the Leathermines

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Laun’s eyes were open and looking at the beams in the ceiling of the room.  The night lamp was putting out just a little more light than the morning light through the windows.  She moved and Edgar’s arm flexed around her, the sleepy movement making her feel loved and secure.

There were other people in the room, all on the lower mats.  She could hear breathing and could not ignore the snore of Fount.  Laun was not sure how to think about Fount right then.  He had brought yet another of the women from the troupe into the room and into her bed.  That was not unusual, but he seemed...  Put off by her that night.

Edgar had been wonderful.  His skills and tenderness had brought out more than pleasure.  She had found herself at her peak, her body releasing as he took her from behind and then she was crying into the bedding, releasing the frustrations of the day.  As other bodies were moving around them, Edgar had held her, their low whispers about the meeting leading her to talk to Edgar about Hunter.  Laun asked if they could talk about the older brother of Fount in the daylight, but Edgar’s rumble made it clear that he wanted to talk about anything that troubled her right then.

Laun had looked into Edgars eyes and had told him that without he and Fount, she had needed others, and at the Manor, one of those had been Hunter.  Edgar had a troubled expression and Laun wanted to tell him that he was not replaced by Hunter.  Edgar had kissed her deeply and held her and rumbled into her ear that he knew that.  He had been concerned about her while she was gone and was glad she had been well taken care of.  It had been the rumors that Hunter had given up his post for her that concerned him.

They had talked more, connecting and reconnecting as they needed.  Laun was sure there had been others that night who had wanted to be on the bed, perhaps even be with her or Edgar.  Nothing else really existed for a while outside of Edgar and herself.  She had fallen asleep with his mouth next to her ear, whispering still to each other as dreams had brought her down into a pleasant un-reality.

It was now morning.  Her belly was moving on it’s own and she needed to get to the privy.  She pushed herself from Edgar, the light cover over them sliding with her.  She tucked it back around her Love and looked at him in the dim light.  Slightly ragged around the edges, but he was there and wasn’t going anywhere.  She loved him and was happy that she was back in his arms.

The tunic she had placed over the headboard had slipped.  She was not sure where it had gotten to, and it was chilly enough that morning that she wanted something to cover her as she went through the halls of the keep.  She went through the small pile of clothing at the side of the bed and did not find anything that fit.  Laun sighed and grabbed one of the sheets folded in a pile and wrapped herself in that.

The early morning meant little in the way of people in the keep.  At least awake.  There were a few piles of people that Laun passed as she made her way to the privy.  Most of the people looked like they had just wrapped capes around themselves as they sat together.  Some were shared capes and Laun smiled when she found herself trying to count heads.

There was a small line at the privy and Laun stood her turn.  With the influx of people, Laun was happy that they had access to the privy at all.  Having to use the outside dig would have been too far to go for Laun.

The line continued after Laun was done.  Most of those there were not awake enough to more than grunt.  Laun did not want to intrude in their worlds as she made her way back through the keep.  She almost went to the Great Hall to see who was there, but she backed up the stairs as she thought about just wearing a sheet in their midst.

It was becoming more and more in the forefront of her mind.  Clothing and the actual need to wear it.  Laun pulled the drape of sheeting to keep it from dragging on the stone as she walked and held it close over her belly.  It was irrational, but she was hating her body and the babies right then.  It was because of the pregnancy that she had swelling feet, the crawly feeling going up her calves not the most unpleasant feeling, but not something she could just ignore.

Laun was almost at the landing when she saw Silar waiting just outside the door of the room.  He came to her and helped her up the rest of the stairs when he saw how slowly she was walking.

“I hope you slept well, Mistress,” he said in a low tone.

Laun smiled and replied, “Once I was asleep.  Yourself?”

He shrugged.  “I found myself sleeping in the laundry.  It was warm next to the water pots, but the floor was not the most comfortable.”  He smiled as he rubbed his neck and Laun giggled.

They stood outside the room talking for a few minutes.  Silar had offered his arm at the stairs, Laun had not let it go.  He moved and held her slightly sideways as her belly was big enough to be uncomfortable to lean over for both of them.  They talked about the amount of people in the keep, the low stores that were going to have to feed all the people as well as a few problems Laun saw coming with personalities conflicting in the close conditions.

There were noises and movements on the stairs.  Silar and Laun did not move or part but watched as one of the acrobats from the troupe tried to sneak down the dark stairs with only a loose tunic on her and the rest of her things in her arms.  She saw the two standing in the hall and looked like a caught animal for a moment.  She shrugged and her step was heavier and more sure as she went down the rest of the stairs.

“I hope they had fun.  Though, I know she is in a committed relationship with one of the men in the troupe.”  Laun sighed.  “That is going to be nasty if they don’t have an understanding.”

Silar’s face didn’t change much, but Laun saw the sad emotions go through.  “Mistress, may I spend some time with you?”

Laun put her hand on his cheek, her fingertips playing lightly on his ear.  “I would like that.”  He leaned down and they kissed.  The sheet started to slide and Laun’s reactions made it worse as she jerked away from Silar, the pressure keeping the sheet between them gone.

Silar saw how Laun was trying to cover herself, her eyes going to her belly and her hands to her breasts.  He bent down and picked up the sheet but did not give it to her or drape it around her.  He put his arms back around her and held her.  He kissed her forehead and ear and worked his way down to her mouth again.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered to her.  His hands felt a slight shiver under them as he held her and a slight sob came from her onto his shoulder.  “No one compares to you as you get more and more beautiful each day.”

Another sob came out and Laun said, “Thank you.  I need to hear that.  I am feeling so...unhappy about my body and what my mind is turning into.  I am feeling ugly inside and out.”

His hand went to the back of her head and stroked her bed messed hair.  “Nothing a bath wouldn’t fix.”  He laughed as she slapped his arm.

Edgar was standing in the doorway, slightly puffy eyes looking at the two in the corridor.  He had pulled his breeches on but they were not buckled as he held them up with one hand.  Laun held a hand to him and he took it loosely, standing a partial arms length away.

“Thank you for last night, Love.  I’m feeling better about things.  Are you?”  Laun knew he would take a moment to answer in his half awake state.

When he did answer, Edgar smiled and put her hand to his lips.  “You are well worth the wait, but I hope it isn’t another few months between again.”  He leaned in and kissed her tenderly, a slight trace of her own taste still on his lips.

He stood up and almost lost his breeches.  “Privy,” he said, pointing the way with his other hand.  He patted Silar on the shoulder as he went past, Laun seeing it almost as if he was tagging out.  Laun giggled and found she was up to the challenge.

Laun led the way back into the room.  The sheet dropped to the floor just inside the door, Silar’s breeches doing the same.  Laun smiled at Silar and went to the small stash of oil she had, handing him the corked glass bottle.  He nodded and followed her to the bed over and around the bodies on the lower mat.

To have access to other parts of her, Laun wanted to have Silar’s knowledgeable hands massage some life back into her feet and legs.  The oil warmed on his hands and with the strokes on her skin.  She started to moan from the pleasure in the relief of the pain, a smile on the dark man’s lips as he worked his way up her legs.

He went around her womanhood, spreading more of the oil on her belly and stroking circles there for a while and stroking up the dark line of hair going from her groin to the bellybutton.  His hands went down the sides of her belly and held onto her hips, at least as well as the oil would allow him.  His long strokes pushed and pulled her legs and belly and hips, relaxing and releasing tensions that she did not know were there.

Silar moved up between her legs, but was concentrating on her chest and breasts, not what his manhood was pointing at.  He used more oil on her breasts, slicking them so that all of his touches slid easily off.  Some liquid was pushed out of her nipples and he leaned over to lick at the drops.  He rubbed against her and Laun felt a flash of pleasure go through her that bloomed and warmed her further.

The steel ring at the head of his manhood started to slide up and back across her button.  His hands tried to stay on her breasts, the oil made the sensation of her own skin being handled intentionally roughly more like a massage, except when he was able to pinch her nipples.  She gasped and put her hand over her mouth so that she would not wake those around them.

He backed off and rolled her to her side, away from the door.  He oiled his hands again and started to stroke up her back as he straddled her bottom leg.  Her head was propped up on a pillow and she could feel the rhythm of his hands through her body.  She also felt the barest pressure on her slit from the head of his shaft, the steel ring slightly cooler than his skin.  His hands went up her body and he would be just a little more in her as he leaned.  He ran his hands down and he pulled her more to him.

Laun did not like to compare sizes on men.  It seemed unfair to those who knew how to use whatever the gods had bestowed on them.  She had to admit it was the large ones that knew how to use themselves that made her the happiest.  Silar pulled her towards him on one stroke and he was suddenly in her, her head back and a gasp came out.  His hands kept up their rhythm, his hips meeting and pushing them with each set of strokes.

There was extra movement on the bed and Laun opened her eyes to see Fount up and looking at her.  She moved a hand towards him and paused.  He looked at her and then her hand.  He looked back at her and then moved next to her, ignoring her hand and going in for a kiss.  It was not a long kiss, but it was with passion before he moved and presented his manhood to her.  He raised his eyebrows in a hopeful gesture and then his eyes closed as she took him into her mouth for a deep, wet kiss down his shaft.

Laun could hear a chortle from Silar.  He changed his strokes, both with his hands and with his manhood.  He concentrated on her hips and lower back with his hands, faster thrusting in and out of her.  His hands grasped at her ass and Laun felt her hips push back when his fingers would get close to her asshole.  She did not know why, but she felt she needed that pleasured, too.

Silar caught on quickly and reached for more oil.  The bottle was not where he had put it and he looked up.  Laun felt both Silar and Fount stop.  She was facing the wrong way to see who had approached the bed.

She looked up and tried to read what was going through Fount’s face.  “What’s wrong?”

Fount looked down at her and said, “I think someone else would like to join you.”  He tried to pull away, but Laun grabbed his leg and he stopped.

From behind her, Laun heard a soft voice.  “Highness, please.  If you have room on the bed.”

Laun smiled and then frowned.  “Only if you and your brother will not fight.”

Silar stopped and slowly pulled out of Laun.  She closed her eyes and moaned as she could feel the ring sliding and bumping it’s way through her.  Laun had a flash that Silar was leaving but then he moved her hips and his head was between her thighs.

She moved slightly and she was on her back and could see the two brothers.  Laun motioned and Hunter took his tunic and breeches off.  She could feel the frustration of Fount next to her and she turned to him, putting a hand on his thigh.  She turned back to Hunter and he climbed up next to her, kneeling on the bed.

It was almost a mirror.  One was older.  One had much more hair.  One was larger, but they both had the muscles built from years of horsemanship and pure work.

Laun put a hand on Hunter’s thigh and he went from looking at his brother to looking at her.  Laun looked at Fount again and, yes, he was looking at her, not his brother.  She had a hand on either thigh and it was obvious that they both were excited.

Laun’s head went back as Silar pushed his hand into her, his last knuckles stretching her but not going in.  Her hands gripped the thighs of the men to either side of her and she felt both of them put their hands on her.  The sound that came out of her throat was more of a growl than the light gasps she normally voiced.

She tried to think through the sensations.  Her hands went to theirs and she guided them to her body, her breasts.  Her hands found their thighs again, traveling to touch their stiff shafts.  Both were cut, the foreskin sacrificed to the god their mother had followed.  That was the only real similarity between their manhoods.

With her eyes closed, she could tell which belonged to whom.  She knew them both well, Font a little better, Hunter more recently.  Her hands stroked them and she felt their reactions.  She also felt her own reactions to her dark prince between her legs.

Laun’s legs went around Silar’s back as his head bobbed in time with his hand stroking in and out of her.  He knew how to bring her to the peak quickly, but it was not quite what she wanted.  She brought her legs together around Silar’s head and she looked down at him.  He looked up at her over her belly and blinked at her.

She pushed the breathiness of her voice as she said, “Please?  Be in me?”  Silar nodded and moved himself and her until her butt was on his thighs and he was rubbing against her womanhood.

Fount moved, breaking contact with her hand on him.  He laid on his side and started to suckle on her breast, his hand squeezing the thin milk from her nipple.  Laun looked at him and cried out as Silar pushed into her, but she did not look away or close her eyes.  Her hand was on his head, grasping his hair and pushing Fount into her breast.

Hunter’s hands went to her other breast and the top of her belly.  The oil was still slick on her skin and the movements from Silar made his hands slide over her.  Laun turned and looked up at Hunter and started to pant as her body and mind flowed and she was getting close to reaching a peak.  She still held him in her hand and she pulled at him.  He had to lean over, almost touching his brother to allow Laun to taste him.  She took him into her mouth but could only handle the head as the panting turned to gasps.

Silar was seeing the rivalry between the brothers even as they seemed to be just paying attention to Laun.  The hand placement so that they would not touch.  The eyes that did not look at each other.  The way Fount placed himself so that it would be easy to be the next man into their Lady.  Silar felt her body reaching her peak, but he also saw that she was still thinking, still trying to find a way to get them to get along, at least for right then.

She started to clamp down around him, her legs starting to take her weight off of his thighs.  He could have held back, but seeing her under him, her belly big with the babies and the heat coming from her brought him to the brink.  She turned from the shaft she was kissing and he saw the glint in her eye, the need that he knew.  He sped up and went as deep into her as he dared.  Silar felt how small and tight she had become with the babies pressing into her and knew that she must be feeling some pain with him in her.

Laun’s head went back and a strangled cry came out of her as she went over her peak.  Silar’s own grunting called back to her.  She moved as he moved and they both orgasmed.  Silar felt some possessiveness and did not want to let the others have her for a split second.  He kept moving in her, their mingled juices becoming thick as it was pushed out of her.  He felt her as her peak stayed close and she started to writhe around him.

Silar finally had to pull out when his legs started to tremble from the strain.  Fount was there as Silar knew he would be, pushing Laun slightly away to be able to take her from behind.  Her leg went up and Fount was sliding into her as Hunter’s shaft was in her mouth again.

The dark man sat at the foot of the bed, regaining his breath and watching.  There were others watching, too, but it did not matter right now.  He was seeing some barriers get broken down as Laun was being made love to by the brothers.  Hands were being subtly directed by Laun, a purposeful touch on her breast by the three of them making the men pause, but the moan from her drawing them back to what they were doing, not who they were with.

Laun felt the way Fount was moving.  He was going to try to make himself last for as long as he could.  She was still traveling the edge of her last orgasm.  With Fount keeping her leg up, his hand brushing her button and his manhood thrusting into her at a slow, even pace, it was almost frustrating.  She was not going back over that peak and yet she was not being allowed to come down and rest.

The frustrations were coming out in how she was handing Hunter.  Perhaps a few too many teeth, not enough spit for lubrication.  Hunter put a hand on her chin and she looked up at him.  He pulled away from her and moved down until he was laying next to her.  Hunter grasped her breast and moved in to kiss her.

Laun moved slightly and Fount let go of her leg.  She supported it on Hunter’s hip and found she had much more motion to use in her own hips.  She was between the two men, a slight feeling of hesitation from the older one at her front.  A thought occurred to her that partially scared her.  It also excited her.

Laun turned from the kiss from Hunter and, with a hand on his hip to get his attention, whispered to Fount, “Would you take my other virginity?”

Fount stopped.  He was breathing hard into her back and he pressed his face into her for a moment.  He moved and was out of her womanhood, his mouth next to her ear.  “Are you sure?  Won’t it hurt?”

Laun reached up and back and felt his head and cheek.  “It doesn’t matter.  I have a need and an idea.”  Fount kissed her neck and nodded, a grunt of agreement coming out.

She turned to Hunter and smiled.  “I’ll need you under me for support, if you would...”

Hunter nodded, his eye flicking to his brother behind her.

There was some repositioning, Hunter in the middle of the bed.  Cloths and more oil were at hand as Laun straddled Hunter, her belly pressing his manhood into his own stomach.  Laun did not see the questioning look on Fount’s face and the motions that Silar made, instructing and calming the young man.

Fount oiled his hands and spread the oil on Laun’s ass, working his way to her center.  It was not the most appealing thing to look at as her body had started to rebel and her hemorrhoids were slightly swollen, but it was part of her, and she had asked him to take that part of her as he had asked to take the other part.  He stroked his hand on his own shaft, making sure there was a good coat of oil there and feeling his hardness throb at the prospect of being the first in her again.

Hunter held Laun’s breasts, playing with the nipples and helping to support her above him.  He saw a calmness in her eyes that was contrasting with the breathiness of her sounds and the motions of her body.  She spread her legs slightly further to bring herself down a little lower for Fount behind her.  Hunter felt his brother’s legs and his hands as the younger one was preparing Laun.

Laun’s eyes were on Hunter’s as Fount started to press into her.  She kept them open as first a slight rush of pleasure and then a stab of pain went through her.  The sound that was forced from her lips was more of a cry out than a moan.  Fount stopped and Laun was able to relax.  She pushed back slightly and Fount pushed forward.  Laun’s eyelids fluttered but she kept her eyes on the man beneath her as the fast waves of pain and pleasure went through her.

There was a rocking motion from Fount, not really pulling out and not really pushing in.  Laun had mostly pleasure and let her eyes close and her head drop forward  to be able to feel everything.  Fount had to wipe his hands on a cloth so that he could grip Laun’s hips, his fingers digging into her flesh to give him more leverage.

He was mostly in and stopped.  He made the rocking motions again, but with how tight she was and the feeling of a forbidden pleasure, Fount felt he needed to take it slowly or else he was going to be as fast in this deflowering as he was with her first.  He felt her move and then her hand was under her, positioning his brother.  Her hand brushed against his sac and he had to pull back slightly from the sensation.

Hunter was surprised that Laun was still able to move, to get her hand between them.  Her hand was on his manhood and he felt her move him as his brother seemed to stop.  His own head went back as she pushed him into her, a grunt coming out of him as she moved her hips and both of them were far into her.

Laun heard the sounds of the people around her.  They were watching, their intent stares on what they were doing.  She felt as though the body she was in was acting and reacting but her mind was separate, looking at the logistics, making sure that they were both getting part of her, even with the pain.  She knew the movements she wanted from them and moved herself to get them.

There was panting from her as the men thrust into her from below and behind.  Hunter saw pleasure playing over her face when he had his own eyes open.  He could hear his brother behind her and tilted his head so he could see Fount.  His little brother was concentrating hard, his eyes closed and his teeth biting his lower lip.  They could both feel the other slipping inside Laun, just a small membrane between them, their heat and pulses going through and off of each other.

Laun gasped and they both felt the first wave of her orgasm.  She pushed herself up from Hunter’s chest, moving his hands from her breasts to over her shoulders.  With his support, she reached back and guided Fount’s hands up from her hips to her shoulders, forcing the men to entwine their fingers.  Neither of them stopped or paused and Laun smiled.

Supported from below and from behind as she was being taken from behind and below, Laun dampened her critical mind and let her body take over.  She felt so very full with the brothers both in her, the sensations of them bumping against each other inside her bringing her to her next peak.  She heard Fount grunt as the next contraction started and he gripped her shoulders so that he could force himself further into her, faster and deeper.  Hunter felt his brother coming to his edge and could not stop his own response as he started to thrust up into her, his butt tightening with each thrust until he felt his body was one taught muscle, his own fingers tightening last into Laun’s shoulders.

She could both move and not move as the orgasm took her fully.  It was an extended set of feelings, flowing from one part of her to another and around again.  She could not tell if what she was hearing was herself or the men as the blood rushing through her ears was deafening in its pounding.  It matched the pulse in her belly and she collapsed, but did not fall forward with the men’s strength replacing her own.

Fount was the first of the men to peak, his head going back and a forced grunt coming out of him.  It touched off Hunter who had more of a full voice in his bellow.  Legs and hips and groins moved until Fount just slipped out of Launs ass and he fell to the side, his brother’s hand still entwined with his.  There was heavy breathing and Laun moved her hips, Hunter’s manhood falling out letting the built-up fluids splash out with it.

Sliar was there waiting with a cool cloth to place on Laun.  She sighed when she felt the cloth placed on her deflowered ass and looked over her shoulder.  She could not do much but a nod and she saw a responding nod and smile from the dark man.

Fount found he was on his side, his hand in his brother’s and his Love still straddling Hunter.  They were all breathing hard and could not talk.  Fount saw what Laun had done.  As Silar gently helped to wipe and soothe Laun, she seemed to come back to herself, a smile on her lips and a wicked glint in her eye.

They both expected her to lay down between them.  She sat up and moved so that she was between them, but only long enough to give each of them a kiss before she was off the side of the bed.

Gem was there with a robe and a small wicked smile of her own.  Laun stepped into the robe and turned to the men on the bed.  There was a panting behind her voice, but otherwise, it was full and steady.  “Now, you two.  If you can do that wonderful thing together, I would hope you can get along otherwise.  Silar, make sure they don’t get out of that bed until they have really talked.”

“Yes, Mistress.”  Silar glanced back at the brothers as Laun glided out of the room, Gem behind her.

Fount rolled to his back and let out a laugh.  Hunter caught the humor and laughed.  “She really has a way about her, doesn’t she.”

“She meant what she said.  Men, if you two don’t talk some, she just gave me permission-”

Fount laughed again, a loud snort at the beginning.  “I can’t think let alone talk.”

Hunter changed the grasp of his younger brother’s hand and rolled towards him slightly.  “We’ll have to do something.  I’m not walking any time soon.”

“Bastard.”

“Rat.”

The people who had been watching the spectacle that early in the morning started to go about their own business.  Many left, some stayed.  One had been in the doorway for much of the display and had stepped into the shadows of the corridor when Laun had left the room.  He stepped back and caught the eye of the troupe member Fount had brought with him the night before.  A silent offer and a silent acceptance and Falmir took his needed relief upstairs with him.