The Exarch & the Errand Girl Ch. 15

Noab groaned, and she felt him lengthen his strokes for a moment, pushing in so deep she gagged, until he pulled himself away, stroking himself hard.

More cum splattered across her face and neck, a streak down between her eyes and over her nose to her lips.

Noab didn't stop stroking himself, aiming further, painting her skin with his seed until he was completely spent and she'd gained nearly a dozen fresh stripes.

He placed his cock back in her mouth, and Rouran obediently sucked the last few drops out.

"Maybe we ought to keep her about," he chuckled as he dismounted the table.

"You'll get no complaints from me," said Tredgar. He pushed her ankles up, stretching her, bending the angle a little more, and both he and Rouran moaned. There was something building in her, something warm and powerful, like a sip of dragonwater spreading across her body. Tredgar ran a hand down her legs, his thumb finding her clit.

"Oh, hells..." she moaned. She tried to clamp down on the feeling, squeezing her eyes shut, but that was a mistake, her attention drawn entirely to the sensation of Tredgar's cock in her ass. Her fingers dug into the felt of the table as her hands balled into fists.

"Vash, oh, fuck, oh, hells and dragon's bells, oh Vash!" she cried as the sensation ripped through her. Her back arched and she could hear Tredgar laughing with glee, but she afforded herself no time to dwell on it, as long as he continued to fuck her ass, her body burning with pleasure. Red erupted like fireworks behind her eyelids and she let out a wordless scream.

"By the Sky, you should feel her when she's like this, she's so—" Whatever comment Tredgar might have made was lost as he, too, fell victim to his climax, sputtering and leaning forward, putting the bulk of his weight on Rouran's calves and thighs as he forced himself deeper into Rouran's body.

"The deal?" asked Rouran, summoning the last of her strength.

"You've done your part. Now we'll do ours," said Tredgar, still buried to the hilt in her ass. He pulled out slowly, eking a small moan from Rouran, and he grinned down at her.

In that moment, she knew very well that he had no intention of fulfilling the terms of their agreement. Maybe the others would, but Rouran had no great faith in them either.

"Go bring the guard from the library door in," Tredgar told Noab.

"You don't mind, do you?" asked Tredgar, swatting Rouran's ass again. "We've got to get him off the door if we're to get those people out.."

Noab reappeared with another conspirator in robes, who looked extremely confused at the sight of the four vai Kellers in various states of undress, and Rouran lying in ruined clothes on the table.

"Keep this girl company," said Tredgar. "She's not to be kept with Lord Ked."

Rouran lay panting on the billiards table, her legs splayed limply off the side, her hair spread across the felt, her exposed chest, covered with the vai Kellers' seed, rising and falling with each deep breath. She stared up at the man Tredgar had invited inside, not offering even a hint of concern as he shed himself of his robes and undid his belt, his trousers pooling around his feet.

"Better make it quick," Tredgar warned, as his brothers exited the room. "You wouldn't want to be found deserting your post."

He grinned at the sight as the man placed his hand on Rouran's thigh, pushing it apart.

"When you're done, tell one of the others," he laughed, then slipped through the door, closing it behind him.

The rebel said nothing, only slid his hand further along Rouran's thigh. His hand wrapped around his own cock, and she could see his hips move as he strained to reach the height of the billiard table.

She listened carefully to the hall outside, listening to the footsteps going down the stones. There were some voices, and then some laughter and then soon all she could hear were the heavy breaths of guard as he drank in her body, his hand on her thigh as he positioned himself.

There was a loud crack as the billiard ball in her hand struck the man on the side of his skull, and he gave a brief groan before he tumbled face first onto the table, lying on top of her.

She listened again for a moment, desperately sure that the sound had been heard and the brothers would come rushing back inside to find her. When there was no movement, she shifted, and found the weight of the man atop her slightly bulkier than she had anticipated.

"Fuck," she grunted, as she summoned her strength and pushed him away. His balance apparently shifted, because he slid backwards and there was another crack as his chin caught the edge of the table and a thud as he completed the fall to the floor.

"Sorry!" exclaimed Rouran, then cursed herself for apologizing in the first place.

She used the remnants of her dress to clean herself, then thanked Vash the man had already undressed himself. Getting his trousers off his limp form would've taken her more time than she could afford. His clothes were far too baggy in most places, and far too snug in others, but it would have to do. She found a dragon jade dagger in a sheath hanging from his shoulders and tucked it over herself.

She cracked open the door, checking for any sign of a guard or other conspirator. From what she could see, no one was around. It occurred to her that Lord Cail had not brought very many people. His conspiracy likely could not even have extended very far into his household guard—his family's tradition of support for the Guild was well known, and Rouran knew that more than one of the vai Keller household considered themselves loyal Vashili. He had placed all his faith in this move. Rouran did not know whether he truly expected to succeed in his attempt, but she knew that gambling his whole endeavor on this roll of the dice made him all the more dangerous.

Two options presented themselves. The first was obvious: she could return to the study and attempt to free Lord Ked and his staff. She had no idea how she might do so. She had the dagger, which might allow her to take one man by surprise, but there was more than one man guarding the library. Not to mention that Lord Cail's sons were likely there as well.

The other option was to attempt an escape herself and find...Yvain, perhaps. Or make her way to the Guild, preferably. Not that she doubted Yvain's capability, but he was hardly the man to take all of Lord Cail's men by himself.

She turned and padded down the hall, away from the library, towards the dining room. She fingered the hilt of the dragon jade knife. It was a much heavier creature than the scaling knife she'd used to kill a Dragon Clan warrior, and yet she thought she would have traded it for something she was more comfortable handling.

She heard voices echoing up the stairs and she paused, listening for them to get nearer. They remained at a remove, and Rouran's curiosity got the better of her. She slipped down the hall, staying in the shadows, then poked her head out, looking down the grand staircase that led into the vai Ullan's dining hall.

Below her, a man stood at the table. It took her a moment to realize his trousers were hanging half-undone down his thighs. A shapely pair of legs were wrapped tight around his waist, the ankles crossed. Rouran saw the blond mane on the man, and cursed her luck to find a vai Keller son in her path. And so soon after her—they were insatiable.

As she watched, however, she realized it was not one of the vai Kellers she'd been with. The man was altogether different, older, more determined to indulge in his pleasure, rather than just to take it. The moans of the woman spread on the table before him tickled some memory of Rouran's. Herself on the billiards table, she thought.

With a start, she realized she was watching Lord Cail himself fucking.

And finishing, for that matter, because a moment after she'd recognized him, he'd stopped his thrusting, and his hand disappeared in front of him, his elbow jerking violently.

"Oh, my lord," came a voice, and Rouran almost screamed in surprise and anger.

The woman on the table was Sorcerer Siara.

There was a sharp slap, and Lord Cail stepped away, giving Rouran a clear view to Siara, spread on the table, Lord Cail's cum spread across her stomach, her dress hiked up above her breasts. Rouran's hand closed around the hilt of the dragon jade dagger without her realizing it, so tight her knuckles turned white.

"Is it sweeter for the victory?" Siara asked.

Lord Cail laughed, the sweaty, throaty laugh of a person coming down off the high of their climax.

"To be honest, I'd quite forgotten there was a victory," he said. "I only saw you, naked on Lord Ked's dining table."

"Oh, Lord Cail, you must think me the youngest Sorcerer that ever lived," laughed Siara. "To think that I haven't heard such flattery before."

Cail laughed again, then found a napkin, throwing it to the Sorcerer, who wiped down her belly before pulling her dress back into place and climbing down off the table.

As Lord Cail did up his belt, another pair of the conspirators ran into the dining room, from the hall along the first floor.

"My lord," one the two new men shouted, then saw Sorcerer Siara and paused.

"Speak, man," said Lord Cail. "We have nothing to hide from her."

"Ah, my lord," said the man, fiddling with his sleeve as his companion attempted to deaden his eyes. "The Exarch's clerk...the one on the investigation..."

"Rouran Metil," supplied Siara.

"Yes, ah...she has escaped."

"What?" snarled Lord Cail. "How?"

The conspirator looked like he'd been dreading this moment in particular. He looked to his fellow, who seemed to be practicing and succeeding in playing a convincing statue.

"Ah...um...your sons, my lord, they...er...borrowed her for...and—"

"Do not tell me a single word more," said Lord Cail.

"I told you she was cleverer than you took her for," said Siara.

"You told me not to have her killed," said Cail. "Now that mercy may have doomed the entire endeavor."

He shook his head.

"Now is not the time for sharp words between us," he said. "How long has she been missed?"

"Not very long at all," said the other man, happy to deliver good news and leaving his friend as the harbinger.

"Good. Siara and I will return to the study. One of you check on the garden to make sure she has not gone out the way we came in. The other go back and find some men, go room to room, and search the estate just as we did when we arrived."

The men nodded, one running through the dining room to check on the garden, the other rushing back the way they'd come. Siara and Cail moved quickly to the stairs, climbing to where Rouran stood hidden.

She tried a door, found it locked, and tried another, which was also locked. If she went too much further back, she'd be in the billiards room again, and then within earshot of the library. She tried another door, and it gave. As she slipped inside she went to close it and heard footsteps.

"Did you hear that?" came Siara's voice.

"Hear what?" asked Lord Cail.

Rouran looked around the room for a hiding place, but it was nothing but a closet, apparently for linens. For some reason, the image of herself cloaking herself in a sheet and standing perfectly still came to her, and she almost barked a laugh. She caught herself, and moved as quietly but quickly as she possibly could to the wall behind the door.

The footsteps continued, growing louder and louder and then one set stopped.

"Here," said Siara. "This door's open."

"I didn't see anyone, did you?" asked Lord Cail.

"No..." said Siara. All the same, the door began to push open, and Rouran did everything in her power to slow her breathing. When it had swung open, but not back up against the wall, she could see the side of Siara's face through the gap. She glanced down, watching as the door continued to swing on its own, getting closer and closer to her feet, enough that it would stop when it struck her boots.

And then, mercifully, it stopped, the wood close enough that Rouran could smell it.

She saw Siara take another step forward, walking in further and further so that she could see the very edge of the Sorcerer's hand and her blonde curls over her shoulder.

"Anything?" she heard Lord Cail ask from the hall.

"No," said Siara. Her hair fluttered, and Rouran saw the very tip of the woman's nose appear in her sight, but no more.

"Come on, then," said Lord Cail. "We have to find this Joian bitch before she escapes."

Siara made a noncommittal noise, and Rouran listened carefully as the Sorcerer turned and left, following Lord Cail down the hall.

She stood as still as she could for as long as she thought safe, trying to keep her nerves together, though she was shaking with fright. But she soon decided she could not stay there forever, especially if they began to check the rooms over again.

She glanced down the hall, saw it was empty, and made her way back to the dining room. No one was there, and she slipped down the stairs as quietly as she could, rushing behind the chairs of the table and keeping low as she crossed to the doors that led out to the vai Ullans' garden.

The man Lord Cail had assigned to inspect the gardens was still there, and Rouran leapt back, only to realize he had no idea she was there. He was walking towards the garden's expansive hedge maze, and Rouran frowned wondering if he might go in, but instead he turned at the entrance and walked along the edge until he disappeared around the corner. He did not seem to be searching, so much as heading somewhere, and Rouran wondered where that might be.

She took another breath to calm her nerves and ran across the field to the hedge maze, following after him.

He continued following along the edge of the maze until he reached the next corner, but this time, rather than following it, he continued down, where the ground sloped sharply down. Rouran knew that this section of the estate's grounds was meant to disperse water away from the house and the maze during heavy rains, as well as provide a place for water in the pond to go. Lord Ked had told her as much when she remarked on how it seemed to contrast with the otherwise intricately planned gardens.

But she'd never bothered to think about where the water went after that, she realized as she followed along behind him.

At the bottom of the run was a metal grate set into a concrete foundation. The conspirator began to look around it, then he tested the weight of the grate. Or, perhaps, he simply lifted it, since it came up so easily.

He glanced down it, then looked up.

Just in time to see Rouran hit him in the face with the heaviest rock she could find.

The conspirator gave a grunt and stumbled on his knees sideways, splayed out on the ground. To Rouran's dismay, he immediately began to collect himself, rising up onto his elbows.

She hit him with the rock again, harder this time.

To her great relief, he stayed down, although she could see from the rise and fall of his chest he was still breathing. She threw the rock away, and stripped the man of his dagger, then cut some strips from his clothing to bind his hands and feet as best she could. She was sure the knots wouldn't hold, but there was nothing for it, it was all she could manage on such short notice.

She glanced at the lifted grate, and then down into the hole it had covered.

Back into the sewers, then, for the second time in days.

She was beginning to think the Guild wasn't much worth it.