The next morning started early. Annita groaned, taking stock of herself, and blinking the sleep from her eyes. Looking to her left, she saw Kat’s face resting gently on the pillow.
The brunette was snoring heavily and drooling out the corner of her mouth. A smile crossed her lips as some unknown dream played out in the woman’s mind.
Next, Ann looked for Rosalyn. She wasn’t where she ended the night, nestled between the two fighters. Craning her neck, she looked down and found the source of the warmth around her waist. The Druid had somehow flipped herself upside down and under the blankets. Lifting the blanket, Ann got a great view of a fluffy white bush and black labia nestled between spread, plush thighs. She felt her cock twitch at the sight, and considered taking advantage of the situation, but decided against it. That was until she moved her hips.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt fingers shift inside her. She looked down further, seeing an ebony arm wrapped around her own olive thigh. Shifting, she heard Rosalyn groan, and her arms tightening, causing her fingers to tighten, doing nothing to help her position.
“What the?” Ann heard from underneath the blanket. “How did I end up here? And this?” she felt the fingers pulled from inside her, and clenched her thighs, trying to trap them. “Oh, sorry!” Rosalyn squeaked, putting them back in and making Ann gasp again. “Didn’t know you were awake. Don’t know how I got here. I just had this awesome dream of us, and me and you and, well, yeah. Maybe it got a bit real?”
“Don’t stop,” Ann whispered, grinding her hips. “You feel great.”
“Oh, really? I… huh, didn’t think you’d be ok with this. You sure? I guess you are, if that’s what you’re say-hrmmmf.” Ann silenced Rosalyn, wrapping her thighs around the woman’s head, pulling her face in.
She felt the smooth, hard surfaces of her horns against her thighs, and shifted to better grip the woman.
Rosalyn let out a muffled cry of surprise, but soon enough, she felt the fingers recede to be replaced by a tongue. The little lamb also shifted, rolling over on top of her lover, giving her a less awkward position to continue.
Ann took full advantage, curling her torso so she could get close enough, she ran a lick up Rosalyn’s folds. The shivering moan she got out of it was perfection as she dove further into her task.
To her side, Kat stirred, woken grumpily by the noise. “Feck, already?” she groaned. Ann met her gaze out of the corner of her eyes, not wanting to relinquish her position. “Horny mutt, at least ‘elp me too,” Kat pouted, shifting herself closer.
Ann felt her left hand taken and being placed between strong thighs. She tried to apologise, but only managed to mumble into Rosalyn. The Druid, consequently, moaned into her own depths, causing a cycle of pleasure. She began desperately fingering her girlfriend with her hand. It wasn’t easy, trying to pleasure both women at once, but Ann was determined to do it right.
Pulling back for a breath, she let out a throaty moan as Rosalyn found her g-spot, the sensitive nerves sending a bright flash of pleasure through her, before diving back in. She felt her cock struggling under Rosalyn’s weight, twitching and drooling pre-cum, and teased by the woman’s weight on it.
Kat’s breathing was also laboured. She’d found the woman’s sensitive spots and was using every bit of her
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skill to abuse them.
They were all close. It was a race against time, and the inherent lewdness of how quickly they’d gone from sleeping to fucking had put Ann well down the road to her own climax.
With a cry, Katlyn came first, legs locking as her insides tightened over Ann’s fingers. She felt the trembles and the wonderful flood of fluids coating her hand as she pushed her girlfriend further.
Annita wasn’t far behind. Feeling her own climax hit her, she made sure she would be curling into Rosalyn with every ounce of her strength. She felt her pussy clench over the fingers inside her, the digits suddenly feeling like they were much larger than they were, and her cock exploding between them.
She wasn’t sure what had triggered Rosalyn’s climax, as she was too absorbed in her own, but she felt a wet trickle running down her chin as the Druid shook over her tongue.
After a few seconds of intense climax, the three of them relaxed again.
“Second time ye wake me up wit’ fuckin,” Kat sighed, snuggling up.
“She did this before?” Rosalyn asked as she spun herself on her cum slick stomach, poking her head out from under the blanket, and nestling between Ann’s breasts.
“Hey, you started this,” Ann defended herself. “You’re the one who had two fingers in me while I was sleeping. Not my fault it got me all horny.”
“How the hells did ye even stay asleep after tha’?” Kat asked, incredulous.
“Fuck if I know,” Ann shrugged. “Maybe you two actually wore me out last night? Though I don’t think that was it. I was still hard before we stopped.”
“Could just be a good sleep? I dunno. I’ve had times where I just passed out so hard it was hard to wake me up. Sleep of the dead, my parents called it. Just go to sleep and you’re waking up when you’re waking up. Nothing bad about it, just happens sometimes,” Rosalyn explained, wiggling her head back and forth, pushing her horn tips into Ann’s breasts.
“Ow, ok, that’s really cute, but kinda hurts, love,” Ann complained, pushing her off.
A knock at their door.
“Shite, is it that late already?” Kat asked, checking the window. “Even Bren’s probably still occupied wit’ ‘is fling by now.”
“Who is it?” Ann called, rolling out of bed and using the dirty sheets to clean up the best she could.
“My name is Arthur. Sir Arthur Forgold of the Royal Court,” the man’s rough voice came through the door. “I am here to deliver an urgent missive to princess Katlyn Farragher. It would be best delivered in private, if you would be so accommodating.”
“Shite,” Kat cursed under her breath. “Aye, give us a few tae prepare!” Kat called back.
They scrambled, wiping down the best they could, doing their hair quickly, rinsing what couldn’t be wiped. In about ten minutes, they were at the very least presentable, if not put together. Nodding to her companions, Kat opened the door.
Sir Arthur Forgold was a large, barrel chested human. He wore a fine doublet of blue with the golden symbol of the kingdom embroidered upon his chest. A thick, curly salt and pepper beard complemented the tight curls on top of his head. His skin was a deep, rich green, and wore a stern expression as he regarded Kat.
“Princess,” he greeted her, saluting with his hand over his heart. “It is a pleasure, as always.”
“Arthur,” Kat glowered, standing back and waving him in.
“Still insisting on traipsing around the kingdom, playing mercenary?” He said, looking around the room. “Unbecoming of someone of your station.”
“I’d love tae hear ye say tha’ around me mum,” Kat growled back.
Ann felt the tension between the two. This was clearly an old argument. “So, uh, Sir Forgold,” she interjected, “What brings you here?”
The knight turned his head, brown eyes looking down on her with cold disdain. “At least you have the sense to offer respect. I am not familiar with you, Vulhardrin, your companion, nor your station. This is a discussion for the princess’ ears only. Please leave.”
“Like hell they will,” Kat declared as the man raised an eyebrow. “They stay, end o’ discussion.”
Sighing, the man nodded. “Very well. I apologise for my apparent offence,” he bowed, though his tone was unconvincing. “I have been charged by the General to deliver you a summons. The Queen and King have hereby summoned you, Katlyn Farragher, to the capital. This summons is to be heeded immediately, and they have advised I am to make it clear you will not be declining this time.” As he spoke, he reached into the coat he carried, producing an envelope sealed with wax, handing it to Kat.
The Alfhindur tore it open, unceremoniously, and read the contents. “Understood, ye can wait outside if ye need tae babysit us, or ye can bugger off back tae yer post.”
“As you wish, highness,” Arthur bowed. He trudged out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
“What a dick,” Ann grumbled, turning to Kat. Her girlfriend was standing where she was before, reading over the letter.
“Aye, but I think Polaris chose ‘im fer a reason,” she said, tossing Ann the letter. “He’s a prick, but ‘es not gonna stick ‘is nose intae letters or anythin’.”
Ann took a moment to read.
Dearest Katlyn,
It has been far too long since we last spoke. I trust you and little Bren are doing well, if Candalaria’s did not leave anything out. Your mother and I are healthy and happy, but that is not the reason for this letter. We have heard of your new companion, as you are well aware. Due to her unique circumstances, we deem it best that you return home at once. There are matters to discuss, actions to be taken. Much of what must be said, I dare not put down in writing, lest something inconceivable happen to the delivery.
Please, daughter, know that we love you, and do very much look forward to seeing you and Bren again. Judging by other suggestions offered by our dear friend, we are intrigued by your companion as well.
Best wishes, and all our love,
Orlana Farragher
Kremdol Farragher
“Well, they were more subtle than I thought they’d be with that. Though, them knowing we’re possibly involved, if I’m reading that last bit right, is interesting,” Ann sighed, passing the letter to Rosalyn.
“Aye. Polaris is good friends wit’ the family fer a reason. Not surprised she saw a buddin’ somethin’ between us. Feck, talkin’ about tha’ an’ now Rosalyn, not sayin I don’t love ye,” she clarified hastily. “Just gonna make things more complicated. I’ll deal wit’ it, though.”
“No,” Rosalyn disagreed. “You won’t. We will. Right? I mean, that’s kinda what being girlfriends means and all. Gotta do stuff together for the rest of us even if it’s kinda shitty and sucky at times. Didn’t think I’d ever be meeting the King and Queen, though, but I guess I should have after starting to get intimate with you? We only solidified that we’re girlfriends last night, so this is still kinda a huge thing for me. Just, wow, royalty.” She paused for a breath, looking at the other two.
“Yeah, not sure I’m really prepared for royalty, either,” Ann admitted. “Not like I have much of a choice, but help a girl, uh, futa out with some of the finer details?”
“Futa?” Kat asked, cocking her head in a way that made her long ears bounce adorably.
“Oh, term from my time. A Japanese word for a hermaphrodite. Sounds better than herm, and was a label for some art of those people. Just kinda what I’m using, I guess?”
“Gotcha, so aye, we’ll be takin’ a train as soon as we pick up Bren. Gotta check out first. Arthur’s gonna be joinin’ us, I have no doubt. Bastard’s got a yard long stick up ‘is arse. Sorry, don’t think we’ve got enough time tae get an order in tae replace yer sword.”
“It’s fine. If we’re headed to the capital, I know we’ll find a good smith there,” Ann waved her concern off. “Still trying to decide on that skill, though, so no rush.”
“All right, let’s actually get cleaned up an’ get goin’. We’ll check Bren’s room first, then head out.”
They took a quick bath, more utilitarian than Kat and Ann’s usual routine, and dressed in their travelling gear.
“Oh, crap!” Rosalyn exclaimed. “My clothes! We ordered them before we left, and Nolton probably has them ready.”
“Tha’ actually gives us some time. One sec,” Kat said, raising a finger, then skipping to the door. “Sir Arthur?” she called in a singsong tone that was a hair away from mocking. “We ‘ave an order fer some clothes wit’ Nolton in town. Would ye be so kind as tae pick it up fer us? Oh, an’ I ‘ave some armour tha’ should be ready from Jeb. Trade district. Shouldn’t be hard tae find. We’ll be ready on yer return.”
“My pleasure,” the knight responded, though Ann couldn’t see his reaction. Heavy thumps of boots as he walked down the stair echoed through the doorway.
“By the way, is he human? He doesn’t have the tusks, but his skin’s all green,” Ann asked.
“Half. Mum’s a Thrundol, Da’s a Human. Not important right now, though. Let’s get Bren.”
They crowded out of the room and knocked on the opposite door to Bren’s suite. After a moment, the door handle clicked and turned, and they were greeted by the most disheveled Bren Ann had seen yet. His hair was a mess, wild, dirty blond strands standing at odd angles complemented his tired eyes. He was also shirtless, and his lower half was covered by a hastily secured towel.
“Good morning, everyone,” he greeted them cooly. “Not often that you are the ones to wake me. What is the matter?”
“Not in the hallway. Let us in,” Kat whispered.
“That may be a problem. June is still present. Would you give me some time to see her off properly?” He asked.
Giving him a nod, Kat backed off, and he closed the door.
The three of them stood around awkwardly for about fifteen minutes, honestly considering heading back to their room, before the door opened again and June exited.
“Oh, it’s you three,” she said, smiling brightly. The woman was practically glowing, and all three of her eyes shone as she grinned. “I get that you all have some important stuff to talk about. Some emergency or another. I’ll get out of your hair. Hope to see you around again!” She waved to them as she walked away, hurrying down the stairs.
As they entered, Bren pulled a shirt on.
“God damn, what did you do to her?” Ann whistled, taking a seat on the floor. “Girl had a practically visible afterglow.”
“Like I have said, a gentleman-“
“Doesn’t kiss and tell, yeah, I know,” Ann sighed, nodding. “Still, good on you.”
“Thank you. Now, I trust this is an actual emergency, otherwise dear Katlyn would still be snoring away happily.”
“Aye. Feck ye, but aye,” Kat laughed. “Arthur’s ‘ere. Got sent by Polaris tae deliver a summons from Ma an’ Pa. Polaris gave ‘er an’ we’re expected back in the capital as soon as possible. Honestly, expected.”
“Yes, that sounds correct. It would have been nice to have a day to recover from travel, but time is constantly moving.” Bren sighed, beginning to move around the room, collecting his things. “Did they say anything specific in the letter?”
“Nae, just tha’ they know about Annita’s situation, an’ tha’ Polaris suspects we’re entangled.”
“Well, she is an excellent judge of people. I am not surprised she figured you two out at a glance,” Bren chuckled. “Though Rosalyn is going to be a fun surprise.”
“Yer definition o’ fun an’ mine can be pretty godsdamned different, Bren,” Kat grinned ruefully.
“Should I be worried?” Rosalyn asked, rocking in place where she sat beside Ann. “You two seem to be making a big deal of all this and I’m not sure if I’m going to be in trouble, or make trouble, or just be a problem? I don’t want to be a problem. Not for the royal family or anything. Gods, I think I’d die on the spot.”
“No, no,” Bren reassured her. “It is not that you will be a problem. You three have solidified your relationship then, I take it?” he asked Kat.
She nodded in reply, a blush creeping down her ears.
“Well, congratulations, first off. Second off, it is just that such a relationship is uncommon. Orlana will not only be surprised by one girlfriend, but two. It may be a slight shock.”
“Eh, she knows me preferences fer women. Not sure exactly how much the number o’ women is gonna matter,” Kat shrugged. “Just be ready fer some questions, Rosalyn. I’ll try tae ‘ave Da’ ask ‘em. He’s gentler wit’ his words. Ma’ll probably freak ye out if she gets started.”
“Okay,” Rosalyn said quietly, a hand reaching to clutch at Anns.
“Is Arthur still present?” Bren asked, putting away the last of his supplies in his pack.
“Nae, should be back soon, though. Went down tae Nolton’s tae pick up Rosalyn’s clothes. Feck, thos’re ‘is steps,” she grumbled as she and Ann both heard the heavy footfalls long before the other two could. “Fecker moves fast.”
“Well, let us not keep him waiting and further spoil his likely foul mood after chatting with you,” Bren teased Kat. He donned his robes, secured his wand, hefted his pack, and opened the door.
Arthur was waiting, carrying a package wrapped in plain brown paper and a ribbon, with a card wedged into it.
“I trust these are yours,” he said, handing the package to Ann.
“Nope, hers,” she said, pointing to Rosalyn.
Sighing, he offered the package to Rosalyn, who took it without a word.
“As long as everyone is prepared, let us leave,” he said, turning and walking before any response could be given.
Kat shot them all an apologetic look, shrugging as she made to follow the Knight.
“Never been on a train with a man who hated my guts that much,” Ann said to Rosalyn, following behind quickly.
“And for no reason, as well,” Rosalyn whispered, just loud enough for Kat and Ann to hear. “Well, maybe not no reason, but no reason I know of.”
“At least he doesn’t know what I did to Kat last night,” Ann whispered back, grinning happily as she watched Kat’s ears turning red again.
❤️Chapter 57: Royal Summons
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