0 comments/ 5563 views/ 0 favorites Down on the Mat By: TJSkywind Location: Ramez, Duchy of Atansha, Kingdom of Tildor Date: Feb 2048 Founded in the early summer of 2046, Ramez was a growing town on the eastern shores of the continent of Anzac. With just over a thousand people, Ramez was small, rough, and even a tad provincial. They called the main valley and surrounding lands Atansha, or Pleasant Home. Atansha was part of Tildor, a kingdom that took its name from the great plains of grass that separated the far-flung cities on its edges. Tildor literally meant 'grass.' The duchy lay on the northeastern-most part of the great plains the comprised the kingdom, situated at the easternmost foothills of the continent-spanning Skyreach Mountains. Royce Moramorian was Duke of Atansha. With him were his two wives, Susan and Charlotte Ann, the eldest two children of Dobson and Gale Starshine of Starshine. All three of them were namesakes, that is, they were named after existing adults. Royce's first name was Caernach – which was Irish for soldier – and Royce was named after his father, Prince Caernach. However, no one ever called him by his first name, not even his parents. Susan was named after her aunt. Charlotte Ann was named after Princess Charlotte, Royce's birth mother. Royce and the two sisters had been lovers only a few months before their marriage. However, they had known each other since infancy and had attended elementary and secondary school together. While neither he nor the sisters were passionately in love with the other, they did have friendship, family, a long history, and a good idea of each other's character and temperament – all factors to making a good match. When he had proposed, Royce explained he admired them, and that with time, they could even grow to fall in love with each other. After several days of discussion, Susan and Charlotte Ann agreed. Even though she was eldest, Charlotte Ann insisted that Susan be First Wife, as the dark-haired warrior was decidedly not interested in "kitchens or laundry." With a great deal of fanfare, the marriages were held in Tildor's capital city of Sharaton-Charlottesville. At one hundred and eighty centimeters, Royce was nearly as tall as his father, Prince Caernach Moramorian. Both men had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, strong chins and handsome faces. Prince Caernach sported a handle-bar mustache, while Royce was almost always clean-shaven, though sometimes he wore a short beard. Like his father, Royce was trained both as a holy knight of the church and as a wilderness ranger. Susan had the height of her father, General Dobson Starshine of Sharshine, being just eight centimeters shorter than Royce. Her skin was light, lighter than either of her parents, with intelligent, hazel eyes, and her hair was pale blonde, straight -- and even braided, it hung to her bottom. A high priestess of the Lawgiver, Susan was strong and fit. Her breasts were full enough to fill a hand, she was narrow of waist, and had wide hips. Charlotte Ann had her mother's frame, and though taller her mother, at one hundred sixty eight centimeters, was shorter than Susan. Charlotte Ann's hair was dark brown, and her eyes were a dark, smokey blue. Like Susan, her breasts were full without being large. However, her frame was narrower and leaner, and well-suited to her vocation as a warrior. Like Royce, she was trained as a wilderness ranger and had completed several courses at the military college in the capital. Even after her marriage into house Moramorian, Charlotte Ann wore a string of lapis lazuli and gold beads in the clan pattern of Starshine of Starshine in her hair. Charlotte Ann was extremely proud of her father and her family. Though it was within his rights, Royce took no issue with the bead pattern, especially since she wore his House arms on her clothing. All three had had a strong liberal arts education overseen by the demanding Dr. Shalia Elvaraë, one of the most famous sages on the continent of Anzac. Each of them spoke at least three languages fluently, were trained in hand-to-hand combat -- Royce and Charlotte Ann taking it to expert and beyond -- and after graduating, each had completed the year-long Nobles College in the capital. During their journey to Atansha, Charlotte Ann proved an able lieutenant to Royce and a canny military commander. After two months of travel they arrived in mid-June, scouted out the land, and began building. Ramez, the main city of Atansha, was some fifteen kilometers inland from the eastern seashore. Royce and his wives had seriously considered a nearby sheltered harbor for their city, but the discovery of both gold and iron in substantial quantities, as well as the adjacent large and fertile valley motivated them to build inland, closer to the mines and croplands. A seaport could come later. Farms and orchards were planted, herds of horses and cattle set to graze, and with the mines, a smelter and foundry were built. Magical filters were designed to combat the harsh smoke of the factories, and druids were employed to keep the forests replenished, as the smelter, foundry, and growing town all demanded fuel in great quantities. In the two years since arriving and establishing themselves, Ramez had suffered dozens of attacks, seven of them being significant. Two were raids by Melcotian pirates, coming down from the north. The first pirate sortie had been a single ship with almost a hundred armed men. The second attack, less than a year later, had involved three ships carrying over five hundred buccaneers. Fortunately, Charlotte Ann's active patrols gave them advanced warning, and the enemy was dealt with both times with minimal losses to the duchy. In between the two sea-borne raid were assaults by hostile humanoids, determined to destroy their city. Two were by the Cloven Skull orc tribe, and the last was launched by the Razorbacks, a tribe of hobgoblins. Very quickly, a vigorous watch system was maintained along the northern, northwestern, and western approaches to Ramez. To their surprise, they discovered they had neighbors several days ride to their northwest. Little Pine Hill was a small enclave of celtic and nordic humans and storm giants. Royce took an immediate liking to John Stark, their leader, and in a short while, trade and defense treaties were signed. In between pirates and humanoids came a large raiding party from Sslandah, a city of ophidians, a race of xenophobic reptilian humanoids living some distance north of Ramez. Their poisonous bite had proved a nasty surprise. The healing powers of Susan and several of her subordinate priests were immensely helpful. In the end, the ophidians, too, were defeated. The last and most recent attack was the sudden arrival of three forest dragons. Drawn by word of gold, they accounted for their worst casualties thus far, both in people and in livestock. Royce killed one dragon single-handedly, and had delivered the killing blow to another. The third had only been taken by a combined assault by two companies of determined pikemen and a third of archers, many of whom perished in the fight. In all, they had lost nearly a thousand people in two years, and two-thirds of those by the dragons. It was a devastating loss of life to their struggling city. Yet in spite of the attacks, the harsh winters, and trying to build while keeping everyone safe and whole, the city of Ramez was slowly growing. There was money to be made, especially in the mines, and that brought immigrants from other cities in Tildor, and even from other lands. As First Wife, Susan kept very busy with the duties of running their household, and as a high priestess and most senior member of the church for over a thousand kilometers, she was busy running the temple as well. Trained in administration and canon law, Royce quickly came to depend on her advice on civic matters. For her part, Susan made sure she did her wifely duty four or five times during the week, even if most of them were quickies. If she were really pressed for time, she would arrive, give Royce a few kisses, suck on him until he exploded in her mouth, and after licking him clean, dash off. Royce, knowing she had obligations just as he did, let it go. The simple fact that she cared enough and tried to keep him satisfied meant a lot to him. Most nights found her stumbling to bed, or Royce retrieving her from some chair where she'd fallen asleep at her work. It was during their first winter that Royce informed Susan of a change in their routines. Once a week they would have a day off, a day for them to spend together. "We have to take time for ourselves," Royce insisted, "taking time to be together." On those days, Royce almost always started the morning with his face between Susan's legs, with her coming until she could barely stand it, then he'd ride her until he came at least twice. Afterward, they could work on whatever projects took their fancy, though it was mostly to allow Susan to recuperate. However, the rule was they had to be together. And during the day, they would make love several more times. The night in bed involved a lot of holding and talking together, and not always ending in sex. Susan quickly came to enjoy their time together a great deal. As much as the schedule changes chaffed during these so-called days off, Susan appreciated that he, too, was trying to strengthen their relationship, that in the building of their home they didn't neglect each other. Too, she found that she truly enjoyed sex with him, even the quick encounters, as much for the pleasure she gave him as for the intimate contact. Royce had a strong sex drive, and his inherited ability to regenerate meant that he could have sex for hours, ejaculate several times during that time, and not lose his erection. Even though sometimes it was hard to put her legs together without healing magic after their "day off," Susan found she didn't mind. His desire for her was real, and she came to value that as the compliment that it was. Of course, some days, she was just as horny as Royce. Royce saw Charlotte Ann much less often. As a skilled warrior and tactician, she spent many days at a time patroling their lands and protecting their people. After their first major battle, Royce appointed her officially as his second in command and as Lord Marshal. The soldiers liked and respected her. Whenever she returned from patrol, Royce debriefed her with his advisors, then in private, helped her clean off the sweat and grime from her travels in the bath. Most of the time she didn't make it out of the water before he was inside her. Usually by dawn the next morning, Charlotte Ann was out with the next patrol, and she would be gone for the next week or ten days. By the second year out in the wilderness, they finished the second level of the manor, and began work on the third story. About that time, Royce informed Charlotte Ann he needed her to help oversee more of the training, especially for their scouts. Royce hoped that it would also help give him more time with his second wife. She accepted the task without comment, but by her manner, he knew she wasn't happy with the change. Shortly after, Charlotte Ann added her own change to their relationship. Next to the master bedroom on the second floor was a large indoor bathroom with both hot and cold running water, indoor toilets, a large open shower area and a huge hot tub with adjustable water jets. The cost had been enormous. Royce paid forty thousand gold royals for the enchantments on the pipes alone, and as much on the filters to purify the water coming in and going out. No longer did baths require a dozen people bringing hot water from the first floor. Though a rare event, the three of them could easily fit into the large tub with room to spare. Susan loved their completed bathroom, and made use of it every morning, and after a long day, in the evening as well. Royce considered the way it made them all feel and judged the expense worthwhile. On the other side of the bathroom was a second doorway to their indoor gym. It was equipped with mats, practice weapons, and weights. Soon after the gym was finished, Charlotte Ann began using it whenever she was home. After a few weeks, she began asking Royce to spar with her. She was tired of fighting practice dummies, she'd explained. Knowing his own hand-to-hand skills were getting rusty, he'd agreed. Both also agreed there would be no face shots, and they would not use full strength blows. Without comment, Charlotte Ann let Royce know that while they weren't full force, her attacks weren't love taps either. Be on guard or get bruised. Royce responded in kind. After seeing their first match, Susan refused to watch any more, saying she couldn't stand watching two people she loved hurt each other. It hadn't taken long before torn clothing was a regular part of their matches. Charlotte Ann simply shrugged it off, insisting they continue. To simplify things, they began practicing in shorts, tops bare. They knew each other's moves, so it was a constant effort for both to find some new ploy or pattern to use. Royce admired her form as she admired his, battle scars and all. Afterwards, when in the tub, she would fondle him until he was hard, then climb into his lap and ride him until she came. If her tight pussy milking his cock didn't trigger his own orgasm, he would put her legs over his arms, stand up in the tub with her hanging on, and holding her by her butt, piston his cock into her wet center until he exploded inside her. Charlotte Ann enjoyed that as well. Royce soon realized that the sweatier they got during their sparring, the hotter Charlotte Ann was in the tub. Two weeks earlier, he had hit her rather hard during a bout, and it had obviously pained her, so without any word, he laid his hands on her and by his divine gift as a holy warrior, he invoked the prayer to heal her injuries. She had reacted with a great deal of anger, shoving him away. "What am I? Some fragile wall flower? I am a warrior, damn it! I can handle a few knocks, thank you very much." Royce tried to talk to her, to ask her why she was so angry, but she'd held up her hand, palm outward, and looked away -- her sign that she was furious and any further talking would be pointless. A quick rinse in the shower, then she had stormed off to bed, making sure Susan lay between them. She left early the next morning, departing with a long range patrol. And somehow, Royce found time to review the training of the new recruits. After she returned, Royce tried again to broach the matter, but she refused to discuss it. She came home, cleaned up, spent a few days reviewing schedules and then took off again, pointedly avoiding him. At night when she crawled into bed, Susan was between them. Worse, sometimes she just used her cot in her office in the tower across the bailey. Royce didn't press the matter directly. Rather, he considered talking to Susan for her insight. Since his marriage to the sisters, he was getting an education on what they were really like. Because Susan was around more, Royce considered that he knew her better. Susan and Charlotte Ann were close. At times, it seemed the bond between them was deeper than even their marriage vows to him. They would dress and bathe together, might even watch the other make love with him. But the one time before their marriage when he'd suggested a three-way had been met with horror from them both. Indeed, a fight with one ran the risk of having both of them angry at him. It occurred to Royce that sparring with Charlotte Ann wasn't just practice anymore. Physical exertion had become a means of foreplay while also asserting her independence. Just recently, while out with some of the clan leaders, reviewing the herds, they discussed horses and breeding. He was reminded that most mares didn't submit to stallions without a long run first, a reminder to the stallion that the mare let the stallion catch her. Which in turn reminded him that among big cats, the female would initiate mating by giving the male a swat across the face to gain his attention. The idea troubled him, as Charlotte Ann was a woman, and he knew her to be very intelligent. Further, he believed he'd always treated both of his wives with respect and love. Yet he also knew that in matters of sex or of the heart, people didn't always act with their brains first. It was a cold February evening, and long past dinner. The day had been windy and cold, and more snow dusted the ground. The evening was colder still as the sky cleared and the temperature dropped. Royce's own office was still very much under construction. Along the south wall, tools and wood were stacked. At the moment, bookshelves were a simple brick and lumber plank affair. Chairs were basic wooden furniture with no padding, and there was no desk, just a pair of tables with piles of papers, drawings, and writing tools on them. After dinner, Susan informed Royce she would spend a few hours in the chapel, and then retire. Royce gave Susan several minutes of holding and kissing before she left. Then he went to his office, to work out the budgeting costs and targeted goods for the latest trade mission to the capital being put together. It was now nearly three weeks since the evening when Charlotte Ann had lost her temper. Royce felt he'd been more than fair, giving her time to sort things out. He was going to have his say and like it or not, she was going to listen and explain herself. Once she returned anyway. She'd been gone four days now, and Royce was perterbed with his second wife. It was half-past nine bells when Charlotte Ann dropped by his office. Still in her travel gear, her boots and leggings were soaked through and covered in mud, her cloak opened and hood tossed back. She leaned in the doorframe and observed him as he wrote at a table, waiting for him to notice her. She didn't wait long. Royce looked up and grinned at her, relieved to see her safe and sound. "Hello, Pretty Lady! As usual, you look stunning." He put down the quill, walking over to greet her. "Did you get anything to eat yet?" She shook her head. "I will after a bit. No trouble on the patrol. I'm going to get cleaned up, but first I thought I'd work out a bit in the gym. Interested in joining me?" Royce smiled, slipping his arms around her and pulling her close. Time enough to discuss things later, he thought. One hand moved up behind her head, brushing over the pair of small throwing knives sheathed behind her neck. He cupped the back of her head, pushing his fingers into her hair. Charlotte Ann lifted her chin to meet his kiss. It was long and pleasant. She smelled of forest, horses, sweat, and a bit of lavender. Lavender grew in abundance in the hills, and some enterprising locals had begun making perfume from it. The scent had quickly become a favorite of Charlotte Ann's. "I'd be delighted to," he said at last. He leaned down for another kiss, but after the merest brush of her lips to his, she withdrew from his embrace. "You smell good," she said, glancing into the room. Light globes lit the work space, and two large candles burned on table where he'd sat. "I like that new pine soap you got. You must have bathed earlier. Are you ready now?" "Let me put out the candles and I'll go with you." He tried to catch her gaze, but she avoided his eyes. "Won't we need a candle to light the way?" He headed back to his work table. "No. The staff put in more light fixtures in the residential section earlier today. There's plenty of light now." Royce blew out both candles. As soon as he reached her, though, Charlotte Ann spun and began walking briskly down the hall. Bemused, watching the sway and billow of her cloak, Royce's longer stride easily kept pace right behind her. He'd half expected she would stop by their bedroom, to change into her shorts or at least drop off her cloak and long sword, but she strode right on by. She opened the door to the gym, waved her hand over the light globe on the wall and darkness vanished. At one corner of the mats, she whipped off her cloak and tossed it to the ground. Scabbarded sword, belt, gloves were next. Outer jacket, wallet. Unlacing her leggings, then her calf-high leather boots. Her fingers moved quickly and surely. Down on the Mat Growing more amused and moving at a slower pace, he, too, began disrobing. Shoes and socks, sweater and shirt. Her trousers followed. Then came the leather bracers from her wrists, over-shirt, tunic, and under-shirt. As she unhooked her bra, she glanced over, catching his gaze on her. She flexed her arms, and her biceps firmed, then tightened her pectorals. Her pert breasts bounced, her nipples hard and erect. Once, twice they jumped, and a slow roll up and then down. Royce laughed, even as he grew semi-hard. She had already asked him to be there, so there was no need to show off by flexing his own pecs. "As usual, my dear, a beautiful work of art, a gem among women." He was down to his underwear already. "Shall I step over to the bedroom and get some shorts for us to wear?" "No," she answered, moving away from the pile of clothing. "I'm hungry and I'm tired, but I want some action before I eat, and then I'll probably head to bed." "Just as long as tomorrow we spend some time together. There are some things we need to discuss." She shrugged, then nodded. He moved to face her. Royce enjoyed the fact she was so fit, and admired her command of her body. Charlotte Ann tied her hair back. She began moving her arms, then her legs, taking care to stretch herself fully. Royce matched her movements. After several minutes, she shifted into a defensive kata. Side by side, he echoed her actions. Five levels they worked through. They were in another, more complex kata when suddenly she rolled forward, then bounced into a crouch, facing him. He gave her a curt nod and moved to counter. Arms began moving as she advanced and retreated. Blows struck, yet most were blocked. Feet stamped and danced. Close in then circling, testing, then close in again. Not quite as strong as he, she depended on speed and agility to counter his greater strength, height, and weight. Once, he got a good hold of her arm and yanked her close. He used his free hand to deliver a solid slap to her butt cheek. She snarled and kicked his shin, followed by a solid elbow to the ribs before twisting out of his grasp. The deed seemed to infuriate her. Her attacks grew wilder, and soon she stopped pulling her punches. When she clipped his chin, Royce almost responded, but her sudden anger and violence was uncharacteristic. Normally she was a sharp and level-headed combatant. As a child, she'd been called Wildcat. Big cats, he thought. Royce watched, waiting to see what she would do. Charlotte Ann wiped the sweat from her eyes, then launched herself at him, flipping forward, trying to scissor-lock her legs and take him for a body slam. At the last second, he slipped beside her, grabbed her and took her down. She hit the mat hard, and before she could move, he pinned her arm behind her back. Bucking and pushing, she tried to twist free, but he forced her face down onto the mat. Breathing heavy, her body struggling against him, Royce had a sudden thought and acted on it, chuckling. "Oh, you're going to get it, Charlotte Ann. No doubt about it." "That's what you think," she growled. Then she felt him pushing down her underwear, and his growing erection at her rear. Her struggling grew wilder. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Royce loosened the tie on his own underwear and moved behind her. "If you don't know, you are about to find out." Using his fingers, he probed her crotch, parting her lips and dipping his fingers inside. Her free hand slapped the mat in frustration. "Royce! That's not fair!" He found the inside of her pussy slick and hot, and he easily lubed her outer labia. Pushing his legs between hers, he pointed his hard cock at her entrance of her pussy. She cried out when she felt his cockhead part her sex. Royce released her arm, and with both hands, grabbed her shoulders and began roughly shoving. Each hard thrust took him deeper. "Oh. My. God," she grunted, bucking against him as he stretched and filled her. "Not fair. Ah! Oh, not ... ah, oh, shit!" It took a bit, as Royce had a big cock. Soon he fully mounted her, his hard dick plundering into her wet, slick cavity. Charlotte Ann's cries deepened to low moans. No longer protesting, she put her arms in front and arched her back to meet his thrusts. The sounds of his hips slapping firmly into her behind grew sharper, then became wetter and wetter. When she felt the first hot pulse of his sperm spraying her cervix, she clawed her fingers into the mat, crying out, relishing the sensation. Then her loins tightened and pleasure exploded, her pussy gripping and releasing him, her orgasm urging him on. Before they were both finished, Royce pulled out and rolled her over, yanking off her underwear and pushing off his own. She saw his vein-filled cock, still hard, with a large glob of semen dripping from the purple head. It swelled briefly, and another glob formed and dribbled onto her crotch. Spreading her wide, he put her legs onto his shoulders and plunged back into her. She grunted, overwhelmed by the sudden return of his hard presence deep inside her. Vigorously thrusting, the force of his movements began pushing her across the mat, away from him. To keep her in place, he shifted, raising the angle of penetration. He lowered himself over her, thoroughly probing her sopping crevice. With her butt off the mat, she lifted her head and looking down, Charlotte Ann watched his long, thick cock plunge between her tightly stretched labia, grunting each time as she felt his crown part her center and plow the depths of her slick channel. Brush against her womb. Up and down, up and down. The hair around her pussy became white as the sperm from his previous ejaculation mixed with her fluids, forming a wet ring around their coupling. She could feel the excess running down her ass. In this position, bent in half and her knees pressing against her breasts, she was spread wide open under him. His heavy balls slapped against her butt cheeks. With each parting stroke, her clit moved downward, brushing against his descending shaft. All she could do was rock her hips a little to increase the contact, so she did. Ripples of pleasure radiated from her pussy through her belly. Slowly, she felt her loins tighten again. Each ripple from her clitoris, bit by bit, wound her tighter and tighter. Her hands reached down, caressing his hips, then to feel his butt as it tightened and released with each thrust into her center. Once he was inside her, desire for her filled his thoughts, burning away all else. The first ejaculation had been not nearly enough. It had been almost three weeks since their last coupling. The feel of her wet, velvet pussy around his cock was intoxicating, driving him on. He wanted to watch her face as she came on his cock, her body losing control from the pleasure of him. He wanted to see her eyes as she felt him fill her pussy with yet more of his seed. Her grunts with each downward stroke became moans. "Charlotte Ann," he breathed. She looked up at him, eyes wide, her focus on his presence working inside her. "Do you .. feel me? How hard I am ... for you?" With each pause, Royce ground his crotch against hers, sending more ripples of pleasure into her. "Mmmmmm, your pussy feels .. so sweet! So good. Oh, yes. Do you like .. what I'm doing .. to you?" "Yes," she huffed, thoroughly focused on him. Her smokey blue eyes were heavily lidded, heading toward another release. "I want you to .. to come on me. I want .. to see you .. shake with pleasure .. will you do that?" Tighter and tighter. Her hands went from caressing his butt to grabbing him, pulling him inside harder. "Will you?" he repeated. "Yes!" He leaned down, kissing her as his hips pounded against her. "Then ... you know what I'm ... going to do?" "Oh ... god!" So close. "I'm going to ... spray hot come ... in your pussy. Fill you up ... until it runs ... like buckets from you. And you know ... what else ... sexy woman?" Charlotte Ann stared up at him, gasping, waiting for his words. "I love you." The explosion in her loins stunned her. She gripped his butt tightly, drawing blood as she dug in, and screamed long and loud, bucking and thrashing. Wave after wave washed over her. Her reaction surprised him. She had never screamed before, and with the tight grip and release on his cock, Royce arched into her and gripped her close, his cock fully impaled in the tight, wet sheath of her pussy. He kept his promise as pulse after pulse of hot sperm shot into her, coating her insides. He was still grinding against her, filling her, when he saw feet rapidly approach across the mat. He looked up. Susan, dripping wet from her shower, wrapped in a body towel. "Everything all right?" she asked quietly. "I'm pretty sure it is, but in all the times I've been around when you and she made love, I have never heard her cry out like that." Fading, but still pulsing inside Charlotte Ann, Royce only nodded. His dark-haired wife shivered underneath him, eyes closed and mouth open, still gasping for air. "Well, I'll let you two have your privacy then." Susan turned to leave. "Wait," he managed. He let Charlotte Ann's legs down off his arms. He didn't withdraw, but he did make himself more comfortable. His first wife waited. "What is it?" "I told her I love her. And now I'm telling you, too. I love you, Susan." "I love you, too, Royce. Anything else?" She smiled at him, eyes locked onto his, warm and genuine. "No, I mean that, too, but I'm also in love with you, Susan. I just wanted you to know." The tall blonde woman took a breath and sat down, her wet hair dripping onto her shoulders. "I think this is a first. Being told by my husband he loves me while he's buried to the hilt inside my sister, and he's just creamed her pussy. And I know you did 'cause it's pooling around her butt cheeks on the mat." "It doesn't change my feelings for you. I love you both." Charlotte Ann's eyes blinked open. "Royce?" Then her arms flew around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss, and her legs locked around his hips. "Oh, I love you, too!" Royce kissed her once, but Charlotte Ann demanded a deep and long kiss, so he gave it to her. "I'm glad you two have finally realized it," Susan said gently. "I love you as my friend, and I'm in love with you as my husband and lover, Royce." Royce grinned at Susan. "Really?" Charlotte Ann looked over and saw her sister. Oddly, she flushed with embarrassment, and that confused her. Nudity had never been an issue between them before. Since the completion of their bedroom Susan often gave them privacy to make love, yet Susan had also watched them many times before. Charlotte Ann loosened her grip on him. "Uh, maybe we should, uh, disentangle?" "It's all right, Charlotte Ann. I heard your scream and I wanted to make sure you were okay. He's your husband, too. Now, I'll let you two alone." Charlotte Ann tapped Royce on the chest, and he obliged by withdrawing from her. There was a wet sound, and semen gushed from her gaping hole, adding to the puddle on the mat. She sat down on the mat beside Royce. Seeing her sister's gaze, Charlotte Ann flushed a deeper red. Susan saw her reaction. Perplexed, she asked, "Why are you embarrassed? I've seen you two make love before. It must have been really intense. I'm happy for you. He's your husband and he's done his husbandly duty by you. When it's my turn, I expect him to cream me just as thoroughly." The darker haired woman just nodded, unable to meet Susan's gaze. Royce sat cross-legged, his erection undiminished, his semen-covered cock broadcasting his maleness. "How many times?" Susan looked at his sex. She noticed that it slowly moved. She knew its movement matched his heartbeat. "Sorry?" he asked. "Twice," Charlotte Ann answered. When Susan glanced at her, she repeated, "He came twice as far as I know." Royce put his arm around Charlotte Ann, pulling her close, but Royce was looking intently at Susan. "Amazing," Susan muttered. Then, "Well, I really do think I should let you two resume what I so rudely interrupted." Royce started to speak, but Charlotte Ann shook her head. "No, I'm done for a bit," she said, glancing up at Royce. "Maybe later we can do it again. Right now, I'm not sure I could stand yet." He kissed her three times, then looked at Susan. "When did you decide you were in love with me?" Susan sighed. "Isn't it enough to know that I do? That I yearn for your touch? I don't know for sure. The dance during this past Winter Solstice I thought you were very dashing. Very romantic. And after the battle with the dragons, I wanted you right then. You could have taken me into the bushes and I know I would have come just from you entering me." "Me, too," Charlotte Ann muttered, glancing sidelong at Royce. "You really were impressively hot that day. Still are." Royce grinned. "I do remember a most enjoyable evening after the battle." Susan nodded. "You said we would fall in love, and it's happened, Husband. I was going to wait until later to bring this up. I suppose now is as good a time as any. That's not going down, is it?" Royce glanced down at his hard cock, then grinned. "Probably not. I find both of you very hot and desirable." Susan raised her eyebrows. "You want me right now?" "I don't have to, but yes, I'd make love to you, too. Happily." "First, my own matter. Royce, I want your ring." Stunned, Royce looked at her. "No, silly," Susan exclaimed. "Not the wedding ring! Your Birth Control Ring. Take it off and give it to me. Right now." "You know about that?" he asked. Susan nodded. "I do. And I want it. I want a baby and you are going to be the means. You can have the ring back after I'm pregnant, but not before. And I reserve the right to take it back when I want more children. Our home is still being completed, but it might be a year before it's done. If I wait until it's quote 'safe' unquote, I'll never have a child. I'm twenty-eight, and my child-bearing years are fast disappearing. You may have elven blood in your line Royce, but my sister and I are fully human. Royce, I don't want to wait anymore. After thirty, it's harder for a woman to go to term. But while you wear that ring, my love, my womb will never carry our child." Shocked, Charlotte Ann looked from her sister to Royce and back again. "Wait! Susan, when did you learn about this ring?" "Not long. A few days. I kept waiting, hoping I would catch. After two years of waiting for it, I finally checked myself out, and everything showed normal. Divination magic assures me I am fertile. So next I made magical inquiries about our husband." Charlotte Ann looked at Royce, her eyes full of hurt. "Since we've been married, I've never used any magic to prevent pregnancy. You should not have kept that from us! We have a right to know! How could you?" "Charlotte Ann," Susan admonished. "I agree, he should have told us. Hopefully," she stressed meaningfully, "there aren't any other secrets between us. To be fair, though, you have said several times you weren't even sure you wanted to be a mother. Royce? The ring?" She snapped her fingers for emphasis, holding out her hand. Royce removed the silver band and dropped into her grasp. "But before, I really never had a choice," Charlotte Ann protested. "Sister, you make love to him less than once a week. I do him a lot more often than you. And the frequency, too, has been your choice." "Neither one of you indicated you wanted a child before now," Royce protested. "Now I have," Susan replied firmly. "I'm your wife. And as your wife, how many and how often I have children is up to me. That is both custom and church law. I love you, Royce, but don't be a prick. We really did have a right to know, as soon as we took the marriage vows. Like my sister, I quit using birth control after we got married." He shook his head. "It wasn't deliberate. I've had the ring since I was fourteen. I really never even think about it. However, that being said, you are absolutely right. One hundred percent. I blew it. I apologize to you both." His mind off sex, Royce's cock began to droop. "What can I do to make it up to you?" Susan unhooked her towel, letting it fall to the mat. Pinching her nipples firmly, she said, "Oh, I can think of something." Slowly dropping to her hands and knees, she crawled toward Royce and Charlotte Ann. Royce's eyes were glued to the sway of her breasts as she moved closer. "Excuse me," Susan said to Charlotte Ann, "If you're through with this, I'll make use of it." Reaching her hand between her sister's legs, Susan scooped up the mixture of semen and lubricant pooled on the mat. Charlotte Ann blinked and her mouth dropped open. Snaking her hand back under her belly, Susan wiped the gooey mess onto the lips of her pussy. Then she saw Royce was hard again. "Oh, good," she crooned. "Just to let you know, I used a fertility spell on myself earlier, too. I'll give you the choice, Royce. Plowing the Field or Stallion to Mare?" "Plowing the Field," he replied. "Do you want to spell me, too?" She laughed. "Your family has a history of twins and triplets. If I spell you, I'm sure to have more than one. If we have more than one, so be it. But I'm not going to make it a certainty. One baby is work enough." Bringing her hips forward, Susan lay down in front of Royce, legs held apart by her hands. Lifting her hips upward, she patted her thigh, then pulled apart her pussy lips, showing him her wet, pink center. Royce leaned over to give Charlotte Ann a kiss, but she moved away, rising. When Royce hesitated, Susan reached down and grasped his cock, pulling him toward her. "Charlotte Ann," she said. "Stay, please." "Why?" she asked, yet sat back down anyway. Tears falling. "You are my sister," Susan answered. "I have loved you all my life. I hope to make a child, and I want you to witness this, to share my joy." Susan guided him to her entrance, then lay back as he moved over her, into her. Susan turned her face to look at her sister. Charlotte Ann sat with her knees under her chin, tears now falling freely as she watched them. "I am your sister," she told Susan. "But my heart is crazy right now. I am angry at the secret he kept from us. He's just made love to me. Yet I see him mounting you, and my heart is jealous. I have never been jealous of you! Never! Now I am and I'm not sure why! You and him being together didn't matter. Now it does. I want it to be me he enters, me he mates with." Royce pushed and shoved, working his way inside Susan, parting her. Short thrusts at first. She grew wetter, and his passage became easier. Susan wrapped her legs around him, locking them behind his moving butt. "Charlotte Ann, do you want me to give you the spell as well?" Then she grunted, her attention diverted to Royce. She cupped his face with both of her hands. "I feel you inside me, Husband, joining us together. I offer myself to you. Give my your seed. Fill me up. Show me your love." The dark-haired woman watched her husband thrusting into her sister-wife, Susan's pussy stretched wide to accept him. She wasn't sure if it was jealousy or lust or what, but she quietly answered, "Yes." Susan breathed faster, her eyes locked on his face as he moved inside her. With each downward stroke she began to give a little cry. The skin from her breasts up to her face grew flush. "Yes!" Charlotte Ann repeated. "Give me the spell, too!" "Then .. then .. I'll give it .. after .. we're done. Oh, Royce .. I love you ..so .. so much. Oh, oh, ah! Oh my! So quick ... I think .. I'm gonna ... gonna come!" Susan arched her back, then bucked against his thrusting, shaking and groaning. "Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ohhhhhh, yes!" Down on the Mat Royce thrust faster and faster. Charlotte Ann watched Susan's pussy spasm around his cock, the now fat, puffy lips gripping and caressing his thick, long member. Then with a grunt, he ground his crotch against hers. Susan ground right back, using her hands and legs to pull him tight. "Ooooohhhhhh! Oh, yes, I feel you. Ohhh! Come inside me, honey. Give it to me. Give me your come. Oh, that feels so good, so good. I love you." Susan arched up and kissed his chest several times. "I love you, love you, love you." Royce leaned down and gave Susan a long kiss. "I love you, too, my lovely wife." He shook his head, grinning from ear to ear. "Susan, that was truly incredible. With the ring on, it's intimate and pleasurable sharing. Now, there is this whole other layer, knowing there is a good chance you will become pregnant, that your belly will swell with our baby. Unbelievable!" He started to move again, but Susan stopped him. "I'd love to, Royce, but later. First, I need to do the spell for my sister. Then you need to come inside her pussy again." Suddenly realizing the turmoil of emotions running through Charlotte Ann, he nodded. Carefully and slowly he withdrew from Susan. As he stood, Susan lifted up her hand, and he helped her stand. Susan walked over to Charlotte Ann and squatted down. Susan was flushed from her orgasm, nipples puckered and her skin from her breasts up to her ears a bright pink. "Are you sure you want it, Charlotte Ann? There is a fair chance you will get pregnant, and you will be extra fertile for the next several days. And, the spell will make you want him. A lot." There was a loud gurgle and a growl. Definitely from Charlotte Ann's stomach. Susan raised her eyebrows. "I haven't eaten in awhile. Nothing to fuss over." Charlotte Ann stared down. Sperm dribbled from Susan's pussy onto the mat. Charlotte Ann shifted her gaze, looking directly into her sister's eyes. "Yes, I want the spell. I want his baby, too." Susan was surprised when Charlotte Ann reached over and dipped into her pussy, scooping up semen and then rubbed it onto her own messy crotch. "He belongs to both of us, and turnabout is fair dinkum," Susan admitted. Then she stood up and recited the words to the spell. Charlotte Ann shivered as the magic completed and Susan touched her head with her hands. Susan lifted her sister's chin and locked eyes with her. "I love you. Don't forget that. Be hungry for him as you will. But don't be jealous because he comes inside me, too. I am your sister and your friend. Nothing will ever change that between us. I will always love you. Always. A man has balls to make more seed, Charlotte Ann. Use your brains, not your pussy to think with. Don't be ashamed of your lust for him, but don't begrudge me, either." Susan gripped her shoulders, trying to reach through to her. "Sister, the man regenerates! If we let him, he could hump us both until we couldn't walk, do all the rest of women in the manor house, then come back around, spray come all over us until we are covered with his seed, and not get soft once. Royce is not going to run out of sperm anytime soon!" Charlotte Ann nodded thoughtfully, then went to Royce, moving to lay before him as Susan had. Shaking his head, he took Charlotte Ann's hand, drawing her up. "Put your arms around my neck," he told her, leaning down. When she did, he put his hands under her butt and lifted her up, then guiding her onto his erection. Within a few strokes, he was fully inside her. Charlotte Ann groaned. As she wrapped her legs around him, he slipped one hand, then the other under her legs, raising them higher. When he flexed his cock inside her, she squeaked. Standing up, hands gripping her butt and holding her off the ground, he was buried to the hilt inside her. In this position, all she could do was hang on, taking what he gave her. "I told you you were going to get it," he said, touching his forehead to hers. "Over the next few days, I'm going to be inside you, creaming your pussy. Count on it." Royce began lifting and lowering her slowly. She groaned again. "Expect to find my head between your legs, too. You are a sexy woman. You are smart, strong, and brave. You are my woman. My wife. I love you, Charlotte Ann, and sometimes just looking at you makes me hard for you. From now on, I want to make love to you a lot more often than two or three times a month. Will you make yourself available to me?" "Yes!" she cried. For twenty minutes, she hung on and bounced on his cock. Four times she came, intensely, impaled on him. By the strength of his arms, he held her up, driving himself into her center, changing the angle from side to side, then a merciless pounding again. At last he held her close, and looking into her eyes, told her again that he loved her as he squirted hot sperm into her pussy. Feeling him finally unload set off another, lesser wave of pleasure. By then she was sore and tired, but feeling his ejaculation against her womb pleased her. "Kiss me," he asked. Wrapping her arms around his chest, she leaned up to his mouth. For a long while he held her there, maintaining their union while their mouths were linked, tasting each other. Susan nodded to herself in satisfaction. She collected Royce's magical ring and her towel. In the bathroom, she slipped on a bathrobe and dropped the wet towel into the laundry chute. Opening the door of their apartment, she summoned a servant and asked for food to be brought to the bathroom. Returning to the gym, Susan made two trips gathering their clothes. Charlotte Ann's weapons were laid carefully on her dresser, the belt and sword hung nearby. Except for their shoes, all the clothing went into the laundry chute in the bathroom. Susan readily admitted the chute was very handy. She put Charlotte Ann's dirty boots outside their bedroom door for cleaning, and Royce's at the foot of the bed. When she was done, she went to check on her husband and sister, and found them still joined, leisurely kissing. "Come on, you two, it's nearly midnight. Let her down and let's get cleaned up a bit. There's food coming, Charlotte Ann." "You ready?" he asked. "I'm not sure. I like where you are, but I suppose we should. Do I still have hips? I can't feel them very well." "That's a problem. I'll carry you." Royce carried her into the bathroom, and stepping down into the roiling water of the hot tub, pulled out and sat her on the built-in bench. With her pussy still gaping, the tub's warm water rushed in and filled her cavity. Charlotte Ann made a noise in surprise. While they waited for Charlotte Ann's food, Royce washed her hair while Susan soaped and scrubbed her back. Glancing between his legs, Charlotte Ann saw his cock was actually drooped over. "So it really does get small, though not so much," she commented. "Of course it does," Susan said. "It not like he walks around hard all the time." Then she looked at him. "You don't, do you?" "Not usually," he assured her, vastly amused. "You know, Susan, that tomorrow you're having a day off?" Susan grinned, nodding. "I counted on it. My staff already know." "I see. Charlotte Ann, you are joining us." "Day off? What does that mean?" "It means, dear Sister, that we stay around our husband, and he spends the day making love to us, between naps and rest. Sometimes I work on letters or read when I have to take a break." Charlotte Ann looked at Royce, who nodded. "Oh." Royce steadied Charlotte Ann while she lifted first one leg and then the other to wash. Last was her crotch. She lathered it good, but her hands moved slowly. "You're gritting your teeth, Sister. Tender?" "A might. But only because my husband rode me hard like a messenger horse." "It was an important message," he quipped. Susan grinned despite herself. "Would you like a bit of healing?" Charlotte Ann shook her head. "It should be better by morning. And I earned it." Puzzled, Susan glanced meaningfully at Royce, but he mouthed, "Later." There was a knock at the door. Charlotte Ann quickly sat down into the water. Susan began vigorously scrubbing Royce's back. "Come!" Royce called out. Miri Tanner, Susan's Senior Lady-in-Waiting entered, pushing a large cart ahead of her. Carefully averting her eyes, she quickly unloaded the tray of food, drinks and glasses. "Thank you, Miri," Susan told her. Charlotte Ann leaned over and snagged a sandwich filled with meat and cheese. "Yes, thank you." Then stuffing a huge bite into her mouth, she closed her eyes and chewed. Royce laughed. "I recognize that face, that look of hunger. She looked at me just a bit ago that way. That sandwich doesn't stand a chance!" Susan thumped him on the arm. "You are incorrigible. Miri, we'll be retiring after our bath, so I won't be needing you any further tonight. I won't need you until day after tomorrow. Before you retire, would you please have someone come by in a couple of hours to clean up in here?" "Certainly, my Lady." Miri nodded and left. Royce stood, munching on an apple while Susan scubbed his lower back, butt, and his legs, front and back. When he reached for the second sandwich, Charlotte Ann slapped his hand away. "Mine!" she growled. "Fair enough," he chuckled. Charlotte Ann put the last bite of her first sandwich into her mouth, and washed it down with her second glass of apple beer. Then she took the second sandwich, taking time to enjoy the food. After he rinsed off, Royce worked on Susan's shoulders, rubbing them with gentle, firm strokes. He paused, grabbed a strawberry, and put it to her mouth. Susan opened her eyes, and delighted, ate the fruit slowly, savoring the sweet flavor while he resumed his massage. He fed her several more, then pushed the rest toward Charlotte Ann. "This is heaven," Susan sighed. Her head drooped forward while his hands plied her shoulders. "You said you were bathing earlier. Did you get your back?" Susan slowly shook her head. Bracing her arms, she closed her eyes while he lathered and scrubbed her. Standing, she let him work her butt and the back of her legs. When he was done, he pulled her up and wrapped his arms around her, holding the bar of soap over her belly. He nestled his cheek against hers. She looked down, watching his hands lathering up. "What are you doing?" "Cleaning you," he answered quietly. Soaping up her breasts, he pressed his fingers into them, gently squeezing. He rolled her nipples and she gasped. "I did those already," she said managed at last. "You sure?" he asked. "Yes," she breathed. His hands thick with suds, he put the bar down, continuing to work her breasts over, adding in wide swipes to soap up her belly. As one hand pinched a nipple, his other descended down her mons, sudsing her snatch. Susan shifted, giving him access. "As long as you're sure," he said. She groaned. When his finger slipped inside her, caressing her clitoris, Susan gasped again, then began rocking her hips. She felt him harden. He shifted and his cock rested in the crease of her butt. She pushed against him, growing aroused. "Are you going to take me?" Her breathing deepened. "I will," he assured her. "But right now, just enjoy it." "All right," she sighed, wriggling on his fingers. Charlotte Ann sat back, slowly chewing. She watched his hands moving over her, and Susan's reactions. Saw her arch, rubbing her butt cheeks against his cock, hard again. The crown of his cock topped higher than the length of Susan's butt. Suddenly stiffening, Susan leaned against Royce, shaking. "Ohhhhh! ahhhh!" Then she clamped her legs around his hand. "Too much!" she heaved. He gave her a slight press of his hands on her shoulder. Understanding, Susan leaned forward, her long hair falling into the water. She tossed her necklace with its holy symbol back over her shoulder, so it didn't slap her in the face. Bracing herself, she moved her legs further apart. Taking his cock, he moved up to her and fully entered her in one stroke. Arching, she pushed back against him. "I love you, Royce," she husked. "I love you, too," he said, then started pumping long and hard. Charlotte Ann watched them. His face looking down at her, sometimes watching himself plunge into her, mostly staring at her back. Susan's eyes were heavy-lidded, intense concentration on her face, breathing deep and fast, matching their rhythm. Her breasts rolled with their movement. She had watched them couple before, but now she was curious to really look, to really see their union. Moving slowly in the water along the bench, Charlotte Ann positioned herself behind them. Susan's pale blonde muff was swollen and red. Royce's long, thick cock speared into her, pushing Susan's labia into her pussy and pulling the lips out with each stroke. In and out. In and out. Intrigued, she saw his balls no longer slapped against Susan's hole, but had drawn up high, plainly visible within his scrotum. Like a butter churn, Royce's hard member stroked into her, and Susan's pussy dripped and frothed from his vigorous action. Charlotte Ann realized he must be getting close. She leaned closer, her hand absently squeezing her own breast. "Susan," he huffed. "Are you ready?" "Mmmmmm ... Hhhhnnnn ... NNNnnnnnnnnn!" Breathing faster, Susan slammed harder against his thrusting. Four strokes, five, six! Then he pulled Susan hard against his hips, shoving himself as deep as he could. Susan tensed. An instant later, Royce grunted as his cock pulsed, spewing rope after rope of semen against her womb. "Nnnnnn ... nnnnngahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Oh, oh, oh!" Susan shook and shivered. Charlotte Ann was fascinated. With each grunt, she saw his balls contract. She knew he was coming, shooting her sister full of thick, hot sperm. Then she saw Susan's pussy throbbing and pulsing around his cock. His hot come had set her off again. She reached out, gently cupping his scrotum. Royce glanced at her, surprised at her touch. Charlotte Ann smiled up at him. He gave a faint smile back, then turned his attention back to ejaculating inside Susan, grinding his crotch against her. She felt two more contractions before the pulsing faded. Her own pussy twitched in sympathy, remembering. Then she moved back to the bench. 'It is so exquisite when he comes in me,' she thought, realizing the wisdom of Susan's words. 'I love him, but I cannot deny my sister such joy, for she loves him, too.' For several minutes, Royce stayed inside, running his hands over Susan's back while their breathing returned to normal. When he finally pulled out, Charlotte Ann had a view deep into her womb, and the fat, inflamed labia. She watched her sister rise and turn, giving Royce a long, lingering kiss as he drew her into his embrace. Like a flower slowly closing, the gaping crevice drew shut, as globs of semen dripped into the tub. Grabbing the soap, Susan thoroughly washed her sex clean. Rising out of the hot tub, she used one towel to wrap around her hair. As Royce dried off beside her, Susan turned to Charlotte Ann. "What did you think?" "About what?" "I felt your fingers on my pussy. You've never done that before." Then she shook her head. "Never mind. Climb out and towel off, Sis. I'll brush your hair before we go to bed." Charlotte Ann yawned, nodding. As she dried her hair, she saw the pitcher was empty. Fifty klicks of hard riding since dawn. Five cups of beer. Plenty of sex. She was tired. "You want me to brush out your hair?" Royce asked Susan. "That would be nice. Maybe while I do Charlotte Ann." Royce nodded, and whistling, strode naked into their bedroom. The two sisters, wrapped in body towels, followed him. Charlotte Ann sat on the edge of the bed. Susan, with a brush, moved in behind her. As she worked gently, Susan, too, hummed, obviously happy. "I love you, Susan," she said. "Ummm. I love you, too, Wildcat. I do, indeedy do." Susan began gently brushing out her sister's dark hair. Charlotte Ann found herself pleased by the use of her nickname. "Royce? I love you, too. I guess you won the match. But I don't mind." Royce settled in behind Susan, and began brushing out the ends. "Dear heart, I never think of it that way -- winning or losing. Being with you is what I want. I need the practice, and we always end up making love after. I consider that a very good outcome." Charlotte Ann grinned even as her eyes drooped. "Yeah, I guess that's true." When Susan was finished, Charlotte Ann leaned back against her sister. Susan put her arms around her, sighing into her hair. Royce smiled as he continued brushing out Susan's long, pale tresses. Charlotte Ann dozed a bit, but woke when Susan shifted. "Time for bed, Big Sister," Susan told her. Royce climbed in first, and they settled in on each side of him. He kissed them both affectionately. "Good night, my darlings." Charlotte Ann called from the crook of his arm. "Susan?" "Yes, my love?" "Does the spell affect how intense your orgasms are?" "It can. It doesn't for everyone, but many have reported it so. I know it certainly affected me." Susan settled against Royce, wrapping her arms around him, enjoying the pleasure of his presence, the warmth and scent of him. Charlotte Ann curled on his other side, and sighed as his arm drew her near. Eyes suddenly heavy, sleep was a welcome visitor. "Me, too," she murmured. "Me, too." -------------------------- Note: For those interested, this story is followed by 'Day Off for Three.' # # #