“How many of your brothers and sisters are dead at Olene’s hands?”
Uli was spasming, crying out with pleasure, and Aren was still forcing her to spear herself on Varomar’s cock, Varomar himself meeting each fall blow for blow.
He groaned, his pleasure bursting through his cock, pouring his cum into the thrall. He shook, and Aren released Uli, pushing her forward so that the petite thrall fell against his chest, both of them trembling in the throes of their orgasm. Aren grinned over them.
“Someday,” she said, kneeling so she could whisper in Varomar’s ear.
“Someday you’ll have to choose—Olene or the Clans. There’s only one choice a warrior of honor can make, Varomar.”
Aren stood, and glanced around the throne room, before her gaze fell on Olene. The chief was taking her pleasure from another warrior. Jorga was nowhere to be seen.
“Someday soon, Varomar.”
* * * * *
Kiera was dancing with Heldi in front of the fire. Nearby, Garen and Pol traded a pipe back and forth, and a small band composed of Coulanian officers played a jig by the next fire over, glancing from the cover of their shoulders from time to time to catch a sight of the two women dancing.
Heldi was a good dancer. She’d stripped down to practically nothing at this point, the few garments she was wearing keeping her modesty only mildly intact, soaked through with sweat. Kiera had to admit she was rather enchanted by the sight. Her body burned, and she reached out to touch Heldi, the smaller woman reaching back, pressing into her. Shivers ran down Kiera’s spine.
Kili’s beard, she’d drunk too much wine.
She hadn’t intended to have “fun” at this dinner, except with Pol, maybe—afterwards, alone in her tent. But Garen and Heldi had brought an amphora of the finest wine Kiera had ever tasted with them, and it had been poured at their table liberally. The conversation, slow to start at first with Kiera’s silence dragging like a sea anchor behind it, had become rowdy as the wine had loosen her lips and she found Garen and Heldi to be pleasant enough company. The Coulanian officers had apparently been well liquored too, and it hadn’t been long past the meal before they brought out instruments and began playing. Heldi had decided to dance in turn.
Kiera had eventually been able to pull her eyes away only to see Garen and Pol staring openly at the Guild Chair and, perhaps emboldened by the wine’s hubris or perhaps driven by her own jealousy, Kiera had kicked off her boots, untucked her blouse and joined Heldi. When she snuck glances back at the men, she’d been gratified to find their eyes on her just as much as they fell on Heldi.
But if she was being honest, she herself could barely stop looking at the dark Sorcerer. And she kept coming up with excuses to touch her, twirling her away one moment, then leading her around the fire the next.
“You’ve warmed to me, Lady Kiera,” Heldi murmured at their next meeting around the fire. The music had become slower, sadder, a ballad about a missing sailor.
“It’s the wine,” muttered Kiera.
“Whatever it is, I’m glad. I never really understood what it was you disliked about me in the first place.”
“You and Pol.”
Heldi took Kiera’s hand, rolling up her arm until she was wrapped up for a moment by the taller woman.
“You never struck me as the jealous type.”
“I wasn’t. I mean, I’m not.” Heldi strode out of Kiera’s grasp.
“Then what’s your concern?”
She wasn’t dancing anymore. They were standing at as far a remove from Pol and Garen as they could be, right in front of the entrance to Heldi’s tent, the high flames cloaking them from the men’s sight.
“That... that I’ll grow old and Pol will stay the same, and you’ll still be... as you are... as well.”
“And Pol will grow tired of you.”
“Yes.”
“But not of me?”
“Yes.”
Heldi laughed, like rain on a tin sheet.
“Does he love you?”
“Yes.”
“And you love him?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Well, if Pol is not as vain as you think, then that’s the only advantage you’ll need over me. And if he is as vain as you think... well, better off without him, no?”
“But, your youth.”
Heldi laughed again, reaching out to comfort Kiera.
“I’m just over a century old. Older than you, Kiera. Older than you’ll ever be. I’m hardly young. And, besides, you may find that Pol’s long life is more of a burden for you than him.”
“How’s that?” Kiera looked confused.
Heldi sighed and looked away for a moment, then back at Kiera when she’d collected herself.
“Pol might never grow tired of your face, no matter how tired your face becomes. For him, every day with you will be a new experience, a day with a woman no longer the woman she was, and the ability to discover a new woman the next day. But for you, you will spend your life with a statue, the ever unchanging Sorcerer Pol. In time, you may resent his permanence, or grow jealous of never having the experience of your lover ripening on the vine.”
Kiera was silent for a long time.
“What should I do?”
“Who knows. You might be dead tomorrow night. I would spend now in love.”
To Kiera’s surprise, Heldi wrapped her arm around her neck, dragging the taller woman down so she could stand on her tip-toes to kiss her hungrily on the lips.
“You are easy to love, after all,” said Heldi.
Heldi turned into the archway of the tent, the lamp light inside beaming out as the heavy fabric of the flaps parted.
“So am I, you know,” said Heldi. She reached up with one hand, drawing the thin fabric of her top off, so Kiera could see the full smooth surface of her back, from her hips to her shoulders.
“Would you like to see?” asked Heldi, disappearing into the tent.
Kiera hesitated for a moment, then pushed the flap aside and entered in after the Sorcerer.
* * * * *
Pol and Garen watched as the two women entered the tent.
“What do you think they’re doing in there?” asked Pol.
Garen snorted, then snorted again, louder, when he realized Pol was seriously asking. Smoke poured out of his nostrils from the pipe.
“Women things,” he coughed.
“Oh,” said Pol.
“Yeah,” said Garen. He handed the pipe back to Pol and took a sip of wine, trying to clear his throat of the smoke. Pol took a deep drag, then let the smoke go billowing out into the air, where it mixed with the smoke from the fire.
“I’m going to lose her, I think,” he said.
“Lady Kiera?”
“Yeah.”
“Could be. You’re talking about the vai Keller nephew? Powerful man, Cail vai Keller. No house has ever been Exarch twice in a row. A marriage to Tau would all but secure Kiera the baton.”
“How do I keep her, Garen?”
Garen patted Pol on the back.
“You love her?”
“Yes.”
“And she loves you, I assume.”
“Yes.”
“Well, Pol, love’s not really something you keep as it were. It’s something you have.”
“If she marries Tau, she’ll belong to him. I’ll never see her again.”
“To start, if Kiera becomes Exarch, you can see her every time she comes to the Rock. And as a Sorcerer, you outrank Tau. You own everything in Tia Vashil, whether the Vashili like it or not. We built their walls, we protect them from danger, we’re the reason their banknotes are trusted, we’re what keeps chaos and disruption off their streets. The Guard does a good job, but scrys do the work. And fear of the Guild does the rest.
“To finish—and take this to heart, from someone who knows it well—the only fool who thinks a woman ‘belongs’ to someone is a Dragon Clan with a thrall. If Kiera walked out of that tent and rode off south, could either you or Tau stop
her?”
“No.”
“Then she doesn’t really belong to you or Tau. She belongs to herself. And I’m guessing you probably know it, too. But it helps to feel like you’ve got some control of the situation, like you can ensure she chooses you, when she chooses.”
Pol said nothing, and Garen poked him in the ribs.
“Too close, Pol? She’s got to choose. She’s got to choose herself. Everyone’s asking her to make a choice, and they’re all bringing their pressure to bear. Tau’s got the Exarchy and their past on her. Ked’s got family on her. And you think if you go in there and bring love on her, you’re going to win?”
“What should I do?”
“High heavens, if I knew, I’d tell you. What I do know is we’re all going to die tomorrow. Let’s go see what the women are up to, and if it’s worth staying alive for.”
Garen tapped the contents of the pipe out into the fire, and stood up. Pol followed his direction, and they made their way into the tent.
The lamplight had fallen lower, sending a dim glow through the tent. Garen and Heldi had brought a chaise lounge with them, Vash knew how, whether by magic or some poor soldier’s back. Kiera was laid down on it, the front of her blouse undone, her trousers nowhere to be found. Her back was arched, her chest heaving, as Heldi held her thighs apart, the Sorcerer’s tongue playing with Kiera’s clit.
“Oh, fuck!” cried Kiera. She looked up and saw Garen and then Pol, and tried to slip away, but Heldi waved and Kiera’s arms and legs pressed back against the lounge as if tied with invisible cords.
Pol knelt by her head, leaning forward to kiss her, and she met his tongue with hers. He ran a hand down her neck, squeezing one ample breast, teasing the nipple with the tip of his finger.
Kiera groaned, the distress audible in her voice, and when they looked down between her legs, Heldi had stopped licking Kiera’s pussy. Garen had stripped himself of his clothes, and Heldi was kneeling before him, sucking hard on his cock.
“Looks like fun,” said Kiera.
Pol stood, disrobing fast enough that Kiera laughed at his haste.
“Eager, aren’t we?” she asked, as his knees touched the cushion by her head, his cock hanging over her lips.
“With reason,” said Pol. Kiera opened her mouth and he pressed down on his shaft, burying the tip between her lips, feeling her hot, soft tongue rove across his skin.
He reveled in the feel of her mouth, just as she burned to taste him, urging him to help her in pressing as much of his cock inside as she could manage. She gasped as she took him just a hair too far, jerking her head, leaving his cock shining with her spit, then plunging back down to take him as close to the base as she could manage.
Her work must have drawn Heldi’s attention back, because she felt the other woman’s small soft hands press her thighs apart again, the hot damp breath falling on the outer lips of her pussy before a tongue probed its way inside her.
When she glanced up, Heldi was bent at her crotch, licking furiously. Master Garen was staring down, abandoned for the moment. Kiera waved at him, and he walked to the other side of the chaise.
Keeping a hand on Pol, she released him from her mouth and turned to face Garen, slipping his cock onto her tongue. He wasn’t as large as Pol, and Kiera thrilled to realize she could take all of him to the hilt, her nose pressing against the soft down of his pubic hair as she did so. His groans were agonised, and she could feel Pol’s cock pulse as he watched her press Garen’s cock down her throat. Her body was burning, her eyes closed, and she—
“Oh, hells! Fuck yes!” she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, her hands wrapping around Heldi’s head, both men forgotten. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!”
Her body shook and writhed, and Pol bent to suck her nipple, one of her hands wrapping around his head for support as the new sensation only helped to prolong her climax.
“Oh, wow,” she muttered, the paralyzing pleasure finally receding.
Heldi laughed again, kneeling at Kiera’s feet.
“Rest,” she told Kiera. “Gentlemen, come here.”
Garen and Pol moved to the end of the chaise, and Heldi took hold of a cock in each hand, turning to suck Garen first, then taking Pol into her mouth after a short moment, her other hand pumping hard along Garen’s length. Just as quickly, she returned to sucking on Garen’s cock, as though she had an insatiable need for whatever man wasn’t in her mouth at the moment. Kiera watched with interest, her eyes flitting to Pol’s face. The stare he fixed Heldi with wasn’t dramatically different than the one she’d seen sitting atop him herself, his cock buried in her pussy, and she felt her jealousy start to well up. But as she watched, she realized that there were small differences, a missing... softness, perhaps... that was what she recognized. And then he glanced at her, Heldi’s moans muffled by his cock, and there the look was.
Kiera smiled at him.
Garen grabbed Heldi’s waist, lifting her into a standing position, her body bent into an upside down L so she was still plunging Pol’s cock in and out of her mouth. Garen pierced her, and Kiera couldn’t tell if she was moaning at the sight or Heldi was moaning at the sensation of being fucked while her mouth was full of cock.
Heldi let Pol slip out of her mouth for a moment, bracing herself on his stomach, and glancing over at Kiera.
“How does it look?”
“Good,” Kiera groaned. Heldi laughed and turned back to capture Pol in her mouth. It did look good. Every stroke from Garen sent Heldi down Pol’s length and setting her hanging breasts swaying. Pol had captured one in his hand, while the other rested on the back of Heldi’s head, guiding her. Heldi was moaning hard as Garen’s pace increased.
She eased Pol out of her mouth, climbing his torso with kisses, walking forward until Garen’s cock slipped out of her, shining with her juices. Heldi wrapped a hand around Pol’s cock, stroking it hard between them as she kissed him, then whispered something into his ear.
Pol lowered his hands, and Heldi raised one leg into one hand, then her other into the next, so Pol was carrying her. Her hand aimed his cock at her slit, letting herself lower until the head had penetrated her. She gasped, then looked back at Garen, before wrapping her arms around Pol’s neck and kissing him deeply.
Master Garen gestured at something in their belongings, and a small vial flew through the air and into his hand. He unstoppered it, pouring the contents, a thick oil, across Heldi’s ass and his own cock. He stoppered the vial and tossed it to Kiera, who caught it as carefully as she could, the glass itself slick with the contents.
Kiera watched with a building lust as Garen approached Heldi and Pol, his cock standing at rigid attention. Garen took Heldi’s ass in his hands, parting both firm round cheeks, his crotch easing forward until he drove the tip into her.
Both Pol and Heldi moaned in pleasure, Heldi’s lips leaving Pol’s in the process. She eased herself back and down, pressing both men into her at once, the Guild Chair shaking as she was filled by their cocks simultaneously.
“Yes, yes, fuck me,” she ordered.
She was squeezed between their bodies as they rammed home into her at once. Pol was kissing Heldi’s neck, her head curved back over Garen’s shoulder. Garen had a hand down between her legs, pressed up against Pol’s and Heldi’s stomachs and as the movements of his fingers grew more pronounced, both Heldi and Pol began to cry out in ecstasy. Kiera was playing with her own clit, watching, the hand holding the glass vial idly teasing it across one hard nipple.
Heldi’s cries were wordless and her body was shaking as her pleasure gripped her, hugging Pol’s head into her chest, though whether it was for balance or to feel his lips on her tits who could say.
Her body was spasming and Garen was still drilling out a pattern on his clit, making her moan and gasp until she pushed Pol away, Garen’s cock sliding out of her with a pop. She touched the floor and fell to her knees, catching herself on her elbow on the edge of the lounge, panting.
“Go to Lady Kie
ra, Pol,” Heldi ordered. “She looks desperate for the company.”
“Vash yes,” said Kiera. When Pol got close to her she grabbed him, kissing him hard and drawing him down on top of her. She held the vial tight in one hand, then used the other to find Pol’s cock, easing it into her quivering pussy.
“Oh, yes!” she groaned as he pushed into her until their hips met. “Oh fuck yes. I missed you. I missed your fucking cock.”
Pol chuckled, wrapping his arms around Kiera’s back, thrusting hard as her thighs tightened around his waist.
“You’ve only been gone for a few days,” he whispered.
“An eternity,” she moaned back at him. At her urging, they rolled so Pol was on the bottom and Kiera was riding him. She grabbed his hands, pulling them to her chest, arching her back as his hands kneaded her tits.
“You weren’t with Largan and Vel again?” he asked.
“Every night. I still missed you,” she told him. She glanced down between her thighs, watching his cock disappear inside her.
Movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention and she craned her head to see the two Sorcerers on the soft rug floor of the tent, Heldi lying flat as Garen pounded into her ass.
“That looks fun,” she said.
“You’ve got the oil,” observed Pol.
Kiera lifted off Pol’s cock, then turned around, her free hand guiding Pol back into her. Heldi was staring up at her from the floor, watching as she bounced on top of Pol.
Kiera took one of Pol’s hands, pressing the vial into his palm.
“Better put the rest of this to good use, Pol,” she told him.
The oil drizzled down the cleft of her buttocks, and she tensed when she felt Pol’s thumb spread it across her skin, the tightening of her muscles making him grunt as she continued to ride him. He patted her rump and she stood slightly, giving him access to use the last bit of oil to aide his cock, though her pussy had been so wet from the anticipation she wondered if he’d even needed it.
Pol pushed her hips forward a bit, getting her to lean back a little, her body turning. His cock pressed against her asshole, and Kiera moved on her own, sinking down slowly on him, gasping and shaking as she did.
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