the Leathermines

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The line to get into the city was not long, but it took time as the negotiations with the Midlands guard at the gate re-started for each person or group that went through.

Senri led the group to the gate, his uniform dusty and mussed from the road.  He had tried to get himself in order while he was in line, but it was hard to do while on a moving horse.  He glanced at Laun and saw a line of blood still crusted on her neck, but not as obvious as before she had washed herself and her tunic in the stream they had passed at first light.  The dark splatter on the brown deerskin jerkin only really showed at an angle and mottled to a woodland pattern otherwise.

Senri was hailed by the guard, warriors grips from the back of the horse to the standing soldier.  “Lieutenant Senri, Fourth Logistics and Supply.  In to report and escorting these people.”  He motioned with his head and the Sergeant looked at the tired travelers.

There was a nod and the Sergeant saluted.  “I hope your roads were clear, Sir.  Come on in, but the civilians still have to pay entry.”

“What?  But I am escorting them in to the-”

Laun kneed Grace forward past Dougal, second from Senri in the line.  “How much.”  She was not going to do much negotiating if she could help it, but she knew how much they had in her pouch.

The Sergeant looked at her and pulled his chin in.  He turned and made a rude gesture, one the military men on the Salam-Dir lands had taught her as she was teaching some of them the hand signals the Protectors used.  He turned back after the soldiers behind him laughed and looked at the civilians in the group again.

“Standard is five copper each, but I see you all have horses.  Horses are expensive, especially when you have extra.”  He nodded to the four riderless horses.  “A silver each.”

Laun shook her head and frowned.  “That is quite a jump in price, Sergeant.  I don’t think I can meet that.  How about three silver for the whole group?”

“Laun just tell him-”  Laun’s hand went up and Edgar quieted.

“So... You are the leader of this group?  Only women I know who think they are leaders are nobles.”  His eye went to Dougal who turned away after his eye was caught.  “Ah hah!  A kept husband?”  The soldiers behind the negotiating Sergeant laughed.

Senri turned his horse slightly and said, “This is unnecessary, Laun.”

Laun smiled and said, “All citizens have to do this, don’t they?  We are no different.”  She focused on the Sergeant, looking at him up and down.  “I have the three silver right here.”

Laun was not as good with pulling out the coins as she had hoped, a gold peeking over the edge of the pouch as she drew her hand back with the coins she was offering.  “I know you can afford more, Lady.”  His tone was condescending.

“You know nothing of the sort.  I do know that you are wearing brand new boots, hardly been worn, and a new set of leathers.  But your belt is old and the call thong on your belt is worn past needing to be replaced.  You are taking some of the fees you are collecting and making yourself comfortable on the backs of those you are taking from.”

He flushed and put on a hard face.  “Nothing of the sort.  I am taking in fees to help the Capitol City be able to stay secure.  One gold for the lot of you.”  He put his arms over his chest and looked like he was not to be budged in stance or coin.

Laun reached in and pulled out another silver.  “I offer you four silver.”

“Gold.  I saw it.  You have it and that is the price for your group.”

Erin called from near the back of the group, “If you need more, Highness, I am willing...”

Heads bowed in the group, several of those closest to him raising fists to him, more than ready to hit him, even though his words had already torn their veil.

The Sergeant looked back and forth to the man who had spoken and the woman.  Then to the Lieutenant who nodded.

“Shit!”  The Sergeant came to attention and saluted, the rest of his squad taking a moment before following suit.  “I did not know, Princess Laun!  You should have announced yourself.”

Laun saluted and tossed the coins at the man.  “My cousin and I were trying to blend in on our way to see my father, the King.”

The Sergeant turned and looked at Dougal, saluting again.  “Prince Dougal!  You were not expected!”  He then recognized the messenger that had been through several times to and from the King, the military baring in civilian clothing making the Sargent salute him, just in case.

The men behind him started to laugh at the Sergeant, even as their own hands went to their proper salutes.  Dougal made a sloppy salute and tried to sit taller in the saddle.  The Sergeant motioned and the small gate inside the large gate was moved.

“Your Highnesses - please.  Can I offer you refreshments in the guard house, a basin of water as we send for an escort?”

Gem moved her horse up through the group as they moved forward.  “Mistress, you could change into the dress I packed.”

Laun shook her head and looked at Dougal.  “If my dear cousin is in agreement, I don’t think we have time.  We have been on the road too long and have news that the King and his Council need to hear.”

Dougal nodded, finding his voice.  “My cousin is right.  We need to find our way to the Palace.  We can rest there.”

Laun smiled when she caught his eye, Dougal nodding to her before moving past and to a slight clear area next to the guardhouse.  Several of the guards looked at each other and ran, coming back mounted on fast horses meant to go after anyone trying to flee the city.  It took a moment to regroup, Senri at the lead, Laun and Dougal behind him.  The guards were on either side of the royal heirs and several were along the sides and at the back of the group.

Laun laughed as they were into the city, turning to Dougal and saying, “I meant to ask if he was the one who took my sheepskin last time I was here.”  Laun had said it loud enough for Silar to hear as the assassins were the next rank in the procession.  She turned and saw the embarrassment on the dark man.  She did not bring up his kidnapping of her often, but it seemed appropriate, and she knew his own guilt kept him in line.

The way was not exactly cleared as they went through the streets of the Capitol City, but as the military force around the group was seen, people would step back and watch.  Some eyes were on the soldiers, some on the people being escorted.  A few people turned away and left the crowd, the information of the group being rushed to different people.

The greens around the Palace glowed in the sunset.  A few people were walking along the short cropped grass.  The doorway into the Palace was open, a well dressed man and his servants coming out.  The soldiers who had escorted the group from Salam-Dir dismounted, helping the saddle weary travelers down to the ground.  Dougal and Laun both were saluted as they leaned against their horses.

The noble coming out of the Palace saw the group and bowed, moving out of the way.  Laun could not remember his name, but knew that he had been one of her suitors while she was held in the Palace.  She never went for him.  He was more of a merchant than a noble and was obvious in wanting to use her for his own gain in contracts with the royal house.

Laun stepped closer to him and held out her hand.  He took it and bowed over it.  “It is good to see you again.”

“Lady.  It looks as though you have been riding for a while.”  He kissed her hand and smiled the sneaky smile she remembered.

“Been on the road for several days from my lands up North.  Need to talk with my Father about a few things.”  Laun smiled at him and withdrew her hand from his.  “If I am in the Capitol City long enough, perhaps we may have noon meal together?”

“I would be honored.”  He stood and smeared more of a smile over his face.

“Tell my servant where I may reach you and I will send a message if I have time.”  Laun motioned and Gem stepped forward.

Laun turned, leaving the noble where he stood, not more than a second thought for him.  She stepped towards the still open door, past the servants with the noble, saluting the soldiers before stepping through the door to the darker reception hall.

There was a man on the other side, dressed with just a few too many layers of expensive clothing for such a hot day.  He had many glittering pieces of jewelry on and a haughty look in his eye.  The uniform grey and blue servants behind him were as impassive as ever.

“Please, may I be escorted to King Falmir?”  Laun spoke softly and stood with her hands clasped in front of her.

The man did not seem short, but he raised himself up to look down his nose at Laun.  “His Majesty is not to be disturbed while in council.  We can have you taken to a room to await the pleasure of his Majesty.”

Laun’s people came in and stood in the hall.  The man looked at the men gathering around her but did not back down in his stance.  “I am asking to be taken to my fa-”

“You will be escorted to a waiting room with your followers as protocol demands.”  The minor noble dismissively waived and a few of the servants standing along the wall stepped forward.

Laun stepped back and looked at the servants coming towards her.  “Protocol?”  Laun’s voice rose in volume and lowered in pitch.  “You are pushing me into a room away from the King because of protocol?”

“No one goes directly to the King.  No one.”

Laun pointed to one of the servants along the wall.  She recognized him from her room when she was caught in the Palace.  “Who is he?”  Launs hand swung to Klemner.

Laun saw the servant have a shock go through him.  His voice was cracked and dry as he said, “Our Palace head chef.”

“Who am I?”

He coughed slightly and said, “Lady Laun.”

She smiled and shook her head.  Her voice dropped to where Edgar was wondering if she had been practicing.  “Who. Am. I?”

His voice was shaky, but not from disuse.  “Her highness, Princess Laun.”

Laun turned back to the noble man and pointed at him.  “If you do not take me to my father, the King, right now, I will pull your smug little cock out of your expensive clothing and cut it off.  Right here.”

The man reflexively covered his groin and started to walk sideways, bumping into one of the servants that had stepped forward.  Laun looked at the servant closest to her and motioned the servant to in front of her.  The servant bowed slightly and started to walk.  The group started to follow, the bureaucrat noble trailing behind trying to apologize.

“Highness!  I did not recognize you!  Please!  If I had known-”

Laun stopped and her people stopped, all turning towards the sycophant.  Laun pointed yet again and asked, “Who is he?”

There was true panic in the man’s face.  His voice was small as he answered, “I don’t know.”

Laun took a step towards the cowering man and said, “He is the Son of the Princess of the Realm Lady Tressa, Nephew of King Falmir, Heir to the throne of the Midlands, Prince Dougal.  Who the hell are you?”

The man squeaked out, “Yuri Rub-”  He could not say all of his name because he could not breathe.

Laun looked at the man as he turned unnatural colors.  She turned and started walking again, the lesser noble going to his knees in the middle of the wide hall, several small groups of other sycophants rapidly talking among themselves.

The servant who led them to the council chambers motioned to the servants outside the door.  “Our Prince and Princess wish to meet with the King.”  The servants looked surprised at each other, hearing the voice of one of the implacable servants of the household.  They nodded and they scratched on the door, a call to open coming in after a moment.

“We didn’t order any food-”

Falmir stood and looked at the people who came in, some saluting, some bowing, one just standing as the others flowed into the room around her.

“Fuck me.  Thorn!  Fuck me!  Dougal!”

Whatever had been on the table to be discussed was forgotten for the moment as Falmir came down the long table past his council and greeted the people who had just interrupted.  Dreng stood and made his way down to give and receive hugs and warrior grips, too.

Laun looked around at the people in the room.  She recognized several faces from her time in the Palace, remembered bodies of some.  She turned slightly pink and tried to step back to let the others be greeted.  Falmir would not have any of it.  He held his large hand to her, kissing her hand and then putting her knuckles to his forehead.  He then swept her up in his arms and would not let her go until he was punched in the arm by his father.

“Let the old man get a crack at her, too, bastard.”  Falmir put her down and Dreng was gentler to begin with in his embrace, but was just as strong and had to be pried off of her.

Dougal was also being given a long hug by his Uncle, much pounding on each other’s backs to make up for lost time.  They were glad to see each other, though Laun saw a glance in her direction by her cousin that made her pause.

The others were given warriors grips and slaps on the arm and in the case of Gem hand kisses and a respectful nod.  Falmir worked his way through the people, being introduced to Evan as one of Launs servants and protectors and accepting the man without reservation.  Then Erin.

Falmir scrunched up his face.  “You are one of the Rosemond nobles I let take land.”  He swung around and looked at the very familiar form of Hunter.  “Your land.”  Falmir swung around again and looked at Laun and then at the man’s limp.  “Is he under sword ransom?”

Laun shook her head and motioned to Erin.  Erin took a limped step forward and said, “Your Majesty, I come to you with information.  Our Highness convinced me of certain things and I have...been turned from the plans I was given.”

Falmir became quiet.  He swung his head and looked at Dreng, the old King’s one eye looking him at him straight before nodding.  He turned and Laun’s attention went to the other people and the table in the room.  Falmir strode to where he had been sitting and leaned on the back of his chair, looking around at the people sitting in council.

Launs gaze went to the papers strewn across the large table.  Maps and documents.  Many maps of many parts of the Midlands.  Lists, names and places.  Laun looked at the people around the table and then looked again.  She knew at least two of them were Rosemond by birth.

Laun walked slowly, looking at the papers and parchments and clothing and attitudes.  It was not really safe to talk the way she wished to, but she had to say something.  “Father, this is not a pleasure visit.  We all have things to be told, mostly to you.”

Falmir snorted and looked at Laun.  “What do you have to tell me, my sequestered Thorn?”

Laun’s smile was not a kind one.  “I have to tell you many things, father.  I will start with just one.  She never left.”

The large man’s face showed confusion for a moment and then anger.  “How the fuck would you know that?”

Laun held her hands out to him, palm up.  Her smile softened and she became very still.  “Because that is what I do.”  She felt the eyes of many of the councilors in the room on her.  “King Falmir, we all need to talk to you in private to let you decide what information we have you will allow out of this room.”

Several of the councilors stood and started to object.  Most of the objectors were from Rosemond.  They started to talk, to bring up precedents and reasons for the full council to be present.  Dreng held back and watched, waiting to see if he had to use his position to kick them out, or at least quiet them.  Falmir looked from his daughter to the people around the table and to the people who had followed Laun from the North.

“Leave us.”  There was quiet.  And then the press of voices was even louder and Falmir bellowed at the top of his voice, “If I have to say it again I will have your blood!”

Those who were not speaking were the first to take themselves out of the room.  They were not so quickly followed by the ones who had been speaking, egos bruised and tempers showing but in check.  Falmir motioned and everyone took one of the now empty chairs, except for Laun.  She went to Falmir’s side and put a gentle hand on his arm.  He put his massive hand over hers and nodded to her before he sat, Laun standing at his side.

“If I may, Senri, the Lieutenant, has a military perspective on what has been going on and has seen much of what I have.  I know that everyone at this table has information, but a base of his words will help the story grow faster than if we did it haphazardly.”

Falmir nodded at his daughter and turned to Senri who had stood again.  Laun’s hand went to Falmir’s shoulder as she stood beside him, his hand covering hers as he leaned on the arm of the chair.

“Sir!  Lieutenant Senri reporting.  Most of the Fourth was sent back to Salam-Dir as part escort for a supply caravan, and to look after her Highness.”

Falmir nodded.  “I know that.”

Senri also nodded, once and crisply.  “I beg indulgence, your Majesty, and ask that the rest of the fourth be reassigned to the Salam-Dir post.  Having the company split like this has made some things difficult.”

“War is difficult.  I’ll think about it.”

“Thank you, sir.”  The Lieutenant went to give a report, leaving out a few things here and there inappropriate for a father to hear about his daughter.  He detailed the supply problems, the scouting attacks and the Rosemond prisoners, ending with the trip to the Capitol City.  “The bandit groups now know that they are not safe, sir, and it is because your daughter was able to keep her head and take out two herself when we were caught flat footed.”

Falmir looked at his daughter and saw the dried line of blood and the darker area on the collar of the tunic as she stood next to him.  He was not sure if he wanted to compliment her or throw her down and fuck her.  She turned and smiled at him and he knew - both.  “Good girl.”

“Thank you.  If you are done?  Erin.  I know that you have much more background for the whole plot.  As much as you are comfortable with.”

Erin stood and leaned on the table.  “I am not comfortable with any of it, My Lady.  It seems to have started far before I was brought from Rosemond.”

Falmir leaned forward.  “You look like-”  He stopped and Laun saw a combination of hate and sadness go through him.

“Yes.  I am Erin Bedral, older brother to Ithian.  We did not always get along, but we both were taken by the same women.”  He smiled at Laun who appropriately blushed.  “Though not always the kind ones such as your daughter.”

Falmir looked up at Laun.  She looked down, though not directly into his eyes.  “Thorn, we have to put a leash on you.”

“You would have five companies worth of troops just from Nestwood to deal with if I hadn’t gone to Erin.”

His eyes went wide and Falmir spat out, “Five?  How does that small land hold  that many troops?”  His head turned and Erin swayed under the gaze of the King.

“The land is not as small as you may think, and we had supply drops...  Had supply drops that kept the men fed so we used all the fields for encampment.”  Erin looked down for a moment and then started on telling about how he was brought over to befriend the nobles in the Midlands, to become part of Falmir’s group, even on the periphery.  The installation after the castle and keep were cleared of bodies.  The troops that came in the spring and the training they had been going through.  “It was pointed out to me, very gently, that the person who was pulling the plot along all this time was someone I had known all my life.  It was hard for me to hear the depth of her treachery, but I understand now.”

Falmir waited but had to know.  “Who?”

Erin looked down for a moment.  “My Aunt, Lady Engrid.”

Dreng swore and turned away, his missing eye turned to the group so he did not have to look at anyone.

Gem came up to Laun and put a hand on her arm.  “Mistress, you look unwell.”

Falmir heard and turned, looking up to see that Laun had indeed turned slightly pale.  “The rest of this can wait.  You need food.”  He leaned his head over and kissed her hand.  “You are half the woman I remember.”

Laun smiled.  “I have less people in me, sire.”

“You will have to tell me about the girls, but not right now.”  Falmir stood from the table, most of the others following his lead.  “Now that I have my head chef back, I might have some decent food.”

Klemner scowled.  “I hope I don’t find what I think I will down below.”

The group was split, household servants guiding those unfamiliar with the huge Palace to where they needed to go.  Hunter and Fount went to deal with the horses left at the front as Klemner disappeared behind a panel in the wall to dive into the Palace underworld.  Falmir would not let his Daughter stray more than a few feet without touching her again, Silar staying a pace behind and keeping an eye on them.  Gem took Evan into the servants ways once she found out where her Mistress was going to be put.

Falmir had Dougal and Laun with him as they made their way through the Palace.  Word had been sent to open rooms for the guests and Laun was surprised when she was led to the door of Lady Engrid’s rooms.

“She has been gone since I came back from Salam-Dir.  She cleared out when she knew I was alive and coming back.  It is part of the royal wing and you should be in it.”

Laun did not want to touch the door.  “Where shall my cousin be staying?”  She felt the heat of a blush starting when Dougal looked at her and did not turn away.

“The corridor turns up there and there is a set of rooms he is being put in.  I am between you two on this side and Dreng and Bett over there.”  Falmir pointed and then turned back to Laun.  “I think you will find this set of rooms much better than the small thing I held you in.”

Laun nodded, noting each doorway.  “Thank you.  I hope I don’t keep you up at night.”

Falmir wrapped his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.  “Not any more than the rest of the Kingdom does, Thorn.  Now go in and rest.  I’m sure they have taken all the good bathing stuff out and replaced it with horse soap by now.”  He coughed when Laun’s fist hit his stomach, and then kissed the top of her head again.

“Thank you, sire.”  Laun put her hand on the doorknob and found that it was being opened by Silar.

“Now!  You, my boy.  Tell me of yourself-”  The door closed and the loud voice of Falmir as he cajoled his nephew was muffled.

There were grey and blue dressed servants in the room.  Laun looked around and saw that it had been taken to very basic furnishings, even the curtains that had been across the large windows had been removed.  She glanced through and saw that night had covered the city, light points in the darkness.  Laun nodded to the servants and looked at the different doors going off from the main room.

“Privy.”  One of the servants motioned to a door and it was opened for Laun before she reached it.  There were a few servants who stepped back as Laun went to the ceramic seat.  She undid the straps on her pants and had to pull hard on the leather to get the garment down enough to sit on the cool seat.

The servants turned, flustered that Laun would do that in front of them, both being male.  They were even more dumfounded when they turned back and she had stripped down to her halter, brown with dried blood on the beige linen.

“Boots.”  Laun was getting more and more tired and less and less verbal.  She held up one leg and the servants helped to get the boots and socks off, taking the pants and other clothing from her as she sat on the privy.

She wiped with several of the paper flowers and stood, almost forgetting to step on the pedal.  She looked around and thought of having a bath with how she stunk, and felt with the bandits seed having gone into her.  She was too tired to actively consider it, even with the tub being low and easy to get into.  She didn’t know what to expect and did not want to be caught in a bad position while in the rooms.  The colors were pleasant, though more yellow than she would have really liked.  The yellow and green made the tiled floor and wall look slightly moldy to Laun’s eye.

She took the halter off as she stood in the unfamiliar bathing chamber.  Her breasts were heavy and painful, but it felt good releasing them after riding all day.  She let it hit the floor and she was naked, dried blood streaked over her chest and neck, highlighting the silvered scars across her body.

“Mistress.”  Silar was down on one knee just inside the door.  Laun turned slowly and looked at him, her slow blink telling how tired she was.  “There will be dinner sent up soon.  May I draw a bath for you?”

She looked at herself in the mirror above the vanity table.  She saw the dried blood and cringed.  She saw the fear in the eyes of the servants that glanced at her.  Food was coming and she could relax now that she was in the Palace.

“Yes.  Please.”

A stool was placed and Laun relaxed against Silar’s hands as he used some of the bathing preparations as lubrication as he worked on her tired and abused muscles.  Hot water was placed in the tiled tub installed in the floor and Laun was able to slip down into the water, the soaps lathering as it hit the water.  Silar’s hands continued to stroke down her arms and across her chest, reaching into the hot water to slide between her breasts and up her sides.  The scent of the fancy bath stuff was not as strong as she remembered them being, the rose and other scents smelling delicious and not rancid, relaxing yet another part of her mind.

The water was turning pinkish and cloudy, the suds breaking and just a thin film with a few bubbles floating on top of the water.  Laun’s head was leaned back on the tub, her body almost completely immersed in the water.  She felt her breasts floating slightly, the pressure from inside still there but the pain of the heaviness taken from her chest and shoulders.  She felt her hair being brushed, the slight pull of her scalp usually slightly thrilling, an erotic feel to such an ordinary thing.  Right then, she just knew her hair was going to be untangled.  The rhythm was calming.

Something was being pressed to her lips and she opened her eyes.  She hadn’t remembered closing them.  A piece of apple with a little honey dripping from it’s edge was there, held for her.  She opened her mouth and the slice slid into her mouth, onto her tongue, the honey dripping on her chin as it went in.  She had the slight snap of the flesh between her teeth release a tartness across her tongue that needed the honey to soften it.  Her mouth started to water and she had to swallow just to keep from drooling down her own chin.

Another slice was being offered to her as she finished the first, the honey dripping from the edge into the water.  Laun held out her tongue as she opened her mouth, the honey being dripped onto her tongue before the apple slice was placed on her tongue.  Her lips had dribbles of honey on them and Laun rubbed her lips together, the stickiness a good sensation for Laun.

She had been focusing on the food and had not really looked at the hand.  She looked up and back but could not focus on who was sitting behind her to feed her these tangy and sweet morsels.  She closed her eyes and relaxed back into the water.

More honey was being dropped onto her lips.  She kept her eyes closed and opened her mouth.  A slice of the apple was placed, but then she felt it being withdrawn, slowly.  Her first reaction was to bite, to keep it in her mouth, but she stopped herself.  She closed her lips around the apple and let the slice slide out, tart juice from the slice mixing with the honey as the slice was taken completely out of her mouth.

Her tongue-tip went across her lips, trying to get to all of the honey left there.  She felt the heat of someone’s skin, their breath, before their lips pressed to hers.  It was tender and their lips did not part, did not force a tongue to hers.  There was a slight stubble, a man’s lips, but it did not hurt as he pulled away without pressing or rubbing against her skin.

Laun sighed.  She felt relaxed and happier than she had been for a while.  She tipped her head slightly to the side and felt a cloth dip into the water at her shoulder to then be drawn along her skin and up the side of her neck.  It rubbed there for a moment, a slight pinching feeling as the dried blood was moistened and removed.  She reached her hand to her neck and found the hand holding the cloth.  She held onto the hand for a moment and then released it.  Her head tipped the other way and the cloth moved through the water, brushing her breasts and then up her shoulder and neck, to more blood hiding in her hairline.

Laun smiled.  She was still tired and her body hurt, but it was not as much for both.  The small amount of food had made her hungry for more.  She tilted her head back slightly and opened her mouth, her eyes still closed.  Cold sweetmilk was slowly dribbled into her mouth, some of it going down her chin and into the water.  She swallowed and opened her mouth again, the sweetmilk being given to her slightly warmer.  She found out why when the lips were back on hers, the milk flavored with honey and sweetbark coming from between his lips.

“Disa used to do that for me...” Laun whispered after she cleared her mouth.  There was a low chuckle and another slice of apple being rubbed along her lower lip, her skin dragged slightly by the honey coming from it.  She ate that piece and sighed.

“Thank you.  Whomever you are.”  Laun’s voice was still soft, an edge of sleepiness rounding her words.

A large hand gently stroked down her cheek.  His thumb ran along her lips and she felt a sensation, a tingle, that went through her starting at her lips.  The fingers drew back along her chin, some of the wayward honey being wiped from her skin. The hand moved slightly and she felt a tongue on her chin, licking the honey from her.

She took a breath in.  She smelled the rose of the bath oils.  She smelled the apple and honey.  She smelled the musk of the man touching her.  There was the smell of horses and wet linen.  There was...  Laun sighed out into his mouth.

Did she want to open her eyes and see the man she was kissing?  He was being so tender and gentle.  He was taking care of her and pampering her.  There was a little voice that tried to speak, but her sleepy mind and her heating body quieted the voice.  She knew who it was.  Right then, she did not care.

He pulled away his mouth but did not move away from her.  She could feel his breath, shallow and warm on her face.  His thumb was back on her lips, pulling their saliva and some honey along her lips.  She smiled and put her tongue out slightly, tempting the man.  He drew his thumb over her tongue and she flicked the tip at his thumb.  She tasted salt and honey and ink and soap.  She scrunched up her nose and eyes, grimacing.

There was a small laugh from him.  He pulled his hand from her and kissed her again.  The small voice was louder, but it was not saying what she thought it had been saying before.  It was encouraging her, telling her that the man wished to have her, loved her, and that she should want him, too.  There was something comforting in the feeling, being needed, wanted.  It did not matter who it was.

Laun raised her hand from the water and held his head.  The hair shaved close on the sides, helmet length otherwise.  He had kept it from his visit.  He was clothed, his sleeve dropped into the water.  A pulse went through her.  She wanted him.  She should not want him, but she had thought about it, even before the night at the stump.  His arms were around her, his mouth on hers.

“Sire...”  Laun opened her eyes and it was he, a smolder in his stare as he looked into her eyes.

“Thorn.”  He ran his fingers along her chin again and leaned in and kissed her again.  He put more pressure into it, more passion, as if he needed her to let him open up.  She held his head to her, wanting him there.

He stopped kissing her but only pulled back enough to speak.  “My Thorn.  I want you so badly.  Let me take you.  Let me be one with you.”

They breathed together for a while, his lips almost touching hers.  His eyes looked into hers, both searching for something.  Laun’s grip on the back of his head tightened in his hair, his eyes rolling and fluttering slightly.

Laun made a decision.  She hoped she did not regret it, but she hoped her thoughts, her conditions would help.

“Sire, one thing I ask and I hope you understand,” she breathed into his mouth.

“Anything, my Thorn.”  She could feel his breath quickening.

She licked her lips, the tip of her tongue touching his lips and making him kiss her briefly.  She gasped and closed her eyes, waves of need going through her.  “Sire-please.  I made a fool out of myself yesterday morning and I need to remedy that.”

Falmir leaned away slightly and looked into Launs face.  “How?”

Laun swallowed nervously before saying, “Please ask my cousin to join us.  If I will break the taboo with you, I should break it with him, too.”

He glanced up over Laun’s head and down again.  Laun laughed.  “My Thorn, I can’t even plan something like this without you seeing right through it.”

Laun was more awake.  She turned over in the tub and looked, seeing that Dougal was in the bathing chamber, the door to the main room closed.  “Your idea?”

He shrugged and flushed.  “I mentioned the Inn while we were talking and it just slipped out.”  He looked at the floor for a moment and then to Laun.  “Once.  I ask for once.”

Laun pulled herself up onto the side of the tub, leaning her head on her crossed arms.  “I have been told that once is not enough with me.  And that I wear people out.  Are you sure you wish to do this?”

He nodded.  “Yes.  Even more than before.”

Laun started to turn to ask the same of Falmir when he leaned in and started to bite the back of her neck.  Her reaction was instant, the wave of sensation bringing her close to drowning herself as she had a minor convulsion of pleasure.  Her braided hair fell into the water and she turned to face Falmir.  “Sire-”  His lips were on hers, his arm in the water holding her at the surface along her back.

The sensation was incredible.  Knowing who it was, what she had just said she was going to do with them made it feel more intense.  His arm strong around her, holding her, supporting her as their breaths flowed together felt right.  She gasped as his mouth went to her neck, teeth nipping at her.

Her eyes went wide.  “The servants.”

Falmir leaned back.  “Orders are none will enter until dawn.  Even yours.”

Laun had a flash of fear.  “I hope I can handle both of you without...  The others from my household?”

Falmir smiled.  “I bought some services for them that I hope they enjoy.”

Laun relaxed knowing that her people would not be alone.  “Thank you.  One last thing.”

Falmir leaned further back and had a pained expression.  “My Thorn, what the hell are you delaying for?”

Laun put her fingers on his mouth.  “I have one new rule that both of you need to follow.  Spill your seed outside of me.”

He scrunched up his eyebrows and then nodded.  “I understand.  Do you?”  Falmir looked up to Dougal.

“Yes, Uncle.”

Laun drew in a breath and let it out through pursed lips.  “I hope I please you tonight, Sire.”

“I just hope you live up to your reputation.”

Laun blushed and turned her head slightly.  Falmir brought his hand under the cooling water to her neck and pulled her face towards him.  He pushed his mouth onto hers and found a very warm and willing woman in his arms.

The men helped Laun out of the tub.  Cloths were forsaken to dry her as they held her and kissed her between them.  Falmir was in front of her, tall and powerful and kissing her as his hands stroked her breasts.  Dougal was behind, his hands kneading her ass as his mouth was making a trail along her deeply tanned shoulders.  Laun’s breath quickened slightly and she closed her eyes as one last pang of guilt went through her, but it was gone and she relaxed, enjoying the talents of the men of Hawkwell.

Laun giggled, making the men pause.  She shook her head and said, “Just don’t tell Dreng or he’ll want some, too.”

Falmir shuddered.  “Never mentioning this to him.  Ever.”

Laun laughed and stepped to the side.  “Are you going to do a push and sigh with me?”  Her gaze went up and down the two men, her eyes slightly squinting.

Dougal landed his butt on the tile and started to pull his boots off.  Falmir laughed and tugged on his wet tunic, the linen slapping the floor when it landed.  Laun watched the two men, both she had seen naked before, one without realizing it.  She saw the similar builds, her father twice the size of her cousin.  The muscles were covered with a little more fat on Falmir, but he was stronger than the slimmer Dougal.  The men were both horse riders, their legs having large thighs to help keep them in control of their mounts.

Laun had a shiver go through her.  Mounts.  The manhoods that were there on the men were ready to be mounted.

There was a moment when they were all looking at each other, an uncertainty hanging in the air.  Laun was used to being looked at, though she had a twinge of something as her body was looked at by these two men, an unfulfilled thought that did not get a chance to darken her mind.

Falmir stepped to Laun and gathered her into his arms.  He looked into her eyes for a moment and then kissed her, his arms pushing her breath out of her until she had to gasp for air.  He loosened his grip, saying, “My Thorn, show me your talents.”

She smiled.  She ran her fingers along his forehead, tracing his eyebrows.  Her thumb ran down his nose so much like hers.  Her fingertips touched his mouth and she said, “As you wish, my King.”

“Wench.”  He pulled her back to him and kissed her.  His hands went down to her ass and pulled her up, pressing his manhood into her belly.

Gasping, Laun tilted her head away.  She felt slightly faint and said, “I think I need more food before I can really continue.”

Dougal knelt by the tray of sliced apples and honey.  He lifted his arm and Laun went to him, Falmir close behind her.  She used his raised arm to steady herself as she sat on the cool tile.  She started to reach for a slice of the tart apple and Dougal stopped her.

“You are not the only one who needs to eat, Laun.”  He picked up the bowl of honey and had a wicked gleam in his eye.  He pushed on her chest and she laid back on the tile.  The cool bowl was placed between Laun’s breasts and Dougal picked up a slice of apple.

The apple went into the honey and then trailed the honey over Laun’s breasts and neck until it came to her mouth.  The apple went in, her teeth grabbing and snapping the slice in half.  She chewed as two mouths licked and sucked the honey from her skin, her own sweet milk being squeezed and licked from her nipples.  Falmir and Dougal took turns, the older man trailing some of the golden liquid down her stomach to above her fur.

Falmir’s tongue was hot on her skin.  He worked his way down along the line of honey and did not stop where the honey had stopped.  Laun gasped, her back arching and tipping the bowl, honey spilling and covering one of her breasts.  Dougal moved the bowl and licked up the sweet from his cousin’s breast, circling her nipple with his tongue as the honey flowed past.

Falmir’s head was between Laun’s legs.  His nose was pressed against the lips of her womanhood, his tongue and teeth working on her clit.  Her hand went to his head and grabbed his hair.  He paused until he felt her push him further in.  She was not as sweet as the honey, but richer in flavor and much warmer.

Laun was moaning as Falmir sucked on her.  Dougal was still searching out honey on her with his tounguetip, working his way up and to her mouth.  Laun pulled Dougal into her and they kissed, her sounds muffled by him and then partially caused by him as he rolled his fingers over her breast, pinching her nipple.

Falmir sat up and ran his hands over Laun, turning her slightly so that her ass was towards him.  She had to break her kiss as she was rolled to her stomach, the tile sticky with some of the spilt honey.  Falmir took the pitcher of sweetmilk and poured a little of it on her back, the small of her back catching just a sip.

Laun was sighing and giggling at the sensations of the men drinking from her back.  Falmir took a mouthful and gave it to her in a kiss, his mouth staying on her far past her swallowing.  Dougal’s tongue lapped at the sweetmilk, and at places the drink had not touched.  Falmir watched as his nephew first licked Laun’s ass cheeks and then spread her ass to tentatively lick at the rosebud of an asshole there.

Falmir smiled and felt his manhood move with the thought of that ass.  He had plans, but he was not going to force it, yet.  She was still willing and he knew she was up to what he wanted.

A cloth was taken from a stack and Laun was dried a little from the sweetmilk poured onto her.  There was still some in the pitcher, but there were other things to do.

Laun felt her legs wobble as she was helped up to her feet.  She was led into the main room, a glance around telling her that, yes, they were alone.  Falmir sat on the couch, taking the middle for himself.  He motioned and Laun knelt.

She had not seen him erect before.  He was not as long as Erin, nor as wide as Senri, but the stiffness he presented to her made her a little frightened.  She was between his legs, looking at him, in the eyes and then at his manhood.  He was uncut, the head red under the foreskin and silver hairs mixed in with the brown at it’s base.  Dougal moved a table and laid on his back, his face becoming a live seat for Laun as she gave Falmir a deep, wet kiss on his manhood.

His tongue was good.  She moaned around the cock in her mouth, raising herself up to get to the head and then down to get more into her mouth, the mouth under her making her squirm and raise up again.  She felt good reactions within her, but they seemed to be dulled somehow.  She tried to exaggerate what she knew they could see and hear from her to make them feel better, know they were doing things to excite her.  It just wasn’t quite flowing through her like she normally felt.

Laun licked the sides of the cock in her hand, making noise as her womanhood was being treated to attentions she had not expected that evening.  Fingers went in her and Laun arched her back, her breasts rubbing against Falmir’s manhood.  He pressed them together around himself and saw a flash of pain on his daughter’s face, but only a flash.

She looked up at him, a look he had only seen on her face once, and that had been in the darkness at Salam-Dir.  “My King, how shall I please you tonight?”

Her tongue ran up the underside of his cock and he closed his eyes, the phrase reverberating around in his skull.  He had seen her fucking...no, making love before.  She had never quite hidden what she did in her room while she hosted him at Salam-Dir.  He had seen many of her sessions, always leaving her to her own lovers as one would always present to him as he stood in the shadows.  Each time seemed different.  Each for a reason, a purpose, even if that purpose had been pure pleasure.

Her purpose right then was him.  It thrilled him.  And, even if she did not know it, she used the red scarf phrase of the highest ranks.  She would be worth the price.

“Up.  I want to take you.”

Laun leaned back and used the chest of Dougal to help her raise herself up.  She went to straddle Falmir but he put his hands on her hips and stopped her.  He stood and pushed her towards one of the silk covered chairs.

Laun looked at the chair and back at Falmir.  She smiled and knelt on the chair, her knees wide apart and held by the arms.  She leaned on the back of the chair with one arm and reached down and stroked herself with her other hand.  Falmir rubbed his hands over her hips and ass, watching how she knew her body.  Her fingers drew across her clit and smoothed her lips back, showing him her wet womanhood.  Her fingertip went into herself and drew out, flicking wetly across her nub again, her breath sucking in and her eyes closing.

Dougal moved around the chair and stood, his manhood aimed at his cousin’s face.  She opened her eyes and smiled up at him.  She moved her hand from herself and tasted what was on her fingers.  Her hand was on Dougal’s manhood when Falmir pressed his cock’s head to the wet lips of her womanhood.  She closed her eyes, her forehead leaning on Dougal’s abdomen.

A low growl came from Laun as her father slid slowly into her.  She pushed back slightly and felt every inch of him going into her.  He stretched her, a forbidden fire going through her.

He stroked slowly out again.  Laun took Dougal into her mouth and sighed around him.  Falmir was taking each stroke slowly, agonizingly as Laun’s face was buried in the fur of her cousin, his manhood choking off her air supply more often than not as it pushed at the back of her throat.

Falmir grunted and Laun expected him to speed up, to peak.  He pulled out and started to finger her, sliding more and more fingers into her womanhood until he had four fingers in her up to his last knuckles.  Laun panted, stroking the uncut cock in her hand and turning to look behind her.

“Trying to remind me of how the babies came out?”  Laun smiled and her father laughed.  

He stroked in and out of her with his hand a few more times and then wiped her fluids on her.  It was a thick fluid and it clung to her thighs and ass in glistening streaks.  “Let’s get this into the bed in the other room.”  Falmir wrapped one arm around Laun’s waist and lifted her slightly from the chair.

Laun giggled.  It was not seductive or ladylike.  She giggled as he held her slightly off the floor, her legs dangling as her hands held onto the arms of the chair.  “I feel like a husk-doll.”

Falmir laughed.  He looked at his nephew and said, “Laugh!  Damnit boy.  You have no sense of humor.”

Dougal leaned on the back of the chair with one hand and stroked himself with the other.  “I think all my blood is somewhere other than my mind.”  He watched as Laun stepped lightly onto the rug, his Uncle running his hands up her body and supporting her breasts.  She leaned back into him, her arms going up, her hands trying to clasp behind Falmir’s head, grabbing his hair a little, Falmir’s eyes closing with a shiver.  Dougal watched as the large man behind her started to nibble on her neck, kissing the scars as he came to them.

Dougal saw love in that action.  Not just wanting to conquer and play with the woman in his arms.  Falmir loved Laun and needed to show her, his tenderness coming out as they did something forbidden.  Dougal felt ashamed of himself, watching how Laun accepted the affection of her father.  Not for what they were doing, but how he had tried to force himself on her at the Inn.

“Are you going to just stand there pulling on yourself?”  Falmir was at the doorway into the bed chamber, looking at Dougal with a sideways smile.

Laun was already in the room.  She had not seen it the one time she had been invited for a meal with Lady Engrid.  It was far larger than the green room, built in empty wardrobes along one wall were left open, the mirrors on the doors showing odd points of view to Laun as she moved through the room.

Candles and lamps had been lit by servants before being ordered out, many showing that it was far later than Laun thought it had been.  A sideboard had been put up, selections of cold meats, breads and fruit at hand.  Laun took a swipe at a white, creamy substance and found a soured cream flavored with herbs, a little sharp on the tongue by it’s self.  She dragged a smallbread through it and turned to take in the bed.

It was huge.  A double bed with two sets of posts at the corners, the two levels of bed looking difficult to get into as well as high off the ground.  The curtains draped from it were heavy, meant to block out light and sound, the dark green fabric dull in the candlelight.  Laun licked the cream off the bread before biting into it, turning again and seeing smaller beds around the larger one.  She smiled a small smile and wished she had her assassins with her.

“You look sad, Thorn.”  Falmir came to her and put his arms round her.  His chin rubbed the top of her head and her body leaned into him.  She was warm against him, his manhood being a nuisance as it pressed between them, Falmir wishing he could feel all her softness against him without that stiff thing.  He felt a small sigh more than heard it and she swallowed what she was eating.

Laun turned her head and looked up at him.  She hoped that he did not see the sadness she was feeling.  Not being able to share this moment with people.  Knowing that this could only happen once, never again.  Not having the support she was used to.

“Trying not to think of who last stayed here.”

Falmir reflexively pulled her in closer to him.  “I try every day.”  He leaned down and kissed her, tasting the soured cream and feeling the passion he had been hoping for.

They parted a little and Falmir grinned.  Laun’s eyes went wide but she was not able to do anything but drop her smallbread as he picked her up.  Her legs were over his arm, her own arms going around his neck to keep from falling.  He moved her to the end of the bed and flipped her over, her ass in the air as she knelt.  The lower level of the bed was almost the right height for him and he pushed into her with no warning.

Laun gripped the bedding as he thrust into her.  She let the noises come out as he sped up his thrusts, his hands on her hips pulling them together.  The slaps of skin on skin, the wet sounds as they moved together were loud in the room.  The noises of the forbidden tryst filled the room, drawing Dougal to beside the bed.

He had not seen Laun like that before.  He had avoided her room when she was there, enjoying her servant several times when she was not.  She had a look of pain and pleasure on her face, her body moving and reacting to the man behind her, encouraging with every movement.  Dougal’s hand was on himself, stroking his foreskin across his head and spreading his own leaked fluids along his shaft.

Falmir stopped.  He was panting and leaned over Laun, kissing her back as he withdrew.  Laun wiggled her hips, her ass welcoming the kisses as they came.  She sighed and lowered her head slightly to the bedding of the upper level as Falmir’s mouth went to her asshole, nothing timid about it.  He licked and tasted her, not entirely clean, but not as objectionable as he had feared.  He felt her relax around his tongue and knew she could take him.

He stepped back and motioned to Dougal.  Dougal was not as tall and looked at where Laun was.  He pushed at her ass, and she looked around, seeing his difficulty.  She moved up the bed until her body was supported by the upper level.  He climbed up behind her and put his hand on her womanhood.  She was warm and his hand was slick as he moved it around across her lower lips.  She pushed up a little.  His fingers went across her nub and he saw her muscles tense, her eyes close as she looked at him over her shoulder.

He knelt behind her, his hand rubbing his manhood on her, slicking himself with her juices.  He made sure he was connecting with her clit at each stroke outside of her, little moans coming from her each time.  He pulled the foreskin back as far as he could and aimed for her womanhood.  The red head slipped past the first of her and he stopped.  He was gasping for air, almost sobbing.  The feeling was intense, having his manhood in his cousin, something he had wanted for so long.  She was warm and slippery around him and surprisingly tight for having had children.

Her eyes were open and she was looking at him.  He could not read her, the slow blink and Laun’s eyebrows coming together could have meant anything.  He pushed in and she closed her eyes, her mouth open and letting out a small gasp.  He pulled out almost all the way and then forced his cock as far into her as it would go in one stroke.

“Ahh!”  Laun’s face went to the bedding.  He had been gentle and then the rough stroke was intense.  She could feel how hot his manhood was as Dougal thrust into her, pulling out and thrusting back in.  He moved slightly and his knees were on either side of her hips, his knees touching the second level of bedding when he touched bottom inside her.

Dougal moved his hands from her ass and hips up her sides, reaching around and holding her breasts.  His strokes became faster, shallower.  He felt her push back and up, moving her hips to get the most pleasure.

He sobbed.  He leaned over her back as he stroked into her and kissed her skin, tanned and scarred.  It was soft and smelled like flowers and her musk.

“Laun, I am so sorry for trying to force you at the Inn.  I wasn’t listening to you.  Forgive me...”

She heard him and her mind thought about what he said as her body reacted to his thrusts and hands.  “I forgive you, Dougal.  I shall ever forgive you.”

The words were said and she heard him sob again as his lips went to the skin on her back, sucking and kissing as he kept moving in her.

The words were heard and he relaxed and felt connected with his cousin in a way that Dougal did not know could happen as he felt the wetness from her nipples on his fingers.

The words had meaning and something deep in Laun’s mind opened and she felt.  Everything.  Intensely.

The first wave of her orgasm hit her and both Dougal and Falmir jumped at the sound she made.  Dougal could feel her body under him, around him and had problems holding onto her as she bucked under him.  She moaned and growled into the bedding, her hands tearing the linen as she grasped.

Dougal waited until she had stopped moving under him to pull himself out.  He was too close to going over the edge and he did not want to, yet.  Falmir’s hand was on his shoulder and Dougal was helped off the bed.  They looked at each other, both open mouthed.  No words could describe what they were both thinking after seeing Laun’s orgasm.

She was sighing and curling up slightly, her body starting to slide to the lower level of the bed.  She was happy and feeling the small waves that came to her after her intense orgasm.  She smiled at the men looking at her.  They both smiled back and moved towards the bed again.

Falmir motioned to the center of the bed.  Dougal and he climbed up and pulled Laun along the center until they were lined up in the bed, Laun in the middle.  Falmir’s hands rubbed along her body, feeling her belly tremble as small waves went through her, her eyes closing and a sigh coming from her lips.  Dougal found a spot where his hand dragged on her skin and he licked it, more honey sweetening the night.

They did not give her long to recover.  Their hands were on her, their mouths were on her.  Hard cocks rubbed on her from both sides.  She felt everything she showed, the gasps of air and grips of hair real.

“How are your legs doing, Thorn?”  His hand was between her legs, stroking through her fur, making her wiggle between the men.

She had to wait til he paused to answer, her voice breathy as she said, “Tired, but I think I could handle almost anything.”

Falmir smiled and kissed her.  Deeply as his fingers went in her and she panted into his mouth.  He released her and looked at Dougal, his wicked smile making his nephew raise an eyebrow.

“On your back boy.  Let a good rider mount you.”

Laun laughed and Dougal turned to his back, stroking himself to make sure he was hard.  He was, and he was wondering if he could hurt himself with being erect and hard that long.  Laun sat up, her braid snaking across her back.  She put a hand on Falmir’s cheek, a familiar gesture in so many ways.  Laun turned and crawled onto Dougal, his cock seemingly coming from her own fur for a moment.

Laun leaned forward and Dougal’s hands went to her breasts.  They were heavy and he could see drops of liquid on the nipples in the candle light.  She moved up him, sliding herself along his shaft until she did a little movement and he was pressed against her lower lips.  He could feel how close she was to letting him enter her.  She looked down at him and he felt the power she had over him.

“You know, this is the position I get the most information.”  Laun looked over to Falmir with a glint in her eye.  “Is there anything you need to know from him?”

Dougal shook his head as Falmir said, “Nothing at the moment.  Oh, wait.  He stole a sword from me when he was ten.  Where is it?”

“No.  I don’t know.”  Dougal tried to calm himself, but the look in her eye and the little maddening movements of her hips told him that she could get any information out of anyone she wanted.

“Oh, don’t be that way, Dougal.  We are just playing.”  Laun leaned further over and her breasts were just above where he could comfortably reach them.  She brushed her nipples along his lips but took them out of reach when he tried to lick them.  Her other end was just as mean as she moved and it felt as though he had entered her, but he was just sliding along her, his cock pointed straight up at her ass cheeks.

“Please, just fuck me.”  Dougal was gasping for air as the feelings she was sending through him were just enough to make him want to turn the tables and fuck her with her ankles around her ears.  He also wanted her to do whatever she wanted to him and not stop.

“Make your mind work, and you will have that big cock in me again.  Do you remember the sword Falmir is asking about?”  Laun tilted her head and swung her breasts over his face.

“No-Yes!”  Dougal tried to thrust into her, but she was expecting it and moved so that he was against her thigh.

“Oh, bad boy.  Answer and you can have me.”

Dougal closed his eyes and scrunched up his face.  She moved, drops of her milk landing on his face, little hot and sweet spots.  He gasped again and said, “I lost it in the pond!  I lost it ahhhh!”

Laun had moved and thrust him into her, burying deep into her.  His head went back and he forgot that he had just said something he had promised his second brother he would never tell anyone about.  He was only feeling the pleasure she was creating.

Laun looked over at Falmir and he smiled and mouthed, “Well done”.  She looked back at Dougal and concentrated on him.  His hands were on her hips trying to make her go faster.  She slowed down and the groan out of him told her it was a wonderful torture for him.

There was another hand on her ass.  She glanced behind her and Falmir was there.  His hand was stroking up her back and then across her asscheeks.  She felt him rub her asshole with a finger and she felt the flash of heat and tension that caused.  She closed her eyes and relaxed as she moved on her cousin, her Father fingering her asshole.

A drizzle of something cool was on her ass.  It was slippery and Laun smiled at the sensation.  Falmir’s fingers slid in and out of her effortlessly and she felt herself start to get close to another peak.  Dougals cock was in her from below and Falmir’s fingers in her from behind.  Then her mind thought ahead and a flash of panic went through her.  She stopped moving and tried to look behind her.

Falmir was there, oiling up his cock with both hands.  She took in a breath, about to object when she felt his huge cock start to press and then slide into her asshole.  Laun voiced her objection just a little too late as it came out as, “Nooo!  Ahhh!  Fu-fu-fuck!  Yes!”

Falmir had watched her for the first time when she had brought the brothers of Nestwood together in her, forcing them to move together, cooperate and then telling them to talk when she left them spent.  It had been on his mind, a favorite fantasy since.  He felt his nephew’s cock and balls along his as he thrust into her, the other manhood sliding against his as her own body separated them by just skin.

Dougal’s head went back.  He moaned as he felt Falmir push into Laun and then the feeling of the large cock against his.  His Uncle’s balls slapped against his and he could not hold out much longer.

Laun wanted to move against them both.  She wanted them to both stop.  She was conflicted and the waves of pleasure and guilt that went through her pushed her mind and body until she only felt the pleasure, the waves changing to waves of her orgasm.  She looked into Dougal’s eyes and saw a wildness in the man below her.  His face was red and his breath was fast.  Then she saw a change and there was something like pain going through him.

“Stop!  I’m coming!  I need-aaahhhh!”  Dougal tried to push Laun up, move his ass so that he could pull out of her.  Falmir was not paying attention as he was taking his own daughters asshole, his cock twitching, telling him he was going to orgasm soon.

Dougal looked Laun in the eye and took her head in his hands.  He pulled her down and kissed her, hard and deep.  He had a tear in his eye as he held her and looked at her and said, “I’m sorry, I can’t pull out!”

Laun knew.  She knew that the position would force this.  There was nothing she could do.  She looked into his eyes and nodded.  “I forgive you,” gasped out.  His eyes rolled into his head and he bellowed, his fingers gripping her hair.  He pulled her down again and kissed her between bellows, his hips bucking up into her uncontrollably.

It pushed Laun, her peak not completely over as she was being wildly fucked from below and thoroughly fucked from behind.  She felt the change in how slippery she was, felt the fullness as Dougal was spent inside of her.  She felt how full she was as her father’s cock kept sliding in and out of her ass.  It had hurt.  His cock was the largest  ever to go there.  The pleasure, the heat was worth the flash of pain.  She felt another wave go through her as Falmir sped up his strokes, his hands on her waist and his back bowed.

There was an emptiness and then Laun felt the hot streaks of her father’s seed going across her back.  His voice was low and it was as if he was gasping for air.  He fell to the side and was gasping, his arm going across his eyes.  Laun had a feeling of regret go through her.  Not for what had just happened, but that he might have regrets about her.

Dougal let go of Laun’s head and turned his away.  She knew he had regrets.  She could also feel that he had not shrunk at all while still in her.  His cock was still hard and she saw him wince every time she moved.  She moved in lower and started to kiss her cousin on the cheek, tasting tears.  He turned back to her and they kissed, lightly and tenderly.

Falmir had reached for a cloth and watched the cousins.  He was tired and felt the day’s council dragging on him.  The kids should have been much more tired, having ridden hard for days to get to the Palace.  As he watched, Laun was comforting Dougal and Falmir had a black thought go through his mind as he realized what he had forced the boy to do.  The King watched as she was forgiving him, comforting him, loving him.

The cousins cared for each other.  Falmir was watching as Dougal’s hands went from her face to her waist and then around her back, embracing her.  There were no words, but they were not needed.  The kissing had been light, phasma kisses.  They grew deeper and Falmir wished he had the stamina his nephew did.

Laun propped herself up and looked into her cousin’s eyes.  “You really should clean up your own mess, you know.”  He was a little confused but smiled as she turned around on top of him and presented him with the foamy womanhood he had just been in.

Falmir reached over and wiped some of the oil and shit from her.  Dougal paid little attention as his face was covered with her cunt.  Falmir saw a little blood coming from Laun’s ass and hoped that he had not pushed things too far, too fast.  He smiled at himself and tried not to laugh.

The taste of Laun and Dougal was like a dessert to her.  She licked up and down his shaft and then took him in her mouth, the thick foreskin held back so she could get to the head.  Her jaw started to hurt, but she wanted more.  She pushed herself on his cock, deep enough that she had to take breaths and hold them as she fellated him.  It was getting more and more difficult as her cousin was licking and sucking her to distraction.

Falmir saw what they were doing to each other and how fast they were bringing each other off.  Laun was to the point of having to stroke Dougal with a hand, keeping her mouth on the head and tip of the manhood as the sensations from her womanhood were driving her mind away from pleasuring him.  Falmir wanted to put a hand in, touch her, but let them have their time.

She moaned and started to convulse.  The sound and motions triggered Dougal and Falmir saw as some of the spurts missed her mouth and coated her cheek.  Dougals’ hands were on her thighs and he had to pull on her to be able to breathe enough to get some sound out himself.  It was beautiful.

Laun was gasping and she felt Dougal struggling for air beneath her.  She lifted her leg, tried to move.  She was suddenly very tired, an exhaustion that had layers of sex and emotion and hard riding in it.  She wiggled and moved and flopped onto her side.  She was between the men, her legs the wrong way.  It took a moment, but she rolled to her knees and then flopped back down on the bedding.

There were strong arms around her.  Falmir was smiling down at her and stroked her face.  “My Thorn, you are wonderful.”

She smiled.  “Thank you, sire.  You are not too bad yourself.”

“Minx.”  He looked across her to his nephew.  There was a grin on the heirs face that only the best sex could give.  “Are you well, Dougal?”

The younger man nodded.  “Yes, sir.”  He rolled onto his side, his arm going around Laun and down to her crotch.  “Thank you, Highness.”  He kissed her, leaving a smear of their juices on her face.

Falmir’s hand was on her breast and he felt a wetness.  He moved down slightly and started to suckle, Laun moaning and closing her eyes.  Dougal took the other breast and they suckled for a while, her noises getting softer and less distinct.

Her father saw that she was asleep first.  He considered waking her up and having another round with her.  Then he saw the height of the candles and knew they had to leave soon to go back to their own rooms.  He put his hand on the other man’s head and got his attention, mouthing, “Almost dawn.”

A cover was pulled over Laun as the men climbed down off the bed.  Some of the candles were left burning, but most were extinguished as they left.

 

A tiring night into a full day in the Council Chambers in Chapter 35