The Exarch & the Errand Girl Ch. 10

He looked confused, and she smiled at him, then stood up, twirled softly, then collapsed back onto the bed.

"Come join me," she said.

Yvain grinned, that cocky, confident grin that she wanted to slap off his face and yet thrilled her all the same. He stepped forward, loosening the laces on his shirt as he did. Rouran sat up, and as Yvain came closer, she reached out and helped him divest himself of his shirt. She traced the scars and muscles on his body, the indentations between his abs, teasing him with a single finger. He looked down at her, grinning, then lifted her chin and kissed her again, pushing her back against the bed, crawling up on the mattress with her as she did so.

She wrapped her arms around his back, pulling his weight onto her, letting the warmth of him wash over her body. His hands traced the back of her body, tucking between her and the mattress, pressing her chest up into his. She moaned in the crush of it, her legs parting, tucking his body between hers. Yvain's hands worked their way down her body, squeezing her buttocks, a strong, assertive massaging that made her hum. His hands touched her thighs. She stroked along his bare back, working her fingers under the waist of his trousers. One of his hands made its way beneath her dress and he gasped as he reached the confluence of her thighs.

"You've no underwear," he said, backing away slightly in surprise.

Rouran grinned sheepishly, but she grabbed his wrist and placed his hand back on her cunt.

Their movements became frantic then. Her fingers tore his belt apart and then undid the laces on his trousers, pushing them just far enough down as was necessary to free his cock. She was gratified to discover Yvain already at full mast, thick and heavy in her hand, pulsing and warm to the touch. She groaned feeling him.

For his part, Yvain wasted no time, hiking her dress up above her waist, and pulling the laces of her bodice apart, letting her breasts tumble free of the fabric. He smiled, his eyes going wide at the sight of her exposed nipples, the wide dark brown areola encircling each one.

"Vash help me," he said.

Rouran said nothing, only tilted his cock down between her legs, her knees bending forcing him forward before he could get his pants down. Yvain slid home, pushing into her to the hilt on the first strike and she screamed out.

"Did I hurt—" he said.

"N-no—" Rouran groaned. "A-again!"

Yvain growled, or groaned so close to it that it made no difference. It made every nerve in Rouran's body burn with desire, staring up at him as he slammed into her again, his pace hard and rapid. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hugging him close, burying her face in his shoulder as he pounded into her, the hair above his cock grinding into her clit, sending shivers up her body. Yvain had one hand on her left breast, squeezing and kneading with an urgency.

"I'm—" he grunted.

"Fuck, Vash, fuck yes! Fill my pussy, Yvain!" she moaned into his ear. The recollection of Naklas finishing in a few strokes inside her came to her, but it struck her how different this was. That had been utilitarian, as though her late husband had been disposing of a nuisance. He'd barely looked at her, just fucked and then slept. This, with Yvain, the heightened, shocked, tortured expression on his face, as he stared into her eyes, as though every moment he went without finishing was agony, this made her feel alive, wanted, desired, as though Yvain had been building to this moment from the second she walked through the door, and there was nothing he could do to help himself.

"Come for me," she whispered, wrapping herself tighter around his body.

Yvain groaned as he came inside her, each hot jet coating the insides of her pussy, making her shudder in response. She slipped one hand between them, stroking her clit, letting his climax help coax hers along.

"Vash damn, Vash damn, don't stop," she urged him. Her fingers were flicking her clit back and forth, and she could feel Yvain moving inside her, though not as fast as before, but enough to keep the full sensation of him going, the delicious push of his body as he reached the end. He hadn't gone soft yet, and she thrilled at it.

"Oh, Vash! Vash!" Rouran called as her orgasm arched her back. Yvain groaned in response as she squeezed him again, holding him closer as she pressed herself harder against his body.

After she'd come down from her high, Yvain pulled out of her, leaving her with a joyful emptiness and an ache, and she grinned at him when he rolled onto his back and sighed.

"Pretty good," she said.

"Pretty quick," he offered.

"It doesn't have to be a long ordeal," she said. "Sometimes just the act itself is nice."

She reached up and stroked a bit of his hair, matted with sweat, out of his face. He glanced up at her hand, then at her.

"You're not falling in love with me, are you?" he asked.

Rouran looked at him, frowning.

"No," she said. "Of course not."

"When was the last time you did something like this?" he asked.

"Like what?"

"Fucked," he said.

"Well, with you," she said. "And Sorcerer Siara."

"Yes, with me," he said.

"And with Lord Tau," she said.

"That was also with me," said Yvain.

"I don't see how that qualifies," said Rouran. "Neither of us even touched the other. Well, perhaps once. But I don't see how that was fucking you if Lord Tau was fucking me and you were fucking Lady Elina."

"I...did you not feel...?" Yvain's voice trailed off expectantly, but Rouran gave him nothing.

"I suppose not," he conceded. "But beyond that, have you ever had sex outside of my presence or your husband's?"

"Of course," said Rouran. "There were men before my husband. And..."

Her cheeks flushed, embarrassed merely by the memory.

"What?" asked Yvain.

"I don't know how familiar you are with Lord Pol's exploits," she said.

"He's a fable among the Guard," said Yvain. "Fucked everything that's moved, I've heard. And hung like a horse."

Rouran frowned and looked away.

"Well, not all the stories are true," she said.

Yvain's brow furrowed then raised.

"You're joking!" he said.

"Never," she said. "I would expect you to know that by now."

"Hells and dragon's bells," cursed Yvain. "You've fucked Sorcerer Pol?"

"I pulled him out of the River Joi in a fishnet," said Rouran. "We...we shared a bed...for a few nights."

"How do I compare to him?" asked Yvain.

"Who cares?" snorted Rouran.

"I care," said Yvain. "The man's a legend. And now I've been where he has."

"'Been where he has?'" asked Rouran, indignantly. "I'm not a mountain, I'm a woman."

"And quite the woman, at that," agreed Yvain. "And both Lord Pol and I have had you. So which is better?"

"Neither!" said Rouran.

"Come now, one must be better than the other," said Yvain.

"How dare you, Sergeant? You're not satisfied enough to share a bed with me, you have to know whether it's the best bed I've ever been bedded on?"

"My honor's at stake," said Yvain. He said it in a plaintive sort of way, but the ear to ear grin on his face made Rouran laugh.

She leaned forward and kissed him, but broke the kiss just as his hands began to stroke her back. She crawled onto her knees, tucking her hands under her skirt and pulling her dress up and over her head, tossing it onto the floor, then helped him shed himself of his boots and trousers. When they were both naked, she bent over and grabbed hold of his cock. She grinned at him, then lowered her head, kissing the base of it, her mouth opening slightly to allow her tongue to tease where his shaft met his balls.

Yvain's hands gripped the bedclothes and he made a soft, strangled sound as she began to worship his cock, breathing steel into it with each touch until he'd regained his full length.

When he was as thick as she could make him, Rouran tilted his shaft straight up, licking around the head until Yvain was writhing, then opening her lips and burying his cock in her mouth. Yvain gave a satisfied groan as she took him as deep as she could manage, holding him for a second, then slipping, slowly, back up his length.

After the third or fourth time she'd traveled from his head to the base of his cock, Yvain reached forward with one hand, grabbing one handful of her very long hair, just at the base of her skull, pulling it tight and keeping her from rising entirely off his cock, shortening her strokes. Yvain moaned around his length, and she was thrilled to see that the vibrations sent tremors down Yvain's belly. His other hand wrapped around her thigh, stroking up until his fingertips were playing with just the edges of her pussy lips, making her shudder and moan on his cock, which he kept firmly lodged in her mouth. Yvain's fingers pushed at her insistently, and she spread her legs just slightly, making it easier for them to find their way into her waiting cunt.

"Mmmmph!" she exclaimed as Yvain's fingers pushed down to their last knuckle inside her, his fingers bending and pushing against the exterior wall of her pussy. He began to pump them, stroking her even as he pushed in and out of her pussy, the force of it driving her down his cock, then letting her back up with each retreat of his hand, creating a rocking motion that was not dissimilar from being fucked. Rouran had never been with two men at once, and even as she trembled at the feeling of Yvain's fingers pushing inside her and his cock filling her mouth, she could not help but wonder what it would be like if another man were to take his place behind her.

The desire filled her body with a gentle ache, and she forced her way off Yvain's cock, his hand letting her go when he realized he would have to struggle to keep her there. Rouran freed his hands from her body, slipping his fingers out of her pussy with a moan, and taking the hand on her head and placing it on her hip. She crawled over Yvain's body, lifting the fingers that had just been inside her to her lips, sucking on them, tasting herself mixed with his seed and making Yvain groan at the same time. She pulled her cascade of hair out of the way, then lifted Yvain's cock underneath her, letting the head tease her folds for one agonizing second. She could not let it wait further than that. He hadn't been out of her that long, and already she needed him, needed him to be inside her, to deliver the delirious fullness she craved. She sank onto his cock.

"Oh Vash!" she shouted as she buried him inside her, her ass resting comfortably on his thighs, her legs spread wide. Yvain sat up, one hand sliding up her back, the other cupping one heavy breast, leading it to his mouth, his lips closing around her nipple, making her moan and shudder as he teased it until it was as hard as a rock. After a few moments, he switched to the other breast, subjecting it to the same treatment. She stroked his ear as he suckled at her breast, grinding herself slowly on his cock.

When she couldn't take it anymore, she pushed him away, forcing him to lay back down. Rouran leaned back, groaning as she felt the angle change, his cock pushing up against her sensitive folds. Her arms tucked back behind her, her head lolling back, her back arched so much her freshly hardened nipples pointed at the ceiling. She began to pump up and down on top of him, easing him and out of her. She heard Yvain moan, felt his hands grip her ankles, holding her steady, and she lifted her head, looking down her body through heavy-lidded eyes at him, staring at the same ecstasy she felt reflected in his face.

She moaned as Yvain's thumb pressed up against her clit, rubbing in insistent if somewhat inconsistent circles. Her breath staggered out of her on the next stroke, and she mewed a little as Yvain pumped up into her in long steady strokes. She pushed herself up, raising her hands to rub her head and grab her own hair, thrilling at how deep each stroke from Yvain seemed to go into her, so that she could almost feel him in her stomach.

It didn't take much—between Yvain's hand and the angle and the sheer lust of the moment, Rouran's orgasm crested and her legs gave out, her knees landing on Yvain's torso, making him grunt, as she curled up, her body spasming with each wave, an explosion of profanity leaving her lips. Yvain grabbed her head with his hands, framing her jaw, and she grabbed his wrists, holding on, shuddering through it as he licked and kissed at her neck, moaning into his ear.

As she shuddered down off her cloud, Yvain wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight down to him, kissing her fiercely, one of her hands exploring the muscles of her chest, the fingers on her other hand stroking softly at his cheek, her skin alive as he kept her held, warm and comforted, in the crush of his embrace.

She couldn't have said how long they were like that, just kissing in the afterglow of her climax, but she could remember when Yvain rolled her over onto her side, slipping his cock out of her, the sudden emptiness an unwelcome surprise.

She didn't need to wait long, however. Yvain dismounted the bed, pulling her hips to the edge of the mattress, so that her legs were bent along the edge, her pussy exposed to him, but held tight by her thighs. She glanced up at him. He was staring at her slit, his eyes hungry and eager and she felt the same in turn.

"Hurry," she moaned.

Yvain grinned, grabbing her hip with one hand, his cock in his other, then feeding it into her waiting pussy inch by inch. Rouran moaned. This position made it feel like he was touching every inch of her. She reached a hand to play with her own nipple, tweaking it as she watched Yvain sink his entire thick shaft into her.

Yvain squeezed her tight to him, pounding her mercilessly. His hand slid up her body, grabbing hold of her right breast, kneading it hard while she played with her left. She put a hand on her buttock, lifting it slightly, encouraging Yvain to push in harder. He groaned and complied, eager to fuck her as hard as he possibly could.

"Oh, hells," she moaned as he leaned over her. Sweat was coming off his brow, dripping onto her body. He seemed insatiable, and she knew, of course, that part of it was that he'd already spent himself inside her, but another part of her, a part eager to be pandered to, felt that he was simply a man of incredible talent in the bedchamber, a man who could fuck her as hard and as fast and as long as she could ever want. She rolled onto the bed slightly, her arms extended past her head, reveling in the feeling of being completely used by the Guard sergeant.

"Rouran," he gasped. "I'm going to come."

Rouran gave a wordless moan, sliding off his cock. She slipped down onto the floor in front of him, grabbing his hand and encouraging him to stroke himself over her. She knelt, leaning back on the mattress, her arm tucked under her breasts, lifting them as much as she was able, the other hand stroking her clit as insistent and firmly as she could manage. She eased her fingers into her pussy, grinding the heel of her hand against her clit as she did so.

Above her, Yvain stroked himself furiously, groaning. Rouran leaned forward, licking across the bottom of his shaft, her tongue raking across the soft skin to the bulbous head. Almost the moment she reached it, Yvain exploded, cursing. A jet of hot white cum poured out across her face, another streaking over her cheek and chin, before he aimed himself lower, decorating her waiting chest with his cum. Rouran moaned, closing her eyes, stroking herself hard, plunging her fingers in and out of her pussy while she ground herself on her hand. Yvain's seed was warm and sticky, and a part of her found it soothing beyond what she could have realized.

She glanced up at him, his chest rising and falling as he panted, the last of his cum dripping just out of the tip of his cock. He was staring down at her, the look on his face enraptured, more so when she leaned forward and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.

He groaned as Rouran swirled her head around his cock, squeezing the last of his seed out. She didn't know what had made her do it, only that she could not have waited another instant without doing it. Her fingers were still pumping in and out of her pussy, even as she tasted herself on Yvain's cock, even as his cum dripped down her face and breasts. She moaned around his shaft, letting her fingers eke out another bit of pleasure from her, though she realized that another climax would be more trouble than it was worth.

What was worth it was staring up into Yvain's face to see how he looked down at her, his cock embedded between her lips. She retreated down his shaft slowly, making him groan.

"Are there baths here?" she asked.

There were, indeed, baths, although Rouran attracted a few looks when she entered in Yvain's company. She noticed that Yvain attracted a few looks as well, especially from some of the women Guards, and for some reason it rather pleased her as they both sank into the same tub together, cleaning themselves of the sweat, Yvain having provided Rouran with a sheet to clean herself with in the room enough to make herself decent. She thrilled as Yvain tucked her close to him in the warm water, scrubbing her back, then turning to let her do the same to him.

Cleaned and fresh, they returned to the room, giggling and joking with each other about their nudity, Rouran tweaking Yvain's ego about the looks he had received, Yvain tweaking hers about how it had probably been stares at Rouran's voluptuous form.

Rouran had her dress on and was doing her bodice up when the air shimmered around an empty chair, and Siara seemed to materialize in the seat. Rouran leapt back in shock, giving a shout as she tumbled back into the bed, and Yvain looked up from where he was tucking his smock into his trousers.

"Ah, it works as intended," said Siara.

"Where in the hells did you come from?" asked Rouran.

"Can you teleport?" asked Yvain.

"No," laughed Siara. She raised herself up off the chair. Rouran hastily tucked her breasts into her dress, staring at the effervescent Sorcerer, her clothes some sort of dark silken smooth lace that seemed to accentuate her curves, yet give her ample freedom of movement. Rouran doubted she would look quite as smooth and supple in such an outfit. More like potatoes in a sack a size too small.

"I came to find you, found the room empty, and decided to test the spell when I heard you at the door," Siara explained.

"Like a prowler," observed Yvain.

"Yes, very much, Sergeant Wair," said Siara. "Like the prowlers we must become when we follow Belgair tonight. The hour of his release is almost on us."

She glanced between Rouran and Yvain.

"Come," she said. "Unless you two would prefer to stay here and fuck once more."

She gestured, and the door to Yvain's room opened on its own accord, allowing her to glide out. Yvain looked at Rouran, and she hurried into her boots, throwing her belt around her waist and rushing without waiting for him.