CROSSROADS

by Mack the Knife

The merchants had erected their tents and set out their goods for display. It was the first Monday after a new month. As always, the merchants were there for the trading day. Colorful banners fluttered from poles and from the central pole at the middle of the rounded tents. The smell of cooking mutton and pork could be smelled for half a mile away. The soldiery of the Jendan Light Foot looked forward to this day all month. They would save what money they could from the meager allowance that the commander graced them with, and whatever they could earn selling scavenge from the battlefields and countryside. This month was no exception.

Gavin was grabbing his pack and preparing to leave camp when his newest squadmate pidgeonholed him. “Gavin,” she said, running up and panting with exertion. “The sergeant asked me to join you. He said you could show me around the Crossroad trade day.”

Corporal Gavin sighed inwardly. Nanilee was a good kid, and kind of cute, in a mousy sort of way. He hated to be saddled with a greenpaw, though, on a day like today, but the duties of a corporal were never done, he supposed. “Sure, kiddo,” he said, putting on his best smile. Nanilee’s big blue eyes lit up with excitement and she ran for her tent and grabbed her little pack, still black with its stark newness compared to the dull gray his had faded into over the last four years.

Gavin gave her another smile as they started walking toward the Crossroads. “Now, listen, Nanilee,” he said. “We’re not on duty, so you’re just a friend now, no corporal, no sir, no nothing like that. My name is Gavin and your name is Nani, got it?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “Sure Gavin,” she said and smiled. He realized she really did have a charming smile and very straight teeth. He found himself looking downward and examining her build. She had a little fat on her, but not much, and was definitely quickly losing what she did have. He imagined she had lost thirty pounds since she had joined the Light Foot. She refused to cut her hair, like many women in the army did. She bound it back severely, though, and tied it tight, so that it could not be used against her in a fight.

He had already fought alongside the little woman, and she was a good warrior, he found out quickly. She was fast, and accurate with her spear. And she was brave, almost foolhardy, he thought, sometimes. He let her get a couple of steps ahead of him and admired the view from back there. Her hardcloth skirt was short on her, and showed almost her entire thigh as she walked, and those thighs had gone from nice when he had met her four months ago to very sexy now, slim and well-muscled. As the company’s name implied, the Jendan Light Foot was infantry, and they walked everywhere.

Nanilee glanced back over her shoulder. “You okay, Gavin?” she asked, starting to turn.

He picked up his pace. “Yeah, just lost in thought there a moment,” he said and soon caught up with her.

They walked in silence. It was over an hour’s walk to the Crossroads, and they were in no rush. Finally he broke the silence. “Nani, do you have a lover back home?” he asked.

She blinked a couple of times then smiled nervously. “No, Gavin. I don’t.” She paused for a few steps, her face flushing a little. “I’ve never had a lover anywhere,” she finally admitted.

It was his turn to blink, then he regained his composure. “Is there a reason?” he asked trying to sound conversational.

Another few steps passed as she thought about that question. “No, I suppose there isn’t,” she said. There was a short pause as they walked along. “What sort of reason could I have to not have a lover?” she asked, her face looking a bit confused.

“I couldn’t guess,” he said. “Perhaps waiting for a specific person. Or maybe you simply do not wish to have a lover of any kind.” His mind cast about, then he said. “Else, you are afraid.”

She gave him an odd look. “All valid, I suppose,” she said, grinning. “But if I must choose among them, I would choose the last.”

“You fear taking a lover?” he asked, confirming which choice she had made.

She nodded and flicked her eyes toward him then back to the road.

“Why?” asked Gavin, his voice sounding a bit shriller than he intended.

She stopped walking, and Gavin stopped as well. “I fear it, because, if I take a lover, then tomorrow, they may not be with me any longer,” she said. Her face had a slightly haunted look and a worried one, at the same time. “I would not give my heart to a man, then have it run through by a barbarian’s sword.”

He nodded slowly. “I feared that, for you,” he said. He took her arm and started her to walking again. “Listen, Nanileee, I will only bother you with this lecture once, as if you do not like it, you won’t listen anyway.” He took on a tone very like the corporal-voice he used in training drill. “If you go through this mess alone, and take no pleasure, nor give any to anyone else, you will not live long, even if you fight well.” He looked at her. “You will die inside, then you will die on the field.”

He stopped talking a moment, as two other soldiers, more in a rush than they, walked by and overtook them, headed to the market as well. “I know giving your heart away is frightening, but if you don’t then you won’t have the support of having someone else’s heart with you.” He looked at her hard. “Has no one made themselves known to you as interested?” asked Gavin.

“A few have,” she said. “One of them Sara, my tentmate.” Her smile was nervous. “I don’t know that I can lie with a woman.”

Gavin nodded. “It is a taste not all share,” he said, sounding almost like a wise old sage.

“Do you not like the men who have made their availability known?” He started questioning her again.

A large smile broke on Nanilee’s face. “Well, yes, there are three that I find very attractive,” she said, her eyes sparkling as she thought.

He stopped again and looked into her eyes. “Then, choose one and get to know him better,” he said. “Give him a chance to comfort you, and give him comfort, which I promise you, he needs at least as much as you do, Nanilee Lioness.” He grinned at her.

That nickname had stuck from the second battle she had been involved in. Her little squad had refused to falter in the face of wave after wave of barbarians smashing upon their ranks. When asked how they managed to hold their wits about them, all said Nanilee had browbeat them with words of courage as their wills faltered. She had inspired them to hold the line, and in the process saved many lives in the Light Foot. The general had even spoken of decorating her for it, though that process took time. As her instructor and platoon leader, Gavin took pride in her achievement, almost paternal pride, but pride nonetheless.

She looked at him for a long moment. “Are you certain I should do that?” she asked.

“Yes,” He said with a nod, “you should as soon as you can bring yours...”

His lips were suddenly crushed by the force of her kiss. Her arms were locked about his chest and her body was pressed to his. He felt his balance shift as her little pack hit the back of his knee from her outstretched arms. Both of them tumbled off the road and into the tall grass beside it. She never broke the kiss as they rolled on the ground a few feet, coming to rest with her atop him. He let her kiss him, he definitely thought she was cute, so was not in the least taken aback by her affections, if not the ferocity of them.

Gavin started to return her kiss, letting his tongue tickle her lips then, as she parted them, the insides of her mouth. He put his arms around her now, holding her body to him and loving the weight of her atop his chest and belly and, especially, his pelvis. He could feel her squirming now, slightly, and she moaned a little. He let the kiss break and looked up at her as she pushed up from him a few inches. “Sorry, Gavin,” she said. “I hope I did not read you wrongly.” Her cheeks were bright red, which contrasted beautifully with her fair complexion and nearly white hair.

He stroked her neck and cheek. “You did not,” he said, quietly, then pulled her back down for another, longer, and more stately kiss.

When they finally parted lips this time, she was panting and she looked down nervously at his waist. “I feel your hardness, Gavin. Does that mean you want to be with me - in the same way?” She blushed almost crimson this time, appalled that she had said something so brazen.

He lifted his lips to her delicately-shaped ear. “Yes,” he said in a low whisper, “it means exactly that.”

Her eyes widened, and the grin she had been wearing did as well. “I wish it too,” she said, her whole body radiating happiness for the moment.

She stood up, giving him a magnificent view up her dress as she did so. She was wearing a loincloth under her skirt, but it was in a bit of disarray after their rather violent tumble and he could see her entire rump to one side of the thin strip of cloth, and half of her pubic mound, as well. She held out a hand and helped him to his feet. The both dusted the leaves and grass from their uniforms just as a small knot of other soldiers trooped past, including Corporal Stavens. The corporals regarded each other, and Stavens looked at Nanilee for a moment, and grinned at Gavin.

“I hope you didn’t intend us to be secretive,” he said quietly as the other soldiers passed out of earshot.

Grinning widely and still seeming to be quite pleased with herself. Nanilee kissed him again, and there was no hesitation in it, she stopped and regarded him. “I don’t care if the general knows,” she said.

“Good,” said Gavin, “because by nightfall, he probably will, if Stavens has anything to say about it. Anyway, we should be moving for the Crossroads.”

She nodded agreement, but now they walked hand in hand as they marched in lockstep for the market.

“I have to tell you something, Nani,” said Gavin after another silence, “before this goes any further.”

She looked worried a bit when she looked over at him. “What is it?” He felt her hand tighten on his.

“I have another lover, as well,” he admitted.

Her eyes dropped, and her expression grew somewhat somber. “Who?” she asked. “A villager, or soldier?”

He wished he was not bearing such a heavy burden in this. “His name is Jerek, and he’s a soldier, too,” said Gavin.

She paused and blinked for a long moment. “A man?” she asked him. “If you love men, why did you kiss me?”

Laughing nervously, he looked at the younger soldier. “Did you think only women took partners of their own sex to the bed?” he asked. “Yet some of them like both.”

She nodded. Tales abounded of women who bedded men and women with equal vigor. As she thought about it a while it made sense that there would be men of like minds. “I suppose it is not so hard to understand,” she finally admitted.

Gavin smiled and turned toward her. “So, do you still wish to be with me?” he asked.

She walked a few more paces then nodded. “I do,” she said. “But I don’t know Jerek, what if he and I do not get along well?”

Gavin chuckled. “I doubt that will be the case, but if so, I guess we can always meet separately,” he responded.

This satisfied her for the moment, and they continued across the countryside. It was late spring and it was hard for them to imagine a war, with all the blooming plants and the bright sun warming the cool morning. The short swords on their hips belied that little illusion, and the constant flow of other soldiers overtaking the casually walking couple, did as well.

Nanilee kissed him again as the Crossroads came into view ahead, over a dozen tents and at least as many wagons were laid out at the old intersection of two highways. There were over a hundred soldiers already present, and twice that number in villagers. This was primarily why soldiers came to the first Moonday market gathering, to hobnob with various villagers, visit with old friends, and meet new ones, especially new and adventurous ones.

A good portion of the soldiers present were from the Light Foot. Gavin nodded politely to the ones he recognized, and noted their smiles when they saw Nani’s hand in his. He had never been seen with a woman from the company before, and many thought him homosexual. He smirked, thinking they were half right.

Nonilee managed to sell some silver candlesticks that she had ransacked from a Tilnon officer’s tent and she bought both of them finely honed daggers of dwarven manufacture. Gavin smiled warmly at her as she bought a third, matching dagger, and told him they would give it to Jerek. “My fee for renting you from him, I suppose,” she said, grinning. Then it struck her, she had never heard the name before. “He’’s not with the Light Foot, is he?”

“He’s cavalry,” he replied. His eyes took on a faraway look. “He was unhorsed in a skirmish with some bandits and he and I fought side by side for almost an hour before reinforcements arrived.” Taking Nanilee’s hand, he guided them through more tents and booths. “That night, we feasted together to celebrate our camaraderie, and, we got very close. Very close indeed.” He grinned at her lopsidedly.

“Nice story,” said Nani, smiling. ““Do you have such tales to tell him of me?”

“Of course,” he replied. “Like when you stood up to that huge brute of a barbarian. It was like something out of legend.”

She was giggling as he gesticulated wildly, wielding an invisible spear and capering about, imitating her maneuvering to avoid being smashed flat by the barbarian she quite vividly remembered as terrifying.

“Then you stuck him right in the jewels!” he yelled, drawing the eye of over a dozen nearby soldiers and villagers, he mimed thrusting for some unseen foe’s groin. “That was bloody classic.” He chuckled as she was crying with laughter at his antics. “I’ve never heard one of those gravel-voiced bastards hit a note that high before that day.”

He stopped playing around and hugged her again. “So, yes, I have told him tales of your deeds,” he said quietly into the cup of her ear. “I’ve already mentioned you a few times, as one of the bravest in my company now.”

She snickered at him. “That’s why I am still a maiden, then, sheer bravery,” she scoffed.

He looked at her and tilted his head. “In a way, I would say yes,” he responded. “You have managed for several months without needing comfort in a situation that breaks people who are receiving it regularly. That’s pretty impressive in my mind.” A look of alarm overtook his features. “I just thought about how unbearably reckless you may become if you take a partner,” he said.

She grunted and laughed at the same moment. “I will not!” she said, smiling broadly. He jumped away from her as she aimed a soft punch at his arm, causing her to nearly strike another soldier who laughed and jumped back himself. Antics such as this were common among the soldiery when they were off duty, and no one noticed it much, so long as everyone was left standing when the fun was over.

The pair made their rounds together, visiting his favorite vendors whether or not they were planning to buy anything. They ate a hearty meal prepared by a very peculiar orcish chef, and generally ogled the goods and people about them. Gavin caught her looking at a village girl, about a year younger than herself, and it was not a look of mere casualness. “Are you certain you do not like girls?” he asked quietly as he held both her shoulders and pressed to her back.

She blushed a deep crimson, once again. “Well, I do find some attractive, but I don’t think I could make love to one.” They both craned their necks, watching the nubile villager walk sultrily through the crowd, to the delight of many other soldiers as well.

He kissed her neck. “Okay, Nani,” he whispered into her ear, then kissed it. She quivered as a jolt went from her ear to her spine, then down her body.

“Stop that!” she whispered hoarsely. “Else, I’ll have at you right here.”

“As if I’d mind,” he said. She turned on him and kissed him, throwing her strong arms around his neck and forcing him back into a wagon’s sideboards. He gasped for air as she broke the kiss and started kissing and dragging her small tongue over his neck and upper shoulders. Her hands had left his neck and were prowling down his back like a pair of lionesses. Soon they had found quarry, and were pulling down his trouser bottoms, then she grabbed his bare bottom as she revealed it to the wooden panels of the wagon.

A look of worry crossed Gavin’s normally stolid face. “I though you wouldn’t mind?” she asked, grinning. “I will take you right here and now, if you don’t take it back.” He looked down and saw the same expression in her blue eyes that he saw when she faced down the big barbarian warrior. He had no doubt at all she would do it, with the entire Crossroads Market watching. Several people were already peering at them curiously as she squeezed his rump and wriggled against his chest and groin.

He swallowed visibly and his adam’s apple bobbed. “Okay,” he said, “I yield.” She let his hem drop back into place and kissed his lips gently again.

“Remember, I fear nothing except being heartbroken,” she said as his breathing returned to normal. She looked down at his tented forward trousers and bit her lip. “Well, and THAT, a little.” The few onlookers turned back to their business, figuring the show was over.

Gavin’s face broke into a smile. “You will make a great warrior, if you don’t get yourself killed,” he said. “And an even better lover,” he added more quietly.

Turning back to a stall selling jewelry and small items of precious metals, Nanilee said, “I hope I do, on both counts. I wish to not disappoint you in either capacity.” Her look was serious as he walked up beside her and watched her examining a small bracer of copper and silver trim. The merchant, a small man with bulging eyes wandered over and looked at her selection.

“Your companion has a fine eye, corporal,” he said, his smooth delivery told Gavin that this was a standard line. “That bracer was recovered from a barbarian encampment, and is said to be a symbol of erotic power in its patterning.” He pointed at the interwoven shapes, that resembled snakes, though they had no eyes when one finally traced them to their heads. Nanilee smiled and put the bracer on her wrist. “Only three silver crowns,” the merchant said.

“I’ll give you two,” responded Gavin as he held up two silver coins.

The merchant’s eyes narrowed a little then he nodded. “Done, soldier, but only because it is very attractive on that comely lass’ arm,” he smiled at Nanilee, “and because her being possessed of lust is something the world could only be improved by,” he added boldly, making both soldiers laugh as they regarded the small, rather bookish-looking man.

“I agree,” said Gavin, and paid the man.

Nanilee held up her new bangle and pressed it firmly to her wrist, deforming the soft metal just enough to ensure it could not fall off accidentally. As the two walked away from that stall, she said, “You know those are male organs interwoven on my arm?” Her smile was very shrewd-looking.

Nodding as they walked, he said, “I saw that, I wondered if you did.”

She giggled and put her arm around his waist, and she held the hand of his arm that he put over her shoulder. It was past noon now, and the day was quite warm. “Are you ready to return to camp?” asked Nanilee, looking at him.

Gavin looked about then said, “Sure.”

“Good, because I need to get you alone somewhere, and I know you have your own billet in the barracks,” she replied, curling her lips in an eager smile.

They managed to walk back, despite the heat, in a much shorter time than it took them to make their first trip. As soon as they stepped foot onto the garrison proper, they dropped each other’s arms and walked side-by-side again. Though not against any rules, fraternization was something kept off post or in private. While among the public in the camp, people were expected to act professional, and both of these young soldiers were very good at their roles.

Sergeant Deven caught them as they crossed the parade square. “I see you two are back,” he said, granting the two younger soldiers a patient smile. “I hope you found the market to your profit,” he said to Nanilee.

“Indeed, I did sir,” she said, grinning and blushing in equal measure.

The sergeant looked at Gavin. “I also hope that sending Private Nanilee with you was not too much of an imposition.” His rather knowing expression told Gavin that returning soldiers had already spread the tale.

“Of course I did not, sir, she is fine company for such a outing,” he said.

“Very good, very good.” The sergeant chuckled. “Carry on, then, soldiers, and enjoy your evening,” he said.

The two gave brief salutes and he wandered off toward the gate guard’s post. Sergeant Deven was a great man, and he usually went to the guard post to relieve the boredom of such a position, and to give the men a short break to go eat and sit down a few minutes.

Nanilee went by her tent to stow her pack, and saw her tentmate, Sara, standing with a couple of other young women, and they smiled at her and one gave her a thumbs up. Did everyone know? she wondered, then thought: Of course they do.

Then it struck her. They knew because they talked about her, and in her case the talk was good, and they wanted to pass on good news. They were happy for her. That made her heart swell with joy, knowing that everyone, or nearly so, was concerned for her happiness. She looked around at the furtive looks and little smiles as various soldiery glanced her way, and realized she was not alone among strangers. She had simply joined a family of several hundred people.

Gavin looked at her oddly as she walked up to him, still smiling, and tears welling in her eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his expression instantly worried.

Her face broke into a huge smile. “Yes,” she said and grabbed his shoulder, aiming him for the non-commissioned officers’ billets. “Now, to your room, we’ve business to tend to.”

He smiled like an idiot the whole way, with her still prodding him along verbally as he tried to turn to speak to her.

They finally entered his private room and she pinned him to the door as soon as they both entered it. He gasped as she fed him her tongue and groped his neck and shoulders with a fury.

Having gotten that initial burst of energy out of herself, she stepped back, to let him actually walk into the room fully, and close the door. “Do you think the sergeant did that on purpose?” she asked. “Sending us together to the market?”

“He may have,” said Gavin, nodding. “But he will never tell us if he did.” Setting down his pack he turned around to see her unlacing the leggings of her boots. “Wow, you don’t waste time,” he noted with an appreciative expression.

A look of mock impatience crossed her pretty face, causing her blue eyes to gleam. “But you are, corporal,” she said, seeing he was still fully clothed. “Now stop malingering.”

Chuckling to himself he started untying his own boots’ leggings. “Yes ma’am, private, ma’am,” he said, grinning.

She smiled brightly as she stood back up, sliding her boots off her shapely calves. Reaching to the hem of her dress, she lifted it over her head in one smooth, practiced motion, the heavy cloth accordioning in her hands. He watched as she revealed herself to him for the first time. She had a very nicely-shaped body, curved in the hips, narrow at the middle and strong shouldered. He also noted pronounced ridges on her tight belly, to either side of her middle, and then his eyes drifted up to her small, but very well-shaped breasts. Round, pink nipples topped each peak, marked with a small knob at the center. She still wore her loincloth, tied with a piece of thin leather cord. Somehow, it made her look more naked than if she wore nothing at all. The sides of the cord rode high on her hips, and the cloth was suspended between the front and the back, covering her groin and its ends extending down several inches over the front and rear.

“I leave the last unwrapping for you,” she said and watched as he removed his own tunic. He had numerous small and middling scars on his chest and stomach, and very tight, compact muscles. She admired them as he flexed the tunic over his head and dropped it on the floor. Then he unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall to the floor.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I don’t wear undergarments.” Her eyes traveled down his stomach and over a patch of unruly hairs to his half erect cockstem, arching out from him. She inhaled deeply at the first sight she had of a naked male that was not either related to her or before she was of age.

Nanilee took a step toward him, and looked back at his handsome face. “Don’t apologize,” she said. “I don’t mind.” She took another step, bringing herself right before him. He could see a bit of nervousness in her eyes, and her breathing was definitely faster than normal. He wondered if her heart was racing as fast as his own. “I don’t know where to begin,” she said.

He reached one hand out to her, and touched her soft, smooth shoulder. She looked down at the hand and smiled as he started moving it down her slim upper arm. She imitated his motion, moving her own hand up to his thickly corded shoulder but moved it down his chest, to his tight muscles there. They began to caress each other’s arms, and chests, and she sighed as he cupped one breast in his large hand. The nipple, already stiff , hardened like a small pebble under his fingertips and she moaned out when he squeezed it between two fingers.

Her own hands were exploring his chest and stomach, not yet confident enough to venture elsewhere. She moved them up to his neck and pulled him forward and they kissed. As their tongues slipped back and forth, her hands went down his back and his onto hers. They explored each others shoulders and spines, and felt ribs. She moaned as he gripped her rump in both hands, cupping each orb in a large strong hand. His fingers slipped under her loincloth and she felt the tips reaching into the crevasse between them.

Her own hands crept around his waist and gripped his butt, as well, though she could not simply cover a whole cheek with but one hand. She roamed freely, though, ensuring his entire backside was explored. She even copied his motion and pressed her fingers into his crack, feeling the little tight ring of his rectum.

Untying the cord holding up her loincloth, Gavin let it fall to the floor. He looked down, between their bodies, and saw that she, too, shaved herself, like many women in the company. Then he peered closer. No, she did not. She was a platinum blonde, he realized, and those hairs were as well, they were so fine, wispy, and the patch so thin, it simply seemed she had none at first glance.

She took the opportunity of their bodies separating to reach back around and finally touch his swollen cockstem. She was eager to learn it and its manner of use.

Gavin gasped deeply as her slim fingers enwrapped his pole and she looked at him. “Is there anything special I should do?” she asked.

He groaned as her grip tightened with his shaken head. “You do what - what ever you want.” He said, trying to speak as she began to stroke it.

The organ she held in her hands, she knew, was not a overly large one, she had heard much talk in the women’s baths about male organs, and this one was only at the upper range of average. But its size and thickness still frightened her a little. “I wish to look closely at this thing that is the source of so much gossip in the showers,” she said.

She got down on her knees, and looked at it up close. He could even feel her short breath on the shaft as she examined its ridges with her fingertips and eyes, and the flexible foreskin that covered its fleshy helmet. “You can push that back,” he said.

She did so and then looked at the exposed glans. “Are they all nearly purple?” she asked, looking up at Gavin.

The corporal smiled. “Only when someone I want to make love to is caressing it,” he responded. “I would imagine most men are likewise.”

Her delicate fingers explored around and down, and she took his testicles into her palm, as if weighing them. “They’re larger than I would have thought,” she said, grinning. “Also, the skin is so soft and cool, I would have thought them hot.”

“That is a mystery to me, as well,” said Gavin, shrugging.

Her eyes sparkled as she kept examining all his organ and the area around it. “The skin of your cockstem is soft, too, even though over something very hard.” She gripped it again, tightly this time, and watched the veins on the surface bulge. “Does that hurt?” she asked, her blue eyes angling upward.

He moaned and his mouth fell open a little. He managed to pry his eyes open and said, “Um - no.” After a bit of a pause. “Quite the opposite,” he added when she finally loosed the tight grip. There was a bit of fluid on the tip now, and she watched a little pearly bead slide down the head and onto the underside of it.

“What is that?” she asked. “Surely you did not just spend.” Her focus was intense as she looked at the droplet closely.

He thought a moment. “It is sort of like spend, but comes before the real climax,” he said. “It helps with lubrication.”

She touched her finger to the fluid and felt it. “It is slick, isn’t it?” she asked, grinning as she rubbed two fingers together with the fluid between them.

Nanilee sat back on her heels and looked up at him, releasing his cockstem and balls. “Teach me how to please you with my mouth,” she said, bluntly.

He stammered a bit. “Jus - Just like that?” he asked. His knees were already somewhat unsteady with her close examination, and that had been without any directed effort to actually stimulate him.

“Well, yes,” she said. “I hear the other women talk about it and say its rather fun, and makes men very happy when they do it.” Her eyes drifted to the cock before her. “I would like to know how to do it right, and who better to teach me than a man?”

He looked down at her eager, pretty face, and the long platinum blonde hair bound up behind her head. “Take down your hair,” he said. “Up like that is for fighting.”

She looked at him oddly, but complied, removing the ivory spike from the tight bun and letting it unroll and untwist. As it came loose, he realized he had never seen her with it down.

It cascaded down her neck, then over her shoulders, like white water pouring forth from a mountain during spring thaws. Down her back it flowed, nearly to the level of her rump. The hair was magnificent, he realized, the minutely thin strands were numerous beyond imagining and formed a nearly solid cloak about her back and shoulders of stark whiteness. He brushed the strands of it from her face, it was soft, too, and made silk feel coarse, in his mind. “Is that better?” she asked.

He did not reply for a long moment, then said, “By the gods, you’re more beautiful than anyone knows.” He gazed down at her nearly cloak-like hair as she looked up at him. “No wonder to me that some of the women have approached you, they’ve seen you with your hair down.”

She blushed and averted her eyes. “Is it really that special?” she said, a tiny smile on her lips.

“In truth, it is!” exclaimed Gavin. “I’ve never seen its like.” He knelt before her and stroked her long tresses, the strands slid over his fingers and he felt he was holding water or even touching air.

She turned and kissed him as he ran his fingers through her pale hair. Nanilee had rarely let her hair down before anyone other than family and the few women of the company. Stunning was the reaction it had upon this man, and she decided she would wear it down more often in the future. A smile crossed her face as she broke off the kiss and parted lips with him. “We’re off the main subject,” she protested. “I was to learn how to please you with my mouth, remember?”

Gavin nodded slowly, still mesmerized by her cape of hair. She looked at him sternly. “Stand back up, or sit upon the bed,” she said, her voice tinged with a touch of impatience, but mostly with humor.

Fumbling for the edge of the bed frame, he stood up and then sat upon the edge, with his legs facing the room. She shifted around and looked up at him, then down at his cockstem poking up from his lap. “What do I do first?” she asked, her eyes eager with anticipation.

“Um.” He said, trying to think and blinked a few times to stop focusing on her hair. “You take the shaft at the root in your hand,” he said, finally. She gripped him again, as she had earlier, but at the very base, her fingers entwining his pubic hairs and around his thick root.

“Then?” she prompted, grinning at his inability to focus.

He looked down at her big blue eyes, and finally got his wits about him. “Lick the head and around the ridge at the bottom of the head. She eyed his organ a moment, memorizing its layout, then bent forward. He gasped as she ran her small tongue over the soft, pliant flesh of his swollen helmet, then around the base, especially on the little pinch of skin on the underside. She saw another of the little pearly droplets slide out of the slit in the tip. “What do I do about that?” she said, looking at the drop of precome.

“That would be your decision to make,” he said. “Either lick it or use your other hand or the thumb of that hand to wipe it away.” He was having a little difficulty speaking, and his voice sounded a little slurred.

She looked at him. “You’re the instructor, which would you prefer?” she said, teasing him now, she was pretty certain she knew.

“Lick it up,” he said in a hoarse whisper.

She leaned down to the head and ran her tongue’s width over the tip, removing the precome swiftly and with no trace of it having been there. She squeezed his root and another droplet pushed out the tiny slit, this one she removed on the downswipe of her tongue. He groaned as she gripped his pole so rigidly.

She paused in her licking and lapping at the head to say: “Then?”

He moaned pitiably. “Take the head into your mouth, but keep flicking your tongue over the underside ridge,” he said, breathing so hard as to be nearly panting.

She pulled back a little and then engulfed the head in her mouth. Her lips sealed around the head at its base. She tasted more of the precome, but did not mind, her tongue slid over the silky smooth flesh easily and she liked the round, solid feel of it in her mouth. “Take as much of it as you can into your mouth,” he said but his words were becoming harder to understand as there was an underlying groan to each of them. Speaking was becoming very difficult for him.

She opened her mouth wide and moved down the shaft until she felt the bulbous head push against the back of her throat, she tried pushing a bit farther, but her mouth came up against her hand gripping the root. He looked down and in a nearly whimpering voice said, “If you can take more, move your hand.” She was not sure she could, but she pulled her hand away and pushed down on his upright cockstem. Another inch or so slipped past the first barrier in her throat, and she felt herself trying to gag. Relaxing her throat and calming herself, she pulled back, then slipped forward again, taking that inch and nearly consuming his entire length before she started to gag again. He was moaning constantly now, and she had smiling eyes watching his face in pleasure.

“Then go back and forth, letting all but the head out, then take it back down to where you can.” He did whisper now, with no voice to it, just his lips and air. She did as she was told and began to use her head to receive his organ and then pulling back to let it out, stopping when her lips felt the head try to open her mouth further.

For a brief moment, when only the head remained in her mouth, she lapped at the underside quickly for a couple of fast flicks of the tongue then let it go back into her mouth as deep as she could take it, which turned out to be almost completely. She felt his hands on her head, but he did not grab her head, nor try to push her farther onto his cockstem. He was simply feeling it and playing with her loose strands. She had an idea and implemented it, using her now free hands and keeping up the stroking with her lips and tongue, she grabbed up her hair and flipped it over her head, covering her face and his organ with it. As the silken tresses touched his thighs, and slid over his scrotum and exposed portion of his prick, and flowed like water over his belly and down even to his knees, he climaxed. He had intended to warn Nanilee first, as was his habit with any woman, but it simply happened. One moment he was enjoying an immensely well-performed bit of cocksuck, then he came. In one stroke, he was over the top and she felt her mouth fill with semen. Since she had been cooperative enough with the precome, she decided to simply drink that, too, though the taste was not among her favorites, she found. It was a bit like getting the starches that they use to stiffen hardcloth in your mouth, but not quite so bitter.

After a few more strokes, she wondered if he was going to spend down her throat until she stopped, but then the flow tapered off, then stopped on its own. He twitched with each movement of her head and she flipped her hair back to its normal position over her back. He groaned slowly.

“I’m sorry. I normally tell a girl before I climax like that,” he apologized.

“It was fun, no need for apologies.” She put her hand back around his thick root, even as his cock was softening and starting to droop. She licked the head one last time, lapping up a straggling drop of sperm. “Did I do well?” she asked.

He laughed, but softly. “No, I tend to come so quickly that I can’t even warn a girl,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You did better than well,” he said to be sure she did not think him serious.

She grinned up at him. “I am pleased, then,” she said. He rose and lifted her up, and then turned and sat her on the bed.

“No, you will be pleased in a moment,” he said. He knelt before her, as she sat there, and kissed her. Then he began to track down her body with a trail of little kisses and licks. She touched his ear as he began to suck on one of her nipples, and she moaned as she felt the pleasant warmth spreading from the touch of his lips. His hand squeezed the other breast, and kneaded the flesh.

After a few moments, and not nearly long enough, in Nanilee’s opinion, he moved farther down her body, kissing her muscular stomach and then letting his tongue trail through her sparse, very fine pubic hairs. “Lie down,” he urged, and she laid back, resting on her elbows and watching him with great interest. He laid his chin upon the edge of the bed, between her long, slim thighs. He began to lap at the joint of her groin and leg, and she inhaled deeply at the lightning arc that fired up her spine then back down again. He smiled as her legs moved farther apart almost by reflex.

His tongue slid down again, at the join of the other leg and her smooth groin. Again she gasped and her legs moved still farther apart, revealing herself quite openly to him now, the lips of her folded labia separated from the full extension of her thighs and she could feel the muscles of her legs grow taut with the angle. He dipped his tongue below her labia, and slid it over the fold of skin behind her opening. Her hips moved, trying to put her vagina in the line of his moving tongue, but he moved down with it, not yet ready to let her feel it directly. Up again, this time over the outer mound of her entrance, just beside the fleshy folds of her lips. He allowed himself to slowly exhale warm air over the area as his tongue trailed over the skin. Nanilee moaned, and her hips twitched in a last feeble attempt to get him to lick where her body wanted him to, rather than where he wanted to.

He let his tongue barely touch her clitoris as he went over it to the other mound beside her labia. She whimpered this time. “Please stop teasing me, Gavin,” she begged. Her voice was a odd mix of pitiable whine and lustful breathiness.

He looked up, so engrossed in his efforts that he only now saw the frustrated and very eager look on her face. “Make me,” he said, his smile wide and eyes narrowed.

She reached down and took a firm grip on the sides of his head. When she pulled him to her crotch, he was startled with the ferocity and strength she exerted. His lips smashed into her vagina and over her clitoris. He stuck his tongue into her, and lapped at her juices as they began to flow. She exhaled a mighty volume of air. “Ghaaa,” she said, a look of stark relief crossing her expression then replaced by wanton desire.

He lapped at her, and licked into her, and tickled her clit with his tongue and lips, then teeth, first licking then sucking then nibbling on her tiny button. Her hips began to rotate in a small circle as she held his head fast in position, allowing him to roll his tongue over all the good places that he liked and seemed to like him, too, judging from the rather bestial grunts Nanilee was emitting. Her legs were beginning to quiver every time his tongue or lips moved over the bud of her clitoris and she said, in broken words. “I, think, I, under, stand, girls, like, ing, oth, er, girls, now,” she grunted between her panting breaths. He moved one hand up and touched her wet slit with a finger, sliding it over the very slick surface of her labia, after moistening it well, he slid it into her, proceeding very slowly. Her eyes shot open and she groaned as he felt her legs and arms lock into a rigidity that could only mean she was climaxing. “Gavin!” she screamed between two short pants, then she collapsed back and he felt her legs relax. The hands that had been clutching his head fell off and lay like dead animals beside his still lapping mouth. She just twitched now with each stroke of his tongue, and occasionally moaned almost ethereally. He slipped his finger gently from her and slowed the motions of his tongue until she raised her head, and focused on him again.

“Will it feel that good when you enter me?” she asked innocently, her eyes wide with anticipation.

“It may hurt a little at first,” he said, honestly. “But it should feel just as good, if not better.”

Her blue eyes widened still further. “Better?” she asked, her tone bluntly disbelieving. “Please don’t tarry, then.” Nanilee quickly turned herself on the bed to lie with her head upon the little pillow and looked over at him with what she hoped was an inviting expression.

He smiled, and watched her face turn into a expression of ultimate vulnerability and inexperience. A tiny part of his mind protested against violating this creature of innocence. It was overruled by lust and desire. Sitting on the bed, he regarded her supine form. Then, once again, her hair caught his eyes. She was lying upon a near shroud of white mane, and he longed to nuzzle into it. She looked down at his again swollen cockstem.

Gavin rose from the sitting position and moved atop her, resting his weight on his knees and hands. She obligingly spread her long legs for him and he rested between them. She watched his face carefully and reached up to touch a scar that ran across his chest. He twitched at the cool, but somehow scalding touch.

Unable to stand it anymore, Gavin reached down between them and aimed his pole at her opening. She moaned and cringed a little as his cock’s helmet brushed the lips of her labia. “I wish it would not hurt you any,” he said quietly as he pushed down a tiny bit, feeling the soft labia part for him and the muscle that closed off her vagina against the tip.

Nanilee shook her head. “You say it will pass, and I believe you,” she said. “I can take a bit of pain, I have born wounds in fights, have I not?”

Nodding agreement, Gavin said, “Truly.” Then she felt a bit of that pain as he pushed in a inch or so of his thick rod. Her face twitched through pain then satisfaction as the pain subsided.

“More.” She hoarsely said. He allowed another inch to enter her, then another. Her face almost went blank but he could see her fighting back the show of pain. She looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please, simply finish it, Gavin,” she said. “I would rath ...” Her voice was cut off by a yell of pain as he thrust the remaining portion of his length into her narrow canal. Their bodies slammed together with enough force to scoot her rump up the blanket an inch. She groaned after the initial yell, then moaned more softly as she sucked in air. He began to slowly push himself into her repeatedly, pulling forth then burying himself in her again. Her eyes watched him as he looked down at her, her expression a mixture of accusation and arousal. Finally, arousal won out and her moans changed tone slowly from pained to pleased.

At some point, Gavin was not sure when, she started to push upward toward him with her hips when he entered her. He could also feel the muscles of her stomach clenching beneath him. Her hands had been over her head, but were on his shoulders, then moving down his sides, coming to rest on the small of his back. He smiled when they joined the efforts the two were making, pulling him into her, or at least aiding in that endeavor.

The expression upon his face changed to one that she had not seen before as he neared his climax, his eyes grew distant and somehow intensely focused on some point in the next room. She felt his pattern of thrusts change, too, the motions growing faster and shorter of stroke. He must be nearing his climax, she thought to herself, and encouraged him. “Fill me with your seed, Gavin,” she said, her eyes almost violet with intensity.

She felt his hips buck once, then twice and she winced at the new, deeper penetration that he achieved, but she focused through the new pain. “That’s it, lover, fill me,” she said, inviting him again. She felt the first spurt of semen in her womb, then another more substantial one, followed by another. She inhaled at the warm, wet feeling the semen seemed to give her. He stopped thrusting and just laid atop her, with his penis impaling her deeply. Another burst of come flowed into her, but it was reduced much from the first splashing ejaculations.

Nani looked up and grinned at him. “You were right, Gavin,” she purred. “It did feel better.”

* * * * * * *

Weeks passed as the two grew closer. They fought in battles, and, much as before, were very professional when in the public eye on base and in fighting. However, off the compound, they were lovers, and intense ones at that.

However, it was only a matter of time before a small trial came to Nanilee Lioness’ relationship.

Returning from a campaign, a small company of cavalry rode into the encampment by night. She was just leaving her duty post on perimeter watch and saw them ride by. She wondered if Jerek was among them, and how would her lover’s lover react to her, if and when he did come.

She knocked gently upon Gavin’s door and heard Gavin’s voice call out, “Come in, Nani.”

She walked in, smiling. There was a handsome man sitting on the bed, opposite Gavin, who sat in one of the two small chairs in the room. The man immediately stood. “Damn, Gavin, she’s prettier than you said.”

“I only know so many words, Jerek, I’m no poet,” said Gavin in his own defense.

Nanilee tried to not blush at the high praises she received from the two men. She smiled. “Jerek?” she asked. “I’ve heard much about you.”

“And I, you, Nanilee Lioness,” replied the tall cavalryman, holding out a large hand. She took the proffered hand and shook it. He did not bear down, but simply held it a moment.

Gavin stood up, noting the dragging silence that seemed to fill the room beyond full. “I knew this would be tense,” he said quietly. “I’m not sure how to handle such a thing.”

“Neither am I, honestly,” said Jerek.

Nanilee gave a weak smile, and said, “I would not be jealous if you two wished a night alone.”

“More’s the question, Nani,” said Gavin, “is your desire. Would you like to lie with me or both of us?”

She blinked a moment. “But Jerek is your longer-term lover, surely he has rights of seniority,” she protested.

“Perhaps,” said Jerek, “but you are his oft time lover, now, and I accept that I am a less pressing matter. We’ve spoken much of this in our letters, Nanilee, and decided that you are his main lover now.”

She thought for a long moment. “I don’t want you two thinking of me that way,” she said finally. “I’ve seen the look in Gavin’s eyes when he speaks of you, Jerek.” Nani chewed her cheek for a moment, and closed her eyes. “I would prefer for all three of us to lie together, if you two are agreeable.”

They looked at each other for a moment, then Jerek broke the silence. “I’d be a fool to refuse, wouldn’t I?” he asked. “As I said, you’re quite lovely.”

She smiled and walked up to him, giving a seeking glance to Gavin as she did so. Gavin returned to her the tiniest of nods. Nanilee then kissed Jerek, a long, warm, and inviting kiss, as if they were old lovers parted by years. At first, she had to work at it, acting as it were, but soon, she found herself enjoying the embrace and the kiss quite a lot.

When their lips separated, Jerek sighed a long exhalation. “My word,” he said, rather formally, “she is the passionate one.”

Nani smiled up at him and then at Gavin. “I was taught by a skilled mentor,” she said.

Nanilee then stepped back and looked at the two men. Jerek was notably taller and broader of build than Gavin, with powerful, thick limbs and a massive neck. He reached out a hand to Gavin, stroking the smaller man’s cheek. “I think she wishes to see us,” he said bringing his hand back to himself, and Gavin with it.

Gavin went willingly enough, though he seemed the tiniest bit hesitant. “I’ve never done this with an observer,” he said, almost like a shy girl.

“I won’t be ‘‘observing’’ long,” said Nanilee, smiling and sitting in one of the chairs.

Jerek placed his other hand on Gavin’s clean-shaven cheek and pulled him forward, kissing him. Soon, their lips parted and Nani could see their tongues darting back and forth, almost fencing. However, it was very obvious who the dominant male was between the two and soon Gavin was receiving Jerek’s tongue willfully, sucking upon it.

Jerek’s hands had not been idle, moving over Gavin’s back and rump, he then moved them to his front, unbuttoning the tunic and pushing it back over the smaller man’s shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Gavin was nude beneath the long tunic.

Gavin repeated the more aggressive man’s motions, unbuttoning Jerek’s tunic and helping him remove it. The cavalryman, however, was wearing pants. Gavin was tugging at the heavy leather belt that held them up, finally releasing the complicated buckle and the pants fell down.

Nani’s eyes widened as she regarded Jerek’s massive organ. It was fully half again longer than Gavin’s, and equally thicker, if not more so. Gavin’s hand moved to it instantly, wrapping his powerful fingers around the thick pole. Jerek groaned, then looked at Nanilee.

“Our loveplay may seem rough to you, Nani,” he said, his eyes now half-lidded.

She smiled at them, watching Gavin, normally so masculine and in command, kneel before the cavalryman and take the massive pole into his mouth. “I would expect so, seeing as how boys play,” she said.

He grinned at her and placed both hands on the back of Gavin’s head. She watched with fascination as Jerek drove his spike deep down Gavin’s willing throat with a sudden jerk of his hips. His thick arms corded as Gavin instinctively tried to pull back and Jerek held him fast, thrusting his massive pole down the smaller man’s gullet.

Nanilee was growing quite excited, and could feel her own fluids building up, and growing very hot.

Gavin gave up the struggle, as he surely always did, and relented to having his mouth used as a orifice. Jerek gleefully rammed himself to the hilt into his boyfriend and ground his pelvis against Gavin’s lips.

Nani, true to her own word, soon could no longer simply observe. She stood and walked up to Jerek, looking down at Gavin, with his mouth open wide, and his throat distended with the intruding cock being fed to him. He looked so masculine and strong, normally. Now he was the ultimate in submissiveness. Jerek was his master now, and she found she was unsure of her status during such play.

She looked up into Jerek’s hazel eyes and said, “Will you make use of me thus, as well?”

Jerek smiled and grabbed her silken white hair by the roots at the back of her skull, giving her a fast, violent kiss. When he pulled back, he kept that grip on her and pulled downward with his powerful arm. She fell to her knees, hurting them a little, but moaning with the knowledge of what was happening.

Nani’s eyes turned toward Gavin as Jerek pulled his pole from him. It seemed impossible that such a long, thick cockstem could fit, almost like a magic trick.

Jerek kept hold of her hair and grabbed his cock by the root, aiming it for her mouth. She opened obligingly and felt the huge head slide past her teeth then to the back of her mouth. “You’re sure you want that?” asked Jerek.

She nodded minutely and then started to moan as the thick pole inexorably pushed its way into her throat. She felt herself try to gag, and suppressed that urge. Her throat protested in some pain as it stretched to accommodate the thick spike opening it. Her breath was sealed off and her eyes looked upward to regard Jerek’s face. He smiled softly, then rammed his cock home.

She would have cried out if she could have. Her throat screamed in protest, but she was impaled, and her neck straightened with the stiff, thick pole holding it. Gavin was kneeling behind Jerek now and she felt his lips moving over her hands. Her hands had, of their own accord, moved to Jerek’s backside, gripping his tight ass. She was pulling him into her as violently as he had pulled her onto him.

Gavin urged her to pull her hands apart, forcing the twin lobes apart. She did so and felt his cheek brush over her fingertips. She pushed one hand inward seeking a better grip upon the somewhat sweaty, slick skin. His tongue, traveling the crease of Jerek’s backside, slid over her finger, then he took her hand and pushed that finger against Jerek’s tightly puckered sphincter.

Jerek had pulled back enough for her to take a few quick breaths and then buried his pole into her throat again. Her finger then opened his anus, pressing inward, then was joined by the slippery feel of Gavin’s tongue alongside it, pushing inside as well.

The big cavalryman groaned and pulled himself almost clear of her, only the massive head filling the front of her mouth. His cock twitched and her mouth filled with seed. “Hold it,” he said, “don’t swallow.”

She did as he said, never even thinking of doing otherwise, once he spoke. His voice held command in it, even when speaking in the throes of pleasure. Gavin was alongside her now, kissing her cheek. The cock continued to throb and force further jets of semen into her mouth, nearly filling it.

It stopped, though, and Jerek pulled his cock from her mouth, already wilting slightly. Gavin then kissed her. She felt his tongue trying to open her lips and parted them for him. His tongue darted into her mouth, lapping at the semen filling it. He sucked gently, too, and she gave him some of the seed, which he seemed determined to have. For long moments, their mouths were pressed together, sharing Jerek’s come and kissing. Then she pulled back. “Swallow now,” said Jerek.

She immediately gulped down the half a mouthful she still had, and Gavin did the same. Nani smiled at him and gripped his prick as it stood forth from Gavin’s body, stiff and curving upward slightly. She was panting, though she was unaware of it. Jerek smiled and lifted her to her feet by her hair. “Very well done, Nanilee,” he said softly.

He then lifted Gavin by the same means, then pushed him down onto the bed, his knees hanging off the edge, his rump aimed upward. “Prepare him for my use,” said Jerek.

Nani didn’t hesitate, kneeling behind Gavin and using her tongue to lap at his spread apart ass cheeks, then burrowing her tongue into Gavin’s anus. He groaned as she gripped his cock as she lapped at the tight ring of flesh. Then she was lifted, again by her silken hair, and her head laid atop his back, just above his butt. Jerek knelt behind Gavin and pressed the swollen head of his cock against the tight ring of Gavin’s sphincter.

She was fascinated by the thick prick opening her man so willingly. Gavin groaned as inch after inch of the massive pole disappeared into his backside. Jerek pulled forth, and Gavin’s ass remained slightly open from the stretching the thick cock put upon it. She automatically opened her mouth as the cock moved toward her and he buried it almost to the hilt in her welcoming and now accustomed throat. He took a half dozen long, slow strokes at her throat, then switched it back to penetrating Gavin’s backside. He alternated thus for long moments.

“Suck Gavin,” grunted Jerek, beginning to take the smaller man more aggressively, thrusting into him powerfully.

She did as bidden, and felt Gavin’s cock swell even as she put her lips to it. He was easily taken to the root now, her mouth having now grown used to much more opening. From below, she could still see the thick cockstem of Jerek opening Gavin wide and the soft flesh pistoning into and back out of the tight anus. Gavin groaned, then cried out as he climaxed from the dual stimulation of being mounted and mouthed at the same time. Her mouth filled with a great quantity of semen, overflowed, in fact, as it seemed Gavin would never stop coming. Apparently, the added stimulation made his climax more potent, and therefore, his spend, too.

She gulped down most of it, but held onto some as the flow tapered off. She stood beside Jerek, strands of spilled seed on her chin and cheek. He bent down and kissed her, as Gavin had and they shared Gavin’s seed. Even as they did so, Jerek climaxed again, pulling his cock from Gavin’s backside and firing long, ropy strands of semen over the smaller man’s back and ass.

Nanilee bent down and lapped at it, licking up and running her fingers through the seed. She finished the chore by licking upon Jerek’s cock, even as it shrank to a more normal appearance, and hung flaccidly. Gavin stood and kissed Jerek again, very submissive now, and not even attempting to take charge of the kiss. Being fucked thoroughly had put him in his proper place, something she was sure he knew all along. It was part of their ritual for the little competition at the start, something they did that made the later surrender more intense.

They all climbed onto the small bed, with Nani pressed between the two men. She faced Jerek, and Gavin kissed her neck as she kissed the larger man. Jerek’s hands moved over her body, as did Gavin’s and she was squirming by the end as four hands found every place she wished to be touched, and many she did not even know of until they were stroked and caressed.

She was surprised when her hand closed on Jerek’s cockstem again and it was stiff, and stiffening more even as she touched it. “You’re ready again?” she asked, quietly.

Gavin said, “Now you know why he is such an incredible lover.”

Nanilee half turned to Gavin. “You are wondrous, too, Gavin. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

Jerek pulled her atop him, straddling his waist. With a couple of quick motions of his hands, she was open to him with the massive head of his cock opening her slightly. Gavin knelt behind and above her, his mouth over her backside, lapping at the tight ring of her anus.

He had reamed her before, and she rather liked it. However, he had yet to take her by her back way. “He’s going to enter you there, and we will both fuck you,” said Jerek. She loved how he did not ask permission, and simply told her what was about to happen. Soon, her tight anus relaxed under the tender care of Gavin’s tongue and fingers. Several times during that many minutes he labored, she had tried to coax Jerek’s massive cock deeper into herself, but Jerek kept firm hold of her hips and would not allow her more until Gavin was ready.

Soon, though, she felt Gavin’s smaller, but not small, by any standard, prick pressing into her backside, patiently opening her. It hurt, and she tried to pull away. Jherek’s hands prevented that, as well, and she surrendered the attempt after but a moment. Her expression twisted to one of real pain for a moment as his cock opened her anus and pressed deeper, then the pain relented. She sighed as, finally, Jerek bucked his hips upward, and filled her waiting cunt with his pole.

Nani then found herself being taken fully by both ways, and her body veritably twanged with excitement at the pleasures so much stimulation brought her. They were entering her at differing rates, which was both glorious and frustrating.

As her second near climax approached, they matched stride, and she came so forcefully that a ear-splitting scream escaped her, right into Jerek’s neck. She panted for a moment into his throat, biting and kissing him as another climax came welling up, suddenly and fully consuming her.

The second orgasm was still subsiding and her twitches were becoming notable as a third struck her, she arched her back, wailing in pleasure as it ripped through her. She had only rarely climaxed more than once before, and never thrice.

Like in other ways, her body obeyed Jerek, and if he said it was time for her to climax, she did so. Six times in all, she cried out as they took her together, then she begged for a rest.

“Time to finish, Gavin,” said Jerek. Almost instantly, she felt her rectum fill with warm fluid as Gavin spilled his seed into her backside. Gavin groaned and slumped atop her. Jerek followed suit, a moment later, filling her cunt with the same delicious, warm, churning feeling.

Both strong men stopped pumping into her small body and the three simply lay there for a long moment, breathing heavily and writhing as their nerves sought more pleasure with every touch. Sweat poured off of each of them, coating their bodies with glistening sheen.

Gavin’s pole came clear first, softening until it slipped from her backside, followed by a long trail of semen that ran warmly down her crotch. Jerek’s cockstem slid out after that, softening and falling from her slit. She kissed Jerek and then lifted her head and twisted around to kiss Gavin.

“Well, was that acceptable to all?” asked Jerek, smiling up at them as they parted lips.

“It was for me,” she sighed out and laid her head on his shoulder. “Gavin?” she asked.

Gavin bent low and kissed Jerek, then said, “I only hoped it would be half that fun,” he said. “I think, from Nani’s reaction to our play, she will welcome you to camp as much as I, now.”

She giggled into Jerek’s neck. “Indeed,” she sighed, “the whole is definitely greater than the sum of its parts, as they say.” She thought for a long moment. “Does Gavin ever mount you?” she asked Jerek.

“Of course,” said Jerek. “When I want him to.”

They moved again, once more lying upon the cot, side by side. “I’ve never seen men in love play,” she said. “It’s quite - well - aggressive.”

“Men are aggressive, dear,” said Jerek. She was now facing Gavin, and Jerek was running his fingers over her recently used anus. She twitched with each contact, but did not flinch away, and it felt more good than painful.

The three went to the bathing house together in the wee hours, when few others would think to use them. They managed to wedge short a door and had privacy for a long while, bathing and loving one another in pairs and as a trio. Jerek had to leave the next day just after noon and Nanilee found herself rather unhappy about that, even as Gavin was.

“We never get to see each other long,” said Jerek, smiling down from his horse, as the unit prepared to leave the camp. “I am gladdened to see Gavin have happiness when I am away.”

They smiled up at him. “And you?” she asked.

“I have other lovers, as you probably guessed,” said Jerek. He looked toward a tall, strong-looking woman sitting astride a spotted gray horse two columns over in the formation. She had flaming red hair and huge green eyes. “Perhaps you and she should meet next time, hmm?”

Nanilee looked upon the beautiful and frightening cavalry woman and inhaled sharply when the woman caught her staring. She locked those electric green eyes upon Nani and winked, her full lips turning up in a broad, toothy smile. “Yes,” said Nani, a tiny smile forming even as she blushed, “I think I’d like that.”

“You might sing a different tune after you meet her,” said Jerek as they spurred their horses and began riding out in file. “She masters me in private, and is a harsh mistress.”

The horses rode out and the dust settled. “Now I truly wish to meet her,” said Nanilee, walking back toward Gavin’s billet with him.

Gavin smiled at her and shook his head. “You really are fearless, aren’t you?” he said.

THE END

Copyright © Mack The Knife 2006

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