Perilous Jaunt Chapter 22
Chapter 22
Peter
We left the hot springs a few minutes after Dante went to see Santel. Before the girls brought us up to our room, though, Esme reapplied makeup to my tail. The room was very large, especially larger than the ones we stayed in at Ophylius. There was a balcony that we could go out on, which overlooked the courtyard. We didn't see the point of freezing our asses off, though, so we stayed inside. Our room also had its own personal chamber pot, just through an open doorway that had strings of red beads rather than an actual door, which I thought was pretty stupid. The bed was wide enough for four people to lay on it shoulder-to-shoulder and could fit six of me from the pillows to its end, which was a good thing because Esme and I had no choice but to share it together. Our new clothes had been placed on the end of the bed and, surprisingly, fit both us perfectly. They were even the same colors as our old clothes. I was especially grateful for a new tunic, since my old one was still stained with my makeup from when it rained outside of Tynas. We had Dante's new clothes as well, but planned on giving them to him in the morning.
We were both ready to go to sleep once the serving girls left us and we put on our new clothes, but then we noticed a table next to our bed that had two flagons of wine along with a pair glasses on it. We then decided that we deserved a few drinks after the trouble we had been through and sat down together, sitting across from one another with the table in between us. Esme sat with the wall to her left and I sat with the wall to my right.
Esme poured wine into one of the two glasses and slid it across the table to me.
"Thank you," I said, as I pulled the glass closer to me.
"No problem," Esme said, as she filled her own glass with wine.
Carefully, I brought the glass to my mouth and gulped down as much as I could. After finishing the last drops of the wine, I slammed the glass back down on the table and sighed.
"Good?" Esme asked, eyeing the wine in her glass as she raised it and set the flagon aside.
"Hell yes," I answered. "Actually, I think it's the best wine I've ever had,"
Esme continued to stare down at her drink, her ears curiously raised. "I dunno about you, but I've had some bitchin' wine,"
"Just try it!" I told her, positive that she would love it.
She shrugged and looked up at me. "All right. But, if this tastes like piss, I'm gonna have to kick your ass,"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Deal,"
The kangaroo looked back down at her drink with her eye and then raised it to her mouth, bending her head back as she chugged the wine. When she was finished, Esme banged the glass down onto the wood, just as I had. Her eye was closed and she gave a deep sigh. "Fuck me, that's good,"
"Told you so," I said and lifted the flagon to refill my glass. "Want some more?"
"Does Queen Santel like cock?" Esme asked with a grin.
I chuckled and pulled Esme's empty glass towards me, after I was finished filling my own. "I feel kinda bad for Dante,"
"Why?" Esme asked, as she watched the wine pour into her glass. "He gets to fuck a hot queen and none of us have to sleep in the snow. That's a win-win in my book,"
"I know that," I reminded her, as I finished pouring the wine and passed Esme her glass before setting the flagon off to the side. "But isn't it a little weird to sleep with someone you don't even know?"
"No," Esme said, shaking her head and grabbing her glass. "Especially if you never have to see them again,"
"I guess," I muttered and stared at the wine in my goblet, wondering how Dante was doing.
"Say," Esme said with a hint of eagerness. "Let's lighten the mood with a drinking game. Do you know how to play Drunken Dragon?"
I groaned at the idea. "Can't we just talk? I'd like to get to know you better,"
Esme grinned and took a sip of her wine. "Remember what I said about telling others your past?"
"Yeah, I do, but it doesn't have to be anything serious. Just...whatever you feel like sharing,"
Esme set her glass down. "Okay. How's about we each take a turn to say one thing about ourselves. And, before we talk, we chug a whole glass,"
"And it doesn't have to anything big," I reminded her, fearing that Esme might have asked to drink in silence if she felt I was pressuring her too much. "It can be about anything,"
"All right," Esme said and bumped her head at me. "Why don't you go first, since you'd rather talk than play Drunken Dragon?"
I smiled and shook my head as I lifted my glass. "I think talking will be a lot more interesting than some boring drinking game,"
"Boring?" Esme scoffed and leaned back in her chair to watch me guzzle my entire glass. "You've obviously never played Drunken Dragon,"
I placed my glass back down on the table and took a breath of fresh cool air. "Umm... I like wearing brown clothes because they match my fur,"
"Wow," Esme said, her ears flicking and her voice full of sarcasm. "I'm learning so much about you,"
"Like I said, it doesn't have to be anything big,"
"Fine," Esme said, picking up her drink as I refilled my glass. She swallowed all of the wine in her glass in a matter of seconds and set it back on the table before taking her turn to talk. "I lost my eye in a tavern fight. It was this big fucker that did it, too. A black bear. Nicked it with the tip of his sword,"
"Holy shit," I gasped and began to refill her glass with the flagon. "Why'd he do it?"
Esme smiled. "You never said we could ask questions,"
"Oh," I said, as I finished pouring wine into Esme's glass. "Sorry. I just-"
The kangaroo lifted her hand to show me that it was fine. "No harm done. He did it because he thought I cheated him at cards. Bastard asked for his gold back and got pissed when I didn't give it to 'em,"
"What happened then?" I asked, wondering if Esme had actually been cheating during the card game as I set the flagon down.
Esme shrugged. "My husband stabbed him in the back of the neck,"
"You had a husband?" I nearly screamed in disbelief.
"Believe it or not, I am capable of love from time to time," Esme said, just before smiling and pointing at my drink. "Your turn,"
Guessing that I wasn't going to get any further, I swallowed all of my wine in a few gulps and nearly coughed before I took my turn. "Ever since I was little, I've kind of had this idea in my head, an idea of what I want my life to be. In it, I have a husband named John, who's an otter like me. He's got green eyes and can sing pretty well. Sometimes, he even sings to me when we fall asleep together. We live in a house on the beach, which he can afford because he makes a lot of money as a merchant. And our house is so far away from Lowpive that my father never comes by to visit,"
Esme's eye softened and she gave me a small grin. "That's really nice, Peter,"
"Thanks," I said. I then looked down at the table and felt my cheeks beginning to burn a little. "I've never told anybody that before because...you know...it's kind of stupid,"
The kangaroo sat up in her chair and her ears twitched. "Why do you think it's stupid?"
I shrugged and slowly spun my glass around in between my hands. "Cause it'll never happen. Gay people can't get married and, even if we could, my dad is hell-bent on me being a king and taking a wife. I'll never be able to live on the beach or anything. Instead, I might have to sit around in Lowpive with a crown on my head and a wife that I want nothing to do with,"
"Does you dad know you're gay?"
I sighed and hunched over the table, still spinning my glass. "Yeah. He says it's nobody's business who I sleep with...but he always told me to never tell anybody. The people would rebel if they found out their king liked men...at least, that's what he always tells me,"
"You're father's a hypocrite," Esme said. "He says being gay is no big deal, but tells you to hide it? That's a bunch of shit,"
"Tell me about it," I groaned and poured myself another drink. My head began to feel airy and my chest was filled with a touch of giddiness. Must be the wine. "Your turn,"
Esme downed her glass as if it were her first and spoke. "I've had two husbands,"
"At the same time?" I asked, wondering how exactly that would work.
"No," Esme laughed and shook her head. "God, no! The two of them would have probably killed each other,"
"So," I fearfully said, unsure if it was a touchy subject. "How far apart were your marriages?"
Esme thought for a moment as I poured wine into her glass. "I got a married a second time a few months after my first husband died,"
"Huh," I grunted, figuring that I wasn't going to get anymore than that. I then drank my entire glass and took my turn. "My mother died when I was six. Our Chief Apothecary said there was something wrong with her lungs. She kept coughing up blood and crap all the time,"
"Fuck," Esme said. "That's rough,"
"Yeah," I agreed. "You know, it's one thing to see somebody die when you're old enough to understand. But, when you're a kid, you...don't know what the hell is going on. Adults try to hide it from you and say that the person dying is just sick. And, because you're a kid, you believe them. Then, one morning, you wake up and the person's gone. And you never even suspected that would happen. You thought they would be with you forever. In reality, though, the adults...they thought they were protecting you, but all they really did was make the pain worse,"
After a long empathetic stare from Esme, the kangaroo scooped up her glass and drank, drinking much slower than she did before as she kept her head straight. She then set her glass back down. "My favorite position in is doggy-style,"
At the thought of Esme on all fours, I tightly closed my eyes and desperately tried to think of something else. "Ew!"
"Hey," Esme chuckled, "you were starting to kill my buzz,"
"Jesus," I mumbled and poured myself another drink, the wine swishing around in mid-air, since my hand was having a difficult time keeping the flagon still. Am I already drunk? "I didn't need to know that,"
"You're the one who wanted to talk," Esme reminded me.
"Wanna play like that huh? Fine," I then smiled and slammed the flagon back down on the table, just before guzzling my entire cup of wine. "I've never had sex,"
Esme narrowed her eye at me from across the table and smiled, as if she thought I was just trying to mess with her. "Bullshit,"
"What? It's true!"
"Yeah," Esme agreed, sarcastically, as she pulled the flagon towards herself. "A prince, who's seventeen, has never gotten laid. What? Was the giant palace and mountains of gold a big turn off for all your boyfriends?"
She then tilted the flagon over her glass, only to see nothing come out of it. Esme then pushed it aside and picked up the second one, just before pouring a fresh stream of wine into her glass.
"I'm nineteen!"
"Whatever," Esme brushed me off. "Your cock still works, so what's the difference?"
"You really don't believe me?"
"Do I believe that a prince, who's almost twenty, has never gotten to have a nice piece of ass?" Esme asked, jokingly, setting the new flagon down between us as she did so. "Nope. Can't say I do,"
"I've never even been hit on!" I said, slightly slurring my words because I was so irritated by how she didn't believe me.
Esme laughed so hard that she nearly knocked her drink over as she picked it up. "What a load of fucking shit,"
"How is that a load of shit?" I demanded, growing more frustrated by her laughter.
"Because," Esme said, her smile growing and her eye flashing with pride, "those serving girls from earlier were about to rip your clothes off,"
The fur on the back of my neck stood up and I sat up in my chair. "What? When we went to the spring or when we came back?"
"Both times!"
I thought for a moment and smiled as I shook my head. Esme had to be messing with me. "No, they weren't,"
"Oh, yes they were!" Esme said. "You could have asked them all to blow you out there in the snow and they would've done it!"
What? Was Esme right? They did seem to like talking with me a lot and laughed at some things I said that weren't really funny, but I just thought they were being friendly. Queen Santel must have had guests from time to time and the girls probably had to be very friendly. That was part of their job! But was it possible that they were hitting on me? Then again, they didn't seem to be as friendly with Dante or Esme as they had been with me.
"Are you sure?" I asked Esme.
"Hell yeah, I'm sure!" the kangaroo shouted, as if she were offended. "I might have twenty-one years on you, but at least I know the difference between flirting and being nice,"
"I... I thought they were just really nice,"
"No," Esme smiled. "Just horny. In fact, I'm sure they'll be fingering themselves tonight while they think of you!"
The more I thought about it, the more it seemed entirely possible. I wouldn't have been offended or anything if they really had been hitting on me. They weren't bad looking, either. All three of them looked decent, I guess. Their figures were slender and tight, much like the bodies of most guys I thought were hot. Suddenly, my trousers became a little tighter around my crotch and I crossed my legs, trying to push the idea away.
Esme drank her wine while I tried to think of flowers and rocks to make my boner go away. She then slammed her glass down and took a deep breath, which pulled me out of thinking about the differences between roses and lilies.
"I fucked a girl once," Esme admitted, wiping her mouth clean with her arm.
I sat there in silence, trying to imagine Esme in bed with another woman. The thought made my crotch become soft and I uncrossed my legs.
"Yeah, I know that it's hard to believe," Esme went on, as she poured herself another drink, nearly dropping the flagon because of her loose grasp, "but I was young and wanted to see what it was like,"
"Who was it?" I asked, still trying to wrap my head around the idea.
"A friend of mine, who actually did like to fuck women," Esme explained, as she finished pouring herself her drink.
"And?"
"And, what?" Esme asked, as she placed the flagon down on the table.
"How was it?"
"Oh," Esme said, as her ears flicked and she stared down at her wine. "It was...okay. I can see why some girls go that way, but it just wasn't for me,"
"You regret it?" I wondered, picking up my glass and reaching for the flagon.
"No, not at all," Esme answered. "I'm glad I tried it. It's better to not like something than to never know,"
"Yeah," I said, as I finished pouring the wine into my glass. "I guess,"
"Come on," Esme cleared her throat and leaned back in her chair, trying not to seem as drunk as she really was. "Your turn," she burped.
It wasn't until I swallowed the last drop in my glass when I began to feel really woozy. Maybe I should stop while I'm ahead. "I don't know what to say,"
"Well, we can keep talking about sex," Esme said, as she awkwardly struggled to sit up in her chair. "So...you got any weird fetishes?"
"What?" I laughed. "No! Haven't you been listening? I'm a virgin,"
Esme rolled her eye and looked at me with a smile, like I was twice as drunk as she was. "You can still be a virgin and be into some kinky shit,"
I shook my head, making the room spin, which made me want to throw up a little. "Sorry. I don't have any fetishes,"
"Really?" Esme asked, seeming more surprised than she should have been. "What about being tied up? That shit is great!"
"Nope," I said, almost shaking my head again, but remembered how sick it made me feel before it was too late.
"Paws?"
"No,"
"Spanking?"
"Uh-uh,"
"Eating food off somebody?"
"Stop...please," I begged her, holding in a belch that burned me and left the taste of wine in my mouth, just as I stopped it from coming out of my throat.
"Role playing?" Esme went on, ignoring me.
"No,"
"Dirty talk?"
"I really dunno..."
"Watching?"
"What?"
"Biting?"
"Wait, what did you mean by that last one?"
"Choking?"
"Some people actually like that?"
"Wearing women's clothes?"
"God, no,"
Esme sighed in defeat and tapped on the table with her uncoordinated fingers that moved around like the legs of a drunk spider. "Christ, you're more boring than the Virgin Mary,"
"Well, excuuuuuuse me for waitng for the right person," I said, before pouring myself more wine. Out of nowhere, I realized that I was hard again. All of that talk about fetishes and sex was really getting to me. The wine wasn't helping, either.
Esme cackled and threw herself back into her chair to laugh at the ceiling. "You and every other lonely bastard,"
"What about you?" I asked, trying to take the pressure off of myself. "Do you have any fetishes?"
"Course I do," Esme admitted, "but it's not my turn to talk,"
"Fine," I sighed and tried to push through the fuzziness in my head to think of an answer. "I like tall guys,"
Esme stared across the table at me, her eye filed with disappointment. "Who doesn't? Go again,"
"Huh?"
"That was a crappy answer," Esme explained. "Go again,"
"Do I really have to?"
Esme's only reply was a long hard stare.
I groaned. "Well, I really-"
"Take another drink," Esme blurted out.
I stared at her, trying to see if she was really serious.
"You had a crappy answer, so now you have to drink again,"
"Whatever," I mumbled and brought my glass to my lips, my fingers barely able to keep it from falling.
After setting my glass down with an unusually loud bang, I took another turn. "I never..." Suddenly, I began to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Esme asked, laughing as well.
"It's just..." I tried to speak, despite laughing like an idiot, "I never realized it until now,"
"Realized what?"
My laughter somehow managed to stop, but a dumb smile stayed on my face. "I've never kissed anybody,"
Out of nowhere, Esme smashed her hand against the table so hard that I thought she would hurt herself. Instead of screaming, she started laughing so loudly that she almost began to cry. "You've never been kissed before?"
"Never!" I laughed with her.
"How?" Esme asked, nearly shouting at the top of her voice, which had become screechy.
"Beats me. I just never have been,"
"Has anybody offered, or have you just never been asked?" Esme asked me, her laughter finally dying down a little.
"Oh, sure," I said, rolling my eyes at the very idea. "Everybody just walks up to princes and asks to kiss them all the time!"
"Why not? They might get a big ass palace, some gold and a bunch of servants,"
"Yeah," I said. "If you can dodge all the knights' swords, you're all set,"
Finally, Esme stopped laughing altogether and now spoke at her normal volume. "Wanna try?"
"Try what?" I questioned.
"Kissing, you dumbass!"
"With you?" I asked, adjusting my legs to cover the ever-growing hardness between them.
Esme's ears flicked with annoyance. "No. With William Capres,"
"You don't think that's a little...strange?"
"Not really!" Esme admitted. "I mean, why shouldn't you kiss a friend? They're someone you can trust,"
"I think you've had little too much wine," I giggled, smashing my thighs together to make my cock shut the hell up.
"Come on, Peter!" Esme begged. "What's the big deal?"
"Wow. Now I see what I sound like to you and Dante,"
"I promise," Esme pleaded, leaning over the table, "I'll shut up if you just try it,"
It was tempting, I'll admit. I did trust Esme and was really starting to wish that she would be quiet. I also find myself suddenly admiring how nice she was to me, even though she was being a little annoying at the moment. She was going after what she wanted and I respected that. Still, I wasn't quite convinced.
"But you're a girl!" I said. "Even if we finish this flagon, I don't think I'd like kissing you,"
"Trust me," Esme said with a smirk. "I'm such a good kisser that it won't matter what's between my legs,"
"And you know this because...?"
"I've got experience," she happily reminded me with an evil grin.
Maybe it was all the wine I had drank, or maybe it was the screaming cock between my legs, but, either way, I finally told her, "Sure. What the hell. I'm probably too drunk to remember this later, anyways,"
"That's the spirit!" Esme said, kicking her chair back, just before stumbling around the table as she held onto it for support.
Then, once she stood beside me, Esme leaned down and pressed her lips against mine, her head drifting somewhat to the side, almost causing my to kiss her chin instead of her mouth. But she moved her head so that our mouths could meet and shoved her tongue between my lips. Surprisingly, I rather enjoyed it. Her lips were really smooth and her tongue felt warm as it brushed against my own. My chest began to feel lighter and, somehow, my head became fuzzier than it had been before. I closed my eyes and realized that Esme was right. She was a good kisser, enough for me to forget she was a girl. Or, maybe the wine just made me not care about that very much.
Then, after what felt like five years of pure happiness, Esme pulled her head away and grinned. "So?"
My legs had become sore and I uncrossed them. "Actually, I really liked it... a lot,"
Esme's eyes then glanced down, only to look back up at me with confusion. "Do you have a boner?"
"What?" I asked and gazed down between my legs, where the crotch of my trousers stood tall. Quickly, I covered it with my hands and kept my head down, avoiding Esme's eyes. How did I forget about being hard?
"I'm sorry," I tried to apologize, desperately. "It just happened. Please don't be mad,"
"Peter," Esme giggled like a little girl. "It's fine. You can't control it, 'specially with the wine,"
"I know," I groaned, as I gripped my cock harder, "but you probably think I'm a pervert now,"
"You're not a pervert, Peter. You got hard. So what?" Esme tried to assure me, holding her hands up, which swayed from side to side in the air.
"Yeah, but you didn't need to see it,"
"Peter," Esme called to me with a low voice of pity as she dropped her arms.
Suddenly, the kangaroo grabbed the wrist of my left arm and pulled it away from my groin. At first, I thought she was just trying to show me that it wasn't a big deal for her to see me like that. But, instead of trying to pick up my right hand as well, Esme took my left hand and placed it in between her legs, where I felt a faint moistness growing.
My mouth practically dropped open in shock and I looked up at Esme, who towered over me with a smile. "You aren't the only one who's horny,"
Then, without warning, Esme leaned back down and continued to kiss me again.
At first, I thought about pushing her away. Esme was my friend. Nothing more. If we did anything more than kissing, it would be wrong. But, the unthinkable idea of us getting naked together made my cock pulse to life with hunger. From my lips that Esme kissed so passionately to my toes that curled inside my boots, every part of me soon began to prickle with excitement. I then allowed myself be overcome by desire, which made every reason not to continue disappear.
After a few lip-smacks later, Esme pulled back, her eye filled with concern. "Do you want to do this as much as I do?"
"Yes," I breathed, wishing that she would start kissing me again as soon as possible.
"Good," Esme whispered, as she took my hand off of her crotch and pushed my chair away from the table with her boot. "I wouldn't want to take advantage of you,"
She then got down on her knees and began to nuzzle my hard cock with her nose, rubbing it through my trousers.
"Are you sure we should do this?" I asked, hoping with every part of me that she would say yes.
Esme grabbed my right hand, which still held onto my hardness, and gently moved it away. "Of course," she said and began to slowly run her hand against my shaft.
Gently, the kangaroo pulled down my trousers with warm fingers that brushed against my fur, revealing the loincloth that tightly gripped my fully hard cock.
"How long's it been since you've been with someone?" I asked her.
"A while," Esme sighed while she pulled my trousers down around my ankles, as if she were remembering lonely nights when she wished someone would sleep with her. "When was the last time you played with yourself?"
"Day or two before I ran into Dante," I managed to say, just before shivering as Esme slowly ran her hand over my balls and shaft while she reached for the waistband of my loincloth. "So... a while,"
"Well," Esme began, stopping her hand to rub the head of my cock through my loincloth, "me and you are going to help each other. You scratch my itch and I'll scratch yours. Got it?"
I nodded without hesitation.
"Great," Esme said and then grinned as she moved her hand to the waistband of my loincloth, just before dragging it down my legs, exposing my unsheathed cock to the cold air of the room. The kangaroo then took it into her warm hand and smiled.
"Let's have some fun," she whispered, and brought her head down to take me into her mouth.
I moaned as Esme's wet mouth wrapped itself around me and I leaned back into my seat. I then placed my hands on Esme's head, just before losing myself in a wave of wonderful sensations.