Sigrid left the argument behind her. As soon as it was declared that she was not needed until morning she had left them behind. The voices penetrated through the thick oaken door and it was clear that Jarl was losing.
Not my problem, Sigrid thought and headed out of the building.
The large bell tower had just struck noon and the campus was filled with students about to embark on wherever their Cleansingday plans were bringing them. Sigrid knew where she was going on her unexpected day off. She headed down the hill on the small avenue that led to all the strange bookshops. Last time they passed she had been certain that one of the books looked at her. She stopped for a second and inspected the ground where Jarl stopped every time they passed. She could see nothing different about it. The path was regular square flagstones of some rough variety. Grass covered both sides of the path and a few old trees stood crooked, almost leaning away from the College.
Seems like I'm not the only one that wants to get out of this place whenever I can.
A couple of students that were heading her way, one of them looked familiar. Oh. The Idiot and his friends. He caught her looking at him and she quickly ducked away and headed down the avenue.
"Hey! You!" someone shouted behind her.
She had no interest in talking to any of them. She sprinted down the path and turned a sharp left after the first building of the regular houses, the one with the bookstore that only kept books that looked like animals. She climbed up one of the walls, as she reached the top she looked back and saw the Idiot and his posse looking up at her in awe. She shrugged down at them and continued over the rooftops. She had heard some of the others using it at night calling it the high way. It made sense. There were places where planks or ropes had been put up so that you could cross over where it was too far to jump, at least for the people normally using them. Sigrid sprinted over one roof and leapt, soaring through the air and landing lightly on the next continuing like that to the park that separated College from Parchent. Once there she scaled down the façade of the building and leapt onto the railing of one of the bridges that crossed the small river separating the districts. As she reached the other side, she went up again.
Walking with Jarl it had taken almost half a bell to get to Sinner's Delight, sprinting the high way it took less than ten drops. Sigrid slipped down onto the window ledge and peeked through the window. She was in her bed. Sigrid silently opened the window and stepped inside. She walked over to the bed and stood next to it looking down at the sleeping figure. Irese's long blonde hair flowed down her back, the cover had slipped down and Sigrid could see the top of her buttocks. Sigrid stood watching the sleeping woman for a few drops. Sigrid quickly reached out for her watchers, all seemed clear, Jarl was in no immediate danger. She looked back at Irese.
"Are you just going to stand there, or will you get in here with me", Irese said in her drawly Imperial looking over her shoulder.
Sigrid smiled and started shedding her clothes. She had spent the first three nights after arriving at Eldor perched outside of Irese's window. Watching. Waiting. Watching her service her clients. Waiting for Irese to notice her. But of course, she hadn't. On the fourth night as Irese shepherded her last client out of her room Sigrid cracked the window open and slid in. She stood behind one of the large tapestries for another hour until Irese was asleep. The tapestries were hanging unconventionally far from the wall, almost as if it was intended for spying. Then she had stepped out and stalked over to the bed looking down at Irese, who looked back up at her with a smirk on her face.
"I wondered how many nights it would take before you dared come in," Irese had said with that wonderful voice of hers.
Sigrid undid her belts and hung them over the back of a chair. Quickly counted that all ten throwing daggers were there. One for each Sister in her pride. The needle-like longdagger that sat tight against the outside of her thigh went next and the slender sheath soon hung next to the belt. Last came the striking daggers that lay slick against the insides of her wrists in their spring-loaded sheaths. She undid the rest of her clothes and slid under the sheet behind Irese. The woman purred as Sigrid put her arms around her letting a hand rest over one of Irese's large breasts. A small shiver went through Sigrid as she felt the other woman's nipple stiffen slightly as her palm brushed over it. But right now, she just wanted to sleep. She put her nose in Irese's hair and drew deep on her scent and quickly fell asleep.
"What's this one?" Irese said trailing a long-nailed finger along one of the scars that went parallel to one of Sigrid's ribs.
"Assault on the High King of Ostheim's summer palace."
"You were trying to kill a king?" Irese said incredulously.
"Not trying. Succeeding."
Irese furrowed her brows as if trying to read Sigrid's mind. Sigrid just looked at her until Irese gave up and shook her head smiling at her.
"Who gave it to you?"
"One of the king's personal guard. I was young and eager. And not very smart. I missed him as I stepped into the king's chamber and he put a spear through my chest, right here," Sigrid said taking Irese's hand and pushing it against the scar.
Then she took the hand and moved it up to her breast. Irese smiled, leaned in and kissed her and caressed her breast with her hand. Sigrid's chest was almost like a boy's but Irese did not seem to care, she treated Sigrid's breasts as if they had been as large as her own. Sigrid let herself get lost in Irese's soft lips and the touch of her hand for a while as the outside world disappeared. She had not had anyone like Irese since Torun, and that was five years ago. The blond woman's lips started exploring her body, stopping a short while whenever she encountered a new scar, and there were plenty of those. Finally, she arrived at Sigrid's wetness. Sigrid gasped and put her head back as Irese put her long tongue into her heat. She lay there focusing on nothing but what Irese was doing to her. Closer and closer to the edge. She crumpled the sheet in her hands and arched up towards Irese's mouth and her whole body shook as she reached her peak. She fell down on the bed completely exhausted. Irese purred again as she crawled up next to her and put her head on Sigrid's shoulder. They lay there for a while just listening to the each other breathe.
"Did you like holding me?" Irese said with her mouth close to Sigrid's neck, her breath hot on Sigrid's skin.
Sigrid looked down at the other woman.
"What do you mean?"
Irese looked up at her.
"You know what I mean."
She did. And she had enjoyed it a lot. Holding Irese's head in a tight grip as Jarl thrust into her mouth, leaving Irese completely defenseless. It had been ... exhilarating. Part of her had wished to hold Irese down harder, to force her to her will, another part of her ... she was almost ashamed of the thought, another part of her wanted to be Irese.
"You did like it," Irese said with more than a hint of satisfaction in her voice.
Sigrid blushed. Sigrid never blushed, she could not remember herself blushing, ever. She blushed even harder at the thought of herself blushing. Irese put her lips at Sigrid's ear and whispered.
"Next time I want you to hold me even harder. And I want you to pinch my nipples until I squirm."
Sigrid felt a heat rising inside her at Irese's words. She dared not look the other woman in the eyes. Instead she looked at the blonde woman's slowly heaving breasts and got even wetter.
"My turn," she said and slid down along Irese's body.
She stopped briefly at her breasts, she never could get quite enough of them, and then continued down to her cleft. She spent almost half a bell pleasing Irese before she reached her peak.
"What do you think of Jarl?" Irese asked as they lay panting next to each other.
Sigrid looked over at Irese. The blonde woman was looking up at the ceiling twirling her hair with one hand.
"He's a buffoon. A fool."
Irese looked over at her raising an eyebrow.
"Aren't you supposed to be protecting his life?"
Sigrid nodded.
"I've protected fools in the past, it is usually a lot harder than protecting regular people. The only ones harder to protect than fools are intelligent people. And I fear that Jarl may be an intelligent fool."
She did not know where all the words came from. She usually did not say more than a single sentence and normally they were quite short. Irese was nodding at her. Sigrid tried reading the expression on her companion's face but couldn't. Sometimes she really wondered what Irese was thinking.
"Does he know that you speak Imperial?"
Sigrid shrugged. She didn't know. She didn't care.
"I don't think so. And I'm not going to tell him. I told you. He's a fool."
"He's a darn attractive fool though," Irese said and with a smile she added. "And he has such a wonderful cock."
Sigrid tried her best not to blush again and almost succeeded.
