Four floors below that was all storage. They had hoists for supplies brought up on pallets from outside. The supplies were then easily pushed with magic rollers, and pallet and all went into the storage rooms.
For three floors after that, they couldn’t enter. The ‘steammaker’ that heated the cooking areas and brought hot and cold water to the tower was massive and Remy said she only seen the door opened once.
Below the ‘steammaker’ were two cold storage rooms. The one on top could make you see your breathe. The one on the bottom was kept freezing. Remy noted that by now they were at ground floor and below was a scary torture chamber that Marcos used on nobles. Inside were prison cells and sharp things that it hurt to look at. The tunnel under the walkway went straight to the door of the room. The tunnel was guarded on the castle side.
She spoke of the Nymphs on her way up. “The Nymphs change from ethereal, to flesh and blood, or ghostlike. They can look girlish or mature but never quite human. The Nymphs never actually speak but they do giggle. Still, they somehow communicate effectively if they want something. The two tree nymphs are more shy than mischievous. They usually came out together at night or are visible lounging under the trees during the day. They might find their way into rooms through the balcony but they rarely descend further. Usually, they’ll come in and arouse and seduce a woman at night while they sleep.” Remy said looking at Kaarthen sideways.
“The rock nymph however, is very curious and mischievous. Marcos had to use magic to wed it to the tower’s stone so it is not completely natural. It bullies whom it can with childish pranks. It is liable to turn up anywhere and has been witnessed all around the Citadel. It is funny how whenever they are mentioned, or sighted Marcos always acts surprised and paranoid, and then orders a search anyway. He seems convinced that the Nymphs shouldn’t be able to leave the tower despite watching them play in the gardens below numerous times.” Remy chuckled at the thought.
“Many of the women think that they breed somehow. There seems to be much more then just three of them. We estimated perhaps a dozen were around. In the summer, the Nymphs attract sprites that float around the trees and in the palaces gardens. They should be doing that sometime soon again. The Queen has a water nymph in her private fountain apparently, but that’s just a rumor.” Remy said as they arrived back where they started.
Remy found among the bored women, someone who could get a dress that fit onto Kaarthen’s massive frame.
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Below as Kaarthen toured and the others cleaned, Marcos lay on the bed in his room and enjoyed a wonderful blowjob from Sune. She curled in between his legs and lovingly bobbed onto him. Her wide mouth suckled him masterfully as he fought the urge to writhe under her. Finally, he pulled her up and slung her on to the bed before him. He jumped over her as she lay back. Sune usually received his attention in her oversized ass. She was pleasantly surprised when he slid into her seldomly used pussy.
He barely seemed aware of anything as he lay over her and pounded her through blazing orgasms as she kissed and licked him. She tried her best to urge him despite being almost completely out of control herself.
His own climax made her wrap her arms and legs around him instinctively as her pussy milked him and her hips rolled into him. His hot cock bulged and pulsed within her. The feeling of hot cum spreading and pooling inside her as he locked tight onto her pushing deeper was perfect. She felt fulfilled, like she knew on some level she got what she wanted. She dug her head into his shoulder nuzzling him thankfully and stroked his back and neck as he gave her his share.
“Oh thank you Master you gave me so much.” She cooed. “With you permission, I would like to keep this wonderful gift from the others and have my first daughter.” She milked him and rolled her hips trying to keep him inside of her.
She watched him grin and smiled back uncertainly hoping for his answer. “You may certainly. Let us bathe together and prepare for dinner.” He said as he moved on to the washrooms.
Giddy, Sune followed him and ran past to start a hot bath.
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Kaarthen was dressed in a diaphanous black dress with white silk underneath. On Marssel, a woman with straight black silky hair, catlike green oval eyes, who stood more then a head shorter, it was a floor-dragging gown. Marssel was Sune’s quiet sister. Her mouth seemed only slightly narrower and her eye’s were a darker blue green. She had a very large ass like her sister. She had a daughter already, and had the largest set of breasts of any woman in the tower. She mentioned her child with pride and caressed her substantial bosoms as she chatted and looked through clothes.
Remy had mentioned something about her attempts before Marcos left to get pregnant as they got Kaarthen dressed. She hoped for another turn now that he had returned. Kaarthen got the idea that pregnancy was the women’s immediate goal. When she asked the two they giggled about the duties and pride of being mothers. They spoke of how women like Aliss’ mother have had many daughters. Not all stay, but they usually return to have their own children. Few of the women have sisters in the tower. It is considered good luck to have another around incase anything happens. Kaarthen could understand that unconsciously, blood continuity, was their real goal. They understood that as Marcos’ specimens they must have children to provide the next generation of exotic perfection.
They didn’t all directly work for Marcos. Some women took their abilities and made fortunes with their beauty or intellect. All women from the tower at the very least had better health, concentration, learning, a more complete understanding of history, and the ability to read over their competitors. Their long studied abilities with blades, unarmed combat, and the timing and uses of various poisons made them strong and ruthless competitors in any arena. Kaarthen found that many of the women lived in Dar Delis, or Pessilberg for a time. Usually, they then branched out as ship captains, brothel madams, and rich merchants in cities around the world.
Internally, the Goddess mused in its corner of her mind over how wonderful these women were. It considered these women to be excellent models of Sisterhood. It told Kaarthen not to worry about pregnancies. She was already pregnant it said congratulating her. The news didn’t really surprise her.
The women looked at other dresses and accessorized. Marssel helped Kaarthen once they realized the dress would not do. They wrapped and pinned up black silk to hide her legs, and continue the dress to the ground. The work was first rate and made Kaarthen less savage and more graceful.
They continued to dress her and spoke of the latest rumors and gossip of the Queen. She was a distant relative of the tower’s women and apparently, she and her daughters benefited from the superiority. Few could tell her age, when Kaarthen asked, she was told it was the Queen’s secret.
The women all had extravagant jewelry. Marssel had the best matching set since they were counter colored. She had Kaarthen dressed a pure silver. A matching spider web necklace and bracelets made her look even less of a barbarian.
She followed her new handlers down to the large dinner room past the library level. Inside, the women had covered trays all around the giant table. A dozen of the nineteen children stood against the wall with a matronly woman. The girls were all very well behaved as they followed their aunts with bright eyes. Several were shy when Kaarthen got close. She could see that all of these girls would be exotic and extremely beautiful as they grew. They watched her with wonder in their eyes though none actually spoke.
Remy had mentioned in her tour that at any given time the children are about half the numbers of adults. Right now, their numbers for adults are slightly lower than average.
“Some of the daughters opted not to stay when they turned twenty. Despite the fact that they would marry older then the average of those outside, some women want to take the chance. Marcos has the girl become a maiden of the Queen so she can have a room in the Citadel. Marcos picks out men that he thinks the woman would like. To see them, he had them stand before the walkway so the girl can pick from the crowd. Usually many men are around for the chance. It usually does not take too long before she is off and married.” She said looking around the table.
“Other women become bodyguards for the Princesses or the Queen. I have two sisters. Both are in service as the princesses’ Battle maidens.” Remy announced. “My mother is a Sister at the Red temple. When I have children, they will likely be the Hjordis or Battle maidens of a future queen or princess.”
Remy leaned in and continued. “Other women serve Marcos from the shadows. They send information from brothels he owns in cities, or palace harems throughout the world.” Remy said conspiratorially. “Augussi is one who actually kills for his service. She has an apartment out in the city and does things out there with her skills. She is not unique. A few others protect the tower from the outside.”
They all sat together with Marssel on her left quietly leaning in to listen. Kaarthen’s hand felt the weight of her breast rubbing against her. The weighty flesh was firm yet soft. With a shift, she could feel the naked flesh of Marssel’s cleavage resting on the back of her arm. Remy continued, and talked about all the threats to the tower.
“Every couple of years someone attempts to kidnap a woman from the tower usually on the way to the temple. They are slavers or others who figure on taking a pretty woman.” She said disgustedly. “The distraction is enough to have every woman trained not just in self-defense, but death arts. Marcos had long ago given up teaching fools not to play around. His current mindset is the obliteration of any who touch or threaten his women.” She finished proudly.
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