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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: Conclave of Conspiracy
Universe: Narlass Chronicles
Summary: Roquan hosts a Conclave to rally support against the Emperor;
Amanda's training is not what she expected, even less so when the
Conclave commences. And there is the mysterious foreign merchant ...

Part: 20 of 33
Keywords: MF, Mf, mf, Ff, ff, Mdom, Fdom, toys, bd, rom, magic, oral,
1st, spank

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2006

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Roquan politely but firmly turned away both Rennis and Doran when they
came to his quarters early in the morning. He did not offer them any
excuse whatsoever despite their puzzled looks. This was his Manor. It
was time he began to assert some more control over it. He had no need
to justify his actions.

He had Amanda summoned to him, as he had the previous two mornings. For
the first time in his memory, he actually felt anxious about meeting
with one of his slaves.

Amanda arrived, escorted by Sirinna as always. Sirinna gave her master
a warm smile as she handed the chain to him, and quickly took her
leave. Amanda appeared surprised to see the Overlord here. Normally,
she was simply brought to his bath and prepared for her continued
Presenting to the Overlords.

Instead, Roquan appeared to consider Amanda for a few moments in
silence. She looked back at him, slightly nonplussed. Finally, Roquan
bid her to turn around and removed first the restraints and then her
chain, putting both aside.

Amanda glanced towards the inner chamber, and then returned her gaze to
Roquan.

Roquan's eyes swept over her. She was so very different from his other
slaves. He could see it just in the way she carried herself when she
stood. There was that remaining trace of independence that he would
never train out of her.

And now, ironically, he was about to come to depend upon it.

Yet even after having decided on this course of action, he was loathe
to commit to it. He stepped away from Amanda for a moment to retrieve
the goblet of wine he had filled just prior to her arrival. He normally
did not drink in the mornings unless he had company, but he made an
exception in this case.

He paused to take a long sip. He was still reconsidering even now.

Amanda began to wonder now if she had done something wrong. Was he to
punish her now? Had he heard how she had spoken so sharply to her
Trainer the day before? Or perhaps he approved of what Freya had done
to her and was disappointed that she did not act properly?

He finally turned to her and took a breath. "Amanda, do you recall when
you were given to Master Trennan?"

Amanda slowly nodded. "Yes, master." A pause. "Was he not pleased with
me?"

"He was. That is not why I asked."

Amanda nodded again and remained silent, though it was obvious to
Roquan that she was curious now.

"When you were with him, another Overlord visited him. One called
Berin."

"Yes, master."

Roquan hesitated again and turned away, raising the goblet. "It is my
understanding," he said as he idly swirled the wine around. "That he
and Trennan had a discussion of some import."

Amanda said nothing. He had not asked her a question.

Finally, Roquan did. "Is this true, Amanda?"

"Yes, master," she said cautiously.

Silence for a very long moment. Roquan stared into his goblet, took a
long sip again, and took another deep breath. In a low, slightly
strained voice, he said, "Tell me what was said."

Amanda's eyes widened in surprise.

Roquan turned when Amanda did not answer. "I wish you to obey me,
Amanda. Tell me what was said between the two Overlords."

Amanda met his cool gaze with her own steady and resolute one. "I
can't, master."

"And why is that?"

"Mistress Sirinna said I am to be loyal. I ... I can't repeat what I
hear from others."

Roquan looked about to bristle at her, but subsided. He let his breath
go through his nose. "I suppose I should commend you for remembering
that."

"Thank you, master."

He stepped towards her, lowering his goblet. "The fact of the matter
remains, however, that I still wish you to tell me what I want to
know."

Amanda was confused. She glanced off to the side, as if expecting
Sirinna to pop in and tell her what to do. "But, master ... I don't
understand ..."

"Amanda, it is very simple. I am your Overlord. You are my slave. I am
giving you an order and expect it to be obeyed. Do not read any more
into it than that."

Amanda's heart raced. She lifted her gaze to him again. "Why?"

Roquan looked taken aback. "I beg your pardon?"

"Why do you want me to tell you, master? Why do you want me to go
against my loyalty?"

The truth of the matter was, Amanda was more than happy to tell him
what she knew. She had had it rolling around in her head since she had
heard it. The memory had not diminished by very much. But she wanted to
know why he was having her break a rule. Roquan never did anything like
this before. There had to be a reason behind it.

Roquan stared at her with narrowed gaze. To his frustration, the old
defiance was back in Amanda's eyes.

"Your loyalty to your Overlord is more important in this case," he said
evenly.

"That's not how it was explained to me."

"That is enough explanation for you."

"No, it isn't, master."

Roquan simply stared at her.

Amanda's heart thumped. She was pushing him hard. She knew that it was
likely she was already in trouble, but she could not stop herself. She
felt she had endured enough these last two days that she deserved
something for it.

Amanda dared to speak again, her voice soft. "Master, how do I know
this is not a test you have devised?"

Roquan raised an eyebrow. "A test?"

"Yes, master, a test. I'm ... I'm difficult to train. You said it
yourself. I was a challenge. Those were your exact words. So why
wouldn't you test me? It makes sense. And if that's the case, master, I
don't want to fail this test."

Roquan suddenly found himself admiring the girl. That was far more
logical thinking than he expected from his slaves. Not that his slaves
were stupid. He loathed taking Captives that were less than average in
intelligence. But their thought processes were not geared towards it.
It reminded him why he went against tradition and tried to train her in
the first place.

He also had to give her credit for wanting to do the right thing. She
wanted to make the effort, at least. He could not fault her for that.

"I will assure you now, this is not a test," Roquan said in a lower
voice. "I find your desire to remain true to your training to be
admirable."

"Then I don't understand why you are asking me this, master."

"An Overlord is under no obligation to explain his actions to his
slaves."

Amanda said nothing in response to this.

"I have attempted to be lenient with you, Amanda. But I must warn you
that any continued disobedience from this point on will not be
tolerated and will result in punishment."

"You would punish me for violating a rule a slave is supposed to
follow, master?"

"This is not about rules!" Roquan snapped, her recalcitrance finally
taxing his patience. "This is about vital information I require from
you."

Amanda noted his choice of words. "Vital" information. This was
important to him.

He could punish her for disobeying him. But he could not punish the
information out of her. If she chose not to divulge it, there was
nothing he could do about it. For the first time in a long while, she
felt like she had control again.

At the same time, she was realistic. She knew she could not make
arbitrary demands of him. But she could at least get him to treat her
like an equal for a short time.

"Master," she said in an unfailingly polite voice. "Could you please
tell me why you need this information?"

Roquan's eyes blazed anger for a moment, but he did not let it go any
further than that. When he spoke again, his voice was icy, but not
raised. "You would ask this despite what I have just said about being
under no obligation to answer."

"Yes, master."

Roquan heard the unspoken corollary: just as she was under no
obligation to tell him what he wanted to know.

Damn this girl! He found himself wishing she had had the Draught!

"Master, does this have anything to do with when you said you suspected
the intentions of the other Overlords?"

Roquan paused. Some of his anger faded.

/Hellfire/, he thought. /She is indeed a very clever girl./

Another unspoken question had been asked: if had been willing to share
his thoughts with his slave then, why not again now?

He spoke in a careful, measured voice. "Amanda, when I stated that your
loyalty to your Overlord is important, I meant it. You must never
reveal anything we speak about in this chamber."

Amanda nodded quickly. "Yes, master."

"Do you know what this Conclave is about?"

"No, master."

"It is about the Emperor. And what he tried to do."

Amanda's eyes widened a touch at this, but she said nothing in comment.

She had known it was an Imperial agent that had posed as a slave and
tried to kidnap Sirinna. Yet her anger over it had always been directed
at Yanna. Yanna was someone she had trusted, someone to whom she had
been close. The Emperor was more a concept to her than a person. She
bore him no particular ill will.

Yet Roquan was upset enough about it to call this Conclave? There was
something bigger going on than this, but she doubted he would tell her
that much.

"I wish to have the Overlords confront the Emperor on this matter,"
Roquan continued. "I need support from the other Overlords to do this."

"And you need to know what I heard for this?"

"Support comes in many forms."

Amanda nodded. She understood perfectly. He was /buying/ support.
Suddenly, Narlass did not seem all that different from Earth.

"So I will ask you one more time. Tell me what you heard."

Amanda paused, but this time to collect her thoughts. "I heard Master
Berin and Master Trennan making some sort of deal."

"This I suspected. Do you remember what Berin offered?"

"It was wine. And brandy."

Roquan furrowed his brow. "Brandy? But Doran does not make brandy."

"It wasn't a brand called Doran. He seemed to think it was better than
that."

"Master Doran," Roquan corrected. "He is another Overlord. He is also
the only source of fine wine in Oceanus."

Amanda paused again, her eyes darting as she chased down a memory.
"Master, I think I remember him saying it was not from Oceanus. I think
he said it was from, uh, Col ... Col-something."

Roquan's eyebrows shot up. "/Colos?/ He offered him Colosi wine?"

"Colosi. Yes, master, that was it. And the brandy as well. I think
master Trennan particularly liked that."

Little wonder that he did! It was no longer a mystery at all to Roquan
why Trennan abandoned his offer without giving him so much as the time
of day. There truly was no way that Roquan could top something like
that. Not without offering something even more exotic and foreign.

"Is there anything else you heard, Amanda?" Roquan asked in a tired
voice.

"Um ..."

Roquan turned fully towards Amanda, sensing the hesitation in her
voice. "Yes?"

Amanda's mind raced. Should she tell him? Should she say something
disparaging about an Overlord?

/I suspect the intentions of the other Overlords./

/The civilized man follows the rules; the wise man knows when the break
them./

Amanda swallowed. "Yesterday, when you brought me to Master Gronnus ...
when we went inside ... Mistress Freya was there."

Roquan considered this. "And did they speak on some matter?"

"No, master. He didn't stay."

"He didn't ..." Roquan paused. His eyes grew hard.

"He ... he gave me to Mistress Freya, master."

Roquan's eyes went from merely hard to blazing anger. The transition
was so abrupt that Amanda actually backed up a step from him in fear.

"No, Amanda," he said, his voice strained but calm. "I am not angry
with you at all."

"I couldn't tell her no, master ..."

"I know. You did as you should. You are not at fault for this ... this
... " Roquan managed to stop himself before he said anything
disparaging himself, but just barely. He had to take a deep breath to
calm himself.

Once she realized who the target of his anger was, Amanda felt
relieved. It removed any further doubt from her mind that Freya had
indeed done something wrong. It also helped loosen her tongue.

"Master, there's .... there's something else you should know about
Mistress Freya."

Roquan gave her a stony look and nodded once.

"When she first had me, she ... I /think/ she tried to get me to talk
about my life before coming to Narlass."

Roquan remained silent for a long moment. "Are you quite sure of this?"

"Yes, master. I didn't fall for it. I stuck with the story that I had
had the Draught, as you told me."

What she did not tell him was that she had slipped just a little.
Possibly it was enough to make Freya suspicious, but she did not want
to risk Roquan's reaction if she told him. It was better for him to
think she was blameless at the moment.

"Is there anything else you need to tell me, Amanda?"

"Mistress Freya ... used something on me."

"If this is about the Naiduna, I am aware of this."

"No, master, this is something else. She ... it ... it was some kind of
sex toy. Something Master Gronnus had. It was very odd. It made me cum.
Continuously. It ..."

"Contraband," Roquan said flatly, his voice one of forced calm.

"Master?"

"Contraband, Amanda. That is what Gronnus brought into my Manor. If
this happens again ... with /any/ Overlord ... you will tell me at
once."

Amanda nodded quickly, and then looked curiously at Roquan as his anger
turned to intense concern. It was as close to real worry as she had
ever seen from him.

"When Freya used this on you ... did she say anything to you about it?"

"Just that she used it as a reward for her own slaves. She seemed to
believe I should enjoy it the same way."

Roquan did not respond to this immediately. Now Amanda was sure she saw
a troubled look in those eyes.

"Unfortunately, I didn't enjoy it. I had to have her stop, master."

"Yes, I understand."

"Why would she think that something like that would be enjoyable if
..."

"I believe that's all I need from you at the moment," Roquan said
quickly. He turned away to retrieve the chain and restraints. "I will
not be Presenting you further this day. I will instead take you back to
Sirinna ... You deserve a rest."

Amanda blinked at this, surprised. "Thank you, master."

"You must not let anyone know we spoke of these things. Not even
Sirinna. Do I make myself clear on this?"

Amanda nodded again, though inwardly she balked at not being able to
say anything to Sirinna about it. There was still something about all
this that bothered her, and she was not sure what it was. At the
moment, she was simply grateful for a respite from what the Overlords
had been putting her through.

At the same time, she wondered why Roquan seemed uncomfortable when she
started speaking to him about what Freya had said to her. She could not
help but think that she was still not being told the entire story.



Doran walked away from Roquan's quarters with heavy footfalls, a look
of frustration on his face. Just as he turned onto the main path,
Rennis came up to him.

"He is still refusing to see me!" Doran thundered, throwing up his
arms.

Rennis narrowed his eyes and looked past the other Overlord. "That's
very unusual for him, Doran. Perhaps if I talked to him."

Rennis started past Doran, but Doran stepped in front of him and pushed
him back. "He made it very clear he did not wish to be disturbed by
anyone, and that includes you."

Rennis made a face. "You can't be serious."

"I do not understand it any more than you do!" Doran declared. "We've
lost Trennan! We must regroup from this defeat and find a means of
offsetting it best we can. The longer we delay, the more likely Gronnus
will be able to force an early vote! Gah! I've never seen such an
apathetic, self-indulgent group of ..."

"Easy, easy!" Rennis urged in a low but urgent voice.

Up the road, another Overlord approached them, on his way towards the
merchant bazaar. Doran calmed himself enough to force a smile and a
polite nod as he went on his way.

"And you were the one counseling Roquan on such behavior," Rennis said
with a smirk.

"Oh, shut up! Surely you see it yourself. Most of the Overlords are
more interested in the merchants than this Conclave. From what I know
of past Conclaves, you could always find at least a few willing to
debate the topic, and sometimes quite hotly as well! What is /wrong/
with these people?"

Rennis sighed and gave the other Overlord a humorless smirk. He had
started to see it himself. He knew Overlords were a rather staid lot,
but never like this. Perhaps Roquan was right after all. The Overlords
of Oceanus had indeed become too complacent, too concerned with the
status quo and toeing the line.

"So what are you going to do?" Rennis asked.

"Well, nothing, now! I had some good ideas for some other deals we
could make, but I need him for that."

"Perhaps you should go make them yourself."

Doran was already shaking his head. "I've told Roquan and now I'll tell
you. It has to come from him. If it came from anyone else, it would
weaken his position. He must look as if cares about his case."

"He /does/ care about it. That's what's frustrating to him, and frankly
now me. I'm starting to wish as he does, that he didn't have to jump
through all these hoops in order to accomplish what he wants."

Doran thought hard for a moment. "All right. Give me a few days to
think up some more deals. Then we'll force a Full Conclave."

Rennis nodded uneasily. A Full Conclave was a maneuver usually reserved
for the host, thought technically any Overlord could call for one.
Roquan had the right to demand once during the proceedings that all
Overlords attend the next daily gathering. No one was exempted, and the
only discussion allowed was on the merits of the case.

It was not exercised lightly. Overlords did not care for being bossed
around, and the one that called a Full Conclave often drew some ire
from the others. Yet it was a viable tactic for getting an issue on the
table.

Rennis knew Doran must be desperate if he were suggesting this. Yet
Rennis could see no alternative either.

"Rennis, nothing about this Conclave is going as expected. Nothing! I
wish I knew ..."

"Wait a minute, Doran," Rennis said, his gaze distracted by something
past Doran and off to the side. "Take a look over there."

Doran frowned and turned his head.

The two of them spied a lanky, dark-haired young man approach Roquan's
quarters and knock at the door. After a short wait, he opened the door
and let himself in, closing it behind him.

"Now what in hellfire was that about?" Doran demanded. "Who was that?"

"I think that was the merchant that visited Roquan the other day."

"And why does he rate an invite and we do not? What game is Roquan
playing?"

Rennis did not know. But even with as little information as he had, he
did not like what he was seeing.



The Wanderer listened. He was very good at this. He let the Overlord
speak without interruption, holding his tongue until the request had
been made. When Roquan was done, Jollis appeared to ponder
thoughtfully, his face holding an expression of polite introspection.
He knew he must not appear too eager or too quick with the solution,
even though he had been preparing for this very moment all along.

"I believe I can help you, your Lordship," Jollis finally said in
carefully measured tones.

"Can you procure more Colosi wine and brandy to counter Overlord
Berin's offer?"

Jollis allowed himself a small smile. "Ah, yes, counter his offer with
a larger quantity. This can work. But ... would it not be better for
the deal to offer something better?"

Roquan looked oddly at the merchant. "/Better/ than Colosi?"

"Indeed, your Lordship. Do you believe Overlord Trennan will be
amendable to, say ... aged Urisi brandy?"

Roquan stared. "You are not serious. Please, confine yourself to items
which you can actually produce."

"But I can indeed produce this if you wish it. As I have told you
before, my esteemed Overlord, I have very good contacts."

"Urisi brandy ... let alone /aged/ brandy ... is some of the most
highly sought after liquor on Narlass," Roquan declared loudly. "How
can you produce this on demand?"

"It will indeed take a little time to arrange for a full delivery,
understandably. However, if it would please you, I can Farview a runner
in a nearby town. He is keeping a small supply of that brandy safe for
me. I can have him deliver a single bottle so that I may prove to you
that I can obtain these goods."

Normally, to suggest that a merchant could not deliver on something he
offered was an insult. Even Clanless merchants had a strong sense of
pride, and had this been Uridon, the Clan Leader would have felt rather
slighted. Jollis, however, let it slide. His real mission was far more
important to let a point of protocol disrupt it.

And planting the idea that he had actual runners nearby would allay
suspicion later. Merchants sometimes employed individuals that traveled
in areas nearby to the merchant. Their job was exactly what Jollis had
proposed for his fictitious one: deliver small amounts of goods,
services, or information on a day's notice or less.

Roquan appeared deeply thoughtful now. Good. Jollis was quite pleased.

"Just how much brandy could you procure, Jollis?" the Overlord finally
asked.

"To properly counter the offer you have described to me, your Lordship,
and to make it difficult for it to be countered again, I would suggest
two hundred bottles."

"Two hundred? You can deliver that much?"

"In due time, yes. It will most definitely be available by the time the
Conclave has concluded. Trennan will be able to take it when he
leaves." Jollis smiled. "Surely that will impress him further? He will
have it in his hands when he leaves, as opposed to delivering it to his
Manor at a later date."

"And how much will this cost me?"

Jollis paused. He knew the financial straits of this Overlord. He also
suspected that others were improving his supply of platinum and goods,
from what had been rumored. "Let us settle on that later," he said
carefully. "I do promise you a fair price, your Lordship."

Roquan hesitated. "Are you quite sure of that? Is it not customary to
conclude the deal up front?"

Jollis' smile widened. "Ah, but this is rather unconventional, is it
not? And some say I am a most unconventional merchant. It works out,
one would think."

Roquan's lips curled into a tiny smile. "Perhaps that is true, Jollis.
How soon do you think you can have a bottle of this brandy delivered to
you?"

"By first light tomorrow, if I contact him immediately."

"Very good. I fear that I will need to show Trennan that bottle myself
to convince him that I can actually procure it."

"Then we have a deal, your Lordship?"

Roquan paused a moment, then gave a single nod of his head. "We have a
deal, Merchant Jollis."

"Most excellent," Jollis said brightly. "I am pleased. And I daresay
you will be as well."

"I certainly hope so, Jollis. I cannot begin to express to you how
important this deal is to me."

There was no need for the Overlord to do such a thing. Jollis already
knew how important it was, and in many more ways than Roquan would ever
realize.



When Amanda had been brought back to Sirinna that morning, she was sure
that her mistress would put her immediately back to her training. After
all, why waste a morning? Had she not been Presented, this is precisely
what she would have been doing.

Instead, Sirinna was strangely silent after Roquan had left. When
Amanda tried to say something, Sirinna simply shook her head and raised
a finger to her lips. She then gestured for Amanda to turn around.

Puzzled, Amanda did as she was told, and to her surprise, the
restraints were removed. She was sure that Sirinna would just leave
them on and bring her to the Circle. Then the chain was removed, but as
Amanda was about to turn, Sirinna placed her hands on Amanda's
shoulders and stopped her.

"Just stand still for a short while," Sirinna whispered into Amanda's
ear. There was a husky cadence to it.

"Aren't we going to continue my training this morning, mistress?"

Sirinna slipped her hands around Amanda's waist. "Not now, Amanda. And
... you don't have to call me mistress for a little while."

"I don't? But ... oh ..."

Sirinna's hands slid slowly and sensuously over Amanda's body, first up
her sides, then back down over her hips and past them to her thighs.
Amanda let a small sigh escape from her lips. The touch was simply
pleasant at first. She closed her eyes and leaned back into her lover,
enjoying the feel of Sirinna's body against her own.

Amanda had so missed this. Simple affection and comfort. They had gone
far too long without it.

Sirinna's hands grew steadily bolder. Sliding up Amanda's sides, they
teased the sides of her breasts, fingers pressing into them just enough
to make them jiggle against her chest. Back down again, and they
slipped forward, growing closer to Amanda's sex each time. Then
backward, light caresses playing over Amanda's backside.

Amanda felt Sirinna kiss her neck lightly. She tilted her head to the
side in acceptance. Her lips parted as she let go another sigh, this
one needful as well as content. When Sirinna's hands moved up again,
her fingers gently cupped Amanda's breasts.

Despite how much raw sex she had had over the past few days, Amanda
needed this from Sirinna so badly that she responded to her lover's
touch quickly. When Sirinna's fingers played with Amanda's nipples,
they were already growing firm with her growing arousal and
anticipation. Amanda uttered a tiny moan, craving more of Sirinna's
caress.

"Sirinna, I've missed this ... I've missed this so badly ..."

"I know, love. So have I."

Sirinna swirled her fingertips against Amanda's nipples. Amanda
shuddered, a low, whimpering moan escaping from between her parted
lips. Her feet slid apart, almost of their own accord, the heat growing
between her legs. Sirinna let one of her hands drop from her lover's
breast, and teased Amanda with furtive, light touches around her thighs
and near the apex of her sex.

"Oh, gods, Sirinna ..." Amanda moaned.

But to Amanda's initial disappointment, Sirinna withdrew both her
hands. Instead, she bid Amanda to turn around. As she did, Sirinna slid
her arms around Amanda once more and drew her close. Amanda let out a
small, excited sigh as their bodies came together, and then another
soft moan as their lips touched.

Amanda tilted her head and returned her lover's kiss. She drew her
breath in sharply when she felt Sirinna's fingers sink into her wet
folds. She moaned deeply into the kiss, panting as Sirinna's fingers
moved in slow but firm strokes.

Amanda grew desperate to return the gesture. She slipped a hand between
them and over Sirinna's mound. Sirinna's breath quickened, Amanda's
fingers making a very wet sound as they slid into Sirinna's pussy.

The two of them stood clutching at each other's mound, stroking faster
and harder, their pants rising, their bodies writhing against each
other. Finally, it was Sirinna that broke the kiss of first. "Oh gods
..." she murmured in a badly quavering voice. "I-I didn't realize just
how much I had missed this as well ..."

Sirinna was delighted. It could still do it. This expression of their
love could still make her as shaky as a new Captive.

"We better ... uhhhn ... b-better take this to the bed, Sirinna,"
Amanda moaned. "U-unless you want me to cum right here ..."

Sirinna chuckled softly. "Maybe I do," she whispered into Amanda's ear.

"What? But ... oh ... oh, Sirinna ... oh gods! ..."

Sirinna's fingers eased into Amanda's tunnel. Amanda panted wildly, and
tried to do the same thing to Sirinna, until the both of them were
moaning loudly.

"We'll take the next one more slowly," Sirinna panted. "I promise."

"O-okay ... ohhh ... "

"Amanda, yes, that's nice ... more ... faster ..."

Neither one of them became capable of speech after this, fingers
squishing against each other's wet cunts. They both rose and then
soared, their bodies shaking with the need for release. Finally, each
one was frantically stroking the other's slot, each driven by her own
need and the excitement of bringing her lover to release.

Amanda crested first, crying out in pleasure as she throbbed. Her
fingers pressed harder into Sirinna's slot and triggered her lover's
orgasm next. Amanda could almost feel Sirinna's pussy pulsing under her
fingers.

They kissed one more time as their shared climax faded, each pressing
her fingers to the other until they were played out. Sirinna smiled
affectionately at Amanda and took her hand.

This was the first time that Amanda had shared Sirinna's bed outside of
meals for far too long. It was wonderful just to be able to snuggle up
with Sirinna on the soft furs as the breeze blew in off the ocean from
the window behind the bed. They hugged and kissed, growing steadily
more passionate as their desire returned.

When their need had been rekindled fully, Sirinna surprised Amanda by
embracing her young lover and rolling on the bed until Amanda was on
top. It was as if Sirinna were tacitly giving control to her charge,
even though from the way they smiled at each other, they knew it was
mutual pleasure that they both sought.

Amanda turned herself around. Sirinna opened her legs eagerly and slid
her hands around Amanda's hips, drawing them down towards her face
willingly. Very soon, each nuzzled at the the other's mound, tongues
exploring tender, wet flesh. There was no hurry, no sense of urgency.
Movements were measured, slow, and deliberate. Each teased the other's
nub, coaxing it to swell in greater arousal and excitement, until the
most furtive licks sent shudders of pleasure through them.

Small moans rose into the air as their need grew. Tongue and lips grew
bolder, pressing harder against hot flesh. Fingers slid into tight
tunnels. Breathing became ragged as the pleasure intensified, feeding
into the ministrations given to the other. Fingers slid in deeper,
stroking a most sensitive spot as tongues licked with abandon at
straining pussies. Amanda and Sirinna both moaned loudly, each about to
reach a crescendo, neither wanting to get there before the other.

Sirinna was the more skilled of the two of them. She held herself,
straining hard for release, her body trembling. She heard the
high-pitched whimpers as Amanda was ready to orgasm, and found to her
surprise that Amanda was holding back as well! Sirinna was impressed
that Amanda had managed that much control without being taught
extensively.

But Sirinna knew it would not last, and she thrust to fingers hard in
and out of Amanda's cunt.

This was too much for Amanda to hold against. She crested, and Sirinna
let go. Both were cumming at the same time, their pussies throbbing
hard, each moaning and panting loudly in mutual pleasure.

They coaxed each other's orgasm along, making the pleasure last as long
as possible. When it finally faded, both lovers sated, Amanda turned
around and embraced Sirinna tightly. They kissed, tongues sliding past
yielding lips, sharing each other's juices eagerly.

When the kiss ended, Amanda uttered a soft, contented sigh and tucked
her head under Sirinna's chin, clutching at her. "Thank you," Amanda
said softly.

Sirinna smiled and lovingly stroked Amanda's hair. "I needed that as
well, love," she said softly. "I promise it won't be much longer before
we can go back to doing this every night."

Amanda was grateful for this for another reason. It helped remove some
guilt she had been feeling. She had found herself anticipating Jollis'
nightly visits to her almost as much as she had looked forward to her
time with Sirinna. It was not the same kind of anticipation; Amanda did
not view Jollis as a lover like Sirinna. But it still had bothered her
that she had found this other interest at all.

So much was going on that Amanda did not completely understand. Now in
this moment of relaxation, some of it tried to crystallize in her head.
She kept coming back to Freya and that toy of hers, and Roquan's
reaction to it. What had she missed? She felt she was on the verge of a
discovery of some sort.

It both excited her and worried her at the same time.



This time there would be no mistakes.

Jollis waited until he saw that Herdon was otherwise occupied. He did
not trust the merchant to heed his warning. The more he learned of the
man, the more he understood that Herdon was far more dangerous that he
had given the man credit for. It was quite possible that Herdon could
indeed follow him undetected if the man put his mind to it, now that
Herdon knew Jollis was on his guard.

Jollis slipped out of the merchant camp and into the thick of the
forest that surrounded the perimeter, extracting a blue pearl from his
pocket. He left it concealed in his closed hand until he was out of
sight of the camp.

He found a small open space, just large enough. The trees closed in on
either side of him, the calls of birds and drone of insects loud to his
ears. Nevertheless, his master should hear him well enough.

He took one last look around him, though he knew perfectly well that,
as thick as the trees were around him, he could be observed without
even his skills detecting the attempt. Nevertheless, some risks must be
taken with any mission such as this.

Jollis placed the pearl in the crook of a large branching root near the
base of a tree. He passed his hand over it, straightened, and waited.

It was a short while before an image shimmered into view in the moist
tropical air. Now a man that looked very much like an older version of
Jollis himself stood facing his younger counterpart. The face was aged,
but darkly handsome, and the eyes betrayed patience and wisdom. His
body was clad in a simple, flowing robe.

The older one bowed once. Jollis did so reverently in return.

"Master," Jollis said in a low, respectful voice. "I am of need."

"Speak your need, Wandering Spirit," the man said in a soft, melodic
voice.

"I require aged Urisi brandy. Two hundred bottles. We may use the
merchant we captured from three moons ago."

The wise man nodded, a serene smiled playing across his lips. "And it
was I that had doubted your presence of mind when you suggested we take
him."

"Ah, but I have benefited from your years of teaching, master."

The older man chuckled. "And you still have a smooth tongue, I see."

Jollis smiled. "Use your skills and use them well. Another of your wise
teachings, master."

"And so, now the apprentice teaches the master, hmm? Ah, but it was
inevitable! So be it. I shall see about this at once. Where shall we
deliver it?"

"I have noticed many empty slave quarters on the east side of the
Manor. Perhaps inquire of the slave what she knows of that area."

"It shall be done. I should make it happen by dusk by your reckoning."

Jollis bowed again. "Your humble apprentice thanks you."

"And does the task go well, Wandering Spirit?"

"Indeed, master. I have but one difficulty."

"Oh? Is it something you will need further assistance with?"

Jollis considered carefully. It was a test of sorts. Another teaching
of his master was "always do the most with the least".

"I do not believe so. Not at the moment. I may work through another for
this, if my suspicions are correct."

"Ah, would this be the young girl?"

"Most wise of you, master. Yes, indeed. She is everything we had hoped
for."

"Do you believe her up to the task? Is she up to the challenge?"

"That remains to be seen. Yet I am very hopeful. She is as strong of
will as we had thought. I am optimistic."

The master smiled. "Very good, Wandering Spirit. Please continue at
your task. You continue to honor me and my teachings."

Jollis bowed reverently again, but could not disguise the wide smile on
his face from his master's praise. "I must go now and prepare."

"I will look forward to hearing from you again. To the future."

"To the future, wise one."

Jollis waved his hand and ended the Farview audience.

He quickly retrieved the pearl and tucked it into his pocket. He
started back towards the camp, satisfied that he had set things in
motion as his master had wished.

No sooner had he stepped from the trees when he was confronted with the
business end of a crossbow.

Jollis stopped and smiled serenely at Herdon, in an almost perfect
duplication of his master's smile. "Well met, Merchant Herdon," said
Jollis smoothly. "You have me at a disadvantage."

Herdon kept the crossbow leveled at Jollis. "Do you always go sneaking
off into the forest, Jollis?" he said in a dark voice.

"Do you always point your weapon at a fellow merchant, Herdon?" His
smile did not alter one bit.

There was a long moment of tense silence, and then Herdon slowly
lowered his bow. He scowled at the foreign merchant. "Just what were
you doing back there?"

"That, I am sorry to say my dear Herdon, is not something I am required
to answer."

"That almost makes it sound like you were doing something you weren't
supposed to."

Jollis chuckled. "And what rule might I have broken in the middle of a
dense forest?"

"Then why won't you tell me what you were doing?"

"Ah, but perhaps the simplest answer is the correct one."

Herdon raised a questioning eyebrow.

"I simply do not wish to tell you."

Herdon bristled. "I cannot properly protect this camp when people like
you decide to wander off like that."

"I see. Your motivation is purely one of my safety. I am most
appreciative of this, and I shall be sure to tell the Clan Leader that
you are doing a fine job."

Herdon had to take a deep breath to stop himself from raising the
crossbow again. Instead, he gave the crossbow a jerk back towards the
camp. "Fine. Go about your business."

"Thank you, my esteemed merchant! I am most grateful to hear I have
your leave." Jollis gave Herdon one final smile and a nod of his head
before heading away.

Herdon gritted his teeth, and his finger tightened reflexively around
the trigger.

That was the worst and most infuriating sarcasm of all: delivered
without a single change to the cadence of the voice and nary a flicker
to the eyes. Somehow, Herdon felt that made this man even more
dangerous.
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