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Laun did read for about an hour after she had been back at the suite in the royal wing.  It was very dry reading and her eyes started hurting and her mind would drift making her aware that she really wanted to be doing many other things.

She was laying on the same couch she had been on before, propped up with a few pillows behind her back and a pillow under her knees.  She laid the book down and let her head go back.  There was a lantern put on the table behind her and she closed her eyes to not be blinded by the bright flicker.

“Have you stuffed your head with that crap enough for tonight?”  Hunter had been trying to read alongside of her, but had changed to cleaning his boots after his brain had rebelled on the way the laws were phrased.

Laun nodded and raised her head again.  “I’ll start again tomorrow before I go over.  If Falmir doesn’t try to whisk me off to the Moon or something.”

The military baring of the man was still there as he put his cleaning things tidily together, stuffing them in one of the boots.  He stood and was at a loose attention as he offered his hand to her.  Laun smiled and closed the book.

He had her up and in his arms, the book and laws of another country forgotten for then.  She liked his strong arms around her, being gentle and caressing her back through the dress.  Her arms were around his neck, the stubble that had been growing on his head starting to be long enough to grab.  His head went back, following the grip on the back of his neck, Laun kissing his chin when it was within range.

“Is this a private gathering?”  Fount was down to a loincloth and came in from the bathing chamber.  Laun felt the sigh into her hair from the taller of the brothers, but felt him shake his head.

Fount was behind her, Hunter before.  Their hands and arms held her, lips kissed, teeth scraped and nibbled.  Laun loved the feelings and sensations.  The younger brother started to unlace the back of the dress, kissing her back as it was exposed.  Hunter took advantage of the attention his little brother was giving Laun to pull his own tunic off.

Laun’s head went around and faced the door before the scratch came.  She moaned in a desperate way and shook her head.  She had heard footsteps and had hoped they were going to go past to Falmir or Dreng’s door.

Laun was still mostly dressed, pulling the shoulders of her dress back up.  She went to the door and sighed before opening it.  She stood there, slightly confused as the servant stepped back leaving the veiled red scarf standing in the hall.

“Damnit, Falmir,” Laun looked at the woman in front of her and swore under her breath.

A small voice came from under the black veil.  “Sister?”

Laun reached for the transparent hood covering the woman and pushed it back.  Laun stepped into the girl and held her, bringing Mimi into the main room of the suite.  “Sister, what happened?”

The men were frustrated and confused, but stepped back to let Laun sit with the girl on the center of the three couches.  Laun motioned and water was in the girl’s hand within seconds, the tankard shaking as she took a sip.

The hazel eyes so much like hers were rimmed with red as they looked into Launs.  “The General sent me.  He said I would be safer with you than in the house.  He told me to tell you that he has been followed.  He will try to get back to the Palace, but...”  She could not speak any further.

Laun took the tankard from the girl and embraced her.  “You made it.  That is what is important right now.”  Laun kissed the shaking girl on the forehead and held her until she was calm and most everyone who was in the suite was in the main room surrounding them.

Mimi looked at all the people, tunics thrown on to give some semblance of modesty.  She looked frightened for a moment and held onto Laun tighter.  Laun stroked her lookalike’s cheek and kissed her on her forehead again.

“Mistress?”  Silar thought he recognized the red scarf from the first night they had been there.  “How may we help?”

Laun shook her head.  “I don’t know, yet.  Alsen sent her to us to be safe.  He is not.”  Laun looked up and said, “Send for Senri.  And if Falmir is back from the reception-”

Silar and Evan both were out the door before she was able to finish.  Laun closed her eyes and saw lists, plans, strategies.  She tilted her head, propping it on the head of the girl with her.  She opened her eyes a few minutes later and lifted her head.

“This puts a crimp in most plans for tonight, my loves.  But it tells me a few things.”

Edgar sat next to Laun, an arm around her that also encompassed the girl.  “What does it tell you, my Lady Love?”

“The old man is more observant than I thought.”  There was laughter.  Laun smiled and felt a small chuckle from the girl.  “And that She is getting nervous, desperate.”

“Are you still going to go to the Embassy tomorrow?”  Fount was ever the protective one.

“I have to.  If I don’t, she could slip out and away, if she hasn’t already.”  Laun kissed the forehead of the girl one more time before loosening her arm around her.  “Edgar, if you would.”

Laun stood and Edgar took her place, his arms wrapping around the girl and a sob coming out of the red scarf.  She went to the desk and started to write down things that were in her mind.  The men were not sure what was to happen next.  Hunter started to get dressed, leaving his boot polishing kit on the table.  Fount went to the bedroom and tried to find his riding gear.  Gem had been standing back, watching, and finding herself strangely jealous of the red scarf.  She continued to stand, a light tunic over her covering the drying sweat on her skin.

There was a pause in the writing that Laun was doing.  “I don’t have enough information.  Mimi, do you feel well enough to talk?”

The red scarf nodded.  “What do you need to know?”

Laun leaned on the desk slightly and looked at the scraps of stuff she had written.  “When did you leave the General?”

“I came straight here, but I had to wait to be escorted.  I had forgotten which door to use.”  She sat up a little from Edgar’s embrace, but did not entirely pull out of it.

“It took me close to an hour to get back, but I didn’t know the city.  At the outside, you left him an hour ago.”  Mimi nodded.  “Did he say how many people, what kind of people were following him?”

“Sister, he said something about the Blue Lady’s girls.  I have no idea what that means.”

Laun nodded, hearing the grunts from Hunter and Edgar.  “Now, Sister, this is very important.  Did you tell anyone at the house you were coming here?”

She nodded.  Then a horrified look came over her and she hid her face in Edgar’s chest.  She shook her head and it took little gentle strokes and lifting to bring her face to where she could be heard properly.  “I had to pay my gift fee.  The General gave me more than usual when I came in and told me it was to pay for my time.  I had to give part of it to leave the house...  There were new girls in the corridor, but they didn’t seem...right.”

“Fuck.  He may still be there.”  Laun stood and faced the door to the corridor.  They all could hear the footsteps, and a little swearing.

The door opened and the room suddenly became far too crowded.  Verat held the door open as Falmir, Ifahyd, Silar and the Rosemond Ambassador came in.  Dougal and Erin followed, both out of breath.  Evan was outside the door, looking down the corridor and having a brief word with the officer on servant duty.  Senri with several of his men came into view, a word to the officer in blue and grey and a series of salutes before the Lieutenant came in with his escort.

“What’s all this about?”  Falmir had his gruff face on, an eye on Laun and an eye on the red scarf.

Laun nodded to the men who had just entered.  “I did not expect half the reception to come with you, sire.”

“I would not let him go alone when I heard there may be trouble,” the King of Rosemond said a little too quickly, an emphasis in his tone bringing his accent out plainly.

Laun’s eyebrow went up and she leaned on the back of the couch, one shoulder of her dress slipping slightly but ignored.  “Lieutenant, I did not know who else to call in our military.  General Alsen has been trailed and tracked, possibly caught at the house he goes to almost every evening.”

Falmir motioned with his head to the girl trying not to look at the nobles who had just come in.  “Who is she?”

“She is known as Mimi.  She is from the house that Alsen goes to, his preferred.  He sent her here for protection.”

The Ambassador was trying to not look at Laun’s bare shoulder as he faced her and said, “Who is following him?  Why would you be so alarmed?”

“Alsen mentioned Blue Master.  And Mimi saw red scarves she had not seen before as she left to come here.  We need to send a squad and see if he is still there, and if he is still alive.”

“We can’t just bust into the place and search.  They pay their taxes.”

Laun nodded and said, “But if the military is under orders for a mobilization, they have the right to go anywhere to find the active members that their commander needs to fully implement actions.”

Falmir grunted.  “You are good with those stupid law books.  Lieutenant, what does it take to get a division mobilized?”

The officer looked at the Sergeant next to him and looked back.  “It is as simple as you saying we have to go somewhere, Sir.  You may not be military, but you are our King.”

Falmir looked at Laun, expecting her to say something, take charge.  She stood straight and folded her hands together in front of her.  Falmir turned and said, “I hereby order a mobilization.  Put the entire military on alert and find General Alsen.  Bring him to me.”

The Lieutenant saluted to his King and then his Princess before leaving with his officers.  They could be heard in the corridor running to follow their King’s orders while the people in Laun’s suite continued to talk.

“She wouldn’t send assassins after your military leaders, would she?”  Ifahyd sat on one of the couches and looked worried.

Laun nodded and pulled the shoulder of the dress up to cover her cold skin.  “If you had not been useful to her, you would be dead by now.  In fact, as soon as Ouetal gets back to the Myrned Embassy, she will know you are in the Midlands Capitol City and know that you are no longer under her influence.”

“My Aunt is not who you describe.  I have never seen her...”  His eyes went to the floor as he thought of a few times when her temper had shown and had frightened him.

“Father, what had been your thought on getting Engrid out of the Embassy?”

He shrugged.  “Send you in with a, let me see if I can get the wording right, a writ to ask for the expellation of a non-citizen under conduct leading to the wrongful death of a noble as petitioned by family and betrothed.”  He seemed deflated as he finished speaking, his head dipping slightly.

Laun motioned for the book that was still on the couch.  She opened it and paged through, reading a few passages before looking up again.  “I will need an actual family member with me, as she could rightfully say that I was not married to him at the time of Ithians death.”

Ifahyd started to stand but Erin spoke up firmly, saying, “I would be honored to escort you to the Myrned Embassy, Highness.”

“Thank you.  Tomorrow, I will need you in as much fancy noble crap as possible.  And you need to show your rank.”

His hand went to his temple.  “I don’t have my coronet.  I left it at Nestwood.”

“My cousin may use one of my escort’s coronets.  If that is suitable?”

Laun saw a tinge of tension between the two Rosemond men.  “Your Majesty is more than kind.”  Erin bowed in Ifahyd’s direction but did not actually look at him.

“Sire, do you have this writ already made?”

Falmir nodded.  “I’ll have my scribe bring it tomorrow when we do the actual briefing.  Right now, I am more concerned with Alsen and why the hell She would be going after him at this point.”

“He is an easy target.  Set in his ways and easy to predict.  I have a feeling that my presence pushed some sort of plan she had been following a little too soon.”  She stood and sighed slightly.

Laun felt the familiar coolness on the front of the dress.  She drew the back of her hand across her breast and it came away slightly damp.  She had not been nursed before the reception, the pressure not being there with the lessening of her milk.  Her body was slowing down, but it had not stopped, yet.

“It is getting late.  We cannot really do anything until we have more information about Alsen.  I suggest that the Ambassador go back to the Embassy and prepare a secure room for Engrid, just in case Ouetal decides that she is not worth the trouble of holding her in sanctuary.”

“That is an excellent idea.  Renold, go do it.  I’ll catch up to you later. Grazie.”

The Ambassador made several bows to many people and went to the door.  While it was open and Laun could see the blue and grey dressed people, Laun called out, “Make sure he is escorted to the entrance, and beyond.”  The Sergeant on duty nodded and followed the Ambassador.

Laun was tired.  She leaned on the back of the sturdy couch as she stood and let her head drop.  “Laun?  Do you wish to sit?”  Edgar’s hand was on her arm, a slightly awkward reach as he still had his other arm around the red scarf.

“I wish to not have to do any of this.”  Laun raised her head and looked about her.  “Sitting is a good start.”

Falmir wanted to talk more, but he saw that his Daughter was closing herself in.  “I will be here in the morning, Thorn.  We will find the General and we will get Engrid.”

“Thank you, Father.”  Laun’s smile was tired but open.  He nodded to her and to several others in the room, looking at Ifahyd for a little longer than the rest before leaving.

“Verat, if you are not too tired, if you could tell your Brother about what has happened?”  He nodded and left, an unhurried step that seemed to travel long distances.

“You’re wet...”  Mimi was looking at Laun’s chest and then up to her eyes.

“I need to keep my breasts primed for when I go back to the babies.  I need to be nursed.”  There were a few motions and reactions from the men in the room.

“Shall we attend you in the other room, Love?”

Laun looked at Edgar and nodded.  She was tired and knew there was going to be posturing and manly quibbles over the female flesh available.  Though with Mimi there, it should not be as much of an issue and she may get some sleep that night.  Laun thought back over the last week. Traveling and the relationship turmoil.  And her time with her loves and lovers.

There had been a disconnect.  Since being with her Father and Cousin, she had been with many others, but she thought about it and the closest she had been able to get to a peak had been with Mimi.  It had felt good, all of it, but something inside her had not allowed her to reach orgasm.  It was distracting her.

“I may fall asleep before anything interesting happens, just to warn all of you.”  She saw a few nods and a few unhappy faces, but nothing too dramatic.

Laun stood and everyone else did, too.  She reached for the red scarf and said, loudly so everyone could hear, “Mimi, your time has been paid for, but you do not have to do anything you do not wish to while you are with me.  Understand?”

The girl looked around and back to Laun.  “Yes, Sister.”

There was movement to the bedroom as the men went to clear the smaller beds of their clothing.  Laun reached for Gem, seeing the evasive way the assassin was standing and not looking at her.  The blonde stepped towards her Mistress and found she was in a full body hug.

“What troubles you, Apprentice?”

Gem blinked.  “You have not called me that for a long time, Mistress.”

Laun shrugged.  “I have been remiss and should be taking your teaching more seriously.  But, again, what is on your mind?”

Gem was looking at the red scarf who was not quite inside the bedroom.  “I am not sure.  I saw how you touched her and-I felt you were replacing me.”

Laun shook her head.  “I could never replace you.  You are part of my strength and you teach me far more than I think I will ever teach you.  She may become part of the family, but that is for later.”  Laun kissed Gem on the mouth and looked into the blue eyes.  “Would you help me with the dress and the nursing?  Or do you wish it to go to someone else?”

Gem nodded and then shook her head.  “I want to do it, Mistress.”

Laun was carefully undressed by Gem, fingers drawing lightly against the skin under the inherited dress.  The weapons always with her were removed, slight chaffing from the straps rubbed and then kissed.  The undergarments were off and Laun climbed into the bed, having to use the second set of corner posts to balance as more tiredness caught up with her.

There was a willing mouth on one of her nipples as she lay back, Gem’s eyes closing as she took in her Mistress’ milk.  There was movement on the other side and she saw Mimi, still dressed in her transparent layers.  Laun nodded and the red scarf was suckling alongside the assassin.

The necessary activity became more and more erotic to Laun as hands from the women started to stroke and roam.  Laun closed her eyes and let out a low moan.  Her knees went up and her legs parted slightly as her back arched from the feelings going through her.  Two hands started to go down her stomach, trailing through her fur and to her lower lips.  There weren’t any pauses or motions of competition as the hands touched.  They just continued to slide and finger and stroke.

A crowd was around the bed, watching.  The reactions from all of them were obvious and Laun would have giggled if she had seen the men watching her be pleasured, between the obvious measuring and posturing.  Fount was beside Edgar and put his hand on the older man’s back.  Edgar’s arm went around his shoulders, his eye not leaving Laun.  Silar heard Laun’s moans, her excitement, and could not keep himself from the bed any longer.

He was between her legs, watching as the women played with Laun’s womanhood.  He started to kiss her thigh and heard a change in his Mistress’ breathing.  He licked and kissed his way to her center, licking off her fluids from the fingers that were there.

Laun held the two women to her as Silar started to lick and lightly bite.  She tried to turn off the part of her that wanted to tell him to stop, to leave her alone.  She wanted to just go to sleep.  It felt good, and she knew that the men in the room were there because of her.  She needed to be available to them.

Gem moved up and kissed Laun.  “Thank you, Mistress.”

Laun panted slightly and said, “I hope we all have the energy for this.”  They kissed and Laun closed her eyes as another finger was pushed into her.

The bed was moving and Laun did not have to open her eyes to know that there were more men surrounding the women.  There were murmurs and Gem moved to be able to take her tunic off.  Mimi had whispers in her ear, Edgars’ rumble easy for Laun to hear, and the red scarf was also away from Laun and taking her clothing off.

Hands were roaming her body, mouths going for her breasts.  Laun did not want to open her eyes.  She would have had to acknowledge the men individually, and she felt drained by the thought.  She just reacted to the touches, the licks and nibbles.  She let her mind turn the critical part off, to let her inner voice rest.  A little shock went through her as she had a mouth on hers, tasting her own taste on his lips.

Laun had to open her eyes.  She had not felt Silar move from between her legs.  He was beside her, a hand on her breast and his breath hot on her face.  “What do you wish from us tonight, Laun?”

She swallowed.  She looked into his dark brown eyes and could not answer him.  She could not decide what she wanted, did not know what she wanted.  “I-I want to be held.”

He smiled and moved slightly up the bed to put his arm under her head.  He supported her head and shoulders, stroked her face as King Ifahyd was between her legs, tenderly licking and sucking on her.  Silar started to tell her a small story of the first time they had been together, the way he had felt as she let him enter her, let him stretch her.  Laun remembered and closed her eyes, listening to his voice.  She remembered Thyess and Gismer being with them.  Kelli, after Ben had been killed.  Ali, before she let the household know she was a she.  It had been a good night, mostly.

The sensations she had felt that other night started to go through her as he told the story.  Her hips started to move, Ifahyd having to move with her.  She remembered how she was wanting, needing more from Silar after he had made her peak and had tried to pull out of her.  She had felt insatiable then.  She had a small coldness go through her as she thought she was changed forever, burnt out from everything.  Unfeeling.

Silar stopped talking.  He held her and saw that something had gone through her, she had stopped her light moaning, her hips had stopped moving.  Her eyes were closed, moisture starting to come out along her eyelashes.  Her breath came in sighs and she started to sob.

Ifahyd looked up and Silar caught his eye.  “What troubles you?” Silar whispered to her.

She slowly shook her head from side to side.  “I remember the night.  I was so different then.  I could be touched and peak and want more.”

He smiled.  “I remember.  It was tiring, but beautiful.”

Her eyelids fluttered but did not open.  “I have changed so much.  I don’t like it.”

Ifahyd leaned his head on her thigh and watched the pain on her face.  He put his palm over her womanhood and just held his hand against her crotch.  He listened to the two talk, learning how troubled the Princess was, and becoming concerned.

“We have all changed.  I think you have changed to fit what needs to be done-”

She sobbed.  “That’s just it.”  She opened her eyes and looked into his deep, almond shaped ones.  “I didn’t know what was going on outside Salam-Dir and I still don’t.  But I now know how screwed up things are, and I feel like I caused a bunch of it.  That has changed how I react...or don’t...”

He kissed her on the cheek.  “You were just reacting, and a pleasure to watch.  If you would permit me, I think I can help you.”

Laun closed her eyes and nodded, a sigh coming from her.  Silar slipped his arm from around her and leaned down to Ifahyd.  “I’ll need some help.”

Laun had a linen sheet drawn over her to keep her warm as the men left the bed for a moment.  Her Darkness was crawling up, shattering any confidence she had been able to gather to herself that day.  It was telling her that she did not deserve pleasure as she might have once.  Tears were freely flowing as the internal voices talked to her.

There was a small discussion and a plan was laid out.  Laun found that there were hands on her again, oiled and stroking her skin as the sheeting was pulled back.  She had started to fall into sleep, even with the internal voices starting to scream at her.  Little pains voiced themselves and Laun whimpered slightly as she went from being mostly comfortable to having strong hands moving along her body, stretching her and bringing out pains that she had been ignoring.

It felt good after a while.  Many hands were touching and smoothing out the fatigued muscles.  She was prompted to roll over and the oil was spread to her back.  She winced when the hot spot on her back was found and that was tenderly worked on.  Someone started working on her feet, making her giggle and kick a little until the pressure was firmer.  She was relaxing, trying not to count the hands, putting the hands to different people, trying not to think of why each person would want to touch her.

Her hips were suddenly up in the air and pillows placed under her stomach.  Hands were still on her back, massaging, but she also felt fingers and hands other places.  A tongue was on her button, licking from one side to the other.  It felt nice.  Then, oiled hands were on her ass, touching and gripping as they could.

Laun started to push herself up so she could speak away from the pillow and felt the head of a cock at the entrance of her womanhood.  Some of the hands pushed on her back, slipping along her spine and keeping her from fully getting up before there was a thrust and he was in her.

She tried to turn and see who it was, but there was a hand on her between her shoulders and she couldn’t move.  She stopped moving and the hand moved, slipping up and down her back.  She tried to move again, to see, and hands were on the nape of her neck, keeping her from moving.  There was a small panic that started up.  She needed to move.  Laun’s hands went under her chest and she pushed, trying to move her hips to disengage the man in her.

The hands were there.  More hands trying to keep her from moving.  She had to push against them, struggled to be able to move.  The panic was rising, the small pleasure she might have been getting wiped out by the need to be free.

Laun was not as strong as she wanted, but the energy from the panic gave her enough to be able to raise against the hands.  She turned towards Silar next to her and he saw the panic, the fright.

“Mistress, please trust me.”  He had a strip of cloth in his hand and he went to put it on her, over her eyes.

Laun unbalanced herself by reaching for his wrist.  She was back down on the bedding, but her hand was around his wrist, holding it away from her.  “Put that on me and you will bleed.”

Silar smiled, catching Laun further off guard as she remembered their play.  “Promise?”  He did not move.  The dark man looked at her, waited for her.

Laun nodded once and loosened her grip.  “Remember about the wrists.”

Silar smiled widely and let Laun close her eyes before he put the cloth on her.  It was not loose, but she did not feel it cutting in as she had feared.  She relaxed into the forced blindness, letting her head fall fully into the pillow as the man behind her started his thrusting rhythm again.

Laun had to concentrate on what was happening to her body.  She wasn’t being allowed to do anything else.  The hands on her kept moving, massaging and stroking.  Bodies were next to her, holding her and supporting her.  The cock in her was going in and out of her, a hand on her nub trying to keep the tension in her growing.  She thought of Hazalam and how he could keep her from thinking of the lists and plans as he made love to her.  They were trying to get her to think of just her pleasure, nothing else.

The man in her sped up and she could feel that he was not going to last.  Laun tried to speak up, to ask not to have his seed in her and there was a mouth on hers.  The lips pressed into her and she could not speak.  She tasted cider on his tongue and felt a little stubble against her chin.  She also felt the man taking her from behind pull out and a hot and then cold sensation on her ass.

Tongues were on her skin and she felt another man press into her.  She thought she recognized the feeling of the man, but then the strokes started and the rhythm was different.  A small flush went over her when she thought that perhaps Silar had brought in other men, possibly from the Fourth, to help.  A pulse went through her thinking that a squad of men could have been brought in and she would never know.

Laun could not hold in the moan and the panting as the man leaned into her.  Silar’s plan was working.

Hands were on her breasts, playing with her nipples as the second man thrust into her.  An odd motion came from him and the angle changed.  It was good and Laun let out a small growl.

Laun had a strange thought right then.  She wanted a pet.  A cat.  Something not human to have around.  She did not know why, since she had only really seen cats at the Hawkwell Manor, and those were feral.  No, she wanted a pet, in general someone to be there and be her pet.  She had used Hazalam for that.  She had used Ali for that.  But why-

She had more hot and cold stripes over her back and another man was coming up behind her.  He used his fingers on her and Laun’s head went back, a small cry coming out of her.  He pushed his cock into her and held it there, grunting when he was up to the hilt.  She knew that man and smiled.

“Glad to know you made it, Alsen.”

“I thought you said she was blindfolded,” the General said as he started to move in her.

Laun laughed and heard several of the men around her laugh, too.  “You are distinctive, sir.  Ah!”  Her head went into the pillow as he started to thrust into her rapidly, hitting something in her just right to make something jump in her belly.

He held still again, his hands gripping her hips and then pulled out, the back of Laun’s thigh being anointed with his seed.  He slapped her ass, but not as hard as he had at the red scarf house and moved away.

A cloth, cool and damp, was pulled over her skin, cleaning some of the thickening fluids from her.  A tongue was on some of it, pushing it around on her back in small cold circles.  It was an interesting sensation, but not something Laun would seek out.  The cloth came and wiped it away and Laun felt hands trying to turn her over again.

She smiled and said, “Make up your minds.”  She was on her back and a body covered her, hands trying to hold her shoulders down as he kissed her breasts.

A mouth came to hers, one of the women.  She was light with her touch and Laun thought she felt a slight movement from her as their lips wetted each other.  There was a gasp and Laun knew that the woman with her was being taken from behind.  The sounds were intoxicating and she gave some of her own as the man on top of Laun entered her.

His thrusting was syncopated, as soon as Laun thought she had the rhythm, he would change it or drop a beat, her hips not knowing what to do.  She pulled her legs wide and brought her knees as far up as she could, thinking that if she could not meet the thrusts, she would open to have them deep in her.  She gasped as it worked, the cock going deep and to the bottom of her womanhood, the pleasure and pain of it making her back arch.

He did not last too much longer, the thrusts speeding up and then he was out of her, her stomach getting his load.  He rolled away and another man was in his place before Laun could lower her legs.  The thrusts from him were deep and he lasted until she gasped and she heard him swear and more of the hot and cold seed was on her.

It was feeling good, but it was not breaking all of the barrier.  Something was not letting her drop into the mental space and the body feelings she wanted, needed, to be able to orgasm.  It was close, and she remembered the fun she had with the squad on the way from the Manor to the Salam-Dir lands.  All those men, just there to fuck her.  Because they wanted to.  Like now.

Something changed subtly.  Laun heard the voices in the back of her mind quiet as she thought to herself, “They are here because they want to be.  They want me.  I want them.”

She was being cleaned and then rolled onto her side.  More oiled hands were on her skin and another cock entered her womanhood.  It had to be Erin or Ifahyd.  The feeling of it being pushed in, and in, stretched her and she wiggled her hips, making a figure eight around the manhood.

He went slow.  The in and the out started to blend together as one continuous motion.  Her leg was pushed up and his hand played with her button, her hips starting to jerk against him.

Another body was behind her, an arm wrapped around her chest, a hand on one of her breasts.  A mouth was kissing her shoulder, the breath making a shiver down her spine.  The shiver turned into a tremor and more than a gasp came out of her.

“I think-” Ifahyd’s voice cut off as his own strokes started to get wilder.  He was as deep as he could be, but the womanhood around him was pulsing, telling him without words that the Princess was going to come to her peak, and knowing he was in her as she was doing so made him loose the control he had.

The Rosemond King tried to stay still inside of her as his hand played along the outside of her and her hips moved her on him.  Her growl came out, her back arched and the contractions started.  He had to pull out and it was too close as his seed shot onto her as the other man pushed into her from behind.  His Majesties’ hand went to his shaft and pulled the rest of his orgasm out and onto her, the ecstasy of the moment tempered with the thought that he had helped, but had not completed bringing her to her own peak.

Laun felt the hesitation of the man who had just been in her, and through her own release, held out her hand down to him and they held hands as her body moved on the man holding her from behind.  Her voice was low and animalistic, no words could be heard, but all knew she was orgasming.

She was still feeling the rush when she was again moved.  He was still in her and she was laying on top of him, her breasts up in the air, his mouth still on her shoulder.  He held her from below, thrusting up until there was another man between her legs.  Laun’s ankles were caught by strong hands and her legs were up in the air, all her weight on the man below her.  There was a stroking of a cock against her, even with the other man inside her.  Her ragged breath would not let her speak, but a yelp came out when a hand pulled him out and then back in, but not in the same place.

Laun did not have any time to feel but a flash of pain as the man on top of her took her womanhood and they were both thrusting in her.  The fullness, the hands on her, the mouths took her and pushed her back over the edge.  If she had not been wearing the blindfold, she would have known the grayness around her sight.  She was not breathing, the convulsions and contractions around the men taking all of her strength.

Then she heard something she had not heard for months.  Edgar’s rumble came to her, the man in her womanhood.  “With your... Permission- gahhhhh”

She took in a large breath and the grayness was at bay as she hissed out, “Yessss!”

She felt the man under her tense and his teeth went into her skin.  She knew it was Fount and he was so close.  She turned her head and gasped out, “Both of you.  Come in me.  I want it.”

He nodded below her and she heard Fount whisper, “You are so beautiful, My Lady.”

The two men rubbed against each other as they thrusted into her, both bellowing as they were in her, their fluids mixing with hers as she felt herself get pushed to yet another place that was, and yet was not, a peak.  She felt a warmness in her mind that made her aware of more than herself, more than her men.

The grayness had at her again, her lack of air as the sensations went through her taking it’s toll.  She tried to speak, to move, but she was exhausted by the series of orgasms.  She was limp on Fount’s chest and felt the men trying to stay in her, delaying and extending their time in her.  They rolled her off of her younger lover when a kiss was on her lips and she did not react.

“Laun?”  The cloth was off of her eyes and the lamplight was bright and was too much for her for a moment.

She took as big of a breath in as she could and started to cough. Laun rolled to her side and waived weakly as she tried to take in a full lungful of air.  She smiled.  “You are trying to kill me with pleasure,” she whispered.

There was relief laughter on the bed.  “Don’t scare us like that!”  Fount held her and stroked her hair.  He kissed her forehead and traced the features on her face.

A wet cloth was being placed on Laun’s nether regions, the slight burning from Fount being in her ass being calmed.  Laun sighed and moved slightly, her body feeling like it was moving through water.  “Thank you.”

Edgar laid down behind her and his arm was around her.  “Are you well?”

She nodded and found that her eyes were focusing better.  “That was wonderful.  I am happy.”

There was a hand on her leg.  It was stroking her.  “Mistress?”

“Thank you, Silar.”  She looked at him and smiled widely.  “I think I am going to have to sleep now, but I will have your blood.”

He smiled and said, “Thank you, Mistress.”

There was mumbling at the side of the bed.  Laun saw Silar nod and he turned back to her.  “The three assassins were caught.”

Laun sighed and found she was falling asleep.

Onto Chapter 50 where the writ is delivered t the ambassador and Lady Engrid is captured