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Subject: {ASSM} Kindred part 3: Remembrance II (viol, MF oral)
Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 07:10:05 -0400
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Remembrances II


I spent the night with Mialibao. Then I paid her very well. Then I paid her
employer a little more than he demanded, making it clear, through Paul, who
had finally reappeared, that the extra was for Mia's excellence. Then Paul
and I went looking for trade goods. Then we saw the prices that were being
offered for goods, and almost went looking for a bigger ship. With the
nearly five thousand florins that was my share of the cargo we'd brought, I
could have loaded my ship twice with cargo. Instead, I loaded up with silks,
porcelains and spices. And I still had three thousand florins in gold. I
decided Paul and I were going solo next trip. We'd discussed it, and I
offered him twenty percent if he'd work with me. When we got home and sold
the cargo, my partners had a hefty profit of fifteen thousand florins, plus
four thousand they stole from me when they sold me the "Chelae". Then Paul
and I reloaded, and made our way back to Nasai.


This trip, Paul began to teach me the language. I was very surprised to find
I was a quick study. Paul didn't seem to be. "You've got a sharp mind, boy.
I saw how you watched those old merchies in Nasai. And I apologize for
letting them try to cheat ya. But yer sharp. In a trip or two, you'll be
speaking their tongue near as good as me," he said with a chuckle.


He did teach me a lot on the way over. And we found that our first trip had
whetted the appetite of the merchants for more of our goods. Our profits
quadrupled. And I went to find Mialibao. When I entered the Narwhal, I saw
her with another sailor. A thin, mean looking individual with a scar blinded
eye, and a temper. Mia was shaking her head at the sailor, refusing
something. I was surprised. She was, after all, a whore. He looked to be a
paying customer. Then I looked around and saw the innkeeper. He looked
miserable, like he knew this would end badly, and he couldn't stop it.


A slap across flesh spun me back to Mia and the sailor. She was holding her
cheek and sobbing, and I could see blood flowing from under hand. Then I
watched as the sailor slid a dirk from his belt. I was too far to hear what
he was saying to Mialibao, and doubted I would understand the words anyway.
"Dalon says he's going to cut the baby from her womb and feed it to his crew
for supper." A soft voice spoke from behind me. I spun to see who spoke. It
was a woman, probably ten years my senior, but of nearly ethereal beauty.
Her eyes were iridescent green, her hair the red of flame. The skirt she
wore was soft black leather, her blouse was white silk. And she wore no
undergarment under that blouse. "The way you were you watching, I knew you
wanted to know what was being said. You care about the girl. This I can also
tell. If I prevent Dalon from acting, you will sup with me, and tell me of
yourself, and why you care for a little whore. Yes?"


I looked at her. Her face was sprinkled liberally with freckles, making it
look even younger than my own. Her eyes twinkled with mirth, but they were
also serious as she awaited my response. I finally nodded agreement. With a
wave of her hand, two shadows rose from behind her and moved into the light.
They were obviously bodyguards. They were just as obviously female. And from
the Islands. They moved to where Mia and the man Dalon argued. As they
arrived Dalon began his strike. The dirk drove towards Mia's belly. It would
have driven deep into flesh if she had still stood where she was, but the
first bodyguard had pulled her to the side when the thrust began. Dalon
looked at her in a rage, but then seemed to recognize her and paled. He was
looking frantically about the room and finally saw the red headed woman. She
had stepped up next to me and placed her arm around my waist when he saw
her. Dalon looked like he was going to beg for something when the second
bodyguard appeared behind him.


Casually, she looped a cord around his throat and tightened it until he
noticed it. Then the girl looked to her mistress. I looked at the redheaded
woman out of the corner of my eye as well, and saw her nod in satisfaction.
Panic widened Dalon's eyes, and he made to stand. But the girl tightened the
garrote easily and held steady, strangling him with casual efficiency. When
he lay limp against the cord, his face purpling, she flipped it loose with a
snap and tucked it into her belt pouch. She again looked at her mistress,
her look curious. At another nod, I saw the girl adjust a heavy signet ring
on her hand. Then drive her fist into the dead man's forehead. "Now, when
they collect the body, they'll know I ordered this. And if they aren't
stupid, they'll heed the warning." With a motion of her hand, the other
bodyguard brought the sobbing Mialibao to her Mistress.


The red-haired woman sat back at her table, and when Mia knelt before her
she gently removed Mia's hand from her cheek. There were three gashes along
the skin, two of which still bled. The redhead woman nodded, and then turned
to me. "Take this ointment, and take your little whore to her room. Apply it
gently to the cuts. It will sting at first, but it has an analgesic
property, so that won't last but for a moment. After that, you can enjoy one
another's "companionship". However, I expect to see you in the dining area
within three hours." I looked at her for a moment, confused. "You did agree
to sup with me, and tell me why you care about this whore. Remember?"


As we were speaking, Mia had looked up to see what was going on. That was
when I realized the woman was speaking fjordic. Mia had no idea of what we
had been discussing. "How did you know I spoke this language?" I demanded.
Then remembering to be courteous, I also added, "Yes, I remember, and will
attend you."


"Good. And as for knowing the language you speak, I always learn who the
players are in the game of commerce. You are new, but you will be a major
factor in the game soon. Adieu, Master Erlic, son of Gustaf." And she made
her way from the tavern.


When she left, Mia looked up and recognized me. She crawled to me and took
my hand, kissing the back of it and then holding it to her uninjured cheek.
I didn't understand her subservience, and so chose to ignore it for now. I
helped her to stand, and then led her to the doorway I remembered from
months before. When we entered, she approached me tentatively. She was about
to unbutton my shirt when I shook my head with a smile, and drew her down to
the floor. I didn't really like having her kneeling before me, it made me
uncomfortable, but it was easier for what I needed to do. When she knelt, I
opened the vial of ointment. Taking some on my fingertip, I gently wiped it
down the first of the cuts on her cheek. She flinched at my touch at first,
and then relaxed at my gentle caress. I quickly finished with the other two
and she laid her head against my thigh. I was brushing her hair back when I
noticed the cuts. They were shrinking and closing under my gaze, the one
that had stopped bleeding was nearly a tiny scar already.


Her head in my lap suddenly reminded me of why I'd come seeking her in the
first place, and I had her stand. I undressed her slowly, admiring her naked
form with pleasure. And when I looked at her belly I remembered what the man
Dalon had threatened her with. Yes, there was a slight swelling there, and I
caressed it with a smile. She took my hand in hers and held it against the
taughtness there, looking down at the life growing there. "I'm only sorry it
's not yours, m'Lord."


I smiled and nodded and then my mouth fell open with a popping of my jaw. I'
d understood every word she'd said! I swallowed twice to get some saliva.
"Yes, I'm sorry it isn't mine, too. But mayhap the next one."


With a squeak of terror, she pushed my hand away and looked up at me in
shock. "You knew what I said! You didn't understand before! I Know this. How
do you speak isler now?"


"We will speak of this later, Mialibao. For now, I wish to share pleasure
with you. And then I must meet." and I trailed off. I had to meet whom? I
didn't even know the red-haired woman's name.


But Mia knew whom I meant. "You meet with Mistress Nalita? Be careful, she
is very dangerous. But she is also unpredictable. Use caution."


And then she decided it was time to renew our companionship and stripped me
quickly. And showed me a new way of pleasure. She again squatted above my
face and waited for me to begin my caresses. But this time, she lay down
along my torso and kissed my belly. And then kissed the tip of my cock. I
jumped slightly at that, but continued my enjoyment of her nether regions.
And then she took the tip of my cock into her mouth and began to stroke the
shaft. I almost bit the little button I'd just begun to suck on. I think she
could sense my shock, cause I thought I heard her chuckle. Then she took
more of my staff into her mouth and began to suck avidly.


After some time in this position, I knew I was close, and wanted to take Mia
with me. I lapped hard at her slit and rubbed her nub with my thumb. Then a
thought occurred to me. I slid my forefinger into her wet opening several
times and she moaned softly. And then timing it carefully, just before I was
going to explode under her oral caresses, I slid my forefinger into her
bottom. She sucked hard on my shaft in surprise and then started to buck her
crotch against my face. As her orgasm swept through her, I poured out the
first of my come. She swallowed it eagerly, sucking hungrily on the staff
even as she furiously rubbed her sex against me.


At last, we relaxed. Sort of. We actually moved to the tub, again filled
with hot water. I washed the remaining ointment from her face, and found
only the faintest of scars where the cuts had been. Then I sat in the tub,
and she sat on my lap. Actually, she sat on my erection, and bounced up and
down on it as I rubbed her button and caressed her breasts. She squealed in
pleasure when she came, and I marveled as her body milked my shaft with her
vaginal walls. We sat that way for another fifteen minutes, cuddled
together, and then she bathed me again and tried to make me presentable for
my meeting with Mistress Nalita.

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