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Courtesan	By : Lasski Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 15072 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter One - The Courtesan

Courtesans are the most educated women in the world.

We can't go in there...
                Ladies can't go in there... courtesans can.

I confess I find more ecstasy and passion than in prayer... such passion is prayer...
                I confess I embrace freedom over a wife's obedience...
                                I pray still to feel the touch of my lover's lips...
                                                I do not repent my life.
- A Destiny of Her Own -

                Sarah let a smile play along her lips as she entered the dancing hall, head held up high and aware of every look that swung her way. She resisted the urge to smooth over the dark blue silky material of the dress she wore. Such an action would bring attention to the bodice that dipped down and to her hips where the dress flared out and to the ground. She wanted to save such an action for later when it would be vital for an advantage.

                She surveyed the crowd and instantly located Zekial mingling with a group of the high lords from court. He raised his glass slightly and inclined his dark head in acknowledgment, black eyes gleaming in appreciation and approval of her dress. Sarah smiled in return; curiosity already peaked to what he may have planned for the night. He always had something planned.

                All around her men and women danced, fleet of foot to the exotic music. Dances in the Underground were very different from those she remembered on earth, and very different from what she had once imagined they would be. There were no fumbling boys who didn’t know the steps, no girls in tight clothing striving to be sexy. These were elegant creatures; refined, delicate, strong, powerful, alluring and nine times out of ten - dangerous and deadly. Nor was the dancing the same as from earth’s Middle Ages, never so formal and detached but just as restrained. Underground dancing was erotic, seductive undercurrents masked with preordained steps. It always seemed to Sarah that what everyone really wanted to do was screw on the floor but because they were in public they had to use dancing as a substitute. That wasn’t to say that there weren’t parties that were more orgies than anything else.

                Sarah made her way over to Zekial who instantly bowed to her on arrival and took her hand and turned her to the small circle. “Sarah my dear,” he announced, “you remember Lord Findal and Lord Ordin” Ordin and Findal were regulars of the royal court and Zekial used them shamelessly to obtain information on the other members of the everyday court.

                Sarah nodded to each man and smiled slightly, allowing them to take her hand and kiss the back of her hand. One thing she had learned early on was every part of her was a potential weapon. Only smile and laugh to a small degree - thus when you laughed completely you captured the attention of the entire room with a rich laughter rarely heard and which all desired to hear again; and when you smiled brightly the recipient felt as through they were the only worthy person in the room as no other had received such a gift. There were a range of smiles as well - the seductive smile, the secretive smile, the mischievous smile and so forth - but that was another lesson. Her wrists were dabbed with a subtle perfume so that the courtly kiss by the male teased him with the lingering scent. Another lesson was the language of perfume, what scents could induce which feelings.

                Zekial continued to introduce her to the small group: Count Hallen who had travelled five days to attend the upcoming annual summit, his worship Priest Jani of the elfin faith - goddess Nini - and high advisor to the Elfin Lord who was also here for the summit, and Lord Unril, a duke who ruled one of the outer and more barren reaches of the Underground. Zekial had prepped her on all three before the ball.

                Hallen was a sick, twisted individual, a descendant of the trolls and fae (how that one happened no one really knows and it is not something that people, especially the fae, like to contemplate), who liked to prey on small girls. The land in which he ruled over was falling into decay while he surrounding himself with riches and luxury. As a consequence of his slothful lifestyle, his laziness had also led him into political decay which is why he was attending the summit so he could fix his relations with other leaders and hopefully gain financial profit out of it.

                Unril was fae, and was just plain nasty and foul tempered. He had actually been given his position as a punishment. Very few people wanted to live in the far reaches of the Underground where few lived, the economic status poor and next to nothing grew. He had been punished for something to do with a fairy woman - no one really knows what happened.

                Both Hallen and Unril were relatively small-time and Zekial wanted to exploit their weaknesses for his own gain. Nothing major.

                Priest Jani was the target of the night. Only kings were given the agenda for the summit, all others were kept in the dark so that when they were called upon they were put on the spot and more likely the truth would come out. To let the contents of the agenda out before the day of the summit was considered treason against the High King and punishable only by death. The king of elves would have no doubt conferred with his advisor. Zekial wanted the agenda. Sarah would get it for him.

                Sarah gave Jani the full benefit of her smile, lowering her lashes a little so that her stormy eyes gazed at him in a subtle seductive look hinted with a bit of irresistible shyness. She knew she had hit her mark when he held her hand a little tighter, felt the skin warm and his lips lingered a moment longer than necessary, his nostrils flaring when inhaling the jasmine scent. The elfin race were extremely sensual creatures, the fae being the only ones more so, their senses heightened than the average creature and apart from the obvious erogenous spots, elfin ears were extremely sensitive. Pay then the right attention to them and you could bring an elf to orgasm by the ears alone.

                “The tales of your beauty does not do you justice Lady Sarah” Jani said.

                The tales of her expertise in bed did not do her justice either, but there are some experiences that cannot be put down to mere words. “You flatter me your worship, coming from one who spends his time amongst the beauty of Nini your compliment is highly valued.”

                “Do you worship the goddess, lady?”

                Sarah shook her head slightly, allowing the curled strands of hair around her face to slide against her cheeks, highlighting the rosy skin. “Alas, no. My time in the Underground is severely limited compared to my lord’s own. I have not had to chance to develop a faith.”

                “A faithless woman” Unril sneered, deliberately drawing on the double meaning.

                “And she is more faithless than most, are you not lady Sarah?” Findal drawled looking her over.

                Sarah laughed. “No more so than any other of the royal court.” She could count the number of faithful couples she knew on one hand. “But I know where my loyalties lie” she said sending a subtle meaning.

                “In bed?” Ordin said gaining a laugh from the group.

                Sarah smiled at Ordin, “my lord you and your wife should know better than anyone.” Ordin turned a nasty shade of red. Ordin’s wife had once caught them in an extremely compromising position. It had been a deliberate setup on Sarah’s part by Zekial’s order so that the wife would run into the arms of another man, who once he had his woman had paid Zekial a great favor. “After all, if the High King had not had it brought to his attention of the people who were stealing money from your keep, you might have lost your land.” Indeed Sarah had mentioned to the High king once of the money laundering setup run by Ordin himself to steal money from his own people. It was only by pure luck that Ordin didn’t go down for the fall - he had some poor bastard take the blame in said. Ordin's colour deepened and wisely kept his mouth shut after her comment. Sarah could feel Zekial’s approval.

                “Ah yes, we should all have out loyalty to the High King” Jani said, smirking at the other man’s discomfort. “But I believe the best term for your lack of religion should be termed… misguided. Perhaps we can talk while we dance my lady, if you will permit.”

                Sarah did permit and allowed the priest to take her hand and lead to the dancing couples.

                Jani pulled her close and light feet took up the steps to the dance. “I do not jest, lady. Your beauty is extraordinary” he inhaled her scent. It had been some time since he had been with a woman. Servants of Nini were not permitted to have sexual relations, but the priest broke that rule every chance he got - what good was a high position if you could not sate your desires? Unfortunately a high position also incurred a lot of work and not a lot of free time. He had promised himself pleasure before this night was through. He did not expect that the most sought after courtesan in the Underground would favour him, but he wasn’t about to pass up the chance.

                “And I did not use mere words when I said that I value your opinion my lord” Sarah returned.

                “I can see why you are highly desired… and desirable. I know that my king has expressed a desire for you company. He will seek you out before he leaves here-”

                “My lord” Sarah cut him off, “it is not the Elfin King that I want.” She looked up at him through her lashes and heard his sharp intake of breath.

                Sarah allowed him to press close to her body and dance her out onto the balcony. As soon as they were in the shadows he pushed her against the railing; his hands roughly groped her breasts and his mouth slid over her cheek seeking her mouth. There were two things any self-respecting courtesan did: one never let the customer treat you like a side-street whore; two take control. Both ensured a certain amount of respect and stopped the customer from thinking he could do anything he wanted with you - if he though that then you could be in big trouble and Zekial had purposefully shown her the broken bodies of women who had been abused and raped. It had been a hard but effective lesson.

                Sarah grabbed his hands with hers and shifted her head to the side away from him. Before he could growl his annoyance Sarah blew a thin cool stream of air into his ear, angled in such a way that it entered and swept through the delicate canals. Jani visibly shivered and for a moment his knees almost buckled before he gained control. Sarah ran her hands down over his stomach to his thighs that she felt clench hard in reaction. “Relax my lord. It would please me greatly that I would see to your pleasure before you ensure mine.”

                Hidden by the shadows Sarah turned them so that he was against the railing. Working to loosen his pants she slowly ran her tongue up the outer edge of his ear making his clutch the railing. The music continued to play inside, the chatter of hundreds of people creating a murmuring rumble. Lords and ladies merely a step away.

                “We can’t do this here” Jani panted but didn’t stop her from pulling the rest of the laces free from his pants.

                “Do you not find this exciting my lord?” she breathed into his ear and reached into his pants to cup his hardening flesh. “Knowing that at any minute we could be discovered. That the aristocracy dances but a whisper away from us.”

                “Oh goddess” Jani hissed and squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure as Sarah squeezed him.

                Sarah felt the sudden tightening of the sacs near her hand, signally his approaching orgasm. She slipped her hands from his pants and removed her presence from his personal sphere. Her sudden lack of contact had the desired effect as he came back from the edge to see where she had gone. Sarah had to leave him wanting, needed to have him frantic for her so that she could extract the needed information from him when his mind was not on his loyalty to the Elfin King.

                “Where are you going” he asked almost desperately and reached for her.

                Sarah sidestepped him. “Unfortunately my services do not come for free my lord. I belong to Lord Zekial and it is only he that can command my presence. Do to otherwise would seem… inappropriate.”

                Sarah sashayed away from the balcony feeling Jani watch her with lust radiating from him. Being at court, playing the games gave Sarah a thrill, such an adrenaline rush that she never had the need for the drugs that some did to achieve a high. Zekial had had to spend some months training her out of her cockiness when the high hit, and oh, she had made some mistakes in the younger days. She walked over to the long tables measuring nearly the length of the room and filled with exotic foods and drinks. Before Sarah could reach for the punch Zekial took the ladle from her and filled a cup for her

                “His worship looks a bit flustered my dear.”

                Sarah watched him tip a sachet of blue powder in her drink and swirl it into the liquid before handing it to her. Sarah scrunched up her nose in anticipation of the taste and tipped the contents down her throat. The contraceptive powder left a bitter favour behind and she grimaced, grateful when Zekial filled her another glass of punch to wash out the taste. “He should be. The guy is so sexually frustrated that he was ready to come in his pants inside a minute.”

                Zekial chuckled low and deep and several of the ladies nearby picked up their heads in interest at the sound. “Will you retire now?”

                “I don’t think so. I want to enjoy myself before I settle down for business.”

                Zekial smiled, “then I will develop a convenient excuse for you until later tonight shall I. If you want to have some fun before him I suggest that you go now. He seems eager to talk to me.”

                “Men!” Sarah muttered under her breath and rolled her eyes making Zekial let out another spine-tingling laugh.

                Sarah spent the next two hours moving in and out of select crowds, fending off heated, whispered advances, ignoring the glares from some of the ladies and stayed conscious of the priest looking at her across the room.

                “Enjoying yourself Sarah?” came a refined voice from behind her.

                Sarah turned slightly to see Kayla walk to her side swirling a glass of wine. Half-human, half-fey the blond haired beauty had been the top courtesan until Sarah had entered the court a year ago. Kayla despised Sarah for usurping her position. Sarah, inspired by Zekial’s arrogance, really couldn’t care. But one day things between then would come to a head, and Sarah knew exactly when that would be. Kayla had been the High King’s most favoured courtesan for the last ten years. There were bets going on as to when Sarah would take her place in the High King’s bed

                Sarah had only been a court courtesan for a little over a year since Zekial had formally introduced her on her eighteenth birthday. It had taken her a mere three months to gain her reputation as the best. Since she had stepped foot in the Underground Zekial had personally trained her to be the perfect spy and Sarah had picked everything up as if she was born to do it. On the night of her sixteenth birthday, five months after her arrival in the Underground, Zekial had taken her virginity. On earth it would have been frowned upon for a much older man to take a younger girl for a lover, especially as the age gap between them was in the hundreds, but in the Underground things were different. It was not unusual for a girl of eight years to be betrothed and wed at the age of fifteen, if not younger.

                From that night until her eighteenth birthday Zekial had also personally trained her in the arts of lovemaking. Amongst her other lessons were politics, history, arts, music, royal court rituals, and the ways of all the different species of the Underground. A guarded potion in Zekial’s care granted her immortality. Some lessons had been hard to learn but Sarah never looked back.

                Kayla gave her a bittersweet smile. “I saw you and the priest move out onto the balcony before. Trying to get him riled up are we Sarah? Think to have him pay a higher price for you? I hope you don’t mind if I claim the benefits as you don’t seem to want him anymore.”

                Sarah knew she had to get the information out of Jani tonight. She gave an elegant shrug, “if it makes you feel better to try and steal a client from me Kayla, go ahead.”

                Kayla sneered for a moment, then formed a breath-taking smile and sauntered over to the priest. Sarah watched Kayla flirt with Jani in her elegant, refined way - her technique flawless. Sarah was better. She waited for the perfect moment. For a moment Jani’s eyes scanned the room for her and as soon as he saw her Sarah smoothed the silk over her hips, bringing attention to her body and wet her lips as a reminder of what they had shared on the balcony. Sarah resisted the urge to smirk as the priest proceeded to pull away from Kayla and start towards her. In the corner of her eye she saw Zekial luring some poor woman out of the room - she would be senseless by the time he was through with her. Jani came up to her, his eyes dilated with impatient lust. Time to work.

                ***

                Sarah had spent several hours with Jani; pulling information about the summit agenda from him as easily as she gave him gave him ecstatic pleasure. He had gasped the Elfin King’s desire for more land while she sent him careening over the edge by touching his ears alone. Had panted out the Troll Council’s desire to dig dangerously further under the ground in search for items of powerful magicks and the Fairy Lord’s dissention against the act for fear the trolls would become more powerful while she stripped him and sensually slid off her own clothes. Had hissed through gritted teeth of the names of those who would be called before the high court to answer for themselves for various charges while Sarah moved over his body, sensitising his skin to her touch. He moaned out loud as Sarah dropped between his knees and took his turgid flesh in her mouth, bringing him almost to the edge of orgasm

                “What else, my lord” she breathed over him and stroked him with her hands.

                “And- and… oh goddess that feels fantastic… the um… Arg! The Goblin King-“

                For a split second Sarah froze, lost her rhythm and dizziness swamped her to the point of sickness. Jani’s body odor suddenly seemed too much and she wanted to vomit. The touch of his skin crawled where it touched hers making her want to scrub in a bath for a week and wash her mouth out with soap. With discipline born from three and half years of training she squashed the feeling and forced herself to engulf him again, determined to make him forget her momentary hesitation. Again she brought him to the edge of orgasm, took her mouth from him and squeezed the base of his shaft to prevent him from coming. Agonizingly she blew cool air over the wet flesh causing him to groan and buck up, pleading for completion.

                “What of the Goblin King?” Sarah had been pushed to the back of the mind and now Zekial’s most prized and educated courtesan and spy took her place.

                “He’s… please, please, let me come. He’s seeking inde- indepen- independence… oh goddess… for his kingdom. Wants to be separate from the high court” he rushed out in a breath.

                Sarah rewarded him by swallowing him deeply until he came. Detached for the moment from what she was doing her mind whirled. Seeking independence from the high court. Such a thing wasn’t heard of. The whole Underground belonged to the high court and to the High King. It would be like one of the states of America suddenly deciding they didn’t want to be part of the USA anymore. The equivalent of taking the ball out of football forever. It just wasn’t done. Yet there was no mistake. The Goblin King was petitioning for independence of the Labyrinth. But why?

                Another hour of sexual torture didn’t reveal the answer and Sarah was forced to move on to gather the rest of the agenda.

                Sarah left Jani in an unconscious state in the early hours of the morning. She dressed quickly and strode down the hallway. Important rules of the courtesan: never, ever stay the night unless absolutely necessary, and never, ever go to sleep in the bed in which you fucked. Zekial had made that quite clear from the beginning. The only place she was allowed to sleep was in her own bed in her own room. He had told her but once - should he ever find a client in her bed he would kill the client and beat her within an inch of her life. It was the only time he had threatened violence against her but Sarah never doubted his word for an instant.

                Zekial. His name at the moment sent anger coursing through her. Instinctively Sarah knew that Zekial already contained that little bit of information of the Goblin King coming to the high court and the red-hot rage grew in her with each step.
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