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Baran's room was bathed in the light of the new day by the time Caitrin's eyes opened. She smiled, recalling the night before. Her husband's friend had caused her so much incredible pleasure and ecstasy.
My husband, Caitrin thought as she felt Baran's front side against her back side. Rollen was certainly awake by now and finding himself alone. Would he assume that his wife was downstairs, speaking to the Innkeeper about breakfast or retrieving the horses with their tack and bags already returned to their bodies? Or would he fear that slipped away from his bed during the night to further fulfill her womanly needs ... maybe with his good friend and former Army superior?
Caitrin was contemplating slipping out of yet a second bed when she felt Baran waking. She rolled to face him, smiling as his eyes found focus on her own. She started to speak, then giggled and blushed a deep red that was surely noticeable even in the low light of the morning glow.
"I've never done anything like that, Baran," she said softly. She giggled again, clarifying, "I mean ... Rollen was my first ... the first man to ever ... well ... I think you know what I mean. I ... I thought he would be the only man I would ever lay with. I was..."
She smiled, kissed Baran, then blushed yet again as she giggled. "I was so ... overjoyed ... when he offered me to you. Brother's Prerogative. I ... I wanted ... more. Needed more ... more than Rollen could give me ... in bed. I needed you!"
Caitrin kissed Baran again, then reached down between them to grasp his cock, immediately kneading it with the intent of making it stiff again. She was about to roll atop the man again, desperate to find ecstasy atop him regardless of whether or not Rollen might find them.
But she heard a familiar female voice in the hall and rolled quickly to face the door. She hadn't heard what Freeda had first said, but she heard her the second time as she called out, "I'm sure she's outside somewhere, Rollen. I'll wake Baran, and we'll get some breakfast."
Caitrin leapt from the bed just as the other woman knocked. She ran to the door and held it closed as she looked back to Baran with concern. Freeda called through the wood barrier with a humorous tone, "Baran, are you still in bed you lazy ass? We have work to do."
Caitrin looked to Baran and held a finger up to her mouth. Beyond the door, Freeda again called for Baran's response. Caitrin shook her head frantically. Freeda knocked again, and a moment later here boot steps were moving away and down the stairs as she called to Rollen that his war mate wasn't upstairs.
Moving back to the bed, Caitrin found and began donning her clothes. She moved closer to the bed, a nervous, guilty look on her face as she continued dressing. Her expression changed, though, as she was tying her bodice.
"Forgetting what I said about ... about needing you to fuck me," she said with a tentative voice, "I need to tell you something, Baran."
She neared closer and lowered her voice, as if afraid someone would overhear. "I have concerns about Rollen. I fear--"
Caitrin drew a quick, deep breath, as if barely able to continue. She looked him directly in the eyes and said, "I fear he will betray you, Baran."
She explained some of the conversations and interactions she'd had with Rollen over the last couple of days. There was nothing firm about her suspicions; it was all very circumstantial and vague. But she'd been married to the man for many months now, and she knew him as well as she did anyone.
"Rollen is my husband, and I love him very much," Caitrin said with a genuine tone. "I would never wish him harm. But..."
She dropped her gaze and drew, then released another deep breath before she added, "Lady Freeda ... she saved my life when I was a little girl. She saved my family. I owe her everything. If I had to choose between ... between Freeda and my husband..."
Caitrin didn't actually speak the choice. But it was fairly obvious.
My husband, Caitrin thought as she felt Baran's front side against her back side. Rollen was certainly awake by now and finding himself alone. Would he assume that his wife was downstairs, speaking to the Innkeeper about breakfast or retrieving the horses with their tack and bags already returned to their bodies? Or would he fear that slipped away from his bed during the night to further fulfill her womanly needs ... maybe with his good friend and former Army superior?
Caitrin was contemplating slipping out of yet a second bed when she felt Baran waking. She rolled to face him, smiling as his eyes found focus on her own. She started to speak, then giggled and blushed a deep red that was surely noticeable even in the low light of the morning glow.
"I've never done anything like that, Baran," she said softly. She giggled again, clarifying, "I mean ... Rollen was my first ... the first man to ever ... well ... I think you know what I mean. I ... I thought he would be the only man I would ever lay with. I was..."
She smiled, kissed Baran, then blushed yet again as she giggled. "I was so ... overjoyed ... when he offered me to you. Brother's Prerogative. I ... I wanted ... more. Needed more ... more than Rollen could give me ... in bed. I needed you!"
Caitrin kissed Baran again, then reached down between them to grasp his cock, immediately kneading it with the intent of making it stiff again. She was about to roll atop the man again, desperate to find ecstasy atop him regardless of whether or not Rollen might find them.
But she heard a familiar female voice in the hall and rolled quickly to face the door. She hadn't heard what Freeda had first said, but she heard her the second time as she called out, "I'm sure she's outside somewhere, Rollen. I'll wake Baran, and we'll get some breakfast."
Caitrin leapt from the bed just as the other woman knocked. She ran to the door and held it closed as she looked back to Baran with concern. Freeda called through the wood barrier with a humorous tone, "Baran, are you still in bed you lazy ass? We have work to do."
Caitrin looked to Baran and held a finger up to her mouth. Beyond the door, Freeda again called for Baran's response. Caitrin shook her head frantically. Freeda knocked again, and a moment later here boot steps were moving away and down the stairs as she called to Rollen that his war mate wasn't upstairs.
Moving back to the bed, Caitrin found and began donning her clothes. She moved closer to the bed, a nervous, guilty look on her face as she continued dressing. Her expression changed, though, as she was tying her bodice.
"Forgetting what I said about ... about needing you to fuck me," she said with a tentative voice, "I need to tell you something, Baran."
She neared closer and lowered her voice, as if afraid someone would overhear. "I have concerns about Rollen. I fear--"
Caitrin drew a quick, deep breath, as if barely able to continue. She looked him directly in the eyes and said, "I fear he will betray you, Baran."
She explained some of the conversations and interactions she'd had with Rollen over the last couple of days. There was nothing firm about her suspicions; it was all very circumstantial and vague. But she'd been married to the man for many months now, and she knew him as well as she did anyone.
"Rollen is my husband, and I love him very much," Caitrin said with a genuine tone. "I would never wish him harm. But..."
She dropped her gaze and drew, then released another deep breath before she added, "Lady Freeda ... she saved my life when I was a little girl. She saved my family. I owe her everything. If I had to choose between ... between Freeda and my husband..."
Caitrin didn't actually speak the choice. But it was fairly obvious.