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[Medieval RP] Warm Winter

Sigmund gave her a rather bemused smile as his lips pressed to her own. His hand comfortably rested on her side as he remarked “Well, we beat them pretty soundly in the fall. We shattered the army hereabouts and that had most of the troublemakers in it. The first couple months there were riots and scuffles so we had to be rather vigilant. But things have clamed now. People have gotten used to the idea that the city has changed hands and most of those that were inclined to resist have been dealt with already. Most people don’t care so much whom is in charge, as it matters little to them whether its one set of rulers or another as long as they can go about their business.” He kissed her lightly and noted “I suppose that simply means I’ve been the victim of my own success, crush your enemies and there isn’t so much left to do thereafter so I’ve been bored.” He noted rather of factly. Those icy blue eyes regarded her as he teasingly noted “All they are staring at is you at the moment.”

That he happened to be the focus of the ‘new rule’ wasn’t something that Sigmund chose to reveal to her. It was quite likely that sooner or later the matter would come to light. But seemed to enjoy a certain anonymity for the moment where he was nothing more than another rich army officer to her. Although some might argue that hardly made him a nobody in a conquered city but in comparison to a prince it certainly was.

Her rather coy protests to being looked after while she entertained him caused him to chuckle softly before it was stifled by her kiss. He rather doubted that she was reluctant to accept such an offer and was simply accepting it to make him happy. But his skepticism towards a coy response was distracted a moment later as he felt her weight shifting atop of him. That sensual grind of her hips that followed as she pressed her thighs and arse down against his groin caused his manhood to stiffen in response. His hips rose upwards to press back to her body as her form was pressed against him, his eyes clouding with arousal as blood rushed to engorged his prick. His hands drifted along her form before she slid down between his legs to press those lovely breasts around his hardened cock. His hips rose to press that member between those soft forms.
 
So the little wars were, for the most part, over now. That was a relief to hear and know from a man closest to its source, even if she had little to no part in its politics or their outcome. She remembered the scuffles and revolts that broke out every so often in the time period he had related to her. So long as she was able to avoid the violent participants of the event, she could draw up her own benefits and business with the losing, winning, or anxious rather easily with her pick of many men that had come to occupy the city. Victory never seemed so vastly sweet as it did with this soldier now, however, for she and he both.

“Do tell,” Sarka thought to ask as she knelt between his thighs, leaning over as she incorporated his member snugly within her cleavage. “From where have you come to me? What’s it like?“ Whether this city she lived in went worse or better as a result of his infantry’s company, she had entertained and dreamt up the thoughts of traveling to see the world for quite some time. It was too cold here. With the gold that he had already given her, it would have been very possible to have a start of it, getting out. And what better place to go than one that possessed more riches to further the trail?

Without waiting for his reply and having intended to while he did, if he cared to at all, her hands moved off of him and to her own body, fingers clutching the mounds of her chest. Her grasp massaged the globes inward, undulating against him, leaning in and down again to take advantage of the fluid she had left there to glide up and down between her breasts. Her playful gaze lingered on his for some time, the corner of her lips smirking within the view she offered and his expression, until finally, the red curtain drew over when she lowered her head. Resting the underside of her chest to him, the orbs still holding him in place, her warm and wet tongue flickered against the tip, caressing the radius within her reach with its teasing touch.
 
Sigmund would undoubtedly have been less able to wile away his time with enchanting local women if strife had remained the order of the day. But military victory followed by a brutal if rather fair occupation had brought the city to heal after its initial unrest. Those most inclined to cause trouble were dead or sufficiently fearful for themselves and their families that the city had quietly moved into the winter months with no more than a few locals muttering in their beer about a foreign occupation. After having spent the remainder of the year at war a stretch of time to rest, let his wounded soldiers heal and govern the city and its surrounding territory wasn’t unwelcome either, especially when other diversions presented themselves.

She had asked him where he came from and after a moment of initial hesitation he replied. “I come from the capital, Aranth.” He felt her bosom pressed rather enticely against his stiffened cock as she inquired after where he came from. “As for what its like..its much bigger than here. There are easily five times so many people as there are here. It sits on the sea, and ships come to port from all manner of distant lands bringing exotic spices, fruits and items making the markets team with luxury. It’s a beautiful city to see, white walls rise up for twenty feet around it, and seem to shine in the light of the sun. The grand gate is a burnished golden hue when you arrive there. Marble is worked into palaces, temples and monuments throughout the city. The streets are solid and paves and there are more people than you can imagine. A river cuts through the centre of the city leading to the sea. Its very pretty I’m sure you would like it.”

Even as he answered her he felt her pressing those luscious globes of flesh together and rubbing them back and forth along his prick. The massaging press of her bosom along his cock led to it throbbing and a sigh parting his own lips as he rather relished the lustful attention that she gave him. His cock and as it was enticed, soon after wards every other fiber of his being ached with desire for her. A feeling that seemed only likely to be heightened as her head descended downwards and he felt those soft damp lips pressing to his cock and the flick of her tongue upon that sensitive member. Rather teasingly he remarked “I still think you’re wrong to think you shall tire me with this. With such pleasures to avail myself of, I scarcely think I shall be tired for days.”
 
It did sound like a very pretty place. A very wealthy place no doubt, and perhaps with a more distinct line of separation between classes. Or did the poor exist in a city with golden gates at all? She had likely heard of Aranth before but never gave it much thought or memory. It wasn’t a place she expected to live or thrive in, though who knew how well off the average whore sold for in such a place. Far be it from her to ask him. While he was her client and under her care, there needed to be no distractions or talk of others. The mood was more suited to a singular focus. Who cared about business and futures and the rest of the world once locked within a realm of simplistic desires?

She looked up towards him without moving much at all, her lips temporarily leaving the head of his member to murmur besides it. Sarka settled herself to kneel more comfortably between his legs, hovering somewhat above him. One of her hands idly fluttered her nails down the length of the shaft while her cheek pressed reverently against him. “Patience, love.”

It was impossible to comment on much more during the course of their conversation where they had arrived. She returned her attention to pleasuring him with her mouth, tongue trailing up before her lips closed again over its tip. She could taste the mingled arousal of the two of them from their previous bout as she began to descend to a comfortable depth, a rhythmic suction around the thick girth while her tongue stroked against its underside. Her fingers formed a ring about the remainder, running over the remaining length and slicking the rest with her saliva. She swept the copper curls over his thighs to one side so as not to obscure the view, her mouth drawing him in deeper down her palate with each slow bob of her head.
 
Sigmund had described his home, although he’d rather carefully avoiding speaking much of his place in it. Although it was easy to discern he was rather fond of where he hailed from given his flattering description of the city. He seemed rather relaxed and comfortable discussing the matter with her, although he was admittedly easily distracted by the press of her bosom against his manhood and then the feel of her mouth about it. Yet who would not easily succumb to such enticing diversions?

His body was propped up on his elbows as his eyes lingered on her form. Those lovely copper locks and her rather voluptuous form seeming to fascinate him. He watched her settle between his legs and his hand would move to brush his fingers against her cheek. His hand stroked against her face and toyed with her hair as he felt her nuzzling her cheek against his member. While she may have urged patience it was rather clear that lust was far more likely to hold sway over him.

What followed seemed rather blissful to him. The feel of her soft, damp lips and the gentle tease of her tongue sent pleasure racing through his nerves. He’d bask in her attention, murmuring his approval as he felt the soft suckle of her mouth about him. He toyed with locks of her hair as her head began to bob slowly up and down along the length of his prick. He leaned his head back as a sigh escaped his lips, even for those that could buy anything sometimes the simple pleasures were best.
 
It was a rather common task, finding herself between a man's thighs be it with her knees on the ground or kneeling over the bed. Her lavish attention to the testament of his manhood left no room for other need or want. Whether it was the length that she ran her tongue, or the pressure she drew up into her mouth, Sarka was attentive and meticulous. While the actions were somewhat soft to begin with, gentle even, they grew more intense as she tested the levels she could bring. The hardened shaft pulsed along the veins that supported its solid state as she continued for as long as he would have her.

In another case she would only stimulate him for so long before moving her body on him again. With so much time and money though, she was more than willing, and determined, to bring him to another height. If he were to go on as long as it seemed he would with her, she would be red and raw by the morning without some sort of temporary respite. What better way to achieve it than with a bit of talk and said 'simple pleasures'.

One of her hands shifted around, reaching downwards to slip beneath his scrotum and roll the subtle orbs therein within her palm. Her mouth descended deeper on him with the increasing intensity of each round, until the tip of his member rubbed against her palate to its back, the muscles of her throat grasping around the thick piece of him she devoured. The woman was capable of controlling her breathing so well that her attention could be relentless, even humming against him as she worked, the vibration trilling.
 
Sigmund leaned back against the bed, and a rather pleased smile graced his lips. His blue eyes lingered on Sarka’s form as she knelt between his thighs and his mouth parted to release a moan as he felt her soft suction upon his prick. Pleasure coursed through him as he felt the stroke of her tongue and the press of his lips and he reveled in those attentions. His cock was rigid as it slipped into her mouth, and responded eagerly to her every touch.

Having been so enticed by her efforts and so taken with her slender and exotic form, the rather brawny form of the prince likely would have beset her form with some enthusiasm once more if he was not distracted as he was now. The feel of her soft mouth engulfing his prick seemed to keep him perfectly and utterly content. Undoubtedly it spared her for the moment from bruising to her thighs, and the soft folds of her sex being strained and battered from his rather lusty intentions.

He felt her soft fingers and her hand beginning to rub against his testicles. The press against his balls caused a dull ache in them and they’d swell with her attentions. A pleasant feeling and one which when combined with the press of his cock to the back of her throat caused another moan to part his lips. Each vibration was felt as it shuddered along his fleshy shaft. His cock throbbed readily in her mouth, and the only sounds he made were rather clear acknowledgements of his pleasure from her actions. His lips would part as he looked at her with his eyes full of lust remarking “More."
 
The corners of her lips affirmed a pleased smile, even as the current occupation of her mouth made that expression very subtle. The sounds that she could elicit from him were encouraging. At his command, full of desire, the woman hummed a soft chuckle around him in response, the pressure around his cock increasing suddenly and only for a moment before she pulled her lips off from him. Her fingers continued to play along his length, pulling and tugging down again, jerking him despite the pause.

She didn't pause to speak, however. She gazed at him a moment through the veil of her dark lashes, lips momentarily licking against her sultry smile. Her hands left him to run down the soft delineation joining his thighs to his center, curling beneath the sheets and against his rear. Nipping and kissing that rigid length from its end to its end, Sarka's kisses went below the line of his vision, her nose nuzzling against the center and base of his shaft. As her fingers tensed to encourage him to raise his hips just barely, her lips and tongue pressed against his hanging sac, drawing one of those fleshy orbs into her mouth. Her knees went back and arched up her rear to better position herself for the lowered angle.

As she suckled upon those quaint globes, one of her hands coming back up to press and rub her palm over the standing length. Her eyes opened to watch his reaction as the other palm centered beneath his muscled rear, fingers playing beneath the firm cheeks and between them. Firm and purposeful, she took her time and soon returned her attentions to closing the heat of her mouth against the cool and wet surface she had left behind around him, working diligently.
 
If she was pleased that her mouth was able to garner such unambiguous approval from him, it reflected only the slightest fraction of the pleasure he was taking in it. For the suction and pressure she applied to his manhood with those talented lips left pleasure shooting through him and racing through his nerves. Although when her mouth parted from him his expression seemed surprised and rather unhappy about it.

Although as her lips returned to him and drifted along his prick, her mouth’s absence was forgiven. His body shifted at her urging and he felt her tongue pressing to his testicles. She suckled upon those sensitive orbs and they ached in response, swelling at her attentions, as gasps and groans would part his lips as the sensation was particularly intense. “oh gods you are amazing..” His balls ached and his cock was rigidly stiff, and he could not imagine being any more turned on.

He felt her hand stroking him as her fingers slipped down beneath him. He looked at her rather curiously rather unsure exactly what she was about there. But before he could really inquire about her mouth had returned to his prick. His hand moved to rest upon her cheek as his fingers slid over that soft skin and drifted through her hair. His cock was throbbing and he relished every moment of her rather skillful oral exertions.
 
She couldn't help but to hum her soft chuckle at his words, as if she knew her capability in giving head would exceed average expectations. And she did. After all, it was something that every man seemed to appreciate and enjoy, most more than others and some preferring it over anything else completely.

Her green-gray eyes looked up briefly from where she was sucking him off again when he touched her, as if the motion were of some curiousity. Why would he have need to caress and touch her? Soon though, her gaze dropped, allowing his hand to linger. Her own palms ran up and down his inner thighs before planting set, flat around the base, providing some leverage for her head to begin bobbing up and down upon him.

Her tongue would briefly toy with the engorged head of his penis before her suction would intensify and bring her down, deep, each time. The undulation of her soft palate and throat tightened around his tip as she nearly swallowed him whole each interval.
 
Sigmund leaned back into the bed, and a groan parted his lips. He felt her mouth about him and the rather constant. He noted the curious look he was given when he caressed her cheek, as though she’d found that action puzzling. He seemed to like playing with her hair all the same. He simply grinned to her and then moaned while he watched her begin to bob her head up and down along his shaft.

He’d feel her tongue slide over his head before she began to take him deeply down into her throat. He gazed at her and couldn’t help but grin. He felt the tightness of her throat closing around his prick as he murmured “Soo good.” To her as his cock began to throb rather urgently. He felt that steady downward stroke as she’d swallow around his prick and take him into her throat. His prick throbbed urgently as she bobbed her head up and down along it, and his breathing became rather more rapid as well.

His breath was quick and his hips began to rock slightly upwards towards her mouth as she devoured his shaft. He made an ‘mm’ sound and then simply moaned as her attentions continued. A deeper groan was soon elicited as his seed erupted into her mouth and poured into her belly. That hot sticky cum would surge forth and splatter against her throat before sliding downwards inside her. Strand after strand of that creamy fluid exploding from the tip of his prick would gush into her. Letting her taste that salty essence as his body seemed to course with blissful pleasure.
 
She could feel the urgency in his shaft as it tightened and throbbed within her mouth, and taste the precum that oozed from its tip as he came closer and closer to climax. It was encouraging, like a predator tasting blood and needing the kill. And it came soon enough. The hot and silken ribbons dance down her throat as she swallowed his load without a hitch or gasp for everything that was already in her mouth. She could feel the liquid spreading through her chest as it washed down, and she made sure to suck him dry with all that he could give her, fingers massaging his balls to squeeze and draw out the last drop it could at current offer her.

She pulled off of his tip with a dainty little suction, allowing just a bit of his seed to finish oozing over the exposed tip and down to her fingers where she supported it while she began to sit up. A small portion left a translucent white trail down the corner of her mouth, and with the back of her wrist she wiped it up to her tongue before cleaning first one hand, and then letting go of him to begin licking the rest from the fingers of her other.

"Best nourishment I've had in weeks," she purred, tucking a stray curl to her ear as she finished cleaning him up with a kiss upon the side of his thick member. "Hardly all wealthy men taste so good. Perhaps its in your rearing." She contemplated to herself, sitting back when she seemed to be satisfied with the aftermath of her work. "Now, love, will you have need for food or bath while you rest up a bit?" She was no servant, but she was quite willing to tend to him. His coins would take care of her quite well in turn, after all.
 
Sigmund groaned and felt her mouth about him as he came. Her fingers squeezed and stroked his testicles as she milked and swallowed down every drop of semen he could muster. To say it was a thoroughly satisfying experience didn’t begin to even cover the matter. Bliss and pleasure shot through him and he was all but somewhat a daze as he looked at her. His grin was rather broad as he murmured “gods you are good at that.” In truth he was rather tempted in a moment of childish glee to simply say ‘do it again’.

He seemed fascinated in watching her fingers become first slick with his seed as she released his prick after lapping at its oozing head. The catlike manner in which she cleaned her fingers off was rather sensual as well. He grinned to her as she praised the taste of his seed and proclaimed it excellent nourishment. “Ah well there is plenty more where that came from and I should hardly want to deny you such precious nourishment.” He wasn’t tired although having taken her and then being drained rather expertly by her mouth was instilling a sense of contentment upon him.

As she suggested a bath or food as he rested a moment, he simply grinned and remarked “Why not both?” The innkeeper would be a cooperative sort, after all the fellow knew a rich costumer when he saw one. Even if neither he nor the rather lovely Sarka had any inkling as to his identity, as his comrades had managed to keep their mouths shut on the matter. A degree of anonymity was pleasant as a change, after all far too many addressed him and appraised him by his title as opposed to any quality he possessed. Although the woman with him seemed motivated by coin, but he somehow doubted that she’d be quite as accommodating were he a rich and disfigured old man as opposed to a rather handsome young one.

If nothing else Sarka was something he rather thought he’d enjoy for the course of the winter. She had a fine if slightly malnourished form. His fingers soon were playing in her hair and then his hand would slide down her side to let his hand grope the curvature of her buttocks as she sat down beside him. He rather liked the touch and feel of her and she was a most pleasant diversion from hearing the petty grievances over everyone within a hundred miles.
 
“Both? A rather fine idea, that,” Sarka agreed, shifting her hips to momentarily sit and still his hand as he continued to touch the plump of her rear, if only to let him know that she was aware of the attention. “We’ll come back to this all too soon.” She assured him, bending to place a chaste kiss at his lips before moving away to stand up from the bed. Tugging away one of the mused sheets from the edge of the stuffed mattress, the white swirled once around her bare shoulders before being tucked underneath them into place. It was a simple form of modesty that wasn’t quite. At least she noted to be somewhat decent at all when intending to make an outside request. A portion of the sheets parted high over her thigh, leaving the bottom outline of her backside to him and the room as she made her way to the door and unlocked it to peek outside.

“Oy, Maggie, c’mere.” She summoned a maid for the Inn towards their room as she spotted her in the hall. Sarka took a half step out into the open space, closing the door partly behind her to at least give his privacy and quiet their voices. Their manner of speaking together was familiar and vernacular. She obviously frequented the tavern and inn enough to be like an unofficial employee with the business she brought. “Be a doll and fetch a few things for me, won’cha?”

“What?!” A shriek went up in the foyer.

“Oh don’t be like that…” Most of what the other woman protested with was that she had her own work. And while she didn’t actually approve of Sarka’s, she didn’t seem particularly adverse or put off by it either. To each their own. Still, it didn’t mean that Maggie was all too willing to leave her duties to aid Sarka’s. “Fine, fine, get word to Duncan.” Sarka suggested, concluding the flurry of words. “Can’t very well leave a good man, can I? Jus leave it all here and I’ll fetch it.”

“Hmph. Hard to get a little help these days, ain’t it?” Sarka mused, more to herself, as she made her way back to the bed. “Apologies for that bit of unpleasantness, my dear. It may be a moment yet.” The sheet loosened and draped her curves before she spread it over his body to share, settling into bed next to him. “Why don’t you tell me about your perfect lover in the meanwhile?” She asked to entertain him. “Gorgeous man like you must verily have a harem.”
 
Sigmund heard her complimenting his choice of electing to have both food and a bath. He seemed rather used to having people wait upon him so as she shifted her hips and kissed him lightly he simply stretched out and sighed in a contented manner. A grin graced his lips as he watched her slip a sheet around her form. He idly tugged at the sheet as he teasingly remarked “Is that all the fashion now?” Although she’d stilled his hand a moment before as she wrapped herself in a sheet and moved towards the door he’d grope her bottom for good measure.

The prince would hear the yelled exchange that took place between the two women and really did nothing to interject. After all it wasn’t his role to figure out these sort of details, it was why others were paid to do it for him. He simply sprawled on the bed as his eyes idly roved over Sarka’s figure rather appreciatively. As the exchange of words continued he’d smile faintly as he was referred to as a good man. Although it seemed rather mild compared to the praise those who knew his position rather easily lavished on him.

Sigmund smiled as he idly noted “Hard? Hmm I’ve no complaints about the help I’ve been getting recently.” He winked to her and simply waved his hand slightly dismissively as she apologized for any unpleasantness. He felt her settle down against him and his fingers trailed along her side.

He tilted his head and his face lay on its side gazing at her for a moment. “My perfect lover? Hmm..I’m not sure exactly what that would be.” His hand would drift to her cheek and trail over her skin as he noted “Pretty without a doubt, flexible, eager, adventurous and skilled.” He chuckled softly as he idly noted “Someone I was comfortable with, could easily talk to and like who I was beyond any other considerations.” As she suggested that he must have a harem he chuckled softly “A harem? Why do you want to be in it?”
 
Resting up on her elbow, head cradled in her palm with her hair through her fingers, her cheek inclined into his hand as he touched her. The mirth from her smile glimmered her ochre orbs as if they were flecked with gold. The first portion of his reply had been more of her expected answer. The second delved a bit deeper, more into a personal aspect that betrayed his sincerity. What he had said was universal of anyone and their ideal mate, wasn’t it? But his implication for being who he was, whoever that might have been, was not lost on her. What other considerations were there in particular, she wondered? But again, prodding at his secrets was not why she had been paid. He had told her his ideals, and it was her job to become just that, if she wasn’t already. Fortunately his requirements were by no means difficult to conceptualize and quite reasonable.

His answer to her remark on harems brought about a short laugh. Was he teasing her? “Darling, I would be the harem,” she told him before chuckling in spite of herself. And then more modestly, more thoughtfully, “No, a man can’t possibly be satisfied with one woman. It’s why I have a job at all.” She had met with and entertained so many different kinds of people. The confident ones, the broken ones, the fickle and guilty ones. Men who hated the lives they led and needed an escape, men who were disillusioned with the idea that they could grow old with someone and yet could always have the company of a lovely young woman. And with the right amount of gold, they could.

She shifted a bit, deciding that it would be better to rest in the crook of his arm, propped up on his chest instead to flush her own against him. It was one of those nice and intimate little feelings, skin on skin. "Tempting as it is to be one of yours in that golden city, I doubt your cage would hold this wild little red bird for long." Teasingly, she couldn't help but to grin as she kissed him briefly on the lips and sweetly laid her cheek upon his heart. "Why? Would I make a nice little addition to that collection?" Assuming he had one, but even if he didn't, it was an entertaining notion to be sure.
 
Sigmund found it slightly strange to have her questioning him as to the nature of his ideal lover. On the other hand it made some sense, after all she was to provide him with ongoing ‘amusement’ as opposed to simply disappearing once his eyes fell shut, unless he should choose some time later to avail himself of her charms once more. He supposed that with her “retainer” expected to last for months that it perhaps made sense for her to seek to grasp and accommodate his desires. Although it amused him slightly as it seemed far more like a painter attempting to probe a patron’s preferences than his previous dealings with those of her trade.

He grinned as she proclaimed that she would be the harm. “Oh your that good are you?” Sigmund rather teasingly suggested “Now that I’ve experienced you, I shall never want another?” He leaned in to kiss her cheek as he noted “A rather ambitious program that.” He shrugged slightly as he noted “Well if a man is to be satisfied with one woman she’d have to be like a goddess in bed and near to perfect out of it as well. “ He laughed as he added “And she’d likely have to be as wanton as a bitch in heat, and keep the man drained for him to lack any urge to see what other sources of amusement he could discover eh?”

He felt her slight form lean against him and his hand slipped to stroke through her hair. “Ah but would it be a cage for you? You would have more wealth than you’d ever dreamed of, be accorded more respect in your position than your current status will give you amongst the people of this city. You’d be treated kindly and all that would be required of you would be to please me.” He smiled rather impishly “Would it be a cage if you actually had servants of your own to wait upon you?”

“Well with you I think I’d be rather tempted to start such a collection.” His tone was rather teasing “Why do you have recommendations for other girls I should acquire?” He winked to her as he leaned back and idly noted “After all I think that must be as close to a man can get to feeling like a god, to be surrounded by pretty young women, each seeking nothing more than to bring him pleasure.”
 
She liked the conversation. The nature of it and all its implications and insight. But she was also aware that it was possible to go on too long, delve on too deep. By then it wouldn’t be his needs that she was satisfying any longer, but her own. Men preferred more peace and quiet anyhow. Her eyes were half lidded as he ran his fingers through the long copper stands, luxuriating in the feel of it. His painting of a picture to a similar, but different, life was like a twisted little dream. After waiting on others and scraping from the bottom for so long, why would she ever wish to do that to another pitiful thing ill-fated by birth? “Oh, it may yet still be a cage,” She told him. “After all, haven’t you ever felt trapped?” He was obviously educated, wealthy, and yet far from home as naught but a soldier in the ranks, able to die at any moment in any battle. That had to be some sort of escape.

“I could surely make a few recommendations, though,” She grinned, on a lighter note. She had some good or tolerable friends, but more rivals who really was a true bitch, though not only with respect to providing worldly pleasures. “Us girls tend take care of one another. Those brothels, though, are another story. ” She made a face at that, dispelling the thought as soon as it had cropped up. “If you’d like to play a god this winter, I might make some exception…” she trailed thoughtfully. “I usually don’t do groups.” She ran her palm over the length of his arm until she intertwined her fingers with that of his free hand. A tremble ran through her frame as she squeezes his hand while she stretched a bit, suppressing a yawn while she turned over to her back.

“Where in the world is that water?” She thought out loud. No sooner had the words passed her lips did the door knock and call, summoning her up again. “Speak’o the devil.” She promptly got up again, taking the sheet once more with her. As she tucked it beneath her arms, “I’ll have you know this is all the fashion now, indeed.” With a wink, “In the bedroom.”

At the door, the Inn proprietor, Duncan, was at the other side with his usual displeased expression. They exchanged a few hushed words, quite quieter than the first round with Maggie, and soon Sarka was at work, shifting the large pails of hot water from the hall into the room despite the other man’s insistence to carry them in for her. She managed well, being a working girl to begin with, the tone of her arms more apparent as she carefully lifted and balanced the water.
 
Sigmund shrugged as he remarked “There are times when things are required of me that I should rather not do. Yet all the same, my life is good and I can do virtually anything I wish. So I cannot say that it is a restraint. Few things come without its price. I rather doubt that anyone from the highest to the lowest ever lives a life that could be deemed absolutely perfect. The worries and problems just change from one station to another. A poor farmer must worry only for his family and himself. A merchant worries for his ships, his family and his business. A King bears the weight of an entire country on his shoulders.”

He gazed at her for a moment “I wouldn’t say that any of them are caged for all three can manage a good and happy life. What makes them happy is like as not rather similar and their worries are different in their extent. But they have no cages, just responsibilities and functions to perform.” He smiled to her as his fingers idly drifted across her cheek “After all I could fill your pockets with as much gold as you can carry. I don’t doubt you’d think I had set you on your way for life without a care ever needing to be thought after. Free as a bird eh?”

“But to have that, you’d still face the prospect of being robbed. Some highway men may come to shake you down upon the road, or a burglar creeping into your home or even a pickpocket in the streets. For even your greatest friend may grow jealous and conspire to steal from you the moment they think you’ve experienced unfair good fortune which you’ve not undertaken to share with them.” He kissed her cheek lightly as he idly noted “Even if you were assured the money should not be stolen, it may be persuaded from you by others as you thought you could spare it, and no doubt with so much gold you would think to live much better than you ever had before. Ah but with that being the case how long should it be before you soon rubbed the last two coins together and wondered how you should come upon any more? Not long I should think.”

Although he seemed to stray from that point as she turned to his mention of how one could life closest to a god. He smiled to her as he teasingly noted “You must like me.” His tone was rather amused “I should rather think you’d be reluctant to share at all one who could bring you such good fortune, in fear that I should take a shine to another.” He felt her hand sliding along him before she leaned against him. He leaned in and lightly kissed her neck as she lay beside him. “Although I’m far beneath a god, I think I should like to feel as close to a man may be to one.” He smiled to her as he noted “Find me two of your friends and I should think in addition to yourself and I don’t doubt I shall be pleased until it feels as though I shall melt.”

Sigmund hadn’t thought as to where the water was. Although his stomach growled so he rather wondered about the food. His fingers pinched Sarka’s ass through the sheet as she donned it and went to the door. He saw her exchanging quiet words and then pulling pails of hot water into the room. He propped himself up upon and elbow and asked “Do you need a hand with that? They looked somewhat heavy for you.”
 
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