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"Oh fuck yes!" Rouran swore. He watched as her hands, still held together at the wrists by Siara's spell, opened and closed on the bedclothes, her nails digging into the fabric of his sheets as he slipped to his full length inside her. He groaned when he bottomed out in her, her buttocks pressing against his hips, the delirious feeling of her enveloping him, his whole being, sweeping over him. "Fuck me!"
"You heard her, Sergeant," said Siara, from where she was resting her head on Rouran's rump.
Yvain only grunted, pulling back, then slamming into Rouran, his hands wrapping around her waist to aid him. Rouran groaned, and he could see her struggle for a better position as he pounded into her.
"Harder," commanded Siara.
Yvain gave her a look, reaching over her head, grabbing a hank of Rouran's hair, twisting it around his fist to give himself a better purchase, then driving into her again, watching as her firm buttocks jiggled and Siara's head shook with each stroke. He was only the length of a hand from the Sorcerer's face as he pumped into Rouran over and over, and Siara's eyes wandered from him to Rouran's ass shaking in front of her vision, back to his.
"Har—oh, fuck, Vash! Fuck—der!" screamed Rouran. "Fuck me like I fucking deserve, Yvain,"
Siara stifled a giggle, her eyes dancing with delight, teasing Yvain without saying a word. He roared, pulling Rouran's head back and up, pushing into her again and again with all his strength. Rouran screamed out again, but this time it was wordless approval, her head struggling to shake in his grip as Yvain was pounding into her.
The Sergeant could barely contain himself. His need was tingling down the small of his back, building towards the moment of no return, and he gasped and shuddered and Rouran moaned out with him.
"Oh, fuck, are you close?" she asked. He could feel her struggle against the invisible magical bonds of Siara's spell again, trying to better direct him.
"Yes," muttered Yvain. At any moment, he would think. The next stroke, perhaps...
As he slipped back to drive himself forward, Siara reached down and grabbed the base of his cock, so that he popped out of Rouran. The former fisherwoman shouted out in disappointment.
Yvain could hardly hear her. Siara swirled the head of his cock with her tongue, her hand stroking the long shaft as hard as she could, hard enough that Yvain felt himself pulse once before the pleasure even registered in his brain. He roared again, a long guttural moan he was sure every man in the barracks could hear. His cum came racing out of him, splattering across the side of Siara's face. The next jet of it shot across her waiting tongue, and she continued to pump him as he pulsed. Some of his seed fell across Rouran's buttocks, and she moaned. His grip lessened around her hair, and she leaned her head forward, glancing back over her shoulder at him, watching his face as Siara continued to pump his cock over Rouran's ass. To his surprise, Rouran was hardly upset, watching him with something like delight. She still looked embarrassed, of course—that much had not changed in the slightest—but she also looked quite pleased with herself, especially as he felt the aftershocks of his pleasure drive through him, forcing out another dollop of his cum across the top of her buttocks where it ran down her back and then into Siara's cleavage.
"Fuck," he muttered as he collapsed on the bed next to the two women.
"Let me go," said Rouran, to Siara.
"Not yet," said Siara. She grinned at Yvain, then turned to Rouran's skin, her tongue snaking out as she licked across Rouran's ass, cleaning her of Yvain's cum. Rouran gasped as she felt the tongue on her ass, then it quickly turned to a moan. She was staring at Yvain, and he leaned over and kissed her hard, although Rouran seemed faintly distracted. When Yvain glanced up, Siara was exploring Rouran's pussy with her mouth. He chuckled.
"Is she any good at that?" he asked Rouran.
"Pretty good, I'd guess," said Rouran. "I don't know much, but she's had a lot of time to—oh, fuck—practice."
"I'm very good," said Siara, rising from behind Rouran. "But, unfortunately, it's much too late for me to continue. Or too early, perhaps. Mistress Metil, you ought to be getting on as well."
She snapped her fingers and Rouran's body relaxed into the mattress, her hands slipping apart.
Yvain glanced out of the window. Over the roofs, he could see the sun was beginning to peek up over the horizon.
"Vash damn," he said. "I didn't know we'd spent so long together."
"To be fair, you were recovering from a serious head injury," said Siara. She smiled at him, a radiant, warm thing. "Well, I don't think there will be any further progress tomorrow until Mistress Heldi has finished interviewing the man we arrested tonight. Perhaps we will all see each other again before the week is over. Widow Metil, perhaps you will accompany me up to the Hill? Or perhaps, rather, you would prefer my company as you make your way to the Hill. This city is not always welcoming at dawn."
"I should be fine," said Rouran. "It's a market day—there will be plenty of merchants out to set up their wares. And I don't expect there's much more hazardous than anti-Guild plotters for me to encounter today."
"Very well," said Siara. She leaned forward and kissed Yvain once on the lips, then pulled the low-cut gauzy dress she'd been wearing back up over her shoulders, and slipped out of the door.
Rouran was still lying next to Yvain. He wanted to reach out and pull her into the crook of his arm, but when he made a move, she shifted away, sitting up over the side of his bed. He stared at the curves of her back, the way her hair cascaded down her back, pooling on the mattress.
"I should go," she said.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," he said.
Rouran laughed.
"Of course I do," she said.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because, Sergeant Wair, I'm the Exarch's personal secretary. And if I'm not serving as a liaison to your investigation, then I should be serving him. And I will serve him. Lord Ked has been extraordinarily kind since my arrival. To myself and my people. I can't betray that kindness by abandoning him just for a quick fuck."
"Is that what this was?" asked Yvain.
"Well, not so quick," admitted Rouran.
Yvain glanced at her, then sighed, rolling back over in his bed and staring up at the ceiling.
"I think I saw your clothes on the floor," he said.
Rouran stood up. Her clothes were on the floor, and she bent to collect them. When she turned she caught his eyes on her, exploring the curves of her body. She'd reason later that she should have said something, but at the moment all she could consider was that he was quite beautiful and quite naked, and she did not blame him for staring at her. It was rather gratifying.
"Until we meet again, Sergeant Wair," she said.
"Until we meet again, Widow Metil," he said.
- COMMENTS
schnertch9 months agoAuthorBook 3, which I'm tentatively titling "The Scourge and the Savior" is still very much in-process, unfortunately, so my answer is "I don't know," which I'll admit isn't satisfying. I know the shape of the plot, I know where it'll end up, but I want to make sure I give all the characters a proper goodbye, and that's proving harder than I might've guessed initially. And then there's also just a lot of plot for it. I've got a whole dragon and his army invading the Metropolises, plus a number of other conflicts that will result from the events in this book and the others. And then there's still some uncertainty about where it'll be published.
Anonymous9 months agoI have read both Dragon Jade chronicle from this site before it pulled off, I have been catching up with Duke and the Dragon recently. You have a good grasp of the characters and society in this stand alone book. Rouran and Yvain are an interesting pair considering their backgrounds and the fun sex they have together. When will you have book 3 of Keira and Pol ready next time. Catch ya later!
schnertch9 months agoAuthorDon't be ashamed of not reading the other stuff--I had to pull them off Lit years ago at the direction of my publisher, so my profile's stories page has sat fallow. Rouran was a small bit character in that first book (I think she's in all of four chapters and speaks in two), and I liked her so I amused myself by writing a story with her at the center, and then my publisher passed on it, so I brought it back to my roots.
Nynaeve! I never even put that together, but I definitely see it.
I think for Rouran that, despite her combative nature, she's taken a real beating to her self-esteem, and there is a little bit of a "this person's giving me attention, so don't fuck it up." She's a smart person who makes shitty decisions when it comes to love. I think we've all know of (or been) one of those people, who takes the "any port in a storm" approach to love and leaves everyone else baffled at what they're doing. If I were writing another draft, I might play that self-destructive "don't alienate the person offering me even a shred of love" drive up more.
abiostudent39 months agoHey, thank you for the reply!
I think that all of that makes perfect sense, to be honest, and fits your world perfectly.
Thank you for the peek behind the curtains, though. I'm ashamed to admit that I actually had no clue about your other works; I thought you were a first-time writer, like so many on this site. (But that means, for the record, I can reassure you that the story works perfectly well even for those who haven't read your other works.)
And hey, no worries on the discomfort, seriously. Sometimes it's important to the plot to make your readers uncomfortable, and this chapter certainly did reveal a lot about the world and the characters. (And shit, it's a lot better than some of the straight up rape stories that get categorized in sci-fi just because they happen to feature magic or a spaceship in the background. I've been bitching about that to the site admins for years.)
I just have a bit more of a romantic bent and want Rouran to find some proper happiness. :p
...But honestly I also think part of the fault is on me as a reader. I took some of the traits of the Widow Metil - her stubbornness, the unwieldy braid that kept getting so much attention - and probably placed some traits on her that were never actually there, ghosts from characters past. (Most notably Nynaeve from the Wheel of Time, if I had to guess.)
I just finished chapter 10 and was definitely expecting Yvain to get an earful at the *very* minimum for his conduct after they slept together, even if she did realize that was just how he's built. She is, after all, a respectable clerk to the exarch and has honor as a widow... But instead she apologized to him and he got laid again. I think at some point in the near future you deserve my going back and reading the whole thing this far in a single sitting, and as a more attentive reader. Perhaps then I'll bitch at you less!
schnertch9 months agoAuthorYes, I think nearly all Sorcerers kind of see nearly all sex partners as merely decorative playthings, and their approach to all non-Guild relationships is rooted in that "unquestioned gods of the city" authority. To Siara, she has no reason to step aside to make room for Rouran--Yvain's her fuckbuddy, not Rouran's, so from her perspective, it's Rouran that's horning in on Siara's good thing. She's not opposed to that, but she's taken some steps here to put Rouran back in her place and remind her who is what. YMMV as to whether that works for you or not, obviously.
As for whether Siara learned it from the Guild culture or simply added to it, eh...probably a little of column A, a little of column B. To pull back the curtain a little, a lot of the Sorcerers are so old that fleshing out their backstory or origins would require me to do a lot more work of figuring out direct family trees. That's also partially why none of them, save Pol Burr, have surnames (which they're required to give up on joining the Guild). I would assume that Siara is from either a noble family from Tia Vashil or Tia Joi (Tia Joi has a much more expansive "baron/count/duke/prince" noble hierarchy so there are lots to choose from) or one of the more powerful merchant families from the merchant city-state of Coulain. She comes by those aristocratic airs honestly.
Honestly, a lot of this book is me attacking a lot of the foundations for the society as I wrote it in "The Warlock and the Warrior" (though hopefully this book stands completely alone from that or "The Duke and the Dragon," and nobody's lost for having not read up on Pol and Kiera). I also think this story's a little more mature than that first book, at least. So you're not off in feeling like Siara isn't really that great a person and that she's maybe gained at least some of that from being a Sorcerer. You're picking up what I'm putting down.
Just FYI, there's one more scene in this book, towards the back half, that I think is a bit problematic as far as consent goes--it's given and it's informed, but it's not so enthusiastic, and it's meant to be written that way. It is also integrated into the plot, where this one is more of an interlude, and it's also telegraphed the chapter before, so I don't think it'll catch anyone by surprise, but you may be in for slightly more discomfort down the line. There's not as much emotional underlining as this scene though. Everything else beyond that *is* enthusiastic, though.
