Chapter 9 Objects of Desire
Isla Oveja.
There were nine islands on which lived people from the kingdom of Costa Lunas. White Stockings, her rider and passenger had passed the five eastern islands looking for flags on their towers to indicate that they had messages that needed to go to the royal castle. After hours of flying, no flags had been seen and the young Pegasus was tiring. They landed on the sixth island which lay directly south of the royal castle. It was called Isla Oveja after the large sheep herds.They both needed to urinate, eat, and drink water. The castle servants had provided well for them. The peoples here were descended from a northern tribe. They did not worship th Pegasi as many in the royal islands, but afforded great respect to the brave riders. Chara insisted on petting one of the many sheep near the tower afterwards. The large green pastures covered nearly the entire island that sat well above the sea.
Floriano spoke suddenly and impatiently: We must go. If we are late to the nest, Master Rider Nestor will not yell at you in front of the others. He only yells at riders.
Chara indignantly: We arrived early. No island had any messages today because almost everyone who knows how to write is in the royal castle talking to the other nobles. The Islas de Luz almost never have messages, and Isla Piedras never has anything. We will be fine. This island is beautiful and we can spend some time here.
White Stockings thought in his mind: The bipedal maiden is right.
Chara spewed out her words: She just agreed with me, did she not? I saw her looking at you, and you were looking a little far away for a second the way riders do when a Pegasus thinks to them. We can stay until the bell rings at four. Half an hour flight to the Luces, a little more for Isla Piedras. No messages, and we will be back in the nest before full sunset.
Floriano sounded irritated: And when we do not have messages, but we do not arrive early at the nest, how do I explain it to Nestor? Do you ever think of consequences? Will you ever grow up?
Chara loudly: Scared little bitch!
Floriano sat on the grass next to the girl and looked at the sheep that she was scratching. His wavy black hair was held in a long braid. His young face was deeply tanned from years of flying. Most women would call him cute but in an odd fashion.
Chara in a soft voice: Look, she is enjoying it. Women really like attention sometimes.
Floriano grunted rather than speak as he often did.
White Stockings took off easily from the large island just as the tower bell rang four times. They passed the Luces well before the fifth bell and saw no flags. When the sun was becoming lower in the west, they approached Isla Piedras, far to the southwest of the stone nest. Very few Pegasi ever landed here as the island was used as a prison for those the king chose to forget.
White Stockings thought urgently: I see a flag in the tower.
Floriano shouted: SHIT!
Chara screamed her uestion: What?
Royal chambers of King Aloisio.
A royal page of the king opened the great door and held it for the young blonde maid. He was dressed in silk and wore a soft leather doublet that showed the royal banner. She was dressed in a simple grey dress that marked her as a common servant. She entered and placed the tray on a large table with gold and silver details. She turned to leave quickly, but the voice stopped her.
King Aloisio in a groaning voice: Is there wine?
The maid meekly: Yes, of course, Your Excellency.
The naked king approached the table and sat on a chair with goose-feather cushions and wood decorated with gold and gems. King Aloisio was quite tall, and his body showed signs of years of rich food and excesses of wine and ale. He was somewhat overweight, and it was hard to find a muscle in his arms. His skin was ivory, his hair was almost black, and his eyes were so dark that the whites were almost blue. They were the same eyes as his father, Reynaldo the Conqueror. For twenty years Aloisio had ruled with fear and harshness. His face was as handsome as that of his father and his manhood was the size of the forearm of the young maid in front of him. He looked at the rich and abundant food but only grabbed the golden wine goblet.
King Aloisio bemused: Why are you staring at the wall, girl? Do you dislike your king so much that you do not desire to look at him?
The maid fearfully and hesitantly: No, my king. I am sorry. I have never seen the penis.
The royal hand moved quickly to put down the goblet and grabbed her small mouth with all the strength he had.
King Aloisio shouted at her: A penis! A penis! You need to speak the language of the king properly. Look at it! Do you need a closer look?
The other royal hand grabbed her small shoulder and pushed her to her knees in front of him.
King Aloisio in a calm voice: The honey of Puerto Blanco is famous throughout my kingdom. They say that in the streets below White Hall, people suck honey from a honeycomb in the summer.
A few small tear began to fall from her blue eyes. The king liked it when the young maids cried.
King Aloisio in a sinister tone: There is honey inside my cock. If you stop sucking me before my honey is in your mouth, I will kill your family in front of you. I can take everything from you. Do you understand? You will do as your king commands.
He started eating slowly. He had come twice the night before. He lasted a long time before coming again.