Chapter 9

The next day Rowena arrived at the court with more of Seraphina’s clothes and other necessaries. She was given a summary of events so far. That evening the two friends dined together. “I’m bored,” said Seraphina. “I haven’t got any of my troops with me yet, so I can’t drill them.”

Rowena knew what was coming.

“When I get bored, I get horny,” Seraphina said.

“I know,” Rowena answered. “However…”

“Yes?” said Seraphina eagerly. “Don’t tease.”

“Hrothgar has a son. Well, several sons, I gather. The one I have seen, Eric, is comely. Though perhaps too young for you.”

“If they’re good enough, they’re old enough,” Seraphina said.

“I have no information about how good he is.”

“But you know how to get some, don’t you,” Seraphina said.

Rowena smiled. “Give me a day or two,” she said. “He has not yet arrived at the court.”

“So what am I supposed to do in the meantime?” Seraphina demanded.

“I have found one of the servants who will make a useful stop-gap.”

“Have you tried him?”

“Give me tonight, my lady,” Rowena said. She was keen to enjoy the boy herself first. Rowena was a fast worker. At dinner the next day, Seraphina could tell by her face she had something to report.

“He is very young,” Rowena said. “And inexperienced.”

“There’s a remedy for that,” Seraphina said.

“I’ve already made some progress on that front,” Rowena said.

“So?’’

“He’s a very good-looking boy. Well-built, but graceful in his movements. A pleasing face, with black hair, green eyes. A nice mouth.”

“Yes, but his cock?” Seraphina said impatiently.

“It’s a good size. I would say perhaps only slightly longer than average, but really thick. You will like it.”

“Does he know how to fuck?”

“He knows a bit more now than he did. He’s only had two girls, and I think they didn’t know any more than he did. He’s only done the basic position, with the woman underneath.”

“You showed him others?”

“Yes. He particularly liked doing it doggie-style. He said it went in such a long way.”

“Did you suck his cock?”

“Of course. He loved that; he’d never had it done.”

“And did you show him how to please a woman? With his lips and his tongue?”

“I gave him a little lesson. But I think he would profit from further instruction. Especially from such an expert as yourself.”

“Flatterer,” Seraphina said. “So how many times did you do it? Does he have stamina?”

“Four times by day-break.”

“Did he ejaculate each time?”

“Definitely. He produces a copious flow.”

Seraphina smiled. She liked men who were heavy comers. “So have you intimated that there is a noblewoman who might entertain his advances?”

“I think, my lady, that it is you who will have to make the advances. But I did suggest that someone I knew had their eye on him.”

“And he’s interested?”

“Do bears shit in the woods?” Rowena replied. “He’s a randy young boy. Getting into your bed would be a pleasure beyond his wildest dreams.”

In the middle of the following night Seraphina lay awake, staring at the ceiling. She had slept for a few hours after the bout of vigorous love-making, but as so often sex energised her. The more of it she had, the more she wanted. She could hear the regular breathing of the boy lying beside her, in deep sleep. He had performed well, and perhaps he deserved to rest for longer. Seraphina allowed her hand to travel over her nipples, stiff again, then down her belly and between her outstretched legs. She let it rest there for a while, feeling the wetness inside herself, stroking the little nub of her clit, alert to the slightest touch. Perhaps if she gave herself a few orgasms, she might drift back to sleep. On the other hand, lying naked next to her in bed was a young man who could offer far better than that.

Seraphina made a note to congratulate Rowena for discovering him. The boy had proved to have had a little more experience than Rowena had allowed. He admitted to having had half a dozen girls previously, and that his current girlfriend “couldn’t get enough of it”, as he put it in his direct manner of speaking. He had managed three ejaculations in the two hours of their session, which Seraphina considered creditable.

Rowena had explained who he was to visit and had delivered him at six in the evening, leading him to the door of Seraphina’s bedroom, knocking, opening the door and pushing him inside, then closing it again. The boy stood there awkwardly, staring at Seraphina, who sat writing at her bureau.

“Come here,” she said. He approached warily.

“What is your name, boy?” she asked.

“Roderigo,” he answered.

“Come closer,” she said. She undid the strings of his breeches and pushed them down. His cock hung low, relaxed but already thickening. She took hold of it and began to rub it slowly. Soon it rose to its full length, sticking out an angle of forty-five degrees. “It’s a nice one,” Seraphina said.

“Thank you, my lady,” he said. “Others have thought so.”

She slapped his cock hard. “Do not presume,” she said. “Now take your clothes off.”

Quickly he stripped off his shirt and boots and hose.

“Turn around,” Seraphina said. She liked a nice ass on a boy. Roderigo’s was shapely and muscular. It looked capable of thrusting well. She stood up and told him to turn back and embraced him, pressing her belly against his cock, feeling its hardness. “Undress me,” she said.

He undid the laces at the back of her dress and saw that it would slip easily over her shoulders. Underneath she wore a shift of white silk. Seraphina liked nothing but silk next to her skin. The boy pulled the straps off her shoulders and the shift fell to the floor. Seraphina was now wearing only her white cotton stockings, supported by satin ribbons. She put one leg on her chair to allow him to undo the ribbon and remove the stocking, then she raised the other leg. Roderigo cast surreptitious glances at her body, noting the sumptuous breasts with their dark brown nipples, standing proud. He appreciated the sleekness of her thighs, the flatness of her belly, the magnificence of her ass as she turned round. He saw that between her legs was a tuft of black hair, screening what he was most desirous of seeing.

“Go and lie on the bed,” she said.

She sat beside him and stroked his cock a little, pulling back the foreskin, squeezing the shaft. Then she bent and took him in her mouth. Seraphina enjoyed sucking cock; she liked the feeling of power she got when they gasped or grunted with pleasure. She liked the little moans she could elicit when she nibbled, or even took a bite. Sometimes she was minded to assert herself, slapping the cock or squeezing the balls hard. Now, however, she wished only to have it inside her. Straddling his waist, she lowered herself on Roderigo’s cock, letting her whole weight settle on him, impaling herself up to the hilt. She began to rock to and fro, then put her hand between her legs and found her clit. Her desire was so urgent that she needed an orgasm to take the edge off it, so that she could savour the boy at her leisure. Seraphina was a true connoisseur of sex; she enjoyed making the most of a pretty boy, feasting her eyes on his cock, his ass, on all parts. She enjoyed giving pleasure, too. She preferred young men, younger than her twenty-seven years. Some of them were barely out of their teens. She liked them only a little bit experienced. An older roué might have more bedroom skills, but he would be jaded. Young boys were so grateful for what she gave them, and so eager to please. And they had more stamina.

She knew exactly how to give herself a quick orgasm, before the boy should come himself. In no time at all she squirmed on top of him and gasped out her pleasure, leaning forward to press herself against the base of his cock. She climbed off and lay beside him.

“Are you hungry, boy? Or thirsty? You will need your strength.”

There was food and drink on a table in the corner. Roderigo, like most boys his age, was always more of less hungry, and never refused a drink. “Thank you, my lady,” he said, getting off the bed. Seraphina watched his buttocks rise and fall as he walked across the room. She lay back and stretched. It was going to be a good night.