Date: Wed, 05 May 2021 18:56:22 +0000
From: franzvonbayros@protonmail.com
Subject: Harem of the Seventh Realm, chapter 1

Lahea bless the Queen and all her issue with long life, victory in battle,
and copious increase. Here begins the book of days of Lea, who holds this
quill, and Thea her twin, who speaks these words, under the tutelage of
Lady Khaljea, most learned of the royal harem, whose tongue and whose quill
are as honeyed as her fertile valley, that fragrant cleft into which so
much royal seed has been sown and from which so many stout princes have
issued into the sunlight.

To twins of the royal harem alone is given the great honor to write their
book of days, not upon ephemeral tablets but upon the costly vellum that
will preserve our words alongside the daybooks of princes, princesses,
viziers and chief courtesans. As is the custom with these noble scribes, we
sisters Lea and Thea begin our account this twentieth day of the month of
Aushem, the seventeenth year of the reign of Queen Zanthea, our birthday of
ten monsoons.

We were born under the auspicious sign of Xungren, the Queen's own sign,
when she had reigned seven years. She came herself to the harem and greeted
us with much rejoicing, for her son the prince was then but a small child,
and the Queen prophesied that we would grow up by his side as his choicest
playmates and consorts, as indeed we have. All the harem and all the court
celebrated our birth with a great festivities! Much wine and much noble and
royal seed flowed that night, and we were marked with both to give us
strength.

Today will also be a day to remember! I, Thea, take up the quill as my
sister stands at my right and our tutor Lady Khaljea at my left. In the
dappled sunlight, fragrance and birdsong of this courtyard, its flagstones
forever covered by the flowing sparkling water that cools our feet, we will
set down the story of this happy day. The half-eunuch Khorison woke us
before dawn and we went to perform our ablutions. He directed Junlakh, an
old grandmotherly slave woman, to clean out our back entrances, as we lay
face down upon the scented cushions in the ablution room. When we were
scented and cleansed within and without, the half-eunuch acquiesced in our
girlish pleas to have him stretch us with his small (for a half-eunuch),
smooth member, which was about the young prince's size, before we returned
to the prince's bed to wake him with his morning pleasure as we always do.

We are at our best when we have had our pleasure once already, and we
wanted to be best for his royal highness today! And Khorison knows how to
please us, as he does all the ladies, eunuchs and half-eunuchs of the
harem. We let him have his pleasure too, seedless of course, due to the
subtle operation of his half-eunuchhood, ministering to him with both our
mouths after he had well stretched our purified back entrances. To give
pleasure to a seedless half-eunuch always leaves one pleasantly hungry.

When we returned to the royal bed, the prince of course still slept. My
sister Lea took up the prince's favorite position of late: straddling his
chest so her entrances faced him; her long, silken black curls spilling
over his thighs; and her mouth, with mine, at his sex. I lay facing her,
between his legs. Feeling my sister's slight weight and her smooth,
fragrant warmth, as well as both our breath on his sex, the prince sighed
and raised his knees, granting me access to his back entrance, which was
clean, dark and scented with lavender. I inhaled his scent, then took a
long soft lick of his rear gate and the root of his young manhood, which
stirred swiftly as young men's do, springing up as my sister covered it
with her soft mouth.

His seed begins already, Lea whispered. A strand of royal nectar connected
the prince's purple crown to her tongue, which darted down to scoop the
fresh nectar from the source. I extended my tongue to receive it from hers,
in that special kiss shared by twins of the harem: the kiss of royal
seed. All our lives it had strengthened our bond and future fertility,
night by night and day by day. We returned to our ministrations, Lea
suckling gently at the prince's crown and I licking his root, his
seed-jewels, his musky back gate.

Knowing the prince's youth and that he would not wish to feed us directly,
Lea soon ceased her suckling and looked coquettishly over her
shoulder. Which? She queried. The rear gate, the prince said sleepily (as I
predicted). Yours, then Thea's. Let her lick you, I wish to feel your
pleasure from within your rear tunnel. When I have felt it in both of you
thus I shall feed you, and see you give half to Thea. Our prince had great
skill in envisioning in his mind the plan of battle; that was how we knew
he would be a great leader, Lady Khalejea always told us. In one so young,
only fourteen monsoons, that was a rare quality.

Like faithful soldiers, we followed the plan and executed with spirit the
prince's desire. But truly, his pleasure was ours as well. The royal
children of the capital are trained in pleasure from the time they can
walk, even before--the pleasure of others, no matter their station, as well
as their own. That is the mark of nobility of spirit, and the prince had
it, in quantities the gods bestow only on their chosen ones. Both Lea and I
had our pleasure several more times before the prince reached his: my twin
sister's skillful tongue swirling round my pearl of bliss and between the
smooth petals of my flower, combined with the prince's equally skillful
thrusting in and out of my well-prepared back gate, conspired to send me
into ecstasy no less than three times!

So when the prince declared himself ready and drew his manhood gently from
my tunnel, and I felt my sister beneath me shift, turning her head to take
the prince's scepter in her mouth, I was filled with joy as I heard him cry
out his pleasure, relinquishing the royal seed onto my sister's tongue. I
knew I would soon share in that delicious nourishment, and listened raptly
as the prince's groans subsided. Then I rolled onto my back, and my sister
hovered over me, as she has every day of our lives, and yet it never ceases
to thrill me, and let fall from her lips to mine a pearly, rich strand of
nectar which I savored deeply before swallowing. I know I am still a girl,
with only a hint of soft pads beneath my nipples and no hair on my mound,
but with every day I am thus royally fed I can feel my future powers
growing within me, tightly linked with those of my twin. Our feeding still
warm and salty in our mouths, we kissed deeply, that kiss only twins of the
harem share every day: the kiss of royal seed.

And truly, the prince's seed has ripened these past months. From the watery
libations of a boy to the full, creaming seafoam of a man, it has grown as
rich and satisfying as that of any full-grown prince. I, Lea, take up the
quill again. My sister Thea describes with honeyed words the milky
sustenance of the royal seed, unlike any other. And we should know, of all
the royal harem, for despite our tender age our special status as twins has
kept us first in line to taste the seed of royals, nobles and foreign
dignitaries from all the seven realms. At every state banquet, every
ceremony and diplomatic reception, every sealing of alliances, princes and
their peers vie to seal their bonds with the sacrament of twins. Since we
were big enough to receive a noble manhood through our gates and in our
tunnels, and even before when all we could do was suckle like babes at the
font, my twin and I have grown wise beyond our ten monsoons in all the arts
of harem, nourished by such illustrious seed.

*

We're done with our writing lesson and Thea's off playing with the new
girl, but I wanted to keep writing for a bit. Just on some old scrap
papyrus leftover from making a painted screen, odd shapes so it's not
really valuable to anyone but me, and I can write like I'm just talking to
myself, not worry about proper grammar and rhetoric and all that. I like
listening to my thoughts and letting them come out onto the page. Maybe
I'll keep these scraps as a secret diary to give scholars something more
personal to compare to our book of days. Of course they'll want to know
what twins of the royal harem really thought about in our free time, which
we have quite a lot of since royals and nobles need us only an hour or two
in a day. They're so busy all the time, always rushing off. Sometimes the
most skillful harem girls and boys can't even cajole a duke or duchess to
stay long enough to finish their pleasure. I feel kind of bad for them, so
busy running the kingdom. Also it can be annoying when they leave you
hanging too! It's always easy to find a harem friend to finish you off, but
I especially get ticked when a handsome young prince rushes off without
feeding me. It's just rude! One princeling did it so often I made my
displeasure known through various discreet channels, and got a princess of
the same rank who's also a big fan of mine to talk to him about it. Next
time they came in together and I got every drop! It worked out perfectly
because my princess has been betrothed to some foreign count for
practically her whole life, so no seed for her and even no entrance by the
front gate--the kingdom she's marrying into is very uptight about that. So
that's how she became a favorite of the younger girls of the harem. She can
do whatever she likes with us, and if she comes with a gentleman or two
then we always get the juicy bits of the fun. It would be really bad
manners in any kingdom to give noble seed to the rear gate of a betrothed
lady when there are harem girls present who haven't had our menses and need
the nourishment for our future fertility. Ooh, I better go, my favorite
betrothed princess just came in now!

*

When my twin Lea and I, after nine monsoons in the royal harem, were
trained at last in all the seven arts of pleasure, came our first great
test: a banquet of no fewer than a dozen nobles, two gentlemen from each of
the tributary realms, visitors to the capital in the seventh realm for
state business and, of course, pleasure. Well prepared by Lady Khaljea and
the largest of the half-eunuchs, we greeted the twelve nobles in a moonlit
fountain courtyard. Our robes were diaphanous, shimmering in the moonlight,
and later a duke of the sixth realm recalled that we shone like water
spirits, who are always portrayed as young girls. We splashed in the
fountain, putting on a sporting show for the gentlemen. Then with the
silent assistance of their slaves, we disrobed them with many words of
seduction, the outpourings of our training in the seventh art.

Your scepter is the key that will unlock my every gate, we whispered as we
slid their silken garments off them. My twin and I shall suckle your
nipples like milk-hungry babes, and finding no milk, we shall seek the
noble cream of your scepter.

When all were disrobed and standing at attention, I began. I, Thea, present
to you Lea my twin. See how she sits on the edge of the fountain like a
nymph, clothed only in spun moonlight. Now, let moonlight lie on the
water--I removed my sister's robe and let it float on the fountain--and let
Lea lie before you in all her beauty. Lea lay back, leaning against a
carved centaur who made up part of the fountain's rim. With the honeyed
words of the seventh art, I praised her beauty and her skill in the other
six, beginning with the first. Look on these hands, I said, still the
delicate fingers of a girl, but they are skilled beyond her nine monsoons,
fed on royal seed and nurtured by the subtlest harem ladies of all the
seven kingdoms. These hands rival the skill of Lahea, whose hands formed
the scepters and opened the newborn flowers of her sons and daughters, the
gods. After Lahea made the first gods, more gods issues from them by way of
the second art: divine fruit from divine flowers. My twin opened her
legs. See her youthful flower, still plump and smooth, shy, seemingly, but
it has been skillfully opened--I spread her petals with my fingers--and has
learned well the second art, drawing forth the seed of scepters as large as
the greatest of yours, only to relinquish them with perfect agility and
speed, that the rising seed may feed and nourish her and not languish in
her still-unripe womb. In the third art of giving milk, of course, my twin
and I are still unripe. Yet see how Lea's milk-buds stand erect: they are
already taut, intelligent and sensitive--I teased each nipple with my
tongue, then a swirling finger. They will reward your suckling not with
milk but with pleasure you will feel in the flowing of nectar in her
flower, I concluded. Now it was Lea's turn to praise me.

She rose, doffed my robe and tossed it into the fountain. I lay back
against the centaur and she stood at my side. My heart is aglow with my
twin's praises, Lea began. Now let the twelve gentlemen see if my words can
vie with hers for eloquent sweetness. I begin with the fourth art: after a
babe has suckled, it learns to eat solid food. And also it learns its mouth
can give pleasure, not only to the breast that nursed it, but to every part
in turn. Its playmates and teachers come to love that little seeking mouth,
always eager to please and attain the tastes of nectar from flower and from
pistil. In nine monsoons Thea's mouth has grown skilled indeed. It can
welcome a scepter deep into the cave of her her delicate throat, a deep
honeyed cavern thirsty for noble seed. Her lips and tongue are equally
skilled at pleasing a woman or girl, as the Queen and all her ladies and
also we humble girls of the harem have learned through a thousand moments
of ecstasy. She can make any woman spray her nectar, as surely as she will
make you spray yours!  Lea paused, and I sat up and lifted one of my soft,
graceful feet above my head like a cat about to clean itself. My agile toes
flexed so the moonlight shown between them. Moving behind me, Lea took my
slim ankle and pulled my leg higher still, splaying my flower open and
glistening in the moonlight. But it was not my flower that was due for
praise next, but the graceful step and agility of my fifth art. Interlacing
my toes with her fingers, with her other hand she cradled my heel. See this
graceful foot, Lea intoned, soft from never treading the rough earth
outside the harem, never cramped by the rough boots of common girls. Her
arches are high like a dancer's, her toes agile as fingers, and as keen in
the fifth art of pleasure. After a babe can eat it begins to walk, and Thea
has walked with unrivalled grace by my side these eight monsoons since our
first steps. Light are her steps and nimble her dancing feet kissing the
ground. Just as nimble they are when held aloft in acrobatic pleasure--I
raised my other foot and with Lea's help tucked both behind my head. Sleek
with the attentions of the fourth art, my twin said, taking one of my great
toes in her mouth, Thea's feet can caress a scepter or a flower to the
highest ecstasy. A hundred times I have licked the nectar of ladies and the
seed of lords from between these skillful toes. I hope some of yours will
soon be a sauce for this delectable meal. My twin paused again to slide her
warm tongue between all ten of my slender toes in turn. Without a single
touch, all twelve lords still stood erect as rods of bronze. Finally Lea
turned to praising my sixth art. As her agile pose reveals, she said, my
sister Thea tempts the coldest of desires with her sixth art. Leaving my
legs high, she slid down to the flagstones and with her hands spread my
already open buttocks still wider. Look on this perfect bud, Lea said, a
shy delicate flower one must coax to open. She licked gently at my back
gate, sending a shiver through me. I was sure my nectar had run down and
covered my bud with its fresh, unctuous taste. The back gate symbolizes
death and rebirth, Lea said, as through it the body's food is buried and
reborn from Lahea's brown earth as tender green shoots to nourish humankind
and beasts. But cleansed of the odor of death, the back gate reveals a
mystery of the deepest pleasure, an ecstasy that can make us die a little,
only to be reborn anew. Trained from earliest childhood, my sister Thea's
back gate can open to admit a scepter that has grown full in twice her nine
monsoons. Easily it lets him in, then squeezes him mercilessly for every
drop of seed. I must always keep my mouth close to my twin's open gate, for
any man who enters her will not be able to hold back his seed, and must
withdraw quickly that it may spurt into my hungry mouth and not lie fallow
in her bowels. My twin and I have had no greater delight than to welcome
four noble scepters at once into our front and back gates. But tonight we
have the great honor of welcoming twelve, that we may each practice all six
bodily arts at once, while with the seventh we express, I hope, our deepest
joy in doing our guests and ourselves this noble honor.

The lord Uryson of the third realm spoke when Lea had finished: Lea and
Thea, illustrious twins of the royal harem, I, a grown man and a diplomat
of the third realm, am ashamed to supplement your eloquent praises with my
poor praise. Truly you both are wise beyond your nine monsoons. The seventh
art proceeded in the beginning from the knowledge of death and rebirth. And
though in your young and blessed life death has not cast its shadow near
you, yet your speech contains the wisdom of many generations. The esteemed
Lady Khaljea has indeed taught you well. Now, will it please you to direct
the proceedings? We twelve lords are humbly at the service of your
pleasure, and will take our own in any way that suits you.

This was nobly spoken, and my sister and I responded not with more words
but with eloquent acts.

*

After our lessons Lea showed me the diary she'd started on scraps of
payrus. Want to help me write about yesterday? she asked. Just for us, no
proper grammar? I agreed, of course! Tell about the new girl, Lea
said. What did you play before you came and joined me and the princess?
Well, let me tell you, sister!

The new girl is already twelve winters--they don't have monsoons among the
pale barbarians--and like a typical barbarian she is very beautiful, but
though not stupid, yet she is very naive. Among far southern tribes the
pale barbarian children are kept ignorant of all pleasure, and even the
adults seem mostly free of such knowledge! How they beget their children at
all is a mystery to civilized people! So the new girl needs to learn
everything, and I mean everything, about pleasure. She's very strong,
probably could kill a whale with her bare hands, but her toes are cramped
from boots, her mouth is only used for chewing and cursing and her back
gate for defecation, and ger front gate is a mystery to herself! Or anyway
it was until yesterday, ha! She has no hair above her gate yet--in the cold
the children grow up slowly--so it is smooth like ours but paler, of
course, with lovely pink petals she seemed surprised were there when I
opened her and made her squat above the still pool in the courtyard of
peacocks! Imagine, never even knowing your own flower had petals! She was
shocked when I offered to lick them, thinking it uncouth! I assured her it
was no such thing, but she was very shy! So we walked the grounds a while
and took a nap together in the shade, and I rubbed her poor pale feet and
tried to get her toes to spread out like a civilized person's, and then I
began gently nibbling them as she half-dozed beside the babbling brook
under a date palm. Her feet are too big for her, like most at twelve
monsoons and a bit ungainly, but I still enjoyed suckling on her long pale
toes and licking her pads--soft from boots unlike a commoner's of this
realm--and her arches, which are so pale they are almost blue. She did not
seem to mind, and I slowly worked my way up her legs, till finally I
reached the cleft where her flower begins, and she let me kiss it! She
isn't hopeless after all, I thought, not wanting to try my luck and kissing
higher over her lily-white, muscular belly. I pushed her shift aside and
suckled her milk buds, gently because they're growing puffy and sensitive,
and finally I kissed up her neck to her lips. I had to open them with my
fingers and lick gently at her teeth! Finally she got the idea and licked
back, and I showed her tongue how to play with mine and then showed her how
to lick my nipples. Finally I asked if she wished to see my flower, and she
nodded shyly, so I gave her a good view, squatting over her where she lay
on the bank. It's wet! she exclaimed. Of course, I said. All flowers have a
sweet and savory nectar. Would you like a taste? She got shy again, then,
so I changed tack and showed her how her flower too was wet. I dipped my
finger in and sucked it to show how good it tasted. Then slowly, looking
into her eyes and kissing her face, I began circling her bud, and she let
me, opening those long pale legs of hers and panting some barbarian words
under her breath. She tensed when her pleasure came, which took only a
minute, and I again showed her how good the flood of her nectar tasted,
kissing her lips after painting my own with her juice. She smiled
dreamily--and then the princess arrived!

*

I, Lea, take up the quill to continue our calligraphic and rhetorical
exercises. The Lady Khaljea and my twin at my side, I set out a lofty
challenge for my budding skill with the pen: to describe in excruciating
detail the pleasures we took with the twelve lords, that auspicious day
when we served the Queen by sealing the renewed alliance of the seven
realms.

Upon hearing Lord Uryson's fine speech, my twin Thea and I duly chose a
lord to take pleasure with us by means of each of the first six arts. Using
the exciting words of the seventh art, we instructed them in our desires. I
requested the lords Kheljon and Elyson, whose beards were newly shaven and
their faces smooth as a girl's, to practice the fourth art upon my front
and rear gates at once, as I lay in the pose of the lion, on all fours with
Lord Kheljon beneath me on the silken cushions, and Lord Elyson
behind. While these two noble lords granted my request, Thea took their
peers Julyon and Akhson to likewise prepare her gates. We assumed the
lion's pose side by side, so we could turn and twine our tongues as the
lords worked upon us with the fourth art. As we so often can, my twin and I
reached our pleasure simultaneously, delighting the onlooking lords. Then
my sister Thea beckoned one of these, the lord Holkhat, to approach with
his bronze-hard scepter, and this she welcomed into the midst of our
sisterly kiss, so that it was soon shining with both our saliva and bulging
with life even more. I looked back toward our ready gates and invited the
lords who readied them to replace their tongues with scepters, but with the
rear entrants beneath us and the front entrants standing, such that we lay
upon the lords who opened our back gates, and faced the sky. This they did,
suavely and with perfect coordination, the standing lords aligning
themselves and pushing gently each time we paused in our slow descent onto
the scepters of the supine lords. The alliance truly would prosper if its
lords can act in such effortless concert as did they, as their four
scepters eased into our four gates. All exclaimed at our suppleness and
small size, amazed at how our gates welcomed scepters of such girth. Such a
feeling of fullness holds no peer, and my twin and eye glanced at one
another with sparkling eyes. But there was much more to come!

I, Thea, now take up the quill. With our four gates well filled, Lea and I
beckoned the six remaining lords to assemble around us. In each of our
hands we took a lord of the first and third realms, while our mouths
opened, fittingly, for the lords of the fourth. The lords of the sixth
realm lay beneath us, their scepters buried to the hilt in our rear
tunnels, while their peers of the second realm stretched the gateways to
our still-unripe wombs. Finally we wrapped our legs round these good lords,
so that the last of their peers, those of the fifth realm, might take their
places behind and take their pleasure from our feet in the practice of the
fifth art. The concert and rhythmic harmony of we twins and our twelve
laboring lords was then a sight to record for the ages! But we must leave
its full depiction to abler scribes, for beneath that pile of noble flesh
my twin and I saw little, but felt, heard and tasted much! Each of us had
our pleasure twice more, for even the youngest of our lords possessed
restraint becoming a gentleman. The lords entering our front gates
synchronized their movements with ours, so that as we slid the soft
vise-grips of our back gates up and almost off the scepters on which we
were impaled, the lords of the second realm thrust forward to meet us, so
that their scepters filled our canals all the way to the inner
womb-gate. Within me I could feel the two scepters sliding against each
other, only a thin wall of my flesh between them. Meanwhile as the lord
thrust forward, I pulled him to me with my legs, keeping the rhythm and
also sliding my soft and agile feet, sleek with scented oil, down the
scepter of the lord behind. Amid all the sensations I concentrated on my
suckling at the third lord's scepter, for as Thea and I had agreed in our
preparations it would be best if those we suckled had their pleasure
first. They would then leave our mouths ready to accept the seed of all the
other lords in their turn. Our clear intent and training from babes in the
fourth art yielded fruit. Mere seconds apart, the lords of the fourth realm
cried out and gave up their seed into our open throats. Its savor and heat
were strong, and we were well pleased. It was in that moment that my
pleasure peaked for the second time, and my cries of joy gurgled like a
babe's as they bubbled up through the pool of thick noble seed that filled
my throat.

Soon after our hunger was whetted by those first spurts of noble seed,
first the lord Uryson of the third realm and then his peer Ghaznyon of the
first achieved their pleasure at my hands. With the practiced courtesy of
noble gentlemen concerned for the future fertility of their High Queen's
harem, they signaled to me in the usual way and I aimed their scepters to
catch each pearly droplet in my open mouth. Soon thereafter my twin's
mastery of the first art likewise yielded fruit, and both our mouths were
filled to overflowing with the rich cream of noble seed. Swallowing a
little to make room, I opened my lips wide and lowered myself, my lord of
the sixth realm buried to the hilt in my back gate. I threw back my head
and my twin twisted contrapasso to bring her face over mine, and let half
her blended mouthful of seed drain like a languid river into my mouth. We
then changed positions and I let the milky substance flow back, blending
the seeds of six noble lords before we swallowed the first half of our
illustrious meal.

*

The Princess arrived with happy news! Our shy new girl, who had just tasted
her own pleasure on Thea's lips for the very first time, would no longer be
the only barbarian in the harem! And my sister Thea and I would not be the
only twins still in our feeding age! That was fine, there was more seed
than we could consume! A new pair of twins the far south, speaking a
similar dialect to the new girl (whose name is Atzli, as Thea forgot to
write), were to arrive within the week! To prepare, the Princess said she
wished to sample the delights of the south in advance, if Atzli was
ready. Looking across the courtyard at my sister, kissing the new girl in
the afterglow of her first pleasure at the hands of another, I told her
Highness I thought she would be most ready! We crossed the flagstones to
where they lay on a shaded divan, and greeted them. The Princess spoke to
Atzli in her own language (she is one of our great diplomats and has
completed many missions among the southern barbarians). Atzli blushed to
the roots of her red hair, but a smile lit up her face at the same
time. The Princess asked if Thea and I would like to demonstrate how we
play with her Highness. We would! We laid her out on the divan while Atzli
stood beside it. We took up our positions on all fours, Thea above her head
and I at her feet. The Princess took Atzli's hand and kissed it, whispering
in the barbarian tongue. Atzli blushed again, but her hand went to her sex
when the Princess released it. Tentatively she explored her soft, smooth
folds, still glistening from the pleasure Thea had given her. Her face grew
concentrated, and my twin and I exchanged satisfied looks. Then we began
our ministrations to the Princess. Thea massaged the roots of her
purple-black hair while I massaged her manicured feet. Then Thea's hands
moved down her face to rub her neck and shoulders, while she kissed the
Princess's forehead, nose and lips, where she stopped to lick and nip
playfully. Meanwhile I took the royal toes in my mouth each in turn, then
began kissing my way past her ankles and up her legs. Thea lavished her
tongue's attentions on throat, collarbones and small, perfect breasts, then
climbed up to straddle the royal mouth as her own mouth worked down the
torso, converging with mine at the central flower. By the time my lips met
my twin above that shaven and tattooed royal treasure, smooth as a girl's
but the petals fuller and the nectar rich and womanly, the barbarian girl
watching made a little mew and achieved her pleasure by herself for the
first time. The Princess, her mouth now uncovered by Thea's sex since, at
ten monsoons, she is too small to make the double hummingbird constellation
with the Princess, plucked Atzli's hand from her reddened sex and sucked
the girl's nectar from her fingers. Then she guided the small pale hand to
Thea's sex, and my twin moaned into my mouth. We renewed our attention to
the Princess's sex, and as we did so I peeked from time to time past my
twin to where the Princess was showing Atzli how to please her with the
first art. The southern girl learned well, for Thea soon reached her
pleasure! Not long after the Princess did as well. Then she commanded Atzli
to sit astride her mouth, and bade Thea to please the barbarian's back gate
while she pleased the flower and pearl. Each used their fourth art on
Atzli, who came again before I could bring the Princess her second pleasure
with my fifth, my toes working nimbly on her flower while hers were in my
mouth.

*

Six of the twelve lords were sated and fell back to rest and watch, as
their peers of the second, fifth and sixth realms continued to enjoy my
twin and I. The lords of the fifth realm came when we beckoned them, our
feet relinquishing their scepters which we brought into our mouths. I felt
the lords filling my gates slow down, making time for those of the fifth
realm to feed us first. Truly the negotiations had produced a united and
cooperative peerage! Scented with the oils from our feet, the scepters of
the fifth realm delighted our senses as we suckled them. Before long they
too gave up their seed, first to me and then to my twin. Again the lords
withdrew and we shared a fertile kiss.

If it please my lords of the second realm, my twin Thea said then, they may
plant their seed within our womb-gates, but so that it does not lie fallow
there, we shall delight the assembled lords by feeding one another from our
nether lips. Afterwards those of the sixth might withdraw and feed us our
final delights of this feast. How should that please your lordships?

It would please them well, and indeed the seductive picture painted by
Thea's seventh art made the lords of the second realm sow their seed soon
after, deep in our fallow womb-gates. They must have wished to test the
strength of our gate-muscles in expelling all the seed for the feeding to
come! As the lords withdrew, we kept our legs high and the seed within us,
as the lords of the sixth realm closed in upon their goals in our back
tunnels. My lord lifted me off his scepter first, rolled from beneath me
and with great alacrity brought his scepter to my mouth. On it I tasted the
scented balms with which I cleaned and readied myself, and beneath these
the subtle musk of my back gate. I suckled vigorously for a few moments,
then felt the hot seed spurting across my tongue. I showed the milky prize
to the lord still buried in my twin's rear tunnel, and he gasped with
pleasure, lifting my sister free and hastening to feed her his scepter in
turn. His seed began to burst out just before he reached her lips, and I
laughed to see a strand of it paint her neck and cheek. I lapped it up and
let all my final nourishment fall into her mouth. She returned half to me,
and we swallowed the last of that unrivalled feast. But it was not the
last! For we still held the seed of the second realm in our womb-gates! As
all the lords watched and cheered, we squatted one after the other above
each other's mouths, and with our well-trained gate muscles expelled all
the seed to nourish one another still more. Then at last the twelve lords
departed, after bestowing on us many rich and costly gifts of gold, rare
woods and precious gems.