Chapter 5

The next day, I stood behind Calliope, brushing her long hair as she sat in front of my large vanity mirror. She was nude from the waist up, and I caught fleeting glimpses of her perfectly-shaped pink nipples as I worked. I had dressed her in two long, elaborately-decorated white petticoats to cover her womanhood. These would be necessary to effectively highlight the beautiful ball gown that she would don later in the evening. We were casually discussing the events of the past few days when the large door to my quarters was opened, and a familiar, robed figure slowly approached us.

“Good afternoon, my queen,” Bishop Clarke offered with a cheerful smile, strategically masking the tremendous contempt that he bore for me. “I have heard word that you have acquired a new addition to your team. I came as soon as I had leave so that I could make her acquaintance.”

Bishop Clarke leered at Calliope’s naked body, as I creatively covered her breasts with her hair. As a man of a least sixty years, he should feel shame at his actions toward such a young woman. However, being as he was a truly contemptible human being, such feelings of shame eluded him.

“Leave us, my queen,” he ordered abruptly. I nodded to him, bowed slightly, and backed away toward the door. Calliope’s eyes followed me with a look of confusion. I had not been given the chance to explain to her that the relationship between the crown and the clergy was a complicated one. While I technically had full control of the realm, Bishop Clarke also held a position of power that was not to be questioned.

I opened and closed the door to the room without leaving, remaining crouched quietly in the dark shadows. I did not feel the least bit comfortable leaving my precious Calliope in the care of the lecherous Bishop.

“How old are you, my child?” he inquired.

“Just turned seventeen, my lord,” she answered softly, her eyes downcast.

“Ha! Is that what you told your queen? If so, there is clearly no end to the depths of her gullibility. That is to say, look at your small breasts,” he brushed her hair away so that her budding tits were visible. “They are, while perfectly lovely, still in the stage of fully developing. You seem to me to be more a girl of around thirteen years, fourteen at the most.” Calliope did not respond, as the Bishop reached out and began to stroke one of her pink nipples. “No matter! Your soft mouth will accommodate my cock just fine, whether the lips belong to a girl of seventeen or thirteen!” With that, he opened his robe, exposing his hardened cock protruding from his body.

“On your knees, girl!” Calliope began to follow the Bishop’s directions, rising slowly from her seat at the vanity. “Wait! Remove those ridiculous skirts. You are not royalty, and not be dressed up as such!” Calliope slowly removed her ornate petticoats, treating the Bishop to a full view of her naked body. His tongue played around his lips as he took in the sight, gesturing for her to continue. Calliope kneeled in front of the Bishop, grasping the base of his cock in her slight fist while placing her lips around his bulging shaft. He looked toward the heavens as she moved her young lips over the length of his well-aged member. He began to moan softly as Calliope treated him to an exhibition of her skills. The Bishop reached down to stroke her hair as her watched himself disappear inside of her mouth, again and again.