Laying on Hands – No Homo Edition.

	Hime's heart pounded in his chest, racing with the frantic pace of a zealot. Part of the reason for his frenetic heartbeat was the steep hill that the healer – never the type to indulge in exercise if he could avoid it – was hiking up. The other reason, and by far the one that Hime preferred, was the thought of what awaited him up in Fell's Point, the ruined manse that crowned this sorry mound of earth.
	“Meet me at Fell's Point” the note had read. Slipped under his door at the tavern he had been staying at, the scrap of parchment had been left unsigned, save for the shape of a woman's lips printed in crimson. Hime knew of only one woman who painted her lips that colour, and it was that woman he was hoping to see at the top of the hill.
	Lady Seras, his travelling companion for the past six months and the current object of his affections, had not seemed like the type to take such a clandestine approach but clearly Hime had misjudged her. A noble knight, she seemed like the very paragon of womanhood to the young healer and more often that not, it was her face and body that occupied his thoughts whenever Hime drifted off to sleep.
	It had all started a few weeks ago, after the warrior had taken a nasty cut across her chest in battle with a group of rough sorts. It hadn't been deep, and a bandage would have served as well as magic, but still Seras had taken Hime into her tent and shown him her naked body, demanding that he served his role as healer. Ever since then, the sight of her well-toned body and shapely bosom had been seared into Hime's mind.
	Both in battle and out of it, Hime had stuck close to the knight and attended to her every need, hoping that she would deign to take notice of him. Born to a noble family – albeit a rather small and unremarkable one – Hime enjoyed a higher place in society than Seras, who was “merely” a member of the martial class. As such, it was unthinkable that he could make the first move. All he could do was wait for the seemingly oblivious warrior to take note of his attention and hope that she responded in kind.
	Perhaps this illicit rendezvous was the moment he had been waiting for. Certainly, the young healer couldn't think of any other reason for Seras to bring him out here, so far from the flickering lights of the town below. Could she not have visited him in his tavern room? Or perhaps she had prepared some special surprise up here, on this lonely hill. It was a warm night, and a large moon shone down from above – quite a romantic atmosphere, to be sure. Hime could barely wait.

	“Hime, are you in there?” Seras demanded, knocking again on the flimsy bedroom door. In such a dilapidated tavern, with walls barely thicker than a layer of cloth, she should have been able to hear any movement the healer made. Certainly, she had heard what he had been doing the night before – during breakfast the next morning, she could barely look him in the eye.
	Perhaps she had been too forward that one time, practically thrusting her bare chest into his flushed face. It had seemed like the only way to finally get her intentions across to the strangely oblivious boy, since nothing else had worked. The knight could scarcely remember the number of times she flung herself into danger to protect Hime, but her true motives had always been lost on him.
	True, Seras was a noble knight, sworn to protect the weak but it seemed beyond belief that the young healer could be so ignorant. Unlike her young companion, Seras had little in the way of formal learning, and she was no good with words. It had seemed like deeds had been her one chance of showing him how much she cared for him, and even those were not enough.
	“Bah,” she murmured, forcing the ever-present distraction as far from her thoughts as possible before pounding her fist against the door again. With a frown, the expression twisting her noble features into something far harder, she took a firm grip on the door handle and barged her shoulder into the wooden surface. The door flew open, unceremoniously depositing the knight into a room that was empty, save for a scrap of parchment on the floor.
	Snatching the note up, Seras read it quickly and frowned again, rereading the words through narrowed eyes. Was it possible that Hime had fallen for such an obvious ruse? If he thought that a note slipped under the door was her style, than he was even a poorer judge of character than she had first thought. Yet, perhaps the prospect of an illicit liaison had clouded what little judgement he had.
	Crumpling the note in her clenched fist, Seras stormed out of the tavern. She had little choice but to head to Fell's Point herself and make sure there were no unpleasant surprises lying in wait for the healer. There was little doubt that she could get there before him – Hime was many things, but a natural hiker was not one of them. Once that was taken care of, well, it was a nice night to spend some private time with the boy. Perhaps something good could come of this sorry situation.

	Groggy and slow of thought, it seemed to take hours for Hime's head to clear and his senses return to their natural order. He had blacked out for a moment, and his last memories before losing consciousness were muddled. He had pushed his way into the ruined manse and, following the hormonal instincts of a young man, made his way to the bedroom.
	The plush bed he had spied through the crack in the door had been so new, so out of place, that it could only have been prepared specially. Eager excitement had crowded all rational thought out of his mind as  Hime barged into the room and then... nothing. His head didn't hurt, so much, so he doubted he had tripped and bashed it against something. That left...
	“Dark magic!” he muttered, the words carrying a certain dramatic flair.  His unease only deepened as he tried to lift his arms and found that he could only move them a little. Stout chains bound him to the plush bed – the same bed that had seemed to alluring only a short time ago – by the wrists and ankles. It was a comfortable prison, with a thick layer of velvet cushioning the shackles, but a prison nonetheless.
	“Not what you were expecting?” a voice drifted out from somewhere beyond Hime's limited field of view. It was a rich voice, as smooth and luxurious as the velvet lining the shackles around his wrists, and clearly one that its owner enjoyed using. It was the kind of seductive tone that perfectly suited a villainous monologue or some triumphant gloating.
	“You... You let me go right this instant!” Hime stammered out, dearly wishing that his voice was more assertive. 
	“Hmm...” the thoughtful hum was dragged out for a long time, the unseen speaker savouring every moment of it, “I don't think so. Having you tied down like that, well, I shan't lie. It gets me QUITE excited.”
	With those words, sinister and yet somehow tantalising, the speaker circled around Hime's bed and swaggered into the healer's field of view. She was clad in a robe, the thin silk wrapped so tightly around her curvaceous body that even to Hime's inexperienced eye it was obvious that she wore nothing underneath. Her face was garishly painted, with lips of a familiar crimson and dark wings of powder above each eye, and waves of glossy black hair spilled down to her waist. With hair like that, she could have stood before him perfectly naked without ever showing Hime the secrets of her body. The thought alone was enough to create an unwelcome stirring in his loins.
	“Did your master not tell you about me?” for a moment, the sorceress looked disappointed, “A shame. We have something of a history, Lady Seras and I. You may call me Morgana... or perhaps Mistress would be more to your liking?”
	With those words, the sorceress let her robe slip a little, exposing a good amount of her impressive cleavage. “Tell me boy, have you ever seen a woman's bare flesh?”
	“Y-yes,” Hime mumbled, thinking back to his one moment of glory in Seras' tent. He didn't mention that it had been his only time, or that looking had been all that had happened.
	“A woman, I said,” Morgana purred, running a long finger down her chest and between the swell of her bosom. Her robe parted as her hand moved lower until it was barely hanging off her shoulders, only just covering the raised bumps of her nipples. “Not some mannish type with more muscles than curves.”
	Hime was about to argue that Seras had plenty of curves – certainly, he had seen them close enough to be sure – but before he could form the words, Morgana let her robe slip away completely. The sight of her naked body, her voluptuous form overflowing with sex appeal, stole the young healer's breath away and sent an immediate rush of urgent blood straight into his loins. At first he was thankful that his thick white healer's robes hid his erection from view, but the amused light in Morgana's eyes was clear. She didn't need to see his rapidly hardening flesh to know the reaction she had provoked. One look at his flustered face would have been enough, the burning heat in Hime's cheeks suggestive of one thing alone.
	“Oh don't feel bad honey,” her voice was like syrup as she sat on the corner of the bed, running one hand through Hime's tangles of gold hair. A soft whimper escaped the boy as she lazily twirled a lock of his hair around one finger, her other hand stroking his sweaty cheek. “It's only natural, you know. You're a young man, and I'm sure you've got... all kinds of urges.”
	Leaning down over him, so low that her hanging breasts brushed against Hime's chest, Morgana's painted lips were but a few inches away from the boy's own mouth. “So why don't you tell me all about them?” the lusty sorceress whispered, her hot breath brushing against Hime's face. Her hand, long since removed from his face, followed the curve of his slender waist. Normally, his thick robes seemed to shield him from so much of the outside world, but now they felt as flimsy as the silk Morgana had worn.
	“Now let's see here...” Morgana said to herself, reaching under the pillow propping up Hime's head, “Ah, here we are.” When she pulled her hand back, the boy got a single look at the delicate pair of scissors held in her grasp. They were small, but their blades looked wickedly sharp and caught the flickering candlelight when she turned them this way and that. Nothing about those gleaming blades made Hime think happy thoughts.

	Fortunately for the young healer, it was only his robe that Morgana had sliced through. The blades on that little pair of scissors had glided through the thick cloth like it wasn't there, easily parting it and letting the sorceress brush the two halves aside with a careless hand. The bedroom they were in was one of the most intact rooms in the manse, but there was still a soft wind coming from somewhere. Not cold, thankfully, but still carrying some of the day's warmth. It would have been a comfortable scene, under any other circumstances, but Hime was far from relaxed.
	Morgana was looking down at her handiwork, smiling beatifically to herself at the sight of Hime's smooth, hairless body laid out before her. The shackles around his wrists and ankles had him spread and offered only the slightest range of movement. If it came to a struggle, Hime would have no hope of throwing the older woman off, even if he had the raw strength to do so.
	“That's better, isn't it?” Morgana asked, shrugging her shoulders as if to emphasise her own nudity. Now we're equal – or at least, that was what Hime read from her casual gesture. Whatever her intentions, the motion set her bust moving in a way that was quite hypnotic, immediately drawing Hime's eyes to the rise and fall of her heavy bosom. 
	“I love boys like you,” the sorceress breathed, hot breath caressing Hime's lips as her hair, flowing freely down over his body in inky waves, tickled his sensitive skin. With their faces so close together, Hime had little choice but to stare into the older woman's eyes, and the predatory intensity that he saw there sent a strange shiver – not quite fear or arousal, but a curious mixture of both – running through his entire body.
	“Like me?” Hime whispered, barely able to force the words out at all. He omitted the “boy” part, out of some lingering pride. He was youthful looking, to be sure, with a beautiful face and smooth frame, but he was a man like any other. A young man, admittedly, and not one with much in the way of life experience, but...
	“Virgins,” explained the sorceress, running one hand down Hime's chest until it rested on the flat of his abdomen. A few inches lower, and she would be holding the rigid length of his shaft in her grip. Hime felt his cheeks burn at the word, feeling absurdly insulted by the simple truth. Before he could raise his voice in complaint, Morgana lunged forwards and pressed her warm lips to his own in a forceful kiss.
	Eyes wide with shock, Hime was helpless to prevent the older woman from pushing her tongue between his parted lips and exploring the inside of his mouth. Her hand, moving lower still, began a new exploration, slipping past Hime's shaft to take his testicles into her palm. She held them for a moment, weighing them in her hand before, as if suddenly reaching a decision, breaking their kiss. When she brought her face away from his, Morgana's breathing was laboured and two spots of colour had risen in her cheeks.
	“Your first kiss,” she panted, lifting herself up and over his body, straddling Hime's waist and lowering a hand to her own crotch. The boy watched, hypnotised, as her fingers slid between her legs and touched tentatively at the glistening red folds hidden there. Seras had shown him things, but never this much. “Let's make this a night of firsts, shall we?”
	The question - cruelly meaningless, since she could simply take what she wanted without permission – brought some fragment of awareness back to Hime's mind. This wasn't how he had imagined things going, and it was even further from how he wanted them to go. His first kiss had already been ruined, stolen from him, and now this? He couldn't stop his eyes from filling with hot, angry tears.
	“Don't!” he cried, choking the words out past the lump that had formed in his throat. He had little hope of success, but some naïve part of him forced him to continue. He had nothing left except swallowing his pride and praying for some scrap of mercy. “Please don't! I didn't... I didn't want it to be like this!”
	“What?” Morgana's voice was hushed, far from the husky murmur Hime had grown used to. It was as though the boy's desperate plea had gotten through to her and forced her to realise what she was doing. Her hand – which had started to move across his cock in slow strokes – grew still. “You... you'd rather lie with some... some mannish brute?”
	“Don't talk about Seras that way!” Hime shot back, his tongue racing ahead of his thoughts. Morgana's grip on his manhood tightened for a moment, her face growing so frightening that Hime thought she was going to snap the organ off. The pain was terrifying, forcing more tears to build in the boy's eyes and a scream to form in his throat, but just when he thought he couldn't take it any longer, her grip relaxed. She pouted, arms crossed under the swell of her bosom as Hime panted for breath.
	“Fine!” she snapped eventually, puffing out her cheeks with a mixture of ire and the slightest hint of humour, “But you've gotten me all worked up, so you'd better take responsibility!”
	“Anything,” Hime gasped, dimly aware that his erection was as strong as ever, despite the ferocious strength of the sorceress' grip.
	Another soft sigh of irritation escaped the older woman as she dropped to all fours, crawling forwards until she loomed over Hime's face. “That's what I like to hear,” she murmured, reaching down to stroke the boy's hair before she lifted herself up and moved over his face. “Now be a dear and stick your tongue out,” she added, her voice returning to the rough, lusty tone that Hime recognised.

	Before the older woman lowered her hips over Hime's waiting face, the young healer was treated to a lingering view of her sex. Reddened and eager, beads of arousal glistening on parted lips that almost seemed to throb with the powerful beating of the sorceress' heart. Then, without anything approaching ceremony, she closed the last remaining distance between them and settled herself into position.
	Tentatively, with a fearful caution that was unique among virgins, the boy reached out with his tongue and dabbed at the base of her slit, tasting the first drops of her nectar. From far above him, the sound of Morgana's breathing grew fluttery, as her body reacted to Hime's first licks. Her hand ran through the thick waves of his hair, stroking the boy like a favoured pet as she pressed herself down harder against his mouth.
	“Mmm, higher up. Higher!” Pleasure had softened Morgana's voice, lending it the gentle tone of a teacher guiding her young student to greater things. Eager to obey – Hime would never admit it, but he was enjoying the attentions of the older woman – the healer traced the outline of her sex with his tongue, running it up the length of her folds until it reached her clit. When he touched that sensitive nub of flesh, Morgana stiffened, bucking against his mouth and clenching her fist around the handful of hair she had seized.
	“That's it!” she breathed, grinding her hips down against Hime's mouth and pressing the boy's tongue deeper into her. Her breath came in short little gasps, sometimes broken up with small moans or murmured words of praise. Swaying back and forth above him, Morgana rode him with long motions that left Hime's chin slick with her spilled juices. The smell of the woman's arousal invaded Hime's nose, filling his mind with a lusty musk of arousal like nothing he had ever smelled before.
	Every so often, Morgana would lean back and give Hime's aching member a squeeze, not stroking him, but simply holding his erection in the palm of her hand. Even that was enough to send dizzying waves of pleasure through the boy – already light-headed from his struggles to breath properly – and leave his head swimming. His cock felt thick and heavy, ready to burst from the sheer amount of seed churning within.
	Morgana stiffened again, arching her back and letting out a wanton moan as Hime's tongue dragged over the mound of her clit, swirling around the little button before dipping lower along her swollen lips. The sorceress groaned and tightened her grip on Hime's hair, twisting the golden locks within her clenched fist as she pressed her sex harder against the boy's probing tongue. Caught between the yielding softness of the pillows beneath him and the woman's surprising strength, Hime felt his lungs cry out a warning as his air supply was cut off. 
	The young healer grunted out a formless not-word, clenching and unclenching his bound fists in a futile attempt at getting Morgana's attention. His efforts were in vain – his attempts at speech muffled by the weight bearing down on him and his madly flapping hands easily overlooked. For a moment, Hime imagined himself dying beneath the older woman, the life choked from his body even as her thighs tightened around his head in a cruel grip. Then, just as the blackness had begun to swirl around the edges of his vision, she lifted herself away and let a rush of blessed air into Hime's lungs.
	“Better take a deep breath, boy,” Morgana teased, stressing that last poisonous word as she shifted her body, “Because we're not done here.” Before the sorceress could settle herself back down on Hime's face, there came an almighty crash of sundered wood as the door burst open. When Morgana looked around to address the newcomer, her voice was utterly calm. “That took longer than I expected,” she purred, shifting her body to the side so that Hime had a clear view of Seras' outraged face, “But then, you never were very good with directions, were you sister?”

	That unwelcome, over-familiar greeting brought a new rush of anger to Seras' already furious mind. Any reminder of their shared blood infuriated her – a fact that Morgana knew all too well – and the knight could not stop a low growl of rage from slipping out. To see her twin sister, older by a matter of hours, sitting astride her companion and grinning maliciously was too much to bear.
	“What... is the meaning of this?” she snarled, fighting back the urge to cross the room and strike Morgana. Finally tearing her eyes away from the sultry sorceress, Seras looked down at Hime with mingled contempt and betrayal. At least the boy had the decency to look shamefaced, even if his erection showed no sign of wilting.
	“Oh, this?” Morgana looked around at the bedroom, as though she was taking in the candles and plush bed for the first time, “I did this all for you, dear sister! A little trick to get the pair of you together – you were never going to make the first move, that's for sure.”
	Seras opened her mouth to snap out some angry reply but paused, unwilling to admit that her sister had a point. “And this?” she asked instead, flapping a hand at Hime's dreamy face and the sheen of Morgana's nectar that adorned it.
	“Well, I had to do something to keep myself amused,” Morgana pouted, “And the boy was quite insistent that his first time was with you.” A lusty chuckle escaped the sorceress as she watched Seras' face twisting with countless contrasting feelings. She was touched, somehow, by Hime's demand and surprised that Morgana had actually allowed it. Maybe there was some semblance of decency left in the sorceress' filthy mind.
	“Come on then,” reaching around, Morgana patted the smooth flesh at the base of Hime's shaft, drawing a muffled squeal from the boy. “Take that ugly armour off and get over here,” Morgana's voice dropped low into a lascivious purr, “Make it quick, would you? I want a turn before the night is over!”
	“What?” Seras yelled, shocked despite herself by the sheer shamelessness of her sister's proposition, “You... you harlot! Don't judge me by your own filthy morals!”
	“Oh really?” Morgana leered, before continuing in the tone of someone reciting from memory. “I yearn for him, to take him into my bed and join my body with his”, a dirty laugh brought an end to the quotation, “That's what you wrote, wasn't it? The first letter my dear sister sends me in years, and it's asking for advice with the precious little boy she wants to deflower. Now, you're refusing my help?”
	Smirking at the knight's outraged silence, Morgana ploughed onwards. “I dare say I could change his mind about a few things – after all, I've never met a man who couldn't resist my...” Morgana let a flickering tongue of magic dance around her open palm for a moment, “Natural charms,” she finished with an innocent smile. “So how about it, sis? Make a claim, or lose him forever. What's it going to be?”
	“That's how you want it?” Seras snarled, tugging at the straps of her breastplate hard enough to rip the leather, “I should never have expected anything more from you. You're a despicable, shameless...” metal crashed as Seras threw the top of her armour to the ground, her chest bare but for a padded underlay. Normally she would have had Hime help with taking her armour off – another one of her too subtle attempts at drawing his attention – but now anger drove her to undress in record time.

	When Seras stood naked, her toned body standing in marked contrast with Morgana's ample curves and supple flesh, she paused for a moment to look into Hime's wide, startled eyes. “Uh, sorry about this,” she muttered, flushing slightly at the sight of Morgana studying her body with an intensity that rivalled his, “I didn't want it to be this way, but...”
	“Oh get on with it!” Morgana groaned, rolling her eyes and climbing off the bed. Instead, she moved over to a plump armchair and sat there, watching them like a spider as her hand slipped down between her legs. Hime jumped a little in as Seras touched his manhood, her unseen hands sliding down the length of his shaft to grip the base, holding the erection straight upright.
	Bedsprings creaked as the knight climbed onto it, her reassuring weight settling over Hime's waist as she straddled the boy. Hime felt a wetness brushing against the sensitive head of his penis, softer and more gentle than anything he had ever felt before. Slowly, with an elaborate care that drew irritated sighs from Morgana, Seras let herself slide down onto the boy's member. Warm folds, slick with arousal, parted around the invading organ as Seras lowered herself down until her hips met with Hime's own. Then, with the silky lining of her sex gripping the boy, she paused for another blissful, tortuous moment as she grew accustomed to his manhood.
	It felt as though Hime's lower half had been engulfed by hot clinging mud, delirious bliss threatening to drown out any rational thought he might have entertained. Before he could sink fully into that languid swamp, Seras began to move her body. Lifting herself up with a deliberate lack of haste, she locked eyes with the boy underneath her for a moment before letting her body drop back down, her hips clapping against Hime's own body.
	The healer moaned softly as his manhood sank deeper into the knight's sex, tight muscles giving way to wet velvet. Seras began to rock her hips back and forth, the tentative motion betraying her own lack of experience, and leaned forwards to hold Hime's shoulders. Her whole body felt hot, as though her blood was boiling beneath the hard surface of her toned flesh, but it was a glorious warmth that Hime was only too happy to bask in.
	Swaying her hips slowly, Seras coaxed wave after wave of pleasure out of Hime's tense body. The knight's teeth sank into her bottom lip as her own pleasure mounted, a flush rising up in her sweaty cheeks and a curl of short hair falling across her face. Her motions grew faster, more intense as she grew accustomed to performing under her sister's shameless eye, and soon Seras was riding Hime with giddy abandon.
	Assailed with sensual joy more intense than anything he had ever felt, Hime knew that he couldn't last much longer. Already he could feel a familiar tightness growing in his balls, slowly crawling up the base of his shaft and filling him with the need for release. The urge to let go, to take his satisfaction without a second though to his martial lover, was huge but Hime clenched his teeth and held back.
	Looking away from Seras' taut body in some futile hope of delaying the inevitable, Hime felt his eyes wandering back to Morgana. The sorceress had spread her legs fully, one of her long limbs thrown casually over the armrest of her chair, and her reddened slit was completely exposed. Her fingers moved swiftly, playing across her lips and toying with her clit in a skilful display of self-love. When she saw his gaze, Morgana pursed her lips – her red painted mouth – and blew the boy a kiss. Swallowing hard around the lump that had formed in his throat, Hime turned his gaze back to Seras.
	The knight's eyes had drifted shut, one hand squeezing the petite mound of one breast as she swayed back and forth on Hime's shaft. Her body was beautiful – bronzed to perfection and so tight with muscle that there wasn't a trace of loose or wasted flesh – and in that moment Hime was sure that he could spent hours feasting his eyes on every inch of her form. Countless lewd fantasies flooded into Hime's mind – tracing the contours of her abs with his tongue, taking her stiffened nipples into his mouth, her strong arms holding him against her body – and, too late to stop it, he felt his orgasm explode into life.
	His breath escaped him in a great shuddering gasp, the exhalation turning into an unconcealed moan as the first spasm of delightful pleasure gripped his body. He felt his prick stiffen up, achingly hard, seconds before a sudden release marked the first burst of seed rushing from him. Seras' eyes snapped open, her mouth forming a hard “Oh!” of surprise as she felt the boy's semen painting the folds of her sex. Later, Hime would laugh at the memory of her flustered expression but, for now, he was too far gone to think of anything but his own satisfaction.

	The climax seemed to last a long time, drawn out to exhausting lengths by the hungry clenching of Seras' body milking every last drop of seed from his manhood. Yet, when Hime started to wonder if it would ever fade, the pleasure that gripped his body began to dissipate. When he was finally able to think clearly, the first thing he heard was a long, satisfied sigh from his lover.
	“I do believe it's my turn now,” Morgana drawled, rising to her feet with a creak of upholstery. Hime felt his eyes growing wide, fear and incredulity warring within him as he realised that the sorceress had not, in fact, been joking. He looked back up to Seras, certain that the knight would not allow it. Yet, Seras' face was fixed in an expression of wicked curiosity that Hime had never seen before.
	“So soon, do you think?” Seras wondered, stroking Hime's cheek with an affectionate hand. Still with his wilting shaft trapped within her, she leaned down to kiss the boy on his lips.
	“Well, I suppose he'll just have to keep us amused until he is ready,” Morgana purred, placing a hand on Hime's shoulder.
	“I suppose he will,” Seras' lips parted in a predatory smile that seemed uncannily familiar – some things, it seemed, ran in the family.