The Exarch & the Errand Girl Ch. 12

"'Fear the end of your world,'" said Siara, when she looked at the dragon tongue script. "'We are coming.'"

The forge chamber was crowded, and Rouran had to crane behind Mistress Heldi and Master Garen to trade glances with Yvain. He gave her a deep frown.

"Confident for having most of their jade captured," said Garen.

"Is this all of it?" asked Heldi.

"Almost," said Mistress Lefana.

"How much is it not?" asked Heldi. "Enough to support an assault on the Guild?"

"No," said Lefana. "I could not see someone managing that with what is not here. But enough that they could stop a dozen Sorcerers. Plus whatever they had acquired before."

Heldi's stare betrayed no emotion, but she rounded on Yvain and Rouran.

"You are not to share this information with anyone, is that clear?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," said Rouran.

"Yes, Mistress Heldi," said Yvain.

"Good," she said. "You can call the Guard in to confiscate these things and return them to the Guild to be melted down."

She paused and smiled at the two of them.

"And good job, you two."

"Thank you, Mistress Heldi," said Yvain, practically stammering at the compliment. Rouran could barely manage the words.

"And Widow Metil, perhaps you will reconsider before trying anything so stupidly brave as to wander down into the sewers to confront two rebels by yourself again?"

"Yes, Mistress Heldi. I...I was only trying to find out what was going on."

"I know, Rouran," said Heldi. "It was only a joke. I am glad you made it out relatively unscathed. I would have grieved your loss. Now on your way. When you've found the Guard, consider yourselves dismissed for the night."

***

Yvain caught up with her after they'd informed the Guard that they could enter the chamber and climbed back out of the sewer. Rouran was walking down the street, unsure what she should do now. The adrenaline of the fight in the tunnel was still running through her body, and she could not countenance how she could ever get to sleep.

"Would you like some company?" asked Yvain.

"Yes. Very much," she said.

"Are you going back to the vai Ullan estate?" he asked.

"I thought I would," said Rouran, sighing. "Where else can I get a bath to clean this sewer scum off me?"

"The Guard Headquarters is closer," said Yvain. "And...you would be familiar with the baths."

"I wouldn't be able to change my clothes," said Rouran.

"You could borrow some of mine, if you'd promise to return them. A Guard's salary is not so great, even a sergeant's."

"How would I know that you're not simply trying to have an excuse to have me see the inside of your bedchambers again?" asked Rouran.

"Would it be so great a crime if I were?" asked Yvain.

Rouran smiled at him.

"I should return to Lord Ked," she said. "He's certainly curious to know what's going on in his city."

"He'll keep, don't you think?" asked Yvain.

"Not without me," said Rouran.

"He's managed for as long as you've been assigned to this investigation," said Yvain. "Another night would not hurt him."

There were hoofbeats on the cobbles and they both looked up to see two riders with House vai Keller livery galloping down the road.

"See?" said Yvain. "The nobility has many servants. Lord Ked can rely on people other than you."

"Maybe Lord Cail relies on just anyone. But Lord Ked chooses his servants with too much care for there to be very many of us," sniffed Rouran.

"I would tell my servants much the same, if I had any," said Yvain. Rouran gave him a hard stare, but as she held it on him, it softened of its own accord, despite her best efforts. An idea occurred to her.

"Would you come with me to the vai Ullan estate instead?"

Yvain blushed.

"I would not...I respect Lord Ked too much to...to sully his house by..."

"Oh," said Rouran. "If I'd know you considered being with me to be an...unclean...activity, I would not have—"

"No, no, Rouran, I don't—I didn't—you shouldn't let me talk too much," said Yvain.

"Perhaps not," agreed Rouran. "But if I don't let you speak now you'll never undo the damage of your last speaking."

Yvain began to say something, then he stopped and picked through his words.

"I apologize, Rouran," he said, finally. "It was a mistaken phrasing, one said without thinking. If I'm being honest, it's simply that I would be embarrassed if Lord Ked came to think of me as a tomcat, as he might if the first time I were to meet him in earnest was as the lover of his clerk."

"That's...understandable," conceded Rouran.

"As for how I view you, well, if you must know, I would strip that dress off you, filth and all, and take you here on the street if you wished it."

To Rouran's own surprise, her hand reached out and grabbed Yvain's crotch, feeling his cock through his breeches. Hard and thick, just like the last time she'd encountered it.

"Well, that, at least, is not a mistaken phrasing," she said.

"No," said Yvain. His hands wrapped around her back, pulling her tight against him.

Rouran's breath caught in her throat, and when Yvain bent to kiss her, she raised her lips to meet his, her hand not leaving his groin, instead stroking him back and forth harder through his pants. She felt him shudder, and she shook in echo as the soft velvet of his lips enveloped hers.

"You'd better take me to those baths," she told him.

***

She'd never bathed so quickly in her life. With her hair so long, it took hours to dry and care for, but she'd squeezed as much moisture as she could manage from it, Yvain watching her with wonder, submerged in the Guards' baths the entire time. She'd sat on his lap while he'd soaped her body, making sure to spend ample time playing with her breasts. There was almost no one around. Yvain explained that they'd arrived at an off hour—the changing of the Guard hadn't occurred yet, so most people were either sleeping or on duty. Rouran had let her hands drop between her legs from time to time, feeling for Yvain's cock. She'd been gratified to find him just as hard in the time they'd spent in the baths together as when she'd felt him on the street.

He'd lost patience quickly enough, once she'd toweled herself off, grabbing her by the waist and hoisting her off her feet. When she'd come to realize she'd giggled like an idiot at the gesture, she would be mortified, but in that moment Rouran had simply let herself enjoy the moment, the feeling of Yvain's strong hands pulling her over his shoulder, the warmth of his bare skin against hers. Naklas had lifted her off the ground a single time, on their wedding night, and then nothing he'd ever done had matched the romanticism of that moment. She would've consented to be anywhere in that moment.

She certainly was glad to find herself tossed into Yvain's bed.

"Come here," she told him, crooking a finger as she lay naked, crosswise on his mattress.

"Vash damn, Rouran," he said, staring at her from his viewpoint standing by the bed. "You should never wear clothes."

"Only you think so," she said.

"I'm sure I'm not the only one," said Yvain.

"Oh?" asked Rouran. "Who else do you know who is into widows with some extra weight?"

"I'd never expose you to such vile lechery," laughed Yvain. "But you should know that no one can see whatever it is you're talking about."

Rouran blushed, looking away.

"Embarrassed to be complimented?" asked Yvain.

"Perhaps," said Rouran.

"There's something particularly charming about a naked woman in my bed flushing when I tell her she's beautiful," he said.

"You're laying it on thick," said Rouran. "Perhaps I'll get dressed."

"You should stay right there," said Yvain. He put a hand on her knee, then leaned over the bed, walking up it slowly, so that his next sentence was directed to her navel. "I should like to see if I can make you blush again."

"Why?" asked Rouran. She gasped as Yvain leaned forward, kissing her belly button. She felt his tongue explore it, the tip circling around for a moment, tickling her.

Yvain gazed up at her, moving closer.

"You blush nearly your whole body over," he said. "It's striking. I don't know that I've ever seen such a thing before."

He leaned forward and kissed one heavy breast on the inside, next to her nipple, before turning and kissing the other. He took his time, kissing them softly, tucking his elbows under him so he could free his hands to play with her breasts. He never went after the nipple directly, though from time to time he kissed and licked around the big brown areolae. It wasn't long before Rouran's nipples were hard and aching to be touched, her pussy giving a faint echo every time her heart beat.

She decided that she would not let Yvain frustrate her all night, choosing to grab his face in her hands and pull his lips up to hers, kissing him something fierce. It seemed to catch him off guard, because his lips barely moved for the first few moments until she'd overwhelmed him.

Her hand reached down to find his cock, just beginning to gain its steel. It wasn't long, however, before Rouran's attentions put some life into him.

"Oh," moaned Yvain.

"Does it feel good?" asked Rouran.

"Yes, very much," said Yvain.

"You have a very nice cock, Sergeant Wair," said Rouran. "I do like the way it fills my hand. And the way it fills my mouth...and the way it fills my cunt."

Yvain smiled at her and she kissed him again, but this time he kept smiling when their kiss was over.

"I don't think I'm going to manage to make you blush again tonight, not if that's where your mouth is."

"Probably not, no," laughed Rouran.

He leaned forward to kiss her, and Rouran met him in turn, her hand tightening around his cock. She really did like the way it felt in her hand, the velveteen feeling of his skin, the sudden responses she could drag out of him. It made her feel alive. It made her feel in control.

She smiled as he climbed up onto the bed with her. She helped him find her pussy, guiding the thick bulbous head to her lower lips, teasing herself with his presence. She stroked him back and forth, moving him up and down as she did, the head of his cock getting wetter and wetter as it was dragged through the wet lips of her pussy. Rouran wondered, idly, if she ought not to get on her knees and suck his cock, but Yvain hardly seemed interested in that, moaning and shaking above her.

He grabbed her, rolling her up on top of him, and he thrust toward her without thinking. She knew it was without thought because he rubbed himself across her clit, not managing to make it into her pussy. She gasped as she felt the thick vein on the bottom of his cock pressing against her clit, driving it upward. Rouran raised her hips a little bit. Her chest lowered, and Yvain ducked his head slightly to catch one of her breasts in his mouth, abusing the nipple until she moaned. Rouran kept a hand between them, guiding Yvain's cock up at her slit.

She groaned as she felt him slip inside her, the thick head of his cock spreading her out, her body enveloping him. Yvain grabbed her hips, pulling her tighter to him, and she wrapped her hands around his forearms, digging her nails in as he slid into her even deeper. Her back arched as he reached the apex, and he seemed to practically inhale her breast, his mouth on as much of it as he could possibly manage.

Rouran wrapped her thighs around him, pulling him in closer, and Yvain's hands spread out under her back. She moaned as he began to thrust into her, hard, her hand gripping the hair on the back of his head, hard enough he cursed, but not hard enough he took her hand away, only that he increased his pace.

"Fuck!" she screamed as Yvain's pace became unbearable. Her hands flew off his body, grabbing the bedclothes, winding them into knots. Yvain's mouth left her chest, and he reared back, his hands lifting her hips off the bed as he did. He had an even deeper angle in this position, and he made the most of it, driving his cock into her again and again and again. She shouted out into the night, and Yvain shouted with her.

"Come for me," she moaned. Yvain shook his head. He clearly had other ideas. Rouran grabbed her breasts in her hands, hefting them, playing with them for him while he watched. Her thighs kept his pace frenetic, pumping into her.

"Come for me," she moaned again. "Please, Yvain...I want...I want to see it."

Yvain's gaze didn't seem to believe her, but she could feel that his body did. She grabbed him tight with her legs, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts as hard as she possibly could. Yvain shuddered, moaning. Rouran echoed him, her moan delighted. She released him, letting him slide out of her on the next thrust, her hand grabbing his cock, marveling at how thick and wet he felt in her hand. She pumped him vigorously, staring down at the bulbous head, before she looked up at Yvain, desperate to watch his face as he came.

She did not have to wait very long. Yvain gasped, his whole body seeming to tense, and then he let out a long, low moan. Cum sprayed from his cock, thick ropes that splattered across her stomach and chest. Rouran moaned with joy, encouraging him further, staring down at each eruption. He seemed to practically coat her with the stuff, so much came out of him. When he was done, he collapsed onto the bed next to her.

"Fuck, Rouran," he said, as though he did not believe what had just transpired.

She grinned at him.

"That was quick," he said.

"Disappointed?" she asked. She had never thought to do so before now, but she reached down to her stomach, spreading Yvain's cum across her body, rubbing it into her skin. It made her feel sticky, sinful, dirty, all at the same time, and she realized that she was rather delighted at it.

"A bit, perhaps," he said. "I...I could have spent the night with you."

"What's to keep you?" asked Rouran.

She rose up to her knees, leaning forward to kiss Yvain for a moment, before working her way down his body until she found his cock. She could taste herself on him as her lips slipped around his length. She forced herself to take as much of him as possible. It was easy, at first. Yvain's cock had lost much of its steel and she smiled as she pressed her nose into his torso, inhaling the mix of her body with his cum. After a couple of strokes, however, it became difficult, troublesome, for her to keep all of him inside her mouth, and she used her hand to pump along the length she could not suck on.

She could not have said how long she spent down there, only that somewhere along the way Yvain's hand touched her calf, then slid up her leg until he was stroking her thigh, then cupping one buttock, until finally he was using two fingers to stroke her slit before sliding them inside her.

Rouran moaned around his cock, then lifted off. She continued to pump him, but rested her head on his stomach, moaning as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.

She let herself become enraptured by the feeling of him plumbing her pussy, the digits working inside her, crimson bursting behind her eyelids as she squeezed them tight. Her lips reached out, touching the salty surface of his shaft, her tongue softly pressing where her hand didn't reach. Her thighs felt slightly weak. She had taken herself to being pushed by the strength of Yvain's hand, but it occurred to her that somewhere along the line, she'd begun to pump herself, and that the exertion of it was making her burn.

And yet, her body hungered for more.

She leaned forward, raising her ass up, her legs straightening. Yvain's fingers tumbled out of her, and she clumsily stumbled over him, spreading herself apart. She grabbed his cock, aiming it up at herself, then leaned back, spearing herself.

Yvain groaned. His hands tightened around her waist. Rouran's head rolled back, enjoying herself as Yvain filled her completely. She put both her hands on Yvain's chest, feeling the thick plates of muscles under her hands, then lifted her knees, shuddering as she pressed him even deeper inside her.

One of Yvain's hands reached up to cup a breast, and she moaned as his thumb dragged across her nipple, pressing her chest out so that more of her rested in his palm. She could feel his thighs moving gently and she smiled at how eager he was. She was eager too, although she was less of an open book.

She reached one hand behind her to grip Yvain's knee, steadying him, causing him to cease his movement. She rocked back on him, steadying herself with her hands as she began to pump herself up and down his length.

Yvain gasped as Rouran rode him, and she opened her mouth slightly, letting the sensation of him filling her, the view of his eyes gazing at her under heavy lids, his pupils large, his hands firm and warm on her body, his pleasure no doubt building in time with her own.

"Fuck, oh, Vash, fuck," she cursed. Her pace began to pick up speed, and Yvain was grunting with each crash of her body down onto him. "Dragon's bells, you feel good."

Yvain grunted, and before Rouran could react, he spun her around into the bed. His arm tucked under her left knee, keeping it lifted against her chest, her right leg straight against his. She gasped as he wrapped a hand around behind her head, drawing her lips to his, his tongue sliding into her mouth as he began to thrust down into her again. His other hand was mauling her breast, his fingers flicking her nipple over and over and over again, until she pried it away from her, shoving him down to her clit.

She was rewarded with the same motion against the nubbin between her legs, and felt his fingers get pressed hard against her every time he pounded into her. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his back, holding him tight to her body. He was still kissing her, still pinning one leg between them. Her other leg was wrapped around the back of his thighs, making sure he wasn't going anywhere in a hurry, keeping him from gaining too much distance.

Yvain shuddered and Rouran broke their kiss, tugging his head into the nape of her neck, her lips tickling at Yvain's ear.

"Oh, fuck, Yvain, come for me," she moaned. "I want to feel you coming inside me."

Yvain moaned into her shoulder, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine. She felt his pace increase for a moment, and she held him even tighter, her nails clawing into his back.

Yvain crushed her to his body, rocking in long, steady yet hurried motions, and Rouran moaned into his chest as she felt his cock roil between her legs, meeting an echo from Yvain's own mouth.

She let out a cry as Yvain's fingers pushed her out over the edge, and she felt his pace increase, just slightly.

"Yes, yes, yes," she whispered into his ear, trying to urge him along even as her climax poured into her, making her squeeze him as hard as she could manage.

"Fuck—" he started, and his hands flew from her breast and clit, grabbing her ass, digging his fingers into her buttocks. She gasped as she felt him tense as he came, his breath catching in his chest before heaving out of him.

"Yes..." she moaned, not caring how loud it came out. She wanted Yvain to hear her, to know how much she had wanted—needed—this moment. He rocked back slightly, lifting her up off the mattress, and she felt him tense again. She grabbed his face, pulling him against her, putting his chin on her shoulder, wrapping her arm around his head, and dragged him back to the bed.

With as much effort as she could muster, she rolled him over, straddling him, but holding him as close as she could, her breasts pressing into his upper chest. She bounced on him, making an effort to milk his cock as best she could with her pussy, moaning every time she felt him shudder or tense.

After what felt like hours but could have been only seconds, she collapsed off him, falling to the mattress.