the Leathermines

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She had sent Edgar and Fount off to escort the prisoner on purpose.  She knew that once she had started, she would need to continue with the sex.  She had the robe on as she strolled through the tower, climbing the stairs, feeling the heat her legs had already generated in the Chamber of Death.

She knew that Edgar and Fount would want to be there, but she needed something that they had not shown they could give her.  She needed pain and blood.

She had not asked.  She had ordered that Silar be in her chamber when she was through with the prisoner.  She had ordered, not asked, that Ali be there, also.  She had also ordered that she would not be disturbed until she came out on her own.  By anyone.

The guards stood at attention and saluted as she went between them.  She nodded to each of them in turn, six in all.  Laun thought to herself that if Silar was not enough, she had enough standing by to finish the job...

Silar stood on the rug by the window.  He was down to just his loincloth and restraining thong.  He saw her in the doorway and went to one knee where he was.

Ali made sure the door was completely shut and took the robe from around her Lady.  The wool was warm, but it wasn’t needed as Laun was heated through and through.  Laun’s eyes were on Silar, but she motioned to Ali.  Ali stepped close and Laun had her by the back of the neck and then was pressing into her, lip to lip, chest to chest.

Laun looked at her boy and said in a low tone, “Are you ready for one more person to know?”

Ali’s eyes went wide and she tried to step back.  “I don’t know.”

There was a nod and Laun kissed the stablehand one more time, gentler, before she pushed away.  Silar was in her sights again and she floated over to him, the Dark colors  of the long tunic making the flush on her face even brighter.  He could see that even her breasts were pinking.

His face was just at the level of her breasts.  His nose was pressed into the laces and he smelled her own musk under the florals that the bath had put on her.  His hands went around her, holding her hips and then around her back.  She was hot to the touch as she held his head to her with handfuls of his hair.

She stepped back and he almost went with her.  He let go of her and he was propping himself up with his hands.  She turned and Ali started to unlace the tunic from her and then the tunic was off and on the floor.

Her scars glowed in the candle light.  They were bright and showed how far into passion she was.  His gaze moved down and saw that there was a runnel of thick liquid down the insides of her thighs.  It both made him flush with desire himself and have a wave of cold go through him as he was appalled that she would have sex with the prisoner.  Then he saw her eyes.

The bloodglint he saw was enough to make any ethical problems he had disappear.  She was past any niceties, any foreplay.  She wanted to Play.

Laun held out her hand and Ali put a rope into it.  It had been coiled and tied neatly and fit in her hand.  She slowly untied it as she walked towards him.  

Its’ coils fell to the ground and slithered next to her as she walked towards him, her own hips swaying with each deliberate step.

“Hold out your hands.”  It was not said loudly, but it was a command.

He held his hands out in front of him and found that she had his wrists in loops and together quickly.  She pulled on the rope and he was off balance.  He walked on his knees until she stopped at the foot of the bed.

There were other ropes that had been tied in loops to the bedstead.  Laun pulled the ends of the rope through the loops and Silar found that he was unable to pull away.  He could twist a little and sit, but that was about it for his arms.

Laun stepped back and motioned to Ali.  The stablehand was there with hands to untie and pull off until his hard manhood was standing before their Lady.  Ali looked up and Laun nodded.  The talented mouth was around the pierced head, the tongue sliding the jewelry from side to side.

There was a moment where Ali was kneeling, trying not to gag while going down on Silar when Ali’s eyes went big and there was a gasp around his member.  Laun had knelt behind Ali and had her hands around Ali’s waist and down the breeches.  Silar’s head went back as the sounds from Ali were muffled by him, all those vibrations going straight to his balls.

Ali pulled Silar’s manhood out and gasped out, “Lady! I-”  And then only moaning as the hands of their Lady sent Ali quickly over the edge.  Silar wanted to push that mouth back onto him, but couldn’t with his hands above his head and bound to the bed.

That almost feminine set of noises came out of Ali as the stablehand peaked.  There were convulsions and a low wail that cut off several times as a shallow breath was taken.

Ali was on the floor, curled up as Laun stood and went to Silar.  She had a knife in her hand, bare and ready.  Silar had a pulse go through him that he was about to die at the hand of his Lady.  But then, she straddled him and lowered her self onto him.  He saw and felt her react when the ring touched her.  He watched her head go back as the ring and head were inside her.  He heard her moan as she slid the rest of him into her.

It was maddening.  She just sat there.  Her head was back and one hand was playing with her breast as the other held the knife at her side.  Then she brought her head up and he saw her eyes.

They were cold.  Her body was all heat, but her eyes were ice.

She leaned forward and put her free hand on his throat.  He tried to thrust up into her and she slapped him.  It wasn’t very hard, but the sound rang through him more than the sensation did.  Her hand went back to his throat, thumb and fingers pressing into tender spots.  He could not breathe deeply as his excitement was high and her hand held his life between those delicate fingers.

She brought up the knife.  He saw it.  He recognized it.  His eyes went wide.  She put the tip to his chin and said, “This is what I have become.”

Her hand went to one of his arms and he felt the slice of the blade and the sting of the blood as it started to flow.

She leaned forward and licked and then sucked on the cut as she moved her hips on him.  The strokes were long and deliberate, almost making him come out of her, but then she would slide back down again.  He could feel as his jewelry was pushed back and forth inside of her and he wanted to hold her hips to him.

Her eyes were closed as she leaned back.  His blood trailed down her chin and she licked her lips as a look of bliss came over her.  She started to use her legs and hips and back and was stroking up and down on Silar to bring herself to orgasm.

The sounds from her were low, gutteral as her peak was upon her.  It touched off Silar and he also was growling as he tried to thrust up into her while he was shooting his seed up into her.  There was a flash of blade next to his face and then the ropes were loose.

His hands were slightly numb and tingly but he grabbed Laun’s hips and tried to get as much of him into her as he could while the feeling rushed through him.  She fell forward, her hands on the edge of the footrest to support her as the last of their energy was thrusting out of them.

They were both panting.  Silar ran his hands up her back and felt the light ridges of the scars and then back down to the roundness of her ass.  Her breasts were just below his face, and the bright red scar she had there called to him.  He kissed it and nuzzled into it.  She moved and they looked into each other’s eyes.

“Thank you,” she panted.  She had a flush and a look that was as relaxed as he had ever seen her.

“Thank you.”  One of his hands went to her cheek and she leaned into it and then down to kiss him on the mouth.  He felt the tenderness in her and felt she had regained some of her balance.

They were able to clean up themselves and the room by the time Edgar and Fount had made their way out past the trading post and back.  Laun had been stark naked when she opened the door into the room, several of the protectors looking up, hopeful.  She smiled and asked if evening meal could be sent up.  There were nods and she gave a wink to one of the protectors.

There were breads and butter and jams on a platter in the hands of one staff person and a pitcher of clear water in the hands of another.  Laun thanked them and left the door open when she sat back down in one of the chairs.  She had on the robe and was starting to feel a pain in her back.  And her stomach had started to send little acid reminders of it’s self up her throat.

She drank water and had some of the bread which seemed to help her stomach.  Her back, the warmth of the robe helped, as did the head of Ali on her lap.  Silar sat in the other chair and they talked off and on about the preparations for First Feast the next day.

First Feast for Silar was different, and it was interesting to compare what he was brought up with.  She was actually surprised that First Feast was celebrated on the other continent.  It was too late to integrate some of the traditions he had brought up, but it was still a pleasant thing to discuss after the dark place she had been to and brought herself out of.

Edgar and Fount were holding hot mugs of tea when they came into the room.  Ali helped them to get out of their cold, wet clothes and wrapped blankets around them.  A few minutes later, Disa and Lucaris came in, each holding large basins of hot water.

Laun and Silar stood and the two cold men sat with their feet in hot water and the blankets flopping around them as they shivered themselves warm.  Lucaris gave the men drops in their tea to drink.  And Laun asked for more of the chalk to settle her stomach.

“You should start drinking milk.”

Laun shook her head.  “I would rather not, thank you.”

Lucaris pointed at Laun and said, “Milk.  It’s all the stress.”

Laun smiled.  “Not as much, anymore.”

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