Hello everybody.

I'm sorry for the long intermission but RL issues have been pressing into my time. Anyway, here's the next chapter.

Torvel gets a 'Royal Invitation' he can hardly reject while Arina approaches maturity and enjoys her ascent into adulthood with Drustina.

The Angry Mermaid 28

Or

Y Morforwyn Dicllon 28.

Mabina. The youngest daughter and Twin to
Drustan Her twin brother.
Grandpa Erin the twins grandfather.
Giana The twins grandmother
Caderyn The twins father.
Herenoie The twins wise and beautiful mother.
Morgaran The Twins oldest brother.
Aiofe The twins oldest sister. Famous for her beauty.
Tara The twins second oldest sister. Famous for her grace.
Feidlim Twins aunt (Caderyns’ beautiful sister.)
Mogantu Twins uncle (Married to Feidlim.) Chief of the Gangani tribe.
Brun. Twins 2nd cousin and the Acaman clans’ blacksmith.
Feorin. Twins second brother. Also training to be a blacksmith.
Rhun Feidlims’ son and Feorins’ favourite 1st Cousin. (Both red-heads.)
Arina Child of a Demetae fisherman, (rescued by Aiofe, Drustan and Mabina.)
Penderol Dumnonii Minor chief.
Udris Young Dumnonii warrior.
Dryslwyn High chief of the whole Celtic nation. Dwells in Brithony.
Bronlwyn Dryslwyn’s wife (and queen.)
Magab The moor who taught numbers.
Eric Saxon galley slave rescued from Corsair pirates.
Carl Another Saxon galley slave rescued by Drustan.
Torvel Celtic galley slave rescued from the same captured corsair ship
Arton. Turdetani Chieftain Holder of Gibral Rock.
Carinia Arton’s wife.
Isobel. Arton’s adopted daughter.
Appotel King of the Turdetani Tribe. (Southern Iberia.)
Bramana Queen. (Wife of Appotel)
Pilus King of the Capetani.
Shaleen Pilus’s queen and sister to Bramana.
Pedoro Lord Marshal of the Southern border region.
Lady Shulaar Lord Pedoro’s wife.
Taan. The scullery maid.
Isaar. Pedoro’s oldest son.
Ferdie Pedoro’s 2nd son
Sular Pedoro’s 3rd son
Gontala Pedoro’s youngest son.
Shenoa Pedoro’s only daughter.
Portega. Tyrant King to the west.
Portua. Portega’s grandson.
Jubail. Old Fisherman.
Mutas Magab’s younger brother and usurper.
Walezia King of Malta.
Alviar Megalomaniacal bishop of Carthage. (Hates Drustina.)
Ethelia Female healer who treats Drustina during her pregnancy.
Seripatese Drustina’s faithful horse.
Astos & Amitor Minor royalty who govern Alexandria. King and Twin Queen.
Meronee Nubian Queen of Nobatia The northern Kingdom of the Nubians.

Drustina made her excuses and retired to the chamber set aside for her and Arina by Queen Amitor. She knew once she had left, that Amitor intended to approach Torvel about impregnating her. It was only ten minutes after she had retired that she heard Torvel’s familiar knock on her door. She had been hoping to hear it and a huge wave of emotion flooded through her body when he whispered urgently at her door.

“Dru; are you awake?”

“Yes, come in. Arina’s with me.”

Torvel entered and smiled to see Arina sharing Drustina’s bed.

“If I didn’t know better I would be entitled to think salaciously.”

“Well be assured partner nothing is happening.” Drustina growled.

“I know, but I must enlighten you of developments.”

“Go on.”

“I; I don’t know how to put this. I’ve just been propositioned by the Queen Amitor.”

Drustina smirked knowingly.

“I know lover. She spoke to me earlier about it.”

“What!”

“She approached me earlier. While you were entertaining those two pretty young courtiers by showing your scars.”

“I wasn’t entertaining them. They asked to see them.”

“Oh yeeess! And you of course were reluctant to show them.”

“You showed yours, earlier, alone to Amitor!”

“That was for identity. Both King and Queen would be certain I was who I said I was.”

“Huh they knew that from the pictures Aiofe drew!”

Drustina stopped mid thought. ‘Dammit! Torvel was right!’

“Damn!” She muttered with a knowing smile. “You are right Torvel. So she was just another curious voyeur.”

“Of course she was curious Dru! Everybody who finds out about your duality is curious about you. She just wanted to see a prick on a woman! She didn’t ask you to give her a baby did she?”

“No! She certainly did not! She was the epitome of propriety.”

“Glad to hear it. Now can you shift over?”

“Don’t be silly Arina’s here!”

“I’m not going to embarrass you. I just don’t like sleeping alone, especially when you are here and I can cuddle up!”

Drustina turned to Arina who had remained silent as she listened with increasing curiosity.

“D’you mind him sleeping on this side. There won’t be any licentiousness.”

“I’ve no objections. There’s plenty of room.” Arina replied.

Drustina smiled her gratitude and patted the mattress to invite her erstwhile male partner into the bed. Torvel smiled, said ‘thanks’ to Arina and quickly spooned up to Drustina’s curves. He was disappointed to find Drustina wearing pantaloons that prevented any intimacy. Drustina giggled.

“As I said lover, no funny business. Besides, if you are going to impregnate that queen, you better save it up.”

They both heard Arina snigger knowingly and Drustina squeezed Torvel’s masculinity as she re-iterated Arina’s amusement. Then sleep overtook them for it had truly been a long day.

The noises in the Queen’s courtyard dragged them from sleep long after dawn had broken and Torvel crept to open the shutters while Drustina and Arina stirred. He recognised the Nubian entering the courtyard.

“The Nobatian ambassador’s returned, he’s carrying some letters. I’m hoping one of them might be our river pass above the cataracts.”

Drustina joined him at the window.

“Good, I hope so as well. What are your plans for today?”
Torvel grinned.

“It depends.”

“On what?”

“On the Queen. If she commands me to impregnate her then I must obey.”
Drustina smirked knowingly.

“As if you would disobey!”

Torvel shrugged and pinched Drustina’s bottom. She squealed her objection and a general free-for-all ensued as both girls fell to wrestling with Torvel.

“That’s not fair there’s two of you!”

“And you’re complaining!!!?” Drustina scoffed.

It was Torvel’s turn to smirk and he nodded knowingly towards a somewhat flushed Arina. Drustina noted Arina’s arousal and promptly resumed wrestling with her lover.

“By the gods, you randy sod! Is not a queen and a freak enough to satisfy your lust? Would you now try to abuse an innocent virgin?”

“If you’re a freak then so am I for I sleep with you. Anyway, I haven’t slept with a queen yet.”

“But you’re going to and don’t try to deny it.”

Torvel shrugged again, partly from embarrassment and partly from resignation. If the queen commanded it, they all three knew he would have to. He could hardly refuse. Arina lay smirking with her red hair spread across her pillow.

“So your son might be the next king of Egypt, or at least the governor.”

“It could be a daughter.” Torvel cautioned her.

“Shouldn’t be a problem!” Drustina added, “Queens can rule here, it’s not like other places further west and north. Come on let’s eat. You can bet the ambassador’s timed his arrival to find a meal.”

The three of them dressed and arrived to find the ambassador awaiting an audience with King Astos. Torvel approached him directly.

“Have you got our permissions?”

He waved a parchment and smiled.

“It just requires Astos’s signature.”

“Why would your permissions require Astos’s signature.”

“It’s just a formality to prove he’s sighted them. Queen Meronee will know you are bona-fida visitors.”

“What, you mean we could sail hundreds of leagues up the Nile on false papers?”

“No, because there are watch posts at regular stages all the way along the river. They keep a check on everything, water levels, sand bars, accidents, traffic, smuggling and so on ... and especially anything that's new or unusual. They are the king’s eyes and ears. A ship as odd looking as yours is bound to attract interest and the watchers will probably stop you at every station.”

The door opened and Amitor emerged as the ambassador prepared to enter.

“Catch you later, there’s a list of does and don’ts and the latest information on the state of the river. I’ve got copies at my residence and weekly updates.”

With these words he disappeared into Astos’s office and Amitor approached the trio with a huge grin.

“It’s settled. If you wish, you are to impregnate me.”

Drustina’s jaw sagged a little for the statement made plain the circumstance. Any part of Torvel’s was deemed nothing more than an act of governance. Ensuring the succession and then be done with it. There would be no emotion or compassion though it seemed from the sensuous smile that played around Amitor’s lips, that she at least was anticipating pleasure. Drustina turned to face Torvel.

“Well there you have it partner. Served up on a plate. When do you intend to do it?”

Before Torvel could reply, Amitor interrupted.

“He’d best start as soon as -. He’ll have to get me with child before your permission to travel the river is finalised.”

“Shit! That could take months!" Drustina cursed. "You’d best get to it partner ... and don’t get all emotional or clingy. It’s simply a job — a task. Arina and I can wait. Besides, the river is still in flood so it’d be a lot of effort for little distance.”

With these words Drustina turned to Amitor and grinned.

“I leave him in your hands. Go easy on him! I’ll want him back in full working order!”

Amitor grinned and motioned Torvel through into her chambers. Drustina and Arina were left wondering what to do.

“I suppose we’d better return to our own apartments across the courtyard.” Arina suggested.

“And just wait I suppose.” Drustina shrugged. “This creating an heir makes mincemeat of their Christian morality stuff but they seem to have the three god thing firmly in its place. They use the religion, the religion doesn’t use them.”

“Yeah, it gives them comfort without giving them grief.”

Drustina had to smile.

“Nicely put Arina. We’ll make a philosopher out of you yet.”

For the rest of the day they were left to their own devices. They visited the Mermaid and took a slow leisurely sail around the huge harbour. Next they rode out to the stud farm and renewed their acquaintance with Seripatese. The little mare had immediately come trotting over and savoured their attention. The Mooring Master arrived home at the sixth post meridian signal from the Pharos and released his horse amongst the herd of mares. They stood chatting as they watched his fine stallion mustering his herd; Seripatese amongst them. The moment the stallion had appeared in the field, Seripatese had left Drustina’ and Arina’s company to join the herd dashing around the field savouring the cool of the approaching evening.

“I think she’s with foal,” the Mooring Master hazarded, “the horse seems to have lost interest; he’s stopped pestering and hustling her all the time.”

“Well she looks content and happy. I’m asking you to take particular care of her if she remains behind while we visit Nobatia.”

“I will ... that’s a promise. She really likes you doesn’t she?”

“We’ve been together a long time. Look after her.”

They finished chatting and the pair returned to the palace. At dinner they met Torvel looking very pleased with himself. Queen Amitor also bore a rosy flush and the mood was thoroughly convivial. Strangely, Drustina didn’t feel any jealousy. She had thought she would have but she found herself more protective of Arina. They sat together at the table and Arina stayed at her side until they retired. As they prepared for bed, Drustina sensed something electric in the air. Arina had joined her in the bath and stayed silent. Normally she chatted and giggled as they dried each other and tended their hair but tonight Arina was much more tactile. Her hands lingered on Drustina’s hair and on her flesh when they rubbed oils into each other’s flesh. As they lay naked together on the bathroom benches Arina reached out tentatively and glanced questioningly at Drustina. Drustina followed Arina’s questing gaze to the maleness in her groin and sensed what was coming.

“Can I touch him?” Arina whispered nervously.

“Are you asking for something special?” Drustina countered.

“D’you think I’m, you know ... old enough to be with you, to go with you?”

“If you want to do it, then you’re old probably enough. It’s coming up to your fourteenth summer.”

“When the winter solstice comes it will be my fifteenth. We don’t count the first summer until a full year has passed. My tribe do not like to tempt the gods so we let a child lie un-named and un counted until the first summer has passed then we start counting.”

“Well then you are probably ready. D’you want me or Torvel?”

“You; besides, Torvel’s busy with other duties. I think you know more about it cos — cos, you know, you’ve already done the hard bit, the baby. I’m a virgin.”

“I know that Arina. Nobody knows that better than I. We’ve been together now for over three years.”
Arina’s eyes flooded with nervous tears.

“Will it hurt? You know ... when you take me? My sisters screamed when the Vikings took them.”

Drustina’s heart melted. The poor kid had probably witnessed the most horrific scenes and naturally associated the horror of rape with loss of virginity. She reached out and hugged Arina to her and their breasts squeezed together as Drustina explained.

“Do you hear me scream when Torvel and I do it?”

“No.”

“But you hear us both moaning and grunting and sometimes giggling.”

“Yes.”

“Then that’s how it is when lovers come together to express their feelings. You can come to me tonight and this time you can explore my body if you wish, but; only if you want to. We’ll take our time, we may not even do anything, but you’ll be taking your first tentative steps. Whatever else you feel you need not feel fear.”

Drustina felt the tension flowing from Arina’s shoulders as the girl relaxed in her embrace. She found her hands squeezing Arina’s back and waist as a new sensation surged through her body. It was still love but it was more than the sisterly protectiveness that had cemented their relationship for so long. This love made her heart beat faster, her neck flush warm and her loins stir.
Arina felt Drustina’s duality stiffen against her belly and she gasped. She separated momentarily and looked down in pleased surprise.

“It’s gone hard! It’s standing up, it’s sticking out! ... Just like the stallion and Seripatese!”

Drustina sighed, ‘the poor kid was just too innocent for words!’

“Of course it gets hard Arry, how else would it go in?”

“So that’s how it works. I always wondered how men put it in. I’ve seen Torvel’s when he was unaware I was spying and it just hung there. I didn’t know that it went stiff like the stallion. I thought the girl had to sort of guide it in and tuck it up her opening like stuffing a bung into a bottle.”

“By the gods child, did you not see the Vikings taking your sisters?”

“No. I heard the screams and later saw the blood but the attackers unwittingly spared me the actual sight. They were too busy raping women to notice me. I was only a little child and most of the time; I was hiding with my eyes closed.”

Arina teared up as she told of her experiences and Drustina hugged her tighter again to her breasts. There was a long moment of tearful confusion as Arina savoured Drustina’s naked, sisterly embrace and simultaneously explored the strange duality prodding at her soft, flat, teenaged belly.

It was Arina who eventually guided Drustina to the bed and Drustina let the girl do all the leading. Drustina smiled as the girl fumbled and fingered her way around the exciting new body she had come to hold and, in some way own. They first sat upon the bed but Arina quickly stretched out and nervously tugged at Drustina to lie alongside her.

“You know what to do, don’t you?” Arina begged.

“Yes,” Drustina assured her, “I’ve never taken the man’s part but I have shared enough of the intimacy to know every single pleasure. D’you want me to take you from the front or from the back?”

“Which is best?”

“For you, probably taken from the front but it’s perhaps best if you lie on top. The difficult part will be the first entry.

Sometimes it hurts a bit and it’s best if you are in control.”

“Did it hurt you? The first time that is?”

“Yes ... a bit. Torvel was a bit over eager but he was very gentle. He spooned against my back and took me from behind. The girl has less control if she is taken from the back or if she’s underneath face to face. When I’m with Torvel, I can’t do it easily from the front and take it as a woman for my female parts are behind my cock and between my balls so my duality gets crushed. Torvel and I have never done it face to face, because of my duality. That’s something I miss and I’m dearly looking forward to doing it face to face with you.”

Arina fingered Drustina’s maleness again and whispered.

“Do we need lubrication?”

Drustina fingered Arina’s dampening labia and smiled.

“Perhaps not, but we’ll need cotton cloths. It gets a bit messy for you will probably bleed a little and we’ll both make juices.”

Drustina reluctantly slid out of the bed and collected some small cotton napkins from a chest and returned smiling.

“We won’t stain the sheets and nobody will be able to snigger at our having entered into our carnality for the first time.”

“Thanks,” Arina whispered, “I’m so unread in this.”

“We all are, the first time,” Drustina replied as she resumed their intimacy and gently inveigled her fingers between Arina’s thighs.

Arina twitched salaciously and then Drustina slowly manoeuvred her fingers to the portal of Arina’s preparedness. She found Arina’s labia wet and receptive and Arina shuddered with pleasure as Drustina’s knowledgeable fingers gently ‘tested’ Arina’s bud. Arina groaned softly and parted her legs to open like the blossom of a flower greeting the morning sun.

“I want you,” she whispered huskily, “I so want you inside me. There is an ache, a need within me.”

Drustina knew Arina was ready for her fingers were slippery with Arina’s virgin dew but she delayed the inevitable and gently used her fingers to bring Arina to a frenzy of lust. Arina’s nascent libido was soon twanging like a bow-string as it demanded to be released. Drustina felt the girl’s heart thundering with youthful urgency as she cried out.

“Don’t torment me! Take me! Fill me! I want you now!”

Gently Drustina slid her legs under Arina’s thighs while Arina adjusted herself eagerly to spread her thighs over Drustina’s hips and lie face down upon the older girl. Slowly, Arina carefully impaled herself bit by incremental bit. Drustina felt a desperate need to thrust but she strained manfully to restrain her urges at least until Arina had accommodated her manhood within her. Arina whimpered nervously for there was some slight pain as her maidenhood slowly succumbed. She hesitated, then ‘lowered’ herself a fraction more and paused. After several hesitations and adjustments she eventually felt her bud being crushed against Drustina’s pubis.

“I — think it’s all in.” She whispered.

“It is,” Drustina croaked. “Just wait a while. Give your body a chance. Is it hurting?”

“No. Well, yes ... a bit but - not really, it’s just well — it’s just nice. Why are you trembling?” Arina asked.

“It — it’s my first time as well ... as a man!” Drustina explained. “I — I’m trying to hold off. I want you to share the pleasure.”

“Well don’t hold back. Let yourself go, take me. I want to know I have that effect on you.”

“But what of you? Once I come, I will be enervated while you strive to achieve.”

“We’ve got all night.” Arina replied in a husky whisper.

“Are you hurting?” Drustina asked.

“No. Not now. Go on, let yourself go. I will enjoy. If I ask you to stop; stop.”

“I’ll try,” Drustina replied as she tentatively ‘tested’ their union.

Her actions started Arina towards her climax but Drustina failed in her resolve to delay until Arina could share the pleasure.

Inexperience and a youthful male libido meant it was but a few short strokes before Drustina spent her forces in a climactic explosion and Arina let out a squeak of astonishment as she felt Drustina’s juices spurting against her sensitive cervix.

“Oh!” She squeaked sharply as she jerked with delicious surprise. “I felt you.”

“Of course my lovely, I’m inside you!”

“No, not that. I felt your seed splashing. I didn’t think it was so forceful. Mmmm. Now I have you ... all of you. What’s yours is now truly mine.”

Drustina hugged Arina to her. She had never considered such an idea before. Yes her seed was indeed all of her! And now it was all Arina’s.

They lay in union for a while with Arina wondering when Drustina would be ‘ready’ again. She savoured the pleasure of having Drustina inside her even while Drustina’s maleness lay passive. Eventually they both felt Drustina harden and Arina giggled.

“That’s nice. It feels so exciting.”

“Mmmm.” Drustina nuzzled Arina’s throat and Arina squeaked.

“Hey! I’m not a mare. Don’t bite me.”

“I wasn’t, I was nibbling you. It’s your turn now. Take your time, I’ll just try and lie passive.”

Arina smirked to herself as she considered these words. ‘Drustina wouldn’t be passive for long,’ she thought as she started to gather a lusty tempo.

For Drustina even the second time was not enough to delay the onset of her orgasm but fortunately Arina was already well aroused and needful. As Drustina was coming down from her second pinnacle of that evening, Arina started to feel the long waves of pleasure gently growing through her body. She moaned softly and Drustina immediately recognised those moans for she released similar sounds when Torvel made her feel like a woman.

Because her pinnacle was just passing, Drustina managed to slow her tempo and found enough resolve to gently co-ordinate her thrusts with Arina’s burgeoning needs. She felt Arina’s stiff nipples nubbing against her own and this sensation served to reinforce the feminine side of Drustina’s lovemaking. The sensations also served to prolong Drustina’s youthful erection and soon Arina was in her elements. Her whimpers turned to moans and then shouts of joy as she found relief around Drustina’s cock. A relief that flooded in waves of ecstasy from her core to her fingers and toes. Even the hair on her neck stood up as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

As her body took control Arina panted and moaned with carnal release while Drustina struggled to co-ordinate her thrusts and adjust her embrace to complement Arina’s abandonment.

They did but know it, but Drustina’s femininity had probably effected a conjoinment and satisfaction second to none in the history of human kind. For to have male parts and yet understand the innermost workings of the female passion, uniquely enabled her to please Arina in the carnal sense and the emotional sense.

Slowly, very slowly for Arina was loath to let the waves subside, the girl succumbed to a blissful languor. She lay with Drustina inside her and resting her head on Drustina’s shoulder.

“Will it always be like that, like the second one?” Arina sighed.

“I would love it to be my precious but sometimes it falters.”

“Why?”

“When we use this for our mutual happiness and pleasures it works thus but if we use it selfishly, if the man takes the woman in anger or if either the woman or the man uses it to say sorry it sometimes loses its potency, its meaning. If it’s used to express our love it feels beautiful, that’s when it works like this.”

Arina felt a warm feeling surge through her breast and she squirmed salaciously as Drustina’s manhood flopped out. Drustina stirred and gently eased herself from under Arina’s embrace.

“I’d best get some cloths, some napkins. I’m wet and I’m sure you are.” She whispered.

“Don’t go my lovely.” Arina murmured.

“Oh I’m not going darling, just a step to the stack of napkins in the chest.

Reluctantly, Arina raised her leg and Drustina slipped across the room. She returned with the necessary cloths and Arina smiled. Drustina glanced down at the sheets and spotted a few tiny flecks of blood. She drew Arina’s attention to them.

“We can dispose of the sheet or you can let the palace staff know you are no longer a maid.”

Arina studied the spots.

“I thought there would be more. What happened when you did it the first time?”

“I don’t remember. I was so innocent I didn’t know and I didn’t look.”

“Did you come the first time?”

“Yes. Because Torvel took me like a dog and a bitch, he fingered my cock and worked me to a frenzy.”

“Was he offended by your ... you know; this?” She grasped Drustina’s flaccid cock and gently pistoned it as she lay back again and tugged Drustina to her.

“No, he seems to understand and that’s why I love him as well as you.”

“Do you love him more than me?”

“No. It’s different sort of love. With him it’s a sense of being protected, with you it’s a sense of total sharing, of knowing we please each other and complement each other precisely.”

“Why do you need to feel protected? You’ve got your sword.”

“My sword did not save my children Arry. I lost those to lies and poisonous preachings.”

Arina nodded and sat up again briefly. Even she missed Drustina’s twins and her heart felt heavy for her companion’s grievous loss.

“We might see them again if we return via Carthage when we go to Rome.”
Drustina shrugged bitterly.

“Maybe Arry, but there’s much to be doing before we consider Rome. I dearly wish to meet with Queen Meronee and learn from her.”

Arry agreed. And they grinned knowingly before they smirked in unison. Then they burst out giggling.

“Are you thinking the same thing that I am thinking?” Drustina asked.

“I think so,” Arina chuckled and they drew breath together before speaking in unison.

“Hurry up and get her pregnant Torvel!”

These words reduced the girls to hysterics and that is how Torvel found them.