Dragon Jade Chronicle Ch. 08

"Are you disappointed?" asked Pol.

"That he's not fucking me? A little. That Vatya thinks she's won Jin's hand? Not at all," said Elina. "I'll tell you a little secret, Pol. Jin has no desire to ever get married."

"Then why are you and Vatya here?"

"For women like Vatya, they are a little game he plays. They attempt to persuade him with their mouths, and breasts, and cunts, and Jin in turn pretends to consider their arguments. For women like me, it's little a game we play with Jin, pretending to be lovesick suitors like Vatya, desperate to win him to us with our bodies, but in reality all so we can use his. The trouble with being from one of the Five Noble Houses is that the pool of Noble men is so shallow. And Jin is one of the better lays."

Elina moved in front of Pol, ostensibly for a better view, and reclined her body against him, pressing the swell of her ass into his hand, her bare back resting against his chest, her hair a few inches from her nose. She smelled of lavender perfume.

"Why not find someone from outside the Five Nobles?" he asked. His hand cupped a firm, round buttock, and she shifted slightly to allow him a better grasp.

"And risk causing a scandal should my maid catch some moneylender's son in my bed one morning? No, I think not, though it may come to that someday. A pity for Jin here. I would've shared him with Vatya, if I'd gotten there first. But a woman like her is after a husband, and will jealously guard him."

"Why should a moneylender's son be a scandal? The Exarch told me no man bows to any other in Tia Vashil."

"The Exarch speaks of the city as he wishes it to be, not as it is. The Five Noble Families are above the rest."

Jin said something to Vatya, causing her to leap off him and fall to her feet, and he stood over her. She grasped his cock, angling it down at her chest and pumping on him. Jin gave out a grunt and began to cum, spraying over her breasts, the milky seed practically invisible on her porcelain skin.

Elina brushed a hand against Pol's crotch, feeling the hardness that had developed in his breeches. She smiled and turned to press her lips against Pol's ear. Her breath was hot as she spoke.

"Come, thief, let's leave them to it and find our own place to be alone."

She turned and wandered away, stroking once at Pol's bulge as they parted, and he watched Jin and Vatya for a second longer before turning after her.

The maze turned and turned again and again and as Pol followed Elina, he became less and less sure he could navigate his way out if necessary. Eventually the hedgerows gave way to a wide open square, the grass a bright green, with a large circular marble fountain with a wide lip. In the center were statues in the shape of five dancing gryphons, water pouring up out of their mouths into the massive pool below.

Elina stepped out of her shoes, leaving them at the border where the grass yielded to the fountain's marble base, and sat on the lip, streaming a hand through the crystal clear water babbling gently in the basin.

"You know, Pol, I used to have this dream where a thief would steal into our house through the window in my room, and I'd catch him, and then he'd...have his way with me. Do you think that's a strange dream?"

"On the way here, a person told me lust doesn't make any fu...any sense," said Pol, remembering what Atti had told him. "And I know my dreams make little sense me."

"Well, I think it's strange. I've heard of women who use their servants to reenact such dreams, but I never have. I like a bit more verisimilitude to my fantasies."

"I don't know what that means."

"Like the real thing," said Elina. "A real thief."

She reached up behind her neck and undid the knot that held the straps of her dress together and kept her modest. The top half of the dress folded down around her waist and Elina watched Pol stare as her breasts, not small but not large, either, with their wide pink areolae, were freed. She lay down on the wide lip of the fountain, letting the stone of the marble, hot in the sun, warm her back.

"Would you sneak into my family's house, Pol?" she asked, beckoning him with one crook of a finger.

"Does your family have much treasure?" he asked, his hips drawing close to her head.

"There's me," said Elina.

"That would be enough," he said.

"Would you climb in through my window?"

"If I knew which one it was."

Elina had reached for his breeches, running her hands up and down his thighs, and he stroked her cheek before running his hand across her neck to cup a breast, running his thumb over the short squat nipple at its cap.

"I'm sure you'd find it eventually," she said. "In the summer, I always leave it open."

Her fingers found his belt, undoing it, and then his laces, where the slender digits quickly removed the thin leather strands from consideration. Loosened, his pants grew slack and slipped down his legs, bunching at the top of his boots.

Elina placed a hand on his cock, watching as it pulsed in response, warm in the sun, warmer even than the marble on her bare back. She stroked her middle finger along the center of the underside, and watched the shivers run along Pol's spine as she traced her way to the sensitive head.

"Wonderful," she murmurred. Her hand closed on him as best she could, dragging him the final distance towards her mouth, but stopping before she swallowed him. He could feel the warmth of her breath on him, and she began to stroke him, watching him the whole time.

"In the summer, I sleep in the nude," Elina whispered to his cock, but she stared up at Pol as she spoke. "And I think, thief, that you would see me there, and be overcome by your desire. Would you ravage me, then, thief?"

"Immediately," said Pol, and was rewarded by the steamy embrace of Elina's lips around his cock. She eased him into her mouth slowly, her eyes closed as if savoring a fine dessert. The softness of her tongue found him, and he groaned as she ran it around the head of his submerged cock. His hips moved without thinking, trying to speed her along, to force more of himself into the head, and her eyes shot open, a look of slight annoyance on her face. She placed her other hand on his torso to direct him, and he groaned again as she continued on in her previous pace, but increased the pressure of her mouth ever so sweetly.

To distract himself, Pol leaned over her, his left hand running down her stomach, slipping under the scaly material of her dress. Elina wore no underwear and the fine plump mound just above her pussy was cleared of all hair. He worked a finger inside her, and then another. Elina arched her back, the movement pushing more of Pol's cock into her mouth, already full with him, and when Pol plunged a third finger into her body she moaned around his length.

Elina's cheeks had hollowed with her efforts, her mouth straining to accommodate the entirety of his cock. Pol's fingers stroked her walls, coaxing ripples of pleasure through her body. His other hand kneaded the soft pillow of her generous breast, and she moaned whenever his fingers found both the rough ceiling of her pussy and the sensitive pink nib that sat at the end of her chest as the same time.

Pol's fingers slipped back out of her, and Elina's eyes opened again with a baleful glare for interrupting her pleasure. He grinned down at her, hooking his thumbs under the shiny material of her dress, dragging it further down her body. EIina lifted herself off the fountain a little ways, allowing Pol to undress her further, and he smiled at how bare the space was between her legs. He shed his doublet, and stepped out of his boots.

*****

Kiera wandered the house, searching for Pol. He'd slipped away from dinner unnoticed, and she was curious where he'd gone off to. When she'd descended the staircase, she'd caught his eyes tracing her body, watching her legs appear out of the slits in her skirt, and thrilled a little at the prospect, the morning still a fresh memory.

A messenger from the City Council had arrived, summoning the Exarch to his duty, and her father had departed almost immediately, breaking up the meal, which was when Kiera had noticed her thief was missing.

Her mother had kissed her welcome, then left to barricade herself in her personal library as she was wont to do. When Kiera was seventeen, she'd infiltrated the library, only to discover that most of the tomes were salacious in nature. She'd question her father about it, as he bought his wife the most books, and he'd only replied with the then cryptic response that it pleased him to have a pleased wife.

Jin and Vatya had come in from the garden, both looking a little disheveled, both flush and out of breath, with the claim they'd been racing the maze. Neither Kiera nor Tau believed it, but Tau had finally departed with his sister in tow.

Tau. Five years ago, he'd put Kiera on the ground in the final round of the vai Tischer House Tourney. He's been a nice boy, then. Nicer still when he visited her in her tent, to check on her injuries. And even that much nicer when he'd shed his clothes to join her in the bed there.

But five years had turned him from a nice boy to a somewhat dull boy.

She slipped into her father's library. She doubted Pol was there. Hells, she wasn't even confident the man could read. But the large windows gave an excellent view of the grounds, even beyond, to the plains that separated Tia Vashil from Tia Joi. She knew her father kept a pair of field glasses in the room, so if the idle fancy took him he could spy on the gardens (which is how he'd known the perpetrator was her when, during their childhood, Jin had complained that someone had pushed him into the fountain) or gaze out on the world around the city.

Kiera located the glasses on a table near the window and glanced out. If she were a thief, where would she be? The horses? Pol was not there. Her eyes traveled to the gardens. She doubted Pol was the type to be enchanted by the flowers, or stroll the bridge to the gazebo. As she fixed her gaze over the maze, a movement pulled her attention to the fountain. She trained the field glasses on it.

"Oh," she gasped. Pol and Elina were both naked, with Elina lying on the lip of the fountain. Pol was on all fours over her, his head buried between her legs and his cock buried in her mouth. Elina had wrapped her thighs around his head to keep him there, and was using one hand to pump along his shaft while the other traveled Pol's body.

Kiera's free hand slipped almost of its own will through the slit on her dress. Her fingers wove their way through her panties, and then the fine trimmed hair between her legs until they found her clit, and rolled it gently.

Down below, Elina had stopped moving her mouth and hands on Pol's cock, the muscles in her thighs tight and tense around Pol's head. Her eyes were squeezed closed and her hands stroked her nipples in circles. Her back arched and she seemed to seize up. Kiera could only imagine what she was feeling.

Kiera took her fingers off her clit, pulling the tips into her mouth and wetting them before slipping her hand back down between her legs, and plunging two fingers into herself down to the knuckles. Her palm stayed flat, rubbing back and forth against her clit, stroking herself as it throbbed, sending the sweet heat through her body. The fabric of her dress, already quite snug, began to stick to her skin as she worked.

When Elina had come down from her orgasm, her legs released Pol and she tapped his thigh. Pol raised himself up a little way, staring down Elina's body her as she spoke to him. He rose up to his knees over her, and she reached a hand up to stroke his cock straight over her body, her face occupied between his legs in a way that Kiera couldn't see from where she stood, bracing herself against the window as her fingers wound their way in and out of her body. But she could guess what was happening.

Pol's mouth was open and his chest was rising and falling as he stared down at the beautiful woman working his cock between her hands. Elina scooted down, giving Kiera a clear view as the other woman pulled the engorged head between her lips before letting Pol's cock free again as she resumed her work between his legs, her hands speeding their work.

Pol shuddered and Kiera increased her own pace watching as his hands snatched his cock from Elina's, his motion blurring in the field glasses. Elina just wrapped her hands around him, rubbing across the back of his legs, ass, and lower torso, encouraging him on.

Kiera had seen the evidence of Pol's handiwork before, like the Canian woman, or little blonde farmgirl all those weeks before lying in the hay, covered in his cum, but she'd never seen him take his own pleasure before, and the sight of him stroking himself over Elina's body sent little shocks up and down her spine. She introduced her pussy to the third of her fingers, moaning as she did.

Pol's body strained with the effort as his cum came streaming out of him, the bursts falling across the length of Elina's chest and torso. Elina's hands slipped back to his cock, stroking as much as she could get out of him. And there was much to be had, the thief shaking as his cock spurted again, sending a short rope between Elina's breasts, trailing down to her navel. When he'd stopped managing to fire off rounds of the stuff, the Noble woman sucked him back between her lips, milking the last drops out of him.

Kiera strained to force her fingers deeper inside of herself.

*****

Pol watched as Elina, his cum spread across her body, slipped into basin of the fountain. When she'd asked him if he'd wanted to do as Jin had, he had thought she'd meant for him to drive his cock between her legs, but she'd begun licking at his balls instead, and running her hands along his shaft, jerking him over her body, and he'd lost himself in his need.

Elina wiped her skin clean of the mess, then rose and strolled away from him through the fountain, the water coming up to her knees, until she was standing under the gryphons, who were at least twice her height, catching the stream of water that came down out of their mouths on her head. Water ran down her body, and Pol watched as she spread it over her chest, cleaning herself with the spray. She looked back at him, her hair shining, wet and matted.

"What are you just sitting there for?" she asked. The nearest's gryphon's knee was raised in mid-movement, to just under the height of her navel, and Elina braced herself on it a little, bending over slightly and stepping her legs apart, showing him what he was missing by remaining so far away, her lower lips flexing just slightly as she did.

The water was warm from sitting in the sun all day, and Pol waded over to where Elina stood by a dancing gryphon. His body felt grimy with the sweat brought forth both by the bright sun and the heat of his own blood when Elina had brought him to orgasm, and the shower that fell on him as he strode among the gryphons was cool and refreshing.

His cock had already begun to regain a bit of the steel it'd shown when she'd taken it in her mouth, and he stroked himself as he approached her. Elina watched him work his cock, her mouth open, blind and deaf to anything else, until he was close and her gaze caught him staring at her stare, and she blushed a little and looked straight ahead.

Pol's cock hardly needed any more attention-it was a rock in his hand. He stepped behind Elina, his hips meeting hers, admiring the wide round curves of her buttocks, and the smooth muscles of her back, the gentle cleft along her spine and the shoulder blades that disappeared or rose up depending on how she moved her arms, shifting the ever-present vine of morning glories depicted in her tattoo.

His cock was resting in the crack of her ass, and Elina had begun to rub her body against his, until she stepped forward a little, reaching a hand between her legs to grasp him by the base of his shaft, pulling him down and forward. Pol's hand seized her wrist before she could force him inside her, so that the head of his cock rested between the lips of her pussy for only a moment before he pushed it past, rubbing it up against her clit and belly.

Elina groaned to feel how hard and hot he was as he stroked his cock slowly back and forth over her body, her lower lips kissing the top of his length as he moved.

"Don't tease me, thief," she muttered.

"If I'd stolen into your bedchamber at night, you'd hardly be in a position to command me when or when not to tease," said Pol. He gave her rump a light slap, just hard enough that, with the water, it stung for a second, prompting a sharp exclamation from Elina.

"In Tia Vashil, the Exarch has decreed that thieves that are caught lose a hand," she said.

"In that case, you'd better choose," said Pol. "This one?"

His right hand cupped her right breast and he kneaded and groped at it. Elina arched her back to press more of her flesh into his palm.

"Or this one?" His left hand found her left breast, but this time his fingers found her nipple, twisting and pulling.

"Oooh," said Elina, raising her hand to catch his.

"Mmm. As I thought," he said. He took his right hand away from her breast, and pulled his hips back slightly, his hand guiding his cock into her pussy as he thrust hard forward.

"Ahh, yes, that's what I needed," grunted Elina as Pol's cock pressed deep into her, creating the delicious fullness inside her body she'd been craving since arriving at the vai Ullan estate earlier in the day. He held himself still for a moment. His right hand pushed its way back up her body, lifting her away from the leg of the statue as his fingers once again provided a tight cage around her breast, two of his fingers rolling her nipple between the knuckles.

"Vash, you're tight," said Pol, reveling in the grip her pussy had on him, almost as strong as her mouth had been. Elina laughed an amused little giggle, not wanting to disabuse him of the notion, but wondering if her pussy or the girth of his cock was to blame. "Has Jin ever been where I am now?"

"Nn-oh!" cried Elina as Pol began to pump his hips, drawing himself a little ways out of her before pushing back in.

"You were working on him during dinner," said Pol. Elina began to push back against him as he thrust against her. He groaned watching her ass ripple each time it made contact with his hips. "How do you know he's a good lay if you haven't ever tried him?"

Elina's hand grabbed his left wrist, dragging it away from her chest. She pulled it along the side of her face, and he hooked a finger into her mouth, feeling her tongue lick at the tip, before she once again pulled it away until his hand was resting in her hair.

"Us ladies do talk to each other, you know," she chided as Pol wove his fingers through the auburn strands of her hair. "Except for Vatya, who just brags."

"Dragon's bells, fuck me with that glorious cock," she groaned. Pol's grip on her hair tightened, drawing her head back. His other hand seized her right thigh, lifting her knee into the air until it was resting on the gryphon's raised leg. His next thrust was much deeper and they both gasped in unison to feel his length penetrating between her folds.

"Do you know?" asked Elina, grasping at the gryphon's leg while Pol plunged in and out of her. "I've been coming here for almost a month, desperate to get this from Jin, and now, here you are and..."

She paused, shuddering on a particularly well-aimed stroke.

"...it was worth it."

Pol was almost beside himself, listening to her talk. He gritted his teeth, forcing his mind to wander to other subjects, memories that might help him. But most of those were memories of thieving, and they brought him back to Elina.

"The thief you pictured in your bedchamber," he grunted. "Did he look like Jin?"