The Exarch & the Errand Girl Ch. 06

Rouran started, shocked by the implication.

"Of course not!" she said.

"Really?" asked Elina. She glanced back at Yvain, who seemed as surprised as Rouran by Elina's suggestion. "But...you're a single woman and he's certainly the handsome sort. Good in a uniform, anyhow."

Rouran looked at Yvain, seeing him as Elina did. He did look good in his uniform. He was, perhaps, the handsome sort. Unbidden, his naked form, the heat of his body as she'd shaved his face, came to her. She glanced away.

"I'm a widow," she said.

"But not a fresh widow," said Elina. "My lord father was dead just a year before my mother took her first paramour. You've kept your husband's faith for longer than that."

"I haven't kept his faith for quite so long," said Rouran. She blushed, thinking of the last time she'd had sex, her encounter with Sorcerer Pol.

"Really?" asked Elina. Her tone suggested she was a strong doubter of such a thing. "You didn't cut your hair."

Rouran glanced at Yvain, whose gaze had finally left Elina's body to stare curiously at her now.

"Well, I didn't spend much time with the man," said Rouran. "I'll cut it when I meet the man I'll marry."

"In that case," said Elina. She leaned back in her bath, a grin wide across her face. "I wonder, Sergeant Wair, if you've had a bath recently."

Yvain coughed in surprise, and Rouran's breath caught in her throat. She stared at Yvain, wondering what he'd say.

"Not so recently," said Yvain. Rouran almost clicked her teeth. Of course he'd answer that. A Sorcerer and now the head of the House vai Tischer. Why not?

"Well," said Elina. "In that case, perhaps you'd care to join me? As I've said, we've always been friends to the Guard in my House."

"But what of Sir Tau?"

"Sir Tau finds his comfort wherever he likes, and I do the same," said Elina.

"I'm not sure if I should..." said Yvain, staring back at Rouran.

"Do you need Rouran's permission?" asked Elina. Her eyebrow arched up and she turned a critical gaze back to Rouran. "I thought you said the two of you were not bedfellows."

"We're not," said Rouran. "He doesn't need my permission. He's certainly never asked for it before."

"If you're offended..." said Elina.

"Please, I'm not offended. And there's nothing that should stop you if I was."

"I was going to say, you can wait out in the front hall. Thel's very discreet about this sort of thing. She'll find you a place."

"I'll stay," said Rouran. She gestured at a chair by a table in the corner. "Can I sit there?"

"Of course," said Elina. "You'd prefer to watch?"

"I'd prefer not to remain ignorant of anything Yvain learns," said Rouran. Although, once she'd said it aloud, it seemed a rather feeble defense. Elina did not care to challenge it, though, for she only smiled her enigmatic smile and beckoned Yvain forward with a single crooked finger.

To Rouran's disgust, the man practically ripped his clothes off, the lamellar cuirass flying over his head in the space of a breath, joined by his gambeson and shirt. His fingers fell to the laces of his breeches, undoing them quickly, and he hesitated a moment before shedding them, looking first at Elina, who had moved to the edge of the bath, propping herself up on floor in anticipation. Yvain's hands slipped under his trousers and Rouran saw his fist close around himself under the fabric and then his gaze lifted and his eyes met hers.

Rouran realized that she had been holding her breath, her body betraying her at that moment as a hot flush filled her cheeks and she looked away, although only long enough that Yvain's focus returned to Elina, and then she glanced back, out of the corner of her eyes at first.

But in a moment, he had drawn himself out of his clothes and she was staring at his hard cock in his hand. Rouran's heart was pounding in her chest, the sight of Yvain's well formed body having already quickened her pulse, and now she was staring at his rather large and picturesque cock.

"I can see why they made you Sergeant," said Elina with a smile. Yvain's trousers were pooled at his waist over his boots, and she reached forward, water dripping from her fingers, to find his laces and undo them, helping him out of the final piece of his uniform.

Yvain laughed, stepping free of his boots. He put his feet down into the water, joining Elina in the bath, facing Rouran. Elina moved back, then glanced over her shoulder at Rouran. Again an amused grin flirted across her lips. Elina reached up a hand to grasp Yvain's cock, holding him around the base, lifting his entire length so that it was pointing at Rouran.

"Never?" she asked.

"Never," croaked Rouran.

"Rouran doesn't care much for me," said Yvain. "I'm not conducting the investigation to her standards."

"Well, I do think the Guard would frown on climbing into baths with suspects," said Elina. She glanced back at Rouran again, only this time her fist began to pump slowly along Yvain's entire length. "So would Lord Ked, don't you think?"

"Very much," said Rouran.

"So you'll be reporting this?" Elina asked.

"No, I don't think I will," said Rouran.

Elina laughed and turned her attention back to Yvain. Her strokes were becoming harder now, and Rouran could see that he'd stiffened a bit from when he'd first revealed himself. He was, perhaps, even larger than he had appeared at first blush.

"A number of us on the council thought that Rouran was Lord Ked's most loyal servant, you see," said Elina. "So discovering that there are some things she'll keep from him is quite a welcome surprise."

Yvain looked at Rouran quizzically, but before Rouran could react, Elina took that moment to press her lips around his cock.

The sergeant groaned, and Rouran trembled slightly in her seat, watching as Elina's head sunk further and further down Yvain's length, the noble bobbing on his cock for a moment before pushing back down it until she was in danger of having the entire thing disappear down her throat. Yvain gave another guttural groan, his hands wrapping around the back of her head.

Rouran's hands ran across her body instinctively, smoothing the front of her dress down as she watched the other woman working up and down Yvain's cock. She sighed and couldn't help but remember what it had felt like to have a man in her mouth, to watch his pleasure grow as she worked him. One of her hands began to work the skirt of her dress up her leg, and she was in no hurry to stop it. If Lady Elina could be brazen enough to suck a Guard's cock in the middle of an investigation, Rouran attending to her own desires for a moment was practically chaste.

Elina pulled away from Yvain's cock with a gasp, and Rouran sighed to see his full length was wet with her saliva, a thin strand connecting the noblewoman's lips to the head before it broke.

"Fuck," moaned Elina. "You're a big one, aren't you?"

"I'm not sure I would know," said Yvain.

Elina looked up at him.

"No? You've never had an encounter in an inn or a brothel with your fellow guards?

Shared a willing woman?"

"Well..." said Yvain. "I've been out from time to time, I won't lie."

"Of course not," said Elina. "I'd be quite surprised if you hadn't."

"Not with one so beautiful as you, though," said Yvain.

Elina smiled at him. "I think you just want my mouth on your cock again."

"I—"

Elina ignored his protests, sinking back down his length. She grabbed his hands, pulling them close around the back of her head, then holding still. Yvain appeared to understand the signal, for he began to thrust back and forth in and out of her mouth, and Rouran watched with interest as he plunged his entire length down the noblewoman's throat. Yvain looked up, catching her staring, their eyes locking for an instant.

Rouran's breath seemed to freeze into a solid block in her chest, and she stared into Yvain's eyes. He held her gaze, and it seemed to Rouran that his pumping of his cock into Elina's mouth grew, if not faster, exactly, more insistent, as though he were determined to maximize his pleasure from her. His eyes never left hers, though she certainly glanced down at where his hips met Elina's face.

For her part, Elina soon pulled away, gasping and staring up at Yvain.

"You're eager," she gasped. "Do I so entice you?"

"I've never been with a noblewoman before," said Yvain. Rouran smiled to herself, doubting that this was the cause of Yvain's enthusiasm. Still, a part of her doubted very much that she had anything to do with it herself. Yvain was simply the sort of man who'd sleep with anything that moved, the sort of egotist that enjoyed an audience if he could have one, watching his sculpted muscled form plow a woman's lips, taking his pleasure.

Rouran realized with a start that her fingers had located her own clit, teasing herself, the pleasure building in the pit of her stomach. She groaned, but managed to make it soft, enough that neither Yvain nor Elina would hear her and look over at her.

Elina rose up out of the pool of her hot spring bath, and Rouran watched as the water cascaded down her buttocks and legs. Elina turned and lowered herself down, then rolled onto her back on the floor. She looked up at Rouran for a moment, before she stared up at Yvain, towering over her. Her legs pushed apart, spreading her pussy apart for him.

Yvain simply stared at her for a bit.

"The least you could do, Sergeant, when you're with a noblewoman, is return the favor," said Elina.

"Oh, of course, my lady," said Yvain. He sank to his knees in the pool, the water coming up to his chest. Rouran watched as he placed one hand on Elina's left thigh, pushing it down, then grabbing her own hand and placing it next to his so that she held her leg in place. He switched to her right leg, pushing it down, then used his now free hand to explore Elina's pussy, the fingers probing softly at the entrance to her cunt.

"Fuck," she moaned. She rolled her head back and looked up at Rouran, whose hand froze as she realized that Elina could see what she was doing.

"He's good at this," purred Elina to Rouran. "Are you teaching him?"

"No," said Rouran, although with her fingers on her clit, it came out a bit more of a moan. To her embarrassment, Yvain glanced up at her, and he too could see that Rouran was attending to herself under her dress. A shiver ran down Rouran's spine as their gazes crossed paths.

It did not last for long, though, as Yvain turned his attention back down to the woman before him, lowering his head down between her thighs. Those thick full lips of his kissed down Elina's bald pussy, ending just above the opening. Elina gasped, writhing as Yvain's full attention went to her, and Rouran could only imagine what it must feel like, to have a man put his mouth on her cunt, to tease the nubbin back and forth with his tongue. Naklas had never done it, and Pol Burr had never had the chance to. Her fingers were running tight circles around her own clit, her pleasure building as slow as she ever could have imagined it, held back only by her nerves at being in the same room with Elina and Yvain. It certainly wasn't her desire keeping her urges suppressed. No, she felt a strong desire to have a thick cock pushing into her as hard as possible just at that moment, the satisfying full feeling of a man pumping into her, the feeling of his hands gripping her hips. Rouran pressed herself back in her chair, the wooden arms a poor substitute for the real thing.

Elina gasped and rolled over onto her stomach, pushing the Guard back, so that Yvain was standing in the middle of the pool, Elina bracing herself up on her elbows.

She glanced over her shoulder at him.

"Don't simply stand there, Sergeant," she said. "Step to."

Yvain moved forward, grabbing Elina's hips, adjusting them, and Rouran remembered what that felt like, of someone positioning her in the perfect way for their pleasure, thumbs pressing into her buttocks, the tip of a cock pressing down into her folds.

Lady Elina didn't need to remember it, it seemed, because she gave out a long, satisfied moan, her back arching as her head slipped down into the crook of one elbow. Rouran watched as Yvain began to thrust, the muscles in his waist flexing as he did.

"Harder!" Elina demanded. Her own hips began to pump back into Yvain's, meeting him stroke for stroke. Yvain gripped her waist, his face turning into a grimace as he began to pump back against her in equal measure. Rouran could hear the wet clapping of their bodies meeting on each stroke, Elina's groans and gasps filling the bath chamber.

The door creaked as it opened, and Rouran jumped, expecting it to be the servant intruding. She was, however, more distressed to see who it actually was.

"Tau!" gasped Elina, although whether it was from his presence or Yvain reaching and holding the height of his stroke in her, Rouran could not say.

Tau vai Keller was, if Rouran was being honest, the sort of strapping knight from a storybook, the kind she'd often fantasized about as a young girl, before she'd truly understood what it was people did when they made love as opposed to were in love. To be quite honest, of course, Tau's type had still been pretty close to what she'd fantasized about even after she'd learned precisely what it was people did when they made love.

He was tall, and his clothes seemed to strain to hide his muscles. His blond hair was shining gold. When Rouran had first met him, it had been nearly to his shoulders and his chin had been shaved, but these days he wore it much closer cropped on the sides and longer on top, with a groomed beard to frame his mouth. In many ways, Rouran thought, he looked like Lord Cail, but if someone had invented a spell that could turn back time.

"Don't stop on my account," said Tau, to Yvain.

"I'm not sure if I can continue, my lord," said Yvain. For once, Rouran noted with satisfaction, the man seemed embarrassed. Although, to be fair, Rouran was a little embarrassed by their situation as well.

"He's a liar, Tau," said Elina. "He's still hard and—"

She paused, her body tensing, and then Yvain groaned behind her. Rouran watched Elina glance behind her and tense again, getting another pained groan from Yvain.

"—Getting harder," she said. "Dragon's bells, he's very hard."

Tau's gaze fell on Rouran.

"Mistress Metil, are you engaged in Lady Elina's little tryst here?"

"No, my lord," said Rouran, glancing away to the floor.

"A pity," said Tau. His fingers ran down his shirt, parting the clasps. Rouran watched the silk cloth slip over a broad, well-defined chest and an even broader pair of shoulders with interest. She could easily imagine a man like that with her, holding her close to him, his nose in her hair as he—

"Good!" moaned Elina, her pleasure intruding on Rouran's thoughts. Yvain was beginning to pump into her again. Tau pulled his boots off, and stood by the pool for a moment, then glanced at Rouran.

"You look like you're a part of this," he said, gesturing to her hand under her dress.

"I..." said Rouran. "I could not...I regret..."

"I think Joians cultivate a sense of reserved morals just so they can more fully indulge in impropriety," said Tau. "Do you know, I've been with your Princess twice before she was married to Jin?"

"Princess Fione is well known for her adventurism," said Rouran.

"Adventurism!" laughed Tau. "Indeed. That's what I would call it when the Princess of Tia Joi demands you fuck her ass."

Rouran felt the blood rushing to her head. She'd heard, of course, the rumors of Princess Fione's vast appetite for men. And, during the war, of how Princess Fione had pleasured four Dragon Clan chiefs in the throne room at the Tower of Joi to satisfy the terms of her surrender to the Clans. And she'd even had the great luck to attend the wedding of Prince Fione to Jin vai Ullan. But it had never occurred to her that the Princess might enjoy being sodomized. The thought of it scandalized Rouran. The Princess, pinned beneath Tau vai Keller's naked bulk, having his cock driven into her ass.

The thought of it excited Rouran.

"Would you help me finish disrobing, at least, Rouran?" asked Tau.

Rouran did not say anything, only looked into his piercing blue eyes. Wordlessly, she nodded. Sir Tau approached her and without thinking, her hands reached for his belt, pulling it free of his trousers, tossing it to the floor. Rouran's fingers flew over his laces, undoing them, tearing them loose with one finger, then when enough slack had been reached, her hands slipped down Tau's hips, feeling the muscles beneath them, the curve of his waist, the taught abdominals beneath her thumbs. Her fingertips pushed the fabric of his trousers down, displaying the wonderful 'v' where his torso met his legs, a spray of curling blond hair, wiry but somehow soft, rubbing against her skin.

Sir Tau's heavy cock sprung to life as Rouran pulled his pants off him, sticking straight out at her face, close enough she could see him twitch every time she took a breath, close enough she could smell the intoxicating musk of him, familiar and yet somehow unique. Rouran watched as Tau's trousers pooled around his feet, then glanced shyly up at him. Tau was smiling at her, and she felt oddly comforted by it, though she knew he was smiling at her shyness. It wasn't a mocking amusement, but rather a welcoming one.

"If you wish to join us, feel free to at any time," said Tau.

"Thank you," whispered Rouran. "I don't think I will."

Tau said nothing, only smiled at her and turned away, taking his beautiful cock with him.

Rouran watched as he sat on the edge of the tub, next to Elina. Yvain slowed again, but Elina only commanded him to fuck her harder. The noblewoman made her way over to Tau, her hand wrapping tight around his cock, pumping him up and down, Rouran watching with interest, her own hands returning to find her body even more aroused than when they'd left.

Elina used her free hand to rest on Tau's shoulder, and the blond man pulled her chin up, kissing her firmly on the lips. Rouran felt almost embarrassed to be a witness to it, the hunger both of them seemed to possess for the other in that minute quite apparent. Yvain evidently felt similar, because when she averted her gaze, it caught his, and they shared an awkward glance, as though they'd both come to a secluded place in a river to swim nude and found the other already enjoying themselves.

Rouran supposed they had, in a way.

Elina had barely any patience for the sudden pause in Yvain's movement, turning back over her shoulder and commanding him to attend to her, as hard and fast as he could. Yvain's attention refocused on her, and Rouran watched as his fingers dug into Elina's hips, his waist a blur as he pumped in and out of her. Rouran's fingers echoed his thrusts on her clit, easing her into a wave of pleasure that nearly pushed her over the edge. Her embarrassment got the better of her, however, and her climax remained a frustrating distance away.

Rouran groaned as Elina's head plunged down Tau's cock, watching with a deep interest as the noble woman was impaled by both men at once. Her dress felt unduly restricting, the fabric cloying at her skin as she perspired, her arousal combining with the steam from the water. With a careful eye to the three people engaged in the bath, she pulled the front of her dress down, letting her breasts free, and hiked up the skirt above her waist. She knew they wouldn't mind, but she was still embarrassed to be in their company, her body nothing compared to Elina's.

To her surprise, when she looked back up, both Yvain and Tau were staring at her. Even Elina's gaze was on her, as much as it could be as she pumped up and down Tau's length.

Yvain seemed to redouble his efforts in fucking Elina, his gaze never breaking from Rouran's body as he did so. Rouran teased her left nipple until it was hard, then reached across and kneaded her right breast. Between her thighs, her other hand explored the wet heat radiating from her pussy, her fingers stroking along the surface of her lips and making her groan before finding their way inside her.