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Laun was in a deep conversation with Lady Hellon. Talking of harvests and training and trade routes. There were hundreds of little stones that were moving around their feet, changing their shapes to be what was needed at the moment. A jet of water came out of the ground, announcing that they had a visitor before flowing away under the rocks again.
Ithian was glowing. He was and yet was not wearing a light tunic that matched his eyes. He Kissed Lady Hellon’s hand and then sat on the just-risen rock to be next to Laun. They kissed, his breath tasting of honey and promises.
There was more talk, of travel and of children. Of the ways that were hidden, mostly from those who had to travel them. The rocks would move and show pieces of land that the three...four would be discussing and then reassemble themselves to be a table to hold the basket of smallbreads.
Laun did not know when Lady Engrid had arrived. She was welcome. Her golden hair was long and flowed over her as they discussed how the weather pushed many things. Laun looked at the youthful Engrid and then saw the sand and trees behind her, through her.
There was a tremble beneath them, the rocks shivering and scattering. The others paid it no heed and continued to discuss the ways of jewelers and blacksmiths and how one was honest to his trade and the other one never could be.
The sensations were strong and she closed her eyes, hearing the others around her fade, turn into a hiss in her ears. She was riding a horse...or was the horse riding her? She felt movement and friction and slipperyness-
Laun’s eyes went wide and she was looking into the eyes of Ifahyd as they lay there. He was in her and moving and making love to her. She felt her body tensing and moving and getting close to a peak. She felt the fullness of her ass being taken, hands on her hips gripping her as they moved.
They moved. It was not just the men. She moved and reacted and felt what they were doing to her. She had none of her defenses up, none of the filters that would interfere with the pure sensations.
She did not know who’s hand she held, but she gripped it tight. She saw the smile on Ifahyds face and then closed her eyes again as the first wave of her orgasm went through her. She moaned and then growled and then her voice raised as the men did not stop, did not come to their own peaks. They moved in her, held her, kissed her as she reached a plateau and then was pushed further.
Laun’s head was pounding to the beat of her heart, her womanhood throbbing along. She did not know how she became wedged between the two men, but she did not care. It was all sensation and orgasms for quite some time.
There was a noise from Edgar behind her and she knew he was about to fill her ass with more than just his manhood. His hand went between Laun and Ifahyd, holding onto a breast as he pulled her in closer, pressing his mouth against her back. They lay there, on their sides as first Edgar and then Ifahyd went over their peaks and filled her with more than just their seed.
Laun felt content. The three of them lay on the low bed, arms and legs tangled. Their cocks were still in her, even as the night’s activities made sure that the men would not be performing again for a while. She was being gently kissed by Ifahyd, a few low words from him she could not understand, but knew the meaning of, whispered to her. Edgar fingered her nipple and then ran his hand down her, holding her to him when he felt he was about to slip out of her ass.
It could not last. It did not last.
Cooling damp cloths and tankards of water were used and passed between the three. They did not talk, but touches and caresses and smiles talked loudly. It had been a wonderful thing to wake to. Laun would not say anything about her dreamscape, or what she thought she had learned about Edgar. It was not needed. Right then, it was just the three of them, having had each other and still wanting to be with each other.
A scented breeze came in through the open glass door. The night flowers of the desert had started to fade with the rain’s kiss on them. It helped to cool the room and told them that the night was going to come to morning sooner than they really wanted.
Without saying anything, Ifahyd started to pull the thin cover down from the top of the bedding. He moved up and offered the space next to him, not caring which of them took it. Edgar moved up first and Laun was on the other side of her husband. There was a touch on Edgar’s hip from Ifahyd, and then the monarch rolled so his back was to the other man. Edgar was torn, but spooned up behind Ifahyd, his arm going over the older mans’ hip. Laun sighed and moved behind Edgar, her legs tired and not sure where to go as she found herself in a position unfamiliar to her.
It was good. The three of them let the put off sleep take them, the morning only a few hours away.
They were protected and watched as Girl slipped into the room, tidying up a little and laying down at the foot of the bed.
Onto Chapter 18 Where the Royals ride through the desert beauty
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