Chapter 10

I found I was irresistibly drawn to the furry blonde mound. I inhaled deeply to take in the aroma of her heat. The heady aroma had my head reeling. My tongue began dancing around her lips and the little bump at the top of her womanhood. She began moaning and squirming like she enjoyed it. I continued my exploration until I was rudely interrupted by a soft mouth engulfing my manhood.

Surprised at this new development I momentarily paused my work. Looking down and back, who would I see, but Claudette. She was naked and doing an excellent job on my manhood. To top that, one of her hands was furiously diddling her clitoris. It didn't take long for me to reward her with my spend. She didn't miss a drop. What I didn't realize was that when she scooted up to be face to face with Marie she shared what she had in her mouth with the big busted bundle of sex. Marie acted like it was ambrosia, seeking to get as much as she could from poor Claudette's mouth.

Her body shuddered with an orgasm as she tongued my spend from lovely Claudette. I was given a treat as her womanly juices shot out into my waiting mouth. I withdrew my finger which had been stroking the upper portion of her channel. Kneeling as if praying to the holy mother, I entered her with one swift motion. She was tight with her muscles contracting in concert with her orgasms. Not more than ten seconds had passed when I felt the effect of my manhood in her velvety sheath. She clamped down hard and screamed her enjoyment for the world to hear.

Since Jacque, the old butler was aware of our play, no one disturbed us. We took time with each other, trading positions and spent much of the day in serious lovemaking. Marie got her threesome as she had desired and it was time well spent. We were resting between bouts. Claudette was on my left and Marie was on my right. Each woman was resting one of her globes of flesh on my chest, which I found to be a visual delight. They would take turns offering up a nipple for me to taste and each one enjoyed the ministrations I offered with my mouth.

Suddenly there was an unexpected knock on the door. It was a series of raps of a strange pattern. The door didn't open but I knew it was a signal to me that there was a visitor to see me. I don't know how I knew that but I did. I yelled through the door I'd be down momentarily. I told the women to follow after they refreshed themselves, if they desired. Marie slid over to cuddle with Claudette. She indicated she would pass.

I quickly cleaned up and spritzed a light dusting of perfume to hide the odor of sex and dressed quickly. Within five minutes I was ready and I paused as I opened the door. Looking back, I spied my two women embroiled in another session of lovemaking. It held promise and I knew I would be enjoying more of this dalliance soon.

I descended the grand staircase and Jacque nodded his head, indicating the room down the short hall to the left. I opened the door and entered the room. The man inside was wearing the black Simar with scarlet piping and sash and the scarlet zucchetto (skull cap) of a Cardinal. I was momentarily in shock. I thought the Cardinal was sending Monsignor Charlevoix, but instead he came himself.

"Cardinal Marazin" I said in surprise. I took his hand and kissed his ring, as was custom. "I didn't expect you. I thought..."

The Cardinal waved his hand to silence me. I stood quietly as he paced the floor. He took his time and I started to fidget a little. I knew this would be something very important. After all, the Cardinal of France doesn't sally forth for just anybody. I was still completely in the dark as I stood waiting. Before he could speak his mind, the door to the study was flung open wide and Marie, followed closely by Claudette waltzed into the room.

"Why your Excellency, what a pleasant surprise. How goes things at court?" Marie was simply bubbling over. So was her dress. The Cardinal noticed. I noticed that the cardinal noticed. Then he noticed Claudette. I could see his eyes dart back and forth between the two. I knew at that moment, I was in trouble. A cold shiver went through me, but no one noticed as they were occupied exchanging pleasantries.

There were two things that meant sure death in France these days. One was sedition. Being unfaithful to the King meant a quick end. The other thing was being married to a stunningly beautiful woman, or perhaps having an extraordinarily beautiful mistress. And if you had both, you'd better watch your back. I could see by the Cardinal's expression I needed to do that.

The cardinal had a mission for me. I would be filled in when I reached the docks of Marseilles. All I knew was I was carrying a message to a certain person in England but the secret mission had me taking to long route. It was a dangerous route too. I was to find Masseur Allier and would be given instructions and passage. The last thing the Cardinal did was hand me a jeweled box the length and width of my hand. It was locked and I was told not to open it and to protect it with my life. I bowed my ascent and the Cardinal strode from the room without a further word.

I had six days to make the journey to Marseilles. I could wait until morning before leaving. Marie and Claudette were just gushing with excitement over having the Cardinal personally visit. I reminded them that they could not talk about it to anyone. It was to be a secret until after I returned. I needlessly reminded Jacque to be silent. He'd been with the family too many years to betray a trust of the family.

That night exceeded all expectations as our three-way lovemaking lasted long into the night. Both delightful morsels final orgasmed out. It was near midnight before I'd worn them both down. We slept soundly, but at the first light of dawn, Jacque was shaking me awake. I did grumble a bit, but knew my duty and carefully got out of bed. I dressed in my traveling clothes and descended to the table to partake of the last homemade sustenance for awhile. The stableman had already prepared my horses, one to ride and one to lead. Before I left, Jacque strapped on my sword. A Spanish Toledo Salamanka that my father's father had commissioned. It contained the family crest on the hilt and would always strike true.

I rode off with my spare horse in tow. Just about an hour into my ride it started raining. The rain continued for the entire time I was on the highway. At least I didn't have to deal with robbers and highwaymen. But the cold of the rain was annoying. On I rode, taking time for rest at a non-descript inn here, a cave in the hillside there, keeping to myself.

On the fifth day I started feeling the strain. My eyes would fog over and I was swaying on my horse. I abandoned my spare horse, no longer needing the steed. By the afternoon, I was on the outskirts of Marseilles. My head was burning up. I had a fever. I had to go on, I had to complete my mission. I had to find Allier. I searched the docks, discretely until I found him. Son of a bitch if he wasn't the harbormaster. He got me on the Spanish galleon Santa Clara, sailing for London with spices from the east, picked up in Haifa.