the Leathermines

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The tent was up.  Orgia had both the boar and the stag hanging from frames under the canvas.  They were still being processed, but they had been gutted and cleaned and the skin was off the boar, the stag still having the hide carefully carved off.  

Orgia proudly showed how the plan had been executed for the tents.  There was a tent being used as a walkway between the keep doors and the main tent, a series of boards being put down to keep any remaining mud from getting tracked inside.  The main tent had areas already set up, the plants that needed protection having little fences around them for right then.  A heavy, old canvas was under the carcasses, buckets under the heads to catch any blood.  Lanterns were being hung from the posts holding the roof up and several braziers were being set up.

Several smaller tents had been set up on the far end that linked into the larger tent.  One had some of the practice equipment in it, one had a few tables and chairs stacked in it.  The area was large enough that a full practice could be held, or a small feast.  Orgia was beaming when she walked over to the wall that backed up to the laundry and pulled back the canvas.

“I was able to get them to hook it directly to the wall.  Much more stable, and we can open the windows to pass things back and forth, and for some heat in the winter.”  Letting the canvas down, Orgia looked around and Laun could see some of the potentials Orgia now saw.

“Thank you.”  Laun tried to not look too ashamed.  “I am sorry that I forced your hand on this.”

Orgia looked mock-offended.  “Damned right you should be.”  A large smile went over her face, the laugh wrinkles showing her true feelings.  “And never apologize for being in charge, Laun.  You are doing well.”

Before Laun could say anything, Orgia changed her look again and said, “And you, young Lady, need to go and get fed.  Go!  Time for dinner!”  Orgia pointed and Laun could not but go back inside.

Dinner was waiting for Laun as she went through the kitchens.  There were servants lined up that followed Laun into the Great Hall.  There were many birds that had been cooked for that night.  It was enough that every table had a different bird on a platter, not just a platter to be passed from table to table.  Laun found a seat and a tankard of ale was in her hand.  There was already a goose being set on the table, but there was a smaller bird wrapped in cooking linen being set before her.  The small wooden trencher it was on was lined with sliced lemons and a slice of dark bread.

There were a few looks and one of the people who had been on the hunt said, “We didn’t get something that small, did we?”

Laun smiled and said, “I had a...taste for something tonight and Orgia let me have my whim.”  She thought her voice sounded a little too forced, a little too sweet, but he smiled and raised his tankard to her.

Laun had her own squab before her.  The last one had been mixed in with the stew for the night.  This one was stuffed with grains and dried fruits and had been boiled in the stock pot.  She knew it was one of the enemy’s messengers for a single black feather was on the end of the cord that held the linen together.  The bird was so tender that she hardly had to touch it as the meat fell off the bone.

Dreng came into the Great Hall and cheers went up.  He motioned his nobles to sit, Dougal standing at his back and waiting.  Before he sat, he stood on one of the benches and said, “We eat well tonight!”  There was another cheer and tankards went up in celebration.  “It was one of the best hunts I have ever been on.  Bird, Beast and Boar!”  The cheer was deafening.

He raised his hand and motioned to Laun.  “I thank our Lady and my Granddaughter for allowing an old man his passions.”  Her name was said as a cheer and she held up her own hand and waved before the noise could overwhelm her.

“And!” Dreng continued, “It looks like the weather may still be clear for tomorrow.  I hope that the quail hunt goes well.  I have volunteered to be one of the hunted.”

Laughter came out of the cheer.  Laun looked around and saw just merriment.  She had been able to plan this part in the days before as the hunt had to be delayed to make some of the preparations.  She did not see anyone from her vantage point who seemed to be off with their reaction.  She hoped that the plan, once in motion the next day, would bring out the real quarry.

King Dreng got off the bench and sat, a bird leg in one hand and a tankard of ale in the other.  Laun could hear the stories from the hunt around her, people claiming to have brought down the same bird several times over.  The men around her were trying to impress her with their hunting skills, and she tried to look wide-eyed and accepting of the boasts.  She knew her eyebrow went up at one boast when the man between her and the one talking punched him in the arm.

“Ha!  Thought you could get away with that one?  Our Lady saw right through you!”

The man shrugged, holding his hands palm side towards Laun.  “I had gone too far to go back.  Our Lady needs to come with us next time so she knows how good I am.”

The good natured bickering back and forth was loud, but good to hear.  From the back of her mind, Laun saw the relationships around her, the way people looked at each other, the way they touched and talked.  The ones who had only been there a short while were being accepted by the men who had been there the longest, household and nobles alike.  Just like beating each other up, going hunting seemed to be one of the best ways men seemed to bond.

“I will take you up on that offer, but be aware that once I start, I can’t stop.”  Laun saw the different meanings going through the minds of the men around her and the laughter turned, a salacious tone to many.

“I- I didn’t mean-um...”  Laun raised her tankard to the man and winked over the edge as she took a swig.  He was slapped on the back by one man and Laun braced as she felt something coming towards her from the man next to her.

He did not punch or slap, but he did put his arm around her and squose.  It hurt slightly, but it felt like a big-brother type of a hug.  She smiled at him over the tankard and they all continued with the meal before them.

Laun was full and she took her squab and started to make her customary journey through the people in the Great Hall.  She accepted tidbits from others and gave tidbits to some.  She touched shoulders, some people kissed her hand.  She came to Dreng and offered him some of her bird.  He looked at it and was about to say no when he realized what type of bird it was.

“You seem to have gotten a taste for that recently.”  He took a small scrap and popped it into his mouth.  “Mmmm. She can make anything taste good.”

Laun leaned closer and said, “Even treason.  It came in today with another message.  Dated today.”

Dreng took a piece of his own duck and put it into Laun’s mouth.  “Our scribes are cleared?”  She nodded.  He laughed and if she did not know him and the twitch at the corner of his mouth when he was forcing the laugh, she would not have caught the falseness.  “I will have to talk with Geralk and see-”  Bett had been off to the sideboard and was back with two tankards of cider.

Laun had some of the pigeon meat between two fingers and offered it to Bett.  She took it from Laun’s fingers, perhaps lingering a bit long on licking the juices off.  Dreng took the tankards from Betts’ hands and put them on the table before dragging her onto his lap, saying, “You already have me!  Don’t you dare-”

Laughter and a few hisses erupted from around them as Bett kissed Dreng to shut him up.  It started as a lark, but there was passion and it took a while for him to be able to pull back to breathe.  Laun took the opportunity to get away and back into the crowd.

Songs had started up, a few musicians joining in, telling Laun that it had changed from dinner to revel.  Several of the women were trying to be subtle and leave, the appetites and stomachs changing their needs.  Laun saw how off several of them were and realized those were some of the ones who were pregnant.  She had not been told who was and who was not, but from how they were reacting, she could guess.

Laun was in her own type of unease.  The events of the day were making every part of her body yell at her.  She tried to stay in the Great Hall, clapping along with some of the songs and smiling as she could.  It was too much for her and she started out of the Great Hall, trying to be quiet and subtle.

It was hard to be subtle as different people would stand and follow as she went past.  She stopped at the doorway and assessed who had been at her back.

She placed a hand on each of their cheeks in turn.  Fount and Edgar, she wanted them with her, always.  Kelli, she was still mourning Ben and seemed to want the comfort.  Gismar, he had been in the bed before and was enthusiastic, though she had not taken the guards off him...  But Silar had not been in her bed before and she remembered the ease in which he had taken Venn down with those brown arms, but still was gentle as he kissed her hand.  Thyess, one of the kitchen maids had also not been in her bed, but had often given Laun and Fount little looks that could not be missed.  And Ali.

She accepted and nodded to each of them before leading them out the door.

Not everyone knew that the Lady’s chambers had changed.  Laun was amused, and then thought seriously as they paused at the sleeping chamber door.  She scratched on it and went in.  Pillar was kneeling on the foot of the bedding, checking one of the patients and Lucaris was in the chair, asleep.  Pillar looked over his shoulder and made three positive motions, all with smiles, too.  Laun nodded back and went out.

It made her think of one thing that the room in the tower did not have.  She turned to Ali and before she had started talking, it looked like she knew what Laun was about to say.  “We need a wash basin and water upstairs.”  Ali nodded and ran off.

Laun smiled after her boy and took an offered arm as they slowly continued to the tower room.  They paused at the bottom of the stairs as Ali led a group of staff down the hall and up the stairs.  Laun put a few sticks into the fire as they waited, stoking it so the floor above them would be warm.

The group made it up and into the room. The protector team turned and stayed on the outside of the room.  Lanterns and candles were being lit, the basin and water set on the table in the corner.  Ali was directing the staff and when things were set, made it clear they were to leave.  Ali stood next to the wall near the table and waited, her eyes on the floor.

Laun was not quite prepared for the first night in this room.  It was not the sleeping chamber downstairs, though most of the time it did not seem to be used for sleeping.  This was now a more open room with more uses.  Laun sat at the table and watched as the others looked around.

Almost all of them were drawn to the armor tree.  The display glowed in the candlelight, the red of the velvet dominating the space.  Kelli went and stroked the velvet, Edgar looking at the weapons hanging under and around the dress.  Silar picked up one of the practice swords leaning on the wall behind the dress, doing a few close moves to check the balance.  Thyess stood back from the arming tree, but leaned forward to see the gash in the chestpiece, Fount having to catch her as she unbalanced.  Gismar looked briefly at the display and then went to Laun’s side, kneeling.

“What is your wish tonight, Lady?”  His voice was low and steady, a depth Laun had not caught before.

  She held her left hand out, wishing there was some other way to give her little honors, but liking very much how Gismar breathed on her knuckles as he hovered over them, slowly kissing each one until he had unrolled her hand over his and he was kissing her fingernails.  Her focus was on him, the gentle way he turned her hand over, supporting it in his own.  He kissed up each finger and then across her palm.  He lifted the sleeve of the tunic and stopped, looking up with alarm in his eye.

Laun slowly blinked and shook her head.  He nodded and carefully kissed along the redness that was on her wrist, lingering over her pulse spot.  He turned her hand over again and continued to kiss, encircling her wound.  His hand went below her arm, into her tunic sleeve and supported her elbow.  His other hand pushed the sleeve up and he continued to kiss up her arm.

Laun watched as he went up her arm, the sensations when he turned her arm over to get to the crook of her elbow suddenly intense.  Her eyes closed and her head tipped forward, a shiver going through her.  He lingered in the soft spot of her elbow, wetting it and blowing on it and warming it again.

Through her own sensations, she heard a giggle, she barely opened her eyes and saw Thyess and Fount on the other side of the room kissing where he had ‘saved’ her from falling over.  She glanced past them and saw Kelli against Edgar’s chest, his embrace comforting, his kissing deep.  Silar still held the wooden sword, but he seemed mesmerized by the two couples as he leaned against the wall.  Laun tilted her head and saw Ali at her side, eyes on what Gismar was doing.

Laun gasped and was back in her own sensations as a tongue went down her forearm and Gismar bit lightly around the thong wound.  She pushed down the flash of darkness that went through her mind.  It felt too good to do that twice in one day.  But she knew it was there.  She opened her eyes and put her right hand on Gismar’s cheek.

He stopped and looked up at her.  She said, “To answer you, more of that.”  She smiled and he turned his face into her palm, kissing it gently.

“Then, My Lady, may I wash you?”

Ali helped to undress Laun and made sure that Gismar knew of the pained shoulder.  Laun refused to put her arm in a sling but had been trying to keep weight off of it.  Ali supported Laun as Gismar’s hands took just a little oil and spread it over the angry area.  His strokes were light, and it showed that Laun was still very much in pain as her threshold was met and passed by just the lightest of touches.

A few light strokes of a wetted cloth over Laun’s body and Gismar started to undo his own clothing.  Ali helped with belts and boots, laying his items on the rug below the window.  He was down to his breeches and, as they went to the floor, his manhood caught on them.  He was mostly erect and Ali was on the floor in front of him, taking the breeches from around his feet.

Laun was seated again, watching as Gismar was revealed.  Ali looked over her shoulder at her Lady, an odd look to her eye.  

“If you want to, but wash first.”

Gismar was confused for a moment at the exchange, but was distracted by the cold cloth being stroked down his shaft and then on his sac.  The cloth was drawn across the bottom of his belly, the heavy brown hair springing back from the stroke.  The cloth went again between his legs, down the inside of his thighs, making him spread his feet just a little for balance.  The cloth was refolded and Ali held the scribe’s manhood in one hand and pulled the draped cloth down the shaft with the other, pulling the foreskin back.

His eyebrows were together in both confusion and concentration.  He had his hands on his hips and his knees were slightly bent.  Ali carefully wiped the head and base off, the cloth falling to the floor as her lips went around him.

A breathy, “Aaahhhgh,” came out of Gismar.  He had been mostly erect, but with Ali’s lips around his shaft, he was very up and ready.  One hand went to Ali’s head, gripping the short hair there.  It looked like he wanted to push her further, but stopped and flexed his fingers, releasing her.

Laun watched as her boy took Gismar into her mouth.  There were wet sounds and Laun could see the tip of her tongue slide out over her lip.  Ali pulled back, looking at Laun.  Gismar looked down at Ali and could not say anything as his breath had become ragged.  Laun put her own fingers in Ali’s hair and pulled her close, Ali’s mouth smelling of Gismar.  Laun kissed Ali, deeply and for a long time, Ali kneeling between her legs.  

Laun felt a finger brush past her thigh and then Ali’s hand was touching, trying to keep balance, and perhaps follow Laun’s thigh into the center Ali wanted.  She smiled in the kiss and Ali pulled back, a slightly scared look on her face.  “I think you have started something.”  Laun looked up and Silar was there.

Silar had a slightly haughty look about him, his arms across his chest and a lopsided smile.  His almond shaped eyes were looking down at Ali.  Silar unbuckled his belt and put it on the floor next to the wall and motioned to the stablehand.

Ali stood and started to undress Silar, the tunic going over his head first.  Laun remembered the chest from the wrestling, the arms having been touted as one of his best features.  Ali took a clean cloth and wetted it from the basin.  Silar’s dark nipples went hard when the cloth was pulled across his chest.  She watched Ali as she went onto her knees in front of him, the cloth leaving a wet trail on his tight stomach.

The look on Silar’s face as Ali brushed down the inside of his leg to put the cloth down was exquisite to Laun.  The top was unbuckled and the buttons holding the breeches together were undone, possibly a little slowly as Ali seemed to be teasing Silar a bit.  The breeches were partially down around his hips and he leaned over to look down.

“Boots?”  Ali reached for Silar’s foot and Laun found Gismar’s hand out for her.

Laun stood and tried to go around Ali who was still mostly between her legs.  She had to tap her stablehand on the head and made Ali and Silar move.  Silar took the opportunity to lean against the wall, making it easier for his boots to come off.  The breeches were down almost as soon as the boots were off.  Silar was wearing a loincloth underneath, his hand going to the tie at his hip.

Before Laun was settled on the edge of the bed, Silar was naked, except for an extra thong he seemed to have around his waist.  Laun was intrigued with what she saw.  Gismar was also sitting but looking at Silar as he showed Ali how to untie the thong.  There was a ring through his cut and pierced manhood.  Going from under the head and through, the ring was being used to keep it up and to the side, having been covered by the loincloth.

Once the thong had been untied, Silar leaned back against the stone and let Ali clean him.  He was gentle with placing Ali’s hand to let the stablehand know that it was all right to touch.  Ali carefully washed around the piercing and then tried to take the head, ring and all, into her mouth.  Laun was impressed as Silar’s head went back against the wall and his rapidly growing manhood was disappearing into Ali’s mouth.

Gismar had to tear his own eyes away from what Ali was doing and stammered out, “Wh-what were we doing?”  He smiled and Laun giggled.

Laun had not been on the bed before.  She remembered playing Hide and sometimes using under the bed, but she had never been in the bed before.  It was bigger than it looked when just standing in the room.  She laid down with her knees bent over the edge and stretched, not touching the other side of the mattress.  Her right shoulder twinged and she pulled her arm down but left the other one up.

Gismar took advantage and had his hands on Launs’ breasts, playing with the nipples and lightly licking on one.  She tried to keep her eyes open and watched as his head of slightly blonde, slightly brown curls shook as he flicked his tongue over her skin.  He was being very gentle and Laun really liked the way he obviously was restraining himself.

There was a bit of a gasp from Silar and he said, “Leave some for our Lady.”  Laun could not see what was going on, but she smiled at the thought of Ali having to be dragged off of who she was going down on.

“Oh, can I be next?” came from Thyess.  Laun looked above her and saw Fount’s hand caught on the apron string on the back of Thyess’ skirts.  They walked past and Laun held out a hand to Fount as he passed by.  They brushed fingertips and she was happy.

She looked up again and saw Edgar just holding Kelli.  They were still standing, her head on his chest, his arms around her.  Kelli’s eyes were closed and it looked like Edgar was saying something to her as they slowly rocked back and forth.  It made Laun warm inside to see the comfort that Kelli was getting in the arms of Edgar.

Laun felt a hand on her thigh. She looked down and Silar was there, standing next to her on the lower mat.  He was tracing some of the scars that were there, his dark hand on her lighter skin, lingering on the ones that had been made by the arming harness.  Most of those had started to fade, but he could see them and seemed to be taking special note of the lines.

“They go all the way up.”

He seemed slightly startled at Laun’s voice.  “I am sorry, Lady.  I had not realized the extent of your wounds before now.”

“I am healing.”  Laun sucked in her breath and almost closed her eyes as Gismar blew across her nipple after having wetted it thoroughly with his tongue.  “That has definitely healed.”

Silar knelt and was out of Laun’s line of sight, but she felt his hands as he traced some of the lines down her leg and then up the other.  She felt his breath on her skin as he knelt between her legs and gently started to nuzzle her knees apart.

There was another giggle from Thyess and then a gasp.  Gismar looked over and Laun saw a smile and a small shake of his head.  He turned back to Laun and whispered, “Fount is holding Thyess up because Ali just made her legs weak.”

Laun just nodded and smiled.  He went back to sucking on her nipples and let his hand make small circles on her belly.  It sometimes tickled, sometimes started a thrill, but it was always light and tender.  She tried to bring her arm down so that she could touch him in return, but he stopped and shook his head before continuing with his tongue work.

Laun could see the top of Silar’s head as he was working his way up the inside of her thighs.  He was also being tender, but the little bites he was giving her every once in a while was starting to make some things tense inside.

Silar stood and looked at Laun.  “Lady, may I move you?”  Laun looked over at Gismar who gave one last lick before rolling slightly away.  She nodded and Silar’s hands were under her hips, lifting her butt off the bedding and then pulling her towards him.

Gismar repositioned himself and was now kissing Laun from a slightly odd angle.    His body and head was pointed at the foot of the bed as she was laying almost against it.  They kissed and she had little warning as Silar’s mouth and fingers had gone from gentle strokes and kisses to full-on sucking and probing.  She took in Gismar’s breath as her own and her back arched.

Laun was overwhelmed by sensations.  Gismar was now trying to take as much of her breast into his mouth as possible while Silar was manipulating her down below.  And then there was another person, a head was next to her and on her other breast.

Her eyes opened and Laun saw Thyess’ breasts next to her.  She could not move her arm up, but she could barely reach a pink nipple with her tongue.  She licked and then blew on it, getting a giggle into her own breast in response.

The gentleness of the people playing with her breasts was in great contrast with the aggression that Silar was going at her crotch.  Laun was not sure if he was using fingers or tongue or his whole hands, but the sensations were becoming intense.  She was not sure she wanted to orgasm as she felt it might take all of the energy she had left.  She moved her hand as far down as she could but she was trapped.

Trapped.  Couldn’t move.  Had to get out.

Laun’s eyes opened and she forced the feelings back in.  She held her breath and concentrated on it as it went slowly out again.  The physical feelings were forced deeper as she deliberately slowed her breathing, making them even more intense.  The mental feelings were dancing on the edge and she felt the panic start up in her again.

“Stop.”  Laun heard her own voice but could not remember trying to speak.  It was soft and Gismar was the only one to hear it.  He looked up from her breast and saw the wide eyes, the flush not of pleasure, and did stop.

“Lady?  Are you well?”  Laun shook her head, now that she wanted to speak, she could not make her voice work.  Gismar touched Thyess on the shoulder and got her attention.  Laun was able to move as they moved and the panic went down, but was still there.  Her hand went to her crotch and covered herself to get Silar’s attention.

“Lady?  Am I not doing well?”

Laun sighed, both in relaxation and to show her appreciation of his skills.  “Oh, you are doing well.  But...  I am feeling.  I am feeling trapped like this.”

Ali was at the foot of the bed.  “Do you need help, Lady?”  Her attitude was of concern, even with someone’s juices running down her chin.

“I think the middle of the bed with a little more space...  Thank you.  I will try to be well.”  Laun smiled and said, “You seem to be taking your duties seriously.”

Ali flushed but also smiled before turning away.

It was awkward getting to the middle of the bed without falling over and into each other.  The bedding was soft and the covers kept moving under them.  Laun felt a little more lighthearted as she laughed at her self and the others in the move.  Her shoulder was hurting, the back muscles having tensed and not relaxed right away.

Gismar knew of the hurt and as Laun was laying down, put pillows to block her right side.  It was the best he could do, except he found he was also part of the block.  He was on her right side, his body up slightly high for him to be able to mouth her breast.  He leaned over and asked, “Will it be too close if I kiss you?”

Laun smiled and said, “Let’s find out.”

He leaned in and kissed her.  She was warm and responded well so he pressed in, their tongues tangling in the kiss.  He kept his eyes open and saw that she was trying to do the same.  There was a flutter as she reacted to something happening in another part of her body.  He felt her take in a breath, some from him, and he had to look to see what was happening.

Silar was what was making Laun distracted from the kiss.  He had placed himself kneeling between her legs, his own legs partially under her bottom and thighs, lifting her up.  It looked like he was going to enter her, but instead, he was rubbing his member up and down her wet slit with little thrusts.  Laun was having little tense tremors go through her every time the metal ring went past her sensitized nub.  

Thyess had put herself so that she could watch closely, her head on Laun’s stomach.  She giggled and then pressed her face into Laun as Fount went between her legs.  Laun felt the voicing of Thyess’ pleasure through her skin making the next ripple of sensation even stronger.  Her own voice started to come out and she became louder, a gasp becoming a whine becoming a growl.  She felt Thyess bite and the next wave was a peaking that Laun had not expected.

Her back arched and she felt Silar enter her, the ring hitting something inside her that made her push off the bed with it’s intensity.  She grabbed the back of Gismer’s head and used the kiss to help block some of the sounds that were coming out, and to share some of the feelings she was having.  She felt Silar holding onto her hips, more to keep her on him than to help him thrust.

Her leg muscles were not as strong as she would like, but they were still strong enough to have her buck on Silar’s manhood as she had wave after wave of intense pleasure mixed with a little pain go through her.  She thought she had gotten to the peak until Silar changed position slightly and did start to thrust into her.  He had only had a small part of himself in her and as he went deeper, he had to hold onto her waist.  She was moving around so much that once he was as deep as he could get, he found it was easier to let her move and let her ride him.

The moans into Gismar’s kiss changed and he felt that Laun was going to pass out.  He backed away from the kiss and her breathing was shallow and fast.  Her eyes were partially closed but were looking right at him.  Another wave went through her and her head went back, a small cry that would have been pain in any other circumstance came out.  Her entire body was tensed, her legs keeping her butt in the air as Silar found he could not move in or out of her.

Silar could not hold any longer and as soon as the intense contraction started to loosen it’s grip on him, he thrust into her, his back bowing so he could reach under Laun’s waist and back.  He lifted her off the bed and held her upright, thrusting into her as his face was between her breasts.  Her arms went around his head, smothering him into her.  She was still not done as every pound up into her forced what her body knew to go further past and into new heights of sensation.

He began to clench his teeth together and the deep growl that could be heard, even through Laun’s flesh, was loud.  Her own head went back and she echoed his own cry as she felt her body finally let go and she felt the warmth, the tightness, the pleasure of her own true orgasm.  She felt his pulse syncopated with her own inside of her.  The wetness of her self mixed with his, leaking out as half-thrusts showed that he was spent.  His uneven breaths from between her breasts, warm and cooling at the same time, made her shiver with pleasure.

The strength in his arms was threatening to give out as his own body started to relax from his peak.  He tried to lay her back down slowly, but slipped and she fell into the bedding.  She had a glow that was not just in the smile of her face but in the way she was still moving her hips and holding one of her breasts.  She wasn’t just adjusting herself on the bed with those hips.  The way she was moving them back and forth, it was a slow rhythm that made it clear that she still wanted more.

He tried to pull back and out, but her movements were enough that his manhood had started to revive already.  “Oh, gods, Lady!  Let me rest first.  Someone should have warned me!”  His voice was still uneven, a note of humor underneath the gasps.  He put his hand down to manually slide out, but he brushed against her and she arched, moving him inside her.

Launs eyes were closed and she was floating on the sensations when the flash of pleasure went through her.  She hissed out, “Yessss,” and thrust.

Silar’s head went back and he had to steady himself with both arms behind him.  His arms were trembling.  He could feel how the motions and how deep he had gone was working against him.  The ring was keeping him inside her, almost like it was caught on something in her.  The pulse of bloodflow back through him told him that if he did not pull out soon, she was going to completely drain him, more than he wanted.

He was able to push himself back upright, but that just pushed him in further again.  He took her legs from around him and pushed them together and up towards her chest.  He heard her gasp and had little time to pull out before her hips started rocking again.  He pulled and watched as his seed mixed with her fluid and a little blood came out with his manhood.

He could see the light contractions that were still going through her, pushing the mingled fluids out and down her ass.  Her wiggle and a slight whimper said more than even the bliss and smile did on her face.

Ali was beside the bed and put a light hand on Silar’s arm.  The stablehand had gone down to just breeches and was motioning to Laun’s wetness.  Silar nodded, still holding Laun’s legs up.  Ali came up on the bed, her head going between Silar and Laun.  There was a glint and a smile as Ali first cleaned Silar off, his body jolting with the sensations of the stablehands’ tongue and lips unexpectedly on him.  Ali turned her head after releasing him and started to diligently clean her Lady.

Ali had wholeheartedly embraced her role that night.  She had cleaned and tasted everyone in the room except for her Lady.  She had been scared at first, not knowing what might be thought of her, but the others were very willing to have her do what she wanted.  Now, Ali was between her Lady’s thighs, cleaning her as she had done before, tasting the sweet and salty and slightly metallic tastes coming from her.  Ali’s own womanhood was wet and tingling and she really wanted to let Laun have her way, but Ali was not ready to have the others see.

Gismar’s hand was on Ali’s head, stroking it and encouraging.  Ali saw that he was ready to be in their Lady and she reached over and held him lightly, pulling the foreskin back.  His hand clenched for a moment in her hair before he could control his reactions.

Laun lifted her right leg and started to roll towards Ali.  Gismar moved down and supported Laun’s leg as he positioned himself behind her.  Ali pressed Gismar’s manhood against their Lady’s still pulsing womanhood and he slid in.

Rolled on her side, her good arm under her head, Laun found she could not move the same as when on her back, but her back did arch, and her head went back over Gismar’s shoulder, covering his face with her hair.  Ali was still between her legs as Gismar was thrusting from behind.  The tongue was so familiar to her now, she knew that Ali had been there many times before when she had not known.

Gismar did not last long as the sensations of Ali’s tongue while he was thrusting in and out of Laun made it feel like Laun went on forever.  He held Laun around her chest, trying not to hurt her shoulder and felt himself go.  His teeth wanted to bite into her shoulder as he peaked, but he just pressed into her, his sounds coming out through his closed teeth.  He stopped moving, the pulsing of his Lady around him enough to finish him off.  He felt himself slide out, but Ali was not letting any opportunity go past as her mouth was around him, sucking the juices from him before delving back between Laun’s legs.

Laun was so far into the ecstasy of sexual release that she only felt the pleasure that was going through her.  She heard the noises being made by others around her, wanted to know how they were being pleasured, but the simple fact that she could not move on her own because of her own release made her content to lay with her boy between her legs, licking and lapping her clean.  It was keeping her excited, her hips moving on their own against the face down there.

Silar and Gismar both moved to the head of the bed and propped themselves on some of the pillows.  They watched as Fount was making Thyess wiggle and giggle as he was face first in her crotch.  Edgar was beside Kelli on one of the lower mats, gently stroking her with a gentle hand and talking to her in low tones as she looked into his face and had tears running from her eyes.  And Laun, still very much in need, but being ministered to by Ali, the dirty blonde head bobbing between her legs.

Gismar looked over at Silar who was still gaining control over his breathing.  The scribe was looking at the man’s manhood, still half-erect and being weighted down with the ring through the head.  Even torpid, it was an amazing size with the ring as a crown on it’s clean head.  He saw where there were lighter scars along the dark shaft, evenly spaced.

Silar saw the look.  “I was once...owned and trained by someone.  She had me pierced for her pleasure.  Though,” he looked over at Laun, “our Lady is much more... responsive than anyone I have been with.”

Gismar nodded.  “She is our Champion in many ways.”  He looked over at the dress that seemed to be blazing in the light and heat of the bodies in the room.  “She was not brought into society the way many of us were.”  He looked at himself and lifted his hands palm up.  “Though not many people in this household seem to have been.”

His hand was on his manhood, looking at the ring and turning it through it’s hole.  “Our Lady is what I had been looking for years ago.  The Mistress I thought I was selling myself to...  Once the mask was down, I saw the evil I had opened myself to.”  He stopped playing with his jewelry and looked at Gismar.  “You are lucky to have been in this household.”

The scribe was not sure if there was anything to really say.  He had been brought up a merchant, forced by his family, his Mother, to become warded and enter the noble society.  The Salam-Dir household had been good to him, but had not been what he had been expecting.  His mother had been telling him tales of nobility since he was a child and almost nothing matched what he had gone through.  And that was before the coup.

“Our Lady has done what she could for us.  Without her, I truly believe that the Kingdom would have fallen completely at the Festival.  Her warning, her lack of self, has shown us-me-that we all must be our best for each other.”  He looked over at Laun again as she was being brought to another, though lesser, peak by Ali.

A quilt was being pulled across the protector, a chill, not modesty behind the action.  “She has so many scars...”  He looked at Gismar in the eye and said, “I am from a different kingdom.  I grew in a clan that held strength and the scars that show the strength of the flesh in high regard.  If she were to be brought into K’atah, stripped of all but herself, she would sit at the right of our leader as one who is very strong and a thing of beauty.”

Their conversation was interrupted as all three women were getting loud, their voices challenging each other and feeding each other as their pleasures peaked.  Fount held onto Thyess’ hips as she squirmed on his face and then climbed on top of her to take her.  Laun had rolled back onto her back and Ali was on her knees, thrusting her hand into her Lady and holding onto one of Laun’s breasts.  Kelli had her arms around Edgar, looking like she wanted more than his hands on and in her, but her head went back and her pleasure was pure at her peak.

Fount did not last long in Thyess.  He thrusted into the maid, but was keeping his eyes on Laun.  His voice was a low growl.  Thyess was no longer in the throes of her orgasm and was whimpering when she realized that he was not actually paying attention to her.  He collapsed on top of her, her legs going around him to try to get him to do more.

Silar looked at Gismar and said, “Looks like she is still in need.  Shall I...?”

Gismar, as politely as a naked man who just had sex could, motioned Silar to the job at hand.  Silar rolled out of the quilt and tapped Fount on the leg.  Fount looked over his shoulder and nodded, moving off the squirming maid as well as her pudgy legs would allow.  She was wet and loose and ready.  Silar did not do any preliminary motions or fondling of the maid before just positioning and ramming himself into her.

Thyess was almost squeaking in time to the thrusts of Silar.  She quickly was up to a peak and bit into her own hand as she felt the intense orgasm wash over her.  The little sounds that came out as the man was still going in and out of her changed as it became too intense and she was flapping around, her hands not making contact with him and her voice not saying to stop.

Gismar saw the distress on her face and put his hand on Silar’s back.  Silar snapped out of the rhythm and looked down.  He swore slightly under his breath and pulled out.  Thyess pulled her legs up and curled around herself, almost looking asleep and content.  Silar pulled himself to the head of the bed again and pulled the quilt back over himself, this time to hide that he was hard and frustrated.

Edgar made a noise and the two men at the head of the bed turned to him.  Kelli was wrapped in a blanket, her eyes closed and a peaceful look over her face.   Edgar made a motion beaconing one of them take his place holding the young woman.  Silar turned to Gismar and he shrugged.

Gismar took Edgar’s place, drawing a blanket over himself as he settled behind the asleep woman.  Edgar moved around the bed to where Ali was, still between Laun’s thighs, though now just lying there, watching and occasionally kissing some skin.  Laun was stroking her boy’s head and had a happy smile, the world being more real to her, a good place to be in.

Ali felt the strong hand on her back and knew it was time to move.  She crawled over Laun’s legs and found herself at Silar, a quilt partially over his very red and wanting phallus.  She did not ask and was head down on him as Edgar was kissing his way up Laun.

Her arms went around his neck, his weight on her welcome.  He easily entered her and carefully made his movements long and slow.  They kissed, his arm going under her shoulder and supporting her head.  He felt her legs move, one wrapping around one of his, one going over his back.  They moved together and they looked into each other’s eyes.

From within, it did not seem long enough as they felt and responded to each other, trying to be slow, be gentle and make it last.  It had been far too long since they had been together and the wanting was for the touch, the love, more than for the action it’s self.

From outside, the harmony of their bodies was evident.  They were slow and loving and connected-that was unmistakeable.  Ali had been able to bring Silar to his second release, her first taste of pure man.  Ali was between Silar’s legs, her head on his leg, watching her Lady and the chosen with her, a tear falling from her eye.  Silar saw the longing and put his hand on the stablehand’s head.  There was a slight sigh and Silar found that Ali relaxed when the boys hair was stroked.  She brought a hand up to support her chin, her eyes never leaving her Lady.

Silar watched Ali as Ali watched her Lady and Edgar.  The two making love were both close, he was trying to last long enough to bring her to another peak before his own.  Her sounds were low, but the little sighs were showing that she was close and that pushed Edgar over the edge.  Still looking into each other’s eyes, he moved his hand from under her head to her waist and sped up his motions.  Both of her legs were up and around his back and her own movements started to get slightly prolonged and jerky.  They kissed until her head went back and she gasped, her eyes closing and her back arching.

Ali’s hand clenched, scratching Silar’s leg.  He could feel the wetness of full tears falling from Ali onto his leg.  There was a sob and Ali’s eyes closed as Edgar came out with a bellow, sounding his release.  As Edgar lay on top of Laun, stroking her hair, Ali was crying as quietly as possible, turning her face into Silar’s leg.

Edgar started to get up and Ali’s eyes were open, Silar feeling the tension starting in the stablehand’s shoulders.  Edgar was off of Laun, sitting on the edge of the bed, still a hand in hers.  Ali reached over and touched Laun’s leg.  Her Lady slowly turned her head and smiled at Ali who relaxed and smiled back.  Silar saw a few motions from Ali and a nod from the Lady and Ali moved to between her legs, lovingly cleaning what was there.

Edgar was up and at the washbasin, cooling himself down with wet cloths.  Fount had fallen asleep around Thyess who was almost asleep and quietly humming a child’s tune to herself.  Laun turned slightly and held her hand to Silar.

He took it and just held it.  She smiled and said, “Thank you for being here.  Not just in this bed with us, but in the household.  I hear you have been teaching many of our protectors some of the moves you demonstrated against Venn.”  She had a wicked twinkle in her eye and half-closed them as a small gasp escaped.  Her other hand went to Ali’s head as she said, “I hope that your...skills tonight are ones you can teach... Though I feel that may be some hard learning.”  She gasped slightly.

Ali was concentrating very hard on bringing her Lady to another peak.  It was working as Laun fully closed her eyes and looked like all the energy she had was about to be used up.  She gripped Silar’s strong hand for something to pull against.  There was a loud gasp as her hips bucked slightly and the tension in her face turned to a smile as her body relaxed.  Launs’ hand was limp but still had enough energy to stroke the top of Ali’s head.  Silar slipped his hand from hers and she did not seem to notice.

The stablehands face was covered with juices, and a smile.  She backed off the bed and started to help Laun up and under covers.  Her Lady was exhausted and happy, a hand on Ali’s cheek briefly reassuring her.  Ali pulled blankets out of a pile left beside the bed and put some over Fount and Thyess.

Edgar came back to the edge of the bed and looked into Laun’s eyes.  She might have been in a world of bliss, but she knew that look.  “Go if you have to.  Do your duties, my Love.  I hope you are with me in the morning, but if you are not, I hope you are well where you sleep.”

He smiled wearily and nodded.  Ali helped Edgar with his clothes and boots.  Ali kept her eyes on either the ground or Edgar’s feet as she helped.  Ali stood back and kept looking at the floor as she straightened things out in the tower room.

Before he left, Edgar backed Ali up against the wall, a hand on the stablehand’s throat and his hand down the front of the breeches.  Silar had slipped down under his quilt, watching mellowly as the room was being put to sleep until this.  His perspective was tinged with shock, but he did not look away.

Edgar was saying something in a low voice, just a slight rumble coming through the room, not what he was saying.  Silar could see Ali’s face change from fright to passion as the head wardsman’s hand moved and stroked in the boys’ breeches.  Edgar put his leg between Ali’s and continued talking and stroking.  Ali could not move with the stronger mans hand at his throat and the leg trapping him.

The stablehand’s hands went up to Edgar’s arm, grabbing the tunic and pulling for support.  The older man’s mouth went to his and Ali’s face contorted.  His body quivered and the sound that did escape was not masculine.  Edgar’s hand went from Ali’s throat to around his back as he fell forward from the wall.  He pulled his hand out of the breeches and the young man reached for the hand.  The hand paused and Edgar licked a finger before letting him clean his own juices off.

They kissed again.  Silar half closed his eyes and watched as Edgar helped Ali to the lower mat, a cover over the stablehand.  Edgar extinguished a few lamps before he left and quietly closed the door after him.

Silar was amazed that Edgar would do something for a man.  Edgar seemed to be a bit aloof when dealing with everyone.  But...  Ali had been the only one to not be serviced, doing most of the servicing.  Silar had to calm himself as the thought of the young man’s mouth around him brought a stir.

There was also a stir from next to him from Lady Laun.  There was a sigh and Silar barely heard her say, “That’s good.”  Another sigh came from her and she seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

Silar was not as exhausted as some of his sexual exploits had left him in the past, but he was content.  It was easier to get into bed with the leader of Salam-Dir than he had thought it would be, even with the rumors.  And it was satisfyingly worth it.  He pulled back the covers slowly from Laun and saw the scars on her shoulders and upper back.  She moved slightly and he slipped in under the linen with her, pulling the covers over both of them.

 

Onto the 'Quail Hunt' in Chapter 49