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returned to his workmanlike masturbations of the people he had brought along with him to impress a woman he hoped to own despite his protests against the custom of ownership. These people were all the same at the end of the day, and Crystal was cynical with the homogeny that overwhelmed anyone of royalty.
    One by one he touched the men in the waiting line, and some he even kissed on the lips. They did not seem turned off by these bodily affections, and most even returned them in kind (and in heat), reaching for the seducer before his polite slap made sure their hands remained at their sides and they did not break whatever illusion he was creating for his dearest crystal jewel. He milked cocks to pour their liquids to fill the cups, and then he was facing the women, kissing their nipples and their fingers, licking every point of their bodies from the perk of their shoulders to the perkiness of their breasts.
    Crystal had never seem such a display of vulgarity anywhere in her kingdom. She noted how he had closed and locked the door of her room, and even closed the latched window the maid mothers and house servants could look through. He had arranged a privacy.
    Perhaps he was misbehaving.
    The suitor changed his masturbations when he stepped before one woman in particular, a deeply brown athletic sort whose body seemed fit for the races and palace games. She looked at him with shining eyes, and then she threw herself upon him and began to bite at his body, as if to eat her lust away with large swallows of his taste and the slight touches of sweat that had appeared on the outlines of his frame during masturbations where he had worked, milking and arousing people into this peculiar erotic leaking. He reached a hand into her, but it was not like any reaching Crystal had seen before from the clumsy servant men she had taken to her bed and fooled around with, despite neither of them having the slightest clue of what to do once their clothes were off. The seducer moved with the grace that she often admired in the jousters and archers she sometimes watched outside the windows of her confines, performing for her father, trying to impress the king with their skills. The seducer moved like a man practiced in seduction.
    Indeed he was an artist – albeit one whose seduction moved into sex more frequently than most purveyors of the craft.
    But surely the man was misbehaving! The fact that this seducer seemed to care nothing for her family and everything for winning her favor titillated Crystal with that same selfish pleasure she had noticed upon striding out to meet the rogue – when she had demanded that he touch her, and he had complied with the readiness of an adolescent given his first sight of a mature woman's body in full frontal view.
    The suitor even broke eye contact from the beautiful woman who ravaged him in plain view to stare at Crystal, as if taking delight in the way that her eyes could not meet his own, so enthralled were they by the ministrations of his vanished hand whilst his fingers slipped in and out of view underneath folds of beautiful skin that saw life and waters and creation since the earliest dawn of the female lineage. The seducer brought this woman to her knees and then laid out across the floor, her hips bucking against the invisible ghost of his possessor, as if she had become his puppet, and his hand, a slight puppeteer whose simple twitch and pinch could drive her body into thrusting spasms of delight and ecstasy.
    When she came she spilled, and the seducer filled up an entire cup with her juices, which he then placed aside the others, silent about their uses and leaving them standing there on the bannister like omens of sex to drive imaginations wild.
    Crystal was not a young girl anymore, but she was still young in the ways of lovemaking, having been left alone with a small paddock of servants to play with and never exploring the larger experiences outside of the kingdom where she was kept like the