beautiful.”
“Thank you, my lord,” Shan smiled looking over her shoulder at Lymee. She brushed her hair over her shoulder to show off more of her back.
They were inside of a large tent having finally finished the day's march. It was freezing outside but the tent was built to keep the heat inside the tent and they were doing their work to generate body heat.
“How long did it take for them to do it?” Lymee asked her fingers tracing the intricate design down her back and circling around her side. Her cold fingers causing Shan’s skin to break out in goosebumps.
“I lost track of the exact amount of time,” Shan stated with a seemingly regretful sigh. “But they finished it before the end of the second day.”
Lymee frowned as she sat up slightly in the cot using her elbow to prop herself up slightly. “Wait they did all of that in one sitting?”
“Yes my lord,” she nodded. “It is part of the marking ritual. There were three skin artisans that took rotations but the work was continues.”
Lymee nearly gasped in horror. She could not imagine how painful that must have been. She had heard the stories back in her world about people getting their tattoos and how much it had hurt and that was with electric needles. To think about them using wooden tools on a person’s back for nearly forty-eight hours straight was unimaginable.
Lymee let out a yelp as a set of teeth gently bit down between her legs. “What was that for?” Lymee gasped lifting the blanket up and looking down at Yoni who was face was buried in Lymee’s crotch. Yoni’s eyes were glaring up at Lymee with a rather annoyed look on her face but she did not say a word.
“I think that Yoni is frustrated that, our lord is ignoring her efforts to pleasure you,” Shan stated looking back at Yoni.
“Oh, she’s jealous,” Lymee smiled biting her lower lip as she leaned forward grabbing Yoni by the shoulders and pulled her up so they were face to face.
“I am not,” Yoni rolled her eyes as she willingly went with Lymee’s movements and laid down on top of Lymee.
“I could never ignore you,” Lymee assured bringing Yoni in close using her hand to brush the hair out of Yoni’s face. “No matter how much I may want to.”
Shan let out a single loud laugh before covering her mouth with hand. “Sorry,” she mumbled through her fingers.
“Real funny,” Yoni said but she was glaring at Shan as she said it.
Lymee used her fingers to draw Yoni’s attention back to her as she leaned in and kissed the woman. Yoni’s discontent seemed to vanish as she melted into the kiss. Yoni’s kisses then started to work their way down Lymee’s body as she slid back between the sheets before ending up back between Lymee’s legs. Lymee arched her back as she gave into the sensation letting out stifled moans of pleasure. Her hands resting on the back of Yoni’s head drawing her deeper into herself.
Still sitting on the edge of the cot Shan leaned over holding her hair out of the way as she pressed her lips against Lymee’s, her hand sensually groping Lymee’s breast as she did so. Lymee took one of her hands off of Yoni’s head and reached up cupping one of Shan’s breasts.
“My Lord Lymee,” Keo voice cut through the tent like a knife.
Both Yoni and Shan immediately stopped and sat up as they heard Keo calling out for Lymee.
Lymee clinched her fists as she tried her best to hold back her frustration and a slew of curses. Shan and Yoni seemed to find her reaction amusing as both of them watched her squirm with a smile.
“Come in!” Lymee barked slamming the back of her head into her pillow.
The tent flap opened and Keo walked in her expression blank as she surveyed the scene. Despite the fact that they had been marching all day Keo was still dressed in a silver and red Yukata and had somehow managed to keep it pristine despite all the dirt and dust that had been kicked up by the army. She did wear it more loosely than she normally
“Thank you, my lord,” Shan smiled looking over her shoulder at Lymee. She brushed her hair over her shoulder to show off more of her back.
They were inside of a large tent having finally finished the day's march. It was freezing outside but the tent was built to keep the heat inside the tent and they were doing their work to generate body heat.
“How long did it take for them to do it?” Lymee asked her fingers tracing the intricate design down her back and circling around her side. Her cold fingers causing Shan’s skin to break out in goosebumps.
“I lost track of the exact amount of time,” Shan stated with a seemingly regretful sigh. “But they finished it before the end of the second day.”
Lymee frowned as she sat up slightly in the cot using her elbow to prop herself up slightly. “Wait they did all of that in one sitting?”
“Yes my lord,” she nodded. “It is part of the marking ritual. There were three skin artisans that took rotations but the work was continues.”
Lymee nearly gasped in horror. She could not imagine how painful that must have been. She had heard the stories back in her world about people getting their tattoos and how much it had hurt and that was with electric needles. To think about them using wooden tools on a person’s back for nearly forty-eight hours straight was unimaginable.
Lymee let out a yelp as a set of teeth gently bit down between her legs. “What was that for?” Lymee gasped lifting the blanket up and looking down at Yoni who was face was buried in Lymee’s crotch. Yoni’s eyes were glaring up at Lymee with a rather annoyed look on her face but she did not say a word.
“I think that Yoni is frustrated that, our lord is ignoring her efforts to pleasure you,” Shan stated looking back at Yoni.
“Oh, she’s jealous,” Lymee smiled biting her lower lip as she leaned forward grabbing Yoni by the shoulders and pulled her up so they were face to face.
“I am not,” Yoni rolled her eyes as she willingly went with Lymee’s movements and laid down on top of Lymee.
“I could never ignore you,” Lymee assured bringing Yoni in close using her hand to brush the hair out of Yoni’s face. “No matter how much I may want to.”
Shan let out a single loud laugh before covering her mouth with hand. “Sorry,” she mumbled through her fingers.
“Real funny,” Yoni said but she was glaring at Shan as she said it.
Lymee used her fingers to draw Yoni’s attention back to her as she leaned in and kissed the woman. Yoni’s discontent seemed to vanish as she melted into the kiss. Yoni’s kisses then started to work their way down Lymee’s body as she slid back between the sheets before ending up back between Lymee’s legs. Lymee arched her back as she gave into the sensation letting out stifled moans of pleasure. Her hands resting on the back of Yoni’s head drawing her deeper into herself.
Still sitting on the edge of the cot Shan leaned over holding her hair out of the way as she pressed her lips against Lymee’s, her hand sensually groping Lymee’s breast as she did so. Lymee took one of her hands off of Yoni’s head and reached up cupping one of Shan’s breasts.
“My Lord Lymee,” Keo voice cut through the tent like a knife.
Both Yoni and Shan immediately stopped and sat up as they heard Keo calling out for Lymee.
Lymee clinched her fists as she tried her best to hold back her frustration and a slew of curses. Shan and Yoni seemed to find her reaction amusing as both of them watched her squirm with a smile.
“Come in!” Lymee barked slamming the back of her head into her pillow.
The tent flap opened and Keo walked in her expression blank as she surveyed the scene. Despite the fact that they had been marching all day Keo was still dressed in a silver and red Yukata and had somehow managed to keep it pristine despite all the dirt and dust that had been kicked up by the army. She did wear it more loosely than she normally
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