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In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

“I want its skull,” Astrid decided, recalling the trophy room Lord Verrier kept. “We should display it in our home, as a testament to your strength and skill. And as a warning to our enemies.”

“Yes,” Ostred agreed, waving toward the massive corpse, “let it deter your enemies among bear-kind from taking up arms against you.” Astrid laughed alongside her husband, and leaned against him.

Hilda laughed as well, smacking Ostred on the shoulder, “Idiot.”

“By the mountain,” gasped the Duke, as he rode into the clearing. “What... what happened here?”

“My husband was extremely brave,” Astrid boasted, squeezing Ellistair even tighter.

“Or extremely stupid,” Hilda offered, under her breath but loud enough for her brother to hear. Kanimir glanced in her direct, trying to comprehend what was said, but she continued before he could ask, “Nevertheless, he and Princess Astrid felled a monstrous bear.”

“Ah, prince Ellistair, you have redeemed yourself for middling showing in the rest of the hunt. I shall have my attendants dress the body and send it on to your estate. Now that we know we have no casualties of note, I look forward to you regaling us with your tale over dinner.”

Astrid, finding herself a touch sulky that the duke ignored her contribution in slaying the bear, found an easy rebuttal, “Excellent, Duke Kanimir. Shall we serve the venison I bagged at this meal?”




Despite the excitement of the day, dinner wasn’t an agitated affair. Ellistair did recount his tale of fighting the dire bear, but he did not neglect to give Astrid her due. But they’d been eyefucking each other since returning from the hunt, and the fact that Hilda could hear them from her room was enough to inspire her to sneak off for a while. Which was entirely why she’d ended up in the courtyard with Ostred at this time of night. Alone.

“I am sure some good will come of this day. Perhaps you and Astrid have proven once and for all that a woman can indeed handled herself on a hunt,” Ostred suggested.

Hilda crossed her arms over her chest. “Doubt it. I’m sure uncle Kanimir has already written my father letter complaining about how Astrid and I ruined his hunt and got his son injured. As if we didn’t save Kamil from the bear, or that Astrid was the who ultimately killed it.”

“Why let a silly little thing like the truth get in the way of a good grievance,” he offered. Hilda snorted, a sound anyone else would have reminded her was not ladylike.

“Ostred, yes. Prince’s Ellistair’s man, is it?” Kamil asked. Not so much alone anymore.

Ostred and Hilda looked back, Hilda trying not to look guilty. They hadn’t been doing anything, of course, but it was unbecoming a woman of her stature to be found alone with an unrelated man. Especially one so far below her station. Clearing his throat, Ostred replied, “Yes, my Lord?”

Kamil was walking with crutch after this morning, his leg braced with a strong stick to keep him steady. At his side was a pretty woman in a plain, rough spun dress. A corset bodice emphasized her lithe figure, slipping slightly as she curtsied deeply before them.

“I wanted to commend you on your bravery, in watching over Princess Hilda, when I was unable to,” Kamil started. While Hilda did appreciate having Ostred there, he did little to keep her safe. Still she held her tongue. “To show my appreciation of your service, I’ve asked Esther here to tend to you. In any way you might desire.”

Hilda restrained her frown as she examined the girl, picking out a dozen flaws. Part of her knew she wasn’t being fair to this woman, who likely had little choice in the matter, but it was hard to think rationally now. It was a surprising relief when Kamil offered her his free arm. “Princess Hilda, as it is getting late, shall I walk you back to your room?

Considering what was likely about to happen, it was probably best. “Yes, thank you, Cousin.” Hilda turned away from Ostred to walk with Kamil, wishing it didn’t hurt so much.
 
Leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, Ostred watched Hilda depart with Kamil before turning his attention back to Esther. She was certainly attractive, and under most circumstances he wouldn’t have minded laying her at all. But like this? Just handed over like a prize at a fair? It rankled him.

She shifted uneasily user his gaze. “Shall we go, sir..?”

His reply was a short bark of laughter. “No, no, I’m not a ‘sir’ - I’ve no titles of nobility. My name’s Ostred. Ostred Kell. You?”

She seemed taken aback, surprises at the question. “Esther Tanner.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Esther Tanner,” he said, pushing away from the wall. “Sir Kamil said you were to tend to me in any way I might desire?”

Esther clearly tried to hide the apprehension in her eyes. “Yes.”

Smiling, he offered her his arm. “Well, then. It’s a beautiful evening, so come take a walk with me.”



“I wanted to thank you, Princes,” Kamil said as they walked. “For trying to help me, when I was trapped beneath my horse. It might have been wiser for you to flee from the bear, but instead you displayed bravery rivaling that of our noblest cataphracts. And I would be honored to have you ride beside me on any hunt.”

He walked beside Hilda for a few minutes in silence, then cleared his throat. “May I speak frankly, Princess?” Another pause, and then he continued slowly. “I know you do not see me as an ideal husband and, well, I understand. My sister married Lord Corbin when she was sixteen and he forty-one, and she was none too pleased with the arrangement at the time.”

He hesitated, considering his words. “I won’t insult you by professing my love for you - we hardly know one another well enough for that. But, especially after today, I respect you and admire your courage. And your temperament would be well-suited to Euthoria. We are a strong-willed people, after all.” He offered a knowing smile. “And yes, I will admit that there are advantages to my family to marrying into the royal line. But, consider the advantages our union would offer you. This duchy is the wealthiest in all Landis, after all.”

His expression turned serious once more as he held up a Yan. “No, I’m not asking for any decisions. I just... I ask that you think upon the matter. I may not be the man you dreamed of, but... well. I flatter myself that I am not such a bad match as you may fear.”
 
Ostred was handsome, Ester considered. Strong too, she noted as she took his arm. Not as old as some of the men Kamil gave her to, perhaps even younger than her, by a few years. And he seemed nice, at least.

“How do you find Euthoria, Ostred?” Esther asked as she walked beside him. The evening was brisk, but not uncomfortable, though his warmth was welcome against the occasional cool breeze. “We are having nice weather now, but in a couple month it will be too cold to stroll about at night, like this.”

As they walked, she wondered where he planned to take her. Some men had her in a proper bed, but others preferred something a bit more discreet, like the stable. Regardless, Lord Kamil insisted she take good care of the man, and Esther wouldn’t dare disobey. He’d taken good care of her and their son, despite her being a whore and the boy being a bastard. For all he did for her, sure she could stomach this for him. “Where shall we retire to this evening?”



Hilda kept a blank expression on her face while Kamil walked her through the halls of the keep, holding down her dismay at his argument. She’d heard the points before, from her father, as he went on and on about what a good match they’d be. At least Kamil had the respect to acknowledge how much older he was then her, a point her father away brushed off when she brought it up. In many ways, Kamil felt like an inevitability, the match her father would eventually force upon her. There were only a handful of other suitors her father would accept, but none of them appealed to him as much as Kamil.

“I can assure you it will be given thought,” Hilda agreed, forcing a smile on her lips. As if she might be allowed to forget, for even one night. As if she could imagine a life where she might choose her lover based on her own desires, and not based on how he could benefit her family. What Ellistair had done. Oh, marrying Astrid might strengthen relations with Mount Fearfire, but clearly that was not why he pursued her. But he was the son and heir, and allowed the occasional irresponsible indulgence.

Speaking of Ellistair, it seemed he and Astrid had finally given it a rest by the time she returned to her room. Thankfully, because this was already an awkward conversation, and the enthusiastic cries of her brother and sister in law would have made it that much worse. Hilda just wished she could get to sleep before they decided to start up again.

“Thank you again, Lord Kamil,” Hilda offered, untangling from his arm. “I wish you a speedy recovery from your injuries, and perhaps we can ride and hunt together again, in the future.”
 
“How do you find Euthoria, Ostred?” Esther asked, clearly anxious and nonplussed.

“Well,” Ostred said gravely. “Mostly I followed the Great Road. Euthoria sits along it.” Laughing at his own joke, he looked at her. The subtle tension in her jaw remained, perhaps intensified a little. “But, no. It’s nice. Warmer than I expected, even.”

“We are having nice weather now,” she replied seriously. “but in a couple month it will be too cold to stroll about at night, like this.”

“Well then,” Ostred said, feeling a chill breeze on his face. “I should be glad the Prince married when he did.”

He fell silent, navigating the unfamiliar streets. Esther’s anxiety must have been building, though, because she finally blurted out the question that must have been consuming her. “Where shall we retire to this evening?”

“Hm? Oh, that.” He gestured ahead. “There’s a pleasant little tavern up here, if I haven’t lost my bearings. They don’t water the wind too badly, and the quality of the food is, well, middling. But the servings are large and a royal bodyguard doesn’t get invited to eat at the Duke’s banquet.” He stopped, then turned to examine her nervous expression. “Look,” he finally said. “Yes, I’ve whored before and I’ll probably do it again. But I’m not going to force myself on you, just because his nibs handed you over like a prize at a fair.” He shivered as another breeze blew. “Besides, these mountain winds are freezing my balls anyway. So let’s go get something warm in our bellies, and then we can figure out what sort of grand lies you’ll be telling about what I’m like in bed. All right?”
 
Esther stared at Ostred for a few moments, before allowing herself to laugh, and relax. “I imagine you are very popular with the whores then. It’s not often we are treated with such chivalry. Well, aside from the mention of your balls.” Now, without the pressure to perform, it was easy to walk on his arm, and just enjoy his company.

The tavern, Stagshead Inn, was warm, and lively this evening, as many of the royal retinue found themselves here. Still, they found a table, and a glass of wine sounded like just the thing she needed to cast off the last bit of tension she carried.

“So, what should I say, to preserve your reputation?”


Despite Ostred’s playful words from the night before, it was hard not to think of him bedding the whore Kamil offered him. And why not? She was pretty, and under no obligation to preserve her virtue for her future husband.

Ugh, she’d never get any sleep like this, stewing in her jealousy. There were a couple books on the end table, books she’d borrowed from Astrid. Songs of the Onyx Queen might prove to be a dull historic tome, perfect for dozing off. What she found instead was a series of letters and poems between husband and wife, that depicted an arranged, political marriage evolving into a passion affair between the ruling couple. Some of it was pretty hot, but Hilda found herself most interested in the fact that they shared a harem, filled with beautiful women and gorgeous men, and found no shame in slaking their hungers amongst them. That didn’t sound like such a bad arrangement, Hilda thought with a smirk, unwilling to fight the heat that fluttered at her core. Her hands slid down her stomach and under the skirts of her nightgown, imagining keeping such an arrangement herself. An arrangement she knew could only exist in her dreams.

In her mind, a fire blazed in the hearth, and she sat on a fur rug with Ostred. He was shirtless, and she didn’t have much more on herself.

“Now this?” He whispered, breath hot on her ear, rough hands gentle on her skin, as he brushed her hand over the shiny black fur of the bearskin rug, “This will be much softer on your back.”

Despite the urge to lie down, to let him crawl over her, Hilda found herself feeling feisty. “Who said anything about my back?” She repeated her line from earlier, taking on a new meaning as she pushed Ostred down instead. He didn’t fight her, not much at least, and she followed him down, pressing herself into his chest.

Hilda’s fingers moved faster, rubbing her throbbing clit in a circular motion, and the wet heat between her thighs grew. How would Ostred’s fingers feel, touching her so? Or, oh fuck, his cock? Despite her efforts to keep silent, she gasped at that, fantasizing about straddling him, taking him inside her. The fantasy version of herself writhed atop him, while she writhed in that bed, biting her own lip to hold back her moans and cries.

Once her orgasm died away, so did her sweet fantasies. Now, she felt even worse. Lonelier, somehow. What good did it do to imagine such things that could never be? But, at least now she was tired.
 
“So,” Esther asked with a playful little smile, “what should I say, to preserve your reputation?”

Damn. That smile suddenly made him wish he hadn’t decided to take the high road. “Well, I’m a vain man. So, if we’re preserving my reputation... hang on.” He held up a finger as a waitress approached. “A pitcher of red wine and two glasses, please. And...” he checked the fireplace. “Some of whatever that is that’s roasting, and whatever you’re serving with it. For two.”

“Right you are,” she replied, starting to turn away, then she turned back, quickly eying them both. “Name’s Eliza, if you need anything.” When she left, it was with an exaggerated sway of the hip. Ostred watched her go, appreciating the sway before turning his attention back to Esther.

“Where was I?” he asked. “Oh, yes. My reputation. Well, as far as my reputation is concerned, I’d rather like you to say that I demonstrated an inexhaustible mastery of carnal delights that will forever more make the touch of any other man seem a pale shadow of the night you spent with me. Because, like most men, Inam utterly vain. Oh, and thank you Eliza.” He collected the mugs and pitcher from the waitress. She bobbed a little in reply and leaned forward, offering a glimpse of her cleavage before withdrawing.

“However,” he said, pouring the wine and pushing one mug to Esther, “that may not be the best thing to say. You are, I believe, in the service of Lord Kamil? No doubt he harbors simple lad beliefs about himself, and I doubt he would be pleased to hear you waxing rapturous about a night in my bed.” Sipping his wine, he cocked his head and looked at Esther. “So. What story would benefit you the most?”
 
Esther leaned on her chin on her hand, the pose emphasizing her own cleavage. Especially as she leaned in towards him. “Oh, I dunno. I am having a hard time imagining a night filled with such carnal delights. Perhaps if you demonstrated, I could give an honest account…” Then she laughed and sipped at her wine. Ostred was charming indeed, and now that sleeping with him felt less like a chore and more like a choice, she found herself quite open to the idea. Though, the pretty barmaid had her own appeal. It’d be nice to share a bed with another woman and not have to put on a show for some man.

“But, as you figured out, my main duty is keeping Lord Kamil happy. Which, in this situation, includes keeping you happy. And there is the rub.” Though, Esther found she didn’t mind that rub so much. Maybe even looked forward to it, if she could convince Ostred to fuck her. Luckily, she had an angle.

“Now, it’s going to be seen as insult not to take me to bed. Especially if someone notices you picking up the barmaid instead. But taking me and Eliza back to your room would expound your reputation.” She finished off her glass and poured a second. “That is, if she does want to get into your bed, and isn’t just looking for a big tip.”

“Oh, I am hoping for much more than just the tip,” Eliza answered, brushing her body against Ostred to bend over the table and place a plate before Esther.

“Well, there’s that,” Esther tore into chunk of ham, chewing it thoughtfully before smirking, “So, when are you off, Eliza?”

Eliza made a show of looking over Esther before answering. “Once dinner rush is over. Though, I’ve yet to eat, so I am quite hungry.”
 
“But, as you figured out, my main duty is keeping Lord Kamil happy. Which, in this situation, includes keeping you happy. And there is the rub.” Esther explained, giving Ostred a speculative look that matched the one she’d given the waitress.

“Oh?” Ostred replied casually, smiling as he sipped his wine. He wasn’t planning on forcing himself on the pretty blonde, but it was rapidly becoming clear that forcing wasn’t the issue now. “Tell me more, Esther.”

“Now, it’s going to be seen as insult not to take me to bed,”she answered. “Especially if someone notices you picking up the barmaid instead.”

He frowned, putting on a show of concentration. “Well,” he said gravely, “I certainly don’t wish to give offense. How should we proceed, then?”

“But taking me and Eliza back to your room would expound your reputation.” She finished off her glass and poured a second.

He nodded, keeping up his facade of gravity even as he felt his cock harden at the suggestion. “It certainly would,” he agreed.

“That is, if she does want to get into your bed, and isn’t just looking for a big tip.”

“Oh, I am hoping for much more than just the tip,” Eliza answered, brushing her body against Ostred to bend over the table and place a plate before Esther.

“I am known for my largesse,” Ostred answered, stroking Eliza’s fingers as he took the second plate from her.

“Well, there’s that,” Esther tore into chunk of ham, chewing it thoughtfully before smirking, “So, when are you off, Eliza?”

Eliza made a show of looking over Esther before answering. “Once dinner rush is over. Though, I’ve yet to eat, so I am quite hungry.”

Ostred sliced off a bite of ham and chewed, savoring the flavor. “Why don’t you join us then, once the rush is over? We can find somewhere quiet and enjoy an intimate dinner. Just the three of us.”

“It sounds delightful,” Eliza smiled. Then she glanced over her shoulder as the other innkeeper called her name. “Coming!” She called.

“Not yet,” Ostred smirked. “But you will be.” He glanced sideways, catching Esther’s eye as the waitress scurried off. “Well,” he remarked with a shrug. “I do have a reputation to maintain.”



An hour passed in quiet conversation and light flirting, and with just enough wine to free the tongue. Ostred was in the middle of a story about accompanying the Prince to Mount Fearfire, when Eliza returned. The waitress dropped into a seat with a sound of gratitude, clearly glad to be off her feet. “Here you go,” he said, pouring her a glass and sliding it over.

“Thank you,” she replied, draining half of it at one go. Shifting in her seat she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “Now, Where shall we go?” As she said it, her bare foot traced a line up Esther’s calf. “I keep a room upstairs, but it’s be a tight fit for three.”

Ostred considered the question. “I’ve a room at the palace, but His Grace might frown on that.” He looked at Esther. “What do you think? You know the duchy better than I do.”
 
“As much as this might improve your reputation,” Esther started, keeping a straight face as one soft foot trailed up her leg, “you don’t want to appear to be showing up Lord Kamil.” Esther doubted she had to explain the politics to Ostred. He was far more entrenched in it than she was, after all. “So, tight fit or not, sounds like Eliza’s upstair room is our best bet. Besides, I doubt any of us minds a tight squeeze.”

The room, as it turned out, was a tight fir for the three of them. The bed looked like it might comfortable sleep two people, especially if they were cuddling. For the three of them, they’d have to get creative.

Esther, for her part, fell to her knees, lifting one of Eliza’s feet into her hands and massaging the sole. Eliza hummed into her closed mouth, “Oooh, that feels good. But don’t you need to tend to him first?” She motioned towards Ostred with her head.

“Nah, Ostred is giving me the night off. So I can decided who I want to take care of first. And you took such good care of us during dinner…” Ester’s massage worked up Eliza’s shapely calves, soft fingers digging into the tense muscles. Eliza fell back on her elbows, spreading herself a little more for Esther.

“Well, a girl could get used to this treatment.” She moaned this time, head tossed back as Esther worked her way even higher and added little kisses to the firm caress of aching muscles. Eliza’s fingers worked at unlacing her corset, full breasts moving with her quickening breaths. Heavy lidded eyes trailed over to Ostred, and Eliza gave him a lusty smile, “So, do you just like watching, or did you want to join us?”
 
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“You say that,” Ostred replied with a slow smile, “as if there were a clear choice. I mean, sure, joins by in is extremely appealing.” Crossing his arms, he made a show of tilting his head and critically examining Esther’s technique as she massaged her way up Eliza’s long leg. “But there is something equally delightful about simply watching beauty explore beauty.”

Eliza paused, bodice half unlaced as she gave him a sidelong look. “Is he always like this?” she asked.

Esther shrugged. “I wouldn’t know, really. He does strike me as a talker, though.” She gave him a sidelong look as well, before returning to massaging Eliza’s thigh. “A bit of a braggart as well.”

“Braggart? Me?” Ostred emphasized a note of shock and offense as he carefully pushed past Esther. “I assure you, ladies, that I am the very soul of humility!”

“Really?” Eliza giggled, then gasped as slender fingers caressed her inner thigh.

“Indeed I am,” Ostred declared, sitting himself just behind the barmaid. “I can assure you that nobody, nobody is more humble or self-affacing as I!” Smiling at his words, he gently began massaging Eliza’s neck.

“Nobody?” Esther smiled in return. “Even with all that posturing about ‘preserving your reputation’?”

Eliza groaned, reveling in the attention. “Oh? And what sort of posturing was this?” She asked, tugging the laces from her bodice and then sighing as Ostred’s callused hands eased the cloth down over her shoulders.

“Nothing in particular,” Ostred replied, kneading the muscles of her shoulders. “Just a recognition that I have a reputation to maintain.”
 
“I recall suggestions that you were a master of carnal delights.” Ester teased, teasing Eliza in turn as she trailed fingers over thighs and bunched up her long skirt. She edged closer to the barmaid, breathing deep of her lust, and feeling her own arousal grow. “That after this night, the touch of another man would pale in the memory of yours.”

“Master of carnal delights?” Eliza repeated, melting against Ostred’s firm chest. “Yes, clearly the words of a humble and modest man.” She chuckled, and then gasped, moaning long and low as Esther lifted a leg onto her shoulder. “Are you even sure you are the master of carnal delights among the three of us?”

Esther laughed now too, breath cool against Eliza’s heated sex. It was on the tip of her tongue to taunt him, but Eliza’s lovely pink lips seemed a more enjoyable destination for the tip of her tongue. And her cries were a more enticing response, as Esther explored her more deeply.

“You already have…have…such competition there…Such sweet…competition…fuck…” Eliza moaned, struggling for banter as a skilled tongue worked her over. Not that Ostred’s strong hands didn’t feel amazing on her shoulders. Sliding herself over his chest, she encouraged those hands lower down her body, until they found her breasts. “Perhaps you will… you will have more… luck… here?”
 
“Master of carnal delights?” Eliza repeated with a laugh that transformed into a gasp. “Yes, clearly the words of a humble and modest man.”

“I assure you,” Ostred replied mildly, his fingers gently kneading the muscles of her shoulders, “that I am a sneed a humble man, not given to wild boasting. I prefer to allow my actions to speak for me.”

Eliza’s reply was a long, low moan as she leaned back into his chest to allow her leg to go over Esther’s shoulder. “Are you even sure you are the master of carnal delights among the three of us?” she managed to ask, the words coming in breathy gasps as Esther pleasured her.

Master of carnal delights?” Eliza repeated, melting against Ostred’s firm chest. “Yes, clearly the words of a humble and modest man.” She chuckled, and then gasped, moaning long and low as Esther lifted a leg onto her shoulder. “Are you even sure you are the master of carnal delights among the three of us?”

“Well,” Ostred smiles, enjoying the sight of Esther enjoying the barmaid, “that is an interesting question.” One hand slid along her shoulder and up her neck, urging her to turn her face to his. His kiss was slow and lingering, exploring her mouth. “However would we find an answer to that?”

“You already have…have…such competition there…” Eliza moaned, her back pressing harder into his chest as she moved her hips, offering more of herself to Esther’s sweetly skilled tongue. “Such sweet…competition…fuck…” She shifted further, half-clothed body moving against him until he found himself cupping her firm breasts. “Perhaps you will… you will have more… luck… here?”

“I’ve never believed in luck,” Ostred replied, circling her nipples with his fingertips. “So often, it’s used as a way for the jealous to explain success.” Shifting around, he laid her back on the mattress and lowered his lips to the top of one breast. “Still,” he said, slick tongue teasing the taut flesh of her nipple, “you spoke of competition.” Lips gripped the hard flesh now, squeezing and tugging. “That means you’ll need some basis for comparison, won’t you?”

He tugged at her blouse, opening it further to expose her creamy skin to her navel. His lips followed the path revealed, slowly tracing her contours with soft kisses and teasing bites as he bunched her skirts around her hips with one hand. The kisses continued lower still, over her belly until he reached Esther’s face.

His first taste of Eliza’s pleasure came from Esther’s lips as he brushed his face against hers, kissing her as he encouraged her to adjust her position. Esther’s hands slid low, cupping Eliza’s ass and lifting her hips, making an offering of her to Ostred. Then she stared directly into his eyes as her tongue stared her dripped by slit. Ostred stared back, his own tongue circling and then caressing her clit as he reached up to cup a breast. Then the two of them joined in on the barmaid, tongues dueling and moving together as they explored Esther’s depths.
 
Eliza gasped, growing quickly overwhelmed by the dual attention paid to her, and enjoying her descent into ecstasy. Neither stopped as she trembled, Esther thrusting her tongue into Eliza’s slick channel, Ostred sucking and licking her pulsing clit, drawing out more and more rapture until she collapsed back into her mattress. “That was really too close to call. We are going to have to try again and again, until we have a clear answer.”

“However long it takes,” Esther agreed, rearing up now, and crawling over Eliza’s relaxed body to plant dripping kisses on her smooth skin. Finally straddling her hips, Eliza pulled Esther into a hungry kiss, sharing the taste of bliss lingering on her lips. Two sets of fingers pulled and tugged at the Esther’s laces, tossing her corset away and pulling her blouse up over her head. Now both women were topless, exploring each other’s soft curves. Esther’s hand molded to Eliza’s breasts, while Eliza’s hand trailed over Esther’s hips to grip her ass. Esther’s skirt was bunched over her hips, revealing a blossoming pink pussy, swollen lips dribbling in desire.

“So, which one of us gets the next orgasm?” Eliza teased, straining under Esther to see Ostred, and rubbing their bodies together in the process.

Esther giggled, and then gasped as curious fingers found her dripping cunt. Swaying hips met and withdrew from Eliza’s caress, reducing Esther to moans and sighs, until she finally found her voice, “Surely a master of carnal delights could pleasure both of us at once?”
 
“Oh, I certainly could,” Ostred replied, keeping his voice as casual as he could - a feat as hard as the aching erection that strained against his breeches. “I am, as you point out, a Master of Carnal Delights. And yet...”

“Wait,” Eliza laughed. “Did I just hear you say that like it was an actual title?”

“I have spent long hours training in and perfecting my craft,” he replied with a straight face. “But, as I was saying, I...”

“What would an Appretice of Carnal Delights be like?” Eliza wondered, slowly working a second finger into Esther’s dripping slit.

“Kamil,” Esther declared. “At best.” Then she moaned, arching her back and offering her breasts to Esther as fingers began moving in her once more.

Eliza’s lips found Esther’s breasts, suckling greedily in time with the movements of her fingers. “You’d better demonstrate soon,” She husked, staring at Ostred, “before we decide you are entirely unnecessary.”

“To be honest,” Ostred declared, carefully maneuvering to a position behind the two women, “any number of people greater than one is technically unnecessary.” Kneeling behind Esther, between Eliza’s spread thighs, he ran his hands over the prostitute’s back. “More increases the entertainment value, of course.”

Gently he pushed Esther forward, hiking her skirts up as he did. His lips ghosted over and down her spine as Eliza kissed and nipped at her lips and throat. “Much more fun,” he added, shifting so he could kiss along the curve of her rear and lower. At this angle his engirged cock was awkwardly posted need between the mattress and his hips, but he had a delightful view. Craning his head a little, he slid his tongue over Eliza’s slick fingers and Esther’s slippery folds. As he did, he used his fingers to part Esther’s lips and slowly push two fingers inside her. “Don’t you agree?” he murmured.
 
Esther moaned, enjoying the slow, deliberate rhythm of Eliza and Ostred fingers. Thick, stretching her pleasantly, moving against one another’s as they moved inside her. Ostred might talk too much, but his skill couldn’t be denied. Nor Eliza’s, as she teased and nipped at taut, firm nipples. “Your point has…has merits,” Esther agreed. The mattress shifted under her and Eliza as she bucked back into Ostred’s touch. Fucking herself on his thick fingers, and craving more of his tongue. More of Eliza’s tongue too, capturing it in her mouth.

The women shared a lingering kiss, sloppy and hungry and noisy. Both women moan into each other’s mouths, moist sounds of pleasure and desire. Friction grew, fingers moving harder and faster in her slick channel, dripping folds swallowing the offered digits.

“Seems like you’re enjoying the extra company,” Eliza cooed, her breathy voice melting the last of Esther’s resistance. Her slim fingers slipped from her tight slit to tease her throbbing clit. In turn, Ostred added a third finger

“I am…” Esther agreed. She licked and bit at Eliza’s throat, savoring the salty flavor of her skin. “Especially now that Ostred’s tongue is otherwise occupied.” In respond, he thrust deep inside her, drawing a gasp form her lips and a clench of her muscles.

“He’s pretty hot eating pussy, isn’t he?” Eliza purred, spreading her fingers so he could suck on Esther’s clit.

“He’s making me hot,” Esther admitted, words raspy as they fought her moans. “Really fucking hot… You… you both are…”

“Yeah, and you look fucking hot cumming. So cum hard for us baby,” Eliza demanded, trapping Esther’s bottom lips between her teeth. Conversation died out as their mouths came together again, Esther devouring Eliza’s mouth as rapture struck. Muscles tensed and flutters, gripping Ostred’s delightfully thick fingers, but neither he nor Eliza stopped, dragging out her orgasm until the pleasure was maddening. Esther was left gasping and heaving as her climax subsided, trembling legs struggling to hold her up.

Letting herself fall into Eliza’s softness, the women shared another kiss, lighter, but no less hungry. Esther craned her neck to face Ostred, smirking a sated smirk. “Looks like it’s your turn. What do you want, besides to gorgeous, lustful women in your bed?”
 
Ostred smirked back, mouth and chin glistening with Eliza’s juices. “Two gorgeous, lusty women seems an admirable starting point, to tell the truth.” He worked in keeping his voice casual, but there was no mistaking the lustful hunger in his eyes. Or in his dick either, which jutted iut from between his legs like an iron bar. “But, in truth, I have a dilemma.”

“Oh?” Eliza murmured, playing along. “And what dilemma is that?”

“Well,” Ostred replied, “I should very much like to fuck the both of you.”

“I’m not sure I see the dilemma,” Esther said.

“Ah, But you see,” Ostred declared, “I swore air would not force myself on you, simply because Kamil offered you to me. So there is my dilemma.”

The two women sniggered as they looked at each other. “That,” Esther declared, “is the most...”. Her statement cut off with a squawk of surprise ad Eliza shifted beneath her, rolling her onto her back,

“A marvelously chivalrous oath,” the barmaid declared, gripping Esther’s wrists and pinning them as she straddled her. “So, obviously, you need to make her want to be fucked.” Bracing her knees she arched her hips.

Ostred slid behind her, straddled Esther’s pinned thighs as he rubbed his precum-slick head against her dipping slit. “That’s it,” Eliza sighed, staring down into Esther’s eyes as she shifted and spread her legs a little more. “Make her want/AH!”

Ostred groaned in time with Eliza’s cry of pleasure, revelations by in the feel of her walls parting around his meat as he slowly pushed into her. “Like that?” he gasped as he felt his balls rest on Esther’s slick pussy.

“It’s... it’s a... a start...” Eliza gasped, eyes wide as he filled her. “But... you’ll have to...”. She gasped again, forgetting her comment as he began fucking her with slow, deep thrusts.
 
Eliza hovered over Esther, heavy breasts swaying to the rhythm of Ostred’s strokes. Moans echoed the tempo, drawn out cries of bliss. They were having sex practically on top of her, and Esther had to admit, it was pretty hot. Craning her neck, she could just kiss Eliza, and taste the cries of pleasure dripping from her lips. Esther freed one hand from Eliza’s grip as it weakened, the barmaid thoroughly enjoying Ostred’s pace. “Does he feel good in you?”

Eliza arched back, eyes closed and lips parted, “Yeah… oh fuck yes. So… so thick… and, and hard…” The words punctuated his thrusts.

“I want to see you cum on him,” Esther groaned, palming a heavy breast between them. Eliza’s moans turned into a sharp gasp as she pinched the nipple, before trailing downward. With a bit of exploring, she found the spot where Ostred entered Eliza, slick lips stretched taut around his dense shaft. He drove harder into Eliza, faster, and each time his balls smacked into Esther’s cunt, making her throb in need. Damn, she wanted this cock too. “I want to feel you cum on him, so I can feel him too.” Then, to encourage the process, she found Eliza’s clit and stroked it, teasing it to the momentum set by Ostred’s cock.
 
Ostred couldn’t really see most of what Esther was doing, but he could certainly feel her hand stroking his cock and Eliza’s clit, and fuck he wanted to cum. But he wanted t feel the barmaid cumming on his cock before he did. So he altered his pace, slowing his thrusts and driving deeper. “You heard her,” he grunted, slapping her ass as he drove her into Esther. “Cum on this thick meat.”

Eliza moaned inarticulately, clenching around him. With a grin he grabbed a fistful of her long hair, tugging her back onto his Vick and slapping her ass again. “You... hear me?” he growled, watching Esther nip at Eliza’s arched throat. “I want,,, this cunt...” He drive himself into her again. “Milking... the cum... out... of... my... cock!”

Eliza’s response was a whimpering cry of pleasure as she climaxed, her walls gripping his shaft as she pushed back onto him. He cried out as well, his own release emptying into her in pulsing spurts.
 
Eliza shuddered, sighed, riding out her climax as Ostred pumped her full of his heat. “Oh fuck,” she gasped, still throbbing against his cock. Finally, she could take no more, could hold herself up no more, and rolled over on her side, landing beside Esther. The blonde pressed their lips together, taking a hungry kiss. The mattress shifted as she did, shifting from beside Eliza to over her.

“So,” Esther breathed, lips still brushing against Eliza’s, “was he a master of carnal delights?”

Eliza laughed, a tired, sated laugh, before meeting his gaze with tired, sated eyes. “Maybe…just, maybe.” She pulled Esther into a kiss this time

“You hear that? Esther crooned, leaning back against his firm figure, “You’ve almost lived up to your reputation. Perhaps if you can give me a taste of what she just had, you can meet it?” She took a kiss from his lips now, while soft fingers teased his sticky cock. Biting his lip, she didn’t let him pull away, and gripped him even harder. “Fuck, I want this cock inside me,” She growled between kisses, moving her hand harder and faster on his shaft.

With a sudden burst of strength, she dragged him around, pushing him onto his back into the spot she’d just lain. The same spot where he fucked Eliza on top of her. She was on top now, adding a hungry mouth to enthusiastic hands as she got him hard enough to fuck. Eliza joined in, cuddling up to his side and taking a kiss, letting her hands explore his perspiring skin. One hand found Esther, greedily sucking her juices from his length, and she ran fingers through that lovely golden hair.

“Does he taste good with me on him?”

Esther glanced up, running her tongue from the base of his meat to the tip, before answering, “Delicious.” With her gaze still locked on Eliza’s, she swallowed his head, and fit him into her throat.
 
“Does he taste good with me on him?”

Esther glanced up, running her tongue from the base of his meat to the tip, before answering, “Delicious.”

There was a temptation to try and say something witty, but Ostred decided against it as Esther swallowed his hard shaft once more. Instead he just groaned into Eliza’s lips as the barmaid lingered over kissing him. His hand joinef hers in tangling in Esther’s hair as she slid up and down his length - not trying to set the pace, just holding on as she pleasures him.

“No smart remarks?” Eliza purred, biting his lip and nibbling on his chin. “Nothing clever to say?”

“The smartest thing I could say right now,” Ostred replied, lifting his hips and gently fucking up into Esther’s wet mouth, “is that I am turned the fuck on.”

She smirked and released Esther’s hair, trailing her fingers own her face and curling them around his spit-slick meat. “Oooh, he feels hard,” she remarked, moving her hand up and down to jerk him off into Esther’s mouth as she sucker him. “Is he hard enough?”
 
Esther indulged in one more deep suck, taking Ostred into her throat, before pulling off him with a wet plop. “Delightfully hard,” Esther appraised, breathing cool against the heat her saliva had left on him. But her skin was warm as she crawled up the length of his body. And her dripping slit was a slick, sultry glove that gripped his shaft as she sunk down.

“Oh fuuuuck…” she groaned out, eyes rolling back into her head.

“That good?” Eliza giggled, her own eyes glued on Esther’s perky breasts.

“Fuck yes, she moaned, clenching against his twitching manhood. She braced herself up with a hand on his firm stomach.

Eliza took a deeper kiss from Ostred, trailing soft fingers over his chest until she found his nipples. Taking it between her fingertips, she tugged and twisted him in the way she herself liked. Her teeth sought the other nipple, scrapping and sucking on the hardening budding, with eager attention on Esther’s movements. “So, is he a Master of Carnal Delights?”

“I think I might be the master of carnal delights,” Esther laughed, moving harder and faster now. “Especially once I fuck myself with his thick, hard cock.”
 
Ostred groaned into Eliza’s mouth as Esther’s heat gripped him, rocking his hips upwards to offer her more of his length. “Ladies,” he gasped, “Master of Carnal Delights is not an exclusive title.”

“I think you mean Mistress,” Eliza purred, circling one of his nipples with her tongue.

“Gods,” Esther sighed, “his cock got harder when you said that.”

“Is that so?” Eliza licked her lips, then watched Istred’s face as she bit his chest. “”You like your Mistress fucking your dick?”

Ostred rocked his hips upwards to meet Esther as she slid herself down his shaft. “I rather like the idea of being fucked by a Mistress of Carnal Delights...” he began.

Eliza dragged her nails down his chest, making him gasp. “Call her Mistress,” she growled.

Ostred glanced from one woman to the other, then smiled. “I like the idea,” he said slowly, “of my Mistress fucking herself on me.”

“Again,” Eliza growled, kissing the red marks she’d left on his chest.

“Are you enjoying riding my cock?” Ostred grinned. “Mistress?”

With a look at Esther, Eliza rose up and straddled Ostred’s face. “Put that tongue to work,” she ordered, pulling Esther into a hungry kiss. “And fuck your Mistress right!”
 
Esther moaned, relishing in Eliza’s delightful domination and Ostred’s sublime submission. That word, mistress, sounded so sweet come from them both. Sharp, insistent as Eliza made demands. Soft, worshipful as Ostred moaned praise of her technique.

Demonstrating impressive strength, Ostred rose to met her hips each time she slid down his length. Offering himself, all of himself, to her pleasure. Exuberantly, she accepted it, took it, riding him harder and faster.

“Fuck, yes! Fuck me… Fuck me with that thick cock,” she groaned, clenching tight as bliss built. Eliza provided another delightful layer, looking delicious as she rode Ostred face, perspiration on her skin catching the slivery moonlight. Hungry, she leaned forward and caught Eliza’s lips in a kiss, tongue fucking her mouth in time with Ostred’s momentum. Now, in this position, those quick, deep strokes brushed her clit, stirring the passion in her blood. Driving her closer, closer still, right to the edge of rapture, maddening and amazing and blistering all at once.

“Cumming, Mistress?” Eliza murmured, her words breathy as Ostred’s smart tongue proved itself genius. She closed the distance between them, breasts pressed into breasts, and Esther lost it, going completely rigid on Ostred’s iron hard cock. Eliza laughed, and bit into her jaw. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
 
He couldn’t see a damn thing, beyond Eliza’s shapely ass and the dripping lips of her cunt as he fucked her with his tongue, but he didn’t reall need to see anything. The enthusiastic sounds of Esther begging and demanding as she fucked him was really more than enough to keep him interested. Well, that and the silken grip of her cunt on his dick. Because fuck she felt good. No wonder Kamil kept her on the payroll!

One arm wrapped around Eliza’s thigh, gripping her firm ass and moving her slightly to let him suckle her clit and explore her slick depths with his tongue. The other gripped Esther’s hip, nails digging in as he helped her thrust herself deeper and harder on his shaft. He heard Eliza’s question “Cumming, Mistress?” as a breathy whisper, testament to the distractions of his tongue, and felt Esther’s response bar in the rippling of her walls on his shaft.

Grinning beneath the barmaid, he gripped her ass with both hands now and pulled her cunt tight against his lips. Mistress, hm? Well, he’d show her a thing or two. He kept his hips moving, grateful he’d already cum once this evening so he could last a little longer, enjoying the way Esther’s hand braced on his belly as she moaned her pleasure. Eliza’s breath shortened as well, gasping as he stretched her walls around the flexible length of his tongue.

-*-

Eliza moaned, leaning into Esther as much for support as to claim another hungry kiss. “Fuck,” she groaned, tangling one hand in long blonde hair. “Fuck, I want to see you cum again.” Her free hand trailed down Esther’s body, teasing and stroked by her clit as she devoured her mouth. “You... look so hot... when you... cum...”

Esther gasped and responded in cubs, finding her own clit as Ostred’s tongue thrust deep. She bit at Esther’s lip, then gasped at the tears nexoected pressure as Ostred moved his hand along her ass.

-*-

Ostred barely had time to see his thumb push past the first knuckle in Eliza’s ass, the puckered muscle stretching around the digit, before the red-haired barmaid made a strangled sound of pleasure. Silken walls squeezed his tongue as her juices drenched her face, and her hips bucked against his mouth and hand as she climaxed again.

It was too much. Ostred managed a strangled “fuck” into the barmaid’s cunt as his balls tightened and he emptied himself into the blonde astride him.
 
For several moments, it was nice to say like this. Tangled up with Eliza and Ostred, warm and tired and contented. Esther fought with the great temptation to sleep here, no matter how tight or awkward it might be. But she had obligations waiting for her at her home, and she liked to make sure she was always there in the morning, at least.

Nudging Ostred, she started searching for her strewn clothing, “Now, if I contend that you are indeed a Master of carnal delights, would you walk me home?”

The evening was cool, colder than the first walk to the tavern, and especially jarring after the sultry heat of Eliza’s room. Not to mention her body. But Esther’s mind was on other’s concerns now, concerns that lie asleep at home, ignorant of what she did to keep a roof over his head.

“Do you know Princess Hilda well?” She managed, after just a short time. Considering everything they’d just done, diffidence seemed foolish. “You were talking to her, weren’t you? When Lord Kamil and me arrived?”

A bitter wind bit at her cheeks, and Esther leaned in closer to Ostred “The rumors say she will wed Lord Kamil and I just worry… Is she a jealous woman? I know some wives they… well, they seek to protect their children’s position, by any means necessary. Even if it means…” She could say the word, heart seizing at the thought of something happening to her little boy.

“You, you know her, right? You could talk to her?” Her voice went higher, more desperate. “He’s a bastard, a whoreson…he’d be no threat to her own children…” She forced a smile, but they fear was still present in her eyes. “You’ll tell her that, won’t you?
 
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