Cthrag Drusta
by PJ and Lady Vanessa
 
 
CHAPTER 1
 
The black-robed Grolim walked nervously down the hallway.  He glanced fearfully to his right and left before opening the stout wooden door at the end of the corridor. 
 
The Murgo priest closed the door behind himself and sighed. The library was probably the safest place to be, as none of the rampaging Thulls would even know what one was.  After Belgarion had killed the god of the Angaraks, Torak One-Eye, the stupid but physically strong Thulls had thrown off the eons-old yoke of Grolim oppression.
 
Torak had been a bloodthirsty god, and he demanded human sacrifice. The Grolims had tended to select their Thullish cousins for the dubious honor of being offered up to the Dragon God, and when Torak was slain in combat by Belgarion, Overlord of the West, the Thulls had finally realized that they could fight back. 
 
This Grolim in particular, an acolyte named Rytchik, now stood in the dusty private library of the head Grolim in Rak Goska. 'Zakath, the cold-blooded Mallorean emperor, had destroyed most of the city, but a few ravaged buildings still stood in the deserted town.
 
Rytchik moved to a small desk and sat in the deeply cushioned chair behind it. He noticed a very ancient, brown-covered book lying on the corner of the desk. The Grolim acolyte brushed the thick layer of dusk that lay on the tome's cover, and read the title with shocked eyes: "Cthrag Drusta- The Third Stone."
 
Rytchik opened the tome with trembling hands and began to read.
 
*****
 
King Belgarion of Riva, Overlord of the West, lay slouched on his throne in the empty hallway. All the palace servants and pages knew that this was a habit of Garion's; every few nights, he would rise from bed and walk softly to the Hall of the Rivan King.  The Orb of Aldur glowed softly in the pommel of Garion's sword, which was suspended above the throne. Garion came to the Hall because he found the Orb's unique song soothing.
 
On this particular night, Belgarion contemplated one of life's most difficult puzzles- marriage.  His wife, the Tolnedran princess Ce'Nedra, was one of the most confusing people Garion had ever known.  One minute, the petite half-dryad would be fuming at him for some small insult, and less than an hour later, she would be smiling at him, giving him silent promises about what awaited the couple that night.
 
Actually, nighttime was beginning to get boring for Garion. He had, of course, been a virgin until his wedding night, when he and his beautiful red-haired princess had joined in their first, blissful coupling. Twice before had Garion almost lost his virginity: once, with Zubrette, that devious blond, back on Faldor's Farm, and then again while he was under narcotic influences in Queen Salmissra's court in Nyissa.
 
Garion shuddered at the thought of Salmissra.  Certainly she had been beautiful in her sheer silk robe when he was intoxicated with gods-know-what drugs, but the lithe queen definitely did not seem as appealing after Aunt Pol had transformed her into a giant, sentient snake.
 
Perhaps, thought Garion, I should have done it with her anyway; it probably would have been more interesting than my relationship with Ce'Nedra. Garion, at first, had constantly been eager to please his beautiful (if somewhat small-chested) wife. Her face was beautiful, her coppery hair smelled wonderful, her tan legs were simply gorgeous... but Garion found himself bored with his wife sexually after about a month.
 
The problem was, in Garion's mind, that Ce'Nedra simply wasn't as wild as most other women seemed to be.  Certainly, Garion had acted shocked at first when Ce'Nedra would whisper her plans for the night into his ear... but she made the same plans every night.  Ce'Nedra would do her tired little strip-show for Garion's benefit, and then they would have sex in the standard male-on-top position (Barak called it "missionary").
 
Garion might not have been very disappointed with this routine, had he not gone drinking with Barak and Silk every Friday night.  Barak would make ribald comments about his sexual "adventures" with his wife Merel, and Silk never failed to entice some serving wench to sneak off with him to a private room.
 
One time, when Silk had returned to his very tipsy companions after a half-hour romp with a particularly comely waitress, he had described how she had sucked his cock.  Garion had never even heard of this "bizarre" sexual act.
 
"Come now, oh mighty King of Riva," the long-nosed Drasnian had asked, a smirk upon his face. "Do you mean to tell Barak and I that your sassy little princess has never pleasured you with her mouth?"
 
"Um... actually... I'd never even heard of that being done before..." replied Garion.
 
Barak's hairy red face rose up from its resting place on the table, his eyes wide open.
 
"What? Don't they teach anything in Sendar? No, wait, it's because your Aunt Polgara raised you, isn't it?" Barak had belched. "Well, my friend, it seems that Prince Kheldar here, with some help from yours truly, the Earl of Trellheim, ish gonna hafta teach you some thingsh about sex, and-" Barak's voice was cut off when his head hit the table again.
 
He began to snore.
 
Garion had learned quite a bit about sex from his two Alorn friends, never actually participating in any extramarital affairs, but rather listening to their stories, advice, and tall tales. Garion tried, gently, to attempt some of these acts in his relationship with Ce'Nedra, but while she seemed eager enough to fuck, she never wanted to change the routine. The half-dryad princess didn't want to try being on top; she was disgusted at the thought of oral sex; she giggled at Belgarion when he suggested role-playing.
 
Garion suddenly sat up in his throne. The Orb began to sing louder in response to his sudden movement.
 
"Oh, stop that," Garion told the blue stone.
 
The King of Riva knew where he could go for help.
 
*****
 
Polgara the Sorceress sat looking in the mirror as she combed her night-black hair.  She ran the brush through that one streak of white, the mark of her powers. Polgara was a beautiful woman; hundreds of poems, songs, and odes had been written of her beauty and grace, but only a handful of men during her 4000 year lifetime were lucky enough to say they had bedded Belgarath's striking daughter.
 
Polgara's long life had never beared itself upon her perfect face, nor upon her sculptered body. Polgara raised the hem of her deep blue dress slightly to admire her legs- long, slightly tanned, perfect. Her perfectly round breasts still thrust proudly from her chest, and no blemish or wrinkle at all marred any part of her body; Polgara looked like a beautiful 28 year old.
 
Polgara's mind wandered as she brushed her long jet-black hair. Lately, some strange force had been make a "noise" somewhere to the east.  All sorcery, of course, makes a kind of "sound" that one knowledgeable in the art could hear quite easily. Whatever was making this particular noise was very powerful. Polgara hadn't felt a Will like this one since her encounter with Torak.  Torak was to marry the sorceress in an alternate prophecy, and the Dragon-God (whom Polgara still held as very handsome) had tried to force his Will upon her, to force her into submission. For a long moment, Polgara had considered giving into the god, allowing him his way... sometimes she still fantasized what it would have been like. But she had done the right thing, of course; when Garion had reminded her of her beloved Durnik's death, she had steeled her Will and held her ground. The gods, with the help of UL (father of the gods) had restored Durnik's life, and now Polgara was married to the smith.
 
This new power in the east reminded her somewhat of the Orb of Aldur's song. Perhaps it was some similar type of stone...? Polgara resolved to question her father about it when she got the chance.
 
Polgara thought perhaps that power's voice was trying to speak to her.
 
*****
 
Ce'Nedra walked down the stone corridor that led to the bedchambers. Her flame-colored hair flew behind her as she stared straight ahead. This proposal concerning Tolnedran sailing rights in the Sea of Riva was ridiculous, and Garion had actually dared to sign it? He had promised her equal rule, and there was no way she was going to be denied on this matter. Poor Garion would have to feel the wrath of one of her tantrums.
 
The princess smiled fondly when she thought of her husband, but set her face in its most nagging mode before opening the door to the couple's bedchamber.
 
Garion wasn't there.
 
Ce'Nedra sighed as she left the room and continued her search.
 
*****
 
Garion sat forward in the well-cushioned chair, his head in his hands.
 
"You see, Aunt Pol? It's just not working out very well.... for either of us."
 
"Garion, you and Ce'Nedra are a very young couple; you just need time to work things out," replied Polgara, still calmly combing her hair.
 
Garion snorted. He rose from his chair and began to pace.
 
"But she just doesn't want to try anything new! This is killing me."
 
Polgara was opening her mouth to respond when suddenly, the powerful presence she had felt in her mind began to speak to her...
 
**Show him, Polgara,** said the voice. **Show him love.**
 
Polgara's Will never stood a chance. This presence was the most powerful force she had ever felt, and she instantly and blissfully gave herself to it.
 
Polgara set down her brush and walked over to Garion. She put her hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes.
 
"Garion, dear, you don't really even need Ce'Nedra. You are the King of Riva after all... you can have any girl on the island."
 
**Ask for her, Belgarion. Take the pleasure only your Aunt may give you.**
 
Garion's Will, much less refined or practiced than his aunt's, was overwhelmed instantly by this strange new voice that spoke inside his head.
 
Garion put one arm around his aunt's waist and caressed her hair with his other hand.
 
"Gods, Aunt Pol, I've always wanted you." Garion was cut off as Polgara's tongue entered his mouth and began to play with his own. Garion slid his tongue into Polgara's mouth, and his aunt sucked on it lewdly. Polgara slid her delicate hands over Garion's crotch, making her nephew moan in lust. His large cock throbbed against his breeches, begging for release.
 
Garion pulled his aunt's dress off her shoulders, exposing her perfect, creamy orbs. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, sucking, licking, nibbling. In between lustful gasps, Polgara used her magic to shrug off the rest of her blue dress, leaving it piled on the floor. She pulled down Garion's tights as far as she could, and moaned in incestuous pleasure as his long, thick cock came into sight, standing almost straight up against his stomach.
 
Garion pulled away from his aunt's heaving breasts. He couldn't take it any more; Garion needed his cock sucked by this incredibly hot woman. He grasped Polgara's hair and pulled her head down to his erect member, moaning as she clutched his tight ass.
 
Polgara settled to her knees and ran her hands all over her nephew's smooth asscheeks. She stared, mouth open and eyes half-closed, at his amzing erection, which stood almost straight up, throbbing with incestuous desire. The raven-haired lady took Garion's shaft in one delicate hand and guided it to her pink lips. Polgara held onto Garion's prick with her right hand as she opened her wet mouth and slid her tongue around his fat, rubbery cockhead. Her left hand caressed his clenched buttocks as her tongue danced around the upper half of the king's throbbing pole.
 
Garion had never felt so good in his life. His aunt's mouth was pleasuring his shaft in a way he never knew possible. Suddenly he felt a pressure against his asshole. Aunt Pol was pushing a finger into his ass!
 
"Ohhhhh yesssssss, please Aunt Pol, that feels so good...yessss," moaned the King of Riva as his aunt bobbed her head up and down on his cock.
 
Polgara moaned back, her mouth filled with her nephews thick, pulsating penis. She felt it begin to expand even more, and fingerfucked Garion's butthole even faster. Polgara pulled Garion's throbbing cock out of her mouth and placed her lips at the tip of his prickhead.
 
Garion moaned loudly as his first orally-induced orgasm swept over his body and mind. His head soared as his hard cock began to spew thick, hot white cum into Polgara's lips.
 
Polgara opened her mouth to receive Garion's first burst of semen as his cock spit an incredibly long, thick string of cum into her mouth. She jerked his shaft with her hand and aimed it at her own face, lusting to have her nephew's sperm all over her eyes, her cheeks, her chin. Garion's cock spewed rope after rope of thick, steaming hot cum all over his aunt's face. Polgara lay herself down on the floor, fingering her tight pussy with one hand, slipping Garion's cum off her face and into her mouth with the other.
Garion's head swam as he watched his aunt writhe noisily in sexual pleasure.
 
Suddenly, with a great crash, the door burst open. Garion stared dumbfoundedly at the small, lithe form of his wife in the doorway. Ce'nedra looked at the half-naked Garion, and then noticed Polgara on the floor, thrusting her crotch to meet her furiously working hand. Ce'Nedra let out a scream and threw a nearby statue across the room before turning and running, sobbing in emotional pain and confusion, out the door.
 
*****

Cthrag Drusta
by PJ and Lady Vanessa
 
 
CHAPTER 2
 
Ce'Nedra swept past several startled guards and servants, fleeing back to the royal bedchamber she had just left in order to find Garion.  She slammed the door shut before hurling herself onto the plush bed, weeping loudly into the thick mattress.  The tears seemed to flow for an eternity, but eventually stopped.  Ce'Nedra lay with her face pressed down over the bedspread, panting softly for breath.
 
"I hate him!" spat Ce'Nedra as she shot upright, sliding off the bed to retrieve one of her large storage trunks.  She was violently throwing clothes into the open trunk when Nissa, one of her personal servants, tentatively stepped into the bedchamber.
 
"Your Majesty?" asked Nissa gently, taking in the young queen as she shoved more clothes into her trunk.
 
"Don't try to stop me!  I'm leaving!" shouted Ce'Nedra, slamming the trunk lid shut.
 
"Why?"
 
"Because..because my husband..," stuttered Ce'Nedra, fresh tears welling in her large green eyes.
 
"You'll need a servant," replied Nissa pragmatically, "and someone to find passage off of Riva for you.  Wait here, please, I'll take care of it."
 
"Thank you, Nissa," smiled Ce'Nedra wanly, collapsing back onto the bed, her small hands limp over her lap.
 
The blonde servant girl rushed out of the royal bedchamber, running down several corridors till she reached the guard post where her boyfriend was stationed for the night.
 
"Nissa!" smiled Pedar warmly, reaching out to enfold the gasping girl in his strong outstretched arms.  "Have you come to play hugs and kisses with me?"
 
"No, you big lummox!"  snapped Nissa, smacking the tall Rivan's arm, "It's the Queen!  She wants to leave the island!"
 
"What happened?" inquired Pedar, his playful smile gone in the face of his love's distress.
 
"I don't know exactly, but I think she found the King in a ..compromising situation."
 
"Gods!" whispered Pedar in disbelief.
 
"She'll go off on her own and get into all kinds of trouble unless we're there to look after her.  When she calms down maybe we can bring her back to work everything out with His Majesty."
 
"Alright, it'll be difficult, but I think I know a ship that could leave here now.  I'll get some gear and meet you at the docks.  Will you be alright with Her Majesty all by yourself?"
 
"Of course I will!" retorted Nissa, punching Pedar's arm for emphasis.  As the strong Rivan reached out to caress Nissa's golden mane, she leaned up, kissing him forcefully on the mouth.
 
"I'll meet you at the dock!" said Nissa, running back out into the torch lit passageway.
 
"I'm really going to get in trouble," murmured Pedar with a rueful shake of his head before leaving the small guardroom to get his sparse belongings.
 
 
When Nissa and Ce'Nedra left the castle, a strong westerly wind blasted over them, accompanied by a light patter of cold rain.  Nissa retrieved a cart drawn by a sad-eyed grey mule, loading the cart with Ce'Nedra's trunk and her own small satchel of clothing.  The two girls climbed onto the cart, Nissa urging the patient mule into motion.  It was almost midnight when the girls reached the docks, the bay of Riva nearly empty of vessels, the black waters churning from the ever-violent winds rolling in from the west.
 
"There's Pedar!" shouted Nissa over the shrieking wind, pointing to where a chainmail clad soldier waved at them. 
 
Nissa drove the cart to where Pedar waited, at the foot of a gangplank leading to a slim light black hulled cutter.
 
"Is this the best you could do?" exclaimed Nissa while the rain lashed all three of them.
 
"With this kind of notice, yes!  Do you have plenty of gold?"
 
"I do!" replied Ce'Nedra, jingling a fat coin purse.
 
"We'll need it!" nodded Pedar, urging the young women to climb aboard the cutter while he retrieved their luggage.
 
"Your Majesty!" saluted the cutter's captain, a lean, unshaven man wrapped in a thick brown cloak.
 
"Pedar says you can take us out to sea tonight!  How much?" shouted the queen as the deck rolled sharply beneath them.
 
"Five hundred for all three of you!"
 
"Done!  Let's leave now!" replied Ce'Nedra.
 
"At once, your Majesty!" agreed the eager captain.  "My first mate will show you to your cabin while I get us underway!"
 
Nissa and Ce'Nedra followed another sailor into the aft section of the cutter with Pedar trailing after them carrying the baggage.  The captain was quick and efficient, leaving the nearly empty dock and knifing skillfully into the churning waters that surrounded the island of Riva.
 
Pedar left Ce'Nedra's cabin after leaving her trunk in a corner.  Nissa sat on the small bunk bed with the young Queen, holding her while Ce'Nedra wept on her comforting shoulder.
 
"How is she?" inquired Pedar as Nissa entered their cabin and shut the door behind her.
 
"She cried herself to sleep.  It must have been awful!" replied Nissa while she took off her soaking grey cloak and draped it over Pedar's on the cabin's single chair.
 
"Did she say who the King was..dallying with?"
 
"No, and I didn't ask.  You better not either, if you know what's good for you!" rebuked Nissa, smacking the side of Pedar's spiky maned head.
 
"Alright," smiled Pedar, tucking his beautiful love into the bunk before climbing in next to her, caressing her wet blonde hair.  Nissa clung to Pedar's chest, pressing her cheek against his hairy torso.
 
"I'm scared.  What if someone finds out the Queen's gone?  They might try to kidnap her or worse."
 
"I'm here, I won't let anyone harm either of you," murmured Pedar, kissing the top of Nissa's head.
 
Nissa nuzzled against her lover, taking strength from his warm presence next to her.
 
 
When the swift cutter finally reached the Tolnedran port city of Tol Murin, the Western Sea was calm and the sky was a bright blue, laced with puffy ivory clouds and shrieking white sea gulls.  Ce'Nedra stood near the bow of sleek cutter, her long curly red hair billowing in the fresh sea breeze.  She now wore customary Tolnedran garb, a white gown that clung alluringly to her slim figure, laced sandals, and her hair piled artfully atop her head.  Nissa and Pedar kept their Rivan apparel, Nissa in a grey wool dress and short boots while Pedar wore his armor and cord- bound wool leggings.
 
"Home," murmured Ce'Nedra, closing her eyes, letting the morning sun warm her smooth white skin.
 
"Where do you plan to stay, your Majesty?" asked Nissa, standing on Ce'Nedra's right.
 
"I..hadn't planned that far.  I just wanted to come home to Tolnedra," admitted Ce'Nedra with a blush.
 
"Lord preserve us," muttered Pedar, gazing up at the bright blue sky.
 
"Pedar!" hissed Nissa with a glare.
 
"It's alright," sighed Ce'Nedra, watching the bow slice through the lapping waves.  "You both might as well start calling me Ce'Nedra, we don't want to draw a lot of attention with titles and formalities."
 
"If it pleases you..Ce'Nedra, we should do something about your hair too. Those red curls are rather distinctive here in Tolnedra," said Nissa gently.
 
"Oh!  I guess they are," grinned the lovely queen sheepishly, touching a curl near her left temple.
 
"What about her name?" asked Pedar.
 
"We won't have to worry about that for long, I think we'll travel south once we reach port," mused Ce'Nedra, tapping a slim fingertip against her small chin.
 
"Why south?" asked Nissa.
 
"That's where the Wood of the Dryads is.  I really will go home," giggled Ce'Nedra happily.
 
Nissa and Pedar glanced at each other, then shrugged helplessly.
 
 
By the time the cutter had slid into an open dock, Nissa had helped Ce'Nedra dye her hair raven black.  Ce'Nedra admired herself in the mirror, pouting her sensual red lips, draping her dark mane over her right shoulder.  The queen joined her two companions, who waited patiently for her near the extended gangplank.  After paying the captain, the trio made their way through the bustling harbor district of Tor Murin.  Ce'Nedra took everything in like a first time visitor, browsing the many trading stalls, sampling the fresh pastries and sizzling meats hawked by boisterous vendors.  Pedar watched over both young women, his hand resting on the hilt of his broadsword, making sure no pickpockets dared to accost his precious charges.  Slowly, the trio traveled to the south side of the city, searching for transport to their destination. Near the south gate Pedar found a carriage service that provided rides all the way to a village near the edge of the Dryad forest.  The fees were steep, but luckily Ce'Nedra had brought plenty of coin for their journey.  The carriage would not be leaving until morning, so the companions rented rooms at one of the better inns along the main south gate boulevard.
 
Ce'Nedra and her friends ate a quiet dinner in her sitting room, then Nissa and Pedar wished the young Queen goodnight.  Ce'Nedra paced the small room which seemed full of menacing, flickering shadows.  The beautiful Dryad girl stomped into her bedroom, roughly removing her white gown and collapsing onto the small feather mattress.
 
Ce'Nedra's ears prickled when she started hearing low moans coming from the adjacent room.  She blushed when she realized Nissa and Pedar must be making love next door.  Ce'Nedra lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling while the two lovers groaned softly.
 
The lovely queen opened her short legs, pulling up the hem of the light white tunic she slept in.  She rubbed the smooth fabric of her silk panties, feeling her pussy grow hot as Nissa and Pedar coupled nearby.  Ce'Nedra moaned softly, her pale skin becoming hot, her lips trembling while she fingered her crotch, her white panties getting wet from her arousal.
 
"Garion," murmured Ce'Nedra, her forehead glistening with sweat as she slowly pulled down her panties, then placed her right hand over her pussy, spreading the folds of her puffy pink labia apart.  She pressed her index finger against her cervix, sliding the digit up and down, caressing her small clit until it quivered with lust.  Ce'Nedra bit her lower lip, the nipples of her small breasts aching with need while she pushed her finger into her moist slit, her cervix clenching greedily around the digit.
 
"Feels..good," moaned Ce'Nedra, her right hand a blur as it slid up and down her cunt, her index finger digging deep into her melting vagina.  She arched her back, thrusting her pussy onto her exploring hand, her tits pumping beneath her thin shirt.  The beautiful Dryad rolled onto her right side, facing the wall separating her from the writhing lovers, listening to their husky groans while she fondled herself between her slim thighs, her fingers dripping with her sticky honey.  Ce'Nedra gasped as she orgasmed, her cunt throbbing as spurts of her pussy juices splattered over her palm.  She removed her right hand from her crotch, bringing the glistening digits to her mouth, tentatively placing them between her lips, savoring the sweet taste of her own vaginal fluids. 
 
Ce'Nedra was still licking her fingers when she heard Nissa climax, the girl's shout making Ce'Nedra's pussy become wet again without conscious thought. Ce'Nedra left her discarded panties on the floor, her skin burning hot at the thought of sleeping with her pussy bare to whoever might come upon her. Nestling her head over her soft pillow, Ce'Nedra fell asleep, warm and content, anticipating her reunion with her Dryad sisters.
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