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  "May we use the back sitting room, Dan?"

  He answered, his voice holding a slightly thick Printer accent.

  "That's fine, Master Tor... Countess Ward." He didn't stare at her, just bowing a bit, as if he really knew who she was on sight. That she didn't recognize him was a bit odd though. She bowed back, going deeper than she would have back home. Tor had said this was his shop, and it was a different world. Her being a Countess meant slightly less than shop owner did here, she was willing to bet.

  The man stood then, smiling hugely.

  Tor didn't wait, walking her down a fairly comfortable, but small, walkway. It led into a tiny room, about ten feet by ten, with a ceiling almost as high. The corners were all rounded however, leaving no sharp lines anywhere. Not even where the walls met the floor and ceiling. There were soft pillows all over though, some of them large enough to be used as chairs, or beds, and a low table in the middle of the space.

  Tor picked the largest one, which made her blink. On Earth, in polite circles, that would have been an invitation to sit next to him. If he hadn't wanted that, he would have picked one of the smaller, single person arrangements. She nearly took one of those anyway, not wanting to press him, but smiled and then looked him directly in the eye, still standing.

  "I... Well, I've been thinking about some things lately. I haven't been the friend that I should be to you. I know that it might be too late to make anything up to you, after the way I treated you, all those years ago. I could kneel and beg again, but would that help, truly? You can't help but hold me in a negative light, and no one in two, three now, worlds, could blame you for it. Still, I think we should fix that. Is that... Something you'd enjoy?" She winced a bit, at the words, since it was so clear that he really wouldn't.

  She readied herself for a tirade, or at least for him to politely excuse himself, but looking up at her a little bit, the very pretty man, his hair shorter than the last time she'd seen him, tilted his head to the side, thinking.

  "We're friends. I know that I haven't reached out to you as much as I should, but if you need me to, I will. That kind of thing is too important to just let go of. Anyway, I think you were dodging my question about the King?"

  "Oh! Not really. You know that one. Marvin and I are acting as infiltrators into the rebellion. Actually, I'm really here to see to getting some things for that. Some of your magical rivers too, for drought relief. I also need to get a fake Truth amulet from Timon, and see if Queen Tiera will part with one of her shield stripping wands. I hear they can be quite lethal? I'm supposed to sneak that into the palace, in order to try and kill the King. There's more to it, some poisons, and all that." She waited for him to make a face, or call her evil, but he didn’t, so she went on, explaining. "It's all part of a plan, of course. I need those things to show the rebels that I can do what I say. That's so I can get the last evidence we need to break the whole thing open. So, in a few weeks time, that ugly portion of my life might well be done."

  "Good. It's about time. I've been worried about Connie and Rich. Varley, too. Thank you for helping them like this. It must be very hard, pretending to hate them like that, in order to convince those others of things." If there was judgment in the words, she couldn't find it. He simply seemed to think it would be hard, that was all.

  She winked at him, trying to keep the whole friendliness thing going as long as she could.

  "Well, I can't say that it's all that hard. I barely know Constance, after all. Richard is nice enough, and really, he is a good King, isn't he? Kedrin would do no better on the throne, and I think he knows that. In the end I hope that he doesn't have to swing for this. Those others clearly put him up to this whole thing. Promising him wealth and power like they did. Never mentioning how hard it would be to actually deal with everything." She nodded, trying to convince herself of that too. It was fun to dream about power, but harder to manage it than it seemed like in your head. Being a Countess had shown her that.

  Tor snickered a bit, but sobered quickly enough.

  "I... Hope he lives, too. Really, you should get with Tiera and see if she'll let him move here, and go into exile? He's a bit of a fool, sometimes, but not a bad man really. That would be easier for Karina and Alphonse, too. They're pretty worried about the whole thing. They don’t want their uncle dead though."

  She nodded, then heaved a sigh, looking at him sitting there. He really was lovely. Perhaps the most glorious person she'd ever seen. Being taller should have made him seem different, but it had just added a bit more jaw line and sureness to his face. Before he'd looked almost like a pretty girl. Now he was more clearly a man. It really worked for him, she realized.

  "I don't suppose you could get me in to see the Queen? Being her brother and all? I'll..." She nearly implied that she'd be willing to trade sex for that, but shrugged slowly. The words caught in her throat, since it was too likely that saying that would ruin everything, wasn't it?

  "I... Tor, would you like to have sex?" It came out in a rush, but she didn't take it back. "I botched it all, the one time I tried with you, and made a huge mess of things. We should though, if you want? You can do anything to me, but... Please? Let’s put this all behind us now? I sit each day, fearing what I've done to you, and how you'll find some way to bring me down for my crimes. I deserve it, but... If you aren't going to? Even if you are, I beg you to keep this between us. No one else deserves to be punished for it."

  It was about to happen, she thought, since his face had gone hard, but after a few second he shook his head. There was a smile however, which was baffling. It wasn't mean, but she couldn't tell what it all meant, either.

  "Ali keeps telling me I need to work on things like this. Being open with people that ask for attention. So... I guess we can? What would you like to do? If we're doing this to make you happy, so that you'll feel secure, we should do what you want, don't you think?" There was, it was clear, a cold logic to it, in his mind.

  Maria could sense that. He didn't want to give offense, and even found her pretty enough, but it wasn't a thing he would have come up with for himself either, she was willing to hazard.

  So she needed to draw them closer together somehow. Maria knew that she'd only get the one shot, and that if she failed to hit the right things for him, he might well never do anything with her again.

  "Let's do everything? Here, can we find some oil? There's a bake shop out front, so..."

  They did have some, and Tor simply called out the door, which had a pot of it brought over.

  It was for cooking, but the liquid kind, which would work well enough. You could eat it, after all.

  She nearly froze then, but rallied after a moment. It was pretty clear that her new lover, Tor, was going to be decently passive about things. She jumped in a bit, the pot still in her hands, held carefully, the metal lid not fastened into place. Then she kissed him, full on the lips, her tongue seeking his a bit too eagerly. Thankfully he kissed her back. That got her to break off and set the oil down on the low table in the center of the small room.

  "Here, get your clothes off?" She reached for him to do the work herself, but didn't need to. Looking down she realized that he'd done it for both of them. That was more aggressive than she'd thought he’d be, which was nice to see.

  He was stiffening too, for all that he'd seemed a bit hesitant to do anything with her a few moments before. Men did that, most of the time, but she really hadn't been certain he could bring himself to. Not with her.

  The trick to doing as many things as possible was in going slowly, and taking breaks between activities, never letting the man have his full pleasure. If he was the type to release quickly it wouldn't work, of course, but there were ways to keep that from happening, if you were clever enough about it. Maria knew them all, she thought.

  Putting her hands on his slender chest, she pushed him back, her lips finding his again. She was gentle at first, afraid that he might change his mind, or become scared. That was due to his upbringing. Patricia had
explained all that to Maria, years before. How Tor had come from a very rural place where sex was vilified, and held to be only for a man and his wife. How a system like that was supposed to work no one had ever been able to explain to her. Really, it probably just couldn't.

  As if to demonstrate that fact, Torrance, country bred or not, kissed her back, his passion rising. To her surprise, he didn't let her lead the activities. Taking his right hand, she felt her hair being wrapped around his long fingers in the back. He pulled, if only just enough to get her to gasp lightly. It was unexpected, and at first she thought he was trying to pull her away.

  Except that he moved back in, smothering her mouth hungrily with his own.

  "Kneel down." The language was polite, but didn't match the slightly haughty look on his face. It wasn't what she associated with him, not being meek or panicky about it at all.

  Maria felt herself being moved, her head not released even for a moment, though there was no real force to it all either. It was a game then, rather than a plan to abuse her for her past crimes against him. Just some rough play to make things interesting for her?

  She smiled a bit, understanding things.

  That got him to raise an eyebrow at her.

  "I said, kneel. Open your mouth." He was stiff and hard in front of her. Large enough that taking him too deeply might be an effort, she could tell. Not so large as her husband, but enough that she had to focus on relaxing her jaw before her lips met the head of his manhood.

  His skin was so pale, compared to almost anyone she'd ever met before. Some of the people from Tellerand were like that, but no one from her land was. Even his own family tended to be a bit darker, if not much. It was exotic though. A portion of what made him so different and special.

  Before he could order her to lick or suck him, she started, taking the tip of him into her warm mouth, the velvety smoothness surprising her a bit. It wasn't that different than most men, but he was a little warmer, and a bit firmer, than she'd expected.

  Her effort went into pleasing him then, her hands on the base of him, her mouth hungrily seeking to take him deeper inside of herself.

  Speaking while she did it, he said just the right things to spur her on. Then, almost if by magic, he took her head in his large hands and started to move it, exactly when she wanted him to. It was manly, but not overdone. After a bit she understood it however. He was using his abilities to make certain she got what she wanted from the whole thing. She did enjoy assertive lovers, so he made sure he was, with her.

  It wasn't too shocking then when she found herself taken off of him, and picked up, bodily, then tossed lightly onto the large pillows behind them. He stared at her, and took the oil from the pot, not asking permission to do anything, like some men did. Really, as she'd suspected he would have. He simply oiled himself up, taking his time, and looking directly into her blue eyes, his brown locked with her. There was no speaking for a bit, but she understood what was coming.

  He surprised her again though.

  "On your back." It was a half growl, and he was breathing deeply, his passions seeming barely contained.

  She scrambled to do it, playing the game well, she thought, her face a bit scared. Not that Tor would harm her, she didn't think. He moved in and stuck his hand between her legs, a bit harshly, but the fingers that found her were gentle. When they got inside her, they found that she was already wet. Waiting for him. That didn't stop him from spending some time to make sure she was ready. Her hands found him again, one of them lowering, to massage the sack hanging underneath them. It was full, and slightly larger than most.

  Her fingers kept caressing him as he made her ready, and he moved in without warning, placing himself inside her smoothly, plunging in rapidly. She was ready, so there was no pain, but it was still a shock. He was in her. Filling her up, after all that time.

  The thrusts were frantic, and hard enough that they stole her breath. He kept that up for a while, his fingers stroking her face gently, at first. Then his mouth sought her nipples, one at a time. There was no biting, but she hardened under his ministrations, the dark tips puckering in excitement.

  Tor didn't ask her to roll over, just pulling out and flipping her, taking her long hair in his fingers again, forcing her head back.

  There was more oil then, and a pause, as if thinking. Reading her carefully, she was willing to bet. Learning what it was she really wanted. Or at least expected of him.

  It didn't surprise her when the oil covered fingers sought her rear hole. Not in the slightest. Anal sex was a primary way that humans used to show sexual dominance. It was why she'd done that with Baron Klepter. Tor had a right to use her that way, to her own mind. She expected him to be brutal about it, slamming himself in and taking her then. It would be an effort not to scream in pain, but he was kinder than that, even while still being assertive.

  He readied her, a warm finger finding her hole and stroking around the outer edge, carefully, only when she realized that she should relax did it slip inside of her. She reached between her own legs, stroking herself carefully, getting ready for him to take his pleasure with her.

  She looked back over her shoulder.

  "Do it. I deserve it. I'm Sor-"

  The move was quick, and forceful, but not painful. Just shocking in its abruptness. He was inside her in a fluid movement, making her breath catch. Then, as soon as he was part way inside of her, he stopped dead, and smacked her on the rump with his right hand. It made her sphincter tighten around him.

  "There are no debts between friends, Maria. I named you that long ago. Which doesn't mean I won't finish inside you, or use you like a common street walker. Now, thrust back! I'm not doing all the work here. This is your plan after all. If you want to be punished, do it yourself. Show me how sorry you really are."

  He didn't move, but his hands took her hips as she slowly got the idea. Tor really wasn't mad at her. He probably hadn't been for a long time. All of that had been her feelings about things, projected outward. Now, he was giving her a chance to let that go. To punish herself on him, if she needed to.

  She did.

  There were some things you didn't do. Things that everyone knew, from the time they left the nursery. You didn't accuse a person of crimes they didn't commit. You didn't make challenges you couldn't back up. And, most important of all, you didn't spurn anyone publically. Being a Doretta was considered worse than almost any other crime that could be committed by one human being against another, short of actual torture.

  Lowering her head, she nodded, then bit down, locking her teeth. She had a lot to pay for, didn't she?

  Trying not to grunt too much, since there were people beyond the walls and door to the small stone room, who were just trying to work and get their daily bread loaves, she started.

  The thrusting back was soft at first, as she grew used to him. She tried for more though, sooner than was comfortable. Pushing back, her ass feeling almost like it would split on him, as she forced herself to move faster and faster. She got louder, not able to help it.

  Tor didn't stop her either, but one hand left her hip in the back, even as she kept going. When it came back down there was a sharp smack against her right butt cheek.

  "Faster. It's like you aren't even trying." She was given a third swat, as she humbly tilted her head down and tried her best. It hurt, a bit, but she could feel the contrition of it, her left hand on her clitoris, working to keep things interesting enough for her that it wasn't only about pain.

  Maria knew she should have stopped herself from taking that bit of pleasure in this, but Tor didn't insist on it. He just let her direct the speed of things, his manly hands guiding her, and matching, but not forcing her to do anything she couldn't handle.

  Crying out she sped up again, looking up in time to see the door opening, then closing, a pair of black trousered legs standing there. At first she thought it might be the shop keeper. The baker, Danny. Her head craned upward as she kept moaning, knowing that just being
watched or even forced to service the man too, wasn't really beyond what could be asked of her. Countess or not.

  It was a woman though, and one she didn't really mind seeing her like that.

  Patricia. Her friend. Her love.

  She smiled, and then made sure she kept going, being spanked a few times by Tor, who noticed the other woman invading their time together as well. There was a look of shock on her face as she took the sight in, but then there was a shrug, and her clothing vanished. A moment later a mound of black pubic hair, the scent of clean girl filling the air, was under her as Trice slid into place.

  "Tor, hold her still so she can eat me? Keep fucking her ass, but do the work?" It was a question, a mere suggestion.

  He looked at Patricia skeptically, Maria saw, then nodded.

  "Fine. You heard her, get down there. I'm not taking it any easier on you. I'm about to release though, so..."

  That got a nod, from the dark curly head, as Trice pulled a pillow around for it.

  "Hurry then, Maria."

  She lowered her mouth, as the full sense in her ass kept moving. It wasn't comfortable, but she was turned on enough that it also didn't really hurt. The problem was that she needed both hands to keep herself upright, which would make it harder for her.

  She started anyway, as Tor held the pacing steady. That wouldn't last long, she could tell, so got to work, licking her friend carefully, parting her lower lips, which were dark and had a gentle musk to them. Taking her gently, she licked and sucked, nibbled and finally just moaned as her ass was used more harshly than she'd planned on for the day.

  To her surprise however, she felt the urge to release herself, growing upon her, just from the feeling of her behind being used. It came in waves, but just as she felt the warm spasm from Tor, she tightened, her body taking its pleasure from the actions, as if she'd been ministered to carefully the whole time. She couldn't manage to keep herself upright then, and sank, her mouth pressing hard into the woman under her. She managed to keep using her tongue though, even as she cried out, loudly.