The New World
Copyright© 2024 by Dark Apostle
Chapter 54: Leaving for Home
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 54: Leaving for Home - The story follows James Smith, a man who dies and finds himself in a surreal afterlife courtroom, where his life is judged as "zero sum"—neither good nor evil, just utterly average. Dissatisfied with being consigned to eternal mediocrity, he manipulates the cosmic bureaucracy into granting him a second chance in a new world, where he is reincarnated as a child with his memories intact and perks... - edited by my lovely Steven.
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Mult Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fan Fiction Farming High Fantasy Rags To Riches Restart Alternate History DoOver Extra Sensory Perception Body Swap Furry Magic Incest Mother Sister Politics Royalty Violence
James walked away from his meeting with Sir Kay in a quiet panic. ‘Dancing! I have not danced since Junior High, maybe seventy years ago. I will embarrass myself to the point that my victory at landing will be forgotten.’
Once he found the girls, the dam broke. “This is an emergency. I just found out that I must attend a banquet tonight and will lead one of the dances. I have never danced before. I need help.”
Ariel laughed, “You danced fine in the sheets last night.”
“Not funny. Can you or Susan help?”
“Of course we can. The dancing is not complicated. It is slow, ritualistic, and repetitious. With a few hours of practice, you won’t embarrass yourself. Ariel, go hire a musician so we can show the musical beat.” Susan commanded.
“Now sit down and let me explain how the formal dance is designed.”
“Wait, a formal dance? How many dances do I need to learn?” James asked, trying to keep his temper.
“There are a dozen dances you will learn if you stay in the Capital. However, the formal dance is used sparingly. In this case, you being knighted. You will learn the dance for tonight and by the weekend, you will have forgotten it.”
“That is a relief. For a moment, I thought I would have to learn many different styles.”
“Ariel’s god holds that when you stop learning, you start dying,” Susan noted.
“Let’s worry about the other dancing styles until much later. Do we need to wait for the musician?”
“I recommend it. What else would you like to talk about?”
“What should I purchase as a gift for Yvonne? I do not know if I will ever see her again, but I would like to give her something.”
“I will buy a piece of jewelry for her. She would like a waist chain or a necklace. She never wears rings or bracelets.”
“Thank you. Let me know how much you need.”
“It won’t be much. After all, it is the thought that counts.”
“Susan, there are times when girls appreciate size. Jewelry is one of those,” James said and then burst out laughing.
“It will be some time before Ariel returns. Would a blow job calm you?” Susan asked.
“I do not know. Let’s try and see what happens.”
She dropped to her knees and deftly extracted James’s manhood from his pants. Working quickly, she started licking and sucking on him in an attempt to get him off quickly.
In just a few minutes, her skill beat his desire to prolong the experience.
Dressed, they waited for Ariel to return. When she did, she brought a man carrying a musical instrument. “This is Tomas. He will play the lute for us during the lessons.”
“A loot?” James asked.
“It is called a lute. It has 15 strings,” Tomas said.
“Tomas is one of the best lutenists in the capital,” Ariel said. “We are lucky he was available.”
“The dining room is not being used now. We can practice there,” Susan pointed out.
When they reached the room, which was fortunately empty, Susan took charge. “Tomas, over there. Ariel, we will demonstrate the dance for James, and then you will be his partner. I will point out any flaws so he can correct them.”
Tomas settled into a chair and started to pluck his instrument. ‘Sounds a lot different than a guitar.’ James thought. ‘Could be worse, it could be a banjo.’
Susan stood with both arms raised, holding Ariel’s hands. As the music started, she lowered her right arm and stepped forward with her left leg. Ariel followed her lead and moved her right leg back. She then lowered her left arm and stepped forward with the opposite leg. Moving her hands to Ariel’s waist, they pivoted on Susan’s right leg and turned in a tight circle.
Stepping back, Susan raised her arms, and Ariel moved close to her and placed her hands back into Susan’s hands. Laughing, they stopped and turned to James. “That’s it, the entire dance, except done as long as the music plays,” Susan said.
“I can do that, it is much simpler than I expected,” James commented.
Tomas spoke for the first time since they entered the room. “The dance is over a century old and is performed so infrequently that it has been simplified. Modern dances are more intricate and complex.”
“You would hate the Mizoea. There, the lead dancer must call out the steps for everyone to follow. A mistake is instantly noticeable and can lead to people bumping into each other.” Ariel said.
“That one is off the table. I would prefer to refight the dragon,” James said.
For the next two hours, James practiced with both girls. When they pronounced him “acceptable,” James paid Tomas, and they went to lunch.
“This is a different training regime than Kael had me under. You two are a lot more pleasant than he was.”
“Our skill set is different,” Ariel laughed.
Susan noted the time. “We need to get over to Jehan’s. He has your outfit for tonight.”
“I need another set of clothing? I thought I could wear the one I used to meet the king.”
“Stop being foolish. We need to go in case there are any last-minute changes needed.” Susan commanded.
At Jehan’s, James was handed a new outfit. Close-fitting, tight pants in a bright green, along with a dull red shirt and a green and red striped coat.
“Is this the current fashion?” James asked.
“Absolutely, you will fit in perfectly with the others tonight. No one can fault your attire.” Jehan reassured him. “It is the finest quality!”
“Is this a rental like the one I wore to meet the king, or am I buying it?” James asked.
“When you wear this in your provincial city, everyone will ask where you got this. All for only 50 silvers.”
James pulled on the clothes and Jehan checked the fit. “Everything is perfect, you can take this with you, or I can have it delivered to the castle.”
“I will take this. We have other errands and a limited time. Thank you for your guidance in the Kingdom’s fashions.”
“Now that I have your measurements, you can order clothes from me. You can be a trendsetter for your city.”
“I will keep that in mind. But I need to see how the Capital’s sophisticated fashions are received in the boonies.”
After leaving Jehan’s, he turned to Susan, “You enjoyed embarrassing me, didn’t you?”
“Those clothes are versatile. You can wear them to a meal or into combat.”
Her pronouncement was ruined by her bursting into laughter. “You will be the best-dressed man in Castletown.”
“Fine. Let’s go eat,” James grumped.
Late afternoon, Susan checked him over and announced, “You are ready. Remember you are the guest of honor and people will want to talk to you. You must be charming, not taciturn,” she admonished. “I wish I could go with you, but I am too low in status.”
Buron knocked on the door jam, “Mage James, it is time to go.”
“We will be here waiting for you,” Ariel said.
Following Buron, James felt incredibly apprehensive. ‘I am accustomed to battle, but am a fish out of water here.’
When they reached the banquet hall, Buron walked him to the head table where there was only one open seat. “You are to sit here, five places from the king. This is a singular honor.”
“Thank you.”
For the next hour, James repeated the same story—his background, the battle at landing, and his impressions of the Capital. He quickly realized that he was a diversion, and no one was really interested in his tale. He also had several offers of feminine companionship, but he turned them down as he was not sure of the etiquette of having sex with a married woman. The ebullient atmosphere of the hall, filled with laughter and music, contrasted sharply with his growing sense of disconnection.
Then the dancing started. His stomach clenched as he waited for the inevitable dance. But as he looked at the revelers gliding over the dance floor, he was relieved that he did not have to participate. Those dances looked hard. Tango level hard!
Then one of King Destinea’s daughters walked up to him and introduced herself. “I am Gruoch. I will be your partner for the dance. And if you do well, then perhaps we can continue our dancing in your bedroom later.” Gruoch was a tall, slim woman with small breasts and blonde hair that was almost white.
“My lady, I will be delighted to dance with you,” James responded.
She led him to the dance floor and faced him. James waited for the lutenists to start and then raised his hands. Gruoch melted into his hands and subtly led him to stay in the dance’s rhythm. Eventually, it was over. In a low voice, she said, “You can relax now, this is the only time you will have to dance at the banquet. I could tell it was your first time.”
James replied in the same quiet voice, “Thank you for your help. This was worse than any battle.”
“The court is a different battle. I am the youngest of five and have to watch my every step. Meeting someone like you, tall, handsome, and from the reports, incredibly virile, is a rare treat. The fact that you are leaving soon makes you safe.”
“I am flattered, but do not want to overstep my position. I understand what you are offering, but I don’t know the unwritten rules.”
“The rule is that you must make sure I cum, and multiple times. We can go now that you have finished your dance.”
“Where will we go?” James asked.
“Why to your room. I cannot bring a man to mine.”
“There may be a problem. I have two women already there.”
“That’s not an issue; they can watch or join in. And you will still have them tomorrow.”
“I am not complaining, this is just new to me.”
“This is the cosmopolitan city, not a rube backwater,” she said, laughing. “Now, let’s not waste time.”
James took Gruoch’s hand and led her to his room. Knocking on the door to warn the girls, he opened the door and called in, “I have a visitor.”
He heard scurrying in the room. Gruoch pushed the door open, and James saw Susan naked, holding her robe in her hand. Ariel had her robe on, but it was not belted and hung open, showing all of her charms.
When they saw Gruoch, both girls relaxed. Gruoch started laughing, holding her arms out for a hug. “Buron told me you two were here. We only have a few hours.” Susan wrapped Gruoch in her arms and kissed her deeply. Ariel came over to James and started stripping him.
“You have done this before?” James asked.
“Only a few times. We can never visit her without a convenient excuse. You will receive a great deal of thanks for your participation.”
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