Long, long ago in the wilds of Scotland there lived a nobleman who had a wife named Safire, and a daughter named Ailith who had just turned nineteen and was as lovely and temperate as an April day on the glen. 

Of her mother Safire, named for her long locks of red hair, it was said that there was no woman in all of Scotland more beautiful. Yet, if the truth be known vanity had pierced Lady Safire’s heart and she lusted after beauty and the affection of women. And it was true of the nobleman that he lusted after hansom young men who he brought to his hunting cabin.  The two only pretended to have a marriage and each indulged themselves in their own passions and vices.

One night’s when the moon hung full and plump as a milk nurse’s breast, Safire traveled to a glen to visit a pool, within which dwelt a magic trout, who was all-seeing under the power of the full moon.

“Tell me, Troutie,” said Safire, “Am I not the most beautiful woman in all of Scotland?” And it should be known that each time Safire had asked in the past, the trout had said ‘yes’, yet he could no longer.

“Oh no, that crown is no longer yours,” said the trout, “It is Ailith, your daughter who is as brilliant in her beauty as the moonlight that pours over your ample breasts my lady,” and the trout would have no more to say on the issue.

The queen returned home in a rage and took to her bed. And even Helen her lesbian handmaiden, who was known far and wide for her magical tongue, could not lick Safire’s pussy well enough to bring her back to wellness.

Safire called her husband home from hunting and buggering and there in her chambers, as Helen ceaselessly pleased her lady, told him she would not be well again until she could have the heart and liver of Ailith on a silver platter. Upon hearing this, the nobleman wanted to help his wife, but could not in good conscious, sacrifice his daughter.

The nobleman sent Ailith away to work in service of a widow, and young daughter whose son was one of his many lovers.  He did this in secret without letting Safire know.

 Ailith wept in the carriage the whole way there. She felt forsaken and lost in the world with no one to comfort her.

The nobleman went out and killed a deer and cut out its heart and liver and brought them to the queen on a silver platter.

Believing Ailith dead, the queen rose from her bed, well and healthy. A year passed and the day of another full moon came when Safire made her way to the pool and the magic trout.

“Tell me, Troutie,” said Silver-tree, “am I not the most beautiful woman in all of Scotland?”

“Oh no,” said the trout, “it is Ailith, your daughter, whose beauty and grace surpasses even yours to this day.”

“No, no that can’t be so. The nobleman slayed her and brought her heart and liver to me on a silver platter,” screeched Lady Safire.

“Oh no,” said the trout, “Her beauty shines still, the Nobleman sent her into service in the highlands, and brought you the heart and liver of a deer,” and the trout would have no more to say on the issue.

Safire went home and begged her husband to ready the royal carriage, saying it had been too long since she had seen her dear daughter and she had been too hard-hearted to ask for her death.

The carriage set out the following day with Safire and her buxom handmaiden, Helen in tow.

Helen soothed her lady’s brow with kisses and whispered in her ear, “My most beautiful lady let me soothe your worries. Let me put my trout of a tongue deep into the wet pool between your legs.”

 Safire was pleased with Helen and quickly undressed and spread herself on the coach seat.

“Oh yes I do love your 'troutie' in my cunt,” whimpered Safire 

 Helen parted her lady’s wet and pouty lips and thrust her lounge forth letting it swim down into her lady’s wet pool. Lady Safire moaned and slapped her cunny on the young servant's face.

“I must go a fishing my lady,” said Helen as she thrust two fingers deep into her lady’s cunny washing her furtive tongue back and forth over her hot throbbing clit.

“Oh fuck, your 'troutie' is going to  make my deep wet pool flood its banks you saucy bitch.” Safire groaned.

“Mmmy lady, do not fret I will wash your cunny shores with my quick tongue and capture the deluge in my filthy little mouth,” Helen hissed.

Helen fiercely fucked her lady with three, then a full hand of fingers. Safire responded by raising her ass off the seat and grinding her cunt on Helen’s pretty face.

 “Say it now, you cunt saucy little bitch, tell me I am the most beautiful woman in all of Scotland!”  Safire screamed, shoving her cunny into Helen’s face until wet splatting sounds filled the carriage.

“There is no other woman as devastatingly beautiful as my lady! And I will slit the throat of any slut who says different!” Helen roared into her lady’s cunt.  

Safire came with such force she nearly knocked Helen to the floor of the carriage. Yet the clever wench took hold of her ladies hips tilling and pierced Safire’s pussy with her tongue. She sucked and lapped like a mad kitten bereft of milk and drew all her lady’s nectar into her thirsty mouth.

Safire couldn’t remember when she had cum so hard, so fully. Sated, she slipped into a deep sleep. Helen wrapped her lady in furs before drifting off to a long slumber.