Fione turned her attention back towards Aren’s clit, but she could feel Jin’s presence behind her as he knelt. His hands rode up her legs, and he gripped her hips, lifting them into the air. She splayed her knees out, and felt Jin press up behind her, his hand feeling the wetness at her own pussy. The warm tip of his cock followed, pressing up against her before he slipped in, steadily pushing until he was in her to the hilt. She groaned into Aren’s pussy as he reached the apex, then grunted when he began to thrust, losing her place on the chief’s clit.
Aren dragged her back into place by her hair, and she clicked her tongue at Jin.
“Slower,” she ordered. “You’re disturbing me.”
Jin’s pace slowed down, and Fione moaned in disappointment. Jin’s cock was unbearably slow, withdrawing from her with a lazy ease, so that when he had completed his out stroke, it took ages for Fione to feel full again.
As if mercifully distracting her, Aren pushed against the back of her head, pressing her face up against her pussy, guiding her back to the clit.
Fione turned her focus back to the nubbin in her mouth, trying to put the feel of Jin—oh dragon’s bells!—Jin’s cock pressing in and out of her body from her mind. She still hadn’t found much in the way of women to desire, although Aren’s svelte and muscled form would almost have passed for a man’s if not for the wide hips and proud tits she boasted. But having been tortured by Uli’s tongue had taught her one or two things.
And soon enough, it was apparent, that Aren appreciated the efforts very well. Fione sucked and fluttered her tongue over the chieftain’s prominent clit like she would have taken a lover’s nipple in her mouth, teasing it back and forth between her lips.
Aren’s hand releasing Fione’s hair so she could play with her own nipples was the princess’ first clue. Her second was Aren’s back arching, pressing her pussy into Fione’s mouth, the chief’s ankles locking behind Fione’s back, tugging the princess tightly forwards. And her third clue was a crescendoing groan that went silent before it could become a shout, and the flood of flavor that spilled across her tongue, before Aren sighed and pushed Fione away.
Behind the princess, Jin grunted in relief, his extraordinarily slow pace picking up, driving harder into Fione’s pussy, making her moan and the cheeks of her ass jiggle as his strokes picked up steam.
But Aren clicked her tongue again, rising from her pillows and approaching him.
“No, no, Sir Jin. Save that for me.”
Jin groaned as Aren pushed him away, his cock sliding out of Fione and making the princess groan in turn. When Fione looked back, Jin’s cock was standing at attention, glistening with the juice from her pussy.
Aren lifted his chin and bent to kiss him, then turned and knelt in front of him, pushing Fione out of the way. The princess rolled onto her back, watching as Aren reached between her legs to find Jin’s cock, guiding it to her pussy. When she’d fitted his head between her folds, she sank back, impaling herself on the length, a satisfied grin crossing her face.
“Are Vashili men always so lazy? Or only with important woman?” she asked, when Jin was slow to start again.
As if heeled on by the taunt, Jin grabbed Aren’s hips, plunging himself hard into her, making her gasp as he drove her forward, her elbows locking to keep from losing her balance. She thrust back against him, gasping and groaning. Without thinking, one of Fione’s hands found her own clit, teasing it between her fingertips as she watched them.
Jin grunted, and she looked up into his bright green eyes to find them staring back at her. Aren was still pumping determinedly back at him, moaning slightly with each stroke. Jin’s attention left Fione, and she watched as he grabbed Aren’s elbows, tucking her arms behind her back, so that her chest and head rested on the cushions behind her. Jin’s strokes were growing more determined, pushing Aren forward.
“Oh, fuck, yes, Kili’s breath, fuck me!” she encouraged him. From this position, it was difficult for her to move back in time, and Jin planted his legs outside her, slamming his hips against her upturned rump, driving her forward, her body flattening with each stroke until he was pumping down into her, her body prone against the cushions, the cheeks of her ass forming perfect globes each time the crush of his body came driving home.
Fione glanced into his face, catching his gaze. Sweat was dripping down his brow, his skin glinting with it, and he stared at her, drinking in Fione’s form even as he plunged his cock into Aren’s cunt. She could see from his expression that he was close, but that he would have prolonged this for as much time as he could manage.
Fione rose to her knees, reaching out a hand to stroke his cheek, then seizing his face with both hands and kissing him deeply, murmuring into his lips in pleasure as he kept up his pace with the Dragon Clan woman beneath them.
“Fill her, my prince,” she whispered into his ear as she broke the kiss.
“Fuck!” cried Jin, driving forward once more, his hands leaving Aren’s arms to grab her waist, pulling her hard against him. “Oh, fuck!”
“Yes!” Aren called in return. “Oh, that’s it. Oh, my... that’s it.”
Jin shuddered for a moment, staring at Fione with a look of pure ecstasy that made her want to taste him again, and when he pulled away from Aren a moment later, she saw a thin trickle of cum slipping from the head of his cock.
He dismounted the chief and fell to the cushions, panting. Fione rolled on top of him, kissing him, ignoring the Clan chief beside them gasping for air herself.
Jin held her tight, kissing the side of her face, then whispering in her ear.
“I think she’s all talk between the sheets,” he said. “She was quite receptive to being handled like that.”
“So?” asked Fione.
“So, you’re her princess,” said Jin. “Rule her.”
Fione looked over at Aren. The Dragon Clan chief was still flush from her exertion, her eyes roaming Jin and Fione’s bodies. Her head was cocked slightly, giving away that she was trying to hear what Jin was murmuring.
“Roll over,” Fione told her.
To her surprise, Aren reacted without thinking, turning onto her back almost immediately. Fione slipped off Jin, grabbing Aren’s thigh.
“Spread your legs for me,” she ordered.
Again, to her surprise, Aren obeyed, and Fione dropped her head to the chief’s pussy, lapping up a line of white creamy cum that was dripping out of her.
“Oh no,” groaned Aren. “Princess, you’ll clean him out of me.”
She pressed her hands on Fione’s head, trying to push the princess away, and Fione knocked them away.
“Jin, hold her arms,” she said. Jin grabbed the chief’s wrists, pulling them over her head. Aren gasped, trying to close her legs, but Fione pushed them apart, wedging her shoulders between Aren’s thighs to keep them separated. She plunged a finger into Aren’s cunt, feeling how wet it was from Aren’s juices, and how sticky it was from Jin’s cum. She pumped once, then pulled her digit out slightly, Jin’s cum clinging to her skin, and she licked herself and Aren’s folds clean.
“Oh!” Aren shouted. “Oh, these are not the terms.”
“The terms will be met,” Fione answered. “But you are my subject, and Jin is my consort. His cum, your cunt, they belong to me and I’ll decide when one fills the other.”
She drove another finger into Aren’s pussy, and the Dragon Clan chief squirmed in response.
“Do you understand?” she asked Aren.
“Yes, princess,” answered the chief.
“Good. Then I do not wish to hear any more interruptions. Jin, stuff her mouth. She can keep you ready for me.”
They all knew that, if Aren wanted, she could have freed herself in seconds, but as it was, her mouth opened in anticipation as Jin adjusted his hips, her arms barely moving as his length pushed between her lips. Within moments she was bobbing her head along his cock, trying to manage as much of it as possible.
Fione was pistoning her fingers in and out o
f the chief’s pussy, lapping at Aren, her tongue tasting Jin’s cum mixed with the chief’s every time she pulled a little ways out. When she glanced up Aren was watching her out of the corner of her eye, even as she endeavored to keep her mouth full of Jin’s cock.
Fione found a small rough patch inside Aren’s pussy, and when she touched it the chief’s eyes rolled up. She began to assault the patch, her fingers rocking back and forth inside Aren as hard as she could manage. She kissed the skin just above Aren’s clit, then dropped down to lash it as her fingers worked inside.
Aren’s pussy began to squeeze off the feeling in her fingers, and her moan was loud, even with her mouth full of Jin’s cock. Her hips bucked a little, and Fione let her clit out of her mouth, avoiding her pelvis slamming into Fione’s teeth, but keeping her tongue playing with the protruding nubbin, her fingers dancing along the spongy surface. Aren’s back arched again, a long, slow build to the strongest curve before the tension dropped out of her like a bow being fired.
Jin’s cock slipped from her mouth and she freed her hands from his grasp to push Fione away.
The princess barely minded.
“Lie down, Jin,” she said. He grinned at her, falling onto his back, holding his cock upturned in his hand. Fione splayed her legs over his crotch, her ass pointed towards his head, then reached between her thighs to take his cock from him and feed it into her waiting pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” she cried, pushing down hard on him. She rose up then sank back down as fast as she could, bouncing hard on his length. When she glanced down, Aren was drilling a hole into her chest, watching the sway of her breasts as she fucked Jin with an abandon.
Jin’s hands were cupping her ass, squeezing tightly, and he was groaning with each heavy thump as she sank down onto him. She could feel him tensing in response, his hips rising slightly to meet hers on each plunge.
“Princess,” warned Aren, listening to Jin’s distress. “You promised the terms of the deal.”
“The terms will be met,” said Fione. “But I will use my consort as I see fit.”
She paused in her movements, pressing hard against Jin’s hips, listening to him give a tortured grunt as she squeezed his cock with her pussy.
“Besides,” she told Aren. “I’m sure we’ll need more of these sessions to complete the terms.”
Aren nodded, slowly, but she watched carefully as Fione resumed bouncing on Jin, the apprehension palpable on her face.
Fione sighed and climbed off Jin, walking on her knees over to Aren’s head. She knelt over it, the lips of her pussy inches from the lips of Aren’s mouth.
“If it’s going to distress you so, I’ll acquiesce,” she said. “But you’ll need to please me as well.”
She pressed her crotch into Aren’s face, and felt the chief’s shocked moan before she heard it. But within a moment, she felt Aren’s tongue press into her, the wet warmth of Aren’s mouth enveloping her folds. She looked behind her at Jin stroking his cock in anticipation.
“Don’t just sit there, Jin. Fuck her.”
Jin grinned, rising up onto his knees. He grabbed Aren’s ankles, lifting them up into the air with one hand, holding his cock in the other as he pushed it into her. Fione felt the chief moan again into her pussy, and her thighs tightened around the other woman’s head as the vibration made her pulse quicken.
Jin was hammering away between Aren’s legs now, the chief shaking with each stroke, delicious things happening between Fione’s own thighs that rivaled even what Uli could do. But this time there would be no stopping. Fione grabbed Aren’s braid, holding it wrapped in her hand, pulling Aren’s head tight against her pussy so that the chief moaned hard, her tongue flickering along Fione’s clit.
Jin was muttering under his breath, and Fione turned to look back at him, reaching her other hand back behind her to touch his chest, feeling his heart thudding under her palm. He raised one hand off of Aren’s waist, placing it on top of Fione’s.
“Oh, hells and dragon’s bells!” cried Jin, the strain getting to him. He plunged into Aren as hard as he could, and Fione watched his eyes fill with pleasure as his orgasm swept over him. Aren was groaning under her, her tongue still flogging Fione’s clit, and the vibration mixed with her view of Jin’s face, and then the sight of his cock slipping out back out of Aren’s pussy, cum still leaking from the tip, drove Fione over the edge, her body shaking as her climax ripped through her. Her legs lost their strength and she tumbled forward onto the cushions, still holding Aren’s braid tight as her pussy convulsed with pleasure.
Aren rose up, thoroughly disheveled and lacking half the confidence she’d had at the start of the night. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, cleaning herself of Fione’s juices.
“Terms fulfilled?” managed Fione.
“Yes, my princess,” said Aren, breathless and smiling. “The Sea Clan are your sworn warriors. When your allies march on Tia Joi, we will be waiting to join you on the battlefield.”
Fione had expected some sort of bizarre ritual or tradition to seal the treaty, but Aren only laughed when she suggested it, offering to help them dress instead. Each of them received a lingering kiss and a reminder that the promise was to continue these sessions until Aren was with child.
“If we all survive, of course,” said Aren, as they returned to the Vashili Guard.
“If she even wants to stop once she’s pregnant,” Jin whispered to Fione as they left.
“Would it be so bad?”
“Maybe not?” asked Jin. “I thought you told me you didn’t care for women?”
“I... how did you know she would respond so to being ordered about?”
“I’m a fine and attentive lover.”
Fione narrowed her eyes at him, climbing back into the saddle.
“Did you like it?” asked Jin.
“Yes, she was very talented.”
“No, ordering her about.”
“Oh, that...”
Fione thought about it, staring down at the Guard marching in step alongside her horse.
“Yes. Yes, very much.”
* * *
Blade was restless as Kiera rode him through the streets of Tia Vashil, down to the gate leading out back to Lowvale and further on to Coulain. A pigeon had arrived from Coulain and the Lord-Mayor, announcing that Lord-General Halvyn was leading the strength of their city to join with Tia Vashil’s and take back the Tower of Joi. Ked had given Tau the command to conscript as many youths of fighting age not already in the service of the Five Noble Families as he could find, outfit them, and train them for battle. Kiera didn’t envy him the task, and neither did she have much hope for the youth of the city. Dragon Clan warriors trained from childhood for battle. The Vashili would have had less than a month of preparedness. Enough to hold a spear in formation, but doubtful to hold it in formation against a charge. They had expected to have more time, but Aren’s arrival had scattered plans left and right.
“Lady Kiera,” hailed a Guard at the gate, recognizing the dragon jade armor.
“Open up,” said Kiera. “I have a mission outside the walls.”
This wasn’t technically true, in that missions usually come from some external authority, and Kiera’s mission had been given to her by herself.
“Yes, Lady Kiera. I’ve been asked to have you come inside the gatehouse for a moment before you leave, though. You have a visitor.”
Oh, Vash, if Pol thinks we’re going to fuck a dozen feet from the Guard, he’s got another thing coming, thought Kiera. She hadn’t told him she was leaving, but no one else would have known.
Except perhaps the dark-skinned petite Sorcerer who sat in a chair by the fire in the gatehouse, staring into the flames as she smoked from a long pipe she held in both hands. Her dress, a bright shining blue with long slits up the side that bared her thighs, looked more suited to a throne room, than the common room of the Guard’s gatehouse.
“Mistress Heldi,” said Kiera.
“Sit down, Kiera,�
� said Heldi, gesturing with the pipe to an empty chair.
Kiera managed to squeeze into in her armor, resting stiffly against the back.
“Aren’t you going to ask me how I knew you’d try to leave the city?” asked Heldi.
“Did you scry the future?” asked Kiera.
Heldi looked vaguely disappointed.
“Yes,” she admitted.
“My father said that Master Waldrin used to do it before important meetings to impress people by knowing the exact moment anyone else would arrive.”
“Where are you going, Lady Kiera?” asked Heldi.
“You can scry the future, you tell me.”
“And here I’d thought you were knowledgeable enough to know no one can see that far into the future. It’s a cheap parlor trick, or, at best, a way to confront the rebellious daughters of Exarchs.”
“So, worth it, then.”
“And I ask again, where are you going?”
“To recruit some friends to our cause.”
“Should I not know of these friends?”
“As long as you don’t tell my father of them. He’ll think this is foolish.”
“Your father is in command of the army that marches tomorrow. I assume all friends of our cause are of importance to him.”
“Yeah, but he thinks these friends are worthless. I’m going to fetch the Canians.”
“The dog-men? What makes you think they’ll join?”
“The Alphas are friends of mine,” said Kiera. “Plus, they hate the Dragon Clan.”
“And they’re worth slipping off in the middle of the night for? Without telling your father?”
“If I go tomorrow, the army will be on the march, and they’ll have to run fast if they don’t want to be too late for the battle. This way, I figure we’ll meet you on the road to Tia Joi in about a week, which should be a day or two after the army of Coulain reaches you. If I told my father, he’d have the Guard stop me.”
“Did you ever think he might be right to?”
“No.”
“Kiera, you’re the daughter of the Exarch. Ked’s regained much of his strength, but he’s suffered a grievous wound, the type that kills a man. If he dies, and you’re away from the city, who will be named Exarch in his place?”
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