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Chapter 10: Cleaning Up

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 think 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.
“OhyesohyesohyesohyesohGGGGOOOODDDEEEESSSSOHHHHSSSWWWEEEETTT
TGGGGOOODDDEEESSSS!!!!” 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.
