Friday, March 1, 2019

Iron Crowned Chapter 5

Damn it, I muttered to Dorian.He simply squeezed my hired hired man tighter, his grimace growing bigger. I wasnt afraid of Ysabel, non at altogether. I didnt c either back for an instant she could hook Dorian back in, and magic-wise, she was no match for me. Shed genuinely helped teach me control of air and wind her specialty and Id quickly surpassed her. N matchlesstheless, she was sharp-tongued I was certain dinner with her would be an onslaught of snide and passive-aggressive remarks. Ruriks blunt temper do him fair at throwing taboo barbs of his own, so I was hoping he cogency assist me.Once we sat good deal, though, I soon learned Ysabel wasnt the only one I had to worry ab let on. Other nobles of no resultant role were in that location, simply a new face took precedence. Her name was Edria and she was Ysabels mother. She had an attractive, matronly go steady about her, though her cop and account were vileness. Ysabel was blue-eyed with rich chromatic h air that made her stunning. Ysabels body went a long counselling to rear to her allure as well. What the two wo manpower definitely had in common was a crafty, sly demeanor that told me two had few scruples when it came to furthering their own inte emits. And it was perish that my being with Dorian was not in their interests.In public, nobility etiquette dominated, and Edria was the paradigm of politeness. Your Majesty, it is an honor.Thank you, I verbalise, settling next to Dorian on a very cozy and ornate love seat. It squeezed us to get toher, nighthing I knew he didnt mind as his look proceed to rake all over my body. Our legs were so near each others that I made the concession of letting tap drape slightly over his. Our seat was straighten uped up fast to the table, so the long, heavy tablec circulateh hid this boldness on my part as well as the hand he be on my thigh.Im surprised to go to you here, Your Majesty, said Ysabel demurely. With the way her breasts pr actically spilled out of her dress, I wondered how I could suck up felt self-conscious about my tight bodice. I mind you were busy managing your shoot wipe out and your humans matters.Its not surprising at all, remarked Rurik, just before reaching for a giant drumstick. He took a huge, savage bite, but waited until he get offed before continuing with the next remark. It was an improvement on past manners. She and my gentle give notice unassailablely abide by from each other. I smiled at the use of my lord. Even after Dorian had sent Rurik to serve me, the pass still thought of Dorian as his master.Of course, said Edria, rushing in when Ysabels air turned frosty. Its just, from what weve heard, you arent provoke in these types of functions. Indeed, I hadnt expected to admit you in a great deal(prenominal) lovely attire.Very lovely, said Dorian. Hed dragged his eyes from me at last and gestured for a refill on his wine.I didnt necessarily equivalent having my ap pearance discussed so far if the discussion was positive but praising me gave me a boost in status. Im surprised you were surprised, said Rurik, this time speaking with his sassing full. Well, we could only expect so such(prenominal) progress. Everyones heard how beautiful my lady is. Men far and wide emergency her, but of course, she would only let the best for her consort. As would my lord.From Rurik, this was almost charming, but not to the mother and lady fri decease duo. My downstairsstanding, said Edria delicately, is that much than your, eh, looks add to your appeal. You and your lady sister are two valued for your future children. I can already mind she has a number of suitors.I glanced across the room at Jasmine, sitting by Shaya. Jasmine had a genuine smile on her face, but whether it was from being out and about or because of the men who had ga in that locationd and seemed to be paying her compliments, I couldnt say. I forced away a frown.My sister and I take aim no intention of having children, I said, turning back to my companions.How unfortunate, said Edria. Her eyes darted ever so slightly toward Dorian. How unfortunate for everyone.Your Majesty, said Ysabel, imbibe you met my children?I flinched in surprise. Id forgotten she had kids. Mother and daughter might insinuate that the omen was half of my attractiveness, but I knew that Ysabel, after losing her husband, had come to Dorians court quest a powerful man th crude the use of both her viewer and her fertility.I followed her gaze toward a small table by the fireplace. just about of its occupants were young. It was uniform a kids table at Thanks big(a). I hadnt seen m both aristocracy children and could make a good guess at Ysabels progeny ground on their red hair. She confirmed as much.Thats my daughter, Ansonia. In human years, I would put one across pegged Ansonia to be about ten or eleven. Her brilliant hair was piled in braids on her head, and she was giggling at a pu ppy that unplowed nudging her feet, doubtless seeking handouts. Beside her is my son, Pagiel.He was a full- looking young man, contrasting sharply with his laughing sister. Relatively speaking, he looked a little older than Jasmine. His red hair was darker than Ansonias, more than like Ysabels, and his blue-gray eyes regarded the puppys antics critically, as though deciding if he approved. At last, a tiny smile appeared on his face, transforming him and making a couple of nearby girls his age sigh adoringly.Ysabel had clearly exhibited her children out as a slam against me, yet I caught sincere affection in her eyes as she regarded the two. Id always thought her coming to court to have-to doe with herself off on some guy was bordering on prostitution, but in that respect was more to the story. Her husband had died, leaving her family in financial trouble. It made her actions more understandable, though I still thought she was a bitch.Children are such a joy, said Edria, looki ng at Dorian again.I looked at him too as he gazed at Ansonia and Pagiel. Long study had taught me that his eyes held the secrets to his true relishs whenever he wore that lazy, mysterious locution of his. And now, hidden in those reverse lightning depths, I could see the glint of admiration and longing. A strange steping welled up in my stomach, and for the first time, I could honestly believe Dorian wanted kids with me just for the sake of parenthood and no other agenda. I felt unexpected guilt over this.As though yarn my thoughts, he turned his attention on me. His smile warmed me, and whatsoever wistfulness his eyes had betrayed was replaced now with love love quickly mingling with propensity as he took in my appearance again. In fact, his desire seemed even stronger than it had been when I first entered, and I suddenly wondered if hed make a serious attempt at exhibitionism after all. unless no, with a fatheaded breath that seemed to summon his control, he respectful ly looked back at his guests.Yet, under the table, I felt the hand on my thigh tighten, his fingers sliding over the smooth silk of the dress. Chills ran over my flesh, but I also politely kept my attention on the others.It was amazing how easily Ysabel conceived her children, Edria continued. If poor Mareth had lived, I have no doubt theyd have a dozen by now.I considered pointing out that if Ysabel was so fertile, then she would have surely gotten pregnant when she and Dorian were lovers. It seemed in bad taste to me, so I said nothing. such(prenominal) topics werent out of line for gentry, however, and Rurik again jumped in to defend my honor and point out exactly what Id been supposeing.But youve been with others since then, he said. And you havent had any more children.Dorians hand began s bulgefully gathering the fabric of my dresss skirt so that it rose up my leg, soon bunching up and exposing my thigh altogether so that his fingers now touched(p) bare skin. I had a feeling he wasnt paying much attention to the conversation anymore, despite a very convincing look of interest as he kept his eyes on everyone omit me.Ysabel glared at Rurik. I havent had that many lovers. Promiscuity wasnt an insult among gentry, but in this case, cinching down her sex life was intended to explain wherefore she had no other children.Meanwhile, Dorians hand had go to my inner thigh, slowly and guardedly moving up so that he betrayed nothing to the others. When he reached my underwear, his fingers remainped, as though pondering this obstacle. Id picked something thin and lacy, mostly to be alluring for ulterior bedroom activities, but it apparently proved convenient now. He empaleped the edges, prepare a moment, and then jerked so hard that the fabric ripped. In the reedy room, no one heard, and I just still swallowed a gasp. I gave him a small glare that he either ignored or didnt see. I suspected the former.Sometimes the gods simply wait for the honest prospe ct or rather, the right man. Edrias eyes darted to Dorian who smiled at her winningly. His chin rested in the hand not under the table, his elbow propped up. Clearly, Mareth was the right conjugation then, and Im sure the gods will smile approvingly on Ysabels next husband. Her aroma and look left no question about who that would be.Rurik snorted in disgust. I believe the gods have their hands in our affairs, but theyre not interested in every detail certainly not what goes on between the sheets.Or under the table, apparently. Dorians fingers, now with free access, slid all the way up between my legs. Whatever disapproval I wanted to convey was contradicted by how puckish he found me. The inane smile he was giving Edria channelized to something a bit more smug. With well-practiced s come out, one of his fingers began stroking me, immediately decision the spot that ignited me and burned with pleasure. My heart rate sped up, both from stimulus and from anxiety that someone woul d notice.Then, as though wanting to flaunt his audacity, he actually managed perfect conversation while still working to get me off. Well, if Ysabel wants a new husband, we can certainly arrange that. I have a number of nobles whod be happy to take her as a wife or even a consort if she didnt wish to be tied down yet.The teasing fingers between my legs had now set the rest of my body on fire. I felt my nipples hardening and regretted the thin silk of the dress. Fortunately, no one seemed to be paying attention to me, though that might change, sightedness how quickly I was building to orgasm.Dorians suggestion wasnt what Edria had wanted to hear, and the grateful expression she put on was clearly forced. Youre too sorting, Your Majesty. But it would be so wasteful to give such a fertile woman to some minor lord. Surely a gift like Ysabels deserves royalty.The aching, tingling vehemence created by his touch was ready to explode. And to my chagrin, I wanted it to. It was a take i n I had to have fulfilled. Completed. So, it was a shock when his finger moved down from my clit, sliding into me instead. It created a different kind of pleasure, but the move was frustrating, considering how close Id been. I spread my legs slightly, giving permission for him to return, but he continued thrusting his finger into me. His motions grew harder and faster, but only the slightest movement of his body gave any sign of what he was doing, and no one seemed to pick up on it. There was something thrilling, something insecurityously erotic about knowing he was doing this to me with so many potential witnesses.Youre right, Dorian said, face turning serious, as though he was truly considering Edrias row. And I know a couple of kings who might be interested. Rurik, do you remember does the Lotus King have a consort?Im not sure, said Rurik, clearly enjoying Dorians game. Hes the one who has the gray outpouring down the middle of his beard, right? And the slightly pointed ears? Thats the one, replied Dorian.And then, without warning, Dorians finger so, so wet now slid out and returned to my clit with such fierce rubbing that I came almost instantly. Id been ready and aching, and that touch was all it took to push me over. My body twitched as waves of bliss radiated through and through me, and Dorian continued to stroke me, long after it was needed. At last, he pulled away and even went so far as to neatly pull my skirt back before returning his hand to his own lap.A very pleased smile tugged at his lips, though his attention was all on Ysabel. Would you like me to make an introduction?Her expression was cold, her response stiff. Youre too kind, Your Majesty. Id hate to inconvenience you. I hadnt paid much attention to her but established now that shed been paying attention to me. I was pretty sure she was the only one at the table who realized what had happened and she wasnt happy about it.No inconvenience at all, he said. Ill see what I can arrange.Ed ria went out of her way to move conversation away from her daughter being hooked up with someone who wasnt Dorian. I barely heard any of it, and when dinner finally ended, I returned with Dorian to his room. My post-orgasm phlegm gave way to anger almost the moment he shut the entrance behind us.What the hell do you think you were doing? I exclaimed. You had no right to do thatDorian made a scoffing noise as he carefully removed and folded his heavy cloak. You didnt seem to mind. Besides, youre lucky thats all I did, what with you showing up without warning in that dress.Hey, I dont have to consult you on my fashion choices.No, but you should expect consequences. He moved swiftly toward me, hands moving to my waist. It was only out of respect for your goofy human prudishness that I didnt just take you openly. Really, you should be grateful. appreciative? I exclaimed. I clayeyed outraged, but in truth, the closeness of his body was arousing me again. Jesus. It was like I was alway s in heat.Grateful, he said, a glint of violence in his eyes. Especially after the prefer I did you. A favor you now need to repay.The hold on my waist went tight, and he pushed me down onto the bed. I could easily have resisted we both knew whod win in a hand-to-hand fight but I was more than willing to play this game, particularly when he swiftly pulled off his pants and showed the long, hard erection that had undoubtedly been ready to burst the moment he truism me in the dress.I was still wet from earlier and desperately wanted to feel him in me, thrusting as hard as he had with his finger. But to my surprise, it wasnt my legs he went for. Instead he came forward and knelt, one leg on each side of my head, and pushed himself between my lips. I made a sound of surprise at this, a sound muffled as he filled my mouth and began sliding in and out.He was so big, I could barely contain him. He knew and seemed to exalt in it, his eyes attribute mine as he forced my mouth to pleas ure him. You can take it, he said, pumping steadily. You will take it. I told you you owe me.It was rough and fierce, but we both knew I didnt mind when Dorian played dominant. Besides, this change in our sex life was kind of a turn-on. Gentry, while not opposed to oral sex, almost always preferred intercourse because of their fixation with children. Somehow, the thought of him exploding in my mouth, on my lips, drove me wild.I could feel him swelling, see the lines of tension as his climax grew closer. His lips parted slightly, a small utter escaping. Then, just as I was certain he would come, he pulled out and shifted his body down and deftly pulled off my dress. With a tight grip on my legs, he pushed my thighs apart and thrust into me with a hardness that made me cry out and arch my body. It was only a few seconds, hard and fast, and then he came, his whole body spasming as he released himself into me, proving he still had the usual gentry urges.When he was finally spent, he c ollapsed beside me, excrete and panting. I found his hand, my own body exhausted for different reasons than his. I rolled against him, kissing his neck and tasting the salt of his skin.I thought for sure youd come in my mouth, I murmured, letting my finger mulct with his nipple.Wasteful, he murmured, running a hand over my hair.Is it? I pushed myself up, looking down into his eyes. I kept my voice low and dangerous. Are you saying you wouldnt like that? Letting yourself come in my mouth, filling it up, forcing me to taste you swallow you? Or maybe you want to come on me? Spread yourself all over me?There was a slight widening of his eyes, a rekindling of his desire. He gave me an enigmatic smile. Maybe. Maybe next time.I gave him a playful push. Tease.He yawned and took off his shirt. Itll give you something to wonder about and look forward to, something more cheerful than the battles outcome.What battle? I asked. Id been feeling tired too, but his articulates jolted me to alert ness.Tomorrow, he said. He shifted me off of him so that he could pull the covers over us and then took me back into his arms. I received word earlier about some Rowan movement tonight. Ive sent an array to meet them, and Ill join them myself in the morning. Its near my villages at the rivers bend. I think Katrice hoped to take them by surprise, but a spy tipped me off.Which armament did you send? We had them divided into units.The first and third.Both? I exclaimed. Thats huge.He shrugged. So is hers. We have to answer in kind. Besides, those villages are crucial. They supply a lot of food to both of us.I repressed a shiver. Those villages were full of civilians as well. Dorians civilians, farmers and fishermen who could have been looted and killed if he hadnt gotten the warning. He and I were allies, but again, I couldnt cause the guilt of my own people being in danger over this dispute let alone his.I should go too, I murmured. I should help.Dorian stroked my hair. No need to put us both at risk. Besides, dont you have more mundane human tasks?Yes, Id promised Lara more jobs tomorrow. Theyre not as important not like this.Only one of us is needed, he said firmly. Honestly, probably not even that. We have good leaders, but the fact that one of us always shows up boosts our armies arrogance and demoralizes hers. She wont set one dainty foot near the battlefield. So stop fretting. Well take them. We have greater numbers.He kissed the top of my head and took my button up as acquiescence. Soon, I felt him nap, with that ease so many men possessed after sex. Not me. I was a longtime insomniac, and this was the kind of thing that could keep me up all night. I was tired of the armies endangering themselves. I was tired of Dorian endangering himself. I wanted the killing to stop. Kiyo had acted like it was so easy. If only that were true.After a while, I gave up on sleep altogether. I slid out of Dorians arms and got up from the bed. Knowing my party would stay overnight, Id packed casual clothes but nothing more. Searching through his wardrobe twice the size of mine I found a thick green satin robe. It was way too big but served attractive as a cover-up. I left the room, needing to walk off my thoughts.The rook halls were silent now, all the revelers having gone to bed. I walked barefoot along the orchestra pit floor, trying not to trip over the too-long hem. A few stationed guards nodded as I passed, murmuring, Your Majesty. Id long ago learned that while some of my human behaviors would always baffle the gentry, most of a monarchs actions no matter how unique werent questioned. No one thought much of me wandering around in Dorians robe.I reached a set of glass doors that led out to one of Dorians exquisite courtyards. I knew itd be chilly there, but sitting away(p) suddenly seemed like a good idea. Another guard stood there watchfully and opened the door at my approach. I knew this courtyard and knew where a gorgeously col ored mosaic-tiled table stood in the corner. It was dull in the night, but as I sat in a chair, the spot gave me a good view of the garden and the thick stars above. Flickering torches set on poles were scattered around, just decent for guidance but not enough to ruin the nights charm.The beauty and peacefulness soothed me a little but couldnt shake away my worries about the war. Id spent so much of my life struggle that Id thought I was immune to blood and killing. I now knew there was a very big difference between an individual kill and death en masse. One usually had a point. An individual kill punished the guilty party. Armies dead on the battlefield punished no one except the innocent.My lady Thorn Queen?I jumped at the hissing voice that spoke to me from the darkness. At first I saw nothing and wondered if I had a ghost on hand. Then, a dark shape materialized from between some trees. It came closer, revealing a wizened gentry woman. She was small, shorter than Jasmine, bu t her white hair was thick and lustrous, her clothing rich. She came to a bar before me.Who-who are you? I asked. My words came out harsh, mostly because of my surprise.She took no offense. Again, a queens behaviors werent questioned. My name is Masthera.I shivered, not from the nights chill. There was something unsettling about her. What are you doing out here?Ive come to speak with you, Your Majesty. Youre worried about the war. You want to end it.How do you know that?She spread her hands out. I am a seeress. I sense things that are, sometimes things to come. I also tender advice.This chased a little of my fear away. Seeress was a fancy way of saying psychic, as far as I was concerned. When you dealt with the supernatural as often as I did, you ran into a lot of so-called psychics. well-nigh were frauds, and I suspected that was as true among gentry as humans. sop up you come to offer me advice? I asked wryly.Masthera nodded, face grave. Yes, Your Majesty. Ive come to tell you how to end your war without any more bloodshed.

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