Bone Lord 4, стр. 52
“Vance, I can help you with certain choices you will have to make in Yeng,” Friya said. “I have seen in my dreams that you will face many challenges there. But to see more clearly, and for my dreams to be more vivid, I will need some of your energy …”
“And I want to thank you for helping me through this difficult time, after being excommunicated,” Elyse said. “I think I know exactly what’s involved in this energy exchange Friya is talking about. And if neither of you mind, I would dearly love to be part of it. I’ve never, you know, been intimate with a woman. It’s a taboo in the Church of Light, of course, but well, we know where those rules were coming from. It’s clear to me now that such taboos deserve only to be broken.”
A blond sandwich was exactly what I needed to satiate the hunger growling in my loins.
“What do you think, Friya? Can you share some of my energy with Elyse?”
Friya looked Elyse up and down, and the lustful gleam in her eyes only grew brighter.
“Your energy is more than enough for both of us, Vance,” Friya said. “And I’ve always enjoyed the intimate company of women just as much as I enjoy the intimate company of men. I’d be happy to teach the former cleric about the joys of the forbidden fruit.”
“Let’s go to my cabin then,” I said as I took each woman by the hand.
Chapter Eighteen
Once we were inside my cabin, I locked the door behind us, just in case Drok or someone else decided it would be a good idea to barge in unannounced. This cabin was one of the few on any of the warships that had a dressing room with a shower attached to it. Hot water, gently heated in a copper barrel above the shower by a slow-burning oil lamp, was available on demand; this truly was a suite fit for a king. For once, I could appreciate the former commander’s taste in opulence. Knowing that I’d be sweaty after the battle, I’d lit the lamp, and by now the water was good and hot.
“Why don’t we all get squeaky clean before we get dirty,” I said to the pair of them.
“I think that’s a splendid idea,” Elyse said.
I’d never seen her so exuberant and unreserved; her excommunication was working out pretty well for her.
“I do miss my hot spring back home,” Friya said. “A hot shower will be most excellent right now.”
“What are we waiting for?” I stripped off my light assassin’s armor and clothes.
Elyse, who’d been wearing her magic golden plate armor during the battle, was now only clad in a skimpy white dress. Friya was wearing her wolfskin Cloak of Changing around her shoulders, a gray tunic and brown leggings with bearskin boots underneath. She slipped the cloak from her shoulders and began to remove the rest of her clothing, while Elyse simply pulled a string on her dress. The dress fell to the floor, and she stood there nude, smiling without a trace of shyness on her beautiful oval face.
Friya stared at Elyse’s angelical form with just as much appreciation in her eyes as there was in mine.
“It is not a sin for two women to engage in carnal acts, Elyse,” Friya said as she slipped her tunic off, exposing her tattooed torso, with her massive round breasts giving a pleasing bounce when they were freed. “The real sin was the Church of Light making you think something so natural and wonderful was something to be left to devils.”
Friya removed her leggings, and now we were all naked. I took a few moments to marvel at the glorious sight before me. Two blonds, busty and beautiful. One with white-blond hair, the other one more sandy, with streaks of lighter and darker browns highlighting her hair.
Friya’s tattooed figure was more voluptuous, with bigger breasts and more pronounced hips, and she was a little taller and more strongly built than Elyse, with a more solid line to the curve of her jaw. Elyse was by no means girlish in terms of her figure; her perky breasts were large and perfectly shaped, pink nipples swollen with arousal. Friya’s, also stiffening with excitement, were more of a peach tone. Friya’s white-blond hair shimmered like a curtain of raining metal around her shoulders, straight and sleek and soft, while Elyse’s wavy hair tumbled around her subtle shoulders. The slimness of Elyse’s waist accentuated the gentle curve of her hips and the firm roundness of her ass. Friya was more voluptuous in these two areas, and her thighs and calves were more muscular. Elyse’s long legs were those of a regal oil painting while Friya’s were more those of a sprinter. A telltale wetness glistened around the opening of each woman’s slit.
Needless to say, my cock had already sprung into action. It throbbed with excited heat, and the women’s hungry eyes—Elyse’s big and blue and almost girlish, beneath attractively arched brows, and Friya’s deep-set and piercing with strong, dark eyebrows—were pulled to the sight of my erect member as if by an irresistible magnetic force.
“Why don’t we get a little wetter,” I said.
There was more than enough room for all three of us in the shower. When we stepped inside and I turned on the hot water, the two women giggled with delight as the warm water sprayed their naked bodies.
I lathered up both their beautiful forms, my cock getting almost painfully hard as I soaped up their tits and asses, then slid my soapy fingers down between their thighs. They washed my cock, giving it some playful strokes and giggling as we washed each other’s bodies.
When we were satisfied with our cleanliness—and getting dangerously satisfied with just standing there and pretending to wash parts of each other that were already beyond clean—we finally managed to dry and find the bed.
“May I have the first kiss with Elyse?” Friya