The Conclave

Officially it was called “The Summer Congregation Festival” but most people just called it “The Conclave”. It was a coming together of most of the representatives of the major Kingdoms, Clans and City-States on the Continent of Tashon.

A chance for the great and the good to engage in something approximating diplomacy and for everyone else to engage in…whatever other distractions they could find with which to entertain themselves.

Calem had stolen the tunic of one of the Vashtan King’s Guards on the first day of The Conclave. He’d got the man drunk; that had been the easy part. After the tunic, acquiring the armour and helmet had been a little more tricky but he’d had managed.

With them it had been a simple matter to merge with the Vashtan troops entering their secured section of camp and then inveigle his way into the King’s quarters and find what he was looking for.

After that, no one looks to closely at someone leaving the place they’re guarding.

The sounds of the evenings revelries were just dying down as Calem returned to his tent. He had ditched his disguise and had his evening’s pilferings safely tucked away in a pouch on his belt.

The scent of woodsmoke mingled with smell of roasting meats and the musk of so many bodies in close proximity for the last few days.

As he walked through the camp there were a few people standing chatting while they supped their ale, or whatever else was their preference, as well as a few couples who were getting amorous and would surely be looking for some privacy soon, and a few that were not so bashful.

One lady, her hair just discernible as red in the flickering firelight of the torches, had a wickedly lascivious smirk on her lips and was stood all alone near Calem’s tent. He looked her up and down as he walked past; she was certainly worth a look.

She was wearing a loose, dark green gown. So loose in fact that only the leather belt around her waist kept it from falling completely open. It displayed a generous amount of cleavage, and there was plenty cleavage with which to be generous, and Calem’s eyes lingered on her exposed pale skin as he walked past.

“Is it a little company you’d be looking for tonight, lover?” she asked in a soft burr as Calem walked past, making him pause just a moment in his step.

Good sense warred with hedonistic desire in Calem’s head and, unusually, good sense won out.

“Oh, I’d love to invite you in but…perhaps some other night,” said Calem, with real regret.

He carried on towards his tent and, as he got closer, noticed that the flap was slightly open, and he was sure it hadn’t been when he’d left earlier. It could just be the wind of course, but…

…he took a deep breath and, not for the first time in his life, snuck into his own tent.

Inside, the structure of the tent was conical, with a large wooden post in the middle to which the canvas was attached. The tent was just over ten feet wide at the base and only just high enough near the centre for Calem to stand at his full height. On one side of the tent were the animal furs that he used as bedding. There were a few bottles of mead lying beside, and on top of, the furs. Most of them were empty.

On the other side of the tent was a haphazard pile of Calem’s belongings; his pack, his armour and sundry other odds and ends.

As Calem entered the tent, as quiet as a shadow, there was a woman rifling through his things, it was hard to tell from behind but she looked a little familiar…

…it was Lyana.

Lyana was one of the Queen’s Guard; fierce and courageous and as subtle as a warhammer. Stealth and guile were roguish traits that did not come naturally to her, which was why she had left the tentflap out of place and why she wasn’t being very quiet as she searched, although at least she wasn’t wearing her heavy armour for a change.

Instead she was wearing a long red skirt, slit high up the side so you could see her riding boots, and a tight leather bodice over a loose chemise that hung down off her shoulders. A number of gold chains hung between her exquisite breasts and her thick, blonde curls cascaded down from her head to frame her face.

Although of course, armoured or not, her axe was hanging from her belt. Calem knew for a fact that she even wore it while she bathed.

Pawing silently closer to her, Calem drew his sword from its sheath and placed the point against Lyana’s back. She let out a little gasp and pushed her chest forward as she instinctively moved away from the blade.

Calem wished he’d been standing in front of her to see that.

“Good evening, Lyana,” he said.

“Calem,” she said, with a smile. “I thought you weren’t going to be back until later.”

“Evidently,” he said, not even trying to keep the smugness from his voice.

In the half-light of the tent Calem could just discern Lyana’s hand edging towards the axe on her hip. He gave her spine an extra little nudge with his sword and her hand stopped moving.

“I think it’d be best if you just remove that belt and toss it aside,” said Calem.

She hesitated for a moment but then Calem heard her unbuckle her belt. Even so he kept a shrewd eye on her until the belt was off and she’d cast it away, safely out of arm’s reach.

“Okay,” said Calem. “Now turn around, slowly, and get on your knees, with your hands behind your back.”

She did as she was bidden and, as she turned around Calem noticed mischief sparkling in her eyes and a deliciously sinful smirk dancing across her full, pouting lips.

“I can’t say I’m not a little disappointed, Lyana,” said Calem, with a sad little shake of his head. “Yes, I bested you but I never thought you’d be a sore loser.”

“I’m not here to settle a score, Calem,” she told him, with a slight scoff. “I’m here for the seal.”

“What seal?”

“The wax seal you stole from my Queen.”

He tried not to show it but Calem was impressed; he had thought the theft wouldn’t even be discovered until the next morning. Unthinkingly he reached up to the pouch on his belt where he’d stashed the seal. He caught himself doing it and dropped hs hand quickly, hoping Lyana hadn’t noticed.

“Now,” he said. “Whatever am I going to do with you…” he mused, as he started to slowly slice through the leather cords that held her corsetry closed over her ample chest.

Once the last strand was cut the cincher fell to the ground and the neckline of Lyana’s shirt fell dramatically, Calem took a few steps back to admire his handiwork.

“See anything you like,” asked Lyana as she looked up at him from her knees, with her hands behind her back. Calem had to moisten his lips before he could respond.

“You know I do,” he said with a chuckle.

“I wasn’t talking to you…”

Calem just had time to cock his head to one side before he felt the cold steel of a blade pressed against his throat. Then a soft, familiar voice spoke from behind him.

“You should have accepted my offer, lover.”

Calem closed his eyes with a slow sigh.

“Is it too late to accept now?” he asked, with a wry grin

“Mmmm, I think we’re a little past that, sure” she whispered in his ear, while in front of him, Lyana slowly rose to her feet.

“I see you two have met,” she said, to Orla. “Should I be jealous?”

“Not yet,” she said, as Lyana leaned in to kiss her. “But the night is still young.”

Calem stood, almost hypnotised, the knife still pressed against his skin while the two women kissed, just over his shoulder. Close enough that he could smell the scent of their hair.

When their kiss ended Lyana took a step back to stand in front of Calem, her shirt hanging loosely on her.

Lyana took Calem’s sword from his unresisting hand and tossed it onto the pile of animal fur blankets.

“Calem, Calem, Calem…” she said, as she undid his belt and slid his tunic off his shoulders and let them both fall to the floor before she slipped out of her own skirt, letting Calem drink in the sight of her naked body; the tanned skin and the paler lines of her scar tissue, mementoes from various battles.

“We really have to stop meeting like this,” she said, clad only in her high, leather boots.

“You’ve met like this before,” said Orla, smiling.

“Well, not exactly like this,” said Calem, winking at Lyana.

“No, last time he was naked,” said Lyana. “However…”

Lyana winked at Orla and then bit her lip as she took a firm grip of Calem’s shirt in each hand. He gasped as she tore it open right down the front.

“That was expensive,” said Calem, narrowing his eyes as Lyana slipped the tattered remains of his shirt from his lean, scarred torso.

Lyana said nothing. In response she simply traced a finger down his chest and then bent forward and started to kiss his bare skin. He moaned softly when she flicked her tongue across his nipple.

All while the blade never strayed from his neck.

Lyana kept working her way up his body and kissing his neck. He could smell sandalwood from the soap on her skin as she began to gently bite the lobe of his ear, bringing a groan out of his mouth that was half pleasure and half yearning.

She stopped biting his ear and told Calem to put his hands behind his back.

As he did, Lyana turned around and walked over to his pile of belongings. She looked back at him over her shoulder as she slowly bent down and picked up a pair of leather manacles.

“That’s what I love about you Rogues” she said, straightening up. “You’re always prepared.”

She bound Calem’s hands behind his back and then roughly grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back.

“On. Your. Knees.”

Trying to hide his smile, he did what he was told, as Orla withdrew her knife and re-sheathed it on her belt.

Lyana walked around in front of him and grabbed Orla’s belt, pulling her close before she kissed her.

When they broke apart Lyana unbuckled Orla’s belt, throwing it to one side, and then slipped Orla’s gown off her shoulders. It slid smoothly to the ground until she was completely naked.

The two women held each other close as they kissed again, while Calem watched from on his knees.

When the kiss ended, Lyana turned to Calem.

“Your turn,” she said. Then she motioned Orla forward until she was inches away from Calem. She could feel his warm breath on her skin and then Calem began to kiss the redhead’s thighs. She let out a satisfied little sound as Lyana, nuzzled in close behind her, ran her fingernails up Orla’s sides.

Orla let out a breathy gasp as she arched her back and rolled her hips forward.

Her gasp turned into a purr as Calem’s tongue found her clit, her legs wobbling for just a second as the shock of pleasure took her by surprise. She spread her legs wider as Lyana ran her hands over Orla’s body.

Calem, was savouring his task. He relished the panting breaths and every shudder that ran through Orla’s body as he eagerly flicked his tongue back and forth across her clit.

Her head was starting to swim with sensation and her breathing was getting faster as Lyana cupped her breasts and started to gently bite her neck.

Just as Orla could feel the orgasm begin to rise in her, she felt Lyana tenderly stroke her nipples.

It was almost too much for her. She could feel her climax getting closer, and closer as a soft whimper escaped her lips. She was on the very cusp of sweet release when Lyana took her hands away and whispered in her ear.

“Isn’t it my turn, yet?” she asked, and Orla could hear the sultry pout in her voice.

Calem ceased using his tongue to send ripples of pleasure through her as Orla turned her head to see Lyana’s petted lip and heavy-lidded eyes.

Orla was almost crawling out her skin with the need for more sensation but she marshalled herself and kissed Lyana, deeply.

They stopped kissing and Lyana grabbed Calem by the throat and forced him to his feet. She pushed him back against the tent pole and spoke to Orla over her shoulder.

“Would you be a dear?”

Orla bent down to retrieve her knife and once again pressed it against Calem’s neck. While she held him in check, Lyana adjusted his manacles so that his hands were bound to the post behind him.

“There,” said Lyana. “Now don’t go anywhere.”

She turned away and walked across to the pile of furs and lay down, next to where she’d thrown Calem’s sword, while Orla began to untie Calem’s britches. Lyana, laying amidst the grey wolf and red deer skins, savouring the feeling of the soft fur against her naked skin, raised one eyebrow at what Orla was doing.

Orla looked over her shoulder at Lyana and gave her a vulpine smile.

“I’m just curious,” she said.

She pulled down Calem’s breaches and made a little tutting sound with her tongue.

“Well,” she said. “I guess it’ll do…”

Calem, still bound and helpless, was about to protest but just at that moment Orla sank to her knees in front of him. She looked up at Calem, and then she closed her eyes and leaned forward, opening her mouth.

“Excuse me,” said Lyana. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Calem let out a plaintive sigh as Orla opened her eyes and gave him an exaggerated frown.

“Sorry darling. Maybe later,” she said. Then she turned away and crawled on all fours towards Lyana. The sight of her hips swaying back and forth caused Calem to involuntarily strain against his bonds.

The satisfied little chuckle Lyana gave him stopped him dead. The hot passion rising in him wrestled with the desire not to give her the satisfaction of seeing his frustration. She was still smiling when he looked up and met her eyes. He was just about to swear at her when Orla’s head passed between their gaze.

Lyana wrapped her leather-clad legs around Orla as the two of them kissed, and Calem watched. He could hear the little giggle from Lyana as Orla whispered in her ear and then began kissing her neck before moving further down her body.

Calem could hear the little moans and giggles as they kissed, though he couldn’t make out what it was Orla had whispered to Lyana.

As Orla wound her way down Lyana’s exquisite body, kissing all over her, Lyana’s head tipped back and her eyes closed. She gave out a little gasp as Orla flicked her tongue over one of her nipples and teased and tweaked the other with her finger and thumb, before sliding her hand down Lyana’s body.

Lyana started to purr as Orla kept licking her nipple and began to stroke between her thighs. Her hand found Lyana’s warm wetness and she began to coax thrilling sensations from her lover.

Lyana’s entire world became centred on the flood of wondrous sensations as Orla played her secret parts like a harp. The sinuous motion of Orla’s fingertips and tongue, partnered with the feeling of the warm, soft fur beneath her brought raw, naked passion to the surface of Lyana’s mind.

She began raising her hips to meet Orla’s playful stroking, trying to steal every ounce of pleasure she could from her lover’s skilful touch.

Lyana ran the fingers of one hand through the wolf fur she lay on top of as Orla stroked her clit faster and faster but with a lighter and lighter touch.

Lyana’s other hand, she realised, had fallen on top of the hilt of Calem’s sword and she bit her lip as she looked at him and began to stroke his sword hilt as Orla coaxed more and more sensation from her tenderest parts. Even in the half-light inside the tent she could see the fire and lust Calem couldn’t hide from his eyes..

It excited her. She began to moan louder at the pleasure Orla lavished upon her, knowing it would drive Calem wild.

As he watched, Lyana began to buck and writhe and swear until she could see Calem straining against his bonds.

Orla was licking her pussy now as she slipped one finger inside Lyana’s warm slit and began to coax out even more pleasure from her. Her gyrations and moans were not for show any longer. She was completely lost to sensation, nothing but a vessel for carnal desire and pure animal need, she was almost delirious with joy…

…and Orla could tell, and so she began to slow her tender ministrations. Leaving Lyana grinding and twisting her body in all sorts of ways to steal a little more wicked, sinful fulfilment but she knew that Orla was now taking her sweet revenge.

She crawled her way up Lyana’s body, very lightly kissing Lyana’s skin as she went.

She met Lyana eye-to-eye and instead of kissing her she said “Now now, don’t be greedy.”

The two of them giggled before lying back on the soft bedding to look at Calem, appraising his naked body like he was on display in the marketplace. He put as much defiance as he could into his posture as he stood before them; his hands tied behind his back and his stiff and swollen cock obvious to everyone.

Completely at their mercy.

“You know what I think we need?” asked Orla as she idly traced a spiral pattern over Lyana’s flat stomach with her fingertip. “Some wine…”

“Mmm,” said Lyana before kissing her. “That is a wonderful idea.”

She slowly got to her feet and walked across to Calem’s pile of belongings. As she passed him, Lyana gave him a firm slap on his rump, which made him gasp…not even slightly from pain.

When he heard Lyana rifling through his things Calem closed his eyes and let his head drop forward and his shoulders slump. When he opened them again she was standing in front of him, still wearing only her leather boots, now holding a green glass bottle.

She looked him dead in the eye as she bit down on the cork and pulled it out with her teeth. It came away with a loud “pop”.

She spat the cork out, wrapped her lips around the bottle and tilted her head back to take a hearty swig.

“I was saving that,” said Calem, through gritted teeth.

“Mmm,” said Lyana swallowing the wine and licking her lips. “I can see why.”

Orla approached her from behind as the two of them were flirting.

“May I?” she asked, before taking the bottle from Lyana without waiting to be answered.

She helped herself to a mouthful of wine while Lyana slid a hand around her waist and Calem resisted, with every fibre of his being, the urge to get closer to them.

Orla finished her gulp and gave a small sigh of pleasure.

“Oh yes, that is fit for the Gods themselves,” she said. “But I do think it is lacking a little something…”

Lyana took the bottle from her unresisting hand and splashed a generous portion over Calem’s iron-hard cock.

Orla bit her lip as she slowly sank to her knees before him. She licked a long line up the length of his shaft.

“Oh yes,” she said. “Oh, that is perfect.”

Calem’s eyes closed and he took a deep, deep breath as Orla wrapped her lips around him. She slid her mouth up and down his entire length and his breath started to come in quick, shallow gasps.

His eyes still closed, Lyana bent forward and started to flick her tongue against his nipple. The sweet shock of pleasure made him weak at the knees and he stumbled a little, at which Lyana gave him a shake of the head.

“Tut tut,” she said. “Well, that just won’t do.”

Orla stopped sucking Calem’s member and slinkily got to her feet.

“No, it won’t do at all,” she said, in her lilting brogue. “But I think I can see a remedy, sure.”

A truly wicked smile spread across her face as she turned to retrieve her knife. She held its keen edge to Calem’s most precious parts and, between the two of them, her and Lyana persuaded him to lie on his back with his arms stretched out over his head and, once again, with his hands tied to the tent post.

“Mmm, perfect…” said Lyana, as she, very loosely, put her hand round Calem’s cock. She started to stroke him, very, very lightly, only just making contact. Not enough to satisfy, just enough of a touch to make him desperate for more.

Orla watched as Lyana teased him. She kept stroking him with one hand as she lifted the wine bottle for another drink. His hips began twitching and writhing as the torment drove him wild. Orla laughed at his frustrations, which made Lyana chuckle too.

Then she took a firmer grip on his member and threw one leg over his supine form and began to rub the tip of his cock against her pussy. The physical sensation felt wonderful, and the thrill of teasing Calem felt even better. She watched his eyes close and his lips part as she lowered herself, inch by exquisite inch, onto his full length.

It felt wonderful and Lyana began to sway her body, rocking her hips back and forth in a languid sinuous motion, savouring the feeling of Calem beneath her. She put one hand on his chest as she took another swig from the bottle, still grinding her hips to wring the pleasure out of his wonderful cock.

Her movements were getting faster now and she bit her lip as she locked eyes with Calem, a wicked grin spreading over her face.

He was meeting her movements with thrusts of his own now and his smile was getting wider and wider…

…but he let out a growl when she raked her nails down his chest.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, in a throaty whisper between low moans. “Here, have some wine.”

Then she poured wine over his body and laughed, savouring his shock and indignation like she was savouring his body.

However incensed Calem felt at this waste of his best wine, he didn’t pause in his movements. His hips kept rising, hard and fast, lifting Lyana clear off the ground and making her head swim it felt so good.

Lyana glistened with sweat as the two of them fucked, neither of them noticing Orla as she crawled forward, until she leaned down to lick the exquisite wine from Calem’s chest and nipples.

“Oh, fuck!” he cried out.

His hands began to grip the tent post tight and he brought his legs up, trying to lever even more force into his thrusts as Lyana bucked wildly on his cock.

He was losing himself to the wild animal joy, and his orgasm was building.

“Oh Gods!” he said. “I’m getting close…”

“Fuck…” said Lyana. “Me…too…”

Lyana could feel her own climax coming too. She kept squirming and rolling her hips as she watched Orla slink away, and come back a few seconds with her knife.

She winked at Lyana and then held the blade where Calem could see it, causing him to pause in his thrusting.

“You don’t need to stop,” she said, placing the cold steel against his neck. “But you had best not peak before My Lady…”

Lyana laughed at that and started moving her body again, moaning louder than she had before.

She took her breasts in her hands and kneaded them as she ferociously rode Calem’s cock.

“Do you like that?” she asked him. “Do you like watching me play with my tits while you’re fucking me?”

She kept grinding, harder and harder and raised one hand to run her fingers through her own hair as she worked his cock with her pussy. Her gasps and groans got louder and louder as she revelled in her control over him, and the sheer carnal joy.

“Oh Calem,” she moaned. “Oh Calem, I love your cock. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Calem was almost whimpering by this point, he could feel his control slipping. It felt too good. He wasn’t sure he could hold on.

“Please Calem,” said Lyana. “Please…please come for me. Come inside me.”

Orla held the blade by his neck with one hand and began to play with his nipple with the other.

“Oh…fuck…,” he whispered, trying desperately to block out how magnificent it felt. He’d never been fucked like this in his life. It was exquisite agony, it was maddening and wonderful.

Lyana leaned forward to put her hands on his chest and started to pound her hips forward, as hard as she could, half trying to hump him, half trying to hurt him. Forcing hs cock deep inside of her.

She felt the peak coming. It was so close now, her blood was boiling and her skin was on fire.

“Oh fuck,” she said, just on the cusp of orgasm. “Fuck, Calem. You’re making me come!”

She screamed out as the waves of climax rolled over her, it felt like a bright, golden joy filling her up. Her body rucked in frenzied spasms as she lost control, leaving her twitching and panting with her heart pounding in her chest.

…every muscle in Calem’s body was tensed, he was drenched in sweat and his jaw was clenched but he’d controlled himself and then, Lyana rocking her hips back and forth gently in the warm afterglow, he kept controlling himself until she was back to her senses.

Orla let out a warm throaty chuckle and patted Calem on the head, like a dog.

“Good boy,” she said, before looking at Lyana. “Since he’s been so well-behaved, I think it’s his turn now, don’t you?”

Lyana smiled then, but it didn’t touch her eyes.

“No.”

She raised herself up and off Calem’s still rock-hard and quivering cock. She got to her feet, on shaky legs and stood looking down at him.

Staring up at Lyana, still clad in nought but her leather boots, it slowly dawned on Calem what was happening…

“Oh, wait no!” he protested, as Orla took the knife away from his neck. “You’re not really going to…”

“...leave you like this?” said Lyana, finishing his thought. “Naked, and helpless…and completely unsatisfied?”

She started laughing as Orla gave her a hug from behind.

“Oh, you are cruel…” said Orla, in her ear.

“I’ll tell you what I am,” said Lyana. “I’m not finished.”

Then she turned around and kissed her lover while Calem started to jerk and strain at his bindings.

The two women stopped kissing and saw him struggling and the they laughed again, as they collected their clothes and dressed themselves. Then Lyana bent to pick up Calem’s belt and opened the pouch. He stopped struggling when he saw her take out the seal that he’d stolen only hours ago.

“I think I’ll be having this, thank you.” she said.

She passed the seal to Lyana and then put on boot on Calem’s naked torso.

“Be thankful,” she said to him. “At least I’m not setting the tent on fire.”

After that Lyana winked and then, arm in arm, her and Orla walked out of the tent. Leaving Calem to try and free himself, before his buyer arrived in the morning…