Queen of Dragons Page 2

  “Sterre?” Annika asked softly as she ran a hand along Sterre’s hair and wiped a tear from her cheek. “Are you alright?”

  “I’m fine,” Sterre said lying to Annika for the first time. “Where is father?”

  “He has taken your brother on a hunt,” Annika said proudly as she hugged Sterre tight. “They are hoping to get a wild boar or an elk for your name day celebration. They may be gone for a day or two, but will be back in plenty of time.”

  Sterre let her thoughts wander back to her dress, she wanted to look good for everyone. Now that she knew the truth, that her father was chasing away all prospective suitors and that it was not something about her that they did not like. He had to tell her someday that she had been promised to this man, he will probably make up some lie but she knew the truth of the matter. Her perspective on her father changed today, she would never see him in the same light again. The rest of the afternoon went quickly as they hammered out all of the details for her celebration, but Sterre began to feel a little fear creep into her when she thought of being given to the tall man.

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  The next few days went by in a blink, her father and half-brother returned from their hunt with a huge wild boar for the feast and Annika presented her with the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. Sterre started noticing there were more and more guards manning posts than she ever remembered in her life here, it seemed as though the guard had tripled. She also noticed men working on something on the roof of the manor in several different areas. Something was not right, all of these preparations and all coming up to her name day. Her father was expecting something was going to happen, and it was going to happen soon. Sterre was beginning to think this had everything to do with her, her father was thinking of betraying his word to the tall man. She remembered the terrible look on the tall man’s face as he warned not to betray him, she remembered his glowing eyes and long sharp claws. To this day it still strikes fear in her heart, and takes her breath away when she thinks of it.

  Sterre started searching through the manor for her father and found him in his study standing tall and proud looking out the double doors leading into the garden. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled at her as she walked through the door.

  “Come in Sterre,” He said in a low voice as he looked back out over the garden. “Close the door behind you. We need to talk.”

  Sterre felt her heart sink as she had a feeling she could not go through with confronting him on this matter.

  “Tomorrow is your eighteenth name day,” He said letting out a small sigh realizing how much time had gone by. “I am going to introduce you to a young man named Edward, he comes from a land far to the east, and it is my wish that you get to know him better.”

  Sterre felt her mouth fall open she could not believe he was going to go back on his deal with the tall man. In a split moment her anger with him disappeared and she feared for his safety. “I will do as you ask father…”

  She watched him turn and look at her sternly. “What is it Sterre? You sounded like you were about to say something and stopped.”

  She desperately wanted to tell him that she knew, and that she was there when he made the deal with the tall man. “I…I know…”

  “Out with it girl, you know I have no time for games,” Caspar said with a hint of anger in his voice. “Just say what you have to say.”

  “I know you will be busy entertaining at my celebration,” Sterre lied trying to hide her true question. “But I would like if you could save time for a dance with me.”

  “Of course I will, you silly girl,” Caspar said with a joyous laugh as he walked to Sterre and wrapped his strong arms around her, embracing her tightly. “I will always have time for you.”

  Sterre let go of her father and stepped back, she was ashamed that she did not have the courage to confront him with the truth. “I still have many things to get ready for tomorrow. I love you father.”

  “I love you too,” Caspar said knowing he had plans to keep her safe from the monster he had made a deal with.

  Sterre turned and walked out of the study leaving her father to his thoughts. She went about the rest of the day finishing her preparations for her celebration tomorrow. The memories of the night the tall man was here were weighing heavy on her, she could not concentrate, and she just kept seeing his glowing eyes and sharp claws. Her silence was going to cause great harm for her father, but she was too scared to challenge him with the information she had. She went to sleep that night crying because she knew no good would come from this.

  The morning came quickly, her sleep was fitful and restless causing her to wake several times throughout the night. She had a bath prepared for her name day and enjoyed the warm water as it soothed her tired body. She had prepared a special rose oil that was added to the water, and the pungent floral fragrance wafted throughout most of the second floor. As much as she liked the rare occurrence of a warm relaxing bath she knew she had much to do to be ready for her celebration. She relaxed for a few more minutes letting the warm water caress her body and sooth her before washing thoroughly and getting out. She walked to her room in only a light silk robe and she felt the eyes of the male servants, and guards follow her as she walked by them. This was not the only time she had noticed them watching her, she used to get a little uneasy by it, but in the last year or so it started making her feel different. She felt wanted, and she even sometimes went out of her way to walk by them just to have the attention.

  It was a short walk to her room and she had passed several guards on the way as the amount of guards in the manor had doubled or even trebled as of late. She felt every one of them watching her their eyes lingering on her hoping to catch even a glimpse of her creamy flesh. She felt a kind of pressure inside like something was building and making her breathe slightly heavier. Her nipples became hardened as the fabric of her robe brushed against them. Her mind was abuzz with excitement as she came upon a chamber maid in her room.

  Sterre looked at the small, mousey girl and saw surprise in her face that she was back so soon. This girl was not much older than Sterre had just turned. She was very pretty, short, petite, with deep emerald green eyes that complimented her darker complexion, dark brown hair tied back into a ponytail, and comely, pleasant facial features. She was originally from a kingdom far to the east and was newer here in the manor. Sterre had seen her many time before, and had admired her for her more exotic look. If her memory served her right the girl’s name was Katarina.

  “Pardon me Jonkvrouw Sterre,” the maid said in a thick accent as she backed away from the door allowing Sterre to enter. “I had assumed you would be longer with your bath and was taking the time to tidy your quarters.”

  “You need only call me Sterre, my father has much wealth but we are not nobility,” Sterre said looking kindly at the girl. “I appreciate all you have done for me. I will need some time alone, but would like you to return in an hour to help me dress.”

  “As you wish…Sterre,” Katarina said with a beautiful smile. “I will return in an hour.”

  Sterre watched the girl leave and close the door behind her she felt a stirring deep inside like she had felt many times before, a lustful feeling that only went away with time. Today though it was strong she just wanted it to go away it was distracting and she did not need distractions. She disrobed and walked about her room naked, she liked the feel of the cool air on her naked skin. She stopped to look in her full length mirror, she has grown so much in just the last two years. She was almost as tall as her father, with long lean muscles honed by years of hiking and climbing, shoulder length honey blond hair that framed a face with sharp, beautiful feminine features, light steely blue eyes, creamy white skin that was lightly tanned, tight taut buttocks and firm breast that were pert with youth.

  Even looking at her own body in the mirror was making the pressure inside worse. She looked down and her eyes came to rest on the delicate pink lips that poked out from her light colored pubic hair and s
he could see a glistening on them. She absently moved a hand to touch the glistening and felt it was slick with moisture. A little shock of pleasure rolled through her at the touch making her shiver. She pulled her hand back feeling guilty at the pleasure it caused.

  Her mind rolled back to a few weeks ago when she was up late one night and heading to the kitchen for some warm milk to help her sleep. She heard a noise coming from down the hall where the servants slept, a sound like someone was sobbing. Sterre remembered following the sound to the scullery maid’s quarters. And listening at their door, she could hear small sounds like moaning or sobbing coming from the room where the two girls lived. She thought something might be wrong and knocked softly, there was no answer but the moaning sound persisted. She did not want to wake the servants so she quietly opened the door a crack and looked in. She was about to announce herself when her eyes came upon the two girls lying on the same bed, and one girl was trusting her fingers vigorously in and out of the other girl’s pussy, her other hands thumb rubbing at the top of where her delicate lower lips came together. Sterre could do nothing but watch as the girl with the fingers inside of her writhed on the bed moaning and biting into her pillow trying to keep quiet. She remembered a heat sparking between her legs watching the two servant girls and she watched until the girl stiffened and arched her back pushing her hips down hard burying the other girl’s fingers deeper inside. She remembered her hand moving to her breast and touching it as she watched, and it felt amazing sending tingles all through her.

  A knock at the door shocked her out of her memory and fear filled her, she felt like she was caught doing something bad. She quickly grabbed her robe and held it in front of her brushing the silky material against her hardened nipples. She gasped at the pleasure that rolled through her at the material touching her sensitive nipples.

  “Sterre, I know you asked for some time alone,” came Kataina’s thick accented voice from the other side of the door. “But I have your dress and Annika said it was best to make sure you had it right away.”

  Sterre was frightened and excited, she wanted the girl to go away so she could be alone with her lewd thoughts. The best way to make her go was to let her deliver the dress. Sterre quickly moved behind her dressing screen in the corner of the room. “Come in and close the door behind you I am not exactly descent.”

  Sterre watched the door open only wide enough for the mousey girl to squeeze in and then she closed it again right behind herself. She saw Katarina had a long flowing dress made from the material she had picked out with Annika, but she could not concentrate on it, her mind was infused with her lust and she could only think of the girl holding the dress. Sterre felt her robe fall from her grip to the floor in a bunch around her feet and she stepped out quietly from behind the dressing screen and moved between Katarina and the door. She watched Katarina turn not knowing she was there, and the small girl started as she came face to face with Sterre completely naked and barring her way out.

  Sterre breathed heavily her breasts heaving with excitement as she watched Katarina looking at her standing bare in front of her.

  “Do you think I am pretty?” Sterre asked Katarina as her beautiful blue eyes met with the older girl’s. Sterre could see shock wash over the servant girl, but she did not look away.

  “Da…I mean Yes,” Katarina responded as her senses came about her and she averted her eyes from Sterre’s shapely nubile form. She licked her lips and swallowed thickly a she continued. “You are the most beautiful girl I have seen in some time.”

  “Then look at me,” Sterre said as she pushed her chest out making her breasts more pronounced, and she watched Katarina slowly look back. “I will not make you do anything you do not want to do. Do you want to look at me?”

  “Yes,” Katarina said a she visually explored Sterre’s body.

  “Can I look at you?” Sterre said with genuine curiosity. Other than herself she had only ever seen the scullery servants naked and she just wanted to see if the sight of Katarina naked elicited as much excitement as she felt that late night in the servant’s quarters. “I mean, only if you want me to. Do not feel you have to because of who I am. If you do not want me to see you just say so.”

  Katarina’s answer was apparent as she reached down and nimbly untied her apron and laid it on the foot of the bed beside Sterre’s dress. She could hear Katarina’s breath deepen as her hands untied the waist belt that held her servants dress in place and pulled the dress over her head revealing her petite body to Sterre. Sterre felt something stir deep inside at the sight of Katarina standing naked in front of her. She had tiny breasts that sat high on her chest and every muscle was well defined under her tanned skin. Sterre looked down and could see Katarina was excited her nipples were fully erect and she could see glistening in her pubic thatch.

  “Am I pretty to you?” Katarina asked in a low voice that was barely a whisper.

  Sterre could not take her eyes off of the girl exploring every inch of her as that urgent heated feeling grew inside of her. “Yes, very beautiful.”

  “What is next?” Katarina asked thickly.

  “What do you want to be next?” Sterre said with fear and excitement creeping onto her mind.

  “I do not know, I have never done this before,” Katarina lied as her mind raced at the possibilities.

  Sterre took a step toward Katarina and could see the girl flinch at her advance. “Do you not want me close to you?”

  “I am afraid,” Katarina said honestly. “If I am caught touching you in that way, I will surely be dismissed and probably worse will happen to me.”

  Sterre knew she may be putting the girl in a bad position because of her advances and she knew firsthand what could happen. She told Annika what she had seen in the scullery servant’s quarters and the two girls were promptly dismissed.

  “Do you wish to leave?” Sterre said with great disappointment creeping into her heart.

  “I do not,” Katarina said as she picked up her dress. “But, I think I must before…”

  “I understand,” Sterre said in a soft voice. “Will you still help me dress for my celebration?”

  “I will,” Katarina said with a smile as she fixed her dress and tied her apron back in place. “I do not want you to think I do not want this…I just feel it cannot happen, not now.”

  “I know,” Sterre replied knowing it may be best for the girl’s future not to pursue this. “I like your company and still wish to know you better.”

  “I can assure you we will get to know each other better,” Katarina said with a heat in her voice.

  Sterre stepped back from the door getting out of sight of anyone who might see when Katarina opened the door. She watched the servant girl hesitantly leave and she knew the girl was rethinking her decision, but finally stepped out and closed the door behind her. Sterre was left standing naked and extremely aroused in her room, she could not go to the party this way she was way too excited and that weird pressure inside was getting worse. She walked over to her dressing table and tried to focus on anything else, she picked up a crock of salve she had made for softening her skin. When she opened it she could immediately smell its sweet herbal smell, this salve made her skin as soft as silk and she definitely wanted that today. She started to apply the salve to her arms, neck, then to her chest and she felt tingling all over her skin. It did not matter where she touched it only made the heat between her legs intensify.

  She just wanted the feeling to lessen but no matter what she did she could not make it lessen. Visions of Katarina’s body lingered in her mind, the scullery servants touching each other lingered in her mind. She dipped her fingers on both hands into the crock and brought them to her breasts and rubbed the salve into her fleshy orbs and felt jolts of pleasure arc through her as she rubbed her hard little budded nipples. She kept dipping her fingers into the salve and moving lower along her taut body, rubbing it into her stomach muscles and back around to her buttocks. She could hear her own heavy breathing and sh
e was staunching her moans knowing a guard might hear.

  She rubbed salve into her shapely thighs and calves, she wanted so badly to touch between her legs and rub out the heat that lingered there. She shuddered in anticipation at the thought of touching her own pussy. She moved her hands down, her eager fingers caressing her inner thighs, brushing though her sparse honey colored pubic hair, and hovered over her lust swollen lower lips. She let her fingers come to rest on the top of her pussy, brushing through her moist lips and sending an instant pang of pleasure deep into her. She felt that pressure inside intensify as she rubbed up and down the length of her lower lips but by far the area at the top was the most sensitive. She moved her fingers down low all the way to the bottom of her pussy and then back even further brushing her ass and found that this brought her almost as much pleasure as rubbing the top part of her little pink lips. She brought her knee up and rested it on her dressing table spreading her legs wide exposing her pussy and ass. She used one hand reaching back and started rubbing the salve into her puckered ass sending pleasure all through her, her other hand went forward and started rubbing her sensitive engorged clit. The pleasure she was feeling was mind blowing causing her to almost lose her breath as something peaked inside. Sterre gasped as a flood of pleasure released all through her making her buck her hips forward mashing her pussy hard onto her delicate fingers. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her young body, pleasure like she had never felt before. She could not help letting out whimpers of pure ecstasy as her body was wracked with intense orgasm. She reveled in the intense feelings and wondered if they would ever end, and little by little the waves lessened leaving her weak in the legs and gasping from her experience.

  Sterre had never felt anything like that before, she had seen the scullery maids but had no idea it felt like this, or that anything could ever feel like this. She moved her leg off of the dressing table and pushed away from it, she felt unsteady as she moved to the bed on weak legs. There was a unique glowing feeling washing over her and she could not help but smile as she flopped her tall lean form onto her soft down mattress. She slowly felt her euphoric state lessen and her senses returned to her allowing her to get up and put on a shirt and hiking breeches. She started brushing out her hair and picking out jewelry to accompany her new dress for the night, and thoughts of the splendid time she was going to have preoccupied her. A knock on her door brought her thoughts back and she knew it was going to be Katarina, and that same feeling tingled down between her legs.