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It had been another day of rest for all the people who had been with Lady Engrid on the trip.  Nothing pressing happened, and there was a palpable tension when Lady Engrid did not have the transferring ceremony.  

Morning came yet again to heat the desert plateau.  Word was sent that the ceremony to name her heir was going to happen, certain people being asked to attend, including Laun, and Gem.

“Are you all right with seeing her?”

Gem leaned against Laun, the child between them.  “I am scared, but I can face her.”

Laun kissed Gem on the forehead.  “She was your Mistress and taught you.  It is hard to meet back up and face someone who seemingly threw you away.”  She had a half-smile and said, “I understand some of that.”

Gem would not meet Laun’s eyes.  “Yes...  Mistress.”

The group that was in the death room was select.  Several nobles, a few servants.  The Rosemond King was in the courtyard and came in after talking with the healers who had been attending Lady Engrid.

“The healers have informed me that she is not lucid right now.  They will work with her and perhaps tomorrow.”  He made a little shrug and looked around, avoiding the woman they were there to see die.

There were sounds of disappointment, and a few sighs of relief.  The room cleared, many of the people going through the courtyard and out a small hall to the rest of the building.  Laun had a few small words with Ifahyd, who apologized for bringing Laun from her own recovery bed for nothing to happen.  He then apologized for having to leave her as business of state had to be attended to.

Laun was not alone, but she was certain that the Marquis had positioned himself to be the last person of note in the courtyard.  He nodded to her and slowly walked over, his hands out and open towards her.

“Highness, you do not look like the walk back to the yurlodge would be good for you.  I offer a place to sit and have water...”  He motioned to his rooms off the courtyard, the doors open to the sandy garden.

Laun thought, and took accounting of her pains and fatigue.  She nodded, only a hint of a smile on her lips but not in her eyes.  “Thank you, Marquis.  It is a kind offer.”

Laun saw her people position themselves in the courtyard, there but not intrusive.  A soft pillow was on the low couch, Laun’s body liking the almost prone position as she relaxed.  The glass of water was cool and good on Laun’s dry throat.  She had to remember that the desert was different.  It would suck moisture out without you knowing until it was too late.

The Marquis pulled a small stool up next to the couch and looked at her.  She was better, but she was still not in the mood to play games.  “What do you want, Silver?”

His eye flicked to the doorway still open to the courtyard.  “Highness... Laun, I wish to spend time with you.  Does it have to be anything more than that?”

Laun sipped and looked into his eyes.  They were pale, almost as pale as his hair.  “There is always something more, Justin.”

He smiled.  “You were still recovering so I did not come by yesterday.  You like... daylight negotiations?”

She nodded and drank the rest of the water in one go.  She handed him the empty glass and smiled.  “If all you want is sex, I have rules.  No man spills his seed inside of me.  Ask before touching my ass.  And, for right now, the doors stay open.”

He glanced at the courtyard door again, seeing that a large blonde man in dark green had positioned himself on one side of the door, a small blonde woman almost dressed as a slave with metal on her wrists sitting on the other side.  He looked back at Laun and nodded.

She surprised him by rising up from the couch, little pain evident in her movements.  Her tunic was off and on a chair, her skirt there within a few movements of her hand.  She took his hand and placed it on her hip, watching his eyes as they moved to the cutting on her breast.  He took that in and then she saw that his focus changed, seeing and understanding the different scars and marks on her skin.

She smiled.  He was not sure if it was a good smile.  She had unbalanced him several times already and he knew she was going to do it again.  The Marquis smiled up at her and rose when her hand prompted him to.

She was deft in getting him out of his clothing.  He did not even feel her hands between them until his belt was on the couch behind her.  He pulled on his tunic and then untied his pants, letting them drop around his sandals.  That was what they were both down to and a real smile came from her as they both leaned and tilted to get to the ties on their footwear.

She was counting his scars.  The ones she knew he would have because of the training the assassins put their novices through, and then the ones she had not known about from the actual jobs that he had difficulties with.  Her fingers were tracing old lines across his ribs, finding that they were almost claw like in their raggedness.  The Marquis saw her interest and lifted his arm.

“That one was from being caught in a pit with a plains lion.  She did not want to let me go, but I convinced her otherwise.  And this one?”

Laun’s head turned and saw his fingers hovering above her stomach.  “The small one was from a scout from Falmir’s coup.  I almost had sepsis. The big one was from going through the back of a cave to get away from bandits.”  Laun moved her hand to a flat raised area and sounded a, “Hummm?”

He shook his head and said, “Fire.  And not from a job.  It was late winter in the North and the flue gate fell out of the brickwork.  It was red hot and I am glad I had on that many layers.  It still took me most of the next summer to be able to use my arm right.”

Laun nodded.  “This one was from tripping over my girls as they played in the kitchen, and right into a glass jug.  I think it won, even though it was lodged in my leg for a good hour before the healer felt she could do surgery.  I had to use a cane for a month.  Had to use a cane for this one on the bottom of my foot, too.”

He looked at the thin line on the sole of her foot and looked up at her.  There was a real smile as he said, “Highness, I will now believe every story I hear about you.”  He took her hand and kissed it gently.

Laun smiled.  She put her other hand on his cheek.  She knew he was up to something, but she had seen how he had taken in her scars.  She had not seen him staring at her breasts or her fur below.  They had shared things like they were old campaign comrades, scars meaning experience, and not all on the battlefield.

“Shall we go to your bed?”

He took her hand and led her to a low bed, smaller than she was expecting, but piled with flat pillows ready to be used in many ways.  He knelt on the edge of the bed and she did the same.  He moved some of the pillows and lay back on the bed, not exactly prone and with his feet on the carpet below.  Laun stood and stepped so that her legs were on either side of his.  She knelt onto his lap and felt the heat from his manhood start.

His head went back as she ground herself into him, her womanhood making his manhood respond.  She was feeling direct, and wanted to just get it over with.  She felt him pulse and rise, her womanhoods dryness concerning her.

He sat up and wrapped his hands around her hips, slowing her down.  His face went between her breasts and he nuzzled.  She felt his tongue leave wet trails on her skin and how fast they dried.  His mouth went to one nipple and she heard the click of the gold against his teeth.  He was going slow and she wanted to go fast.

His hands went up her back, his fingernails scraping and making her shiver.  She was not expecting reacting this way to him.  Her eyes closed and she felt his hands on her shoulders.  He was pulling down on her, pulling him to her, as his mouth found the other nipple.  His legs came up and to keep her balance, she moved her legs.

He had been waiting for her to do that.  He lifted himself and her off the bed.  It wasn’t far to the carpeting and Laun found that he had changed their dynamic with him on top as she lay on the slightly scratchy rug.  She smiled.

The Marquis rubbed himself against her.  Not just his manhood.  He moved his body along hers, moving her breasts with his chest and getting little movements from her hips when the head of his cock pushed past her nub hidden in her fur.  He saw her smile and started to rub his face along the side of hers, his clean shaved chin moving her head to the side.

Laun let out a squeak when his teeth went into her neck.  It was a surprise and then it was good.  It was not just teeth for blood.  She felt his tongue on her skin and a little sucking before he let go, blowing cooly over her skin.  Her hands had gone to his sides, her fingernails digging in.  He didn’t seem to mind.  She released him and her hands went up his back feeling the muscles work as he moved up and down her body.

The edge of the bed was under her feet.  She propped her legs up as he moved, one of his hands now going up and down her side and to her leg, bypassing her butt cheek.  She smiled.  Laun said in a low tone, “I meant my asshole, not my ass.  You can touch my ass.”

He chuckled and looked down at where his hand was, moving it from the back of her thigh to her ass.  He grasped it and held it for a good time before he moved his hand back up and to her breast.  His tongue went out and flicked at the gold ring, making Laun gasp with the slight pain the movement gave her, and with the good sensations that washed the pain away.

He went back and forth between the rings, licking and flicking and sucking.  He seemed content, until Laun felt a slight movement and tried not to tense.  His hands had gone down, one palm for each asscheek.  He moved up her and she was certain he was going to try to push into her, even with her being very dry.

The Marquis did not do what Laun expected.  He held onto her ass and put his face near one of her ears.  “I didn’t think you were going to be so delicious.  You react so well.  Your body feels like it has known much, and I want to know some of what it has done.”  He moved again, rocking and rubbing himself across her womanhood but not trying to push in.  “To feel you around me and have you sigh into my shoulder.  That is what I want.  No, not sigh.  I need you to scream as I thrust into you.  Scream as I ride you and bring you to your peak...”

Laun couldn’t help the reaction.  A flutter went through her stomach and she felt a wetness start as he was talking to her, not rumbling, but talking.  He was telling her all the things he wanted to do to her as he just slowly massaged her ass and rubbed against her clit.

It was very exciting and new.

Laun listened to the voice and felt the sensations.  They did not match, but she knew that fantasy and reality did not have to match to make her excited.  She now was feeling excited.  The rubbing was now slick, the lips of her womanhood wet with her own juices, his cock more than ready to slide in, and he didn’t.  He kept talking and weaving a story of little details of how he was going to fuck her and everyone in the Estate was going to be able to hear her.

She did not know that her peak was close until he stopped moving to change where his hands were and she felt the tension in her groin.  He had made such a convincing story that the sensations had started to be what he was saying.  She had started to moan with every movement, not caring who heard her.

She smiled at him and he kissed her.  It was his first kiss to her on the lips.  It was deep and took her breath away as he started to rub against her again.  Her hips jerked and her hands pulled at him, wanting more.

He stopped.  He pushed her further away from the bed and went down on her, his face disappearing between her thighs.  His mouth was on her clit and Laun suddenly was struggling.  Not to get away, but to keep herself from crashing over her peak.  Her hands were in his hair, pulling his braid apart as he pushed against her womanhood with nose and tongue and fingers.

She was not screaming, but she was louder than Daffyd had heard her in months.  It made him smile, but also concerned that this man known as one of the assassin’s council was close enough to Laun to be able to take her life at any moment.  He smiled again as he heard a growl he knew well as yet another peak was approaching his Mistress.  Girl looked up and seemed a little sad.  Daffyd made a sign and she nodded, blushing slightly at the suggestion the large man made.

Laun was now partway on the low couch, Marquis Blaque thrusting into her from behind, his arms around her and holding her as he was telling her how he would love to take her ass, to rip it apart and leave her unable to sit or walk for a week.  He was in her womanhood, but his words were convincing and she wanted him in her asshole, pounding her there as he was the other hole.  The thought of him in her ass pushed at something and she growled right before her back started to move, arching as the next orgasm went through her.

She was reaching her limits.  She had been tired and in pain when it started.  The pain was not gone, she knew that it was hidden with the pleasure.  The fatigue was what was taking her as he let her rest for only a moment before starting to thrust into her again.

“No...more...”  Laun gasped.

He heard and smiled, but not kindly.  He sped up his thrusts and felt for her nub in her fur.  She moved, her back to his chest as she tried to push him away, but only pushing him deeper in her as he held her.

He slowed and stopped when he felt her go limp after her third climax.  He was not done, with her or for himself.  He moved her onto the couch and lay on top of her, looking into her eyes and seeing that the stone core she had even when she was drugged was lost within the pleasure.

He was slow again.  He fingered her nipple and licked delicately along one of the straight scars on her shoulder, thinking that it was almost a third rank test scar, but in the wrong place.

Being slow is not the same as being gentle.  The Marquis was going deep into Laun, knowing that she was being brought to yet another peak.  Just one more and he would allow himself to come to his peak and then the hard work would be over.

She had plateaued.  She felt wonderful.  She felt him going in and out of her as she kept her eyes closed.  He had stopped telling her all the things he wanted to do with her, but she could feel that he still wanted to do them.  The touches on her scars told her that he appreciated them, that he knew they were part of her, not a disfigurement.  His hands went under her shoulders and held onto her and she could feel he was changing things, yet again.

Marquis Blaque felt her move her hips against him and there was something in the way she moved that he could not defend against.  She had her eyes half closed, her breathing matching his thrusts.  Her hands kneaded on his arms as her hips did... something.

He was curled around her, pulling her into him as he pushed into her.  He could not last.  He wanted to bring her just one more peak, to bring her to the edge of complete exhaustion before he was to climax himself, but it was not going to happen.  He was deep in her, the tingle in his sac and the tremble in his thighs were not to be ignored.

He did a few shallow movements to delay and he felt the first pulse.  He pulled out, uncurling from around her and spilled his seed, as she put it, onto her fur and lower stomach.

He grabbed his pants from the floor with a shaky hand and tried to wipe himself and Laun off, succeeding mostly before he collapsed against the back of the couch.  Laun rolled and he was behind her, his body molding to hers as he tried to catch his breath.

Laun had not been sure if it was a good idea, but as she lay on the low couch in Silver Master’s room, she felt as though she was floating after the sex they had just done.  The doors to the garden were open and she could hear the slight shuffle of several of her people as they kept an eye on things.  She could also hear a slight metallic sound as Girl’s ring fell against the vangrave as she sat just outside the room.

The Marquis was behind her on the couch.  His arm was around her, his fingertips gently drawing circles above her relaxed eyebrows.  His voice was low, not the rumble of Edgar that he used to distract and enflame her.  The tone was even and steady, the words telling her how beautiful she was, how talented she was and the tone made her feel even more relaxed.  She was comfortable, it did not seem wrong.

Laun’s mind wandered.  It flowed back to Salam-Dir and the household.  She missed them, but it was not a painful thing.  She knew they would still be there when she and the family that had come with traveled back.  Laun heard a few words from the Marquis and thought of the fields and the harvests that would be happening in the next month, the grains glowing in the sun and bowing in front of the wind.

She shifted, her eyes closed.  She could feel all the tension that had built up in the travels to Rosemond flow out of her.  They seemed to be following the voice of the man with her, the tone and words directing the way her mind concentrated.  She felt safe.

He asked her about how she was feeling and she heard herself answer.  His voice became part of her as he asked little things, her head nodding or shaking in response.  He moved slightly, stroking her face and down her neck in a very relaxing, calming way.

His voice was still the low, steady tone that had brought her into a place of comfort after she had started down from her peaks.  “Remember what we were doing when we were last at Salam-Dir.”  Her eyes flew open and she had problems focusing on him for a moment.  She saw the younger him overlaid on the current, older him, the brown hair not seeming right now that she had seen his silver.  He then said, “Let me go into your memories, Laun.  Let me hear who you are.”

Laun looked at him and then closed her eyes.  She remembered her childhood.  Her mother.  The lessons she had at her mother’s side and at Hellon’s knee.  She remembered the drinks she was given, bitter and sour that made her stomach hurt and her mind close, but always she was better in the morning.  She remembered being away from the other slaves, the other girls to have things shown to her.  She remembered...

“Tell me what you see, girl.”

Laun smiled and shook her head.  “No.”

Silver blinked.  He scowled and said, “You cannot resist me.”

“I already have.”  She pushed herself up on the low couch and looked around as she sat.  It was as if things were slightly brighter.

The mind seduction after the physical seduction had ended.  Silver had a flash of anger that was tempered by the knowledge that the woman beside him was not the girl he had started to test a decade before.  She had come into her own, in her mind and body, and she was strong enough to break the trance he had worked hard to put her into.  She had been a challenge when she was younger.  She was a test now.

“Highness, Hellon trained you well.”  He had tensed and tried to relax as she moved her feet to the floor and seemed to be looking for something.

“She did train me.  She was not the only one who did.”  Laun pulled her tunic from the chair beside the couch and put it on.  She paused and turned towards the Marquis before saying, “Without knowing it, you were one of them.”

There was a flash of a sneer before he relaxed into a smile.  “Highness.  If I had been able to buy you away from Hellon, I am not sure you would be as exquisite as you are.”

Laun let her head nod slightly, an absent look to her eye.  “I would not have survived as long as I have if I had been under you.”  She smiled and her focus came back to him.  “She would have made you use me against the Hawkwells long before she pushed the coup.”

He could not stop the chuckle.  His hand went to her back and he felt her flinch slightly.  “You both do know her excellency and don’t know her.  We are still all pawns to her, even in her deathbed.  But, she has a...well, soft spot is not quite what I would call it.  She tries to protect the women she likes, even if it does not seem like it.”  He sat behind Laun and put his arm around her, drawing her back into his chest.  His breath went across her neck where she should have had a second level test mark and said, “She may have tried to have your Father taken by her crows, but she had told them to leave you be.”  He warmed her neck and started to slowly, lowly say things about how perfect she was, how he wished he had been her Master.

Laun felt the man trying to get into her mind again.  She felt the warmth of his touch and breath, the words meaning what they were, but not meaning anything.  She let her head fall back onto his shoulder and just breathed for a while.  The words washed over her, relaxing and yet she knew what he was trying to do so her mind was now defended.  She turned her head slightly and could see a small part of his profile.

“Marquis, whatever shall you do after she isn’t there to pull your strings?”

He chuckled, seeing the hair on her neck react to his breath.  “I am my own man, beautiful Princess.  I understand where you are coming from.  There are those in the grey that are starting to circle above what is left of Her position.”  He let his lips touch her skin and said, “I am not one of them.”

Laun felt the shiver of a thrill go through her even as the coldness in the core of her being hardened again.  “We shall see, Marquis.”  She moved and kissed him lightly on the lips, the move bringing a look of surprise.

“Laun, I hope we can spend more time together.”  His hand went to her neck, his thumb running along the ridge of the windpipe in her throat.

She liked the sensation.  She liked his strength, though it wasn’t all of the body.  He wove fantasy well and had been able to get her to lower some of her defenses before he had said the wrong thing, letting her remember the actual last time they had seen each other before this trip.

They had gone into the woods.  It was not the first time he had led her to a private place.  He liked talking and telling her stories.  She would lay in his arms, her eyes closed as his words washed over her.  She was just past having her first bleed and the women had been cautioning her not to be alone with the boys.  But he was not a boy, he was a noble man and he was like a big brother.

He had told her a story of hiding in a woods like the one they were in to sneak up on a man, to take back something that he had stolen.  She remembered him asking her little questions, some of her answers making him chuckle.

Then he started to tell her things, things that made her a bit uncomfortable, but it was right because he had done this before, making her better with what he was telling her with his words.  Laun remembered that the last thing he said before the Head Wardsman had crashed through the brush was, “...you can be anything you want, my Dove.  You just have to forget who you are-”

Laun looked into Silver’s eyes.  “I cannot say what will happen, Justin.  Things are changing and I have a feeling things will be very different in a few days.”

He nodded.  He pressed his hand into her neck and she resisted for a moment before letting him kiss her.  Before, it had been talent, right then, some tenderness and passion.  He had found her a challenge, she knew that.  That challenge was now mentally exciting him.

They had found their balance.

Laun was tired, but she was able to dress and stand as she watched the Marquis find a long tunic to put on.  He pulled his hair through and settled himself, his eyes on her.

“Mistress, Sister.  Thank you for your time.”  He kissed her hand and paused.  Laun wasn’t sure what was going through his mind, but he seemed to be deciding something.  He pressed his lips to her knuckles again.

“Master, Brother.  I thank you for your talents.” Laun put her hands palm side up to the side and made a curtsey.  She liked his tilted eyebrow and the smile on his face as he watched her.

Laun moved and clicked her tongue.  Girl was up and at her side, Daffyd standing in the doorway waiting, and watching Silver.  Laun hesitated, but with her hand on Girl, was able to walk with little limp to her stride.  They walked through the courtyard, others coming from their posts and following, Wanda scooting ahead.

They were in a long corridor, no one else around when Laun paused.  She was in need of rest.

Daffyd did not ask, did not wait.  He came up behind Laun and scooped her up into his arms.  Laun gasped at the pain, but then relaxed into his arms.  He started to walk slowly, but without effort showing in his stride.

“Mistress...”  He waited to speak more until she nodded to him.  “His eyes did not leave you until you were out of the courtyard.  He is still pursuing you.”

Laun sighed, and not just because of what Daffyd said.  “He is still after something in my mind, but I think we are known to each other, and that will change how he approaches.”  Laun put her head onto the blond’s shoulder for a while, thinking and relaxing.

They were outside when Laun spoke again.  She looked around and did not see anyone not of her people.  “My strength, any word about the grey of this land?”

He nodded, catching his breath and showing that carrying her in the heat was taking some toll on him.  “Several have been recognized, Mistress.  Some have been contacted.  Few have recognized your authority.”

Laun chuckled.  “Authority.  I never really had any.  I do have just a bit of power.”

He smiled.  “Yes, Mistress.”

 

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