My bowl!”
Mother saw Muffy, her blonde hair in long, lovely ringlets down her back, carrying both toward the King, her body adorned in silver, tattooed in henna, but otherwise nude.
She was totally different, like something otherworldly, and Mother couldn’t help but stare.
“What a fine piece of stock,” George admired, his eyes glittering from puffy slits in his face.
“My wife found her,” the King said, nodding in agreement as Muffy knelt with her offering, and the King took his bowl and pipe, taking a long, held breath of the stuff.
Mother had never done any of the poppiods, but knew the King loved his, and didn’t begrudge him. They grew wild in the fields, and even the animals loved to eat them, frolicking wildly afterward, rutting and grinding and squealing as if possessed.
“Lovely.” George touched one of the girl’s ringlet curls, rubbing it between his fat finger and thumb, and Mother winced. She fervently hoped Muffy wouldn’t have to serve the King’s guest tonight.
“Would you like to see her dance?” the King offered generously, glancing up as another girl dropped from the archway with a loud scream, and Hump called out, “Next!” with a large grin, his huge cock glistening in the light.
“I would,” George agreed, his hand moving to his breeches as his thumb traced the girl’s tender lips. “Indeed, I would.”
“Shower!” the King called up toward the archway, and Hump gave him a bow, standing in the archway now, his body slick with sweat from his effort. There were nine nude girls below, and the knights pushed them forward, not that they needed encouragement. They stood with their hands and faced raised, whimpering, mewing, panting, watching with big eyes as the man above them took himself in hand and began to stroke himself.
“Show-er! Show-er!” became the chant throughout the hall as the man’s hand moved faster-Mother was amazed he could get his hand around it, and saw, from her angle, that he couldn’t, exactly, not quite. His girth was so great that his fingers didn’t quite meet his thumb. Beside her, Jill watched with wide eyes, squirming in her seat, and Mother smiled, remembering the first time she, too, had watched this show.
“Ahhhh!” Hump’s buck and growl was followed by a literal shower of white hot cum. His cock jerked with it, his heavy balls drawn up tight, spewing forth impossibly long, heated spurts of the stuff, and it rained down on the women below. They squealed, turning their faces up to catch it, their tongues out, as if they were catching raindrops or snowflakes, and when he was finished-it seemed to go on and on, his back arched, his cock a fountain-they turned to one another, kissing, licking, like kittens in a pile on the floor, writhing in ecstasy.
“He’s gonna fall one of these days,” Blue mused, watching as the man sank, weary, to sitting in the archway, his head back, eyes closed, still panting hard.
“This hall wouldn’t be the same without ol’ Hump,” King Cole agreed, looking up at the man fondly. “Found him across the borderlands, you know, dancing for women who put strange green paper in his underpants. I’d never seen a cock so big, and just had to bring him back to…ah…show the Queen.”
The Queen of Hearts blushed red, but she nodded, her eyes bright. “Indeed.” The King took another long hit from his pipe, his eyes glazing over for a moment.
Then he saw George’s hand moving down Muffy’s chin, venturing toward her breast, and he called, “Fiddlers!” clapping his hands loudly. Muffy stood immediately, stepping carefully between Blue and George, past their dishes and up onto the table. Before he could even speak, the kitchen staff had cleared their dishes, and Muffy had an open space to move, but she waited, poised, for the music.
“They’re cats!” Jill whispered as the three fiddlers began, and they were, similar to the three they had at home, their markings and coloring slightly different. One of them, a dark gray cat girl, had four breasts instead of the usual two, a sight that caught Mother’s attention.
“Hey diddle diddle, the cat with the fiddle…” Blue winked over at Jill’s stunned expression, but then his attention was drawn to the girl at the center of the table, her body swaying to the music.
“Divine,” George murmured, watching Muffy dance, the music both melancholy and wonderfully hypnotic. The three cats were skilled fiddlers, seeming to move the dancer with their music, and Mother marveled at Muffy’s ability as well. She never would have known the girl could be so graceful.
When the music sped up, the girl’s hips moved faster, gyrating, insinuating sex with every movement, and when it slowed down, she swayed, dancing with her arm movements as beautifully as she did the rest of her body, her hips rolling in wider, easier circles, giving them all a clear view of her curves. Mother noted George’s hand edging toward the girl, and every time he managed to touch her, she would dance the other way, but she paid special attention to the King, focusing on him with her eyes, saving small, secret smiles for his personal pleasure.
“She’s beautiful,” Jill whispered, watching with wide eyes. Mother smiled, leaning over and kissing the redhead on the forehead.
“So are you, precious.”
The King noticed the exchange, his eyes skipping between the two young women, and then he smiled, giving Muffy a nod. “Choose a partner,” he instructed her, his eyes moving again to the redhead, his meaning clear. Muffy smiled, stretching her hennaed hands out to the girl sitting next to Mother. Jill stiffened, shaking her head, and Jack grabbed her wrist, mimicking Jill’s head movement.
“Hush, Jack,” Mother admonished, prying his fingers from Jill’s and encouraging the girl to climb up onto the table with the blonde. Both women were ripe and lush with curves, their breasts full and pink tipped, and Muffy danced circles around Jill at first, smiling, laughing, teasing, untying laces of her red corset as she went. The redhead blinked, dizzy, at the whirling blonde, and before she knew it, she was nude, too, and Muffy was encouraging her to step out of her corset.
George had it in his hands before Mother could grab it, lifting it to his nose and breathing deeply as he watched the women together, rocking now, close, arms entwined. Muffy rubbed her lower belly against Jill’s, her shaved mound seeming to reach for the redhead’s lush fur, their nipples touching, teasing. Jill’s eyes closed with pleasure, and Muffy took advantage of the moment, pressing her lips to the other woman’s. Mother saw a soft, pink tongue sneak through, their bodies rocking, swaying to the fiddlers’ music.
It was magical, and they all sat, transfixed by the show. If it weren’t for Jack’s hands clenched into fists beside her, Mother would have been carried away as well, but instead she focused her attention on the youngster beside her, whispering for him to hold still. His jealousy was almost as hot-headed as the ginger headed girl’s, his face growing as red.
“Jack, enough,” she admonished, whispering so no one else could hear. “She’s coming home with you tonight. Let it be.”
Of course, Mother couldn’t have predicted the next, as the Muffy led Jill to the end of the table toward the King, making her kneel down before him, a pliant offering.
The King smiled, running his hands up the woman’s slim, pale thighs, the smooth, extended curve of her hips, her waist, feeling the weight of her breasts in his hands.
“She’s a precious pet, isn’t she?” he murmured, glancing up at Muffy, who nodded, taking a light step off the table-in the direction of Mother, rather than George, whose hungry eyes followed her as she made her way to the King.
“Hungry?” The King inquired, giving her a lazy smile as he leaned back in his chair, letting the blonde kneel down and free his cock. It was as short and stubby as he was, but she didn’t seem to mind. Her mouth worshipped it and the King groaned, his hand lost in her golden curls. But that still wasn’t enough.