the Leathermines

Back to Chapter 13 - If this is confusing, try going to the beginning of the Chronicles of the Midlands with The SlaveWarrior.

 

The nap happened, in small chunks to begin with.

The babies wanted to be with Laun for a while and that delayed the lay-down.  She was nodding off while the babies were crawling around her on the patio.  Gem helped Laun into her room and took charge of the babies again.

Laun was able to lay back on the bed, not even with her boots off before a messenger from the Hamlis mayor insisted on seeing her.  That took a while to make him stop talking and take a tersely written message back, telling the Mayor that right now was not good, to stop trying to get Laun to move off the compound.  

Laun had her boots off, with help from the timid Lieutenant and had just been in process of telling him her rules of the moment and trying to have some negotiations with the man when the medics came in, Maddoc trailing several other red-sleeved soldiers behind him.  She stripped with little hesitation, the scars and recent wounds starting to blend together, the bruises just starting to yellow and fade but were still enough to make the men who had not seen them before to pause.

Salve was massaged into Laun, the back not the only place the healing hands stroked, though none went to where they all seemed to be looking whenever Laun turned her head and caught them.  The consultations on the back strain and the cuts were over after a small delay, Maddoc asking for a little privacy.

Laun was more relaxed and had her torn dark green tunic on, the harness on the left arm the only other thing on her.  She was sitting, though knew that she would be laying down soon, one way or another.  “You went off compound, Sister.”

Laun nodded, her hand going to her head because of the pain the movement caused.  The Captain’s hands were on her, moving her head and neck around and looking into her eyes as she said, “I met the merchant.  He tried to sell me something he did not know the history of.  I did not buy and I don’t know who he may try to sell it to next.”

“Your eyes are showing a redness I don’t like.  Your temperature seems to be up again.”  He reached into his basket and pulled out a small vial of a pale yellow liquid.  “The merchants who are from the gray don’t usually care about the history of the things they sell, only how much they can get for it.  Drink this and it will make your head hurt less.”

Laun pulled the small wooden stopper from the vial and tossed it back.  It tasted vile, but she swallowed and handed the empty vial back.

“You are too used to that, Ma’am.  It will not knock you out, but things may be a bit funny and hazy for a bit.”

Laun watched him pack up the few things that had been pulled from his basket.  “Thank you for taking Liam as a patient.”

“He means something to you, Highness.  I would not want you to suffer for the loss.”  He stood from the chair and nodded to her.  “Rest.”

“I will try.  As long as the men stop trying to...”  Laun stopped herself and looked to the medic.  “You have Mother’s Bane here?”

His eye flicked back and forth for a moment as if reading something.  “Yes.  Not much and I am not sure how old it is.”  He held out a hand as a friend would.  “Sister, don’t push yourself, but if you need it, it is yours.”

Laun took his hand and held it for a moment.  “Thank you.”  A wicked smile went across her face as she said, “It is too bad I didn’t bring my scarf.  I could make a season in a few days here.”

He chuckled and dropped his hand.  His head bowed slightly and he backed up a step.  “Ma’am.”

Laun was able to lay down for a while, her eyes closing and the slight buzzing in her ears she had been ignoring coming more to the front.  It softened and she was able to dip into sleep.

Her eyes flew open and a knife was out and at the Lieutenant’s throat.  He was still as he could be and Laun blinked, trying to focus.  She relaxed and dropped the knife on the bunk before laying back down again.

“I didn’t want to disturb you...if you were asleep, Ma’am.”  His hand was at his throat, a small line starting to form with light drops of blood.

There was a thickness in Laun’s mouth and she knew that whatever she had taken was full on her, though not as strong as the brown stuff her healers would give her.  She swallowed several times before she said, “Sorry.”  She rubbed her face with her hands and looked around.

The sky was dark, a flicker of a torch on the deck lighting the window with odd shapes.  She had been asleep for several hours.  Her head no longer hurt, but the buzzing in her ears was there in the background.

“You hadn’t woken for evening meal and I became concerned, Ma’am.  Your people have eaten and I wanted to make sure you had some thing before things get battened down.”

Laun blinked at him and tilted her head.  “Battened down?”

He nodded his head.  “There is a storm coming off the ocean and we close everything we can before storms hit.”

Laun looked back at the flickering lights outside the window.  There was a slight hissing sound on the glass, and she saw that there were people outside right before a board was put over the window.  The hissing stopped and it was much quieter.

“Food would be good.  Is the mess hall still open?”

“If you can get dressed, we can get over there and get something.”  He started to look for her pants and boots.

Laun took a moment before saying, “Is that why my head was hurting?  I’ve had something like that up North before storms, but not that bad.”

Lieutenant Beau helped her to stand, pulling her riding pants up for her.  “That is how we know about the storms.  Several of the men have pressure headaches or pain in their joints.  They report it and if it is widespread, we know there is a storm coming.”

The boots were on and they headed over to the mess hall, a brisk wind off the beach carrying sand with it.  The windows on the buildings all had shutters being installed, the crews skilled and practiced.  The door into the mess hall was difficult to close when a gust of wind came through, trying to pull the door from the officer’s hand.

Laun saw that there was a full room in the unranked men’s mess.  More men were stuffed in there than usual, many of them not wanting to get caught in barracks alone for the storm.  Laun motioned for the nearest man to stop when he was about to call out, pushing past him and looking for a spot near the edge of the room.

A tankard was handed down the table to her, one for the Lieutenant coming after he was able to push to her side.  A bowl of the night’s soup was passed hand to hand to each of them, only one spoon between them.  Laun sipped from the edge of the bowl to taste it and found that it was not as bad as previous nights offerings.

There were dumplings and hard boiled eggs floating in the soup, crowding the few vegetables and pieces of chicken Laun saw.  It was not cold, but it was cool enough that she sipped the broth and fished out the dumplings and eggs with her fingers as she came to them.  The Lieutenant tried to offer her the spoon, but wound up not using it either when it was bumped from his grip.

The room was loud, but it was a happy loud.  Laun heard some humming coming from one end of the table and looked at the man she thought was doing it.  “Do you know ‘Orange Skies’?”

There was laughter and several of the men started singing and then stopped.  They did a little bit of finding a common key and started in again.  Voices joined through the room and Laun felt like she might have been home when she closed her eyes and listened.

Another song was started on the other side of the room when the first wound down, a sailing tune that was lively.  Even several of the soldiers around her knew that one.  More tea was passed in a pitcher and Laun leaned against Lieutenant Beau’s shoulder.  He looked down at her and smiled, then looked away, a slight blush on his cheeks.

More songs wound their way through the room, some new to Laun and she tried to listen closely to those ones, even though she was not joining into the singing.  She was a dancer, not a singer, but she enjoyed hearing the voices around her.  Bringing home a new song would keep the voices fresh, and the people she missed a bit happier.

One of the men at her table got a glint in his eye as he looked at Laun.  The song that was sung was almost done and Laun could feel that he was going to start the next one.  The first few words and notes came out of him and she swore, making the table laugh.

“Our Lady's Lips-” started and the more Laun protested, the further it spread, the louder it got.

“No!  Not that one!  Why is it always that one?”  Laun was blushing and holding her hand over her face as she was protesting, though she was enjoying the harmonies.

They did not have the number of verses that her household had created on that song.  Laun was glad of it as another song started and she felt as though she could relax some.

“I didn’t know they knew that song up North,” the Lieutenant said over the singing.

Laun flushed a little again as she said, “Not only know it, they torture me with it with extra verses.  They even used it as a call and response once.”

He laughed.  “Which verse?” Laun shook her head.  He leaned into her and said, “Our Lady’s skin...?”  He brushed the back of his hand against hers and took a sip of his tea.

Laun shook her head again.  “I may talk, but I do not give away household secrets.”

He smiled widely.  “Our Lady’s eyes.  That must have been the verse...”  His voice trailed off as they looked into each other’s eyes.  The singing went on around them, the voices raised as the men’s spirit’s raised against the storm.  Lieutenant Beau’s breath became fast and shallower.  Laun felt a slight thrill go through her as she felt his breath heat the space between them.

“Ma’am.  Perhaps we should get back to your quarters?”  There was a note in his voice that Laun had not heard before, even when they had been openly talking and negotiating before.

“If you have had enough to eat, Lieutenant.”  Laun’s head tilted slightly and she smiled at him.  She watched as his coloring changed slightly.

“I think I will need to have a little more, but not with the men.”  He leaned slightly closer and looked at her lips and back to her eyes.

“The officers do get the best morsels.  Though I’m not sure what you are thinking of is tender enough for you.”  She took a sip of tea and looked at the dried line of blood on the man’s neck.

A small glistening started on his forehead.  His voice went low and Laun leaned forward slightly to be able to hear him as he said, “I’m the tender one, ma’am.”

Laun blinked and pulled back slightly.  “I think I can still make you bleed.”  Her hand started for his neck, to the line on it, but she stopped.  She let her hand fall and drank the rest of her tea, setting her hand over the mouth when she put it on the table.  They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment and Laun felt the full rush of lust flow through her, the need to get out and to somewhere private pushing her.

Laun stood and looked around the room.  There was still singing and the men seemed to be making the best of the crowded situation.  There was little room to move and no easy way to the door with the amount of soldiers and sailors that had pushed in even after she and the Lieutenant had come in.  She could have struggled to get through between the tables, but instead, she stepped onto the table and started to walk to the door.

There was laughter.  “Highness!  Need a hand?”  More laughter as she judged and jumped to the next table, a hand or two on her to keep her from going backwards, and to cop a feel.  Laun looked back and saw the Lieutenant pushing through the men and smiled.  She made it around tankards and mugs and bowls and to the end of the table, the space between a little larger than the last.

Hands went up and she had shoulders to walk on, hands and fists to support her.  She made it to the end of the line of tables and turned, making a bow to the room.  There were some who stood and saluted, many who clapped and some who hissed.  Laun left to another round of ‘Our Lady’s thighs’, her face bright red.

The wind had calmed down, but there was more moisture in the air than before.  The rain was going to hit and it was going to hit soon.  Laun waited outside the door to the mess hall, seeing that most of the buildings were tight to the storm and few people were still out in the elements.

The Lieutenant came through the door and seemed surprised that Laun was still there.  “Ma’am...  I want to make sure.  Are we going back to your room now?”

“Unless you have a bigger bed.  And call me Laun.”

He nodded and grabbed her arm, forcing her into a run towards the noncommissioned officer's barracks as the wind started up again and the rain was starting down.  They were not too wet when they got back inside, but it was a cold rain.

There was one soldier in the corridor, on duty to guard the Princess’ quarters.  He seemed a bit bored and took a moment to come to attention when he saw the two people come towards him.  Laun made a perfunctory salute and headed into her room, a hand on the Lieutenants arm pulling him in with her before she closed the door.

Laun took her tunic off in the lamplight without saying anything, the Lieutenant’s eyes going to the cut flower on her breast and the gold rings before being dragged back to Laun’s eyes.  Laun started to unbuckle her riding pants.

He backed up and started to turn, a hand going towards the handle of the door.  “Stop.”  He turned back and saw Laun on the bed, pulling on her boots.

“Ma’am, I shouldn’t, I mean I want... But you shouldn’t...”

Laun let her pants lay on the floor where they had dropped and she walked the few paces towards the officer.  “You had no trouble earlier when I told you of my rules.  Your need was clear in the mess hall.”  She put a hand on his wet chest.  “If you do not wish to, I understand.  I do not want to force you to do anything you do not want to do.”

His hand went over hers and he looked at her for a moment.  “Ma... Laun.  I have never been...  I mean, I have wanted to, but I haven’t had the...”  He watched as his hand went to Laun’s breast from his own, the Princess’ hand taking his reluctance away.

“Only if you want to, Beau.”

His eyes were on where his hand was touching her.  The gold ring was pressing into the palm of his hand, the metal both warm and cold.  He raised his other hand up but could not bring it towards her.  Laun took his hand and placed that one on her waist, trailing her hands up his arms until her hands were on his shoulders.

He found the courage and stepped into her, embracing her and grasping her.  Their lips met and he went from timid to hungry with his mouth in less than a breath.  Laun felt him pause and looked into his eyes.  The lamp made the worried look sharp to Laun.

Her head tilted, the thoughtful tic making him reflexively smile.  “Beau, what is worrying you?  You said you do not have a love in your life.  Are you concerned about my people?”

He shook his head, drops of water shedding from his short hair.  “I’m just a Lieutenant and I have always known that I was bought the commission to get me out of my Father’s way.  I’m the fourth son...  The military was the best option, since I couldn’t be on any of my father’s ships.”

Laun saw the sadness and tried not to be disappointed.  She was hoping for some fun, and it seemed that the boy could not perform because of some issues he could not get past.  She stepped back and tried to lead him to the bed, to sit.  He stepped with her, but did not sit when she did.  Laun looked up into his face, seeing the business veil draw across his sadness.

“Beau, you said you were the tender one.  Have you never been in the bed of a woman before?  Would you rather be with a man?”

He looked shocked and shook his head.  “No, I want to be with you...but I couldn’t be good for you, Ma’am-Laun.  You have experience and I...”  He tried to turn again.

Laun’s patience was drawing thin.  “The only way to have experience is to get it.  I can have my girl in here for you instead if you want to practice.”

He stopped and seemed to be thinking.  He turned back and shook his head.  He knelt between Laun’s legs and looked at her.  “I want to be with you.”  His arms went around her and his lips pressed into hers.  Laun felt a little shiver go through her, and not just because of the wet cloth rubbing against her.

Laun pulled on his tunic and he started to undress himself.  His wet tunic was on the floor and he stood, unbuckling his belt to be dumped on his tunic.  He paused and Laun looked up, smiling.

“I always get caught by the boots.”  Laun saw a small nod and he sat on the bed next to her, another small pause before he started to work his boots off his feet.

Laun moved the knife that was still laying open on the bed into her forearm harness, and then the harness was off and on the floor under the bed.  The wind started to pound against the outer wall and door, the sound of wind and rain loud.  Laun looked at the window and a flash of light from around the board was there before a low rumble.  His hand was on her back, a light touch on the fading bruises around the piercings.  Laun stayed bent over for a moment so he could get a good look and feel of the healing wounds.  When she sat back up there was more worry in his eyes.

“I can’t do that to you, Ma’am.”  She heard anxiety and worry.  The look on his face was hard to read except for the doubt.

Laun moved on the bed, faced him and then straddled his lap.  His hands went to her hips as her arms went around his neck.  “That was a special contract I was fulfilling.  I have no need to be hurt to be able to do this-”  She leaned into his chest and kissed him.

Beaus’ arms were around her and he was kissing her without any reservations.  She could feel the heat in his body rise, and other things rise beneath her.  His hands started to roam, to stroke tentatively on her back.  Laun’s hands encouraged him by wandering along his back and drawing across his chest lightly.

She felt a shiver under her fingers and his head went back, breaking the kiss.  He drew in a breath and leaned back so that Laun’s hands could travel more around his chest.  He had sensitive nipples and Laun liked how he reacted.  She wetted her fingers with a lick of her tongue, his eyes barely open but watching her.  She circled his little nipples and felt them tighten under her touch.  His head went back again when she turned her head a little and blew on his moist skin.

He gasped.  His hands went behind him to support him on the bed.  There was another shiver through him as Laun leaned down and licked his nipple, another gasp coming from him.

Laun was finding it nice and sweet that he was reacting so well from such a simple thing.  She could believe that he had not been with a woman, but she always had the darkness to tell her that things were not as they seemed, that the young officer was lying to her.

“Beau, what do you want?”  Laun looked into his eyes when he brought his head back upright.  There was a glazed quality about them that let her know that she could do anything she wanted to him.  She wanted to know if he really didn’t have any experience.

“Ma’am...  I don’t know.  To be in you?”  He sounded frightened to Laun.

“Then we need to get you out of your pants.”  Laun slid off his lap and knelt on the floor.  Her hand went to the straps of the breeches and found that she had left her own wetness on the leather.  She started to undo the buckles and his hand went to hers.

He looked into her eyes and sat up.  He then stood and undid his breeches, a little tug from Laun on the waist band and they were down around his knees.  His loincloth was coming undone and a tug made the tie fall apart.  He had a small smile as he looked down past his own manhood to Laun kneeling on the floor before him.

It was not the largest she had had by several hand spans, but it was not the smallest she had seen, either.  Laun’s hand went to his thigh and she felt him shiver again.  She did not get a chance to touch the erect manhood before her, even as her hand was stroking slowly up his leg.

There was a knock on the door and Laun knew why the Commander growled.  She stood and Beau turned from the doorway, re-buckling himself into his uniform breeches with shaking hands.

“Who is it?”  Laun did not hold back her annoyance.

“Listas.”

Laun smiled and then frowned.  Without clothing herself, she went to the door and opened it.  She did not hide that the Lieutenant was in the room behind her, scrambling to get his clothing on.  The Commander’s hand held a flask that lowered as he saw the junior officer in the room with Laun.  It seemed to take a moment for him to realize that she did not have any clothing on.

Laun stepped back and Listas hesitated before stepping into the room.  It seemed much smaller with his presence.  Laun saw a look from the Commander to the Lieutenant and Laun had to stop that right there.

“Damnit, Listas, It took me twenty minutes to get him that undressed!  Your timing is horrible.”

There was a horrified expression on the Lieutenants face and Listas snorted.  “Boy, I didn’t know you were such a slow starter.”  The Commander took the top off the flask and offered it to the Lieutenant.

Beau took the flask and had a swig without testing it, another horrified look on his face as he swallowed.  He tried to not cough, but it came out, his face reddening as he tried to breathe.  He tried to hand the flask back, but the Commander was not paying attention.

Listas was looking at Laun.  Not just the superficial cuts and bruises or the healed scars.  He saw the woman standing there, comfortable in herself.  His hand went to her shoulder, pulling her to him.

“I-I should go...”  The Lieutenant started to head for the door and it was the Commander who stopped him.

His hand was up and Listas said, “I was the one who interrupted, Blue.  I should go.”  The Commander kissed Laun once and stepped back.

Laun’s hand went out and caught the Lieutenant before he could bolt.  “I am not one to choose just one bed mate.”  She looked between them.  “It is not an ideal first, but-”

Listas laughed.  “Blue?  Have you not had a woman before?”

The Lieutenant shook his head and tried to leave again, his embarrassment plain on his face and in his posture.  Laun gripped his sleeve and he turned back only because of that.

Laun looked up into Listas’ face.  “Why do men make such a big thing about it?  Men have to have experience but women cannot give themselves until the right time?  It should be the choice of the person, man or woman, not something that is forced onto them.  And why are you calling him Blue?”

The Commander laughed loudly.  The Lieutenant was the one who answered with a small voice, saying, “Because that is the color I turn when I am on a ship.”

Laun felt bad for the officer.  “Oh, honey.  That’s awful.”  Laun stepped out of Listas’ embrace and held Beau’s head between her hands.  She kissed him lightly on the lips.  She drew her fingers down his jaw as she released him and saw a flicker of something before he pressed his lips back onto hers.

That barrier was broken.

She was between the men, both damp from the rain, but warm from their own body heat.  It was humid between them and getting warmer as hands and lips started to explore her.  Clothing started to come off, a more careful sectioning off of the two men’s to keep them separate.

Laun did not have to be the instructor for the inexperienced man, but she did guide hands as Listas encouraged Beau, finding the excitement of the moment enough to ignore the hesitations.  Her body was telling her that she was going to hurt more after the session, but she wanted to do this.  She wanted the heat and the companionship, and she did not want to be alone that night with the storm raging around the city.

Fingers were slick as they went around and into her womanhood.  She was still between them and she loved hearing the voice of Listas as he told the younger man what he should be doing.  Ever the Commander, he knew how to get things done.

“...between the lips down there and almost in her fur-”  Laun felt Beau’s finger brush her button and she reacted, a small jump in her belly and her knees trying to give out.  There was a chortle into the back of her neck and he said, “Go on that lightly, boy.  Most women don’t like it being handled like you are polishing it.”

The hands, knowledged and inexperienced, broke through one of Launs barriers and she did not think of anything but the sensation for a while.  Hands from behind held her up with her breasts, rolling her nipples and rings between his fingers.  For being such a fierce and gruff man, Listas was gentle with both Laun and Beau, a humor in him coming out as he helped the young man with his first woman.

Then Laun had a fleeting panic.  Beau saw her face and stopped, backing up slightly.  “Ma’am?”

Laun looked him in the eyes and said, “My rules.”

He nodded and was then the instructor for his Commander.  “Her Highness has several rules about...this kind of thing, sir.  No man shall spill his seed in her.  Stop means stop.  And-”  He seemed embarrassed even further by her third rule of the moment.

“Come on boy!  Our woman here already told you what she wants and I am not one to go against what a woman like this wants.  Spit it out.”

Laun was giggling as Beau swallowed and looked Laun in the face as he said, “You want to be asked before anything happens with your ass.”

There was a swat on Laun’s asscheek from Listas and he laughed.  “An ass woman.  Ma’am, I may have to pull rank and take that challenge.”

Laun turned and was facing Listas, a playful tone as she said, “Commander, remember my warrant.  The only person who outranks me in the garrison left this morning.”

Listas pulled her close and kissed her, his manhood strong between them.  “He’s right.  You are a minx.”

Laun felt the nervousness come back to Beau’s touch.  “She’s warranted?  Fuck!  I can’t fraternize with a superior officer!”

Laun reached around behind her and grabbed his manhood, making Beau stand doubly at attention.  “I could order you to fuck me, Lieutenant.  But, I like people to do things they want to do.”

Listas had a flash of a wicked grin as he took charge.  He picked her up and put her on the small bed, one of the extra pillows pushed under her butt to raise it up.  “I know I’ve wanted to do this.”  He looked at the Lieutenant and growled, “Pay attention, boy.  I will watch you.”

Laun did not have time to more than giggle slightly before the man was between her legs, his face deep into her fur.  His fingers did not delay and went into her, his mouth on her button.  Laun lifted herself with her legs and felt the sensations grow as the Commander stroked his fingers in and out of her, teeth and tongue working on the outside of her womanhood.

Listas worked on her for a while until he had to hold her down as he was licking and stroking.  He sat up and watched as Laun writhed around his hand.  He moved his head, stretching his neck.

“It’s been too long or I’m getting old.”  He looked over at the younger man and said, “Time for you to take point, Blue.”

Laun watched the fear on the young man’s face as the older man had to push him towards the bed.  Laun felt like the red scarves that were used to teach young men, tutor them for their wives and lovers.  It was not entirely comfortable, but if she wanted to have men around her who knew what to do-

Laun gasped as Beau started to blow on her clit.  The sound of the storm outside made it more intense when he went from blowing cool air across to breathing hotly on her, the pounding of the rain and wind matching the waves of different sensations.  His fingers went up and down the outside and then timidly into her womanhood.  Laun could not see him, but saw a wide grin on the Commander as Laun started to wiggle and press against Beau’s hand.

It did not take him long to get bored with just watching.  Listas knelt by Laun’s head and played with her breasts, gently.  He looked into her eyes and watched how what the two men were making her feel.  Listas stroked Laun’s face and kissed her, the kiss getting strong as her breath became ragged.

She was not getting close, but what the young officer was doing to her felt good, and was enough to make her want much, much more.  She pressed on Listas’ chest and asked, “Which one of you for firsts?”

He smiled and growled, “Since you don’t want us to peak in you, I won’t mind going after the boy.”

Laun smiled, thinking of how Edgar called Fount boy when he was upset or disappointed with her younger husband.  “Just as long as he doesn’t wear me out, first.”

Laun’s wink made Listas kiss her and then go down to her breasts.  His mouth took in a nipple, flicking the ring around and making Laun moan.

“Blue, ready for your first mount?”

Laun slapped Listas on the shoulder and said, “I am not a horse!”

“But you are going to be ridden, Laun.”  Listas laughed as she slapped his lightly hairy shoulder again.

Beau was wiping his face and looking a little lost.  “I’ve seen some of the other men when they have brought their doxies into the barracks, sir.  They usually take them against the wall.”

The Commander squinted a little and then shook his head. “That is a matter to be discussed later.  This is a perfectly good position, though the Lady may have a preference?”

Laun shook her head.  “I like seeing who is in me.  Though there are advantages to other positions, too.”

Listas laughed again.  “I hope we can get to that tonight.  Now, with the pillow there-”

The Commander instructed the Lieutenant to kneel between Laun’s legs on the small bed.  He told him to find a comfortable place to put his hands alongside Laun, not on her.  To kiss her, damnit, and to pay attention to how she reacted.

“I hope you are ready because if you don’t enter her now, I’m taking your place.”

Beau looked up at his Commander for a moment and then back to Laun.  He was between her legs, her knees up slightly and his hand stroking where his manhood was going to go.  His other hand was holding tight to himself, as if his manhood was going to walk off and leave him.  He pointed his cock at her womanhood and pressed forward.

The sound that came out of him as he entered her and just held himself in her was akin to the sobbing of someone in grief.  He held himself above her, his eyes wanting to close to just feel what was happening to him.  Laun wanted to move, but she knew that look, that tension in his body.  If Laun moved at all, he would touch off, and he may not be able to control himself in time to pull out.

The Commander saw it too.  He held back, stroking his own cock as he watched the younger man’s control.  He found he was counting and when he got to the count of thirty, he saw the boy start to pull out, slowly.  There was trembling in his arms, a sweat that was building on his forehead that said that he wanted to go faster, to not control his urges.  Listas smiled seeing the way his Lieutenant was keeping control over his mind and body.

Laun could not stand being so still any longer.  She moved her legs to around his and pulled him back into her.  She felt how tense he was, the way his arms were trembling and whispered up to him, “Remember to breathe, Beau.  On each stroke, breathe.”

He gripped the sides of the bed, the sensations of the Princess, his superior officer, around him the most wonderful and frightening thing he had ever done.  He did not want to disappoint her, and having his Commander right there, waiting, watching, made it more difficult for him to keep from just letting the tightening of his sac take him over.  He felt that he could shoot his seed at any moment, any movement could be the one to set him off.

He did as he was told and breathed as he pulled out again.  It was not a stroke, it was slow and careful.  Laun knew that if he pushed into her again, he was done.

“Stop.”

He was even more still than before.  “Ma’am?  Did I-”

Laun moved and he was out of her.  “I want to taste you, Beau.  Sit back.”

Laun knew that the Commander would see the opportunity as Laun went to her knees and took the Lieutenants slick member into her mouth.  Her ass was in the air and soon she had the older man’s manhood up to the hilt inside her womanhood.

There was a rhythm between Laun and Listas that let her lick and suck on the young cock in her mouth without having too much of a jostle to her.  The Commander was watching his Princess as he enjoyed her, watched how she moved and was keeping the young man going without letting him peak.

Beau’s head went back against the wall and his eyes were closed.  A hand went to Laun’s head and she felt one of his barriers crumble as his hand grasped her hair.  He knew what he wanted and he was close enough to peaking that he did not care as much what he thought was expected of him, mostly from himself.  Laun felt the pressures, the directions he was giving her and it was not long before there was a grunt from the young man.  She saw his other hand grasp the bedding and he swore under his breath.

The hand on her head gripped and held her as far onto his shaft as she could get.  She had not breathed before being forced down on him, but Laun tried to hold what she had until she felt the pulse through her tongue.  She pulled back and had a mouthful of his cock and seed, the hand on the back of her head trying to push her back down.

Listas pulled out and watched.  He saw how the young officer had changed as he had gotten close, and how Laun had been able to keep going.  He saw when the slight shock and shame of what he had just done went over Beau’s face, Laun swallowing and clearing her mouth before rising up on her knees to look into the Lieutenant’s eyes.

“I hope I did not disappoint you, Beau.”

His breath was fast and he had trouble speaking, but Beau was able to get out, “Ma’am, not at all!”

Listas nodded to himself as he watched the young man take Laun’s face and kiss her, tasting himself on her and not seeming to care.  He showed his appreciation by putting his arms around her, making her present her breasts to him and nuzzling between them, a mouth going around one nipple and suckling around the gold ring.

Her head went back, the sensation different than before the rings.  She gasped and Laun knew some of why Liam had forced those into her.  They had changed things and she was glad of it.

“Time to share, boy.”  Laun found another hand on her shoulder and then a hand on her ass.  Listas ran his fingers down and into her, her slickness making it easy for him to get more fingers into her womanhood as he worked in and out of her.

Beau’s eyes told Laun that he did not want to let go.  She put her fingers along his cheek and traced across to his lips.  “One thing about being young, I’m sure you will be up for more action before he is done.”

There was a growl and Listas said, “I heard that, Highness.”

Laun moved and stepped from the bed, the Commander’s arms going around her, holding her tight as he kissed her.  His mouth went to her shoulder and she found that she was being pushed to the wall.  He had hands on her ass, lifting her as she was against the cold plaster of the wall.  Her legs went around him for support and she found he was in her and thrusting with little effort.

He growled as he was in her, Laun’s arms and legs hanging onto him.  She could not move, but did not want to.  He was stronger than he had looked and he lasted far longer than she thought he would.  He breathed words into her shoulder more than spoke them, the heat of his breath making her thrill as she felt the building shake from the storm.

“...such a magnificent... fuck you are... the best I’ve had... in years...”

She felt something inside her twitch more and more with the words of appreciation, the rough lover’s talk.  His hands under her thighs pulled her up along the wall as he moved in her, his fingers spreading her for him even further.  The Commander wanted to be with her, did not have to be with her and was fucking her with all his strength and stamina he had.  She felt the moans before they came out, her fingers pressing into him as she pulled on his shoulders.

His breathing was starting to get heavy.  The strokes were deep and she felt his legs start to shake.  He had to change positions, and soon.

“Sit on the bed.  Let me take over,” she whispered into his neck.

He stopped stroking and nodded as he tried to catch his breath.  Her legs were not as strong as she had thought as she stood against the wall after he let her have some room.  He went to the bed and sat, only a little space between he and Beau.

Laun walked to the Commander, when she could push herself from the wall and not feel that she was going to hit the floor, and straddled him.  His manhood went into her easily and she started to move on him.  His hands went to her breasts, his mouth to hers as she wiggled and used the dancer’s training to create motions around his cock.  His growl was deeper and Laun could feel as well as hear that he was not going to last too much longer.

He stopped her, a hand on her shoulder and an arm around her waist.  “What about you, Laun?  I’m sure you haven’t peaked, yet,” he panted out.

Laun shook her head.  “It takes more to let me peak.  Don’t be concerned about me.”

“What sort of an example am I if I did not show the boy that women need to come, too?  What does it take?”

Laun hesitated before saying, “I need to block out everything else.  Silence my mind, and that does not happen easily.”

He kissed her and started to help her move on him again.  He was making it a slow movement, his arms holding her to his chest as she moved on his shaft.  He looked into her eyes and tried to hold himself back as she moved on him.

There was a growl and he closed his eyes.  “Laun, if you would move-”  She lifted her leg and started to get off of his lap, his hand going to himself and stroking as soon as he slid out of her.  His shoulders and head slapped the wall, a pained sound came out and only a few strokes on his manhood brought several thick streams of his seed streaking his stomach.

Laun was on the very end of the bed, watching as the Commander relaxed and caught his breath.  She put her hand on his cheek and he smiled.  There was little of the gruffness in him as he put his hand on her waist, stroking up her side with his fingertips.

Something hit the wall on the outside.  It made Laun jump and the men look.  “No use in trying to see what it is now, Laun.  We wouldn’t be able to close the door.”

“How long do these storms last?”  Laun reached for her own torn tunic and offered it to Listas.

The Commander wiped himself and looked at the cloth.  “Usually not more than a day.  I have been witness to a three day storm about five years ago.  That one took almost a month of clean-up and repairs to get the compound right again.”  He lifted the tunic to his face, smelling a dry part deeply.  “Highness, this is your only tunic.”

Laun shrugged.  “I don’t like clothing anyway.  It’ll wash.”

The Lieutenant looked at the tunic and said, “Ma’am, I can requisition you some clothing from the stores if you need some.  I think I know your size.”  His eyes were clear and all business, though his manhood was starting to regain some of it’s youthful vigor.

There was a small smile from her.  Laun took the soiled and torn tunic from Listas and tossed it to the floor near the door.  She stood and sat on the armless chair at the little desk that had become her vanity.  She started to untie her thong at the end of her braid and brush her hair as she looked at the men.  Her hair draped down her front, covering one breast as she took long strokes with the brush, straightening the hair that had become untidy in it’s braid.

Listas’ smile grew.  He crossed his arms on his chest and watched the brush go through Laun’s hair.  Beau seemed fascinated by how the hair hid and yet revealed while Laun was doing such a simple ritual.

Laun saw the younger man slide forward on the bed, still watching her.  He came off the bed and knelt on one knee, reaching to touch Laun.  He stopped and glanced to Listas.

There was a chuckle from the older man.  “Use your words, boy.  Tell her what you see, what you are feeling.  Women want to know how beautiful they are, even if they already know.”  His voice changed, deepened a little as he looked from his aide to Laun.  “Tell her how her hair glistens in the lamplight.  Tell her how you want to feel the softness of her breast.  You know how she feels, how you felt inside of her.  Tell her how she excites you knowing she is just sitting here...”

Laun continued to brush her hair as Beau turned back to her and watched the brush and her hands and her hair.  His hand went to her knee, not to open her legs, but to touch, to lightly caress.  “Your...  Your dark hair on your light skin as you brush your hair... It is beautiful to watch and I can sometimes see your gold ring through your hair but sometimes not.”  He moved slightly closer and his hand went up the outside of her thigh, still stroking lightly on her skin.  “It makes me look for it when I can’t see it. I-I want to know more about your body.  About what you have done and what you went through and I want to kiss every scar and lick where you aren’t.”

Laun had stopped brushing her hair.  Her head went to the side and she watched Beau as his courage and lust grew.  He came closer, both knees on the floor, both hands on her legs.  He was looking in her eyes, not glancing down or talking to other parts of her body, even as he was talking about them.

“L-Laun, I want to lay with you and hold you and play with you.  I want to feel you around me and hold you as I fuck you.”  He seemed shocked at himself.  He moved closer, his hands on Laun’s hips, his stomach touching her knees.  “No.  Not fuck you.  You are my first, and I don’t want to remember it as just a fuck.  I will not try to claim you, I cannot claim you.  But, I want to make love to you.  To have it mean something to both of us.  Laun...”  He was close to her, his hands on her hips and his body pressed between her legs.  “May I make love to you?”

Laun nodded and before she could say anything, his lips were on hers, his arms around her.  His manhood was ready, the hot band of it pressed into her thigh.  Laun heard the brush hit the wood of the floor, but could not turn to look for it, even if she wanted to.  His mouth had moved to her neck and was kissing her skin through the veil of her own hair.  His hands were pulling her off of the chair towards him, an insistence that was of the moment, a need to be close and in her.

He raised up and brought her with him.  She was not sure of the slightly unstable way he half-stood, but he was strong enough to try.  His manhood almost entered her as he sat partially on the armless chair, her legs going around his back.  Her back was pressed into the back of the chair as her butt was above the seat, his legs holding hers up.  He reached between them and moved himself, but not to enter her.

Beau’s need was to kiss and stroke and taste the woman in his arms.  His hand went into her loose hair and pulled her head back so he could get to more of her neck.  His hands stroked up and down her sides, a hand going to the breast with the flowered scar.  He kissed her on her shoulder, licking and lightly biting until he found thick scar tissue under his lips.  He backed off a little and looked at the shoulder scar, a hand going to it, touching it before he started to kiss it, sucking on it and stroking down her back.

The insistence, the strong need of the man embracing her thrilled Laun.  He was just doing as he said, and it felt wonderful.  She opened her eyes and saw that Listas was watching, stroking himself as the younger man moved his hand again between them, but to touch her womanhood, to try to find the nub buried in the fur.

Laun’s back arched and almost pushed them off the chair.  She was enflamed, sensitive and had not realized how much.  The shock that had gone through her had shot up and down, even her toes were tingling.  His hand not on her button was grasping the back of the chair, pulling them back on the tenuous perch.  Laun’s arms went around him and she buried her face into his neck.  It felt good and his fingers were not as timid, flicking her and rolling her and making moans come out of her.

Laun felt him move under her again, lifting her up and he was in her.  He pressed her into the back of the chair, his legs straddling the chair as hers straddled him.  He had to move his hand from her crotch, putting it on her shoulder to support and press her down onto him.

The storm outside the barracks was loud and Laun was glad of it for she had found her voice.  She moaned and growled and whined as Beau moved in and out of her.  She felt the power of the storm around them, the strength of the man around and in her.  She panted and found she was close but there was something that was not letting her go over the edge.  He kept thrusting and holding her and keeping her on the precipice between agony and ecstasy.

His own voice started to rise as the thrusts sped up.  He sobbed and then panted hard, his mouth open and almost touching her shoulder as he was trying to control himself.  “Shit!  Ma’am, I... I can’t-”  He grunted and tried to lift her off of him as the first wave of his orgasm went through him.

A part of Laun’s mind wanted the feeling of the wetness, the slickness of the man’s seed within her.  Her strong sense of self preservation took over and she used what strength she had left in her legs to lift herself off of him as the Lieutenant grunted and held his breath between the waves of his peak.

She sat back down and into a pool of his fluids, his heavy breathing into her shoulder and the strong arm around her telling of the contentment he had.  He started to kiss her skin again, Beau’s breath coming out raggedly and hot.  He tried to lean back a little and Laun felt him waver, the chair suddenly not big enough for them.

They landed on the floor, the chair tipping and spilling not just them from it.  Laun was starting to become frustrated and her ass was wet and cold.  She kissed the Lieutenant, breathing with him for a moment before she tried to stand.  Her legs were weakened, but she made it, going to the already used tunic on the floor.  She wiped herself, feeling where she had missed the trail going down the back of her leg, but wanting to get the young man off the floor and cleaned up some.

Laun had not forgotten about Listas, but was surprised as he was before her, taking the sodden tunic from her hand and tossing it generally at the younger man’s crotch.  He held Laun and kissed her, the fierceness back in him.  He held her, almost tripping over the man on the floor as he pulled her with him back to the bed.

He had pulled the linen from around a pillow and used it to wipe more of Beau from her before pushing her back and tasting her.  There was still some of the other man clinging to her, but he was after the nectar that was all Laun.  His tongue went deep, his fingers deeper.  He lifted her up with his hands under her lower back to bring her to a more comfortable angle for him to sup on her inner womanhood after he found the fluid he wanted.

Laun’s hand was on his head as her butt was in the air.  Her shoulders were against the end of the small bed, the wooden frame enough of a ridge to keep her from sliding into the small space beyond.  He was hungry for her and her flash of disappointment was gone as the rush to the edge of her peak washed through her.  Listas knew how to get her body to respond, but again, it was just on the edge, not going over.

She was moved and he was above her.  His hands were on the edge of the bedframe, his mouth between her breasts as he moved up her body.  He knew how to enter her without using his hand and he was teasing her.  He brushed the entrance to her and pulled back, kissing back down her chest again.  His mouth found the underside of a breast, the often ignored skin kissed and bitten as he moved back up her and pressed on her without going in, again.

The third time he did it, Laun growled out, “Fuck me!”

Listas smiled and said, “Yes, Ma’am,” before pounding his cock in and getting almost a scream from her.  He went deep and held there, Laun moving and wiggling and trying to make him move.  He started thrusting into her, and her fingernails dug into his arms as she held onto him.

At the edge.  The fine edge.  The waves of pleasure that he was forcing through her pushed that edge.  Knowing that he was there just for her made the edge sharper.  The agony of the needed release being just on the other side of that fine line of sensation made it seem unobtainable.

Listas growled as Laun bucked into him.  “What are your orders, Ma’am?” came from him and Laun felt the edge crumble.

She took a breath in and growled out, “Hold on...”

She did not know if the crashing sounds were the pounding of her head and heart or from the storm outside.  The waves that went through her tore at her, moved things, realigned things within her.  She had problems getting enough air and she found she was silently screaming, all of her breath gone.  It was as intense of an orgasm as she had ever had, dancing on the edge of graying out as the pulses went through her.  She was shaking and her hips were still moving as Listas started to move again.

He was slow and gentle, seeing the ripples left from her peak spreading through her as he moved within her.  He felt the sting from where she had been gripping his arms, her hands now limp on the bedding next to her head.  She gasped when he was almost out of her, her back arching when he stroked back in.  He had wanted to make her come and had almost not been able to hold off his own as she had become a force of nature beneath him.  Now he wanted to make it last as long as he could.

Laun smiled up at Listas.  Her breathing was back to almost normal, but every touch, every slide of skin on skin was bringing her back up to the edge again.  Her back both hurt and was relaxed from the tension that was just released, but she wanted more.  Listas did not know how soon she could recover, and even with the purr she felt, the contentment within her, she wanted more.

His strokes were smooth and long.  Laun arched her back and closed her eyes, a sigh escaping.  She lifted herself a little with her legs, testing her body before wrapping her legs around him, bringing him deep within her.

He stopped and looked at the smile, the glint in her eye when she looked back up at him.  He had a shock go through him as he saw that she was going to make him ride until she was completely satisfied, and she was not there, yet.

“Oh shit, Laun...  I’m not as young as I was.  You know I am going to wear out.”  He felt her tense and move her hips, making him try to thrust even deeper into her.  Listas gasped out, “You are going to wear me out.”

Her lips were wetted by her tongue and she rumbled, “We’ll have to see who gets there first.”

He dropped onto her, curling around her and pulling her shoulders down with his hands.  Her legs were around him, holding him, not letting him stop.  They moved against and with each other.  Laun was within moments of going back over the edge, her companion there, too.

Growls and gasps filled the air above the wind and rain from outside.  Laun did not scream this time, but it was unmistakable when she went over her peak.  Listas held still as she moved under and on him and then he could not hold himself back any longer.  He stroked deep in her and then pulled out, thrusting again, but along her slit and spilled his seed into her fur.

The bed was far too small for them side by side.  Listas was crouched over Laun, his head on her shoulder as his knees were holding her butt up off the bedding.  They were both slick with sweat, their bellies sliding against each other with the Commander’s juices as the lubrication.  They breathed into each other’s skin, Listas trembling with the effort not to put too much weight on the woman below him.

There was a scratch on the door and Gem did not wait to hear a call to enter.  She saw the young officer propped up against the desk, still sitting on the floor.  The Commander was panting on top of her Mistress, the sheen of sweat glowing in the lamplight.  Laun had a smile on her face as she looked towards her assassin and giggled.

Gem had a bundle of cloths in her arms, and a few extra blankets she had been able to find in the stores closet of the barracks.  The walls were not as thick as they seemed and Gem and Hazalam had heard, and been encouraged by, the sounds they had heard above the storm.  Their Mistress had continued past when they had finished and Gem knew she would need supplies.

Clean cloths were given to each of them, the blankets draped over the men.  Laun pointed to the chair still on it’s side and Gem wondered why until she saw the drying puddle beneath.  Gem grimaced but cleaned it and set it upright.

The guard was still there and was trying to look in and still seem like he was doing his duty out in the corridor.  He saw the naked forms of his Commander, the Princess and the Lieutenant, none of them seeming to be concerned to be seen.  The servant was efficient in helping her Mistress and was back out in the hall with the soiled things within moments.

The bins for the officer’s laundry were at the end of the hall.  He pointed them out to her and she went off to deal with what was in her arms.  Before she was back, the soldier heard more sounds from the Princess’ room that was not caused by the storm.  He hung his head and sighed, wondering how long his shift was.

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