the Leathermines

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The door opened fully and those inside took a moment from what they were doing to look.

Gem was surrounded on one of the small beds, Verat another.  Laun nodded to both groups and dropped her robe on the way to the two level bed.  She turned and beckoned to Ifahyd.

He glanced, but did not see who was there.  The Rosemond King was after one prize that night.

Laun pulled on the straps of the linen and steel and leather garment holding her breasts in.  She let it hit the floor and rubbed her breasts.  The straps of the holsters were undone and put onto the first level of the bed.  She kept her eyes on Ifahyd as he came to her.

“One rule, Iffy.  Your seed gets spilled outside of me.”  He nodded and went to his knees as he reached her, his face going to her breasts.  Laun put her hands on his head and closed her eyes as he went for her wet nipples.  Like all the men.

His hands went around her and held onto the bedding.  Laun was feeling tired and a little impatient.  She had to hold herself back from pulling him up and forcing herself on him to get it over with.  She stroked his head and let him feel and taste her.

Edgar stood from one of the beds and watched.  He was nervous, jealous.  Laun looked over and did not smile.  She signed what had to be interpreted as ‘whore’ and then pointed at herself.  He shook his head and signed ‘no’ several times.  Laun’s attention was back on the man between her breasts, a soft smile on her face.

“I believe you are the only one in the room fully clothed, Iffy.”

He looked and saw the two beds of naked, writhing people.  He started to undo his clothing, not as expertly as he would have liked, having rarely gotten into or out of his own clothing for years.  Laun laughed slightly and helped him off with his boots after he just could not get them himself.  His clothing was in a pile as everyone else’s was.  He stood and expected a certain reaction from the woman in front of him.

Laun smiled.  “It must run in the family.”  Her hand went to his shaft and stroked along it, not put off at all by it’s length.

It felt good for him, but he was used to women being in awe of his manhood, frightened.  “What do you mean?”

Laun looked over his shoulder to Erin, Ifahyd turning to follow her gaze.  He had Gem on her back, her legs over his shoulders.  The King watched as his Cousin pulled back and back...and back before thrusting in, getting a moan from the blonde.

“Merda.”  Laun turned his head and kissed him, bringing him back to her.  His hands were on her, holding her as she was holding him.  Fingers started to explore her fur, finding her wet and easy to slip into.  He was tempted to take her standing there by the bed, but she started to turn in his arms and he followed her up to the top level of the bed.

She was crawling and her ass was moving.  He put his hands on her hips and she stopped.  Laun’s head went around and looked at him, saying, “Would you like to have me this way, Iffy?”

His hand was running up and down his shaft by his manhoods head.  “Yes.”

Laun spread her legs slightly and put her head down, expecting the push like his cousin.  She was surprised as delicate fingers flicked at her nub, making her hips jerk slightly.  Other fingers started to rub along her lower lips, playing with the outside of her womanhood before touching the wet entrance.  Then a familiar fingering style as he put one and then two fingers in her, pushing and drawing along inside her.

It felt good.  She could imagine it was Ithian behind her.  She sighed and moved her hips as he hit the right places, breaking through an unfelt barrier with the sensations.  It was not exactly more intense than when she had been with Edgar, but there was a difference, a fuller feeling to it.  She just concentrated on what he was doing, not who was doing it.

The hand on her nub went away to be replaced with a tongue.  Laun was suddenly self-conscious about how she tasted with Edgar’s seed in her.  She moved slightly, putting her hand over herself and rolling onto her side.

“Am I hurting you?”  He moved up beside Laun and kissed her on the cheek.

She shook her head and blushed in the candle light.  “I wasn’t expecting you to taste me.  I...  Had someone before you arrived.”

He smiled and licked his fingers.  “Which lucky man am I tasting?”

She smiled and said, “Edgar.”

He nodded.  “Your Lord who isn’t.”

She blinked and felt tears.  “Don’t say that too loud.  There is already too much posturing.”

Ifahyd kissed her, sharing the taste on his lips.  He moved back down, turning so that his head faced her feet as he started to lick at her.  Laun took ahold of his manhood and did not force it in to her mouth, but did lick and kiss it wetly.  They tasted each other for a while until he could not hold himself off any more.

Ifahyd was on his knees, prompting Laun to get back onto hers.  He rubbed along her, slicking himself with the juices coming from her.  He pushed his manhood into her and paused as the movements she made with her hips calmed down.  There was a moan and Ifahyd leaned into her, pausing again.  He progressed slowly, letting her get used to him, enjoying the feeling of a woman not afraid of him on any level.

He started to pull back and the sound that came from her was animalistic.  He saw her hands grasping the bedding and stopped halfway out.  She moved her hips and the slight concern he had went away.

Ifahyd let himself get faster, deeper with his strokes.  She seemed to be enjoying herself, but he was not bringing her to a peak.  He always brought them to a peak.  He moved his arms around her hips and started playing with her.  He would stroke in and roll her little button between his fingers.  She reacted well, the tone of her voice changing, but no closer to her peak.

He pulled out and put his face into her crotch, licking and fingering her.  She had turned sweeter, her own fluids filling her womanhood.  She was not playing at being excited, she just wasn’t being pushed in a way that he could tell she was going to come to her peak.  Her face was lightly flushed under the tan when he crawled up to her, a smile on her face.

“How can I make it better, Laun?”  He stroked her cheek and let his hand travel over her skin wherever he could reach.

“You are doing well.  I just might be too tired.  It does feel wonderful, though, Iffy.”

“If you are tired, you should be on your back.”  He watched as she smiled and rolled.  He traced some of her scars with a finger, leading him to the stretch marks over her belly and down to her fur.  He went between her legs again and licked and sucked just on her nub.

Laun’s hands went to his head, directing him only a little.  One of her hands played with a nipple after a while, the sensations good, but more for keeping her hand busy.

She really was tired.  She had to suppress several yawns, being surprised by her body reacting to something before she knew he was doing it to her.  She tried to do a few things to make herself feel things deeper, push herself further, but it was not working.

She tapped on Ifahyd’s head and got his attention.  “I hate to say it, but I am starting to drift off.”

He had a slightly stricken look on his face.  “I never get that reaction.”

Laun sat up slightly, propping herself up with her elbows.  “Iffy, it isn’t you.  I...  I am just very tired.  I didn’t sleep well last night with being on a floor. I didn’t sleep much the night before that.  And then there was the night of the bandits and we hardly got any sleep-”

He moved up between her legs.  “I think this is a first, Highness.”

Her face took on a slightly pained expression and then she yawned.  “I’m sorry.”

He sat back and looked at her.  “A King needs to be disappointed once in a while.”  Ifahyd moved her leg and lay down next to her, pushing a pillow under his chest to prop himself up slightly.

“I don’t like being a disappointment.”  It was a simple statement and it told him volumes.  There was a slight moistness to her eyes and she looked down, not at him.

He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.  “May I try again in the morning?”

She smiled.  “You may want to dismiss the men outside the door.  It is a long shift, Majesty.”

His eyebrow went up.  “Killian said you had a soft spot for military personnel.”

She giggled slightly and said, “But he hasn’t had it.”

He laughed.  “You are refreshing.”

It took a few moments to climb down from the bed and find a tunic.  He watched some of what was happening with the blonde, turning and seeing the all male bed and blinking slightly with surprise.  Opening the door to the corridor could not have been more awkward for Ifahyd unless he had been completely naked.  He had a word with the Major and his men and they were dismissed for the night.  The blue and grey servants seemed implacable, except for one who only raised an eyebrow.  The King closed the door and sighed, a yawn replacing it as he stood there.

A quick trip to the bathing room and use of the privy was not as quick as he wanted.  He still was semi-hard and had to relax himself before his full bladder could be released.  He looked at things on her vanity, the chaos showing she really did not care about the trappings of nobility, though she had excellent taste in jewelry.

The thing that caught him and made him pause the most were the boots on the floor next to the vanity.  Not because of the boots, they were well made and looked like they had several years worth of wear in them.  Because of the one dagger he saw, the covering flap of the sheath not doing it’s job and letting the jewels show.  He knew those blades.  His hand went to his neck and he was thankful he had not pressed himself further.

By the time Ifahyd was back in the bedroom, Laun was tucked in under a blanket, the man Edgar behind with his arm around her.  Her eyes were closed, the man’s were not.  He looked at the smaller beds around the room, the lower level of the bed.  Ifahyd wanted to be next to her when she woke up.

The King climbed into the bed, and to the upper level.  There was room, but he was not sure if the Princess’ Lord would share.  He sat on the edge, looking at the man, not knowing what to say.

Edgar smiled and lifted the edge of the blanket for Ifahyd, inviting him to the other side of Laun.  He accepted the unsaid invitation and found Laun’s arm was around him as her man’s was around her.

 

Chapter 45 In the morning, Ifahyd wakes to the Assassins training, and then time with Laun