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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: 27 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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"/You gave him your vote?!/ How could you do this to me?!"

Freya did not appear to hear Gronnus at first. Her attention was
focused on unwrapping a small parcel she had purchased from the
merchants shortly after the Conclave had adjourned for the day. As she
removed the wrapping from a small wooden box, she turned her head and
gave Gronnus a bored look. "My vote was never yours to begin with. Or
anyone's other than mine from the start."

"But you said you would deal with me!"

"No. I said I would consider it. I did. You came up short."

Gronnus fumed, his hands clenched into fists. He watched as Freya
opened the wooden box and removed a triangle of glossy black material.

"You know what Roquan thinks of contraband in his Manor, Freya,"
Gronnus snapped.

Freya simply grinned at him. "And how many Overlords here are paying
attention to that? Besides, there is a loophole. He can do nothing
about goods purchased here."

"But you cannot use it."

Freya held up the object for a few moments, examining it. It appeared
to flow like thick fluid. She carefully placed it back in the box. "Oh,
but I can. You see, I have every right to use it on my property."

"Ah. So that is a 'present' for your new slave, is it?"

Freya closed the box. "Let's just say it will help maintain her
discipline as best as it can under the circumstances." She stood up.
"Now, Gronnus, be a dear, and do stop bothering me about the Conclave."

"But, Freya, I need ...!"

"/I do not care what you need./ I do not care what any else needs at
the moment, for that matter. I have what I came here for. That is all
that matters to me. I will give my vote to Roquan, regardless of how
the rest of it goes. Is that clear?"

Gronnus' face fell, then hardened to stone as he stared at Freya. "Very
clear," he said tersely.

"Good. Now get out."

Without another word, Gronnus turned and left Freya's quarters.

Gronnus walked a few steps away from the building and paused. He turned
his gaze to the side, where Roquan was leading Amanda towards another
Overlord's quarters. He narrowed his eyes, still fuming. Already,
Farlor would no longer parlay with him! Roquan had already made him a
counteroffer and it appeared the Overlord would accept it! Apparently,
word was getting around about Roquan's generosity.

But how was he doing it? How did he know just what to offer the
Overlords to turn them to his side?

Another movement caught his attention. In the distance, Berin was
walking down the path that wound through the rough center of the
collection of Overlord dwellings, heading towards the very end of the
row, where his own quarters lay. Gronnus watched as the man disappeared
inside of it.

Gronnus believed he now knew what was happening.

The Overlord turned and marched quickly towards Berin's quarters. Once
there, he did not announce himself, but instead simply pushed in the
door.

A startled Berin whirled around to face him, nearly spilling the brandy
he had just poured for himself. "Oh! Gronnus! Heavens! You gave a me
such a fright, you did. Would you care to join me in a ..."

Gronnus stomped over to Berin and yanked the glass from his hand,
splashing brandy over Berin's shirt. Just as Berin was looking at
Gronnus in stunned surprise, Gronnus gave the man a hard shove in the
chest and sent him stumbling backwards. He hit the edge of the bed and
fell down hard onto it, very nearly sliding to the floor before
catching himself.

"M-my dear Gronnus, what has gotten into ...?"

"Shut up! You did it, didn't you?"

Berin blinked in fear and confusion. "Did it? Did what? I don't ..."

"/Don't lie to me!/" Gronnus thundered. "You cut a deal with Roquan!"

Berin's eyes were saucers. "With Roquan? Are you mad, Gronnus?"

"How else is he finding out what to counteroffer? How else is he even
getting the goods that he is promising them? How, Berin, how?!"

Berin swallowed, panting, looking up in fear at the other Overlord. He
held a hand aloft as if expecting to ward off a blow. "Gronnus, g-get a
hold of yourself, for the love of the gods! Why would I deal with him?
Why? There's no profit in that, Gronnus! Where would he get that kind
of platinum?"

Gronnus appeared to consider this for a moment. "He got his information
somehow, Berin," he said, his voice a little lower now.

Berin very slowly lowered his arm. "It wasn't me. Honestly, Gronnus, it
wasn't me. There's no point in me turning on you. You forget, I'm on
your side politically as well. I don't want to move against the
Emperor! Not ... not one like this."

Gronnus narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

"Emperor Z'haas is too powerful," Berin said in a small, scared voice.
"I told you this before. My contacts at the Imperium have never seen
anything like it. It's ... it's getting /worse/, Gronnus. Things are
changing daily! He's turned the Imperial Palace into a virtual
fortress!"

Gronnus frowned deeply at this, if for no other reason than to hide the
sense of dread that was coming over him as well. He was beginning to
regret ever having consorted with the Emperor in the first place. He
had no idea that Z'haas was going to get delusions of greater power. Or
that he would acquire the means and influence to carry them out.

But was he really headed towards war, as he had heard Roquan suggest?
Surely even Z'haas would not go /that/ far? Yet he contemplated
assassinating Roquan. Would a sane Emperor do this?

"Then if you did not do this, who did?" Gronnus demanded.

Berin slowly rose to his feet. "I don't know. And that is the honest
truth. There was no one at all with me and the other Overlord whenever
I did my deals. Well, no one except that slave girl."

Gronnus paused. "Slave girl? Amanda, you mean?"

"Yes, Amanda. The one being Presented."

Gronnus considered this for a long moment, until Berin began to look at
him curiously. "No," Gronnus said softly to himself. "That cannot ...
even Roquan wouldn't ..."

"What is it?" Berin asked.

"Nothing," Gronnus said gruffly. He turned to Berin. "Apologies for my
outburst. I am under a great deal of stress."

Berin sighed and nodded. "Aren't we all. I have a bad feeling, Gronnus,
that this is only the start. No matter what the outcome of the
Conclave."

Gronnus was not listening. He was mulling over the incredible
conclusion that he had just formed in his head. He just was not sure
what he could do with it yet.



Roquan listened as Amanda recounted what she had heard between Berin
and the last of the Overlords with whom Roquan was to deal that day.
This time Amanda had been able to recall more detail, as all she had
been required to do after servicing the Overlord was lie quietly on the
bed as they spoke.

"You have done very well, Amanda," Roquan said. "With this information
I should be able to close on another deal."

"Will this give you enough support in the Conclave, master, or will you
need me again after today?"

"This will be last deal," he said simply.

Amanda was glad to hear this. Even though she had been settling into
her role rather easily, she was becoming increasingly nervous that
somehow someone would find out. Despite the fact that it would likely
be Roquan that got into trouble over it, she didn't want to see that
happen, either.

"Master, may I ask a question?"

"Certainly, Amanda."

"When the Conclave is over, will the merchants be leaving as well?"

"Very shortly afterward, I would imagine." He paused. "I am curious as
to why you inquired about this."

Amanda hesitated, and wished she had not asked it in the first place.
She could not reveal the real reason, that she wanted her time with
Sirinna again in the evenings. Though, admittedly, she would miss
Jollis. He was very kind to her, and she felt affection for him.

She decided she could tell at least a partial truth after all.

"The merchant that is housed with Sirinna is interested more in me than
her. I pleased him rather well. It was nice to feel that I was doing
something right."

"Really? He has been selecting you over Sirinna?"

Amanda nodded. "Yes, master, every night."

"Has he treated you properly?"

"Yes, very much so. I was quite enjoying it."

Yes, it was as it always was with Amanda. If she were doing something
because it was enjoyable, or because she had a strong sense of duty
behind it, she did well. What was missing was the innate sense of
enjoyment that the Draught would have brought her.

He now liked the idea of giving her to Freya even less. She would not
know how to handle Amanda. She would be too heavy-handed on the girl,
which would only bring more resistance, which would make Freya even
heavier in her punishments, and so on. He hated himself for putting the
girl through this, even if it wound up being temporary.

And that was a big "if." He still had no idea how to back out of the
deal without risking his reputation and possibly his Manor as well.

If this were not enough, he realized that he had an even bigger problem
to deal with, and that was Sirinna. He had tried to ignore it, or to
convince himself that it was not really there, but this was folly. He
had been fooling himself, possibly from the start.

Rennis had been right. Roquan had let his ego get the best of him. Had
he been thinking clearly, he would never have allowed Amanda to have
any choice at all. He would have sent her home that night.

Roquan reattached the chain to her collar and the cuffs to her wrists.
"I will bring you back to Sirinna myself. I will need to speak with her
on an important matter."

"Yes, master," Amanda said, nodding, and wondering about the somber
look in her Overlord's eyes.



"Well, Gronnus, the deal has been made," Berin said with a merrier tone
in his voice as he visited with his cohort. A smile had returned to his
face as well. "There is simply no way Roquan can possibly top this. It
is quite unusual for an Overlord to wish precious stones, and there are
very few suppliers, even in the black market. Now ... er ... Gronnus,
are you listening to me?"

Gronnus blinked and looked at Berin. "What? Yes, Berin, I heard you."

"Is something the matter? Something I need to know?"

"I assume Amanda was there when you spoke with him."

"Well, yes, she was, but what does that have anything to do with it?"

Gronnus had taken the time to observe Roquan when he went to fetch
Amanda. Gronnus had followed him back to his quarters from a discreet
distance and watched. It took a rather inordinate amount of time for
them to leave and proceed with returning Amanda to her Trainer.

The beleaguered Overlord was beginning to dread that what he had
suspected was true. Roquan was using Amanda to report back to him what
was spoken in confidence between Berin and the Overlords with whom he
had been doing business.

But the information was useless to him! He had no definite proof! And
now Amanda would be Freya's possession by nightfall, and Freya would
refuse any attempt to investigate anything that involved Amanda
directly. Now that she had what she wanted, she would not want any
further controversy to descend upon her prized new possession.

Gronnus sighed. "Nothing, Berin," he said in a tired voice. "Absolutely
nothing."

"Well ... Gronnus, I thought you'd be pleased that ..."

"Yes, I am, Berin. You did what you were supposed to do. Now ... leave
me."

"Do you not wish to plan your next ...?"

"There will not be a next one!" Gronnus thundered. "There are no more
Overlords we can sway with deals that serpent-tongue Doran has not
already spoken to! If you recall, we picked these four specifically
because Roquan had little influence with them."

Berin sighed despondently. "Honestly, Gronnus, I wish I knew what had
happened as much as you do. This just seems so odd. But then again,
nothing seems to be going as it should."

Gronnus sighed again. "Berin ... leave ..."

Berin paused, then rolled his eyes and left, not bothering with
protocol.

Gronnus rubbed his temples. He was back at square one. He had
information that, had he acquired it sooner, he could have used against
Roquan. He had regretted his association with the Emperor. He now
regretted his association with Freya even more.

Gronnus paused to gather his thoughts. He had only one chance now. He
had to swing the sympathies of at least two Overlords to his side.

A decision of this magnitude would require a two-thirds vote by the
Conclave. There were fifteen Overlords, which meant a vote of ten was
needed. Roquan now had eight. There was Roquan, Rennis, Doran, Freya,
and the four that Gronnus had intended to secure for himself and now
would fall to Roquan. He was not holding out any hope for the one Berin
just "concluded." All Roquan needed was two more, and the vote would go
in his favor.

Gronnus ran a hand through his hair. He did not want to admit it, but
here Doran had him beat. Gronnus may have the deal-making skills, but
not the charisma needed to sway people with words alone. Nevertheless,
he had to try. He felt like he had a lot more at stake than just the
Conclave.



Sirinna was very curious as to what her Overlord wanted of her. Roquan
had her secure Amanda in her bedchamber and then step outside with him
so that they could speak without Amanda overhearing.

"Yes, master? What can I do for you?" Sirinna asked.

Roquan paused a long moment. "Sirinna, there is something you must
know. It is about you and Amanda."

Sirinna simply looked at Roquan expectantly, showing no other reaction
other than her normal eagerness to hear her master's bidding.

Roquan hesitated a few moments longer before speaking again. "I know of
your feelings for Amanda."

For a brief moment, fear flickered across Sirinna's eyes, and the
Overlord had his answer as to whether his assessment had been correct.
"Master, I care for Amanda as I would for any other ..."

Roquan held up a hand. "Now is not the time for this. I wish honesty
from you only. By rights, I could punish you for withholding this from
me. I shall not do this. You are free to admit to me the truth. There
will be no retribution, now or ever."

Sirinna did not say anything for a long moment. Her eyes shimmered as
she looked at Roquan. When she finally spoke, it was in a voice heavy
with despair, her eyes dropping, "I'm sorry, master."

Roquan reached over and gently lifted Sirinna's chin. "You have no need
to apologize."

Sirinna gave him an odd look.

"This is something that I had started to see a long time before this
point. It is I who should have noted it then, and questioned you on it.
I did not. There is ... fault on both sides."

Sirinna thought it very unusual for Roquan to admit something like
this, even after everything else that had happened. "Master, what will
you do now?"

Roquan looked at her. "Do?"

"Are ... are you going to give Amanda to another Trainer?"

"We have no other Trainer at the moment, Sirinna, even if that were my
intent."

Sirinna nodded and appeared to look relieved.

"But, Sirinna ... have you never given thought to the day that Amanda
would leave the Manor when she is first sent to a contracted client?
Did you not realize you two would be separated then?"

Sirinna took a deep breath. She tried to keep the pain out of her voice
when she spoke again, but it was nearly impossible. "Yes, master," she
said softly. "We both realized this. But ... it would always be
temporary, master. We would be together again at some point, even if
only briefly."

"Unless I had decided to sell her."

Sirinna's breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened, but she
said nothing.

Roquan's eyes hardened. "You assumed too much, Sirinna."

Sirinna swallowed. Her heart was pounding. "Master ... did you ...
d-did you sell ..."

She could not even herself to say it, as her throat tried to close up,
her eyes glistening.

Roquan paused. What was he to tell her? He did not want to see Amanda
go with Freya. He wanted to get her back. He wanted to make it
temporary. But he could offer no guarantees. Of primary importance to
him was the Conclave. He had to keep that in sight. He could not let
himself be swayed by sentimentality.

Yet as he looked at Sirinna -- always his favorite from the moment she
arrived in the Manor -- he could not see himself offering her no hope.

"I have made a transaction ..."

Sirinna blinked and said nothing, but a single tear rolled down her
cheek.

/Hellfire,/ Roquan thought defeatedly. He turned to her and lifted a
hand, laying it softly against her cheek. "Sirinna ... I will try to
make this temporary. I needed to gain the upper hand in the Conclave.
You cannot imagine how important this is to me."

Sirinna took a deep breath, though she sobbed once in the middle of it.
Suddenly, her eyes blazed anger, the first time she felt such a thing
in many years. "Wh-why ... why did you ...! Y-you can't ...!"

She stopped and gave Roquan a stricken look as she shook with the
effort to contain her emotions. "S-sorry, master ... I ..."

Roquan viewed this with mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was very
proud of her for managing to contain her near outburst of anger and
grief towards her Overlord. On the other hand, he would not have
faulted her in the least if she had lost control.

"I m-mean ... y-yes, master," Sirinna finally said in a shaky voice,
but it was obvious from the conviction she was trying to muster that
assuming the role of the good slave, once done with ease, was now a
ponderous burden. "Of c-course. I'll do as you say. I'll always do as
you say."

"Yes, I know. But that cannot change how you feel, I am afraid."

Sirinna leaned into his hand and shook her head slightly. She closed
her eyes tightly and willed herself not to cry. She barely managed it.
"If I may ask, master ... who is she being given to?"

"Overlord Freya D'yros."

Sirinna shuddered and uttered a small gasp.

"Which is why you can agree that this should be a temporary
arrangement."

Sirinna paused. It took her a moment to understand exactly what Roquan
had done. Indirectly, he had just put down another Overlord in her
presence. It shocked her into realizing that things really had
escalated to proportions that she did not understand. Things were
happening that made little sense.

For the first time since she became a slave, she was actually starting
to worry about events going on beyond the confines of the Manor.

"But ... you cannot guarantee that, master, can you?"

Roquan shook his head. "No, I cannot."

Sirinna swallowed again and nodded. She took another deep breath to try
to steady herself.

"Do not tell her," Roquan said. "But after the evening meal, bring her
to my quarters."

"Master, she ... she will know something is wrong ..."

Roquan sighed. "Yes, I know. Perhaps I have committed yet another error
in telling you."

Sirinna did not answer. No, it was not an error. Now she knew what she
must do. There would be no training for Amanda the rest of that
afternoon. There would only be the two of them, and nothing else. If
they were to be separated, they would have one last chance to express
their love.

"Do your best not to tell her," said Roquan. "That is all I ask."

"Yes, master."

"Now ... go attend to Amanda."

Sirinna nodded quickly. "Yes, master," she said again as she turned
away.

Roquan watched Sirinna disappear back into her quarters. He uttered a
heavy, slow sigh.

He wondered now what had become of him. He had engaged in behavior over
the past few moons that no Overlord in his right mind should. Had this
been a year before, and someone had told him that another Overlord had
done such things, he would have said that this Overlord should be
removed.

No. It had started more than a year ago. It started with Sirinna. He
had let his own feelings for her get in the way of his better judgment.
He had been wrong in making her his favorite. Such things always ended
up bad in the end.

Roquan silently turned away from Sirinna's quarters and headed back to
his own. He had a great deal of thinking to do.



"Two more votes, Rennis!" Doran boomed, clapping his hand against the
other Overlord's shoulder, nearly bowling him over. "Two more and the
Conclave vote is sewn up tight!"

Rennis tried to look enthusiastic and failed. He covered it by
pretending to be interested in the merchants' wares as they both walked
through the bazaar. "You're assuming Roquan will acquire the fourth
Overlord that Berin visited?"

Naturally, Rennis knew that Roquan probably would. But he had promised
his friend that he would not reveal the dirty little secret, and he
intended to stick to that. He still hated Roquan for doing it, and this
may be the very last secret that was shared between them.

"After seeing him acquire Freya's vote with nothing more than a Trainee
who was practically collared only yesterday? Hah! He has my utmost
confidence after that!"

Rennis suddenly turned around, indignation rising in him. He caused
Doran to stop short in surprise. "And you don't care about what has
been said about Freya's treatment of her slaves?"

Doran gaped at him. "What??" He quickly glanced around and leaned
forward, saying in a lower, hissing voice, "We do not make such ...
/accusations/ ... out in public, Rennis!"

Rennis took a deep breath and let it go. He silently cursed Roquan. The
whole thing with him had set Rennis on edge. "Still, Doran, you know
how Roquan feels about his slaves."

"Yes, which is why this is such an enormous breakthrough for him. He
finally has his eyes set on the big picture! He ..."

"He wants to back out of it anyway he can."

Rennis was not sure what made him say it. This was breaking a promise
he had made. But the more he thought about Amanda, the more he did not
want to see her suffer under Freya's discipline.

"What did you just say?" Doran said slowly, staring.

"I said he wants to back out of it somehow. He does not want Amanda
being abused."

"/Shhhh!!/" Doran said, waving his arms. "Don't talk like that when
..."

"Oh, come off it, Doran, I'm not saying anything that you or anyone
else didn't already know about her!"

Doran cast a stony look at him. "If I didn't know any better, I would
say you've been hanging out with Roquan too long. Some of his influence
is rubbing off on you."

Rennis considered this for a moment. "Well, if you're talking about
caring what happens to one's slaves, then yes, I am very happy that he
has influenced me in that regard."

Doran huffed. "Do not make me out to be an ogre, Rennis. I do indeed
care. I do not want to see the likes of Amanda ... well, /suffer/ ..."
He said the word in a much lower tone of voice. "But does he want to
risk the Conclave vote over one slave?"

"I doubt he will do that." /He won't be that stupid/, Rennis added
ruefully in his own mind. "But he will certainly find a way to acquire
her back or have Freya change her mind."

"Well, if Roquan can do that, then install him as the next Emperor
after Z'haas, for he will have more wisdom than any man on Narlass! Get
Freya to change her mind? Hah! You have a better chance of freezing
water in blazing hellfire!"

"I was hoping that you might help him, Doran."

Doran frowned. "I am not going to do something so stupid! The idea is
preposterous! The deal is done, and cannot be undone on a whim. If
anything, I will make sure the deal sticks!"

Rennis sighed. At least he managed to ease his own conscience somewhat
by mentioning it.

"You know, I do believe this Conclave may go down as the shortest one
on record," Doran mused.

"I do admit, the sooner this is over, the better."

Doran paused as he examined something that caught his eye on one of the
merchant tables. "I have not seen you do any dealing for yourself,
Rennis."

Rennis raised an eyebrow. "Me?"

"Yes, you. All Overlords avail themselves of this opportunity,
regardless of whether it is for the purpose of the Conclave or not. I
would have done some for myself if I had not had to hand-hold Roquan.
Now maybe I'll take the last day or two to indulge myself."

Rennis no longer saw the point to it. Seeing how the other Overlords
had behaved at this Conclave -- barely even acknowledging the issue at
hand -- had soured him on deal-making, perhaps for good.

This made it harder to be angry with Roquan. The man did have the right
idea, even if his methods were questionable. The Emperor cannot be
allowed to hold this much sway. It was unnatural. It would be a
detriment to Oceanus in the long run, yet the other Overlords were
blind to it.

"Mark my words, Rennis," Doran said as he handed a merchant some
platinum for a small trinket. "This Conclave will set things right.
We'll get things back to normal very quickly after this."

Rennis was no longer sure that anything could ever be normal again. Not
in his lifetime.



Sirinna stopped just after closing the door behind her. She swallowed
hard and wiped away a few more tears that threatened to spill from her
eyes. She took a few deep breaths, and it helped compose her a little,
but there was still a tightness in her chest.

Sirinna knew she had to face a day like this, a day where Amanda would
be separated from her. But she had not expected it so soon! And Roquan
would not make any guarantees that this would be temporary ...

She took one more deep breath as her emotions threatened to run away
from her again. She could not let herself concentrate on losing Amanda.
She had to focus on her love instead. That was the only thing that was
going to get her through this, and the only thing that would allow her
to do what she wanted to do. It was what she had to do. This may be
their last chance.

Sirinna filled her mind with her thoughts about Amanda, with how she
felt about the beautiful young girl she had taken from Earth in what
now seemed far too short a time ago. Her heart still ached, but now
something else did as well, and it was easier to cope, at least for the
time being.

She walked across her bedchamber and entered Amanda's.

Amanda turned her head and looked at Sirinna quizzically. "Mistress?"

For a moment, Sirinna could not speak or move. She looked at Amanda and
it was like the first time they had made love in that secluded area of
the park. It had been Amanda's first time. The memory managed to push
out the despair, and Sirinna smiled tenderly at Amanda.

Amanda slowly smiled in return, and it sparked a similar memory in her.
Yet as Sirinna approached, it was all too easy for Amanda to see that
there was something else behind it. "Mistress, is there something
wrong?"

Sirinna reached up and lightly placed a finger on Amanda's lips.
Surprised, Amanda quieted at once.

Sirinna reached up and unlocked the chain from the collar, carefully
pulling it off the bed and letting it drop into a heap on the floor.
She then looked into Amanda's eyes, and the two were still for a
moment.

It was then that Amanda knew something was wrong. Yet before she could
say a word, Sirinna cupped the girl's face in her hands and leaned
forward, tilting her head slightly to one side.

Amanda closed her eyes slowly, receiving the kiss from Sirinna, drawing
in her breath deeply and letting it go as it lingered. Sirinna's hands
slid from Amanda's cheeks and around the collar. Amanda was so startled
by the click of the lock opening that her eyes flew open and she looked
at Sirinna in surprise. The next second, the collar was off and sitting
on the floor.

"Mistress?" Amanda asked in a small voice, her eyes wide.

"No. Right now ... I'm not your mistress, Amanda. I'm Sirinna."

Amanda stared into eyes that were filled with desire as much as they
were filled with love. When their lips met again, a shudder went
through Amanda, and she sighed in anticipation. Slowly the kiss
escalated. Amanda shuddered again, her whole body tingling. She leaned
back into the pillows, feeling Sirinna's warm softness atop her.

A hand very gently cupped one of her breasts. Amanda moaned softly as
her mouth opened, her tongue sliding over Sirinna's as their passion
rose. Sirinna's touch brought the same memories flooding back to her of
that first day, for it was a touch just like this on her young breast
that had so excited her and made the outcome inevitable for the two of
them.

Sirinna's fingers squeezed Amanda's orb, the nipple rising, becoming
hard and taut as Sirinna touched it. Sirinna's lips slid from Amanda's
mouth and trailed down her cheek and then her neck. Amanda panted,
finding this as erotic as any touch to her nether regions would be.

"Oh gods ..." Amanda moaned as Sirinna kissed and nibbled at her neck,
fingers playing on her now sensitive nipple, sending little waves of
pleasure through her. "Oh Sirinna ..."

Sirinna drew herself down, letting her tongue trace a slow, sinuous
path from Amanda's neck. Amanda shivered, uttering a low, soft moan,
the touch sending ripples of delight through her. Sirinna's tongue slid
down over the curve of Amanda's breast and lapped lightly at the
nipple.

Amanda quivered under Sirinna's touch, her eyes sliding closed at the
same time that her thighs parted. Sirinna caught the unmistakable odor
of Amanda's arousal, but Sirinna was in no rush. There could be no
rush, not now. Sirinna played her tongue in slow and sensuous swirls
around Amanda's nipple. She lifted a hand to Amanda's other breast,
squeezing it and playing with its nipple in her fingertips.

Amanda was too aroused to speak. She lay under Sirinna, trembling with
aching desire, silently begging for a more intimate touch, yet still
enjoying the buildup too much to want it to stop. Her pussy felt steamy
and swollen with her increasing excitement. She uttered a whimper as
her nipple was drawn into Sirinna's mouth, quickly turning into a hard
pant as Sirinna squeezed her other nipple with her fingers at the same
time.

By now, Sirinna knew she had teased Amanda enough. She lifted her head
and gave Amanda a small smile. Amanda returned it, her eyes
half-lidded, her chest rising and falling quickly with her shortened
breath. Excitement dawned in her eyes.

Sirinna licked once more at the nipple before trailing kisses down
Amanda's stomach. Amanda quivered in growing anticipation, her legs
spreading further apart. Her excitement grew to a fever pitch when one
of Sirinna's hands slid along the inside of her thigh, closer to her
mound, stopping just short of touching it.

Amanda whimpered again as Sirinna lingered just a moment in a final
kiss just above her slot, body shaking with desire and lust. When
Sirinna's tongue finally slid over tender, hot, wet flesh, Amanda drew
in her breath sharply and arched her back. She let it go as a long,
loud moan as Sirinna tasted Amanda's moist folds.

And again, it was like the first time. Despite all of Amanda's training
since then and her experience with both men and women, she came almost
at once from the sheer excitement, crying out sweetly as her pussy
throbbed. Pleasure rippled through her body, Sirinna licking her
gently, then a little harder when her orgasm began to fade.

Amanda was nowhere near sated. She surrendered herself completely,
lying still on the bed, willingly submissive to her lover. Amanda's
eyes closed and her lips parted as Sirinna's fingers eased into her
tight tunnel. She moaned again as they slid back and forth inside her,
Sirinna's lips kissing her womanhood, then drawing it between her
lover's lips.

"Sirinna ..." Amanda murmured huskily, her head lolling to one side.
"Ohhh ..."

She lost herself to the sensual delight, feeling herself rise again.
She was barely aware of what Sirinna specifically was doing from moment
to moment. Amanda was so aroused and so wet that every movement of
Sirinna's tongue was like liquid warmth over her intimate flesh.
Sirinna's fingers inside her was the only sensation that stood out from
the rest, and she whimpered in delight when two, and then three fingers
were eased into her.

Amanda panted harder, the pleasure rising faster. Now she could feel
Sirinna's tongue lashing at her, driving her higher. The pressure rose,
the need for release growing ever more intense. Her back arched, her
head tilting further back. "Ohhh ... oh, Sirinna! ... oh gods ... ohhh
... /ohhhh!/"

Amanda was cumming hard, her cunt squeezing tightly around Sirinna's
fingers. Sirinna gently sucked Amanda's womanhood, making her pussy
continue to pulse, her moans growing louder and more lustful. Her
orgasm lasted a long time, but it was nothing like the continuous one
that Freya had given her. This one was beautiful and sweet, each throb
a moment of perfect pleasure.

When at last her climax faded, Sirinna slowly withdrew her fingers and
lifted her head. Amanda lay limp, her chest rising and falling with her
labored breath. She didn't move. She knew what would happen next. She
waited and turned her head, and there Sirinna was above her. Their lips
met again, Amanda's arms sliding around her lover. She tasted her own
juices on Sirinna's lips and moaned into the kiss.

As their kiss lingered, Amanda's hands slipped down Sirinna's back.
Once again, their kiss grew more passionate as Sirinna felt Amanda's
hands sliding softly down her body. Sirinna moaned loudly and broke off
the kiss, her body already trembling badly with need.

Amanda did things differently with Sirinna. In her training, Amanda
learned she was not as good with the tease. Instead, her skills lay
with endurance.

Still kissing, they slowly rolled so that Sirinna was under Amanda.
Sirinna felt Amanda's dark hair brush her skin, sending another shiver
of delight through her. Amanda broke off the kiss, sliding her body
down, one of her hands tracing a slow path to Sirinna's mound.

Already panting lightly, Sirinna opened her legs, utter a slow, long
sigh as Amanda's fingers slipped into her pussy. Amanda's tongue and
lips found one of Sirinna's nipples, licking it furtively as Amanda's
fingers moved in slow, gentle strokes against Sirinna's aroused flesh.

Amanda pressed her lips around the nipple, sucking gently. Her fingers
played with Sirinna's womanhood, fingertips moving in swirls that made
Sirinna tremble. Sirinna lay a hand against Amanda's head, touching and
caressing the sleek, black hair.

She felt herself rise, slow and steady, the pleasure mounting moment by
moment. Despite how many times she had sex and how many skilled
partners she had, she never felt like this with any of them. With
Amanda, it was so different. Even where Amanda was nowhere near as
skilled at pleasuring it was different.

Sirinna moaned as Amanda grew more aggressive. She suckled at Sirinna's
nipple harder, nibbling at it with her teeth until Sirinna shuddered
with pleasure. Her fingers sank more firmly into Sirinna's pussy,
making it ache for release.

Sirinna let the pleasure build on its own. She made no move to clench
her muscles and extend her own enjoyment. It simply did not seem right.
And it was hardly needed. Amanda could do it on her own. She knew how
to please Sirinna from the beginning, even when she was so
inexperienced those first few days.

Amanda's mouth slid from Sirinna's breast. Her fingers slowed but never
stopped. Instead, as she moved downward, her fingers slid deeply into
Sirinna's cunt, spearing her and making her moan.

When Amanda's tongue touched Sirinna's pussy, it was all Sirinna could
do not to cry out with the intensity of her pleasure. At once she felt
herself building towards release. He pussy rose and strained, and rose
again. In the back of her mind, thoughts of her love for Amanda were
mixed with the coming pain of loss, and it drove her passions beyond
her ability of restraint.

"Oh gods ... oh gods! ... Amanda ... oh Amanda ... ohhh ... oh please
... oh yes ... yes! ... oh gods! ... yes! ... /yes!/ ... /ahhhhh!!/"

Sirinna came, her head thrown back, her hips trying to buck wildly, the
throbbing more intense than she ever felt. She was gasping, her body
shuddering, and by the time her orgasm finally ended, she was out of
breath.

Amanda drew up and smiled at her. Sirinna reached up and pulled her
into a fierce embrace, one that was surprising to Amanda but very
welcome.

"Oh, gods, Amanda, I love you," Sirinna said softly into Amanda's ear.

But now, as she came down from the natural high of her orgasm and her
desires had been sated, she no longer had enough to hold back the tide.
Her body shuddered again, and tears rolled down the sides of her face.
She began to sob quietly.

Amanda gently pulled herself from the embrace and looked at her in
alarm. "Sirinna, what ... what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Sirinna paused a moment and realized she had just failed Roquan yet
again. She had failed him the first time for falling in love with this
girl in the first place, and again now.

"What is it?" Amanda demanded softly, her own eyes shimmering.

In a halting voice, Sirinna told her.

They clutched at each other again, this time the both of them softly
crying, their tears of despair dripping into the furs.
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