondered that her cunt hadn't bled.
 

But she liked the stretched, full feeling of a giant cock, and the barrage of spanking, the cook's slaps and pinches, left her deliciously hot and sensitive. Giving herself up to the experience, Ruby snuck her hand between her legs and made herself come.

"Good cunt," said the cook when he was done, breathing deep as he lowered himself onto the bench next to her. "Absolutely prime."
 

"I'll get her cleaned up," said a handsome groom, taking her arm. "I've got hot water waiting in the stables."
 

He washed her with a rough cloth and a pail of warm soapy water. "Feels good to be clean, doesn't it?" He hummed a little tune, his cock rising as he touched her breasts. "I'll take good care of you, sugar."
 

He dried her off with a soft towel and pushed her back against a bale of sweet-smelling hay. "Riding horses gives grooms an excellent sense of rhythm." He spread a gout of oil on his cock and presented it to her. "I can show you."
 

"Oh, please." Ruby hooked one leg over his hip, opening herself to him. "Look at that cock. I want it. Show me how good you are."

He penetrated her swiftly, in the dim stables with hay prickling her back and filling her nose, hooking one arm around her thigh to keep it high. "Take it," he whispered, sucking her neck. "Gonna hit you just right. Gonna make you come. You feel that?"
 

Ruby shivered. His cock was curved, and each time he penetrated her it rubbed her on the inside, in that spot that made her weep and melt. She grabbed his ass as it flexed, tight and hard, a perfect handful. "I want you to make me come. Oh, please."
 

He ground into her, swiveling his hips. "You like that?"
 

"You're so good," Ruby whimpered. "The way you move."

"I feel that little tremble," he said, as she arched into his thrusts. "Don't try to hide it."
 

Ruby threw her head back. "I'm so close."
 

The orgasm was deep and gentle, blossoming out to her skin from deep inside of her.
 

"That's right." He groaned as she sagged into him, fucking her hard. "That hot cunt of yours is gripping me so tight."

He dropped his forehead onto her shoulder as the shudders of his own orgasm stopped. His hair tickled Ruby's chin and jaw as he panted for breath.
 

And then his cock twitched inside of her.

"I think I'm getting hard again," he said, a catch in his voice.
 

Ruby gave the prickly hair at his nape a light scratch.

"I am." He moved his hips in a tiny thrust. His cock really was growing bigger. "I'm going to fuck you again. Right now."
 

"I'm so tired." Ruby let her eyelids droop. "I don't know if I can take it."
 

"You have to." He hitched her leg higher up around his hip and ground into her, rotating his hips. "Because I'm already in you and I'm not going to stop."
 

"What if I scream?" Ruby tilted her hips to give him just the right angle.

The groom covered her mouth with his palm and fucked her in the dim, empty stable. His cock was bigger and harder than the first time, and he pumped into her in short, hard thrusts.

Ruby tossed her head, making her red hair fly, and moaned piteously.

"I'll stop when I've had enough," said the groom. "Do you feel that? How hard I am for you?"
 

Ruby bit his palm and sent him over the edge. The groom pressed into her as he came, flattening her breasts against his chest, fingers digging deep into her ass.
 

Ruby sighed, content, but the groom pulled out and stumbled away.
 

"I'm so sorry." He hid his face, covering it with his hands. "I am so sorry."
 

Ruby wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling his back against her chest. Semen dribbled down her thighs. "Shh," she soothed. "I was willing."
 

"No." The groom dropped down on his knees, taking Ruby with him. "No. Oh, fuck. An
aspirant
. I'll be killed. They'll kill me."
 

"Here." Ruby slid off his back and turned his cheek so she could kiss his lips. "Here."

The groom began to cry.
 

"I didn't mean to," he said. "I don't know what came over me."

"It's all right," said Ruby. She smoothed her fingers over his damp cheeks, stroked his hair. "Whatever you want is all right."

"I'm hard again," sobbed the groom.

"Then you should take me again," said Ruby.
 

"This isn't normal." The groom cringed away from her. "You should turn me in. Right now. Before I—I can't even say the word."
 

"You like to please women," said Ruby.

"Yes!" The groom ground the heels of his palms into his eyes. "My lovers are happy to see me. I give them pleasure, always."

"I am here for
you
," said Ruby. "I am here to serve
you
. Why don't you pull my hair and force me to suck your cock?"
 

"No," said the groom.

"Why not?" Ruby asked.
 

"I want your cunt," said the groom.
 

Ruby held her breath.

He sat back and displayed himself, the tender skin of his cock red and rubbed raw. "You're not even the first woman I fucked today."
 

"Wrap your hands around my neck," said Ruby.

He curled his hands into fists, but his cock twitched.

"Wrap your hands around my neck," she repeated.

He cupped her neck with both hands, very gently.

"Now push me onto my back," Ruby instructed.

The groom hesitated, but he guided her down until she lay flat on the straw floor and he crouched over her.

"What do you want to do?" Ruby asked.

"I don't want—" He grabbed his cock and began to jerk himself.