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It was the same sleeping chamber.  The same anti-chamber.  The same hooks.

It was different as there were different garments on the hooks in the anti-chamber.  Laun had not really realized until that day that the breeches the men wore had been to keep them from being too forward.  Though, as Laun remembered a certain morning, it had saved him from her as much as her from him.

There were already women naked in the anti-chamber.  Edgar and Fount were on their knees, both of them washing the legs of the women standing in front of them.  Laun had seen some people leave the Great Hall, but had not expected as many there as there were.  She also was not expecting the other wardsmen who were standing to the side, watching.

The lantern light was bright, not allowing the haze of darkness to hide what was happening.  It was what Laun wanted.  She wanted to see as well as feel and hear as much as possible that evening.  What she was seeing were two men, still clothed themselves, tending to women as if they were thoroughbreds.  They had their own styles, but just by tenderly cleansing the women, Laun could see how their touch was already bringing desire.  Nan looked over and shyly smiled until a fingertip brushed her skin and she closed her eyes.

Perhaps Fount didn’t need the lessons, after all.

Edgar motioned his head to the other wardsmen and Laun found that hands were on her.  Disa went to slap away the man who had reached for her apron, but thought of it and let him approach.  Laun had been helped by many in and out of clothes since becoming Lady Salam-Dir.  Men as well as women had helped before this.  But it was very different when she knew what could happen.  Or more to the point, she was not sure what was in store.

The tunic was not just pulled off of her as normal.  The hands went under the hem and went up her body, forcing the fabric up.  The fingers stroked and caught as they moved, making Laun’s nipples hard as they were brushed by.  It was not cold in the room, but she felt a slight shiver as the man’s hands met hers, his body behind her as she held her arms above her head.  The tunic landed on the floor, kicked to the side.

Disa gasped as the man behind her reached from behind into her skirt’s waistband at her stomach, steadying her as he pulled the skirt down over her hips.  Laun saw Gismer’s delight at the maid’s reactions, and the look between Edgar and the other swornman.

The man brushed close to Laun as he reached for the moist cloths on the shelf.  She felt, knew, that was deliberate.  She had to steady herself on a wall and touched a pair of breeches. Laun was wondering why there were breeches on the hooks if the men with them still had their clothes on.  A low laugh and sigh from beyond the wall answered that question, but brought up a thrill of who Edgar and Fount had chosen to invite that evening.

Her feet were brought up by the wardsman as if he were checking a horse’s hoof, supporting the shin with one hand as he undid the straps.  Laun’s sandals were taken off one by one, the straps drawn across the skin and pulled off to delay the sensations.  The tunic and sandals had been all she was wearing, and she found that she wanted to have worn more clothing, not for the coverage, but to feel more of the sensations.  She was still leaning on the wall for support.  Fingers started to comb through her hair, pulling strands and sending little thrills down her back.  A chill went through her as a wet cloth started down her back.  She felt the hot skin beside the cold skin and reveled in the contrast.

The cloth went down in long strokes, not missing any skin, just taking a very long time to get there.  She was turned around and pressed to the wall as those strokes went up her body.  Her eyes closed on their own even though she wanted to see more than a glimpse of the one cleaning her.  He had his hand on her stomach, holding her against the wall as the cloth went up her legs and up to her chest.  She felt his breath on her body as he stood up and traced her breasts with the cloth.  Her arms were raised above her head, held in place with one of his hands and his body pressed into hers.  His mouth must have been very close because Laun could almost taste the ale on his breath.  Not entirely pleasant, but the breath was hot on her face as the cloth was drawn down her arms delicately.

And he was enjoying it.  Very obviously.  

There was a whisper and Laun came back into focus.  She hadn’t realized how the sensation had blocked out everything else.

She opened her eyes a slit and saw Edgars’ hand on the wardman’s shoulder.  The pressure was released from her hands and the wardsman stepped back.

Laun opened her eyes all the way and saw the wardsman step to the side to let Edgar past.  Her swornman took her hands and started to lead her away from the wall.  She stumbled slightly when she found that her legs would not work properly.

Edgar had both of Launs hands and caught her before she could fall.  He held her until she said, “I think I can stand.”  She heard the breathiness and was not sure she liked what just this had done to her control.

The grey eyes were on her and Laun could not understand Fount’s control.  He was in process of being cleansed himself by Disa and Nan.  One was stroking his back and arms, one kneeling in front, the cloth coming within a fraction of touching his very erect manhood.  His feet were slightly apart, turned to the side so they could get to him better, but he was looking straight at Laun.  He almost seemed to be at double attention.  He was strong and beautiful.  She could see how primed he was, and yet, he was just standing there as the naked women touched him, cleaned him with the moist, cool cloths.

Laun touched Disa on the shoulder and took the cloth from her.  She drew the cloth along his stomach and felt his skin react.  Disa stood and started to unbuckle Edgar’s jerkin.  Nan went and started to help with Edgar, anticipation in her eyes.

Fount held out his hand.  Laun placed hers in his.  She stepped close and they were skin to skin, his hardness between them.  He put his hand on the small of her back and pressed them together.  He kept his face level, close but away from hers, looking into her eyes.  Her arms went around his waist and she felt the muscles in his back twitch when she touched.

There was a low growl and they turned to look.  Edgar was standing with Disa and Nan on either side, his arms above his head.  Nan was pouring the cold water down his chest as Disa wiped up and down his stomach, sometimes tapping his erectness on the down stroke.  He opened his eyes and sought out Laun.  He flinched a smile as the cold water was let loose again, this time flowing all the way down his body to the floor.

He put his arms down, trapping the women in his embrace.  “I think that is enough of that.  With your permission, My Lady.”

Laun barely nodded when Fount picked her up in his arms and carried her into the sleeping area.  He went to the side of the mat and knelt.  Laun knew he was strong, and she was not the smallest woman in the household, but the feeling of being lifted so easily, just as Emmy had been at that night’s meal, was thrilling.  He laid her down farther from the center than she was used to.  She turned and saw that Kelli and Gismar were in an embrace on the other side, Bett and a wardsman she couldn’t remember the name of towards the head.  Edgar was led by the women to the edge of the bedding, one for each hand.

Edgar helped balance Disa as she stepped onto the bedding.  Edgar then held his arm out for Nan to balance with, but stepped close to her and took her by surprise once she was standing up on the bedding.  He had her off balance, one hand on her hip, one hand across her chest, a breast in his hand.  All she could do was let him hold her up against his chest.

His teeth were bared and he looked like he was going to bite into her shoulder. He scraped his teeth along her skin until he was to her neck.  She gasped as he gently took her flesh between his teeth.  Her head went back over his shoulder and a little noise came out.

Edgars hand shifted from her hip to the inside of her thigh, pulling her legs apart.  Laun was overwhelmed with the muskiness.  It was not bad, just strong.

Disa leaned over and kissed Laun on the cheek.  They smiled and then Laun felt Fount start to kiss his way up her leg.  It was a shock, but it started to warm her more.  He placed his hand on the inside of her thigh and kissed slowly up the outside.  Her thigh was being kneaded and she could feel little swirls as Fount’s tongue licked her.  She found she had closed her eyes and forced them to open again.

Edgar had moved Nan onto the mat, head down and her butt up.  He was kneeling on the edge of the bedding behind her.  One of his hands was doing something to her that Laun could not see, but the look on Nan's face was of pure ecstasy.  His other hand was running up and down her spine, sometimes scraping his nails and leaving little red trails.

Heavy breathing was coming from the head of the bed, but Laun could not look away from Nan as her body started to rock rhythmicly following Edgars arm.  Nan’s eyes fluttered and caught on Laun’s.  Her arm went out and Laun held Nans hand.  Nan gasped and pulled Laun towards her as her body started to convulse.  Laun tried to sit up, but Disa put her arm around her and lay her back down with Disa’s legs on either side of her.  Fount looked over and watched Nan.  Her breathing had almost stopped and she was holding onto Laun’s hand so tight Laun was afraid.  And then Nan took in one large breath and gave out an almost animal howl, blocked some by the bedding her face was in.

Nan’s body relaxed, though there seemed to be aftershocks as she lay there, a smile on her face that would tense for a flash before relaxing again.  A cloth was handed to Edgar by the only one still clothed in the room, the wardsman who had cleaned Laun.  Edgar wiped his hands and then gently wiped some of the wetness that had run down Nan’s legs.  She took the cloth and curled up with her hands pressing the cloth into her crotch.

Laun whispered, “She is all right?”  Her eyes were big and concerned.

Edgar reached over and stroked Nan’s hair out of her eyes.  “My Lady wishes to know if you are well.”

Nan looked over to Laun and said, “...”   Actually, what she said was fairly unintelligible, but the happy tone allayed Laun’s sudden fears.

Edgar sat back on his haunches and looked at Fount kissing up the side of Laun’s thigh.  His hand was working it’s way up her inner thigh, a relaxing stroke that had promise to it.  Disa was cradling Laun, her hands starting to stroke down her shoulders and to just above the scar on the one breast.  

The scars.  They were all over her body.  Scars from the straps of the ill fitting harness.  From sunburn.  From battle.  From blisters.  They were there, a part of her.  He had some nights traced all the scars on her back with his eyes.  They were various shades of grey and pink, and right now, most of them seemed to be bright, the one across her beautiful breast almost red.  They were the scars on the outside, the ones that she had used to show Gismar and the rest of the family her quiet strength.  But she usually ignored them, even though they would be with her and mar her for the rest of her life.

He closed his eyes and shook himself mentally.  When he opened his eyes, he looked at Laun again.  She was a beautiful young woman who was being caressed by a handsome young man and another beautiful young woman.  She was looking at him and he saw some of the confusion that had been in her eyes replaced with the reactions to the sensations, the right now.  Edgar moved up the bed and lay next to Laun, Disa’s leg spreading to lean against his back.  He took Disa’s hand from Laun’s chest and started to kiss the palm.  She was not expecting any attention and almost pulled away.

Edgar stopped.  He propped himself on his elbow and looked into Disa’s eyes.  “I will not do anything to you you do not want.”  He held her hand to his cheek, stubble shaved clean earlier.

Laun looked up and saw Disa’s breasts from below.  They were heavier than hers, and had a tan nipple to her pink.  Laun took her maid’s other hand and repeated what her sworn had said with, “You are safe here and you are welcome to share or watch.  It is up to you.”

A tear was coming from Disa’s eye and she looked conflicted for a moment.  She decided and brought both Edgar and Laun’s hands to her mouth.  “I-  Please, my fiancé took me roughly before he sent me away to be executed.  He was the only one, and...”

Edgar took Disa’s face in his hand and gently drew her near.  Laun watched Disa panic for a moment and then relax.  Disa nodded and the gentleness that Edgar kissed her maid was tender and slightly timid, letting Disa push forward for more.

Laun’s hand was still above her head and she let it draw across Disa’s skin, brushing that tan nipple and bringing it a pleasant reaction.  Disa smiled around the kiss.  Edgar moved down, kissing Disa’s chin, and then throat.  Laun could see the flicks of Edgar’s tongue as he moved and nuzzled into the side of her neck, Disa’s head going back giving him more room.  Laun cupped Disa’s breast in her hand, supporting the heaviness and found her maid’s nipple was hard between two of her fingers.  She pressed her fingers together lightly and felt the tightening of stomach muscles beneath her head.

Fount moved up Laun’s body and took one of her breasts in hand.  He mirrored what Laun was doing to Disa.  Laun found the reaction the same as her stomach tightened for a moment, a rush of feeling going down to her groin.

Disa was moving back onto her elbows and Edgar’s mouth trailed down to her chest.  He nuzzled the outside of her breast, drew a tongue tip across the nipple and then licked lightly between the breasts.  Disa sighed and let her head tip completely back.  Edgar met Laun’s hand with his lips, kissing each finger until he came to the nipple between them.  He licked lightly on the nipple and then sucked on it, bringing out a sigh that Laun felt herself mimic as Fount’s mouth found her nipple.  His teeth were holding the nipple lightly as his tongue ran across it.

Edgar moved so that he could put his arm around Disa’s back, supporting her as he pressed his face into her breasts.  He was not being as gentle and Disa’s reactions were growing with the intensity.  Laun felt a throb and looked to see Edgar’s hardness at her waist.  Her arm was pinned to her side by his body, her hand limply hanging in space.

Fount moved that hand slightly, cupping her breast and playing with it as he suckled on the other one.  The sounds around them were getting more gutteral, and Laun found that she could not help the sounds that came out of her.

Edgar was moving down Disa’s body, kissing and licking his way lower.  He drew his arm from in back of her and she dropped to the bedding.  Edgar’s face was next to Launs and he kissed her.  It was gentle, but his tongue did unexpected things as they shared a few breaths.  He pulled away, his breath controlled but on the edge of being ragged.

Edgar put a hand on Fount’s shoulder, the younger man taking a moment to look up.  “Would you mind moving our Lady...”  Edgar motioned to the treasure of Disa’s that was blocked by Laun’s body.

The younger man nodded and crawled over Launs leg, kneeling between her legs.  If he had wanted to, he was in the perfect position to just enter her, take her, and it was obvious he thought very hard about that possibility.  Instead, he took her by the hips and slid her down, crooking her knees up and spreading Laun to him.

Her head was still on Disa, her maid’s thigh being her pillow.  Edgar kept kissing his way down Disa’s stomach until he was positioned between her thighs.  He gave Laun a kiss before giving Disa one on the fur above her womanhood.  Disa’s back arched slightly.

Again, Fount followed Edgar’s lead and Laun felt kisses in the verge between her stomach and the fur below.  It was a whisper of a kiss, and then it moved across and Founts lips were catching on the insides of her thigh.  He went back the other way and nipped at the other thigh.

Edgar was taking a different tact with Disa.  Laun was watching the gentle licks and kisses on the lips below the fur, a different musk coming into the air as Disa started to squirm when Edgar touched her.

Laun felt something brush a very tender spot and her hand went to Fount’s head.  She wasn’t sure if it had been a good or bad feeling, but her hand on his head encouraged what he was doing.  Edgar looked over and saw Launs face, her reaction bringing a smile.  He did not hold back any longer and made Disa jolt, both hands going to her groin, fingers wound through Laun’s hair and the other hand trying to find purchase with Edgar’s short stubble.  His fingers started to play along Disa’s wet lips and on the button at the top, his mouth clamped onto the tender crease between thigh and crotch.

Laun did not see what happened next to her maid as Fount had his own distracting techniques.  His palm covered most of her womanhood as two fingers had her own button between them.  He was pressing in and rubbing slightly as his mouth started to suck on the isolated nub.  Even in her own bare explorations, she had never felt anything like that.  Laun reached blindly for something to hold onto and her body arched and jerked and moved on it’s own.  Disa was thrusting to what must have been the same sort of rhythm that had incapacitated Nan.  Their hands met and they grasped each other, sharing the moment.

Disa became very loud as she reached her peak.  So loud that Gismar disentangled himself from Kelli to force a kiss onto the thrashing Disa.  Laun could feel some of the contractions as they rippled through Disa’s leg.  Edgar continued until Disa had to come up for breath and said, “No!.... No more!  No.... More...”

Gismar was left to hold Disa as Edgar started to focus on Laun.  He kissed her and she tasted her maid on him, tangy and milky.  She was not sure if she liked it, but she didn’t have time to consider it.  Edgar tapped Fount on the head and Fount looked up.  There must have been some sort of communication between them, but Laun had no idea how.  Edgar took the nod from Fount and moved down her body so that the older man could hold her around the waist and suck on her breasts.  Fount changed his tactics again and had her legs over his back as his face disappeared between them.  Edgar held Laun firmly as her back arched in response.

Laun could not tell what her body was doing, but she heard rushing in her ears and lights were dancing in her closed eyes.  The tension that had built up broke out and if Edgar had not been holding her, she might have torn open some of her just healed scars.  As it was, Edgar was going to have some interesting bruises the next day and Fount had to pry Laun’s legs apart to breathe.

It took more than ten minutes for Laun to be able to respond to the people around her.  She was being held between Edgar and Fount, their hands gently stroking and massaging.  She became aware of the gentleness, the patience, and Edgar’s voice as he talked to someone.

She focused, relying on her breathing to give her an anchor in the sensations that still were still reverberating in her body and skull.  She then tried to hear Edgar’s voice clearly over the pounding that was receding in her ears.  He was not trying to talk to her, she finally decided.  It was something about someone who wished to come in...  Laun faded out again until she forced herself to come back to the surface and focus outside of herself.  By that time, Edgar was nuzzling into Laun’s neck, Fount kissing her gently on the lips.

She opened her eyes, nothing would stay in focus.  Fount saw and nudged Edgar.

“My Lady.  I hope you are well.”

She turned to Edgar and made her thick tongue say, “I am not sure I will ever be the same.”  She turned back to Fount and whispered, “I misjudged you.  I am glad I did.”

Fount blushed slightly and said quietly, “My father bought me a tutor...”

She sighed and said, “I am glad he did.”

Edgar propped himself on his elbow and suddenly had a very serious look on his face.  “My Lady... Laun.  I do not want to push this - actually, I really want to push this, but may we...  May we deflower you tonight?”

Laun was astonished and laughed.  “You mean that wasn’t it?”  She heard giggles and laughter from those around her.

Fount smiled.  Edgar laughed and bent close to her ear, his deep voice again thrilling her.  “Luckily, no.  You can have that just about every time.”

“But...”  Fount started to talk and looked away.

Edgar glanced at Fount.  “What my partner is trying to say is that your virginity can only be taken once.  And he would like to know if you will choose him to do it.”

“This is a great time to pressure her,” said Disa, still in Gismar’s arms, but with Kelli on his other side curled up over his leg and chest.

Laun, even in the aftermath of her first orgasm, was blunt and practical.  She turned to Fount and asked him, “Is it very important to you?”  He nodded and kissed her lightly.

Laun turned to Edgar after the kiss and asked him, “Is it something you have need to do?”  

He furrowed his brow for a moment but answered evenly, “No, Laun.  I just hope that I will be allowed to make love to you...”

The word went through her and she was very aware of her physical body and surroundings suddenly.  There had not been any talk of love, just desires and want’s.  Neither of the men saw that reaction for what it was for she closed her eyes and said, “Of course.  If I make it through this.”  She smiled broadly.  When she opened her eyes Fount was also smiling.

Laun knew that the hardness that had been pressing into her leg was what it took to deflower her.  To enter her and rip her apart.  Though that was not as daunting of a thought anymore as her orgasm had changed many of her perceptions of sex.  “Fount, I give you my virginity.”

He started to kiss his way down her body again.  Again, he had her legs over his back, but he kissed his way up her thigh to her knee, kneeling between her legs.  Laun and Fount’s eyes locked.  His grey eyes did not leave her hazel ones as he positioned himself.  There was a tingle and flash through her midsection as he rubbed on the still sensitive area, and then she felt him pull back.  He held her legs to his chest, her knees on either side of his head.  He gently kissed her leg and said,

“Thank you.”

There was pain.  It was not great, but she let herself more of a gasp than a scream as he pushed in.  She let some theatrics in as he went deeper, the size of him stretching her for the first time and she let the sounds that wanted to come out with more emphasis.  But it was not much more.

He started to pull back and he spat out, “Oh, shit!”  His eyes stayed open, but the look in them became wild and he stroked in and out quickly.  He let go of her legs and fell forward, catching himself before landing fully on her.  His eyes still were on hers and she could see the sudden tension in his jaw, his arms shaking on either side of her.  There were a few more strokes that hit her just about right and she gasped, trying to stay still beneath him.  His whole body became rigid and then he collapsed for real, his body covering hers and his head going into the bedding next to hers.

Laun took his weight well.  She wrapped her legs around his and waited.  His breathing steadied and he raised his head.  “I hope that was not too painful, Laun.”

She kissed him.  “As long as it is only that way once.”

Fount shakily rolled off of her and lay panting beside her.

Edgar motioned, and a clean, white cloth was handed to him by the attending wardsman.  It was delicately drawn across Laun’s womanhood and handed back the cloth.  The wardsman left the room.

Edgar kissed Laun on the cheek.  “May I?”

She smiled.  “Yes, please.”

A twinkle was in his eyes as he rolled on top of her.  “I never have minded seconds.”

He entered her, no pain for Laun, but it was different.  The slowness he used to stroke in and out of her was very calculated and Laun could see that he was being deliberate.  He could not hold back any longer as his control broke.  A deep growl came out of him and he held her hips tight, thrusting deeply into her.  She felt something building in her, but his own climax came and he withdrew before she could be touched off again.

The introduction to the bodily pleasures that Laun had been denying herself, and those around her, was a success.  She was satisfied, though not entirely content, as the others around her continued into the evening and she watched her people having fun.  

She was held by Disa for much of it.  The maid was asked if she wanted more, and she declined.  Laun was being cuddled by her maid while watching Fount between Betts legs when her eyes closed for sleep.

 

Next, Chapter 29   Laun sends out a group to gather information, and perhaps some supplies.