Back to Chapter 23 - The beginning of the Chronicles of the Midlands starts with The Slave Warrior, Chapter 1
It was several days of sitting or standing still, reading and talking to people and planning things before Laun felt as though she could be out in the sun again.
She took time to go over every message she had ever been sent, making notes and making messages to some of the people in the Capitol City she wanted to keep track of. Laun discussed with many people the messages that were sent to her from Dreng and Falmir before the caravan had arrived, discussed the message brought to her by Lieutenant Senri with far fewer.
Laun designed a few things that she wanted to be made, some for her, some for the babies and most for the household. The carpenters and seamstresses and even the masons were given projects that would keep them busy for a while. Laun was as open as she could be, but some of the projects were parts of a larger project she wanted do have done.
The peeling was bad once it started. Jokes of Laun turning into a reptile were said, and used a few too many times. Laun smiled as she could and nodded when she couldn’t. Oils being spread on her skin and mineral baths were common for Laun, so much so that the escort teams started to leave a bench in the corridor outside the bathing chamber.
The day Laun ventured out into the sun, she had on a light tunic and one of the dancing skirts over her halter and loincloth and nothing else. Even the burn on her feet was still tender enough to make sandals too much. Her escort carried things for her, including a change of clothing.
She led the hand picked escort to the banks of the Grey Waters, a cart with baskets in the back of it following them. Laun led the group into the marshy area along part of the bank of the stream and pointed.
“That is where we are going to be today.” The people around her looked at each other and shrugged.
Most of those there stripped down to loincloths or less. Laun was of the less people. She waded into the silty water and covered herself in mud from the bottom of the river and sighed at the coolness on her skin. She then called for one of the baskets and started to dig into the bank with her bare hands, the clumps of mud going into the basket.
She used the silty water through the basket to clean the clumps of mud and held up a small crystal for the confused people around her to see. Edgar knew, as did Gem, but no one else in the group had known.
Laun had to rest several times, but the group, including the soldiers and protector team, all took up baskets and harvested peridot crystals from the Grey. Some of the mud dwelling fish were also caught, the fishes kept in the cloudy water within baskets until the group started back to the keep again.
Laun made sure that each of the people that had been with her had a small piece of crystal or the black basalt with the crystals in it, but from a basket of them, not from her hand. She wanted to make sure that it was a pretty thing they liked, not just took because it was from her. Laun knew that some would still think of it that way, but that was up to them, not her.
Those around Laun could feel how edgy she had gotten since the sunburn. She could not be touched unless it was in a medicinal, soothing way. That let almost all the touch Laun craved stay by the side. People around her tried to not be too outwardly friendly with each other, too. On the ride back from the Grey, the motion of Grace under Laun started to effect her. Edgar noticed that the little noises she was making were not the pain moans that had been coming from her for days.
Edgar brought his horse to Laun’s and slowed their pace. He could not tell if the pinkness on his Love’s face was residual from the burn or a flush from desire. She flashed a small look to him before looking forward again and he knew it was not the sunburn.
Another slight slowing of the horses and Edgar had Laun at the back of the group. He held out his hand to her and she took it. “Love, do you want to take some time together before going back into the keep?”
Laun smiled and nodded. “I appreciate that you have been following the old protocols for the last few nights, but I miss being touched.”
Edgar and Laun called to those around them and the group stopped. What to do with the stones collected, who was to stay with the stones, and who was to stay with Laun was decided and the group split. The smaller group that were with Laun and Edgar left on foot as the horses were taken to be stabled.
After every storm, Lady Hellon’s Hill was restocked. The mats were brought back out, the tables repositioned. Each time, something slightly changed, some things being left inside, some new things brought out. Because of Wanda’s rigging demonstrations, there were ropes newly hung from the trees, some draped between holding lanterns where there wasn’t light before, some just hanging straight down to be used as climbing ropes into the trees that were the walls and roof of the outside Great hall.
The large trees were not the only ones to have rope from them. Edgar knew that one of the alcoves had been strung with rope, but not by Wanda. The escort was left at the Great Hall of the Hill as Edgar drew Laun along the paths to the secluded alcove.
A thin mat was on the ground, several ropes hung from the branches of the maples around the small clearing. Laun had not known about this and was intrigued.
Edgar was trying to be practical as well as inventive, even though he knew that this would be added to her repertoire in some way he would not expect later. Laun watched as Edgar took off his clothing and pulled on the ropes to test how sturdy they were. He judged heights and distances and made a few loops in the ropes, tying them at heights that he thought would be useful for what he had in mind.
“My Love, I hope this will help.” He took her hands gently and guided her to the middle of the space, between the ropes. He knelt and guided her to stand on his knee as he had her put the loops of rope around her wrists and then knees. Laun had a deep twitch in her mind with the ropes on her wrists, but they were loose and not restraining, just supporting. Another rope went under her bottom, on one of the only places not tender from being burnt, and Edgar tied the ropes that were looped for her wrists under her back, positioning them along where her halter tie had blocked some of the sun.
Laun was above the ground, suspended simply by the ropes. Edgar went to his knees again and gently started to lick at Laun’s womanhood. It was odd for Laun to have only rope on her, no hands to support her, no weight on her sunburn. The intense feelings that ran through her when Edgar’s lips met hers started her swinging on the ropes as she wiggled.
Her Love used that and had several fingers in her as she moved back and forth, moving inside her and making her squirm more. She held onto the rope at her wrists and pulled when she could, the tension helping to bring the sensations out more.
Laun was steadied by Edgar’s hand on her thigh. His manhood was ready for her as he stood. He bent his knees a little and drew her to him using the rope supporting her knees. His cock went along her lips and bumped her nub, Laun’s back arching slightly in response. He pushed on her womanhood and pulled her to him.
There were groans from both of them. It was good even though the heat was sticky and made touching a bit much. Laun’s sunburn made putting her on the ground painful to even think about. Just touching, manhood to womanhood, was an intense and different set of sensations.
Edgar was up to the hilt and started thrusting. The ropes let Laun move back and then the slap of skin on skin was loud as the rhythm sped up. Laun felt a slight strain in her arms as she clutched and pulled on the rope, but everything else was wonderful. Laun’s head went back and her hair brushed the mat below them. Edgar had been wanting to try this after he had seen the troupe doing acrobatics through the trees, but had not wanted to push Laun into trying it. He was happy that this opportunity had happened, even with the pain involved for his Love.
There was a clearing of a throat and a knock on a tree trunk. Laun turned her head to see Lieutenant Senri. Edgar stopped his motions, leaning heavily on the rope at Laun’s knees and not pulling out.
“I am sorry to interrupt. I should have realized...” Laun saw a flush on the officer’s face.
Laun smiled and giggled, causing Edgar to move with the slight contractions inside of her. “Ah! We...” Laun had to close her eyes and clear her throat to speak. “My Love had an idea as we were coming back from our day on the Grey. I think it is working.”
“Yes, ma’am. The merchant Gyrip is here and the Protectors at the barricade brought him through. He said he had a message that you needed...but I see you are not available right now.”
Laun nodded. “Have the message given to Geralk. It most likely needs to be translated anyway. Have whatever has been brought distributed accordingly. I have somethings for him, but that will have to wait, too.”
“Thank you, Highness.” Senri started to back out and then stopped. He stepped fully into the alcove and put his hand gently on Laun’s knee. “May I join?”
Laun raised her head and looked at Edgar. He was sweating, his eyes half closed as he was concentrating on the sensations of being in her and not moving. “My Love, do you mind?”
Her head wardsman shook his head and pulled out, his hand going to himself as the officer dropped to one knee to taste their Princess. Senri licked and sucked as he undid his buckles and laces, bringing sighs and moans from Laun.
Senri did not look directly at Edgar as he stood. The Lieutenant was embarrassed about the length of his manhood, but as the officer’s tunic went up and his leather pants went down, Edgar’s eyes could not look anywhere else. The cock that was about to slide into Laun was easily twice as large around as Edgar, the man suspecting more. Laun’s teeth bit her lip as Senri pushed in and a gasp came out as the officer started to pull Laun to him with the rope that had been under her butt. It had slid to her waist, lowering her slightly.
Laun felt herself stretch around him. It was a feeling she had loved before, but now had a pain to it in the first few thrusts until he was coated with her fluids. “Senri! I forgot to...say...” Laun could not speak because of the sensations that were quickly pushing her towards her peak.
Edgar put a hand on the officer’s hand. “She has said that we have to come to our peaks outside of her. Spill your seed on, not in her.”
Senri nodded, a concentrated look on his face. “Anything for our Highness.”
Edgar watched the man thrusting his wide cock in and out of Laun, her reactions becoming more and louder. There was a familiar tone in her voice that meant she was close, but it was a signal to many men that they could not stop. Senri started to growl, and then pushed Laun away, turning slightly and using his hands to bring himself to full orgasm. He clenched his body and this teeth as he shot his seed onto the ground at the base of one of the trees, making a loud growl, but not bellowing as he really wanted.
The officer leaned against one of the trees on the perimeter of the small clearing. He caught his breath and shakily redid his clothing as Edgar assumed the spot between Laun’s legs again. Edgar saw just a little blood on Laun, a finger gently placed on it showing him that Senri’s size had torn her womanhood’s scar open slightly.
Senri watched as Edgar knelt, his face going into Laun’s fur. Laun was very close to an orgasm. He smiled and liked how her hair draped to the ground, her heavy breasts to the sides as once they would have been pointed more up to the sky. The officer went to his Princess and carefully only touched the skin that was mostly cream, not pinkish tan. He rolled his fingers around the large nipples and licked some of her milk off of her skin.
That brought Laun even closer. Edgar saw the Officer playing with Laun’s breasts and stood, thrusting into her without any notice. Ripples of sensation, a shiver that Laun had not felt in a while went through her. The different position and the slight danger thrilled her and as Edgar used the free motion of the ropes to speed up his thrusts, Laun felt herself come to and tip over the edge.
No one could mistake the sounds that came through the woods on Lady Hellon’s Hill. Many of the escort smiled, thinking of the pleasures they had had with Princess Laun themselves. She was louder than usual and the shaded Hill did not muffle the sounds on that hot afternoon. There was a satisfied look on the Lieutenants face as he came from the paths, several of the soldiers throwing salutes to him and his returned sloppy as he went through. Knowing looks passed between everyone.
Edgar was close himself. Laun settled from her orgasm, barely staying on the ropes. He swallowed and pulled out, hands starting to pull on the ropes to undo her.
“What...? Love, I know you didn’t finish. Please-” She tried to wrap her legs around him and found that the ropes bit into her skin.
“I don’t have to-”
“You do. You have given me such a wonderful gift today. Please. I want to know you have enjoyed yourself, too.”
Edgar put his hand on her stomach. “I have enjoyed myself. You have been hanging here too long-”
“No. Love, please. I know you were getting close yourself. Don’t stop. Finish.”
Edgar did not have to be convinced further. He pushed himself into her and held onto her legs, feeling her around him. He started to move, to thrust. The swinging motion made it easy and he felt that his legs wanted to buckle as the first of the pulses through his abdomen and down through his manhood went through him.
“I feel you, Love. Please come for me!” Laun quietly said. She hoped that he would stay in her, fill her up with his seed, but his legs gave out and he was on his back, gripping himself tightly until his seed shot out, landing on himself, but also on the mat.
She did hang there for just a few more minutes until Edgar was able to kneel. She came down and almost fell into his arms. They kissed and she felt him tremble as his hands tried to not press too hard into her sunburn.
There were a few raw spots that made themselves known as Laun moved around, but it was worth being with Edgar and letting him try something new with her.
“Have you done this with anyone else, Love?” Laun leaned on his chest as his arms were gently around her.
Edgar shook his head and said, “I have wanted to do that for a while. Since the acrobats put the ropes in the trees.”
Laun smiled. “Anything can lead to sex, it seems.” She lifted her face and they kissed tenderly.
“Just being around you leads to it.”
Laun bit her lip and looked into Edgar’s eyes. She had to push his arms away slightly but did not want to entirely break contact. “It can lead to other things, too.”
His eyebrows came together. “What are you thinking of, Love?”
Her fingertips drew across his lips and she whispered, “I want to have your child.”
He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. “You should recover more from the twins before even considering having another child.”
“If the Gods want us to have one, it will come. I want it to be yours, my Lord.”
He looked into her eyes and kissed her fingertips. “As you wish, my Lady. But not now. There are too many things still happening in the Kingdom.”
Laun nodded. “I want to do something that will help.”
A pained expression went through Edgar. “What are you up to?”
Laun smiled and scratched her nose where it was peeling. “As Princess Laun, I wish to visit my closest Landed neighbor. I am not talking about Senri.”
He blinked and shook his head. “You are not going to Nestwood. It is too dangerous.”
“All war is dangerous, Love, that is why it is to be avoided. If I can convince the noble that has been installed there to not march on us, I think that would tip things in our favor.”
He looked into her eyes and saw the stone core under her words. They had been able to convince her not to go to Nestwood several times. This time, he would not be able to change her mind. “My Lady Love, what do you need to make this work?”
Laun smiled. “Thank you.”
Onto Chapter 25, where Laun unfurls a not so subtle plan
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