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Ifahyd had never heard the Royal dining tent quiet as it just had become.  Never.  He turned and then stood, watching the visiting Royals come into the shade and towards him.

They were perfect.  Lord Salam-Dir had chosen an outfit that showed his muscles off under the light cover of hair, the color making his Midland’s paleness under his brown hair more exotic than Ifahyd had seen in the man before.  The Princess...  She was wrapped from head to toe, the outer layer sheer and shimmering in the evening light, the most modest he had ever seen her.  He could see glints of what was beneath, and she was walking carefully, daintily.

“Your Highness, My Lord.  Please, sit.”

The low couch was cleared of everyone else.  Ifahyd motioned to the couch and the two did not seem to look at each other or communicate, but they sat on either end.  Obviously waiting for the Rosemond monarch to sit between them.  Expecting him to sit between them.

King Ifahyd blinked and sat, not knowing which one to look at, to lean towards.  Laun leaned forward, the sheer overtunic showing thru some of the skin that had been hidden before.  She reached for a goblet and it was given to her, the hand being one of the Peaches in a servant’s outfit.  Edgar reached and a plate of fruit was in his hand.

The conversation in the tent started to pick up, slowly.  Most of the nobles and others were watching the center of the tent, watching the Royalty who were sitting together and only speaking to each other.  Well, speaking would have been less obvious.

They had not discussed, but Laun and Edgar had lived with each other for so long that they knew each other.  They knew subtleties of movement, of eyebrow and of breath.  They knew there was danger around them, but that was not the mission for right then.  They had been invited, as Lord and Lady Salam-Dir, to the couch of King Ifahyd Bedral, for his pleasure.

Laun drank from the goblet and then handed it to Ifahyd.  He drank, looking into her eyes.  Edgar took a slice of apple and bit into it and then pressed it to Ifahyd’s lips.  They went back and forth, tasting and sharing and feeding each other, subtly touching the man between them, enflaming him and protecting him.

Several of the companions came near the couch, carrying more food, many from platters from in front of other nobles under the Royal tent.  Laun leaned over and touched the hand of one of the Peaches, a click and a wave of her hand communicating much.  Laun stood and took ahold of the hand of one of the companions, one she had only seen in the feast tent.  One that was one of the private red scarves of one of the nobles.  One who she had only seen close to her once before.  Holding the same ornamental box.

Laun saw fear in the girls eyes.  Laun took the box and opened it, seeing the sweets.  She handed the box to in back of her, not looking to see who had taken it.  She put a hand on the red scarves cheek and smiled.

“Who owns you?”  There was a pause and confusion in the girls eyes.  Laun tilted her head and said, “Es- tuo propietario?  Padrone?”  There were other people around who heard and reacted to Laun’s use of the lower class Rosemond language.  But not the red scarf.  She just looked scared and confused and was trying to not look in a certain direction.

Verat was sitting at the feet of Edgar and saw how the woman was avoiding looking at someone.  He went to his knees, leaning on Edgar’s legs to be able to see in that direction.  The only people who were not looking at the small spectacle were at a low couch at the edge of the dining tent, and it seemed that they were subtly moving up and out of the tent.  As Laun looked into the scared eyes of the companion sent to drug them, Verat signaled, bringing several others into play.

Laun saw and heard.  She smiled at the scared companion and pulled her close.  “So your master wishes to be Blue.  You will live longer than he.”  Laun gently kissed the companion, bringing a wave of shocked comments from those watching.

The companion’s face was screwed up and she started crying.  Laun dropped her hands from the woman and sat back down on the couch, taking up the box from who had taken it.  She opened it and saw the same kind of sweets as Silar had fed to her the night of the snake.  Laun turned the open box around and held it towards the red scarf.  Laun did not even have to say anything for the woman to burst into sobs and shook her head.

She was taken away by guards, the box carefully under the arm of one of the soldiers.  Ifahyd had watched the gentle way Laun had stopped the poisoning attempt, never accusing, never raising her voice.  Never seemingly directing the people around her, but they were doing what they did and perhaps saved his life, again.

Verat was still on his knees, watching until the noble and his people had been stopped by the guards, as directed by one of the Peaches in servant’s attire.  He sat back on his heels and smiled, a satisfied look on his face.  Verat looked at those seated on the couch and looked a little ashamed at his pleasure.  “He was at the death chamber and had acted oddly afterwards, trying to get away a little too quickly, and then being quite hysterical for far too long after.  Now we know why.”

Edgar let out a laugh.  Laun smiled.  Ifahyd was still a little in shock, but put his hand out to Verat, the man leaning in and kissing the King’s hand.  Ifahyd nodded and leaned back, trying to relax.

“...and when did you learn volgare Rosamondi?”  Ifahyd turned to Laun and put his hand on her leg, feeling the heat through the tunic as if the fabric was not there.

Laun smiled and took a sip of wine.  “I had to do something while you were attending to the business of your kingdom.”  Laun was not going to tell him that she had learned just a few phrases from the book she had found, nothing entirely useful.

Edgar leaned close to Ifahyd and rumbled, “She is full of surprises, your Majesty.  I am sure that she has even more in store for us to find.”

Ifahyd closed his eyes and swallowed.  He nodded and was restraining himself from just taking the Lord Salam-Dir and kissing him in front of the people gathered in the tent.  “I believe she is not the only one, bell’uomo.”  The King opened his eyes and Edgar saw the heat that was building in him.

It was clear that this night was not for approaching the King.  He had the people he wanted at his side, and they were occupying all of his attentions.  No opportunities to approach him to talk or flirt or offer.  The Lord and Lady Salam-Dir had cocooned the Rosemond King with their presence, protecting and drawing envy from many of the nobles watching.

The appropriate amount of time had gone by, some food had been eaten, wine and water had been drunk.  Touches between the three had been cautious at first, but became bold.  It was known that it was time to go back to someplace much more private when Ifahyd kissed Laun’s fingers and then turned and put his hand on Edgar’s chest, wanting to lean in and kiss him.

“Iffy, shall we...retire for the evening?”  Laun had boldly leaned in and had touched his inner thigh through his loose pants, getting a small start and a look that told her much.

Edgar nodded to Laun and leaned in himself, putting a hand on the King’s shoulder and gripping slightly before running his hand down to Ifahyd’s hand.  “I am sure you, like me, would like to be doing much more than we are.”

Ifahyd looked at the man at his side and smiled.  He grasped the hand around his and brought it up to his lips, a small rumble going through the tent.  “My Lord...  Yes.”

Laun was the first to stand.  She let her garments settle around her as she scanned the tent and stepped away from the couch.  Edgar was next, still holding the King’s hand as he stood, supporting Ifahyd as he rose.  Laun touched Ifahyd’s arm briefly and turned, leading the men through the tent, past many who were openly jealous of them.

Except for a few.  Laun noted that the Marquis watched, but smiled and nodded slightly as they passed.  He bowed his head to the Rosemond King and went back to sipping on his water and watching for those who might be the next to rise to the challenge of becoming Blue Master.

The night had cooled off, the night blooming flowers opening and scenting the almost still air.  Torches and lanterns were set about the grounds, lighting the way and showing off the work that had been done.  When the three were about halfway back to the main building, Laun slowed and joined the men.  She took one hand of Ifahyd as Edgar held the other.  There were still no real words, but the touches communicated needs from the King, needs that both Laun and Edgar were willing to try to meet.

The way was clear to the King’s rooms.  Ifahyd was startled when the guard at the door opened for them and several of the Peaches were in the room, several more within the courtyard.  Laun went to each, touching their cheeks and having a few low words before they left, some through the door, some out into the courtyard, disappearing into the night.

“The room is secure, Iffy.”  Laun had a calm voice, something that could be considered sultry in other circumstances.  Both men found it comforting for the calmness, and perhaps just a little disturbing because she had very little emotion in her voice.  She had known the Peaches were going to be there, feeling that the attempts had ramped up.  As they were dressing, as they were eating, her people were using their talents to make sure that the King was not harmed.

The noble who had dressed his King came to the door.  There was a slight questioning, but he came in and undressed the monarch, doing his duty and then leaving.  It was tradition and protocol and had to be observed.  The one who dressed the King for the evening had to undress him, looking for problems in the garments as well as the condition of the King himself.

Laun and Edgar had stepped out to the courtyard to let the noble have room to focus on his King.  They had been looking and touching and lightly talking all evening, but had not been able to fully talk and negotiate what might happen.  Edgar gently held Laun, running his finger over her still rose colored lips as they talked, wanting the other lips as much as the ones he could see.

“... I am glad that you saw and are not objecting, my Love.”  Laun pressed her lips to his fingers and kissed them.

There was the start of a rumble, but Edgar knew it was not needed, saying, “I will not say it was obvious, but you pointed and I saw.”

Laun smiled and said, “I saw you were taken by Aster, or shall I say, he let you take him.”

Edgar rumbled a chuckle.  “How you can remember everyone’s names is beyond me.  And, yes, he was more than willing.  It was,” Edgar smiled and kissed Laun on the forehead.  “It was nice being the focus.  I can take almost anyone at the lands at this point, but to be wanted like that made me feel...  Powerful.”

Laun nodded.  “He brought out your power because he could see it.  I know it is there and I know you hold back because of me.”  There was a flash of sadness in Laun’s eyes.

Edgar kissed her forehead again and looked deep into her eyes.  “My Love, our power is different.  I am a warrior and I am not as subtle as you, but we build on each other’s strength.  Power isn’t just of the hand or the cock.  We have taught each other many things and that is one that you have taught me over the years.  Sometimes you have to seem to loose your power to keep it.”

Laun was slightly confused.  “You are sounding like Verat or Stone.  What-”

There was a scrape of foot on sand at the doorway.  They both turned, Edgar loosening his embrace but not stepping away from his Wife.  They looked at the man in the doorway and then opened their arms to him.

He was in a loose split tunic that was not belted, showing most of what was underneath.  Ifahyd was excited, but not exactly erect.  Laun had seen him in various states and knew that as soon as he was laying down, his hardness would be ready.  Arms went around him, hands went to him, his own hands reaching for his companions and finding they were far too dressed.

Laun stepped back and watched as Edgar took control.  He was saying small things, rumbling as he did and making the King’s knees weak.  There was only a slight difference in their height, but Edgar took what advantage he had and mock-forced a kiss onto the man in his arms.  It was a type of play that Laun knew from Edgar and smiled when he became gentle when Ifahyd relaxed and the kiss became deep.

The over tunic that Laun had on was pulled off and folded as she watched the men.  Edgar’s vest and light open tunic was off, his chest hair being played with as Laun put his garment on one of the benches.  She became an attendant for that part of the evening, picking up clothing and accessories as they were taken from her husband.  She liked how he had taken charge, but then as Ifahyd explored his body, he had let the monarch take the control.

The last thing on Edgar were the embroidered slippers.  He stood in the courtyard, Ifahyd’s hands caressing him, a pride in his form showing as he took the attention.  Then Laun saw her Lord do something she had never seen him do before.  He knelt to the man.

She understood.  Even with King Falmir, Edgar had never shown submission to anyone.  He was proud and would not bend his knee.  Until now.  He looked up at Ifahyd and Laun saw the wanting go through the royal, a pulse in his manhood that made it move.  Edgar did not move towards the man standing above him, making the King decide the next action, but in that act of submission, Laun saw what Edgar had tried to tell her.  He was still the one in control.  Edgar still was the one with the power.

Edgar had a plan.  He was not exactly scared, but was leery of what may come.  He knew that the Peaches were around them, that they were as safe as they would be at home.  But, he wanted to let Laun do one of the things she did best while Edgar distracted Ifahyd, to let her see when something was wrong and be able to do something about it.  As he knelt in the sand, looking up past the long cock of Ifahyd, he was not sure if he could go through with it, but he was going to try.

He smiled.  And have some fun doing it, he hoped.

Ifahyd was entranced.  Laun had been on his mind, her Lord an interesting man at her side.  He now was completely focused on Edgar and thought he knew why Laun could not be lured away from her Lord for more than an evening.  There was a strength in the man, even as he was looking up at Ifahyd that was alluring.  And...that rumble went right through and made his cock pulse.  The Rosemond King smiled and put his hand on Edgar’s cheek.

“Edgar, bell’uomo...”  He felt a small shiver go through him when Edgar turned and kissed the palm of his hand.

“Yes, your Majesty?”

Ifahyd smiled and motioned for Edgar to stand.  “Please, call me Iffy.”  The men pressed to each other and were in a full embrace, lips and tongues sliding against each other as hands found and held asses and cocks.  The strand of beads hanging behind Edgar’s ear tickled Ifahyd’s shoulder making him pull back slightly.  That gave Edgar an opportunity to go for the other man’s neck, teeth scraping and biting, making a gasp come out, and making Ifahyd’s knees almost buckle.

Laun watched, fascinated.  She had seen Edgar and Fount together, once coming across them in a private grove on Lady Hellon’s Hill and watching them.  Laun knew that Edgar had taken offers from others in Salam-Dir.  He had been private about it, keeping his lovers separate from Laun and the rest of the household.  Seeing the passion between the men made her want to join, to experience it, too.  But she thought she knew what Edgar was doing, and she knew that she could have either man, later.

Laun turned and looked at the courtyard and the rooms that opened up to it.  There was at least one Peach in each of the rooms, watching both for intruders, and the scene between the men.  A flash of embarrassment went through her, knowing that they had just seen the submission of their Lord.  It then warmed her, thinking that they knew he was part of them, not just their Lord, and was part of the mission.

Wanda.  Laun knew that her first ward was in one of the rooms, watching.  Again, a small amount of embarrassment went through her, but Laun knew that the girl had seen much more than had let on.  She was not as young as Laun would like to remember her as.  Wanda had much more of an education in things of the flesh than Laun had even four years older, but Wanda was keeping herself for Laun.

Hands were on Laun and she jumped slightly.  “Are we boring you, Love?”

Laun relaxed and let herself be embraced by the men.  “Just giving you some privacy.  I was actually thinking that I could go-”

Ifahyd had his hand through the deceptive layers and into her womanhood.  Edgar held her and fingered one of her nipples, the ring catching slightly and making her gasp.  A mouth found her neck, another her shoulder through the layers.

“Bella, my Love, you do not need this...”  He did not know where to start to undo the layers, even with his hand slickly moving in and out of her after he found the garment was easily gone past.

Laun moved her hands and untied the small ribbon belt that seemed to secure the garment.  Many of the layers were pinned to the ribbon and lost their structure when the ribbon was released.  The silk fell away from her, her breasts becoming free.  She reached up and undid a hair thing and her crown came off, releasing more of the layers that had been attached there.  She did not have to untie the sheer skirt as one of the men pulled on the tie and it was on the ground at her feet.

Edgar rumbled his appreciation.  Ifahyd stroked down her body.  Designs had been drawn on her, covering but not hiding the scars on her.  Edgar looked and saw that she indeed had been shaved, the fur he loved gone, but small jewels had been attached somehow, glinting in the lamplight and pointing to the treasure both men wanted.

The three held and fondled each other in the courtyard, a breeze dipping down into the space and cooling them.  Laun shivered and Edgar felt it and recognized it as not from their touch.  He wanted to wrap himself around her, hold her and warm her with him, show her that he still loved her and wanted to be with her.  Edgar knew they were focusing on the King that night, the argument still hanging like a veil between them.  He felt the chill from the wind, too, and then smelled the moisture in the air.

Ifahyd felt them pause.  He felt the cool, moist air and smiled.  “It will only be a few minutes.”

The two Midlanders did not understand, but did when the first drops of rain started coming down.  Laun panicked about the clothing and Ifahyd laughed.  He put his own split tunic on the ground and pulled her down with him.  He laughed as she squirmed slightly while he was fingering her, holding her down as the rain started to come down hard.

Edgar was not quite sure what to do.  He was prompted as Ifahyd put his hand on Edgar’s thigh and then on his manhood.  The King paused slightly in what he was doing with Laun to push back the foreskin on Edgar.  As Edgar felt the lips of Ifahyd go around the head of his cock, Laun had the cockhead of Ifahyd pushed into her.

The rain fell on them as they moved together.  Ifahyd’s manhood went in and out of Laun, slowly but deeply.  Edgar had trouble steadying himself as Ifahyd’s mouth was good, the warmth of the mouth and the cold of the rain making the sensations intense.  The blue of the King’s eyes looked up at Edgar through the rain and Edgar felt something more than just the lustful sensations of the older man’s mouth around him.

Then the rain stopped.  The wind still blew moisture around them, but the rain it’s self was gone.  If it had been the Midlands, the amount of rain that had come down would have made the courtyard a huge mud puddle.  The Rosemond gardeners and engineers knew how the dessert drained and used that when they created the Royal Estate.  There was now a shallow pool of water in the middle of the courtyard, the desert plants already taking in the fluid of life to prepare for blooming in the morning.

Ifahyd released Edgar and looked up past the man to the sky.  There were clouds going across, but the stars showed brightly, telling him that there would not be any more rain right then.  He sighed, but it was a contented sound, not out of displeasure or frustration.

Laun already felt her skin drying, hoping that the drawings on her had not run in the rain.  She lifted an arm to try to see the design in the lamplight and found her hand being held by her Lord.

“That was amazing.  I am getting why you like the water so much, Love.”  Edgar went to his knees and kissed Laun.

She kissed back and then gasped as Ifahyd stroked deeply into her.  He leaned forward and said, “That only happens a few times a year.  I wish to go riding tomorrow with you to see how the desert colors.”  He kissed Laun and then Edgar before he slowly drew himself back out of Laun.

Beyond the fleeting sensations of the rain and his long cock in her, Laun was concentrating on possibilities.  If Ifahyd always went riding after storms to see the desert bloom, others would know about it.  “Iffy, if you want me to ride any time in the next week, I think we need to take you and your manhood inside where there is padding.”

Edgar laughed and Ifahyd chuckled.  “My Love, you are right.  The sand can be wonderful to make love on, but I know that there is tile under your ass.”

The clothing was left where it was, the desert air drying things where they lay.  Laun motioned Edgar ahead and Ifahyd was distracted by Lord Salam-Dir as they went into the room.

Laun held out two fingers.  She heard one door open, but two of the Peaches came to her from different sides of the courtyard.  “He will want to ride tomorrow to see the desert bloom from the rain.”

Fredis looked at the water that had collected in the middle of the courtyard and back to Laun.  “The stables.”

Wanda was looking at Laun’s shaved womanhood, but said, “We cannot control the route he takes.  We...can control the routes he doesn’t take.”  She looked up and smiled.

Laun was not sure what Wanda meant, but held her hand out to the girl.  Wanda ignored the hand and went in for an embrace, using her taller frame against Laun.  She did not have the strength, but her lankiness let her hold Laun and get in a grope before stealing a kiss.  The tumbler moved away and was through the darkened door before Laun had time to even laugh.

Fredis smiled and just bowed before disappearing into the night.

Laun knew that what could be done was going to be done.  That was all she could expect.

She paused at the open doorway and watched the two men who were occupied with each other.  Edgar was on all fours on the bed, Ifahyd’s face buried into Edgar’s presented ass.  Laun saw Ifahyd pull back, his tongue stretched out and pointed into the asshole of her husband.  Ifahyd was tongue fucking Edgar while his hand was stroking along Edgar’s manhood.  Laun thought ahead and was shaken by the thought that was most obvious.

Laun had never seen another man, even Fount, in Edgar’s ass.  He was always the one who mounted, or there were hand-strokes to bring them off.  Laun knew what the first time was like and was both very heated and very scared for Edgar.

It was a night for discoveries.  Edgar was letting Ifahyd discover parts of him that no other man had gone to.  He knew the size of the man behind him, but he knew that Laun had taken such before and he was certain...  He was willing to try it.  Not just for the mission.

Laun looked about the room and brought over some of the oils Ifahyd had used on her.  She tipped one bottle into her hand and started to put oil on Edgar’s back, working her hands down, but not spreading the slick stuff on his ass.  She felt Edgar’s muscles relax.  His head went down to the bedding, presenting his ass even better to Ifahyd.

The King saw what Laun was doing and smiled at her.  He motioned for one of the bottles and started to massage some of the lightly flowery stuff onto Edgar’s ass and legs, but not touching his asshole with it. 

Edgar loved the feeling of being massaged.  He didn’t care what it led to.  He had often helped to massage Laun when she was in training, or when she was pregnant.  Edgar hardly had the attention on himself.  It was a day for Edgar to be the center of attention and he knew he liked it a little too much.

The oil was spread and was being well worked in.  Laun was concentrating on gently touching, not working on any of the knots she could feel under the skin.  She almost felt like humming something like when she was putting the children to bed.  A wistful smile went across her face that Ifahyd saw before Laun concentrated on her Lord Husband again.

Again, Ifahyd saw Laun, not as the Princess, but as a lover.  A love and lover of both men, caring for them and wanting them to feel good without insisting on getting anything for herself.  It was different from the noble women he was used to in the Rosemond court.  The men too, for that matter.  He saw her lovingly touch Edgar and when her hands were close, she would purposely stroke along Ifahyd’s hand, letting him know that she was thinking of him, too.

Ifahyd wanted them both.  Wanted to please them both.  Wanted to satisfy them both.  He thought, he hoped, he knew a way.

Ifahyd moved from in back of Edgar.  The Midlands man felt the change and looked up to see Ifahyd moving onto the bed, motioning to Laun.

“If you would lay down, Beauty.  Yes, there.”  Ifahyd looked over at Edgar and smiled.  “Take your Wife as you would, Edgar.”

It took a moment for Edgar’s legs to move properly.  When he did, he moved to between Laun’s legs, looking at and then feeling the smoothness of her shaved mound.  Laun still had oil on her hands.  When she reached for him, Edgar’s chest and shoulders were suddenly slippery.  She giggled and then gasped as Edgar was in her.

They looked into each other’s eyes.  They both saw love.  They both saw care.  They both saw that the other was not entirely of the moment, keeping a part of themselves apart to keep watch.  Laun looked questioningly at her husband and he smiled at her, shrugging.

His eyes closed slightly and then his head went down, his mouth going to Laun’s shoulder.  She moved and supported him as she could, moving her legs fairly wide to keep them out of the way.  She felt the bed move, felt the drip of oil that had been on Edgar fall to her skin.  She felt the teeth bared against her and heard the growl start in his throat.

Edgar moved and changed how his legs were positioned, pressing Laun’s legs out even further.  She was limber enough for most positions, but she felt suddenly trapped and unable to help Edgar.

There were little thrusts that moved Edgar in Laun, but the movement did not come from him.  He growled into Laun’s shoulder and she relaxed, knowing what was to come.  She held still, being support in as many ways as she could as Edgar’s ass was deflowered.

Ifahyd had liberally spread oil on Edgar.  He had moved fingers in and out of the asshole presented to him, feeling it loosen as Edgar’s head went to Laun’s shoulder.  More oil was used and spread and slicked both hole and the head of the cock that was to go into it.  There was a little repositioning of both men, Laun seemingly just accepting what was being done.

Ifahyd felt a growl through his hand on Edgar’s back.  The head of his cock was pressing on the tight hole and Ifahyd slowly worked it in and out, a little more each press.  He did not see when Edgar’s teeth bit into Laun’s shoulder, the pain making Laun gasp and thrust her hips into Edgar, the action making Edgar move back and pushing Ifahyd’s manhood in and past the ridge of the head.

There was a pause.  For various reasons, none of them moved.  Ifahyd pushed in just a little more.  Edgar pushed back on the cock that was going into him.  Laun held on as she felt Edgar’s teeth draw blood.

A very small part of Ifahyd had gone into Edgar.  He started to draw back out and found that Edgar moved with him, seeming to want more.  He was at the point where his cock could come out and held himself there.

There was fire.  It was not like what he expected.  Edgar had played with his ass before, a finger or two up himself as he masturbated.  This was nothing like that.  A cock was in his ass.  He felt like he was going to be ripped in two.  There was a feeling that was with the fire that made him want more, made Edgar move with the cock to try to get more in.

Laun felt the two men start to move with each other, not against each other.  Edgar released her shoulder and breathed across the fresh wound, the sensation bringing a hint of bloodlust to Laun as his cock moved in her.  She felt him start to move, raising himself up to look at her.  There was blood tinting his lips and the look in his eyes was part animal.

Laun tasted her own blood on Edgar’s lips.  He kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth.  He breathed through her and she saw his eyes change.  The animal was taking over.  The lust and fire was consuming him more than Laun had ever seen before.  All control was gone, the rational part of her husband was not ahold of anything in his mind.

Edgar let out a low growl and Laun felt him start to move for his own pleasure.  Being in her and having Ifahyd within him was making a low part of him take over and revel in the pure carnal nature of what they were doing.  Being made love to...no.  Laun knew that Ifahyd was fucking Edgar and that there was little love in it.  It was a novelty, but this opened many possibilities in the future.

He was not holding back.  Edgar was close to the edge.  That edge showed Laun a side of Edgar she had not seen.  His hands moved, he put weight on Laun and held her shoulders down with his forearms.  Held by her throat, his hands clasping and holding her down as he looked into her eyes.  She could not move.  She could not struggle.  She could hardly breathe.  But, in that instant, she saw Edgar’s own darkness, the demons that he held in check.  And then there was grey.

It was not his rumble.  It was not his bellow.  Edgar lifted himself up and swore and growled as he reached his peak.  He held himself in Laun as Ifahyd moved deeper into Edgar and let his own peak wash through him.  The feeling of being filled with Ifahyd’s cock, the fire that had turned to heat and then having his Love and tormenter under his hands-

It changed.  Not just the sensation of his ass being stretched and filled, but where his mind had gone.  His reasoning came back, pushing the raw beast that had come out back in it’s hole.  He did not like that part of himself, but it had made the experience more intense.  The beast was the experience.  Now that he had spent himself within Laun, he was kissing her, knowing that he could have hurt her, might have hurt her as she lay beneath him.

There was a smile on her face, but she was not awake.  Edgar kissed her face, her eyes, whispering to her to try to wake her up.  He stopped and tried not to tense as Ifahyd pulled his cock out, the emptiness almost as painful as the first thrusts had been.

“Bell’uomo?  Edgar, what...?”

Ifahyd had a cloth in hand, wiping the mixture of fluids from his cock as he came back onto the bed.  He saw a loving touch, a light kiss on Laun’s face.  Then he saw the concern and heard the whispers.  He saw the bruising that was starting on her neck.

There was only so much the monarch could do.  He wiped gently on the ass he had just taken, seeing blood and knowing that Edgar had just given that first to Ifahyd.  Some salve was gently placed and worked in to help stop the bleeding and keep things from hurting later.

Edgar felt what was happening to his ass, the gentle strokes and light touches as the cooling salve was applied.  He had a flash of pleasure as Ifahyd’s finger pushed in with more of the salve, making Edgar tense and thrust into Laun.  He had not withdrawn from her, his cock still deep in her even after he had filled her with himself.  Ifahyd withdrew his finger and Edgar felt a little pain.  Mostly he felt the pleasure that he now knew was there.

He was getting hard again as salve was being put into his asshole, rocking his manhood within Laun.  There was a small moan from her, but she still was not awake.  Edgar moved slightly, making sure he was not pressing on her more than to keep himself moving within her.

Ifayd laid next to them and watched as Edgar gently moved.  Laun’s eyes were closed, her breathing was steady and little moans would come out when Edgar pressed into her.  He saw concern, yes.  It was not worry or panic.  He saw love.  Love tinged with a patience Ifahyd had not experienced.  This was why Edgar was her Lord Husband.

There was a small gasp from her, but still she did not open her eyes.  Edgar felt her body react without her mind interfering.  It was something she rarely had and a wicked thought came to Edgar as he kept gently moving within Laun.  He looked over to Ifahyd and smiled.

 

Onto Chapter 17 Laun dreams of those who have passed