Rohenvi

Were some Matrons so...gleeful in letting others watch, then? She supposed she could see this. To be naked and doing various things, even conducting the show, and being confident someone wasn't about to scrape a Matron with a poison needle or attack her without her armor on?

Mother never would have been able to tolerate that, Rohenvi thought with a huff as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

Ruk remained exactly as he was, afraid to move at this point for fear of displeasing her further. Rohenvi felt her anger and embarrassment receding in the quiet, and her mind started working again.

"Have you ever been in that position, Ruk?" she asked curiously. "A powerful female instructing who you fondled and sucked, even another male?"

He swallowed. "Yes, Matron. ...she was one who included her brother in her play."

"Who was it?" she asked, nearly a demand.

"You would not have known her. She was from the fringe, like me. Not in your social sphere, Matron, and I'm not certain she is even still alive with how many enemies she made around her."

"So she wasn't a Noble?"

His smile was wry, but now he was trying—in his own strange way—to reassure her. "I'm sure she assured herself she was, Matron. Her mother had a creepy obsession with her own nephew, as I understood it."

Creepy.

Rohenvi had never really heard that word in this context before. The young Matron liked it. That was how this felt to her, to have the suggestion that Azed should remain here and laugh while Rohenvi commanded Ruk to do things to him...

As if her strong-willed brother would even sit still for it. He disliked being laughed at and had good reason for it; as a result he rarely laughed at others. If nothing else, such a "show" would shatter the loyalty and respect he held for his sister, even being so young a Matron. She had listened to him when he'd told her how, at Court, his expressing any preference at all meant it would be used as a weapon against him. Clearly, Ruk was used to exactly the same expectation from his females—even if they weren't Nobles.

Rohenvi had not come up with a good reason to do the same as those at Court, and a better one to refrain. As long as she did not humiliate and laugh at him, Azed would watch her back. Like Fintre already did. Rohenvi needed her brother to help watch things around her; neither of them knew whether the House that Mother had attacked in her last mission had plans against House Thalluen or not, whether they would pay for the actions of their Mother.

Rohenvi pursed her lips and shook her head, her nose wrinkling. "Hmph. Well. Then let me be clear, Ruk. I will not ask you to 'play' with my brother. In fact, as an addendum to our bargain, I forbid you to rut with any other males, either. Just me, Ruk. That is our agreement now, and that was our agreement back at Hirai's shop, whether you realized it or not. For the time you are here, you are to couple only with me."

He nodded very quickly. "Yes, Matron. Thank you for clarifying."

Rohenvi nodded, took a deep breath, and let her eyes trail over him. She was distracted, unsettled, flustered, a little too warm... and yet...

She blinked. Is his member pressing up a beneath the silk robe?

"Are you aroused?" she demanded.

"And relieved, Matron," he admitted. "How may I pleasure you this eve?"

Rohenvi looked up at him, stared at his chagrin, looked down again at the bump of his groin, looked up again. Her jaw firmed. "Open your robe, Ruk. Drop it on the floor."

No hesitation this time; he stripped and did exactly as she said. She watched the silk crumple onto her clean floor and drape partly across his bare foot, touching one of his ankles, and for some reason that one sight made her middle tight, her crotch tingling. She lifted her eyes up his legs to his genitals; he was partially erect and she watched his penis pulse and lengthen a bit more under her gaze, lifting up from his tender sac.

Rohenvi had decided to wait for this part; seeing the size and shape of his cock. She hadn't made him pull it out and show her when he'd become hard at the shop, although she could tell about everyone there had expected her to. It didn't matter how it looked—straight, curved, bended, whatever—this wasn't for real breeding, and she did not require a specific appearance.

In a way, she had wanted to be surprised, to save something for later. She liked his face, he didn't limp, and he was functional. What more did she need to inspect in public?

Now, she could take her time. They were alone and...well.

He was all hers.

Rohenvi eagerly smoothed her hands up his thighs and he shivered a little, his erection pulsing again, as she took hold of his hips and positioned him just so in front of her. The bed, fortunately, wasn't too high off the ground, so her eyes were almost perfectly even with his crotch. Letting go of his hips, she cupped his balls with one hand and wrapped her fingers around the other, massaging him, testing the impressive heat and vast array of textures—hard, smooth, soft, squishy...

Male parts are so fun.

She was staring at these particular parts closely like a novice, as if she'd never seen a male naked before, she knew... She should be embarrassed.

"I'll remind you," she murmured, "the bargain includes not discussing my personal tastes to anyone outside this room."

He trembled. "I...I recall, Matron. Yes."

"You understand the consequences if I discover otherwise."

"Yes, Matron."

"Good."

She leaned forward, nuzzling his white bush first with her lips and inhaling through her nose as she still held him with both hands. She released his shaft and gently trailed her fingertips down his length, hearing him inhale in surprise at the sensation. She held just the tip, very delicately, and planted light kisses from the furry base all the way to the ridge of his glans, gently tugging on his scrotum.

The trader made further amusing noises as he struggled with how to express his feedback to her. She did not want to cause pain—he'd likely go limp on her—but she wanted to play. She left him to it, nuzzling and nibbling on his erection as it neared its apex.

She could detect a change in his scent, too, an added musk to his groin as she manipulated him, and this made her mouth water. She sniffed and licked him, stroked him once or twice at a time, noticed when he began to leak clear fluid from the hole at the tip. Impulsively she rubbed her cheek against it, smearing the pre-cum and causing both his glans and her cheek to glisten with the stretchy wetness.

"Mmm." She opened her mouth and touched just the tip of her pink tongue to the dark phallus. My toys. My tasty, tasty toys...

"M-Matron, you do n-not have to—"

She closed her lips around just the head and sucked, her tongue slathering off the rest of the fluid, enjoying the taste. Nothing tasted or had texture like this!

Ruk made a louder noise, a sucking breath of shock and he held perfectly still but for another quiver or two. He waited to see what she'd do next. Rohenvi gloated in her mind as she fed more of his member between her lips, stroking him again and again with her mouth, most of the way down, pressing her tongue hard along the plump underside.

Her trader had regained control of his breathing a short while ago and measured it. She glanced up at his face with her lips rolling wetly over the tip once again, and he had his eyes closed—but not squeezed shut. He looked stunned, or like he was floating. Drugged maybe. And he measured his breath, even as she could almost feel his quickened pulse through the cock in her mouth.

Rohenvi leaned in and took more, experimenting with how deep she could push him, whether it could be so far her nose was pressed to his bush and she felt him lodged in her throat... She'd thought about trying it, and so she did.

It took a few tries for her lips to reach his bush when she didn't gag but eventually she got it. She had no choice but to hold her breath and tighten her stomach down to keep it in line. She held his cock this way for several moments, swallowing to squeeze her throat around his tip and he made a delightful sound.

"Ngah!" he garbled, quickly swallowing the drool in his mouth.

She had also successfully messed up his breathing, she noted with glee. A moan escaped him and he shivered as she withdrew, taking her fill of every slurping fingerwidth until he popped out—soaking wet—into the open air. He exhaled and she took hold of his hips again when he wavered on his feet.

"Matron...I..." he tried to speak. "Shall I reciprocate...?"

She was still catching her own breath after that. She shook her head. "No."

Leaning to grab the smooth covers and pull them back, bunched near her right hip, she pushed at him to drio onto the clean sheets. "Knees and elbows, ankles and wrists crossed. Present to me."

Her trader was well aware this was the slave position, but now he seemed dazed as he slowly but surely settled onto the bed as she'd instructed. Rohenvi stood up immediately, admired again his sack between his legs—although this time it was drawn further up—and began running her hands along his back and flanks and buttocks, finding with her fingers all those little—and not so little—scars which Azed had commented on. Her sexy, common male wasn't a perfect canvas, and yet he was a bewilderingly fascinating one.

She gently rubbed at his perineum, exploring that, and he tensed, the little purple star of his anus clenching tighter. She chuckled softly, stroking her thumb along the tough ridge, exploring it. She had never...explored like this. Nothing so relaxed. Simple. Slowly she realized that was all she really wanted to do for the first while: touch and taste him. He was only required to let her; he need do nothing else for the time being.

The Matron briefly rubbed at her netherlips through her gown, belatedly realizing that she was completely dressed as Ruk was nude in front of her. He had his face turned toward her, watching what he could.

"Are you comfortable?" she asked.

"Yes, Matron. This mattress is very easy on the knees."

She smiled, peeked at his stiff rod bobbing beneath his belly, and teased, "Are you leaking on my sheets?"

"I'd rather not...if I can use my hand—?"

"Don't move."

Rohenvi reached underneath herself and stroked him again, squeezing out more of his pre-cum and drawing it across her palm. There, he won't drip again for a little while.

She was sure to step out of his line of sight before she softly sniffed at her palm and smiled to herself as she looked at his ass...and knew what she wanted to do next.

Dear Spider Goddess, I'm not any less strange in my tastes than Mother was, am I?

She patted his left buttock with her clean hand. "Move forward a bit. Make room for me."

Ruk obeyed, remaining silent but still hard, still a bit tense. She supposed, after what he'd told her about other females playing with two or more males...that he probably thought she wanted to penetrate him with something.

He wasn't wrong, exactly...

"Uncross your ankles," she said softly, her chest growing hot in anticipation, "spread your knees a bit."

Soon she could kneel comfortably behind him as well, and she could also reach between his legs and take hold of his erection with her wet hand, using the natural lubricant to good purpose. His toes curled as he groaned again, and she grinned, squeezing her thighs together. Goddess, she was aching. And she hadn't even undressed yet!

Rohenvi squeezed his left buttock with her free hand, using it to part him a bit wider as she leaned down, again choosing to nuzzle some of his most tender of places with her lips. He gasped.

"Matron...you...ah, y-you...?"

She kissed and licked very lightly, so dangerously close to his pucker, and it squeezed again in a most amusing way. She could feel a most intimate heat rising to touch her cheek; the blood was so close to the surface here.

"What is it, Ruk? You're clean, aren't you? You did a good job in my bath?"

He still sounded dazed. Maybe disbelieving. "Yes, Matron."

"Has anyone ever licked your netherhole, Ruk?" she asked crassly, loving the sound of the words coming out of her own mouth, and his reaction to them.

He thought how to respond. Finally he said, "Not as you are doing, Matron."

"Certainly no one of my status."

"For certain, no."

"Do you like it?"

He swallowed.

"Be clear, Ruk."

"Yes, I like it," he answered.

"Do you want more?"

"If...it pleases you, Matron Thalluen."

She rewarded him with a few more kisses before flicking her tongue in light dabs here and there around the edge of that circle of delicate creases. He held his breath at one point, without intending to, as she teased and hinted at actually licking him full along his dirty hole...

She realized her hand around his prick had stopped, was merely holding him, and she checked again for dripping pre-cum. She caught what was there, and by the wizard's staff, he was still so hard in her grip!

Finally Rohenvi took the leap and swept her tongue, flat and wide, across his entire anus and Ruk sucked in his breath, his toes curling again. She did it again, and he moaned but the toes relaxed more and she kept swirling her tongue, around and around the tight ring as she confirmed he had indeed cleaned well, even there.

She could taste her soap...but also something else distinct. More a mild taste, no real odor. Inoffensive, she decided, but hard to pin down. Just like tasting another area, another kind of skin, she supposed.

A very fun kind of skin. With lots of variety, texture, ridges and such sensitivity! His responses, and the playful reflexes, especially when she stiffened her own tongue, just like his prick, and pressed it into the tiny hole...

"AH!" he cried. "Matron...!"

She lifted her lips, her entire lower face a mess with her own saliva and whatever was left of his pre-cum from earlier. She missed the heat already. "Do you like it, Ruk?"

He was gasping, his head turned to the right and now his eyes were squeezed shut. "Y-yes, Matron."

"Good."

Rohenvi went back to exploring him. She lost track of how long she had her lips and tongue between her trader's buttocks, even venturing again down and forward to his balls and back up, servicing him as determinedly as she'd heard some others required a slave to work at her snatch. She never grew tired of his reactions or the sounds escaping him.

"Please, Matron, have mercy," he gasped at one point. "I-I may spurt over your sh-sheets soon..."

She lifted her head for the final time. "Oh, no, you don't. Get on your back, Ruk."

With another groan, he rolled, watching her in awe as Rohenvi expertly unlaced her own dress until she could pull it down off her shoulders and push it down to join his white robe. She stripped off the undergarments as well and tossed them impatiently aside. She realized her lubricant had collected so on her own netherlips that it smeared between her inner thighs the moment she brought them together.

He was cooperative—and quivering—as she crawled over him, straddling him as she planted her palms on his chest for leverage. Feeling confident, powerful, and not the least bit awkward—even if they were silent, staring at each other's faces—Rohenvi mashed her sex against him, grinding until his pubic hair was matted down with female moisture, his cock so slimy in her excitement.

Soon as she could, she reached with one hand to move his pole into place, and...

Oh!!

He sank in so easily! Goddess, she'd never been this wet before! And he was stretching her; a snug, comfortable inside her, her swollen, puffy lips wrapped around him.

"Mmnn!" she grunted, pleased as she leaned straight up, squatting as low as she could. She reached to play with her aching pearl, rubbing and pressing it as she kept Ruk's erection fully sheathed, squirming her hips some but without moving up or down.

Without being told, he bent his legs, bringing his ankles halfway to his ass and settling her soft buttocks against his thighs, helping to support her as she stroked herself harder and faster. His hands rested lightly on her thighs and his eyes were glued to her crotch—the way hers had been to his—and though odd, pained expressions passed his face regularly and especially when her cunt squeezed around him, he laid still. Ready. Waiting...

When the Matron of House Thalluen felt herself on the verge of climax, she shrieked once and grunted the rest of the way, thrusting her hips down on her chosen male to finally fuck him as she held on to her own crotch with one hand.

"Oh, Goddess...Matron...!" he gasped, a clear warning that he could no longer keep it back.

"Yes!" she cried, fucking him harder as she hit her peak and started coasting. She wanted it! She wanted his seed!

Ruk's cock flexed and pulsed inside her as he lost control of his voice, practically barking in release right after her as he clutched her thighs, spending his entire load inside her. Warmth and satisfaction—and sleepiness—swept over her and Rohenvi sighed deeply as she flopped forward, feeling the ridiculous need to sniff and kiss his sweaty neck just after cumming.

Goddess, he smells so good...

Ruk turned his head slightly away to make it easier for her, offering his throat, and she grinned and sucked on his tasty neck even as she berated herself for un-Matronly behavior inside her own head.

She hadn't wanted awkward silence while mating; she had chosen him for his stories and lack of connections. Yet they hadn't talked much beforehand, hardly at all during...and she didn't feel the lack.

"Wow..." Ruk breathed then, and a giggle bubbled out of her mouth at his infinitely flattering and appreciative tone. "You must let me reciprocate, Matron."

"We'll see," she murmured. "Now roll with me so it doesn't spill out. I need to be on my back and put a pillow under my hips for a while."

"Mm," he hummed, also seeming a bit sleepy but he rolled with her. "Why?"

"To keep your spending inside for as long as possible. Better chance at catching."

He looked modestly amused as he carefully withdrew from atop her. "Does that work?"

She lifted her chin. "My Mother did it. And I'm here."

"Ah-ha." He nodded, taking on what seemed a genuine smile. "Proof positive, without doubt, Matron."

She squinted, her suspicion blunted with relaxation as she fumbled for a pillow. "Are you teasing, Ruk?"

He reached up and tugged it closer, putting it in her hand. "Never, Matron."

"Hmph."

Soon she was in position, her butt propped by a thick pillow, and she had time to kill staring at her ceiling with her chosen sire lying next to her. "So I hired you for your stories as well as your erection, Ruk. Tell me a story while we wait."

"Anything in particular, Matron?"

"You said you didn't get a good look at whatever caused the claw marks?"

"I'm afraid not, Matron."

"What about another beast, then?"

"I can do that. Have you seen a drake?"

"They're small, aren't they?"

"About the size of a ten-year-old child."

"Nothing bigger?"

"I try to avoid anything bigger."

She chuckled at his eloquent expression. "Coward."

But she didn't really meant it.

They talked for some time into the eve and there wasn't the least bit of awkward silence she had dreaded; not until Rohenvi had to get up to return to her own quarters. Even then, the awkwardness was only inside herself, hesitating to leave a warm, rumpled bed for a cool, crisp one.

Don't be ridiculous. No true Matron spends the sleep cycle in the same bed with a commoner!

*******

"See, I told you," Azed said smugly, and she was in a good enough mood lately to let him get away with it. "You discovered your pleasure just fine."