All Chapters of Spider King: The Legend Begins: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Princess Arya left to watch over the construction site and make sure all the workers there were doing well, but she did pop in from time to time to make sure Muriel wasn't falling apart under all this new pressure. And this was certainly a job with pressure. Muriel personally helped everyone hand out food, and people tended to want a lot of food. Sometimes she had to look at a mother with a small child and say, "No, I'm sorry, but that's all I can give you today." There was a distressing moment after a teenage looking boy showed up with no family. Muriel wondered if he was an orphan. She gave him a wrapped package of food and advised him to go to Princess Arya at the construction site. He might be able to find work there, perhaps even a home with one of the workers. But soon after he walked away from the queue, she saw a bigger teenager grab the first by his shirt's collar behind a building. Muriel immediately called for three of the men who

"I ..." Hissing, mist-like, thick in her ear, his voice was deep and she wanted to jump into it. Then, contact, right on her ear's helix, lips that were firm but also as lovely as petals. Muriel's backside jumped a bit in the chair. Her feet and legs wiggled in the coiled ropes. She let out a short yip. Oh. That thing, that thing she had tasted before, that slippery thing, it was peeking out through his lips and touching her ear. Muriel loved it. "Yes! Please! Pleeeeease!" A second hand, its palm was on her collar, slipping under her kerchief, then lower, deeper. Then her nipple tightened under Prince Vidar's fingertips. Her wild breath only amplified the sensation. "Ah ... hhhhaaaa!!" There was sand in her voice. Her ear was left alone. It chilled in the air as she was kissed on her mouth. This was wonderful, perfect, even dreamy.

The chemise was rolled up and put with the pieces of her gown. She pulled her fabric clad legs up under herself and reached for the lid over the food tray. Her necklace dangled down. The snack was a few halves of pale yellow cheese that still had their red wax shells. Muriel took a hunk and leaned back in the couch. Her free hand played around with her necklace as she lazily chewed on her food. Basically nude and lazing about, her nipples hard, Muriel imagined she was a fine example of indulgence and ... well ... beauty too. That wasn't a vain thought, was it? After all, the prince did think she was beautiful. When all of the cheese had been eaten, Muriel found that she didn't want to leave quite yet. She lingered, warm and excited, wondering just how the prince was behaving behind the walls. Was he touching ... certain parts of himself? Was he thinking of something even more carnal? These ideas arou

Muriel was eager as she waited for Prince Vidar to walk into the spot between her and the fireplace in the Empty Room. She was grinning. If she hadn't been tied to the chair, she would have bounced in her seat like an excited child. A large palm slowly and lightly went over her cheek. "Muriel, I don't know what to say to you." There was absolutely nothing that could be called negative in his voice, but he did sound a little breathy. "Do you need to say anything?" Muriel said as her chest puffed out a bit. "No ... but I feel as though I should." His fingers drummed on her face. It almost tickled. "Sometimes I wonder if you've gone mad, but I don't want to believe that." "If I've gone mad, then it's all your doing. You've turned my life into something more beautiful than anything I had imagined, and I don't even know what you look like. This heavy impairment should have destroyed your abilities, but th

"So you haven't imagined a way? All the times you've thought of me, it hasn't crossed your mind?" A gasp. "What are you trying to do to me?" Muriel shrugged. "If you don't want to untie my hand, then could you think of another way to have me please you?" "Ah! Oh ... well ... Muriel?" There was a light wet noise, as if Vidar had sucked some air into his mouth and popped his lips. "I'm much taller than you. I don't know if I could ... ah ... reach you." Reach? Muriel's fingernails were tapping on the chair's arms. "Reach where? Tell me where you'll reach so I can be prepared for it." She heard him approach then. He seemed to stop on her left. That's where his scent was. His fingertips tapped her lips a few times. "Oh," Muriel said with nearly instant understanding. She blushed, but she wasn't offended. "I presume you wash yourself regularly