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Subject: {ASSM} Kindred 10: Cleaning Up (slow, MFF)
Date: Thu, 28 Aug 2003 17:10:04 -0400
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It should have been quite dark as I made the trek back to the
Narwhal. But apparently another change Nalita had wrought on me
were eyes like a cat. To me, it seemed I was walking almost in
the dusk. And I wasn't complaining, as it made it easier to avoid
two groups of ruffians that likely would have tried to harass me.
I really didn't want more trouble tonight.

When I entered the tavern, the barkeep looked up at me with
terrified eyes, but quickly raised a facade of joviality. I just
nodded politely and moved to the room Mia and I were sharing. A
candle still burned on the low table in the center of the room,
but Mia and Kiro lay in the bed, asleep and holding each other
close. Curious, I wandered over, and was a bit relieved to note
they both wore light woolen night robes. I didn't actually know
how I would have reacted if they had been nude. And I admitted,
they could have dressed after they, well, whatever. But I wasn't
ready to deal with that tonight. I had more than enough to worry
about with Mia and Nalita. Because I knew, somehow, that Nalita
was not going to be settling for a single encounter.

I found an extra blanket and lay down on the floor. I didn't
bother to undress, I knew Angeline would be prompt, but I took
off my boots anyway. I never could sleep with my feet confined.
It took me a moment to get comfortable, though. Nalita's
"embroidery" itched when I lay on it.

I actually felt rested when Angeline put her hand over my mouth
and held me still against the floor. I know I would have reacted
aggressively if she hadn't, but what surprised me was that she
did it easily. I realized I wasn't the only one sharing Nalita's
blood. I blinked my eyes at her, and she took her hands off me.
Then she motioned silently for me to follow. When we were in the
tavern room, I sat and pulled my boots on.

Angeline whispered softly to me: "I've looked around out here,
and I couldn't find the bolthole. I didn't really expect to, but
I like to be sure." 

I nodded. "I'm sure it's in the office, or in the storage room.
To be honest, I'm hoping it's the office."

I went to the office, and was relieved that the barkeep hadn't
locked it. But when I opened the door, a sour stench filled my
nostrils. I could see Angeline's nose wrinkle in distaste. "Are
we too late? Damn, I hope a rat didn't find him!"

I looked over to where I'd left Akira, and he looked much the
same as when I'd left. Then I remembered the barkeep's reaction.
"The barman threw up earlier. I'd forgotten."

She smiled at my reassurance, then began her search. The bolthole
wasn't actually very well hidden. When she found it, it was
fairly obvious what it was.  I lifted it carefully, afraid the
hinges would squeal, but apparently Akira had kept it maintained,
or used it often. Angeline looked through it, spotted the ladder
leading down, and the boat tied to it. "I'll go down and move the
boat. After you get him through the hole, shut and lock the trap.
I'll take care of the body, and then lose the boat. Everyone will
believe Akira left on his own." 

I nodded. "Thank you for your help, Angeline. And thank Mistress
Nalita again for me."

Angeline smiled a little shyly. "Normally, I don't like the men
the Mistress selects. But you seem different. So I'm going to do
something I've never done before." She took a deep breath, as if
preparing for something very difficult. "You can call me Ang."
Then she slipped through the trap door and disappeared
momentarily. 

I sat there for a minute with a silly grin on my face. And then
Ang's "psst" brought me back to attention. I moved over to
Akira's corpse, and took out the vial Nalita had given me. She
hadn't said how much to use, so I poured it in a thin stream up
and down the blob. Then I wondered how long it would take to
activate. Almost as soon as I poured the last few drops out of
the vial, the body began to move. I bit back the curse that
threatened to explode from my startled lips, and almost dropped
the vial. Shit shit shit! Why didn't she warn me? Then I admitted
I was being stupid. And I admitted I really didn't want to touch
this thing that was floating five inches above the floor. I gave
it a slight shove with my boot, and it floated away slowly for a
moment, then stopped. It felt like I had kicked a skin of water.
I moved around it, and gave it another nudge toward the hole in
the floor. Eventually, it was centered over the hole, and I was
wondering how to get it through the opening when it began to sink
gently by itself. I gave a hurried nudge to make sure no
appendages, such as they were, caught on the edges of the trap. I
looked down, and saw Ang sitting in the boat a few feet away from
directly under the hole. She gave a small wave that I returned,
then I shut the trap and bolted it. I was almost out of the room
when I heard something from under the floor. I retched when I
realized it sounded like someone dumping a full chamberpot. And
knew it was the last anyone would hear from Akira.

I made my way back to our room, and this time I undressed to my
shirt, then realized Mia was going to notice it was a different
shirt anyway. There were going to be questions, so I figured she
might as well start with the big one. Nalita's embroidery still
itched when I tried to lie on, so I curled on my side and fell to
sleep. 

When I woke up, someone was tracing their finger against my
shoulder, and around the embroidery. I rolled over to see which
lady it was. Mia looked down at me with concerned eyes. "Will you
tell me about it?" she asked.

I nodded. "I'll tell you most of it. Is that alright?" She
considered this, then nodded and lay beside me on the floor. I
told her of my fight with Akira, and killing him. I didn't tell
her how I'd killed him. I told her of going to Nalita for help
with getting rid of the body. I told her Nalita had sewed the
wound, but I lied and told her of a potion to heal it. Then I
told her that one of Nalita's associates helped me dispose of the
body. Her response was to snuggle against me and say, "Husband,
you care too much for those the world cares nothing for. And I
love you for it." Then she kissed my nose. And I kissed her
chin.

And then Kiro came back in the room with breakfast and a cheery
"Good morn!"

After breakfast, we dressed. Mia had one new outfit. She called
it a keemoano. It was a robe of rich blue silk with golden birds
of paradise patterned through it. She told me the seamstress was
working on a second, but she was going to wait until the babe was
born to have others done. I said I understood. Kiro, though, had
a problem. All of the clothes she owned (well, used)  made it
clear she was property. It was decided we would go shopping
today. Clothes for the free woman Kiro, and rings for the
newlyweds. It promised to be an enjoyable day. 

As we left the room, I saw a face I recognized. The girl saw me
at the same moment, and approached. "Good morn, Kirsty."

"Good morn, Master Erlic. Mistress Nalita requests the company of
yourself, Mistress Mialibao, and Lady Kiro at her estate at the
third hour past midday, if that would be convenient for you." 

I looked at the water clock behind the bar. Three hours till
midday. That should give us time. "Tell Mistress Nalita we would
be honored to visit at the appointed hour. And thank her for the
generous invitation." The girl curtsied and gave a happy grin
before dashing out of the Narwhal.

Kiro looked terrified at the prospect. Mia just looked concerned.
I said, "She invited us yesterday afternoon, actually. She said
something about gifts for our nuptials." Mia gave a less strained
smile at that. "But I'm glad she invited Kiro." 

Kiro looked at me as if I'd just grown horns out of my forehead.
"You are? Why? I'm just a sl..." 

Mia placed her hand over her friend's mouth and hissed: "You are
not a slave. You are a free woman, and by Mistress Nalita's Own 
Mouth, a Lady. Never let anyone forget that, especially Kiro!"
Then she hugged her best friend.

We spent the rest of the day shopping. First, we had a great deal
of fun going into the finer seamstress shops and shocking them by
asking them to dress someone who was obviously a slave. A few
chased us as we laughed out of their shops, cursing us for
darkening their doorways. But then we found the shop of the
seamstress that had served Mia the day before. 

She went to the back of the shop to get the other kimono that she
had made for Mia, thinking that was why we'd come. But she grew
intrigued when we told her we'd actually come to find clothing
for Kiro. She brought some kimono's she had pre-finished, and had
Kiro try them on. Being a slave, Kiro had no undergarments, so
when she undressed to try the new clothes on, I blatantly admired
her form. Mia watched me, then laughed and hugged my arm as she
sat beside me. Kiro blushed at first, then also laughed. 

We finally left with me carrying Mia's new kimono and three more
for Kiro, a red silk one with diving dolphins that Kiro wore, and
paying for several more that the seamstress would be sewing for
Kiro. Then we went looking for a jeweler. 

We wandered through the gem district for a while, looking at the
various offerings, but not being particularly enthused with what
we saw.  I had some idea of what I really wanted for Mia, and
what I saw that was close lacked...something.  Then we saw a tiny
stall tucked behind and almost hidden by its neighbors. As we
approached, an ancient fellow looked up from his polishing wheel.
"May Cyrus be of service to you, young Master and Ladies?"

"We are seeking two rings, to symbolize our oath of marriage." 

The old man looked at the three of us for a moment, and grinned
teasingly. "Just two, hai?" He chuckled and pulled a small case
from under his chair.  He opened the case and held it up for us
to inspect. I was startled to realize the difference in his
workmanship and what we'd looked at along the way. Then one of
the rings grabbed me by the eyeball and jerked me closer. It was
a gold ring, with a delicately carved band and a small but
magnificent diamond.  I pointed at it wordlessly. "Ahh. The young
Master has excellent taste." He took the ring and placed it in my
palm. It seemed warm to my skin, and I lifted it carefully. Then
I turned to Mia and slipped it onto her finger. It was perfect. 

Mia spoke up. "Do you have one that is engraved like this one,
but with a larger band, and a ..." 

She paused to think, and I realized what we wanted. "And with no
stone." Mia looked at me with surprise, and I realized she'd made
the same decision. She looked at the jeweler and nodded firmly. 

The old man grinned. "Oddly, I do." Then he lifted the tray and 
we saw a few dozen bands in various stages of finish.  He moved
them about for a moment, then drew one out. He handed this one to
Mia, and I could tell she also felt the warmth. Then she slipped
it upon my finger. Then she kissed me. 

The old man "hmmphed" politely, and we turned back to him.
"Anything else I might offer? Something for this other lovely
Lady, perhaps?" 

Mia and I looked at Kiro, and she looked back at us with horror.
"No, you have given me too much already!"

I looked at Mia, then at Kiro, and then turned to the old man. "A
silver necklace, with a small pendant. Perhaps a sapphire. Yes, a
sapphire will be perfect." The old man closed the first case, and
opened a second. 

"Something like this?" He held up a fine silver necklace, of a
length that would place the pendant precisely between Kiro's
breasts. The pendant was what I noticed though. It was a
brilliant blue sapphire, in a silver net. It was beautiful. It
was perfect. 

And I said so. Mia put the necklace around Kiro's neck, and I
bartered with the old man. We both parted satisfied.

It was nearly half past the second hour after midday, and we
realized we would not have time to return to the Narwhal, and get
back to Mistress Nalita's on time. So, with me burdened with the
Ladies purchases, we strolled passed the estates surrounding
Nalita's. I could see that both Mia and Kiro were wondering what
it would be like to live in such places, but chose to keep hidden
that with luck, they would know the answer soon.

Very near the third hour, Mia lifted the knocker at Nalita's
door. Kirsty answered, and almost laughed aloud to see me
burdened with women's clothing. But she managed to bite her lip,
motion us in, and summoned a slave to relieve me. "Welcome,
Master Erlic, Mistress Mialibao, Lady Kiro. Follow me, please,
the Mistress awaits you in her study." 

We followed through an unfamiliar portion of the house, and
stopped outside a closed door. Kirsty knocked, and apparently
heard an affirmative response, because she opened the door, and
bade us enter.  Inside, Mistress Nalita sat behind an eastern
style desk, and two other men sat opposite her. They rose when we
entered and bowed respectfully. Nalita greeted us. "Good
afternoon, Erlic. Mistress Mialibao, welcome to my home. Welcome
to you as well, Lady Kiro." 

One of the men at the desk looked startled when he recognized
Kiro. I expected I knew why, and the deep red that climbed Kiro's
cheeks confirmed it. She looked like she wanted to flee, or weep.
The man turned to his friend and began to whisper in his ear, a
broad smirk on his face. I was getting angry, but Nalita's voice
slashed like a whip. "Lady Kiro's former profession is just that.
Former. You will apologize to the Lady now, or to her companion,
later, if he chooses to let you survive his displeasure."  

The two men looked at Nalita with surprise at her tone, then at a
very displeased me. "Lady Kiro, we sincerely apologize. We meant
to offer no offense." 

Kiro brushed angrily at her tearstained cheeks, and nodded her
acceptance.  

"Master Erlic, these gentlemen are here at my request. Master
Hito is an agent for a wealthy family. This family wishes to sell
their estate. I'd like you and your Ladies to inspect this
property. If it is to your satisfaction, I intend to make it a
wedding gift." 

We simply stared at her, dumfounded. When I finally recovered, I
said, "That is a most generous offer, Mistress Nalita, but it is
far to mu.."

"Hush, Erlic. I know you thing it is too much, but I have my
reasons. It is near my estate, near enough that if I need you for
an important matter, I won't have to wait hours for a response.
It has a very large garden that will offer both a challenge and a
delight to your Wife and her companion, as well as an abundance
of room for a child to make mischief." Here she smiled at Mia and
Mia responded with a shy smile as she caressed her belly.  "And
the surrounding estates are mostly owned by families with young
children that would make you welcome.'

"And I hate to point out, Erlic, that you won't always be home.
Good neighbors are important when you are apart."  I acknowledged
she was correct there. "So go, and look. Then return here and let
me offer you supper."

I realized I would have to go and look at the estate, if only to
reject it. I hadn't actually planned to own an estate. I'd been
planning a nice house for the four of us. But we went with the
agent, and fell in love. 

The house was a pentagon, with a very large open garden in the
center. In the center of the garden was a fountain in the form of
a dancing dolphin. Outside the gardens were the family
bedchambers. The master bed had two rooms, a sitting room with a
western style desk, low to the floor and cushions for lounging,
and the bedroom, with a huge bed that looked like it would sleep
seven comfortably. It also had a beautifully carved crib in one
corner. One wall was covered with sliding doors that hid a
gigantic wardrobe. A second doorway led to what could only be the
bath of a king. 

Somehow, the builder had tapped a warm spring under the house.
There were three basins carved from marble that held a constant
supply of warm water. But what dominated the room was the
alabaster pool in the center. If the bed had slept seven, this
pool would hold a dozen. Kiro and Mia walked toward it as if
hypnotized, and both dipped their hands in the water, then looked
at me beseechingly. I knew this was home. But I was damned if I'd
let Nalita buy it for me.

We made our way back to the bedroom, and I realized that at
night, the fountain was going to fill the room with its soothing
tones. Have I said I have loved the sound of running water since
I was a child? And I knew with a few stones, the fountain would
sound just like the brook that I had grown up beside. I knew I
was hooked as well.

The rest of the house was almost as perfect. A large office for
me, a smaller one for Mia, a kitchen that could provide breakfast
or banquet, a pantry that if properly stocked, could withstand a
one year siege. A nursery on one side of the master bedroom, and
a smaller bedroom on the other side.  And quarters for up to a
dozen servants.  Home it was.

We went back to Nalita's. The other man had left while we were
gone, but had promised to return the next day. We enjoyed a
delicious supper with Nalita, and were preparing to leave when
she offered us her hospitality for the night. The ladies were
clearly tired, and I agreed we'd stay. Kirsty led us to a bedroom
with a very large bed, and a slightly smaller one by the wall,
and then wished us good night. After she left, we opened some of
the door around the room. Behind one we found a closet, wherein
hung the ladies' kimonos, and my cloak from the night before.
Behind another we found another bath, smaller then the master
bath at the estate we'd visited, but easily large enough for a
half dozen. Mia and Kiro looked at each other, then at me, and
both grinned wickedly. 

I had always enjoyed being bathed by Mia. Being bathed by Mia and
Kiro was unbelievable. They each washed half of my body, their
hands moving in unison, and I realized they obviously had done
this together often. I just sat and enjoyed it. Until I felt two
hands caressing my manhood. That startled me out of my daze. But
what truly shocked me was when they each took one of my hands and
held it against their sexes. 

I looked at Mia in disbelief, and wonder. My disbelief faded as
she smiled and kissed me. "Will you allow me to share you with my
dearest friend?" 

"If this is your desire, my Beloved wife, I am yours to command."


 "Good. Touch her as you touch me." It took a little effort, I'm
hardly what you could call ambidextrous, but I was soon running
my fingers along each woman's sex. Both of them seemed to enjoy
the stroking of my fingertips. "Now, rub our buttons." I
obediently caressed both of their clitorises. Kiro moaned first,
and gave my shaft a gentle squeeze. I looked to Mia and she
smiled in delight. Then she leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"Kiro has never had a man touch her there. Now, rub her lightly,
and slide your finger inside her. Watch how she reacts."

I looked at Kiro, her eyes were closed, and she was breathing
through her mouth. As I watched her, I began rubbing my thumb
across her clitoris. Then I slid my middle finger inside her.
"OhyesohyesohyesohyesohGGGGOOOODDDEEEESSSSOHHHHSSSWWWEEEETTTTGGGG
OOODDDEEESSSS!!!!" And as her sex clenched against my finger, I
realized that she had the voice of an angel when she climaxed.
She didn't shriek, scream or howl. Kiro sang! It was a voice of
pure delight and praise for the goddess in her time of ecstasy.
It filled my mind with her pleasure. Then she slipped forward and
kissed my shoulder. But she never let go of my shaft. 

Mia finally stepped out and fetched a towel. After disengaging
her grip, I lifted Kiro out of the tub, and we all dried each
other. I was going to carry Kiro to the smaller bed when Mia
caught my arm and led me to the central bed. I set Kiro down, and
Mia pushed me onto my back.  Then both women knelt on either side
of me and began to kiss my thighs. And my hips. My belly. They
even bit my nipples together. Then they took turns, sucking my
staff between their lips. Then Mia again leaned up to my ear. "Do
you remember the first time you had me?"

"Of course. I almost tossed you on your bottom." 

She grinned. "I want you to do to Kiro, what you did to me when
you decided not to toss me on my bottom. No man has ever done
that to her. No man had ever done it to me before you, either."

I felt like a heel doing it, but I had to ask. "Has a woman done
it to Kiro?"

Mia looked at me with absolute delight. "Of course! Who do you
think showed me how to touch myself? We taught each other, and
when you were gone, we pleased each other. And now, you will
please her, and you will please me, and we will both please
you."

Then she whispered in Kiro's ear, and had her release me. Kiro
straddled my face, looking excited and hopeful. She face Mia as
she straddled my hips. And they both sank down together. My
tongue began to stroke along Kiro's sex, tasting her clean sweet
nectar. Mia sank down on my shaft and engulfed me with a satin
glove. Then they began to sigh in unison. 

I found Kiro like to be touched like Mia in many ways, but where
Mia would flinch when I first licked her button, Kiro would rub
herself against my mouth. Where Mia liked me to run my tongue in
long stripes between her labia, Kiro preferred to have my tongue
thrusting into her. And I learned they both came when I nibbled
their clits lightly. 

Kiro came first, her beautiful song again filling the room. She
slid off and kissed me lovingly, then lay her head on my belly,
watching as Mia stroke up and down my shaft. Then she reached out
and began to caress Mia's button as she moved. In no time, she
had Mia gasping and grunting, sliding up and down ever faster.
Then Mia let out an animal counterpoint to Kiro's song, and
slammed herself against my pelvis. Her vaginal walls clenched my
shaft, and I followed her over the edge. Her climax undulated
over me, drawing my juices from the very bottom of my loins. Then
she collapsed slowly to my chest. And I watched as Mia and Kiro
kissed lovingly, then both turned to kiss me just as sweetly.


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