Deceivers Among Us
Due to Orin's humble beginnings, he had never been wealthy, nor could he imagine how opulent the lifestyle of a person of noble lineage could be. This privileged status soon became apparent to him, after the last of the ogres were hunted down. Lady Oryala sent a messenger to her kingdom, a full four days' ride away. Following another four days, there appeared an entourage of wagons to dismantle her kingdom's section of the camp, and also a covered, extravagant carriage reserved exclusively for the Lady. Oryala was set to leave at once, while her subordinates would come much later, after all the tents and gear were loaded up. The men from Labacum and Grauxall were also preparing for a timely departing.
Lady Oryala invited Orin and Sundri to ride with her, but not Bartram or Miriam. Sundri was eager to board the lavish carriage, while Orin was put out, as he did not want to leave his friends behind. It was only after the archer privately encouraged Orin to go that the young man finally relented. And so, he went into the carriage with the two older women. When the wheels began to roll the vehicle away, Orin was seen staring out the window at the two adventurers he was leaving behind.
Bartram thought it would be easy, as all the men from Castra Devana had to do was pack up and load everything onto wagons with open beds. This turned out to be more complicated than he at first assumed, as the rumor went through the camp that the men from Grauxall were stealing whatever they could get their hands on from the others. As a result, the men from the other kingdoms were still putting up a night's watch, despite that they had no enemies to fear from outside the camp.
On the second night after Orin and Sundri's departure, Miriam joined him. "I wonder what Orin is up to at this moment? I can just imagine that stupid Lady and Sundri jumping his bones in some wayside inn."
"Are you still jealous, girl?" Bartram laughed.
"Not jealous, just curious."
"You know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat and all that!"
Miriam frowned. "Tell me true. Did Lady Oryala take Orin with her because she intends to cockle him?"
"Yes." Bartram admitted. "Orin told me so with his own mouth, just a few days ago when we went to hunt squirrels and gophers."
"I still think Orin would be a better fit with a girl his age."
"Oh, really? A girl like you?"
"Why not? Better than that old hag."
"Oh, come now, Miriam. Sundri is a wonderful older woman."
"Why, because she never says no? You say open your legs, Sundri, and she does it all the time. You would think a woman her age would get tired of getting cockled, but no, that never happens!"
"Let it go, Miriam." Bartram advised. "Sundri is not your enemy. If you want Orin so badly, the next time you see him, walk up to him and tell him."
"It isn't that easy for me."
"You said you liked him? Why is it not easy?"
"Because... Because Sundri is a wily old cunt, and she knows the tricks and turns to worm her way into a man's pants. I don't know any of that!"
"You're still young. You'll learn those same tricks as you get older. The important thing is that you've left your tiny speck of a village, where everybody thinks along the same lines. Out here in the real world, there is much to see and much to be learned."
Finally, Miriam quieted down. Bartram was glad to have her silence, as for the last couple of days she had been complaining to him, as she had no other sympathetic ears to turn to. He used the lapse to scan the area around the last erect tent. Everything else had already been broken down and sent off down the road. The men from Grauxall were set to travel the next morning, so this would probably be the last night any of them would have to worry about missing equipment or supplies.
"Bartram, do you know that a few days ago, I followed Orin and Sundri into the woods, without them seeing me." Miriam admitted. "That decrepit old woman took Orin behind a tree. She pulled his breeches down and put his cock into her mouth."
"Did she?" Bartram grinned. "You've never done that before, have you? It is called blowing out the candle."
"I would never do anything like that to a man."
"Why not? It is a great pleasure to a man. If you do that right, a man will not forget about it. I've known many fools who have fallen into love with a woman who is an expert at blowing the candle."
"Orin certainly enjoyed it." Miriam went on. "I heard him crying out in bliss."
"You cannot blame a man for enjoying pleasure."
"No, I suppose not." Miriam sounded resigned. "Sundri may be as old as dirt, but she knows how to please Orin. It would take me a hundred years to become as good as she is at blowing out a candle. Then I would be as old as she is!"
She said the words with some resentment, Bartram noted. "Orin is a good fellow. I'm sure that if you tell him you have only had a few lovers, that he won't expect for you to be as proficient as any madam at a brothel."
"Are you saying Sundri is as accomplished as a madam? What hope do I have, Bartram? I will make a mess of it and Orin will laugh at me. He'll say, look at this dumb woman from the hills, that cannot begin to match up to my ancient witch."
Bartram laughed. "Orin does not think that way."
"I know he does!" Miriam insisted. "Are you still my friend, Bartram? If you are, you must tell me what I have to do to be as good a lover as Sundri is. You cockle that old woman as much as Orin does. What does she do to you that keeps you returning to her?"
"Well, she is very willing..."
"And I am not willing at all. What am I supposed to do, take off all my clothes in front of Orin and let him do to me as he will? Tell me about blowing out the candle. What is the trick of it?"
"There is no trick, really. You merely put a man's piece into your mouth and you fondle that man until he bursts from pleasure."
"That is exactly what Sundri did. Hold your finger out, Bartram. Let me put my mouth around it, so that you can tell me if I am doing it correctly."
"I suppose it will make the watch go by faster." Bartram relented. He had one last glance around, making sure no other man was about. Once he'd stuck his finger between Miriam's lips, he felt her blowing air on it. "What are you doing?"
"Blowing the candle, as you said."
"No, that isn't the right way. You have to understand that a woman's mouth is taking the place of that woman's cleft. The hold has to be much tighter. And you don't blow, despite that this is called blowing the candle. You suck. Here, suck on my finger as if you were sucking on a hard candy."
"Like this?" She asked.
After a few moments, Bartram said, "Now move your lips back and forth along my finger. No, no, that's not it. Here, give me your blasted finger. I will put that into my mouth and show you how it should be done."
"Oh. That's different." She noted, a short while later.
"Try again." Bartram encouraged her. "That is much better. Do you know what? If you really want to get good at this, you should go to your knees. That would be more of the actual angle you would be performing this in."
"All right." She agreed.
Bartram poked two of his fingers into her mouth. "This is closer to the size of a man's piece. Try it now. Yes, that is much better. You are getting the hang of it. Keep going until I say to stop. Move your head back and forth, so that your mouth can graze along the entire length of my fingers. That's it, Miriam. You are finally doing it right."
"Enough to impress Orin?" She wondered.
"I'm sure of it. I don't believe Orin will be as picky as you make him out to be."
"I should do this a bit longer."
"Yes, you should." Bartram replied. By then, he was feeling more than a little excited. "Of course... You know, my two fingers are not quite the same size as a man's cock would be. You could try this another way, if you are willing."
Without waiting for her reply, the aroused man quickly pulled his breeches down. It was dark out, but the glow from a lantern showed Miriam everything she needed to see. Knowing her as he did, Bartram though she would protest, or possibly even bite him.
"I've never done this before." Miriam admitted. She set her hand on the erect rod. "Sundri does this all the time, doesn't she? All right, Bartram. You'll have to tell me if I am any good at this, so I will not be embarrassed when I try it with Orin."
A moment later, Bartram could sense Miriam leaning closer to him. Her soft lips found the end of him, before she slipped him into her mouth. Her lips glided over part of his length, before her mouth tightened on him.
"Well?" She asked, after letting him go.
"That was good." He answered. "For a beginner."
"I will try it again."
This time, Miriam didn't stop with the introduction. She sucked him in and bobbed back and forth a few times.
"Very good." Bartram told her. "Use your tongue, like I did to your finger. That will make Orin really stand up and take notice."
She did it, awkwardly at first until the got the motion of it.
"Oh, yes." The willing man grunted. "That is the right way. You'll have it down in no time. Orin will be very surprised, oh yes, he will. Try a little faster now."
Miriam kept her actions up.
There were worse ways for a man to pass a night's watch, Bartram considered.
At first, riding in an expensive carriage had been a nice thrill for Orin. As the trip became lengthier, and all he had to look at was the blur of the countryside, the young man became bored. Sundri and Oryala chattered like a pair of exotic parrots, so much that Orin observed them to see how often they paused for air. When their chatter kept cycling back to the same few topics, Orin turned his attention to the carriage itself.
He scrutinized the frame of polished hardwood, the intricacies of the windows and single door, and the ingenuity of creating a hidden storage space below the two short benches. The young man considered the fine stitching and patterns of the upholstery, which was found on the benches and the ceiling. Actually, he was curious enough about that upholstery that he began to pick on a corner of the bench. After he damaged that corner and left it hanging loose, the Lady gave him a good scolding. Another time, Orin thought it would be a good joke for him to piss out the window, and that earned him a good scolding as well.
Every so often, the carriage would brush by foliage encroaching the road. Since Orin was nearly at the point of jumping out of the moving vehicle, for his next amusement he chose to poke his head out. The purpose for this was to find out how close his head could come to a branch without being smashed.
Lady Oryala looked dumbfounded at his dangerous antics, while Sundri covered her mouth and laughed out loud.
"There is a rider approaching from the west." Orin noted, with his head still hanging out the window. "He carries no banner or insignia on his clothing. I would guess he is a common sort."
The two women expected the rider to whisk by, and not for the carriage to slow down only a few moments later.
