Chapter 4

Cayda would be much easier than Betni, I was sure of it. And yes the girls were named Anori, Betni and Cayda, I have no idea who was in charge of that. And while they came to the Prince in alphabetical order I'm almost positive that was only incidental.

Unfortunately I wasn't going to be present. Anori had decided that only Betni would be on hand to 'help' him with her sister. I had always known Anori would be the head of his harem, she was the level headed one. He wisely chose not to interfere.

Anyway, since the Prince has ordered this narrative be complete and accurate, I'm going to have Betni write the next section.

Thanks Momma, and yes Cayda will rejoin our family without any fuss. We'd all been looking forward to finally moving out of the confines of our ward, even if I didn't want to be a complete pushover.

I'm still a bit sore from yesterday, but oh it was worth it. He fucked (there Momma, I've read back through what you've written and I said it first, not you!) me again this morning, nice and slow. It didn't hurt at all and even helped some with my soreness. Poor Momma bound hand and foot her first time, and not even given the chance to come. I'm sure she's right about how powerful it must be for a man. I felt so helpless. But not alone, he was with me and even if it did hurt, he made sure nothing bad happened.

Sex is so weird. At least how it relates to society. If I'm ever out with Daryan (he whispered it in my ear this morning, so sweet) I have to be covered from head to foot. Even Momma if it's informal. A formal event though (she's been to a couple, I haven't) she has to dress in really revealing things, since she's a slave. And even more rarely, there are super-formal events, where even she would have to be hidden, if she were allowed to attend. But anyway, in public everyone pretends that sex is non-existent. Even for married couples. But behind closed doors with the servants gone, it's close to anything goes.

There are other oddities too. Momma might be a slave, but since Daryan has kept her as part of his life she outranks any servant. Servants, the maids, chefs and the many others that a place as large as the Palace requires, they have no rank. Slaves have whatever rank their Master gives them. Rank, responsibility, but no true security, that is the true lot of a slave such as Momma.

Oh well, enough of that, Cayda just came in.

She stopped just inside the door and said something to her escorting maid who then left. Her steps were slow but she didn't stop until she was standing in front of him. I could see her head turn as she looked my way. She knelt in front of him and slid her small hands up his legs. "Please, My Lord, use me for your pleasure."

i had known she intended to say it, but it amazed me how steady she was able to remain. He took her hands and shook his head. "No."

I couldn't see her face of course, but I could imagine Cayda behind her veil about to burst into tears. He continued, "a slave can be used for pleasure, but you're not a slave. But that isn't to say we can't find pleasure together, would you like that?"

Her voice was very small, "yes, My Lord."

"Daryan, please. Later you can think of me as a lord if you like. But first we must start as two people." She kissed his hands then pulled them away from his, undoing her cloak and letting it fall from her shoulders. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing, somewhere she had found a parody of a Catholic school girl uniform. I have no idea where she got it from, but I recognized the pattern from a movie we had seen recently.

Her version though wasn't like the movie's. Other than the colors. Her green blazer had a single button in front holding it closed, positioned just under her bust. The top few buttons of her white blouse were open, revealing the creamy upper swell of her chest. Her skirt left about six inches bare above her knees. She was either wearing pantie hose or stockings, I couldn't tell with how she was sitting. And black stiletto heeled shoes. I had thought she had seemed taller than normal when she walked in. She had tied her dark black hair back with a scrunchy and hung in a loose ponytail. She had also found a pair of thick framed costume glasses.

He made her stand up, she spent several anxious moments fidgeting under his gaze before he drew her onto his lap. He kissed her fore head, "very appropriate. I hope to teach you many things. But I'm happy to see that you already know how to dress to excite."

She bent up and kissed his chin "Oh thank you... Daryan. I'll be your very best student, I promise."

He bent down and kissed her, trapping her lips with his, she made no effort to get away. I watched her try to turn and straddle him, but he wouldn't let her. I felt my nipples harden as her lips opened for him and his tongue slipped inside. She melted against him as the kiss went on. We had practiced kissing before meeting Daryan, hoping to find out what it was about. But I had found out yesterday that it was so much better with him, and today Cayda learned the same thing.

She held tight to his neck as he bent her back against the chair arm. His hand slid down the underside of her leg, he stopped for a moment while squeezing her calf, then continued on. He rubbed her ankles then pulled her shoes off letting them drop to the floor with a thud. I sympathized with her as she flexed her feet, walking in heels isn't much fun. Even if it does drive men crazy.

Cayda brought her hands down to his shirt and started working on that. He let her unbutton it while brushing his hand back up her leg. He let go as she pushed the shirt down off his shoulders and then pulled it free of his wrists. He bent down and popped the single button holding her blazer closed with his teeth.

He motioned me over and had me take the blazer. I could see both the excitement and fear in her every movement. I held her wrists and whispered in her ear while he kissed her neck. "Don't be scared, sister. We were born to be his, nothing can change that now. And soon you wouldn't want it to even if it could."

I let go of her wrists and was just about to start on her blouse when Daryan made me stop. His gaze was stern and I shied away. He wrapped my hands back around her wrists, not that she was struggling to get away or anything. I held her wrists behind her back in a relaxed position, forcing her firm tits to press against the tight cloth. He tipped her head back so that she met his gaze while he removed her tie. She gasped when he used it to bind her wrists, her protests cut off by his lips.

He hoisted my sister into his arms and carried her into his bedroom, I followed and shut the door behind us.

He sat on the edge of his... our bed, Cayda again on his lap but now turned with her back to him. Unsure what to do, I crawled up beside him and kisses his neck and shoulders. He unbuckled her belt and pulled it free, letting it drop to the floor. I could she her hands playing at his crotch, she was rubbing her palms against him over the outside of his pants. He slid his hands down her legs, then back up, pulling her skirt in the process.

One of my questions was answered, she was wearing stockings, they fit snug around her at mid thigh. There was no elastic and no garters, she must have talked one of the court magicians into making them stay up like that. I reached down and ran my fingers over the back of his hand while his attention remained focused on Cayda. He quit raising her skirt, leaving me unable to tell what else she had on under there.

Her hands were not idle, she had managed to unhook the catch holding his pants closed, and pulled his zipper down. He groaned as she slid one hand into his boxers and eased his rampant cock out. She wiggled her bottom and her skirt rode up a little more, but still not enough. He began releasing the buttons on her blouse, working from the bottom up, but stopped one short of her bouncing melons.

I moved around in front of her, and saw the glazed look in my sister's eyes. She was oblivious to everything but the pleasure she was experiencing. Her lips were full and so inviting, I kissed her as I had many times before, her tongue responding to my insistent probes. His hands took mine and placed them on her waist to give me some support. I could feel his hand slide under her blouse, the cloth brushed me occasionally. Cayda moaned into my kiss, her body twisting around trying to force more contact. I took a chance and moved my hands up along her sides, caressing her ribs.

He left me alone, his hands sliding deeper under her blouse, I rubbed his arms as his hands cupped her firm tit flesh. With her top finally open, I pressed myself against her, trapping his hands in place. He played with her nipples while I pushed the blouse down to her bound wrists, all Cayda could do was moan in frustrated pleasure. One of his hands turned, his fingers catching the string on my harem vest. Both Cayda and I moaned as he pulled us together again. His hands ran down my sides and dislodged the lightweight skirt Anori had picked out for me. I was naked again, and eager to do whatever he wanted.

He pushed himself toward the middle of the large bed, Cayda looked over her shoulder to see where she was being taken now. She set her feet to help push and I got a good look under her skirt, white lace panties with pink hearts, how cute. My view was cut off though, at his urging she turned around. He didn't stop her this time when she straddled him. I imagined her excitement as his cock pressed against her soft flesh, only the sticky clinging lace of her panties between them now.

Her skirt was of the sort that buttoned down the side, so that it could be removed without needing to be slid down her legs. He undid the middle button first, and slid his hand into the gap, his hand gliding over her smooth soft skin. He used his other hand to raise the back hem, I watched enraptured while his hand slid lower, dipping between her legs to rub her hot muff. My own hand trailed lower, teasing my moist cleft, wishing it was him. He withdrew, and finished off her skirt buttons, tossing that garment to the floor.

He released the knot holding her wrists, tossing the blouse on top of her discarded skirt. He took her wrists keeping them behind her back for the moment and rubbed the circulation back in. Not that he had tied her to the point that it was a problem. Cayda wrapped them around his neck as soon as he let go, she tipped her head back gazing up at him. He bent down, trapping her lips, she had nowhere to go. I slipped in behind her, pressing my wet pussy against his leg, my stiff nipples digging into Cayda's back.

He continues kissing her for a little while, then eased Cayda to the side. I was going to slide forward but he made me turn around. She moved around to be in front of me, sitting across his legs. She knelt low, her face in my crotch. At first she was content to just look, but that didn't last long. She moved in even closer and kissed just below the nub of my clit. She used two fingers to spread my lips wide and get a good look inside, then flicked her tongue in there as well. Evidentially satisfied, she got back on her knees, leaning in to kiss me passionately.