The flickering glow of the candelabras cast long, trembling shadows across the stone walls of Joana's chambers. The air was thick with the scent of lavender oil and the faint musk of anticipation. Joana lounged on a velvet chaise, her silken robe slipping off one shoulder to reveal the smooth curve of her collarbone. Her dark eyes glittered with mischief as she sipped from a goblet of wine, her lips stained a deep crimson. Beside her stood Dalla, the maid, her hands clasped nervously in front of her. The girl's simple linen shift had been stripped away earlier at Joana's command, leaving her bare under the dim light.
Dalla was a vision of vulnerability and reluctant beauty. Her skin glowed soft ivory, kissed by the faintest flush of embarrassment that crept from her cheeks down her slender neck. Her breasts were full and pert, the rosy nipples tightening under the cool air and the weight of Joana's gaze.
A trim waist flared into generous hips, and her thighs trembled slightly as she stood, her legs pressed together as if to shield the dark triangle of curls nestled between them. Her chestnut hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, framing a face that bore wide, doe-like eyes and lips parted in a mix of fear and resignation.
The heavy oak door creaked open, and Aegon stepped into the room, his presence commanding the space instantly. His broad shoulders filled the doorway, his leather tunic stretched taut over a muscled chest. His hair, a tousled mane of black, framed a face carved with sharp angles and a predatory grin. He carried the scent of the night air—woodsmoke and steel—mingling with the raw, primal energy he exuded. His eyes roamed over Dalla's naked form, lingering on her curves with unmasked hunger, before flicking to Joana with a knowing smirk.
"You've started without me," he said, his voice a low growl as he kicked the door shut behind him.
Joana's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Only the prelude, my love. The real performance awaits your direction."
Aegon tossed his cloak aside and approached Dalla, circling her like a wolf sizing up its prey. He reached out, his calloused fingers brushing the swell of her breast, tracing the outline of her nipple until it hardened further under his touch. Dalla's breath hitched, her body tensing as she fought the urge to pull away. Joana rose from the chaise, setting her goblet aside, and joined him, her own hands sliding down Dalla's back to cup the plump flesh of her ass.
"Let's make her squirm," Joana purred, her voice dripping with sadistic delight. She squeezed Dalla's backside, parting the cheeks slightly to expose her to Aegon's gaze. "On your knees, girl. Show us how well you can please."
Dalla hesitated, her eyes darting between them, but a sharp slap from Joana's hand against her thigh sent her sinking to the floor. Her knees pressed into the cold stone, and she looked up at them, feeling humiliated. Aegon unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness, letting the leather slap against his palm as he grinned down at her.
"Crawl to me," he commanded, stepping back a few paces. "And keep those pretty eyes on mine."
Dalla obeyed, her movements awkward and halting as she shuffled forward on her hands and knees. Her breasts swayed with each motion, and the candlelight danced across the sheen of sweat forming on her skin. Joana laughed softly, a sound both cruel and melodic, as she watched the maid degrade herself. When Dalla reached Aegon's boots, he seized her hair, yanking her head back to force her gaze upward.
"Good girl," he murmured, then glanced at Joana. "What shall we make her do next?"
Joana's eyes gleamed as she crossed the room to a wooden chest in the corner. She returned with a thick glass dildo, its surface smooth and glistening in the light. It was an imposing thing, nearly as long as her forearm and as wide as three fingers pressed together. She held it up, letting Dalla's wide eyes fix on it, and smirked.
"Let's tease her properly," Joana said, kneeling beside Dalla. She pushed the maid's thighs apart, exposing the soft, pink folds of her pussy. Dalla whimpered, her hands clenching into fists as Joana dragged the cool glass tip along her slit, coating it with the first traces of her unwilling arousal. "Look at her, Aegon. She's already wet for us."
Aegon chuckled, stepping closer to watch as Joana worked the dildo against Dalla's entrance. He shed his tunic, revealing a chest rippling with muscle and scarred from battle, and unfastened his trousers to free his cock. It sprang forth, thick and heavy, already half-hard with anticipation. He stroked himself lazily as Joana pushed the glass deeper, inch by inch, stretching Dalla's tight cunt until the maid gasped and squirmed.
"Ahhh..." She cried.
"Hold still," Joana snapped, slapping Dalla's ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. She twisted the dildo, angling it to press against the sensitive walls inside, and Dalla's hips bucked involuntarily. "You like that, don't you? Filthy little thing."
Aegon knelt behind Dalla, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself. He spat into his palm, slicking his cock, and pressed the tip against her asshole.
"Ahhhhhhh....Nooooooooooo"
Dalla cried out, her voice a broken plea, but he ignored her, forcing himself inside with a single brutal thrust. Her body jolted forward, the glass dildo slipping deeper as Joana held it firm. Aegon groaned, his fingers digging into her flesh as he began to move, his pace relentless and unforgiving.
Joana pulled the dildo free, tossed it aside with a clatter, and straddled Dalla's face. She ground her pussy against the maid's mouth, her own arousal dripping onto Dalla's lips. "Lick me," she ordered, tangling her fingers in Dalla's hair to hold her in place. Dalla's tongue darted out, tentative at first, then more eagerly as Joana rocked her hips, coating the maid's face with her wetness.
Aegon's thrusts grew harder, each one driving Dalla forward into Joana's cunt.
"Mmm..... good, your tongue feels good, dalla." Joana felt pleasure in her pussy.