"Milady, are you ready?" Terin picked up the gossamer scarf from the foot of her bed, placing it over one shoulder.

"Still not telling me, Maxwell?" Her answer was his mischievous, devil take it, grin. He bowed low at the waist from the open doorway.

"If you will, Milady..." Terin strode past him with a small faint unladylike snort.

"As if you didn't know I would." She paused long enough to lean into him and nip his earlobe in punishment for keeping her in suspense. He knew how much she hated surprises, almost as much as he loved dishing them out. She waited for him to join her. With a proffered arm in her direction, she gave him a final glare and slipped her hand through it. She gave him a wee pinch and had the momentary satisfaction of seeing him grimace, albeit, briefly. His voice however was its usual warm firmness.

"Are we feeling a bit feisty this evening, Milady?"

She didn't dare look at him and she didn't dignify his question with an answer. However, Maxwell knew her better than anyone, given their history together. His soft chuckle made her toss her head and ignore him.

Outside the Tea Room door, Terin paused, her eyes questioning. Maxwell's eyes met hers. In his, she read the reassurance she would never verbally ask for. Maxwell stepped forward and opened the door, stepping back for her to enter. Not sure what to expect since she knew Ari and the others were fast asleep by this hour, nonetheless, Maxwell held her total trust. The feeling was mutual. The sight that greeted her was not what she expected.

The center of the room had been cleared except for the chess set that Ari was so fond of. Her lounger was set at an angle to the left of the fireplace's hearth. A small table stood nearby, bearing a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne and a small Pandora's Box. Only Ari, Maxwell, and herself could summon the boxes. Her brow arched slightly upon seeing the box.

Maxwell took her hand in his and led her to the lounger, seating her there. He stoked the fire as the unused room had gone chilly this late at night. Striding across the room, he pulled back the thick heavy drapes. Through the panes of clear glass the double moons could be seen. The center of the room glowed with an iridescent amethyst glow that bathed the chessboard and all its pieces.

Terin's eyes were fastened on the board and its occupants. Without seemingly any movement at all, the pieces started to grow to life-like proportions and took on life-like characteristics. She watched as the players shuffled about the board, as if not yet comfortable with their new state. The Pawns had taken on feminine personas with flowing hair that covered their otherwise naked bosom and they wore muslin loincloths. The Bishops took on the appearance of Old Wizards of the Earth. The Rooks had become large scale tables from which dangling pieces of silk. The Knights wore full armor which refracted the light of the double moons, giving the warriors a more ominous look. The Queen was fine splendor in her robes of sheer silk that hid nothing of her charms. The King was magnificent. He was the King Stag, virile and strong. He was bare to the waist, muscles rippling with every small move he made. His tights left nothing to the imagination as they stretched tautly over the greatest evidence of his masculinity.

"With your permission, Milady?" Maxwell's voice whispered in the shell of her ear. Terin gave a start, so engrossed was she in the scene before her eyes, she hadn't heard or felt Maxwell move to stand behind her.

"Pardon? Oh... yes... yes... carry on, Maxwell....." her voice trailed off.

"Yes, Milady." She vaguely heard the amused tone in his voice, but her eyes didn't waiver from the scene set before her.

At some unseen signal from Maxwell, who was still behind her, the pieces began to move. The Pawns were shy wenches, cautiously moving forward either one step of two ahead of themselves, as the play dictated. The Knights were more robust in their moves. They paused to fondle the pawns around them, going so far as to pull the Pawn Maidens against their chests and capturing a breast in either mouth or hand, sometimes both. The Bishops or the Wizards in this case, moved across the board, scooping up Pawns and ravaging them. Terin grinned as they tried to capture the Knights from the enemy lines. However the Knights were wily men, they had heard strange tales about these Wizards whose sexual appetite knew no bounds and the Knights moved quickly out their way not wishing to become fodder for the Wizards.

Terin leaned back on her lounger, her eyes narrowing slightly at the lust displayed before her on the chessboard. Maxwell's hands slid over her shoulders, palms flat against her skin as they slowly slid over her chest to meet where her dress parted between her breasts. Her nipples rose to the occasion, standing erect against the silky material. Her back arched into his palms, thrusting her full breasts into them.

The Wizards had each captured a Pawn and had her tied down to a Rook table, splayed out, each wrist and each ankle were securely tied. There was a flicker of steel upon moonlight as two daggers flashed over soft skin, tearing away loincloths.

From the other side of the board was the sound of rending material as loincloths gave way under the attack of brutal strength. Terin watched as a Wizard flipped back his robe, exposing his stiffened staff to the eyes of a tied-down Pawn. Grabbing a handful of hair and wrapping it around his hand, he pulled her face to meet his staff. Her trembling mouth opened and the Wizard wasted no time sliding his staff within the warm wet haven. The look of pleasure upon the Wizard's face made Terin moan softly or perhaps it was Maxwell who was the cause of her moan. His hands had pulled her breasts free of their confinement and he was kneading them as his mouth slid over the side of her neck.

The Queens had moved to the center of the board, facing each other. Light met Dark, hands reached out, clothing fell to the board. One offered her breast, the other accepted, suckling as if she were a starved babe. The Kings were no slouches either. Not one to waste an opportunity, each had a Maiden Pawn. One King had his Maiden on her knees before him, feeding her his ruling rod. The other King, not to be outdone, had a Maiden Pawn bent over, grasping her knees, as he took her from behind.

Terin grasped at Maxwell's hands, pausing their duty.

"Undress me," her soft command could barely be heard over the moaning and sounds of sexual appetites being fed from the chessboard. Maxwell came around from his position behind her. Kneeling at her side, he released her dress from its ties, pushing it from her shoulders. His fingers slipped up her thighs caressingly to untie her stockings.

"Leave them. Kneel here." She pointed to an empty spot between her legs at the foot of her lounger. "Succor Me."

His hands pressed against her inner thighs, pushing them further apart before sliding back down to place first one leg then the other over his shoulders. Her heels rested lightly on his well-muscled back. As she watched his head lower to her womanly folds, her eyes raised to the chessboard where both Queens now lay upon a bed of silk, each head between the legs of the other, each licking the other furiously, fingers pumping rapidly inside the inner core offered.

Terin's breath caught in her throat as Maxwell's teeth grasped her throbbing pearl. One Wizard lay upon the floor to the side of the chessboard, fast asleep and from the sounds of it, snoring up a storm. The other Wizard was still enjoying a pound of flesh. The Maiden was tied, face down, spread-eagled, to the Rook Table. He knelt between her splayed legs, his hands pushing apart her rear plump cheeks as his staff sought to seat itself in tighter, darker regions.

Terin quivered, from within and without. Her hands molded to the back of Maxwell's head, cradling it as she pushed herself into his mouth and onto his tongue. Her breath hissed from behind clenched teeth. Her body demanded the release and he heeded its call. She poured over him like warm honey.

Meanwhile on center stage, one Queen slid between the legs of the other, mounting her and fusing their lower bodies together. Who rode whom was anyone's guess, for both were fierce in their aggression. A hand slid between bodies, a mouth opened to capture a hardened nipple. The crest, when it came, was explosive and verbal. Both bodies collapsed, bathed in sweat.

Terin's release, when it came, was not enough. The wave she rode was high and an end seemed out of sight. She whispered to Maxwell and he slid up, joining their bodies. She demanded; he gave. He turned their bodies so that she rode him as hard and as deeply as she wished.

There was one last value to this equation she hadn't counted on until she felt lips and tongue trailing along her spine. Terin leaned over Maxwell's face. His lips fastened upon her swaying breast, suckling upon one then the other. Her inner muscles rippled and tightened, pulling his hardness deeper into her heat whenever he drew her nipple deeply into his mouth.

So great was her pleasure that when she felt the hard rod seeking entrance into her rear opening, she welcomed it. The fullness was unbelievable. No longer could she move independently, so she allowed them to do the work while she basked in her growing desire and need.

Terin had a need to see who rode her so well from behind. Glancing over her shoulder she saw the lone remaining player of the lustful chess game, a King. It seemed fitting somehow that it was a King, he who served his people well. Terin could feel all three of their bodies in sync, each within cresting their own personal bodily demands. Yet, when the moment was mere seconds away, she felt a pause, as if each man waited. She gave over her body, becoming the chalice they needed to fill, so that each could slake their thirst.

Check Mate.

Empress Tea Room

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