Chapter 5

The shaking and screaming had grown big enough for Sun to keep ignoring. There was also the simple matter of the delay itself, which might have even been a greater offense than any destruction or disruption of their schedule the mere casual sex caused. “That’s it.” Sun rose calmly, but firmly from her seat. “Sisters, I have to go.”

The other Maidens would have answered kindly, even offered her some assistance if they weren’t so scared and aroused by what was transpiring. The news of Moon and Sayuri’s entanglement had reached them there, on Sun’s beauty quarters, quite many hours ago, as soon as Merida and her other Over-Maidens had carried four passed-out sisters out of the deathly anteroom of sex. “Pass around the message to all who can heed it.” Merida cast the bodies onto couches, divans, and other wide seats, and she collapsed on the ground, muscles still hard and pumped from both the exercise and the arousal. “Sayuri and Moon are getting it on in the anteroom. This is no mere warm-up anymore.” There was a smile, but then a lot of apprehension, almost as if the sister couldn’t decide on whether the sexual act between the two Monsters was either the most arousing or most terrifying thing two human eyes could ever witness. “They’re doing it for real. I barely managed to escape, and this unwise Over-Maiden here...” She slapped the thighs of an unconscious Over-Maiden by her side—the one sister who foolishly, in her last moment to escape, looked back through the closing door and caught a glimpse of Sayuri and Moon’s carnal act, overdosing herself to the point of fainting. “She was foolish enough to look at the goddesses going at each other, and now she’s passed out as fuck.” She looked up to the other Maidens, who instinctively moved back from her as she did. “You’re all ten-thousand rankers. Very few of you here score over 100,000.” She slapped again several times the thighs of the huge Over-Maiden beside her. “Gloria here is close to 300,000, and she passed out in the instant she caught a glimpse of those two beasts merely kissing each other.” Her eyes became glacial, her smile undone into a stern grin. “Do. Not. Fool around!” She rose up, shivering and whimpering still, with her huge, gorgeous legs still a bit wobbly, and commanded the sisters with the authority of one of the highest ranking Maiden there: “I’ll set a security perimeter at least one room away from the antechamber on each side. If you have tasks to do, carry them on outside this perimeter.” She saw that some sisters would begin to whimper and protest, and immediately she shut them out. “Quit the whining! There’s plenty of space in this palace for you to carry on your duties.” Slight trembles came from behind her, and all hearts were seized by the thoughts of the horrors—pleasurable horrors—Moon and Sayuri were doing to one another. “Well,” Merida coughed, “get on with it!” Snapping her fingers, she pointed to the five passed-out, collapsed corpses around her. “And please take these poor souls to the infirmary. They’re okay. Fainted, but okay, and they’re going to wake up with the biggest rage on their clits they ever felt, so...” She winked. “It’s better they have at least one close—very close—sister by their side when they wake up, so that this sister helps them tame their raging hard-on, unleashed all their steam and all that.” She cracked her fingers, then her whole arms with a stretch. The room vibrated again, and their hearts all skipped one beat too many. “Hmm. So ... go!”

Most sisters were a whizz and a buzz like a bunch of overworked bees going back to their tasks, but a couple of them were moving slowly and cooly towards Merida—chief of them was a tall Over-Maiden who had a slightly anxious look on her heavenly face. “Madre Suzana!” Merida, though much taller and bulkier than the Maiden, bowed respectfully as she approached. “Bless me with your godliness, please.”

Suzana took the massive Over-Maiden by her jaw and gave her a kiss. The two Maidens kissed for a long time; it was supposed to be a quick and faint kiss, with only lips pressing against lips, but both women got intoxicated with one another’s scents and tastes, so one stuck her tongue out, first a little, then a lot, and the other one answered in kind, and before they knew it the room was being filled with the how, wet sounds of their tongues exploring each other’s mouth, going as deep as their throats and vocal cords, even, with sexy bulges seeing on their strong necks from time to time. Pop! When the kiss ended, it did so almost like a tragedy, and the sisters spoke to each other in whispers, caressing each other’s faces and cheeks as if never again wanting to part.

“Merida ... there are no more blessings I can give you, for you’ve seemed to have taken them all.” The mighty Over-Maiden lowered on hand along the muscular, hard body of her much taller, much stronger sister.

“You’re almost fifty!” Merida touched Suzana’s body worshipfully. “You’re nothing short of a god to me!” Grappling strong and hard and sides of Suzana’s thin, well-trained waist, Merida covered her nose, then her cheeks with puppy-like kisses. “I’m thirty-one, sister. I feel like I don’t deserve to even lick your pussy.”

Suzana wrapped one arm around Merida’s almighty neck, then pulled the sister closer, muttering with sexy purrs on her. “But you are going to lick my pussy.” Her other hand went down and between Merida’s legs, groping her crotch hard, moistening her palm with all the thick wetness she had produced since Sayuri and Moon’s room. “You are going to lick my pussy many, many times tonight, once we get over these ... little inconveniences.”

The warrioresses couldn’t resist it: they kissed again, and the other sisters were smiling and giggling as they passed by; the two amazing women behaving as if they were not even present.

The other Over-Maidens who had come back with Merida felt a little left behind, but they respected the two love doves’ intimacies—if not for common courtesy, then because of hierarchy: Merida outscored them all in the Kymer scale and Suzana was more mature, standing before them like a battle goddess next to untrained, untested foams.

The sense of duty and urgency of their tasks was felt sharply a couple of minutes into the kiss. They broke it off and looked longingly into each other’s eyes, caressing each other’s faces while still communicating their affairs in cold, impartial tones: “I gave my message to the goddess, but I suppose it was not very useful given the circumstances.”

“Message?” Merida asked.

“I was sent to check on sister Euridice’s health. Euridice, if you know her. She’s the prodigy of the fourth year.”

“I know Euridice. Euridice and Helena.” Merida beamed both with content ... and arousal. “They’re so fucking hot together! Like Sun and Moon, even in their likenesses, although much less powerful—and more bearable to us commoner-Maiden’s eyes.” She coughed and controlled her fire. “Euridice and Helena. I heard Helena was knocked out in the Susarena this evening, and Euridice was taken to the King’s Arena with both goddesses so they could complete their early Graduation, right?”

“You heard it correctly. Did you know what happened to Euridice?”

“I was far too busy on the far end of this palace at the time.” She looked around at all the hustle and bustle of her sister Maidens. “When I came to it, I saw everybody was in a hurry, and sister Moon was quite mad a Sun for some reason.”

“Haven’t any of these sisters told you exactly?” Suzana giggled. “I know their tongues aren’t ones to keep shy and quiet for too long.”

“They’re aren’t, unless I command them to.” Merida pinched one of Suzana’s cheeks, then moved her head left and right until the venerable matron was giggling. “Which I did, only because my job was much more delicate and, uh, intellectual than all these culinary affairs.” The smell of roasted meats, steaming pastas, fuming shrimps, and all the delicacies a hungry stomach could fantasize about surrounded the sisters at all times, permeating every nook and cranny of even those massive, oversized halls, but it was altogether easy to ignore them when... Broom! Broom! Broom! ... an earthquake seemed to be going off, set off so near them but two gods in sensuous copulation. “I was deep in labor on my paperwork. Asked everyone to leave me out of the kerfuffle only until some emergency arose.” She raised her brows and gave out a rather annoyed sigh. “Which it did, oh, would you look at that.”

“I see.” Suzana cuddled the sides of Merida’s body lovingly. By the goddess, how hard she wished that uniform wasn’t there, or that they were both naked and feeling each other’s bodies in their natural, unbound hardness, their powerful and hot firmness and muscularity! “Well, nice to see I’m not the only one with ... annoying little tasks suddenly breaking her peace.”

“Yes. Tell me,” a cute snuggle on her chin. “What happened to Euridice.”

“Was knocked out by Sun. Seemed to be pretty bad, given how the goddesses reacted to it.”

“Is that so?”

Suzana nodded. “I will tell you the details later, because given the circumstances...” The room rumbled once more, as if to prove her point. “We won’t be out of here any soon.”

“We have all the time, though.”

“But they don’t.”

Merida seemed a bit confused. “Who’s they?”

“Whoever else may be watching us.” She left the mysterious silence hanging for just long enough until the topic faded from Merida’s interest. “Suffice to say, Sun knocked out Euridice pretty bad, worse than Helena, and I was summoned by a pretty enraged Moon to look after Euridice’s health and keep the goddesses updated on it.”

“Is it really that bad? Wait, did you say “enraged Moon”? Was Moon really that pissed?”

Suzana made some humorous expressions. “As enraged as a late teenager can be.” She winked. “The two are going to be on each other’s mouths and pussies in a couple of hours—if Sayuri doesn’t exhaust Moon before it, I mean.” Rumbles and rumbles. The girls found it difficult to conduct their jobs when the hottest thing imaginable was transpiring so close to them—hot enough for the mere aura of it to leave every tender sex in that room permanently moist and dripping.

Merida had to set her legs apart constantly, for the wetness piling on her crotch had grown to be nearly uncomfortable. “What’s with all the food?” She looked around at the hundreds, perhaps thousands of vast plates being carried up and down—whole oxen toated and fried on plates that had to be carried by four sisters each (more for the sake of balance than weight); entire states’ worth of poultry and rare birds roasting on a stick over slow fires, and a great lake worth of fishery fried and boiled and sushi-ed just for the pleasure of the goddess’ tasting buds. “It’s been quite a few weeks since I since a banquet so sumptuous. I suppose it’s for our goddess’ Graduation, isn’t it? To celebrate their passing?”

“Perhaps, but I think it’s mostly because Moon was hungry when she arrived.” Suzana raised her eyes and scratched her chin for a while. “Sun said something about Moon being starved, but Moon was so mad that she herself didn’t raise the issue at all, at least not until I had left.” She returned her hands to Merida’s sides, and moved them up until she was fondling the sides and undersides of her glorious breasts. “Sister Moon loves to eat. You know how grumpy after a single hour without stuffing whole hogs down her throat.”

“Hers is an amazing physique.” Merida hugged her sister back, and both mega women began to swing and sway their bodies like on a very slow, romantic waltz. “It’s a good thing our world is so vast and prosperous, and every inch of land has been converted into a green paradise, and our Maidens’ holy sciences have allowed even deserts to be as fruitful as the most naturally fruitful lands, and the fruitful lands themselves be like whole planets’ worth of foodstuffs, for otherwise I don’t see how we’d be able to feed these two ravenous goddesses—or even “just” our pettiest Over-Maidens, for that matter.”

They waltzed slowly in sweet silence for a minute, to the point that the rumbling of the room and the hustling and bustling of sisters on it became a background noise soon to be forgotten. “Am I just a petty Over-Maiden to you?”

Merida raised Suzana’s head by her chin. “Stop this, Ana. I mean it.”

Suzana purred. “I feel like a teenager when I’m needy like this.” She hugged Merida hard, rubbing her whole body against Merida’s far taller, far superior physique. “You’re so strong and manly. I crave your body on top of mine.”

Both women were still, and the commotion around them was just like afterimages of a long-forgotten dream. “Want to go to bed?”

“Nay.” Suzana shook her head, a little saddened. “I had promised Pamela a night of love. It’s been a while, I feel, since young Pam had a real lover making her cum her heart out, so I stepped in eagerly.”

Merida cast aside any pretense of modesty: with her right hand, she moved it under Suzana’s elegant robes and raised it until the madre’s chest, groping her left tit like a horny master possessing a slave. “Pamela’s hot, isn’t it? Young flesh with big stud like you is a match made in Maiden heaven.”