chance."
"My wife would be furious," said the Treasurer, lifting Ruby to her feet.
"As would mine," said the Steward, a twinkle in his eyes. He smiled at Ruby.
She smiled back and drifted on. By the end of the evening, she could match every member of the council to his function, and had exchanged at least a few words with each, but only one other made use of her body—the Dean of Morrow's university, who wrapped his arm around her waist at the end of the evening and pulled her into the hallway. He planted her palms against the stone wall and lifted her skirt.
"After looking at you all night, I can't help myself," he said, pulling her asscheeks apart. "That red hair, that mouth." He fucked her with firm, short strokes, very controlled. "Good cunt," he grunted, reaching around so he could work her clit while he penetrated her. "Will you come?"
"Yes," said Ruby.
Soon he said, "I'm close. Tell me when you're ready."
"Almost." Ruby tilted her hips, to ease his way as he thrust. "Not yet."
"You're so tight." The Dean groaned and worked her clit faster. "I don't know how long I can keep this up."
"Not yet," Ruby pleaded. "I can feel it, I'm so close."
"Fuck," said the Dean, pumping her faster. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Wait," Ruby begged. "Don't come. I want to come with you. Please."
"Fuck," snarled the Dean. He grabbed her hips with both hands, abandoning her clit, his movements jerky. "I'm going to fucking come. I'm coming. Fuck."
Ruby touched herself. She was so ready it only took a flick to push herself over the edge. And then she was gripping the Dean tight as he shuddered into her, her orgasm prolonging his.
"Holy fuck," gasped the dean, pulling out and sagging against the wall. "Holy fuck."
"Let me help you," said Ruby, wrapping her arm around his waist. "It's been a long day, hasn't it?"
14
The Court
The doctor remained cool and formal the next day when he examined her. "Hardly any redness at all," he said, spreading her folds with his gloved fingers. He worked a bit of lube up her ass. "Nice and tight. No inflammation." He peeled off his gloves and stood, then unhooked her from the harness. "I'll let the Steward know."
"Thank you," said Ruby.
He supported her back as she sat up. "You seem well," he said. "How do you feel about the Sixth Trial?"
"I won't find out if I passed the Trial until the council meets again, but I'm happy with what I did." The doctor's hand rested warm and comforting on her back. Ruby held still. She wanted him to touch her so badly.
"The council meets this afternoon," said the doctor, stepping away. He crossed to the flap of his tent and held it open, letting unfiltered sunlight pour in. "I'm not worried."
Ruby scooted off the table and followed him to the flap, then paused in the light. It was warm and bright, staining the lower half of her body gold. She didn't want to go.
"There's nothing more I can do for you," said the doctor.
"No," agreed Ruby. "But maybe…." Quickly, before he could stop her, Ruby reached for his cock. She grasped it through the folds of his robe, hard and hot and wanting.
He stared at her, his face a mask.
Ruby stroked him through the cloth. His cock flexed, the flesh firmed.
"I want you so badly," said Ruby.
"I know," said the doctor. "I spent the past ten minutes with my face in your pussy, and you were dripping wet."
"I'm sorry for what I did," said Ruby.
She left the doctor, and spent the rest of the afternoon in her tent with Lily. If she had failed the Trial, she wouldn't linger in the Pavilion. She'd leave in the morning, early, before most of the aspirants woke.
"I'll miss you so much," said Ruby, kissing Lily's breasts.
"You haven't failed yet," said Lily, but she paled when the Steward hailed Ruby through the thin barrier of the tent's silk, and asked for permission to enter.
"I'll stay with you," said Lily, clasping Ruby's hand. "You're not alone."
Ruby called out for the Steward to
"My wife would be furious," said the Treasurer, lifting Ruby to her feet.
"As would mine," said the Steward, a twinkle in his eyes. He smiled at Ruby.
She smiled back and drifted on. By the end of the evening, she could match every member of the council to his function, and had exchanged at least a few words with each, but only one other made use of her body—the Dean of Morrow's university, who wrapped his arm around her waist at the end of the evening and pulled her into the hallway. He planted her palms against the stone wall and lifted her skirt.
"After looking at you all night, I can't help myself," he said, pulling her asscheeks apart. "That red hair, that mouth." He fucked her with firm, short strokes, very controlled. "Good cunt," he grunted, reaching around so he could work her clit while he penetrated her. "Will you come?"
"Yes," said Ruby.
Soon he said, "I'm close. Tell me when you're ready."
"Almost." Ruby tilted her hips, to ease his way as he thrust. "Not yet."
"You're so tight." The Dean groaned and worked her clit faster. "I don't know how long I can keep this up."
"Not yet," Ruby pleaded. "I can feel it, I'm so close."
"Fuck," said the Dean, pumping her faster. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Wait," Ruby begged. "Don't come. I want to come with you. Please."
"Fuck," snarled the Dean. He grabbed her hips with both hands, abandoning her clit, his movements jerky. "I'm going to fucking come. I'm coming. Fuck."
Ruby touched herself. She was so ready it only took a flick to push herself over the edge. And then she was gripping the Dean tight as he shuddered into her, her orgasm prolonging his.
"Holy fuck," gasped the dean, pulling out and sagging against the wall. "Holy fuck."
"Let me help you," said Ruby, wrapping her arm around his waist. "It's been a long day, hasn't it?"
14
The Court
The doctor remained cool and formal the next day when he examined her. "Hardly any redness at all," he said, spreading her folds with his gloved fingers. He worked a bit of lube up her ass. "Nice and tight. No inflammation." He peeled off his gloves and stood, then unhooked her from the harness. "I'll let the Steward know."
"Thank you," said Ruby.
He supported her back as she sat up. "You seem well," he said. "How do you feel about the Sixth Trial?"
"I won't find out if I passed the Trial until the council meets again, but I'm happy with what I did." The doctor's hand rested warm and comforting on her back. Ruby held still. She wanted him to touch her so badly.
"The council meets this afternoon," said the doctor, stepping away. He crossed to the flap of his tent and held it open, letting unfiltered sunlight pour in. "I'm not worried."
Ruby scooted off the table and followed him to the flap, then paused in the light. It was warm and bright, staining the lower half of her body gold. She didn't want to go.
"There's nothing more I can do for you," said the doctor.
"No," agreed Ruby. "But maybe…." Quickly, before he could stop her, Ruby reached for his cock. She grasped it through the folds of his robe, hard and hot and wanting.
He stared at her, his face a mask.
Ruby stroked him through the cloth. His cock flexed, the flesh firmed.
"I want you so badly," said Ruby.
"I know," said the doctor. "I spent the past ten minutes with my face in your pussy, and you were dripping wet."
"I'm sorry for what I did," said Ruby.
She left the doctor, and spent the rest of the afternoon in her tent with Lily. If she had failed the Trial, she wouldn't linger in the Pavilion. She'd leave in the morning, early, before most of the aspirants woke.
"I'll miss you so much," said Ruby, kissing Lily's breasts.
"You haven't failed yet," said Lily, but she paled when the Steward hailed Ruby through the thin barrier of the tent's silk, and asked for permission to enter.
"I'll stay with you," said Lily, clasping Ruby's hand. "You're not alone."
Ruby called out for the Steward to
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