Mist: The Queens Counsel pt 4



Guinivere walked back the way she had just come, her mind in a turmoil, a "fair

swivet" as her old Nursemaid would have put it, on one hand she was relieved that

Arthur had not stumbled upon the truth of her heritage, but the news that he had

deemed so urgent that he abrogated his Kingly duty to warn her of, now that was a

"whole nother kettle of fish"  also a favourite saying of her Nursemaid.



Guinivere had to admit to a small sneaking appreciation of the methods of the

Earl of Romney, failing to have her killed one way, he was now attempting another

way, and this one contained just enough truth to make it only too believable to

Arthur and the rest of his advisors.



If Guinivere had not known the truth she would have been worried herself, the

story that the Earl was telling Arthur was that the Queen of the Sidhe has

summonsed from the very hell pits, a killer so cunning and fierce, whose sole

purpose was to kill Guinivere, and the name of this cunning and fierce assassin?.



Prince Mathwyr, Mouser himself.



Now Arthur was determined to protect Guinivere, and to this end he had done some

summonsing himself, Merlyn, the famous Warlock was on his way, Guinivere knew

that as soon as Merlyn arrived he would be able to sense her own powers, she had

to get in touch with Mouser as soon as she could, perhaps the Lady Queen, her

Aunt could teach her a protective spell. Guinivere was unsure of Merlyns'

allegiance, after all he was there on the suggestion of the Earl of Romney.



Guinivere cast a warding spell about her bed chambers, and lifted her arms,

putting all her power into her call she summoned Mouser, the urgency vibrating in

her, with a suddeness that startled her, the rainbow rip in reality appeared and

Mouser all but fell through, she eyed him up and down, noting his somewhat

dishevelled and sweaty appearance, she was not at all surprised when Catdancer

followed through the rip, looking similarly sweaty and dishevelled.



"This had better be important, Guinivere" Mouser almost snarled, "I was rather

busy."



"So I see"



Guinivere replied, looking at Mouser and then pointedly at Catdancer, the

B'Eundil smiled and stretched luxuriously, her fur shimmered and rippled as her

lithe form swayed gracefully,



"Not that I blame for you being upset, but I would not have called you if it was

not urgent".



She quickly explained to Mouser all that Arthur had said to her, she could see by

the look on his face that he was concerned.



"We must visit The Lady at once, the protective spell should not be to hard, but

it is the news of a creature from the pits of hell that is more disturbing, for I

fear that there may be some kernel of truth in there. If Romneys' ally is indeed

something or someone from beyond the walls of the universe, and that they have

the power to summon a creature from the pits of hell, then not only is the Land

in danger, but this world and all worlds in the chain of the Walls of the

Universe. I will be back".



And with that Mouser disappeared, Guinivere spoke first,



"I am sorry for disturbing you at such an awkward time"



Catdancer smiled again,



"It is of no concern M'lady, I am sure that His Highness and myself will find a

time and a place to continue"



She grinned and Guinivere was aware not only of the slightly pointed teeth, and

feline smile, but also the scent of lust, the slightly musky smell that tickled

her nose and sent urgent messages travelling up and down her spine, messages that

communicated the B'Eundils' over powering sexuality, a message that Guinivere was

having trouble ignoring.



Guinivere took a step towards Cat, then hesitated, she lifted her hands in a

gesture of appeal, Catdancer smiled and crossed the distance between them, she

took hold of Guinivere and held her in a light embrace, Guinivere shivered, she

was sure she could feel little sparks shooting from her fur.



They stood eye to eye, in a light embrace, Guinivere licked her lips, her hands

caressing the warm soft fur on the back of the woman-cat, only too aware of her

own need, and the need that was matched in the questioning glance of Catdancer.



Their lips met, gently at first and then with rising passion, Guinivere was aware

of the feeling of hands caressing her back, stroking across her backside, her own

hands busy entwining themselves in the fur that covered the lithe body of the

B'Eundil.



Drawing apart, Guinivere gestured towards the bed, wanting to explore the

delights of Catdancer in comfort, with a few simple gestures Cat removed her

clothing and Guinivere was aware once again of how exquisite she was, the

delightful covering of fur, giving her body a silky sheen in the half light, the

generous mounds of her breasts, the erect nipples peeking through the fur, down

to the mysterious v cleft of her legs.



Guinvere removed her own clothes, very aware of her own body and the contrast

they made, Cat, lithe and dark, Guinivere, fair but more rounded of hip and

breast.



Cat reached out a hand and traced round Guiniveres' lips, down her chin, across

her shoulders, down through the valley of her breasts, across a nipple, which

made Guinivere gasp with delight, it was like being stroked with a fur glove,

except this was a living fur glove, the fingers continued their stroking, across

her belly and down to her cunny lips, that were even more pouty than usual, a

moan escaped Guinivere as a delicate finger traced the full length of her cunny.



Cat raised her finger to her nose and sniffed it delicately, her ears twitching

slightly,



"You smell and taste most pleasant M'lady, most pleasant indeed"



Guinivere led Cat to the bed, and laid her down upon it, her eyes feasting on the

perfect form, the body that she ached to explore, taste and touch.





Some hours later Guinivere shook herself awake from the half doze in which she

lay, she looked at the sleeping form of Catdancer, the B'eundil sprawled beside

her, her fur taking on a deep burnished sheen as it reflected the light from the

many candles in her bedroom, her body was perfect, and Guinivere remembered with

delight the way she felt when Cat covered her, it felt like being caressed by a

warm living fur coat, which in essence it was, she also remembered with a faint

re-awakening of desire, how it felt to have that fur caressing her cunny and

clit, and then moving slowly deep inside her.



Idly Guinivere reached down and gently stroked her cunny lips, remembering with

pleasure the delight they had just shared, a small moan escaped her lips, her

eyes closed and she gave herself over to a slow gentle exploration of her cunny,

then on her face she felt a small breath of air, looking up she looked straight

into the eyes of Catdancer, who was watching her intently, her lips parted and

eyes alive with desire.



"May I, M'Lady?"



Guinivere nodded and held her breath as Catdancer slowly slid down the bed, the

first touch of her tongue on her cunny lips made Guinivere gasp with pure

delight, Catdancer had the rough tongue of her race, and all the skills of one

who is used to taking care of a skin covering of fur, light touches, followed by

skilfull licks and nibbles had Guinivere writhing on the bed, her hands grasping

and and kneading the warm furry coat of Catdancer, slowly but surely Cat played

on her clit and cunny lips until Guinivere, her back arched off the bed, screamed

her passion out.



The sound of a voice brought them both back to earth,



"That looks most delightful my Ladies, and I wish I could join in, but My Lady

Mother requests our attendance, as soon as possible"



It was Mouser of course, Guinivere looked at Mouser and they both laughed,

Guinivere remembering other times when Her Lady, The Queen of the Sidhes' summons

had come at highly inconvienent times.



Catdancer lithely sprang up from the bed, stretched and then put her clothes back

on, pausing only to lingeringly kiss Guinivere on the lips, and to playfully grab

Mousers' crotch, she spoke a few words and stepped into the rip in the fabric of

reality that opened at her command.



"Call me if you need me, either of you, just call my name and I shall be with you

in the instant, I have powers and tricks of my own, that may prove useful"



Mouser extened his hand to Guinivere, he took in her dishevelled state and spoke

a few words, Guinivere was now fully clothed and no trace of the smell of the

pleasures that she had enjoyed remained, she wrinkled her nose, took hold of his

hand and together they stepped into the rip in reality that Mouser opened, off to

meet with her Aunt, The Queen of The Sidhe.