The Exarch & the Errand Girl Ch. 09

"Hells and dragon's bells," moaned Yvain without thinking. The Sorcerer took him deep on her first push, letting him slide down her throat, and he wrapped his hand around the back of her head, helping her gather further distance. His eyes closed as he reveled in the pleasure.

When he glanced up, Siara's mouth hungrily working up and down his length, he saw Rouran had pulled herself up further onto the mattress, propping herself up on her elbows, staring at Siara inhaling his cock. He found her stare a little odd, the intensity of it obvious, but without so much lust as shock. And there was something else there as well, a sort of hostility, or offense, something beyond Rouran's normal indifferent expression.

Was the country girl jealous, he wondered. He could not imagine why she would be. There was nothing she need practically fear from a Sorcerer. Yvain knew he was nothing but an interesting cock to Siara. The Guild's own laws refused them marriage, although a few of them had children. But he wondered if Rouran did still think of her as something more, as a threat. To his great shame, he could feel his arousal somehow increasing, the idea that Rouran was potentially upset by the sight of him with another woman seeming to add a perverse spice to Siara's attentions.

Rouran caught his gaze on her, looking up, and he could see her gaze shift to one of lust. To his delight, she crawled to her own knees, pressing up next to Siara. He released his hold on Siara's hair, easing the pressure, so that Rouran could muscle her away, his cock popping out of the Sorcerer's mouth, wet from her work.

The buxom brunette wasted no time at all, wrapping one small hand around Yvain's cock and dragging his head to her lips, kissing the underside lightly for a moment. Yvain gasped as he felt her tongue play with the thin strip of flesh on the bottom of his cockhead, lashing it back and forth.

Almost as soon as he opened his mouth, Siara was there, pressing her lips against his, her tongue slipping into his mouth. He could feel her breasts pressing against the side of his chest, and Siara led his hand down between her legs. He groaned as he felt how wet she was, his fingers slipping across her lower lips before he tucked them inside her pussy.

And nearly forgot to do anything else as Rouran chose that moment to chase the entire length of his cock down to the base. Involuntarily, his other hand closed around the back of Rouran's head, and she moaned around him, the vibrations running through his cock and up his spine. One of her hands closed around his, guiding his fingers until he had gathered up all the strands of her long hair in his fist, barely able to close it cleanly, there was so much of it, so that it was arranged in a ponytail at the base of her skull, one that ran all the way across her back and down onto the bed near her toes. Yvain could feel her strain against his grip, feel her struggle with his control of her head as she tried to devour more of his cock. He shuddered, his hips moving practically of their own accord, thrusting into Rouran's open mouth.

Siara's pussy squeezed his fingers, and he felt her hand wrap around his on Rouran's head, applying a bit of pressure, guiding Rouran's head back and forth along Yvain's length. Rouran struggled a little at the appearance of Siara's hand, but her continued moans and, Yvain realized, in between kisses with Siara, that the hand she'd tucked between her legs indicated that she seemed to be enjoying this sort of assertive treatment.

Siara placed her other hand on Yvain's wrist, encouraging him to attend to her, and her kisses grew hungrier and more insistent as he began to pump his fingers back and forth inside her the Sorcerer's pussy, feeling the walls of her sex hugging the digits firmer and firmer, even while Rouran continued an indefatigable pace on his cock.

"Oh, Vash damn," he moaned. He could feel his pleasure building, as though every muscle in his body were crying to contract at once. "I'm going to...I'm going to..."

Siara flew onto the bed, pushing Rouran off Yvain's cock. She rolled onto her back in front of him, her hand wrapping tight around the base of his length, guiding him between the lips of her pussy while Rouran sat back and looked on. Yvain groaned as Siara's wet hot body enveloped him, her legs wrapping around his waist, her ankles locking together, dragging him forward until he was buried to the hilt inside her.

"Oh—oh..." he groaned and when he looked up, Rouran was teasing one heavy breast in her hand, her other hand still pressed between her legs, playing with herself as she leaned against Yvain's headboard, her legs spread.

"Fuck—" Yvain gasped and he felt himself spurting inside Siara. The Sorcerer reached up, ensnaring his neck with her hand, drawing him down on top of her, her thighs keeping him thrusting into her lithe, firm body, muscle and sinew and hardness where Rouran seemed only soft, and yet, at the same time, so enticing, as though he'd fallen into his own glass of dragon water.

Siara moaned herself, pushing Yvain back up, his cock still inside her, pouring his cum into her pussy. Her hand was still wrapped around the base of his cock, and he felt it shift, stroking the last few spurts out of him, squeezing so as not to miss a drop, making sure it was all captured between her folds.

Siara reached one long sculpted leg up, pressing her foot on Yvain's chest and pushing him away from her, so that his cock slid out of her, still hard enough to point out into the air. Siara tucked her legs closed, then positioned herself so that she was facing Rouran at the headboard, the two women at opposite ends of Yvain's bed.

"Come here, Widow Metil," the Sorcerer ordered.

Rouran might have been a country girl, but she had adapted to life in Tia Vashil quick enough to know that one did not refuse a Sorcerer. She ceased her movements on her own clit, crawling down the bed to Siara, Yvain staring at her breasts hanging down, swaying as she made her way over Siara's knees, the wondrous round globes of her ass in the air. Yvain wanted to grab her, then, despite how fresh he was from Siara's pussy.

"Have you ever been with a woman before?" asked Siara. "Ever pleasured her?"

"No..." whispered Rouran. She glanced at Yvain for a moment, and in the instant before she looked back at Siara, he saw her cheeks were flush with color.

"No interest in it, I'd imagine," grinned Siara. She had one hand down between them, grabbing one of Rouran's heavy breasts, hefting it in her hand, teasing the nipple on the end between her fingers.

"It's never occurred to me either way," gasped Rouran. She was swaying a little on the bed, watching as Siara continued to massage her breast.

"Always time to learn," murmured Siara. She pulled Rouran's head up, kissing her softly, letting her teeth graze along Rouran's lower lips for a moment before spreading her own thighs apart and applying a soft pressure to Rouran's back until the other woman had buried her face in Siara's pussy.

"Clean up after Sergeant Wair," Siara hummed. Her heavy lidded eyes glanced up to find Yvain's, and she wound her hand through the hair on the back of Rouran's head as she did, smiling greedily up at him as Rouran began to lick at her cunt. "He has so rudely left me in quite a mess."

Yvain moved along the side of the bed until he reached the bottom, where Siara was. He leaned forward, kissing her, which Siara returned eagerly. He ran a hand down her chest, stroking her breast, kneading the soft flesh in his hand, appreciating its size in his palm.

Siara's hand ran up along his thigh, finding his cock, stroking it in turn as she kissed Yvain and Rouran lapped at her pussy. As Yvain's cock regained some of its steel, she broke their kiss, freeing her breast from Yvain's grasp, then leaned forward and sucked his cock again.

Yvain groaned, staring down as Siara's lips plunged up and down his length. A shiver ran along his spine, something beyond the warm pleasure of Siara's mouth setting fire to his nerves. He glanced down to see Rouran's eyes open, staring up at him from between Siara's thighs. Her hands were stroking up along Siara's stomach, the Sorcerer propped up on her elbow to suck Yvain's cock.

"Mmmm," Siara hummed. She released Yvain's cock, then shifted away, leaving Rouran behind.

Rouran pushed her way up onto her knees, trying to move Siara away from Yvain. The Sorcerer gave ground grudgingly, and Yvain grinned as Rouran wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I wish she wasn't here," Rouran whispered into his ear.

"Don't want to share?" he muttered back to her.

"No, not really," said Rouran. She pulled on his neck a little, and Yvain tumbled into bed with her. To his surprise, he wound up on his back, Rouran pinning him under her.

Her hand reached between her legs finding his cock, pulling it up to her pussy. There was only a moment of hesitation and she stared down at him, seeming to search his eyes for some permission or acknowledgement. Yvain's hands gripped her waist, feeling the firm, full curve of her hips, giving her a gentle but insistent pressure down.

Rouran sank onto Yvain's cock, her hand leaving his cock the moment he'd safely pressed into her pussy, her mouth open, her head raised. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he held her, pushing up in turn into her, groaning himself as her folds gripped him nearly as tightly as her hands did. He stared up at her, the smooth muscles of her neck working as she took each inch of Yvain, her heavy breasts, not full of the perk of youth, perhaps, but Yvain had more grey in his hair than he would have liked to admit and more of his frowns stayed carved into his face than they had in days passed.

He started to, or attempted to, rather, to use his purchase on Rouran's waist to drive up into her, to give her some rest while he went to work, or, perhaps more honestly, while he tried his utmost to maximize how much of himself was in contact with her, but Rouran had other ideas. She pinned his arms up over his head, moaning as she leaned forward, her breasts dragging along his chest, her nipples like warm pebbles across his pectorals. Her hips bounced back on him, and she used her feet to keep his legs flat, to prevent his knees from bending and giving himself any purchase, letting her completely control their action. She moaned and cursed, a series of epithets that would have rivaled even the best that Yvain's old training sergeant could have mustered to cow new recruits. One of her breasts rubbed across Yvain's face as Rouran impaled herself over and over on his cock, and when he managed to catch the nipple in his mouth, she let forth a new depth of obscene curses that nearly made him blush.

"Fuck!" she managed, one of the few words that a Priest of Vash would not have found heretical. "Oh, fuck, Yvain, this cock."

Any lingering shyness had apparently been disposed of and when Yvain did his best to raise off the mattress, pressing himself up further, Rouran's eyes opened slowly, a look of devouring hunger on her face, and disbelief that he could have tempted her to more, and then her eyes close again and she pumped back down onto him, taking his full length inside her and holding it for a moment.

Rouran tucked her feet up under herself, allowing her a better angle to control the action. When she did, Siara appeared at her back, and Yvain could feel the Sorcerer sitting over his knees. The blonde woman kissed Rouran's neck, then threaded one hand up through Rouran's cleavage to grab her neck. Rouran moaned as the Sorcerer's hand squeezed slightly around her. Siara's other hand stroked across Rouran's breasts, teasing the hardened nipples back and forth until she got another moan out of Rouran.

"Ride him," Siara commanded, her voice a theatrically loud whisper. "I want to see you take that entire cock into your cunt."

"Oh, fuck," gasped Rouran, through Siara's grip. Her eyes were wide now, and she stared down at Yvain, her expression somewhere between embarrassment and disbelief, trying to figure out what to do about the Sorcerer's sudden interruption. Siara's hand stroked down her body, grabbing hold of her waist, forcing her harder onto Yvain's cock, and they both moaned.

"You were made for this, you little country whore," Siara informed Rouran. "You were made to have a big, thick cock filling you up, weren't you?"

"Yes," breathed Rouran. The surprise in her eyes was gone now, replaced only by lustful pleasure, the heavily lidded thrill as her hips continued to pump up and down on Yvain's body, forcing him into her over and over and over. "Yes, Vash damn, I fucking need it."

Siara chuckled, and she stared down at Yvain.

"Look at him," she whispered at Rouran. "He can't believe his luck."

Yvain didn't know whether to grin or demand that Siara get out of his head. He had fallen between the sheets with more than a few women in his day, and a couple of times he'd found two willing to bed him at the same time, but never in his life had one been a Sorcerer and the other been so enticing as Rouran Metil. He did not know what to do with this.

Siara's hand grasped Rouran's jaw and she pulled the voluptuous clerk's head around to kiss her, a ferocious, dominant thing that gave the woman no space to breathe or to regain her senses. With a gesture, Siara commanded Yvain to thrust with what little space he had for it. He did, and he could hear Rouran's surprised muffled moan through the Sorcerer's lips.

"Well, better make sure he doesn't think this is all just a dream," said Siara. She fell off of Rouran, lying next to them. Yvain watched as her hand trailed down her body, slipping through the flecks of golden fur at the junction of her thighs before finding her clit and manipulating it.

Rouran seemed to take this as a challenge, because she commenced bouncing on Yvain's cock, long plunging strokes that took him from tip to base. He stared up at her, watching as she used one hand to play with her clit, while the other fondled her breast.

He felt slender fingers on his hand, and he looked over at Siara, who took his hand and brought it between her legs, where he slid his fingertips across her slit, feeling how soft and yielding her lower lips were, before shifting up to stroke back and forth across her clit. Siara turned slightly, to give him better access, then wrapped her hands around his face and kissed him, just as hungrily as she had Rouran.

Rouran evidently grew jealous of the attention, because she began to pound back on Yvain harder than ever, enough that he was drawn back to her by the pleasure pouring through his body. He glanced up at Rouran, gratified to find her staring intently at him, and when his eyes met hers, a faint, coy smile crossed her lips.

Her next stroke was evidently a good one, because she lost her balance and tumbled forward, landing on all fours over Yvain, his cock still curved up into her pussy. She gasped and groaned, lowering her head into his shoulder, biting at the flesh just below his collarbone.

Yvain's hand left Siara's body and he grabbed Rouran's waist. He could feel that she'd returned her hand to her clit, stroking herself furiously, and he held her in place while he pistoned up into her.

"Yes! Oh, hells and dragon's bells, yes!" she screamed. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!"

Yvain let out a guttural moan and he turned, rolling Rouran onto her back, her thighs spreading around his hips, her heavy full breasts flattening slightly on her chest. His first thrust sent a tremor through her body, her breasts bouncing in response while her head rolled back, her back arching.

Her hand beat out a quick rapid rhythm on her clit and she was muttering an indistinguishable string of curses into his ear, when all of a sudden she leaned forward and bit his ear lobe, then buried her face in the nape of his neck. She let out a long moan, muffled by his skin, then a series of swears, invoking Vash the Sky Dragon, Kili the Mite, and any remaining deities that might have been listening should such a heretical thing be true, and he felt her body pulse over and over, her focus completely lost as her orgasm overtook her.

As she exited her haze of pleasure, she grabbed his biceps, digging her nails into his skin, the pain a mild distraction that served to hold his pleasure at bay.

"Fuck me, Yvain," she begged him.

Yvain did exactly that, thrusting into her over and over. He kissed her neck, tasting the salt on her skin, feeling her skin vibrate under his lips as Rouran moaned, one of her hands digging through his hair, the other grasping his buttock, guiding him, or possibly just holding on.

"You can do better than that," said Siara. Yvain and Rouran looked up at her, nearly having forgotten that she was there at all. The Sorcerer had two fingers embedded in her own pussy, but she removed them, and climbed up onto her knees. She pulled at Yvain's shoulder, and he lifted up, pulling away from Rouran. Rouran's legs locked around him for a moment.

Siara grinned.

"Tut tut, Widow Metil, you must not be so greedy. There is plenty of Sergeant Wair to go around," she said, snapping her fingers. Rouran's legs unlocked and her hands flew up above her head, her wrists crossing as if held by cord. Her eyes grew wide at the Sorcerer's use of magic, and she looked to Yvain for help, but he wasn't sure what he could do. Siara planted a hand in the middle of his chest, pushing him out of Rouran, both of them moaning as her pussy clung to his shaft before it emptied.

Siara waved at Rouran, and she was rolled onto her stomach, her body becoming repositioned on the bed until her legs were hanging off the edge, spread wide, her ass raised up into the air. He stared down at the fine muscles in her back, her tanned skin, the shape of the sides of her breasts, pressed between the mattress and her chest spilling out, the taut muscles in her thighs straining as Siara's spell held them apart.

"Are you comfortable, Widow Metil?" asked Siara.

"Yes..." said Rouran. "Although I'm a little disturbed by what's coming..."

"Nothing worse than what came before," said Siara. "Stand there, Sergeant Wair."

She pointed to just behind Rouran.

Yvain climbed off the bed, leaving Rouran and Siara on it, and he stepped up until he was standing at Rouran's rump, his cock hovering over her ass.

"Hmm," said Siara. She made a show of lying across the bed in the opposite direction of Rouran, twisting Rouran's extraordinarily long hair into a thick braid with magic and coiling it up so it was out of the way. Yvain was amused to see Rouran attempt to see what her hair looked like, even though she remained trussed by Siara's spell. Siara gestured and Rouran's buttocks and waist lifted up off the bed until the very tips of her toes were all that was touching solid ground. Yvain's cock rested in the cleft of her ass.

"Much better," said Siara. "Still comfortable, Widow Metil?"

"Almost," said Rouran.

"The spell's not cutting into your waist, is it? It should feel like a cushion."

"It does," said Rouran. She wriggled her butt, Yvain's cock moving with it. "It's just that there's a..."

"Ah, well, I can take care of that," said Siara.

The Sorcerer reached forward, grasping Yvain's cock by the base, lifting it clear of Rouran's body. Rouran gave out a frustrated moan, and Siara climbed on top of her back, resting her cheek on Rouran's ass while her tongue teased the head of Yvain's cock. He groaned, and he could see Rouran try to turn around and see what Siara was doing, though the spell kept her completely immobile.

Siara reached a hand up, wrapping it around Yvain's buttocks, pulling on him, forcing him to push his cock inch by inch down her throat until he was pressed up against Rouran's posterior, Siara's nose tickling his skin. She stared up at him for a moment, then closed her eyes as though savoring him, before shifting her hand around to his waist and pushing him away until his cock slid out with a wet pop. She grinned, taking him in hand, then forcing him down, guiding him forward again to press home into Rouran's waiting body.