17-04-2019, 02:02 PM
Princess Susan of Bailey sang out another cry of glory for Good Sir Knight Troilus as he thrust into her again and again, demonstrating the same savage ferocity with which he'd slain the fearsome dragon Chadwick. Again, and again, she sang his praises as she took every last inch of his lance into her weeping pool of gratitude.
Princess Mesmera lay sleeping beside them, too tired from her long night's visit to the Plague Center to see the Evil Queen to join in their revelry. But she most lasciviously gave her good blessing to their sport before retiring, so Good Sir Troilus and Princess Susan carried on, soft mewlings coming from Princess Mesmera's lips as she watched them and made movements beneath her royal blankets until sleep came for her.
Princess Susan cried out in triumphant joy once more as her Good Sir Knight's shaft found its target yet again, and an explosion of glory was shared by both. As they collapsed onto the bed, there came a knocking at the chamber. Covering themselves in the royal blankets, Sir Troilus bid the entrant welcome.
Jeanne, the servant girl, brought in Princess Susan's washing from the night before. She gazed upon Princess Susan, Sir Troilus, and the slumbering Princess Mesmera in the bed for a moment.
"Quel Français," the servant girl softly said with a smile. She said other words, but neither Princess Susan nor Sir Troilus knew the language of the Franks; and Princess Mesmera was in deep slumber. However, they knew the names of Contessa Maria and Good Sir Stavro, and since the Frankish word for "brunch" was also "brunch," they deduced her meaning and thanked her.
She took her leave as Sir Troilus held his fair lady and stroked her hair for a while. Reality itself slowly shifted, until Susan Bailey was playing with Troy Equals' hair in response.
"Yeah," she said to him softly, remembering that Julie Equals was sleeping next to them. "Better in the morning."
Memories came to both of them. Things Julie had told them before settling in to watch and finger herself to sleep, but that they could wait until they were done to remember: That Helen was awake and that Troy may have a fight getting Propappou's smoking jacket back from her. She'd been scheduling a meeting with the Generalissimo and some people when she finally kicked Julie out of the room, but was probably up to a visitor afterwards. Julie also relayed the message to Susan, asking that she stay by Maria until Helen came home from the hospital. Susan agreed without hesitation.
Since Julie had gotten to bed sometime within the past hour, they decided to let her sleep, showered, and got changed. Susan only had three outfits with her. She'd worn the blue dress when she arrived at the castle, and that only left her a clubbing dress, jeans, and a t-shirt; none of which said "guest of The Countess" to her. Troy suggested the blue dress for brunch.
"If Maria can spare you for a couple hours," he told Susan as he put on his college clothes, making him look, except for missing the glasses and pens in his pocket, like an accountant about to grab his briefcase and kiss her, calling her 'honey' on his way out the door to his 1950s sitcom office, where they just manufactured 'Business.' "I can take you to the Marketplace. Couple big name clothing stores; we might regret not taking Helen up on the ten grand."
That thought made Susan pause. She plopped down on the bed, remembered that Julie was still sleeping, and saw that her part of the bed hadn't moved at all. The thought "Just like those commercials with the bowling ball and the wineglass..." threatened to take her head over before she remembered what had been weighing on her since she realized it on the plane here.
"Troy," Susan asked plaintively. "When I signed that thing for the passport, I became one of Helen's subjects, didn't I? Like, do I have to call her 'La Contessa' now or get thrown in her dungeon?"
Troy leaned forward and gave her a little kiss on the tip of her nose.
"She's closed the dungeons; I know better than to ask why. And you're still an American; you've got dual-citizenship now. She can give you orders, but you can refuse them. Plus, I get to do all-new tax stuff for you."
Susan smiled a little. Patriotism wasn't a big thing for her, unless it meant Helen couldn't order her around.
"Julie's too tired for you to start talking finance, and we shouldn't keep Maria waiting. But I haven't renounced anything?"
Troy shook his head no as he helped Susan off the bed.
"Helen had to do that to become Contessa. If you're not marrying into the royal family, it's entirely optional."
Susan gave a sigh of relief and put on her shoes, realizing that her only shoe choices were sneakers and a pair of strappy heels, one of which was now bent ninety degrees from being used as a door knocker. She looked at her shoes, looked at her other two outfits on the bed, then looked around at the opulent guest bedroom of Castle Finzione where she'd just spent the night and a morning of mind-control enhanced love-making.
"Right about now," she said aloud to Troy and also no one in particular. "I figured I'd be at Beth's Café with the girls, trying my hardest NOT to Do What We Do to get them to come to the Science Fiction Museum with me."
"Life takes funny turns, sometimes, doesn't it?" Troy replied, taking hold of her arm. "Now, c'mon, let's go have a fabulous palace brunch with our dear friend who's technically The Queen, before I take you on a whirlwind shopping spree to stores you probably didn't know existed; then return you to the castle and go visit my injured first girlfriend, who is ALSO The Queen."
Susan laughed and opened the door.
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Princess Mesmera lay sleeping beside them, too tired from her long night's visit to the Plague Center to see the Evil Queen to join in their revelry. But she most lasciviously gave her good blessing to their sport before retiring, so Good Sir Troilus and Princess Susan carried on, soft mewlings coming from Princess Mesmera's lips as she watched them and made movements beneath her royal blankets until sleep came for her.
Princess Susan cried out in triumphant joy once more as her Good Sir Knight's shaft found its target yet again, and an explosion of glory was shared by both. As they collapsed onto the bed, there came a knocking at the chamber. Covering themselves in the royal blankets, Sir Troilus bid the entrant welcome.
Jeanne, the servant girl, brought in Princess Susan's washing from the night before. She gazed upon Princess Susan, Sir Troilus, and the slumbering Princess Mesmera in the bed for a moment.
"Quel Français," the servant girl softly said with a smile. She said other words, but neither Princess Susan nor Sir Troilus knew the language of the Franks; and Princess Mesmera was in deep slumber. However, they knew the names of Contessa Maria and Good Sir Stavro, and since the Frankish word for "brunch" was also "brunch," they deduced her meaning and thanked her.
She took her leave as Sir Troilus held his fair lady and stroked her hair for a while. Reality itself slowly shifted, until Susan Bailey was playing with Troy Equals' hair in response.
"Yeah," she said to him softly, remembering that Julie Equals was sleeping next to them. "Better in the morning."
Memories came to both of them. Things Julie had told them before settling in to watch and finger herself to sleep, but that they could wait until they were done to remember: That Helen was awake and that Troy may have a fight getting Propappou's smoking jacket back from her. She'd been scheduling a meeting with the Generalissimo and some people when she finally kicked Julie out of the room, but was probably up to a visitor afterwards. Julie also relayed the message to Susan, asking that she stay by Maria until Helen came home from the hospital. Susan agreed without hesitation.
Since Julie had gotten to bed sometime within the past hour, they decided to let her sleep, showered, and got changed. Susan only had three outfits with her. She'd worn the blue dress when she arrived at the castle, and that only left her a clubbing dress, jeans, and a t-shirt; none of which said "guest of The Countess" to her. Troy suggested the blue dress for brunch.
"If Maria can spare you for a couple hours," he told Susan as he put on his college clothes, making him look, except for missing the glasses and pens in his pocket, like an accountant about to grab his briefcase and kiss her, calling her 'honey' on his way out the door to his 1950s sitcom office, where they just manufactured 'Business.' "I can take you to the Marketplace. Couple big name clothing stores; we might regret not taking Helen up on the ten grand."
That thought made Susan pause. She plopped down on the bed, remembered that Julie was still sleeping, and saw that her part of the bed hadn't moved at all. The thought "Just like those commercials with the bowling ball and the wineglass..." threatened to take her head over before she remembered what had been weighing on her since she realized it on the plane here.
"Troy," Susan asked plaintively. "When I signed that thing for the passport, I became one of Helen's subjects, didn't I? Like, do I have to call her 'La Contessa' now or get thrown in her dungeon?"
Troy leaned forward and gave her a little kiss on the tip of her nose.
"She's closed the dungeons; I know better than to ask why. And you're still an American; you've got dual-citizenship now. She can give you orders, but you can refuse them. Plus, I get to do all-new tax stuff for you."
Susan smiled a little. Patriotism wasn't a big thing for her, unless it meant Helen couldn't order her around.
"Julie's too tired for you to start talking finance, and we shouldn't keep Maria waiting. But I haven't renounced anything?"
Troy shook his head no as he helped Susan off the bed.
"Helen had to do that to become Contessa. If you're not marrying into the royal family, it's entirely optional."
Susan gave a sigh of relief and put on her shoes, realizing that her only shoe choices were sneakers and a pair of strappy heels, one of which was now bent ninety degrees from being used as a door knocker. She looked at her shoes, looked at her other two outfits on the bed, then looked around at the opulent guest bedroom of Castle Finzione where she'd just spent the night and a morning of mind-control enhanced love-making.
"Right about now," she said aloud to Troy and also no one in particular. "I figured I'd be at Beth's Café with the girls, trying my hardest NOT to Do What We Do to get them to come to the Science Fiction Museum with me."
"Life takes funny turns, sometimes, doesn't it?" Troy replied, taking hold of her arm. "Now, c'mon, let's go have a fabulous palace brunch with our dear friend who's technically The Queen, before I take you on a whirlwind shopping spree to stores you probably didn't know existed; then return you to the castle and go visit my injured first girlfriend, who is ALSO The Queen."
Susan laughed and opened the door.
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