Ren Fair Part III: In Service of her Ladyship

After dressing Shy and fixing her hair, the maidens led her to another room. This room contained lavish furniture and rows of books. Shy took a seat by the window, wonder what had happened to her. She thought about the reserved young woman she had been, never one to show public affection, always having to have the lights out before having sex. Her dress was stylish, yet conservative. Shy sat lost in thought as she watched the sun setting before her. Something had changed in her. For better or worse was yet to be seen, but something had changed. Not only was she nearly eight hundred years in the past, but her whole personality was different. Shy blushed thinking about all of the things she had done, things she would have never actually done in real life. It was as if her dreams and fantasies were surfacing and coming true, and it all started when she had bought the dress from the woman at the fair. Shy fingered the necklace she wore. It was a blue opal, set in sterling silver with what the sales woman had called Celtic knots. A fairy stone that is what the sales woman had told her when she sold it to her, a fairy stone set in silver Celtic knots. She felt the coolness of the stone as she sighed. Her mind and body were torn between her desire to feel the freedom she was feeling or return to the safety and comfort she had before. Not once did it dawn on her the possibility of maybe having both in her life. It was not the way she had been raised, it was not what her parents had instilled in her.

So lost was Shy in her thoughts she had not heard the door open. Jerking back into reality as a hand was placed on her shoulder Shy saw it was one of the maidens from earlier. The girl had been sent to fetch Shy to the great hall where dinner was being served. Shy fell in step behind the girl following her down the stairway into the great hall. Shy stood in awe, this room was larger than her whole apartment. An enormous table ran down and across three walls of the hall. People filled almost every seat as platters of food were delivered by servants and placed on the tables. Ladies in flowing gowns, men in brightly colored tunics and britches. Children ran and played around and beneath the tables. Laughter and gaiety echoed off the stonewalls. Along the wall behind the head table were tapestries showing great battles and the history of the family Milligan. Lord Milligan stood as Shy entered. He waited until he was sure he had Shy’s attention before announcing her arrival to the guests. Taking a thick short staff he pounded the table; pausing he looked at Shy, and introduced her to the room full of guests as she was escorted to the head table, taking a place beside her Ladyship. Soon there was music and dancing to entertain them as they ate. Platters of meat and vegetables, cheeses, large loaves of bread and bowls of fruits. Pewter plates, goblets and flowers decorated every table. Shy did not understand the importance of the reception. Little did she know that she possessed something which was desired by many, but only few had ever seen.

Lady and Lord Milligan laughed and chatted with Shy throughout dinner. Everyone enjoyed the dancing and merriment provided for entertainment. Shy was also very, very conscious of the hand that rested on her thigh the whole time. Near the end of the meal Lady Milligan rose from the table taking Shy by the hand, excusing them both she led Shy from the room. Holding Shy’s hand Lady Milligan led her up the stairway turning to the right away from the room Shy had been in before. Walking to the door at the far end of the hall Lady Milligan opened it allowing Shy to enter first. Shy caught her breath at the opulence of the room. A huge four-posted bed was centered on the far wall, surrounded with rich draperies on brass rings. The bed itself was large enough to sleep at least four with plenty of room to spare. Thick pillows piled on the bed, which was covered by a most enticing quilted bedspread. The rich dark colors complimented by the thick rugs and tapestries which covered the floor and walls. A full-length mirror of polished silver hung on one wall beside a large vanity table. Matching chairs rested under the window on the other wall, between which sat a table laden with wine and fruit. Candles glowed from all round creating a warm, inviting, romantic atmosphere. Lady Milligan took Shy by the hand pulled her close before placing her hands on either side of her face tilting it slightly before lowering her lips to Shy’s. As their lips met, Shy felt a shiver run through her body starting with her lips and growing outwards until she felt it from head to toe. Lips, softer than she had ever known, lay lightly on her own. A tongue tip danced across them as Shy parted her lips slipping her own tongue outwards to capture that of Lady Milligan. Soon their tongues were entwined, only to quickly part and return, this time in a duel of lust, each parrying and thrusting to be the first to explore the mouth of the other. Time seemed to stand still as the kiss filled them both with the heat of passion, stoked with each exchanged breath,. Fires of desire growing from deep inside, yearning to burn bright, to rage unfettered, unbridled. Much too soon their kiss broke, each panting from lack of breath and an abundance of lust.

Shy started to say something to Lady Milligan when she told her in a low husky voice that this was not the time to be proper, her name was Lilith, however Shy could call her Lily. Returning to her lips Lily slowly unlaced the dress slipping it off Shy’s shoulders, her mouth moving to her neck and shoulder as she did. Lips teasing with gentle nips of her teeth Lily slid the under-dress off working her way down Shy’s body until she reached her breasts. Gently cupping her breast Lily feasted on Shy’s nipples, running her tongue across them before wrapping her lips round them. As she sucked her nipples Lily’s hands roamed over Shy’s body enjoying the silky smoothness of her skin. At this point Shy was arching her back, pushing her breasts into Lily’s mouth and hands, a soft mewing spilling from her lips as she yearned for more. Whispering Lily’s name Shy put her hands on her shoulders, guiding her to the source of her heat, the very core of her fire. Pulling the under-dress away from Shy’s body, Lily next untied her slippers, all the while staring in rapt fascination at the wonderful hairless prize that awaited her. Easing Shy down on the edge of the bed Lily opened pushed her thighs apart as she licked and kissed her way back to Shy’s now glistening lips. Pausing she inhaled the fragrance of Shy’s womanhood. Shy could feel her breath on her swollen lips, moaning she reached down to pull Lily closer, pushing her hips up to meet her lover’s lips. Just as Lily lowered her head to take, her first taste a pounding came at the door, followed by the entry of several of Lord Milligan’s guards.