the Leathermines

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It was the same.  It was different.  Bodies were around her, moving and sighing, bringing pleasure to each other.  The same as it had been.  But different.

Laun had started by just sitting in one of the chairs, talking for a while to those who had asked to be with her.  They were asked what they expected.  She listened, heard what they said.  She told them what she wanted and hoped they heard her.

Clothing came off, the cool night letting some of the built up heat out as cloths were wetted and used to clean the day from everyone.  The dampness of cloths was replaced with wetness from lips and tongues as hands dropped the cloths to grasp at flesh.

The far mat was where Laun wound up first, straddling Fount as he leaned against the bed, the healer above his head and Laun in between her thighs.  Fount lasted longer than Laun had ever remembered, his attentions to her breasts seemingly more important than his manhood thrusting into her.  She sighed her pleasure into Kell’s flesh and found that the other sounds around her blended with her own.

Laun watched Edgar kissing Kell when she could raise herself that far.  He rumbled something into her neck and Laun felt the twitches he caused as Laun’s tongue explored the woman.  Laun held onto the bed on either side of Kell’s legs, Edgar’s hand going over hers more than once.

Ali sat at the end of the bed, watching.  Laun knew that Silar and the other assassins were there, somewhere.  Laun felt that she was nearing her own first peak of the evening.  She motioned to Ali who crawled over to the edge of the bed.  Laun kissed the stablehand deeply as Edgar’s hand replaced her mouth on Kell.

Fount’s mouth on her breasts was nothing like the babies’.  He took from her, massaged her, bit her lightly.  There was a feeling of a restrained need from him as he paid homage to her heavy breasts, but that he would only give what she wanted.  Her legs told her that she had been walking too much that day and she needed to change position or force her own orgasm.

She did not want to force anything that night.  She pulled away from Ali and leaned back, Fount’s hands still cupping and massaging her breasts.  Ali had Edgar’s hand on the back of her neck and then her face was between Kell’s legs.

Grinding her hips into Fount, Laun found that she did have a fatigue that was setting in.  Her man’s head went back at the sensation of her moving on him and his hands went to her hips.

Laun put a hand on Fount’s chest.  “Love,” she panted, “I need to rest-”

Fount’s arms went around Laun’s waist and she found that he was picking her up and laying her down on the mat.  She had forgotten how strong he was.  He lay on top of her, looking into her eyes as his hand went down her body and between them both.  His fingers slid into her and he watched as she reacted, her eyes closing and her back arching slightly.

He brought her closer to her peak just with his fingers.  She felt his manhood pulsing along her leg and wondered why he wasn’t just in her.  She felt him start to slide his body down her until his face was pressed into her fur.  He was using the training his father had forced on him.  Laun could feel that he was not going to let himself go until she had.

Laun smiled.

She breathed deeply when she felt the first of a push to her peak, driving it further into her, deeper.  She drew her legs up and held her knees to her chest, Fount taking the hint.  She was wet enough that fingers into her womanhood slid in and out effortlessly, then slipping down and into her other hole.  It pushed her further, but she did not want to let the moment rush to it’s peak.  She wanted to feel everything, know that she was all Fount was thinking about right then.

His arm held her legs as his face and other hand caused her to wiggle and gasp.  Her hands went above her head and started to pull on the edge of the mat for something to hold onto.  Her eyes were closed and she felt him sit up.  He pulled her towards him and she had him pressing into her womanhood for just a moment.  He quickly thrust into her and she let out a whine of a growl as he pumped into her and then stopped, his cock up to the hilt.

She tried to wiggle her hips but that made him withdraw.  His hand repositioned himself and she breathed to relax.  He was against her asshole, the rosebud loosened but not entirely ready.  He pressed down and she panted, her hands grasping for something above her.

A hand wrapped it’s self around hers.  She looked and Hazalam was there.  He was erect, but he was there to be at his Mistress’ bidding, not necessarily be pleasured by her.  Her other hand went around his wrist as Fount waited.  She relaxed and looked at her Love between her legs.  She smiled and nodded.

There was a low wail from Laun as Fount pushed into her.  It hurt at first, but the overwhelming feelings became pleasure and then pushed her further towards her peak.  Fount rubbed his thumb across her nub as he slowly thrust in and out of her, the concentration to not let his own orgasm take him keeping it a long, slow stroke.

A hand was on her breast, pinching her nipple, a mouth was over hers exploring her with an eager tongue.  Another hand and another mouth was on her other breast, a tentative hand quickly heating up to the moment.  The extra people pushed the sensations and Laun groaned into the mouth on hers.  The elusive orgasm was washing over her.

Fount’s hands were on her hips trying to keep her on him.  The other hands held onto her as she thrashed in ecstasy.  Fount could not hold back and felt himself start to pulse in her.  He respected her wishes and pulled out of her to let his seed spill to the linen beneath them.  His hand gripped his shaft and it slipped up and down to bring him completely to the edge and over.  His head went back and he voiced a loud growl.

Laun was just coming down from her peak when she felt a wet cloth on her and then a mouth where Fount had just been.  There was a changing of the guards.  Or, as Laun looked around her, a changing to assassins.

Laun let her grip go on Hazalam’s arm.  She had Gem on one side and Evan on the other, Silar between her legs.  If this was a way to die at the hands of her assassins, it would be a glorious way.

Laun turned her head to Evan and smiled.  “Welcome,” she panted.

He blinked and lifted his head from her breast.  “Mistress.”

Silar was done cleaning and then was cleaning Laun, his tongue bringing more of her own fluids out making her slippery again.  He knelt between her legs and rubbed his manhood up and down her slit, hitting her nub with his ring on each stroke.  Laun felt herself twitching all over from each stroke.

From one peak to another, Laun did not think she would take as little as it did to have her hurtle to another orgasm.  Silar started to push into Laun and the scrape of the ring along the inside of her womanhood rippled through her body.  Silar had to clamp down on her as her legs lifted her off the mat as she voiced her orgasm into Hazalam’s mouth until the waves subsided.

Laun was gasping for air as Silar tried to stay still while inside Laun.  He had his eyes closed.  His hands were running lightly over her hips and still rounded stomach.  Laun started to rock her hips, moving him inside her slightly and making his body jerk.  He pulled her hips up his thighs and started to thrust into her, rocking with her.

Silar paused.  He put his hands on the mat to either side of her and leaned into her, going deep.  Hands were on Laun and she was sitting upright, Silar’s arms around her, supporting her back.  Another body was behind her, supporting her.  Her dark assassin put his mouth over where he had bitten her and she felt his teeth scrape along the scabs, her blood flaking into his mouth.

There was grunting from Silar.  He made a few deep thrusts up into her and pulled out, his hand slipping under her to his manhood.

She was not empty for long.  Hazalam was in her, his hands pulling her into him as Silar gasped and pulled back.  Her first assassin murmured into her neck sweet things, supportive things as he thrust into her from behind.  Laun’s arms went up and back, her hands gripping into his hair as the feelings were spreading through her body yet again.  She gasped and panted and wiggled her hips from side to side as her man moved in her.

Laun felt another man in front of her.  Evan tentatively stroked her scars as they glowed in the lamplight.  She took one of her hands and put it over his, letting him know that he could touch her.  She moved her hand up his arm to his throat, putting fingernails pointed into his windpipe.

She swallowed and took in a deep breath.  Laun slowly spoke in a low voice and said, “These were from my tests, as you went through yours.  You have been brought into my rogues but have yet to pass this test from me.  Survive my passion.”

Her head went back as she felt a hand go around her hip and to her groin.  Gem’s hand played over her Mistress’ button, letting loose the sensations Laun wanted, needed.  Laun gripped Hazalam’s hair as he thrust into her, his breath heavy on her neck.

Evan was not still as Laun’s other hand threatened his life.  He pressed his hands into her breasts, a matching stroke across her nipples to the other man’s manhood.  Laun let go of the hair behind her and fell forward as the first waves of this orgasm started to ripple through her.  Hazalam’s hands went to her lower stomach, wrapping around her as much as he could while still thrusting up into her.  Laun’s head was on Evan’s shoulder as she growled her orgasm out.

She was over Evan, her hand still on his throat.  His back was on the stone, not on the mat and her legs were partially straddling him.  She was breathing heavily just inches from his face.  Hazalam had withdrawn and she could now hear Gem’s call out as her brother assassin entered her.

There was blood.  Her fingernails had bitten in, but she had not crushed his windpipe.  Laun lifted her hand and licked his blood from her fingertips.

Laun smiled.  “Evan, may I fuck you?”

He closed his eyes but said, “Yes, Mistress,” clearly.

Her hand went down and found his erect manhood.  He was not the largest she had ever had, but the foreskin made his head and shaft feel different as she slid him into her.

Evan looked like he was in pain.  Laun stopped and raised herself up to get her weight off of him and his shoulder.  Her legs shook from the effort but she was still as she asked in a quiet voice, “Am I hurting you?”  She gently stroked a finger along his cheek and jaw until he opened his eyes.

He shook his head.  His hands went up her sweat slicked back to her shoulders and gripped hard.  Laun saw tears start at the corners of his eye as he looked up into her face.  “You took me in, Mistress, even though I was sent to kill you.  You gave me a new life as you took my blood.  You gave me a family again.”  He started to thrust up into her as she held herself still.  “Your trust.  In me.  Is more.  Than my.  Trust.  In mysel...lf.”

He stopped, his head scraping back along the stone.  He lifted his hips and pulled on her shoulders as he seemed to try to make them meet for several thrusts.  He dropped down, his butt hitting the mat and pulling himself out of her as he gritted his teeth.  She felt the hot seed from him start to stripe the inside of her thigh.  His fingers were strong and she knew she would feel the imprint of his orgasm for several days on her shoulders.

Evan had let loose with his orgasm from below and above.  The tears were flowing from his eyes as Laun moved slightly off of him and went to hold his head.  His tears were wiped from his cheek and Laun pressed her breast to his face in trying to comfort him.

It did not take long for the assassin to regain his composure.  He wiped his hand down his face and nodded to Laun.  “Thank you, Mistress,” is all he said, but it was enough.

There were people strewn about the tower room.  Laun had been with most that night, but she did not feel she had to be with all to make the evening complete.  She shakily made her way to the small table in the corner and poured herself some water.  She sat, dragging someone’s tunic off the floor and onto her lap to take some of the sudden chill from her.

She watched as Kell was being administered to, her Loves crowding around the healer and making her feel as much pleasure as they knew how.  Laun watched, admiring Fount’s shape and strength as he raised Kell up and turned her around on her knees without showing any strain.  She saw Edgar’s head go back as Kell seemed to hungrily take in his manhood.  Ali was positioning herself below Kell, Laun remembering the feeling of the talented tongue on her own womanhood.

And then her eyes went to and stopped on something that made her heart jump.  Fount reached out and Edgar took his hand.  It was not a supporting grip, though it was a supportive hold.  It was a touch between lovers, the same that she had shared with each of them, even that night.  It was fleeting, but she had seen it in the motion of the lovemaking.

It was as if time slowed for her to think.  She had been gone for so very long, no news between the household and the Palace.  To find comfort within each other was not only reasonable, it would be expected.  Laun did not cringe from the thought of either of them taking male lovers, it intrigued her.  Taking each other on...

Time sped back up as she came to a thought.  They had fought while she had been pregnant.  Only lovers who knew each other so deeply could get under each other’s skin that completely.  That was why Edgar had to leave, to distance himself before he had done something to Fount that would be regretted.

Laun sought out Silar in the room.  She turned her head and saw him, leaning against the wall under the windows.  He had tried to tell her, to gently warn her of what had happened.  Laun smiled to the dark man and he raised an eyebrow.  She saluted him with her water and drank.

 

Onto Chapter 20 , Where the naming ceremony leads to a night full of revelry