Season 2, Episode 4
Written by Tof Eklund
Read by Tawn Krakowski
Geoff loomed in the door, an ominous shadow. I would like to say that I’ve never been ashamed of my sexuality, but that’s just not true. In that moment, I would have pulled up the flagstones and buried myself under the castle if I could.
“You two’ve made enough of a scene,” Geoff heaved a great sigh. “I’ll be back to get you in a bit. For now, stay put, and by the gods’ graves, be quiet. “
Then he closed the door and pulled the bolt, locking Kaye and I in the once-again pitch-black room.
It was only then, when I could no longer see a thing, that I realized that my hand still rested on Kaye’s cock, which was, even after orgasm and embarrassment, still hard. I jerked my hand away, then pushed back from Kaye’s side.
Kaye made a low, indecipherable sound, and I felt a pang of guilt. He’d been more exposed than I. This must have been traumatic for him. Then he rolled over toward me and I realized that the sound was muffled laughter. His hand landed on my arm, then reached for and squeezed my own.
“Poor Geoff,” I heard him whisper, “he sure got an eyeful, didn’t he?”
That flipped my thinking right around, and I chuckled, “He wasn’t expecting this, was he?”
“I don’t think so, but he should have been.”
I made an unladylike snort. “I suppose so. At least he was stoic about it.”
“He always is. I think if he had to face an army, he’d do it with a sigh and a shrug.”
“I’d pity the army.”
“Ha!” Kaye laughed, then forced himself back down to a whisper. “We’d better be quiet. Wouldn’t want to make him come back just to hush us up.”
“Too loud,” I imitated Geoff’s gruff voice, “that’s an extra hour in the storage room.”
Kaye made a “pfft!” sound as he swallowed laughter. There was a pause before he continued. “How long do you think we have before he comes back?”
“It sounded like it was going to be a while, right?”
“Maybe,” I drew the word out in anticipation, “what were you thinking about, Kaye?”
“Well…I still haven’t seen you naked, Yelen.”
“You’re not going to ‘see’ anything in here,” I replied huskily, unsatisfied longing creeping into my voice.
“Then I’d like to feel you naked.”
Another time, I would have mocked that awkward line, but now, all I had it in me to say was “yes.”
I pulled off my stockings before getting up and standing with one foot on each side of his hips. His hands found my ankles as I said, “You can start with my feet.”
I felt Kaye’s fingers against the tops of my feet and my toes. He stroked my heels and ankles lightly as I pulled off my crooked snood and freed my hair. I began working my plain brown dress up over my head and his caresses traveled up my calves. A light touch just below my knees and he moved his hands around and traced a trail lightly up the back of my knees onto my thighs. My dress hit the floor.
As Kaye’s hands moved higher, I unwound the binding and freed my breasts. They slapped down on my chest at the same time that his fingers reached my hips. I sighed as Kaye slid his hands around under my petticoats to caress my bare bottom. The binding slid from my hands as I felt him touch the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I stood, biting my lip, hoping he’d reach up just a little more to where I waited, hot and damp, burning with desire.
Instead, I felt his fingertips graze back out and move up, over the tops of my legs to my belly, only to be thwarted by the waist of my petticoats.
“Wait,” I whispered, catching his hands in my own and pulling them out from under my skirts. I then slid my undergarments down from my waistline and stepped one leg out of them before kicking them off of the other foot.
I lay down next to Kaye, like before, and he found my belly with both hands. He traced circles on it, and lines up and down my sides. When he reached my breasts, he stroked up them, passing my nipples between his fingers and over his palms, and I bit back a groan.
He might have lingered there pleasurably enough, but instead Kaye kept moving, touching my shoulders before taking each of my arms one at a time and slowly caressing them all the way down to the tips of my fingers, which he kissed one at a time.
By this point, I would have been ready to jump him and tear his clothes off with my teeth, but I was just as overwhelmingly relaxed as I was unbearably aroused, and when I felt one hand on my cheek as the other smoothed my wild hair, I whimpered like the warm, wet puddle of longing that I was.
“Kaye,” I kept my voice low, “please…”
He shifted, and I felt his head brush against my side. With a low grunt, he slid his unresponsive legs down past mine, until his head was level with my waist. I rolled onto my back as he lifted himself over my leg and positioned himself between my spread thighs.
“You gave me pleasure,” he said in a breathy whisper, “I hope I can return the favor.”
Kaye’s breath was hot on my thigh as he continued, “I did this once in a dream. You were enthroned as a goddess. Let me worship you.”
Then he lowered his lips to kiss my vulva.
“Aaaah, Kaye…” I moaned, trying to keep control of my voice.
His tongue was doing something wonderful along the line of my slit, and as the gates of the temple parted, I confessed.
“Uaaaah…I had that dream too.”
As if phrasing a question, Kaye’s tongue made a curving motion up along one side of my opening.
“I…nnnnh…I was woken up.” Oh, Goddess, he was licking my clit. “Juuuuuuh! Just as you were about to…ah! Ah! Ah! To do…this…”
I couldn’t even sort the sensations out any more. I was floating, rising, shooting up toward something bright and holy.
“Aaaaah…oh Kaye. Oh yes, oh yes, oh my beautiful…aaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaah!”
As the overwhelming pleasure receded, leaving behind a warm and comfortable fuzziness, I found myself with my thighs pressed tight around Kaye’s head and my hands clenched in his hair.
“Oh, my Prince.” I loosened my grip and stroked his hair. “Oh, Kaye, I love you.”
“I love you too,” came the muffled reply from between my legs, almost indecipherable, and I squeezed them tighter for a moment before setting him free.
Kaye raised his head to say, “I hope Geoff didn’t hear that. You weren’t very quiet.”
I flushed at that, but it was a comfortable kind of embarrassment, not at all like the shame I’d felt at being discovered. Kaye crawled up to kiss me and I wrapped my arms around him, and we lay there together for some time in the shelter of each other’s arms.
“Ah, Yelen,” Kaye asked, “did you enjoy that?”
“I would have thought it was obvious that I did.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
“Well, Kaye, I’m happy I could lend you a hand as well.”
To my surprise, Kaye stiffened, but then he laughed. “Yelen, do you know what that expression means?”
“I guess not.”
“It’s slang for helping someone masturbate, but it doesn’t count because it’s something boys do for each other.”
“Or girls,” I said, as pieces fell into place in my brain.
“Yes, though I’ve never heard women talk about it.”
“You wouldn’t have, Kaye, because you’re a man.”
“Oh,” he paused, “I see.”
“But homosexuality is illegal here,” I said, “on pain of death.”
“Yes, but a hand is, well, just a hand. It’s not sex.”
“Was it not sex when I touched you?”
“Yelen…that was different.” Kaye stopped. “No, you’re right. It’s not so different after all.”
There came a sudden knock at the door, followed by Geoff’s voice, low but distinct in the sudden hush, “Are you clothed?”
“Uh, give us a moment, Geoff,” Kaye replied.
Finding my clothes in the dark was a challenge. Kaye was still mostly dressed, and so had his leg braces back on and was helping me look for my petticoats before long. I was only able to find one stocking, so, at Geoff’s second, impatient request, we told him to open the door.
Rather than letting us out, he came into the storage room, pulled up a barrel to sit on, and closed the door behind him.
“Look,” he said without a trace of irony in his gravelly voice, “I don’t care what the two of you do, and even the Queen’s come to accept it, but you can’t prance around the castle like newlyweds.”
“The Queen?” Kaye half-choked.
“Sssh. Be quiet,” Geoff continued. “Yes, Kaye, your mother. I’ve been keeping an eye on the both of you for her.”
“How long?” I asked, feeling suddenly hollow.
I couldn’t see Geoff’s face, but I was certain he was looking straight at me, and I could hear the tightly-restrained amusement in his voice as he said, “How long have we been teaching together?”
“But,” I stammered, “but I didn’t even know.”
“Yeah, you’re a bit slow like that,” Geoff turned his attention back to Kaye, “but your mother, she doesn’t miss a thing.”
“You’ve been telling her everything?” Kaye asked, his voice nearly a squeak.
“Even about the lessons?”
“Wait,” I said, “what lessons?”
“The boy asked me to teach him how to kiss,” Geoff replied. “Seems he learned everything else in a dream.”
Jealous anger flared in my gut. “And you…I suppose you ‘leant him a hand’, did you?”
The trace of humor dropped out of Geoff’s voice as he replied, “No. Wouldn’t have been appropriate, seeing as how I’m a man’s man. I showed him how to kiss, and that’s all.”
“Appropriate…” I sputtered, aware that my own behavior had been anything but, “I…wait…Geoff, when you say you’re a ‘man’s man’…”
“He’s gay,” Kaye finished the thought for me. “Didn’t you know?”
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