"You haven't forgotten that you promised me a pass to Castle Hill, have you?" Irese said smiling up at Jarl.
The prince was wearing a wide smile and nothing else. His clothes lay discarded over the entire room.
"Ah. Yes. Well, I had forgotten. But I will get that for you by next week. I promise," Jarl said picking up one sock.
"You better. I was good to you tonight, weren't I?"
"You were indeed," Jarl laughed.
Sigrid stood over by one wall and looked at the two of them. She could not get the image of Jarl pushing his member in and out of Irese's tight hole out of her mind and she was still soaking wet and had had no release all night. It was driving her near insane. All of a sudden, they were heading out. Sigrid didn't even remember saying goodbye to Irese. They headed down Parchent, the revelry had subsided slightly, but the streets were still fairly full. People with horrible masks were running back and forth shouting loudly and Sigrid almost stabbed one of them reflexively as he or she jumped up towards her.
"Take it easy," Jarl said laughing. "They're just playing around."
Sigrid looked at him. At least he was in a better mood now than before. As they passed over the bridge to College Hill Jarl did not take the low road that passed around the College towards Merchant Hill but rather turned up towards the College.
"Are we not going back to the mansion?" Sigrid asked.
Jarl shook his head. Sigrid did not say anything else. She had a feeling Jarl knew that she was staying somewhere close to the mansion, even if he did not know that she was in the actual house. Officially she was still staying in the Lost Princes suite.
As always, every time they walked this way Jarl hesitated between one of the large oaks and the first row of benches. He looked up into the night and then slowly took a step forward. As if he was stepping over something. No, Sigrid thought. As if he was stepping through something. She looked up but there were only glittering stars on the heavens above them.
"Did you leave the lights on?" Jarl asked as they walked up to the Lost Princes.
Sigrid looked up and saw that he was right. Lights were still on. They shouldn't be. She pushed ahead of him and walked quickly up to the main door pulling it open.
"Wait here," she said looking back at him.
He nodded. She walked the twenty steps down to the door that led into Jarl's quarters. She felt the door. It was open. She drew the long dagger and stepped in. She let out a sigh of relief as Mirja turned towards her.
***
"It is an amazing feeling if you do it right," Mirja said stroking Sigrid's hair.
Over from the sofa came the steady sound of Jarl's snoring. Mirja had given him one of her draughts again and he was completely out. Mirja was laying naked next to her and Sigrid was relaxed for the first time in hours. Mirja had brought her to an amazing climax as soon as she had put Jarl to sleep and Sigrid had almost started crying. Now they were just lying there lightly touching each other.
"I want to try," Sigrid said.
Mirja laughed.
"Just make sure you're well prepared. I can help you train if you want. And there is special lubrication that you can use that makes it easier, and more pleasurable. We have all kinds of good things over at the Parlor for all types of activities."
Sigrid turned towards her.
"You can help me?" she asked with a frown.
Mirja smiled and then slid down her body. During the next bell she used her tongue and fingers on Sigrid and brought her to several more orgasms as she started teaching Sigrid how to enjoy her rear opening.
***
At the beginning of the following week Jarl moved back into the Lost Princes. The amount of shouting that had taken place at the mansion had been enough to bring the city guard. Twice. Sigrid did not mind. It was easier to guard Jarl there and thanks to Mirja's draughts, she and Mirja could spend the nights, that Mirja did not have to spend at the Parlor, together.
Mirja and Jarl had had finished their sexual acts for the evening, which Sigrid enjoyed participating in more than she wanted to let on. Sigrid knew that Jarl was pushing her limits almost every night, but she had not yet agreed to take her clothes off as he had requested. She did not know how much longer she could hold out though.
Mirja prepared another one of her brews and after Jarl had downed it he soon fell asleep.
"Are you sure it is good for him to be knocked out every night?" Sigrid asked.
Mirja smiled down at the sleeping prince.
"He needs his rest. If I didn't put him out every night, I am not sure that he could handle what I am doing to him," she said almost as an afterthought.
Sigrid frowned and studied the sleeping man. He did look peaceful.
"I have everything prepared for tomorrow night," Mirja said as they once again lay next to each other.
Jarl was asleep on the other side of the bed, his naked backside towards them. Sigrid nodded.
"I have found a book in the library that describes the type of doorway that I am sure that is used upstairs. It is a Scriptomantic lock, or more specifically a Signumantic one. I was planning to take a course in Scriptomancy next semester anyway, so I read through the course material for the first two tiers," Mirja said looking up at the ceiling. "And some of the third tier that discussed intra and inter-material Signum."
Sigrid smiled at her. She wondered how it felt to be as intelligent as Mirja. Did she see a completely different world than she did herself?
"I don't think I've ever seen you smile," Mirja said looking at her.
Sigrid immediately wiped the smile off her face.
"Don't do that," Mirja said stroking her cheek. "Show me that smile again."
Sigrid looked at her. She did not like showing what was going on inside to others. She had not done that since Torun. And look how that had ended.
"Please," Mirja said moving closer. "I promise I'll be good to you if you just show me one little smile."
Sigrid studied the other woman. She had been more intimate with her than anyone. More intimate than with Irese. More intimate than with Torun. She felt a sting at the reminder of her lost love. Torun would have wanted her to smile. She let the smile return.
"It's beautiful," Mirja said tracing her finger along Sigrid's lips.
Sigrid did not believe her. But it felt nice, nonetheless. Jarl shifted next to them and rolled over on his back. Mirja let out a laugh.
"Well. Look who's awake."
Sigrid felt a surge of panic. She looked over at Jarl. His eyes were still closed, and he was breathing heavily. Then she noticed what Mirja was referring to. Jarl's member stood at attention straight up from his body.
"I wonder what he's dreaming about," Mirja mused.