Unlike Jin, Pol really did feel a need for fresh air, so he followed the path Kiera’s brother and Vatya had taken, trailing down a hall until he found a glass door that opened onto the garden.
The grounds of the House vai Ullan were massive, with a rolling field where he could see the horses grazing, a pond with a small island gazebo in the center, and a bridge to it from the land. At the center was a large green hedgerow maze.
Pol wandered down the marble staircase, into the maze. The hedgerow was a mass of smooth vines, and wide, heart-shaped leaves, their edges jagged and toothed. There were places here and there that had grown unevenly, and Pol saw the whole thing had been planted around a series of wrought iron trellises.
He heard a woman’s moan, soft and low, from his left, and followed the path through the maze in the direction of her voice. Turning a corner, he came to an arched opening in the side of one wall of the maze and saw Jin and Vatya.
Jin’s breeches were bunched about his ankles and Vatya’s dress was hiked above her waist, and the neck pulled down below her chest leaving her pale white breasts free and bouncing as Jin drilled his cock into her on a bench.
Pol stepped back in embarrassment, but not so far back as to lose sight of the lovers. Just enough that his presence was undetectable by them.
There was a rustle of leaves that made him jump a little, and Elina slipped out of the shadows of the hedgerow.
“Spying on Jin and Vatya, thief?” she asked.
“I…”
“Don’t worry, Pol, I won’t tell. They’re very fine, aren’t they?”
On the bench, Vatya and Jin had traded places, so that she was on top of him, grinding her pussy against his cock, her hands gathering her hair above her head while Jin squeezed a buttock in each hand.
“Are you disappointed?” asked Pol.
“That he’s not fucking me? A little. That Vatya thinks she’s won Jin’s hand? Not at all,” said Elina. “I’ll tell you a little secret, Pol. Jin has no desire to ever get married.”
“Then why are you and Vatya here?”
“For women like Vatya, they are a little game he plays. They attempt to persuade him with their mouths, and breasts, and cunts, and Jin in turn pretends to consider their arguments. For women like me, it’s little a game we play with Jin, pretending to be lovesick suitors like Vatya, desperate to win him to us with our bodies, but in reality all so we can use his. The trouble with being from one of the Five Noble Houses is that the pool of Noble men is so shallow. And Jin is one of the better lays.”
Elina moved in front of Pol, ostensibly for a better view, and reclined her body against him, pressing the swell of her ass into his hand, her bare back resting against his chest, her hair a few inches from her nose. She smelled of lavender perfume.
“Why not find someone from outside the Five Nobles?” he asked. His hand cupped a firm, round buttock, and she shifted slightly to allow him a better grasp.
“And risk causing a scandal should my maid catch some moneylender’s son in my bed one morning? No, I think not, though it may come to that someday. A pity for Jin here. I would’ve shared him with Vatya, if I’d gotten there first. But a woman like her is after a husband, and will jealously guard him.”
“Why should a moneylender’s son be a scandal? The Exarch told me no man bows to any other in Tia Vashil.”
“The Exarch speaks of the city as he wishes it to be, not as it is. The Five Noble Families are above the rest.”
Jin said something to Vatya, causing her to leap off him and fall to her feet, and he stood over her. She grasped his cock, angling it down at her chest and pumping on him. Jin gave out a grunt and began to cum, spraying over her breasts, the milky seed practically invisible on her porcelain skin.
Elina brushed a hand against Pol’s crotch, feeling the hardness that had developed in his breeches. She smiled and turned to press her lips against Pol’s ear. Her breath was hot as she spoke.
“Come, thief, let’s leave them to it and find our own place to be alone.”
She turned and wandered away, stroking once at Pol’s bulge as they parted, and he watched Jin and Vatya for a second longer before turning after her.
The maze turned and turned again and again and as Pol followed Elina, he became less and less sure he could navigate his way out if necessary. Eventually the hedgerows gave way to a wide open square, the grass a bright green, with a large circular marble fountain with a wide lip. In the center were statues in the shape of five dancing gryphons, water pouring up out of their mouths into the massive pool below.
Elina stepped out of her shoes, leaving them at the border where the grass yielded to the fountain’s marble base, and sat on the lip, streaming a hand through the crystal clear water babbling gently in the basin.
“You must feel rather lonely, coming all the way from Lowvale, not knowing anyone but Lady Kiera. And I love Kiera to death, but she has all the personality and charm of a stone wall. Are you lonely, Pol?”
“Sometimes.”
“Do you miss your home?”
“Not really,” said Pol.
“Anyone at home miss you? Besides Miss Harrity, of course.”
“No.”
“No parents?”
“My mother died when I was younger. I never met my father.”
“My parents died when I was young as well,” said Elina. She tapped the water with one fingertip. “But I knew them both, at least.”
“I’m sorry,” said Pol, feeling slightly unsure of himself, standing.
“Thank you. It was a sleeping sickness that tore through the city a few years back. When I woke up, it was just me and my nephew left.”
“That’s...terrible,” said Pol.
Elina gave a wry chuckle. “It is. Do you know, though, I often feel loneliest on days like today?”
“How so?”
“Because here I am, Lady Elina, head of the great noble House vai Tischer of Tia Vashil, young, rich, beautiful—if I say so myself—and I’m sad because can’t get a boy like Jin to look at me, even if I’m throwing myself at him.”
Pol was silent for a moment, and Elina stared over her shoulder at him.
“You are beautiful,” he said.
“Thank you, Pol,” Elina laughed at him. She turned her attention back to the fountain. “You know, I used to have this dream where a thief would steal into our house through the window in my room, and I’d catch him, and then he’d...have his way with me. Do you think that’s a strange dream?”
“On the way here, a person told me lust doesn’t make any fu...any sense,” said Pol, remembering what Atti had told him. “And I know my dreams make little sense me.”
“Well, I think it’s strange. I’ve heard of women who use their servants to reenact such dreams, but I never have. I like a bit more verisimilitude to my fantasies.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“Like the real thing,” said Elina. “A real thief.”
She reached up behind her neck and undid the knot that held the straps of her dress together and kept her modest. The top half of the dress folded down around her waist and Elina watched Pol stare as her breasts, not small but not large, either, with their wide pink areolae, were freed. She lay down on the wide lip of the fountain, letting the stone of the marble, hot in the sun, warm her back.
“Would you sneak into my family’s house, Pol?” she asked, beckoning him with one crook of a finger.
“Does your family have much treasure?” he asked, his hips drawing close to her head.
“There’s me,” said Elina.
“That would be enough,” he said.
“Would you climb in through my window?”
“If I knew which one it was.”
Elina had reached for his breeches, running her hands up and down his thighs, and he stroked her cheek before running his hand across her neck to cup a breast, running his thumb over the short squat nipple at its cap.
“I’m sure you’d find i
t eventually,” she said. “In the summer, I always leave it open.”
Her fingers found his belt, undoing it, and then his laces, where the slender digits quickly removed the thin leather strands from consideration. Loosened, his pants grew slack and slipped down his legs, bunching at the top of his boots.
Elina placed a hand on his cock, watching as it pulsed in response, warm in the sun, warmer even than the marble on her bare back. She stroked her middle finger along the center of the underside, and watched the shivers run along Pol’s spine as she traced her way to the sensitive head.
“Wonderful,” she murmured. Her hand closed on him as best she could, dragging him the final distance towards her mouth, but stopping before she swallowed him. He could feel the warmth of her breath on him, and she began to stroke him, watching him the whole time.
“In the summer, I sleep in the nude,” Elina whispered to his cock, but she stared up at Pol as she spoke. “And I think, thief, that you would see me there, and be overcome by your desire. Would you ravage me, then, thief?”
“Immediately,” said Pol, and was rewarded by the steamy embrace of Elina’s lips around his cock. She eased him into her mouth slowly, her eyes closed as if savoring a fine dessert. The softness of her tongue found him, and he groaned as she ran it around the head of his submerged cock. His hips moved without thinking, trying to speed her along, to force more of himself into the head, and her eyes shot open, a look of slight annoyance on her face. She placed her other hand on his torso to direct him, and he groaned again as she continued on in her previous pace, but increased the pressure of her mouth ever so sweetly.
To distract himself, Pol leaned over her, his left hand running down her stomach, slipping under the scaly material of her dress. Elina wore no underwear and the fine plump mound just above her pussy was cleared of all hair. He worked a finger inside her, and then another. Elina arched her back, the movement pushing more of Pol’s cock into her mouth, already full with him, and when Pol plunged a third finger into her body she moaned around his length.
Elina’s cheeks had hollowed with her efforts, her mouth straining to accommodate the entirety of his cock. Pol’s fingers stroked her walls, coaxing ripples of pleasure through her body. His other hand kneaded the soft pillow of her generous breast, and she moaned whenever his fingers found both the rough ceiling of her pussy and the sensitive pink nib that sat at the end of her chest as the same time.
Pol’s fingers slipped back out of her, and Elina’s eyes opened again with a baleful glare for interrupting her pleasure. He grinned down at her, hooking his thumbs under the shiny material of her dress, dragging it further down her body. EIina lifted herself off the fountain a little ways, allowing Pol to undress her further, and he smiled at how bare the space was between her legs. He shed his doublet, and stepped out of his boots.
* * * * *
Kiera wandered the house, searching for Pol. He’d slipped away from dinner unnoticed, and she was curious where he’d gone off to. When she’d descended the staircase, she’d caught his eyes tracing her body, watching her legs appear out of the slits in her skirt, and thrilled a little at the prospect, the morning still a fresh memory.
Then Tau had kissed her...
Shortly after Jin and Vatya left, her mother had left to barricade herself in her personal library as she was wont to do. When Kiera was seventeen, she’d infiltrated the library, only to discover that most of the tomes were salacious in nature. She’d question her father about it, as he bought his wife the most books, and he’d only replied with the then cryptic response that it pleased him to have a pleased wife.
Elina had made some excuse to leave as well, hugging Kiera deeply. If Elina had been the type, Kiera suspected Ked would have happily married her to vai Tischer rather than vai Keller, but alas, Elina only had eyes for men. Left alone with Tau, Kiera had finally noticed her thief had gone missing. She suppressed the urge to go keep him from trouble and abandon Tau yet again.
Luckily, Jin and Vatya had come in from the garden, both looking a little disheveled, both flush and out of breath, with the claim they’d been racing the maze. Neither Kiera nor Tau believed it, but Tau had finally departed with his sister in tow.
Tau. Five years ago, he’d put Kiera on the ground in the final round of the vai Tischer House Tourney. He’d been a nice boy. Nicer still when he visited her in her tent, to check on her injuries. And even that much nicer when he’d shed his clothes to join her in the bed there.
But five years had turned him from a nice boy to a somewhat dull man.
She slipped into her father’s library. She doubted Pol was there. Hells, she wasn’t even confident the man could read. But the large windows gave an excellent view of the grounds, and beyond to the plains that separated Tia Vashil from Tia Joi. She knew her father kept a pair of field glasses in the room, so if the idle fancy took him he could spy on the gardens (which is how he’d known the perpetrator was her when, during their childhood, Jin had complained that someone had pushed him into the fountain) or gaze out on the world around the city.
Kiera located the glasses on a table near the window and glanced out. If she were a thief, where would she be? The horses? Pol was not there. Her eyes traveled to the gardens. She doubted Pol was the type to be enchanted by the flowers, or stroll the bridge to the gazebo. As she fixed her gaze over the maze, a movement pulled her attention to the fountain. She trained the field glasses on it.
“Oh,” she gasped. Pol and Elina were both naked, with Elina lying on the lip of the fountain. Pol was on all fours over her, his head buried between her legs and his cock buried in her mouth. Elina had wrapped her thighs around his head to keep him there, and was using one hand to pump along his shaft while the other traveled Pol’s body.
Kiera’s free hand slipped almost of its own will through the slit on her dress. Her fingers wove their way through her panties, and then the fine trimmed hair between her legs until they found her clit, and rolled it gently.
Down below, Elina had stopped moving her mouth and hands on Pol’s cock, the muscles in her thighs tight and tense around Pol’s head. Her eyes were squeezed closed and her hands stroked her nipples in circles. Her back arched and she seemed to seize up. Kiera could only imagine what she was feeling.
Kiera took her fingers off her clit, pulling the tips into her mouth and wetting them before slipping her hand back down between her legs, and plunging two fingers into herself down to the knuckles. Her palm stayed flat, rubbing back and forth against her clit, stroking herself as it throbbed, sending the sweet heat through her body. The fabric of her dress, already quite snug, began to stick to her skin as she worked.
When Elina had come down from her orgasm, her legs released Pol and she tapped his thigh. Pol raised himself up a little way, staring down Elina’s body her as she spoke to him. He rose up to his knees over her, and she reached a hand up to stroke his cock straight over her body, her face occupied between his legs in a way that Kiera couldn’t see from where she stood, bracing herself against the window as her fingers wound their way in and out of her body. But she could guess what was happening.
Pol’s mouth was open and his chest was rising and falling as he stared down at the beautiful woman working his cock between her hands. Elina scooted down, giving Kiera a clear view as the other woman pulled the engorged head between her lips before letting Pol’s cock free again as she resumed her work between his legs, her hands speeding their work.
Pol shuddered and Kiera increased her own pace watching as his hands snatched his cock from Elina’s, his motion blurring in the field glasses. Elina just wrapped her hands around him, rubbing across the back of his legs, ass, and lower torso, encouraging him on.
Kiera had seen the evidence of Pol’s handiwork before, like the Canian woman, or little blonde farmgirl all those weeks before lying in the hay, covered in his cum, but she’d never seen him take his own pleasure before, and the sight of him stroking himself over Elina’s body sent little shocks up an
d down her spine. She introduced her pussy to the third of her fingers, moaning as she did.
Pol’s body strained with the effort as his cum streamed out of him, the bursts falling across the length of Elina’s chest and torso. Elina’s hands slipped back to his cock, stroking as much as she could get out of him. And there was much to be had, the thief shaking as his cock spurted again, sending a short rope between Elina’s breasts, trailing down to her navel. When he’d stopped managing to fire off rounds of the stuff, the noble woman sucked him back between her lips, milking the last drops out of him.
Kiera strained to force her fingers deeper inside of herself.
* * * * *
Pol watched as Elina, his cum spread across her body, slipped into basin of the fountain. When she’d asked him if he’d wanted to do as Jin had, he had thought she’d meant for him to drive his cock between her legs, but she’d begun licking at his balls instead, and running her hands along his shaft, jerking him over her body, and he’d lost himself in his need.
Elina wiped her skin clean of the mess, then rose and strolled away from him through the fountain, the water coming up to her knees, until she was standing under the gryphons, who were at least twice her height, catching the stream of water that came down out of their mouths on her head. Water ran down her body, and Pol watched as she spread it over her chest, cleaning herself with the spray. She looked back at him, her hair shining, wet and matted.
“What are you just sitting there for?” she asked. The nearest gryphon’s knee was raised in mid-movement, to just under the height of her navel, and Elina braced herself on it a little, bending over slightly and stepping her legs apart, showing him what he was missing by remaining so far away, her lower lips flexing just slightly as she did.
The water was warm from sitting in the sun all day, and Pol waded over to where Elina stood by a dancing gryphon. His body felt grimy with the sweat brought forth both by the bright sun and the heat of his own blood when Elina had brought him to orgasm, and the shower that fell on him as he strode among the gryphons was cool and refreshing.
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