Green Bush Erotica Volume 12
Elliot Silvestri
Collection copyright © 2016 Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
The Prince’s Whores, Selling Myself, and In The Harem copyright © 2013 Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
Table of Contents
The Prince’s Whores
Chapter One
Prince Henry knew he was being watched, he just didn’t know by whom. It was something he had become accustomed to after a lifetime of being protected by bodyguards and watched by spies and nannies. Normally when he was with his courtesans he enjoyed when one watched while he fucked the other. That sort of watching was perfectly acceptable. Knowing there was usually a spy of some sort watching him wasn’t a concern; he always took care when sneaking into Madame Giolla’s house of ill repute so no one knew who he truly was. Showing off for spectators was part of the game. But tonight something else was going on. He could sense other eyes on him besides Gabrielle’s and Lyrissa’s.
He was relaxing in the big overstuffed bed. Madame Giolla knew all about the comfort of the bedroom. The feather stuffed mattress here in what was really just a glorified whorehouse was much softer and more luxurious than the one in his manse. The girls were all over him, as usual, trying to please him. It was their job after all. They had helped him out of his clothes and then stripped each other down to their most essential bits of lingerie before collapsing into bed with him. Once they did Henry ran his hand over the roundness of Lyrissa’s belly.
“How far along now are you?” he asked her admiring the girl’s smooth curves and supple skin.
“Halfway there, your lordship,” she answered with a giggle. She knew he liked to touch her tummy and was more than willing to let him do as he pleased. Just because she was a whore didn’t mean she was stupid. The more she pleased him, the better the tip he would give her at the night’s end.
“Have you figured out who the daddy is yet?” he asked, a sardonic grin on his lips.
The brown-haired slut laughed again and shook out her long hair. “No one has claimed ownership yet, sir,” she said. “It might be yours for all I know.”
A half-grunt of laughter escaped his lips. “Not unless you got knocked up through your mouth or ass.”
Both Gabrielle and Lyrissa laughed at his reply. Both were well aware of Henry’s preference for anal fucking. He didn’t mind being sucked off by a particularly talented set of lips, but he never fucked a whore in her cunt, that had always been his policy. “Are you going to fuck her or me first tonight, your lordship?” Gabrielle asked.
Though they didn’t know his true identity the girls working at Madame Giolla’s had automatically given him noble status. The story he had always used was that he was the wayward son of a wealthy merchant. In truth they didn’t care. They were happy to fuck him as long as his money stayed gold.
“I thought I might watch the two of you play for a bit first. The most precious love is that love shared between two women.” They laughed at his bold statement but didn’t need any further instruction. Lyrissa reclined into the overstuffed pillows and spread her legs. Her bulging belly made a little round hump above her furry pussy. Showing no hesitation Gabrielle put her face between her partner’s legs and kissed the red lips of her pussy. Henry always enjoyed watching the two play sex games. And they knew exactly what he liked. Gabrielle put her ass up in the air letting Henry admire her cunt and anus. She knew exactly how to tempt him.
Her milk white skin was flawless but for the prostitute license tattoo on her ass. Once more he looked at it just to make sure he was getting good value for his gold. Whoever had done the work was a true artist. Contained within the circle was a red lantern, Lyrissa’s name etched in the old style script, the name of Madame Giolla’s establishment—The Dancing Vixen, and the official seal of the city. It was an old law that prostitution was legal within city limits as long as both the prostitute and the establishment were registered and marked. Very old provisions of the law actually had the prostitutes branded, but most who chose to sell their bodies in the better houses got a tattoo. In the distant past there were concerns from some men that they might be marrying a woman who had literally been a whore. A quick inspection of her body would assure him that his wife-to-be wasn’t a lady of the evening.
He liked watching these two women together. Lyrissa’s pale skin, blond hair, and thin limbs were in high contrast to Gabrielle’s curves, dusky skin, and dark hair. He knew that Gabrielle sported a near identical tattoo on her ass—he had seen and admired it many times. The tattoos were never enough to stop a man’s lust—supposedly that had been part of the idea years ago when the law was instituted—in fact it often seemed men who visited the Dancing Vixen were eager to make sure the woman they selected had gone under the needle. But never for a wife, a nobleman’s wife, a merchant’s wife, even a lowly laborer was often averse to taking a woman who had been used by other men. Henry didn’t understand why. To him it was just proof that the woman was undoubtedly a good lay.
“Get your ass closer over here, Lyr,” Henry said. She wiggled and moved over so that her tiny and smooth buttocks were close to him. As usual she had left on her silk stockings, white things that were held up to her mid-thigh by fancy garters. It made a nice contrast to her body. The girls were rarely ever truly naked; they wore stockings and slips and garters and other tiny bits of silk and lace that didn’t cover up their nudity, but enhanced it. And Gabrielle seemingly wore a ring on every finger and a few on her toes.
Henry ran his pinky along the outside of Lyrissa’s quim, moistening the digit with her juices. She wiggled her hips attractively and encouraged him to enter her velvety cunt. Instead he wormed his finger into her rear end. She gasped as he penetration and pulled her face back from Gabby’s tasty pussy.
“Your lordship!” she said in false shock. “You violate me in the most vile ways.”
“Indeed I do,” he agreed as he pushed his finger in up to the second knuckle. She didn’t protest as he went deep into her. She was used to accepting his cock in her bunghole, a finger was nothing to her. Moving carefully he started stuffing his fingers, one by one, up into her pussy. If she noticed she made no indication. If she minded she wouldn’t have said anything—he had paid for her body and he’d use it as he saw fit.
Once his ring, middle , and index fingers filled her quim Henry lowered his thumb onto her clit. That she noticed with a little jump and a groan into Gabrielle’s pussy. “A little game,” Henry announced. “If Gabrielle cums first, an extra gold piece for the bold of you. But if I make Lyrissa cum first, no special tip at all.”
Upon hearing those words Lyrissa doubled her efforts between Gabrielle’s legs. The darker skinned whore let her head flop back into the pillows and pinched her nipples. Both wanted that gold piece; Henry loved making the two act like true whores. Lyrissa loved having her ass and clit teased but to his surprise Gabrielle was able to reach her peak just from Lyr’s talented tongue. A little squirt from her cunt and a cry from her lips announced her climax.
“Well, it looks like you girls robbed me of another piece of gold.” Henry pulled his fingers from Lyrissa’s cunt and ass. She was a bit disappointed by their sudden absence, but was happy with her night’s extra earnings.
“A piece of gold for a golden piece of ass,” Lyrissa told him, spreading her legs a bit more and arching up her hips so he could see the soft yellow curls that adorned her cunt.
Henry just grunted. He’d heard the girl say the same thing a hundred times before. “Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered Gabrielle. “I’d like some pussy tonight.”
As the prostitute struggled to turn her body over Lyrissa frowned at her client. Gabrielle was starting to get to the point where her pregnancy was starting to weigh heavily on her body. “I thought you didn’t like pussy,” she commented to Henry. He was on his knees behind Gabby, his erect cock in hand.
“Fuck no,” he told her as he searched for the entrance to Gabby’s pussy. “I love pussy. I just don’t want to knock up either of you whores.”
Lyrissa watched with disinterest and a vague sense of boredom as Prince Henry fucked Gabrielle. He leaned forward onto her, making the slattern woman support his weight as he fucked her and ran his hands over her bulging belly and squeezed her heavy tits. It didn’t take him that long to cum, his balls emptied into the girl’s pregnant pussy and he collapsed back on the mattress to watch the thick strands of semen seep from her open cunt.
“You’re a good fuck,” he complimented her.
“Thank you, my lord,” Gabrielle replied, smiling at him over her shoulder. He looked over at Lyrissa.
“You didn’t get to cum tonight,” he said.
“That’s not necessary, my lord. We’re here for your pleasure.”
He ignored her words. “Do you want Gabby to eat your pussy or would you like me to make you cum with my hand?” he asked. “I doubt I can get it up again before I have to return.”
Though she didn’t want to say it to him, Lyrissa wanted her partner in crime to go down on her. They never discussed their relationship in front of Henry—or any of their clients—but he was certain the two shared a bed on a regular basis even when they weren’t sharing a client. Making love in front of him wasn’t exactly a difficult task for them. But more than anything else Lyrissa wanted to please her clients. “Your hand would be most delightful,” she told him. “Especially if you would deign to violate my bum again.”
He laughed at her. “Get on your back and put your legs up in the air.” She complied happily and quickly. Again his pinky went up her ass, this time all the way to the third knuckle and then, unceremoniously, he pushed all three remaining fingers into her cunt. A grunt of surprise met his violation of her body. “I thought you were enjoying this?” he asked sharply.
“I am. Put your finger on my button. I want you to see me cum.”
That was a request he could easily fulfill. Henry didn’t bother with any gentle technique. He just rubbed her clit as hard and fast with his thumb as he could. Lyrissa almost immediately started hyperventilating and squirming under his hand. He paused for a moment. “Should I make Gabby do this for you?” he asked.
“Fuck no! Make me cum!”
It only took a minute before she did. He didn’t know why he bothered to please her. Truly he had some affection for this two favorite whores, but it wasn’t his job to make them happy or to please them in bed. they were there for his use only. When she was done cumming he pulled his hand away from her and got up from the bed.
“It’s been lovely girls,” he said as he dressed. “But I do have other obligations.” With that he gave them a mocking bow and exited the room. The corridors in Madame Giolla’s establishment were narrow and poorly lit—intentionally so—and he wended his way to the Madame’s office. It was locked, but he produced the key from a pocket inside his heavy woolen coat and let himself in. As usual the place was empty. From the cabinet behind Giolla’s desk he took a bottle of spirits, poured himself a healthy glass, sat down in the leather covered guest chair, and waited.
It only took a few minutes for Madame Giolla to appear with her bodyguard at her side.
“So nice you could meet me here,” Henry said, saluting her and the guard with his drink. She glared coldly at him.
“You may leave, Deek,” she told the guard and closed the door behind the lumbering man.
“I still haven’t figured out how you’ve set up an alarm to your door,” he commented before she could say a thing. “Care to tell me?”
“No, your grace, I do not.” She was an older woman who had worked her way up through the house to become the madam nearly twenty years ago. She was remarkably well-persevered and still worked with clients upon request. Henry had never requested her. He preferred obscenely young and beautiful girls.
His face soured. “Don’t call me that here. I came to settle accounts.” From another pocked in his greatcoat he produced a purse full of coins and tossed it on her desk. “I’m sure that will pay me up through today,” he said. “Will you give me a receipt for my next visit?”
“If your grace so desires.”
He frowned again at her. A few gray hairs had mixed in with her black tresses and her cleavage was on display through the miracle of a powerful corset. For a minute he wished she was thirty years younger. “Actually, no. I’ll take my leave now.”
She nodded and stood up from behind the desk, went to the small fireplace in the room’s corner. There she put a key in a hidden hole and lifted a latch giving the Crown Prince access to the hidden snickleway behind the fireplace’s heavy bricks. He picked up the lantern next to the fire, opened the shutter, and snuck into the small space. It was a long way back to his manse in the secret tunnel, but the walk was more than worth it, both ways.
He still couldn’t get out of his mind that the entire time he had been in bed with Gabby and Lyr he was been watched. Something was rotten in the city of Yort.
Chapter Two
Midori sat quietly in her bedchambers reading a book. It wasn’t a very good story, but it kept her distracted until Danieru returned. She didn’t have to announce herself, she never did. Though she was supposed to be Midori’s lady in waiting, her maid, she was so much more. “Report, Danieru,” she ordered. Midori hadn’t truly heart the other woman enter the room, she was far too quiet for that. It was more an awareness of her presence that alerted Midori.
“Your husband spent the night at a whorehouse, my lady,” she said without preamble.
Midori turned slightly to regard the unremarkable woman standing just outside the direct light from her reading lantern and the glow from the fireplace. Danieru was of average height and was neither beautiful nor ugly. She was plain and as such would have been easily overlooked if not for her distinctive black hair and the almond shape to her dark brown eyes. Her honey-colored skin and dark eyes would have been overlooked back in their home city, but here in Yort both her and Midori were easily recognized. Still, everyone would overlook Danieru when Midori was around. She could fade into the background seemingly on whim. It was a talent she had developed to near-perfection.
“A whorehouse?” she asked. The answer could have been worse, but Midori didn’t see how that was possible.
“The Dancing Vixen, ma’am. I haven’t been able to determine how he gets there, yet. I presume there must be some hidden passage under the city connecting the manse here with the whorehouse. He spent the evening with two prostitutes.”
Midori sighed. “Apparently my husband with sire a bastard before he gets me with child.”
“I don’t believe so, my lady,” Danieru said.
This surprised Midori. “How so? Does he discuss deep philosophical matters or political problems with these…prostitutes?”
“No. Of the two, one was pregnant. He had sex with her but based on their conversation it seems he is not the father of her child. The other one only pleasured him with her hand and her…activities with the other whore. He stated that he only had sex with pregnant whores and used their mouths and bottoms for sex. Apparently he never uses their…woman parts for sex.”
Midori arched her eyebrow. “Woman parts?” she asked but then moved on. “That is most informative, Danieru. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, ma’am.” The lithe woman started to step back and disappear into the small chamber next to her lady’s bed, but Midori stopped her.
“Why are you so shy, Danieru?” she asked abruptly.
“Shy?”
“You said ‘woman parts’.”
“I didn’t wish to offend my lady.”
“By avoiding the words pussy or cunt or ass?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Midori silently regarded her faithful servant a long moment. “I see. Do you like women, Danieru?”
“Like women?” her servant and bodyguard asked.
“Have you had sex with women?” Midori asked bluntly. “You were a present given to me by my father two years ago when my marriage bound Yort with Otira. Before then I knew nothing of you. Father said you were a nun from the Yobina nunnery, sworn to serve and protect those who bought their services? That’s true is it not?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Everyone says that nuns from Yobina have no compunction about with whom they mate. Is that true?”
Danieru tilted her head to the side and considered her answer. “I don’t know what everyone in Otira says, ma’am. But to answer your question directly, I have lain with both men and women.”
Her answer was bolder than Midori had expected. “Oh.”
Another long moment passed between them. “Do you need some sexual outlet, ma’am? Is that what you are asking? I can provide that for you.”
That answer was even bolder than the previous one. “No,” she said quickly. Perhaps too quickly. “I do have an assignment for you, however. Find how my husband is getting to this place of ill-repute, this Dancing Vixen. And I believe we will make a visit to this establishment. Make that happen as well.”
If Danieru was surprised by the second request she didn’t show it. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll do both as soon as possible.” With that she slipped away leaving Midori alone with her thoughts.
The wife of the city’s Crown Prince stared at the fire a while longer, then retired to her bed with nothing for comfort but her hand.
When Danieru led the Princess Midori to the entrance of the Dancing Vixen she was surprised. The establishment was clean and attractive on the outside, seemingly nothing more than an upscale restaurant and tavern with an attached hotel. After a moment’s cursory inspection small details revealed that the Vixen was not just a common inn, chief among them were the red lantern held by the vixen on the house’s sign along with the appropriate prostitution license in the front window. Midori and Danieru were dressed plainly, modestly, but in the garb of women in the wealthy merchant class. It was Danieru’s plan that they were to appear as the wife of a rich merchant or trader along with her maidservant. In the style of the day Midori wore a semi-translucent veil across the upper half of face to help disguise her identity, not that many patronizing the Dancing Vixen would recognize the wife the city’s Crown Prince.
Inside they moved about unmolested for less than a minute before one of the many half-dressed employees confronted them. “What can I do for you ladies?” she asked boldly, her wares on display under the filmy half-dress she wore.
“I would like to speak to the madame,” Midori told her.
The girl smiled at her. “I’m sure I can help you with whatever you need—”
“I would speak with your madame,” Midori repeated herself in her most authoritative voice, one she had perfected after years of being a noble-born woman, one now married to the city’s prince. The prostitute hesitated a moment, then nodded and beckoned for the pair to follow her. They were led to Madame Giolla’s office and ushered inside where they waited. Only a few minutes later the owner and manager of the Vixen walked in. After quickly sizing up the pair she asked without preamble, “Are you ladies looking for employment?”
Midori was immediately offended by the ...