Ann & Finn

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Finn bowed to the throne solemnly, with Ann beside him. She was a second too late. He wanted to reprimand her then and there, to not test their patience. The meeting had almost been a near disaster. First, with the court claiming war with Ilian - his homeland - was inevitable. The queen had been silent, actually considering what the brainless advisors tried to demand. With some small persuasion, Finn had managed to wrest the idea out of her head, burning quite a bit of goodwill. The Lady First, Princess of the Empire of Santok and daughter-heir to the Sindok Dynasty, Elaine, had not been pleased at all. The glares she sent his way promised of a correction. But her mother's word was still law.

It was her they met on the grounds outside of the palace later that evening. The court-mage, Lidrian, was strolling with her. Finn was certain the meeting had been instigated by the witch, who according to his sources, was a remarkable Illusioner. After bowing to her, he immediately apologized, "You must understand where I'm coming from, Lady First. War isn't desirable at all."

"I do," the princess' tone was cold. "But I still wonder why you seek our hospitality if you are so remarkably against what her Royal Highness desires. The more days that pass, the more hostile is your presence in the Sindok court. At least, that's what one hears."

The likes of him did not need subtlety, apparently. There was no love lost between Santoks and llianers. That peculiar half-smile was on her face. Finn remembered a bard singing of that sweet, almost-smile at a disreputable inn. The princess was marvelously beautiful, and she took advantage of that beauty in every possible way. The shimmering dress she wore today was emerald green, complimenting well with her green, cat-like eyes. The dress was cut so low that it was difficult to focus on her eyes, but he made himself do so. The traditional shawl she wore was a shade lighter, covering her loose auburn hair. He was about to reply, but Ann did so first, "It's only been a few days, my Lady First. Surely your hospitality can extend a couple of more days."

Dismissively, the princess turned away, quietly speaking, "See that you leave then. I have more important business than trying to convince Ilianer outlanders to stay out of Santok business. Be glad you haven't had your heads lopped off."

With that, she strolled away, the mage sending Ann a glare that Finn thought might be a curse. She was almost as pretty as the princess herself, but wore the traditional dark robes of a court mage, with nothing accentuating her curves. As soon as they were out of earshot, Ann whispered, "That woman's gown would've fallen off had you given it a small tug..."

"Is that all you can think about? I'm pretty sure we've been banished!"

"Yeah. You should've kept your mouth shut at court."

"And risk war with our homeland?"

"Better than that wench smirking at us."

Finn leaned on a nearby balustrade, gazing at the gardens from the ornamental bridge. Nearly a quarter of the plants were bioluminescent. A lavish show, much more impressive to him than the parties the queen threw every night. Unfortunately his duties had prevented him from exploring the grounds more than he would've liked. Ann, staring at the receding forms of the princess and mage, whispered, "I'm horny tonight."

"What a surprise. You've been horny every night since we arrived here!"

"I'm horny for her."

"The woman practically sleeps with her mage. I thought we'd decided that it was best to ignore her for our... adventures."

She tapped him lightly on the shoulder, "Don't be so gloomy. I know you want her too. Why don't I do a little test with the ring?"

"Test?"

"Yes. A safe way to determine whether this mage of hers can fight back our artifact."

"And if this... test results in your head getting chopped off?"

"Then you can carry it back home and bury it. I say it's worth the risk!"

Finn sighed. Ann could be notoriously unbearable if she didn't get what she wanted. Exasperated, he said, "We can content ourselves with the Second, or Third princess. Maybe both. We don't-"

"Ugh, why are you so terrified of her?"

"Because I don't want to get executed!"

"I will get executed. And if I don't, you get the princess for the rest of our stay here. I know how badly you want her. Don't deny it."

"I do, but-"

"The temple room close to princess' chambers? Hide in there so I can test the ring. Be there in an hour. If I'm not back for a couple more, steal a horse and flee."

With that, she disappeared into the night.

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Sometimes, Finn wondered how Ann had managed to become a master spy, leader of the White Claw, being so brash. It had only taken her about three years to attain that rank. Finn himself had spent a better part of the decade forming his own organization. Maybe the brashness helped. It had certainly done so tonight.

Ann had sneaked in, picked open the door after Lidrian had locked it, and let herself out to get word to him. They had waltzed right into the antechamber, and were currently hidden behind a large, gilded chair which he only presumed was a backup throne. Cold mage-light spilled out of the door ahead of them, which was partially open. A variety of noises filtered out of that slash. Ann guessed a ward had been placed, distorting any sounds that managed to make it out.

"Alright," he whispered. "Go in now?"

"I think there may be more than the two of them in there."

"How?"

She looked at him as if he were crazy. Shaking her head, she said, "Monumental decision tonight. The Lady First's faction is obviously having a meeting in her rooms, trying to figure out their next move. I'll bet Lady Halima would be in there, as well as Lady Min. We may have struck gold."

Finn swallowed. The thought had passed through his head, but he'd refused to dwell on it. He was beginning to feel his cock stir, imagining how he would have his way with all of them. So deep was he in his thoughts that he missed Ann's next words. He asked her to repeat herself, and she answered, "Thinking with your cock again? I said, 'should we?'"

He felt his face color, but nodded, sneaking alongside her to the door. He opened his mind to the ring, and felt himself disappear. The witch would most certainly have placed a ward around the room, but so far, the artifact had ignored every single one of the protective charms they'd crossed; as if they hadn't existed at all. And for some bizarre reason, the rings only worked in tandem. They had to be within a certain proximity to each other, and had to be worn by two different people. The restrictions were barely worth considering. Their subterfuge had gained a legendary status among people in espionage. In fact, Finn was almost certain that the princess knew who they were. The reason for her animosity towards them was quite clear when seen in that light.

Once they disappeared, Ann slid through the crack, and he followed. The door creaked slightly as he did so, but he ignored it and walked all the way in. The indecipherable chatter snapped and silence followed.

The bedchamber was quite large, filled to the brim with curious artifacts, which were no doubt another layer of security. There was an altar of their heathen God next to the fireplace. A large bed dominated the end of the room. It was tradition for royalty to sleep with their mages. But in Finn's opinion, the only people who kept to that ritual were simply horny.

The princess was sitting on her bed, sipping a cup of red wine. She hadn't yet bothered to take her clothes off, and the cold light made her dress shine even more than in the court. Pacing around the room was the mage. Her head had whipped at the direction of the door as he'd entered, but she had only looked for a second before dismissing it. Obviously she trusted her wards far too much. She'd already changed into her nightgown, which emphasized her ample breasts. Her long hair reached all the way to the hips. Finn reluctantly looked away from her poking nipples to the other women in the room.

There was Lady Halima, as expected, kneeling next to the princess and staring up at her face. She had dark hair, which abruptly ended in curls at her shoulders. The gown she wore barely covered her dark skin. The woman was frequently referred to as the court whore. In Ann's words, "She would probably choke herself on a beggar's cock if it gave her a slight advantage over her political rivals."

Finn had discounted such talk. The woman obviously only slept with men when the need presented itself. And if she enjoyed it, who was he to complain? The last woman leaning against the false door concealed in the fireplace. Leilwin. Ann chuckled after noticing her. The elf served as a cook in the kitchens, but careful, sensual eavesdropping with the rings had revealed that she was in fact, the Royal Spymaster. Despite it not being necessary to do so anymore, Ann whispered, "Now why is our dear Spymaster in the princess' chambers? Do you think they're going to make a go for the queen?"

"Why would they?"

"Why wouldn't they? I say we fuck these notions out of the elf before she can act on them! The queen is an ally."

"Hilarious. And you'll go for the princess and her mage both?"

"Why wouldn't I? I did all the hard work to get us this far. It's only fair if I have them first."

"Why don't you look at the elf? Just look at those marvelous thighs, those pointy ears. That height-"

"Ugh. Toss a coin."

He drew a silver coin out, and said, "What about poor Halima?"

"I mean, we can have her without the rings-"

"I'll take her."

"Why is your taste in women so bad?"

"Why are you so jealous of my taste in women?"

"You know how lame that sounds, right? I'm taking the mage."

"Predictable."

"Whatever. Just don't blame me if she decides to blast the room with lightning or something."

Ann had always liked messing with mages. She claimed they were always too haughty for their own good, and definitely had a point. Lidrian had been nothing but an absolute pain in the ass ever since they'd stepped foot in the city. Each audience with the princess had been denied because the witch had decided so. Not that the princess would've let them close anyway, but still.

As he drew close to the kneeling Halima, he realized the conversation had resumed. He got down on his knees beside her as he heard a gasp from Lidrian. The princess was speaking, "The idea has merit. But too long... It'll take far too long."

"You of all people should know that about politicking, my Lady First," the Spymaster spoke up. Her queer elvish accent made it difficult to understand her. "The queen is adamant about wasting resources on war. You could carve out quite a bit of territory for yourself if this goes through."

Finn was very interested in what they were saying. But at the moment, the curls around Halima's shoulders drew all his attention. He trailed his finger on her exposed collarbone, drawing it around her neck and gathering her hair into a bundle. She wouldn't feel what he was doing to her, except in a vague way. Finn still wasn't quite certain on how exactly the rings worked.

He watched her lips as she spoke softly, "My Lady First, if we-'' his lips touched hers, sending a tingle down his body. She visibly shivered as she went on, "-if we wait too long, others might-" his hands traveled down her back and around her slim waist. The gown was split around her belly, exposing her belly button, which he trailed his finger around. She swallowed before continuing, "-the others might decide to snap their jaws around this chance."

The princess probably assumed that her subject was nervous upon broaching this subject further, so she did not speak out on Halima's odd behavior. He cupped her face, staring into her dark eyes. She was breathing just a touch faster, unnoticeable to any but her. Carefully, he crawled behind her back and put his arms around her shoulders, capturing her in a hug. He felt himself stiffen further as he did that, but was enraptured enough to not care. The woman was still as stone, probably wondering what on earth was going on with her body. He parted her hair and lightly kissed her on the neck, traveling upwards, eventually reaching the back of her ear. She was clearly breathing fast now, but the princess was too busy in her thoughts to pay notice.

Pulling back, he looked over to see Ann's progress. The mage was still pacing about, but her posture was visibly stiff. Walking next to her, Ann freely massaged her small tits, occasionally pinching the nipples. Noticing him, she rolled her eyes and said, "Pervert."

"I'm not the one fondling someone's breasts while they do important work."

"Whatever. At least mine is wearing down... and there she goes."

Lidrian arranged herself on one of the massive chairs, wringing her hands. Ann lightly set herself on the armchair. The chair was big enough for two to fit snugly, and her hands went on groping her tits once more. Despite her discomfort, she stated, "None of this has to be decided tonight, my Lady First. You are exhausted from fighting phantoms in the dark. I would highly suggest waiting at least a month, send me out again to-"

"This was decided. You are not leaving my side."

"Very well, then. Take a month. The Net can gather information. Ahem. Gather what needs to be done. You haven't recovered from last week yet, and I fear you... never will if you keep going on like this."

The woman had great restraint, Finn thought. Ann had unstrung her own blouse, and already shoved a nipple inside the high mage's mouth. His own target hadn't had much, but was clearly aroused. The quickened breathing, the way she kept shifting her legs. He was glad he'd picked Halima. Perhaps she did sleep with anyone for her to get aroused so quickly. Leilwin spoke up, "You might be right Lidrian, but a month... I would suggest a week, no more. My Lady First, the entire reason we called a meeting so late, risking me coming out in the open was so we could make a decision. Waiting more will make things worse."

"If I may speak," Halima's voice was little more than a hoarse whisper. Upon the princess' nod, she went on, "It is your... safety, your well-being that formed this council. Inheriting the throne..." she clenched her jaw as Finn began stroking her thigh. "... Inheriting the throne might not be the best way of doing that."

A deadly silence filled the room, except for Ann's grunts as she tried to pull off her ridiculous clothes. Finn whispered, "Shush. You're absolutely ruining the moment."

She stopped and grabbed one of Lidrian's breasts. With a smirk, she said, "What? Afraid your pick will get executed for treason?"

"No, I-"

"Hurry before our harem decides it's time to sleep and split up, fool."

He rolled his eyes, but stood, undoing his trousers. The Spymaster, after some time, whispered, "Treason."

The princess was staring at Halima with a level gaze. Eventually she sighed, "Not treason. I trust Halima to speak her mind. Maybe... maybe we are going too far. Maybe there really are no threats to my person. How worse could it be to be ruled by another sister?"

As his half-erect penis flopped out, he noticed Halima's sagged shoulders began to rise again. Ann, now sitting on Lidrian's thighs, grunted, "This woman has some thighs. Concealed under all that fabric."

"She looks so surprised."

"Probably wondering if there's a spy inside," she leaned in for another kiss, gently tugging the mage's hair. As she pulled back, she shoved one of her nipples in her startled mouth once more, saying, "You're going to stand there until you go limp?"

Finn shook his head and positioned himself in front of Halima. First, he gently caressed her face with his cock. He rubbed it all over her, and she reached up multiple times to scratch herself. He let her do it, and once he was satisfied with that, he lifted his dick and fondled her face with his balls, eventually getting her mouth wide enough open to drop them inside while he stroked himself leisurely with one hand, while with the other, he stroked her hair.

The princess' voice from behind him made him jump, "You cannot be forgiven for no crime, Halima Darvish. I suggest we meet again tomorrow. Come now, let's end this as sisters, as we always were. Lidrian, set the table."

Ann was forced to stand as the witch moved to the antechamber. Instead of following her though, she walked over to Halima's side, putting her hands on her shoulders. At his questioning look, she just shrugged. There was a twinkle in her eyes that made Finn nervous. He nearly pulled out, but stopped as Ann said, "Just wait."

Elaine, reading a letter distractedly, said, "Rise, Halima. Join them at the table for a bit."

He felt the woman's muscles tense as she tried to get up, but Ann's grip was strong. Halima's tongue flicked wildly over his balls as she struggled to comprehend what was happening. Waves of pleasure rolled through him as her tongue roamed over his balls. He groaned while Ann chuckled, "Poor girl. Just look at her face. This could be the end of her political career."

Just then, she let go, leaving Finn to hurriedly jump back as she stood. His penis collided with Elaine's hand, and she snapped it back, looking at Halima. The woman had drool running down her face, which she hastily wiped off. An enquiring look passed on Elaine's face, "Are you alright, Darvish?"

"Yes, my Lady First. I must apologize for being so distracted. Everything just worries me so much."

The Lady First did not seem convinced, but she nodded and returned to her letter. Ann watched her leave and sighed, "Damn. Do you wonder if she sleeps with women?"

"Probably does. Even if she doesn't actually like them. I, for one, am pining for the princess."

"That little touch not enough for you?"

"If you're thinking of doing something, you better stop now."

She gave him a grin and they entered the antechamber together, where conversation flowed in hushed tones between the women. This time, Finn took his place behind Leilwin, as she had opted for no drink. She was instead sipping on the alchemical fruit juice that was popular around the city, an early version of which was attributed to Lidrian herself. Possibly a night shift? Given how many guests were at the palace at any given time, he assumed that the kitchens would have the cooks working all night.

"Not necessarily," she was saying. "The Ladrians have never shown interest in textiles; that much is certain, yes. But families switch interests all the time. It is not uncommon to see if you've lived as long as I have. Especially among humans."

Sitting across from her, Halima choked on her drink. Ann had decided to thrust her nipple inside her mouth just as she was swallowing. Apologizing profusely, Halima dabbed at her lips while Ann began loosening her blouse. Finn gaped at her. This was a great risk with the high mage in the room with them, but at his objection, Ann only winked snidely before resuming. The dress was so snugly bound to Halima that as the lace came off, her nipples nearly popped out.

"Oh God!" her hands flew to her neck as she struggled to tie the lace again from the tangle that had formed. "I must've been off my mind when I tied this. Forgive me..."

Her job was made much more difficult because Ann kept pushing her tits, almost wrestling with her fingers. The poor woman was nearly sweating when Ann finally released her. She still stammered out apologizes while Lidrian tried to tell her that it was not necessary. The elf was the only one who wasn't flustered. A hundred-odd years of embarrassment had probably flushed out all the shame she would've felt at such an occasion.