Empire of Exiles, page 53
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Sleeping on Sindyrrith’s new bed was almost better than sex.
Almost.
Jason lay still after waking the next morning, luxuriating on the incredibly comfortable mattress. The firm foam provided better support than he had ever experienced. He felt almost weightless.
That Sindyrrith cuddled tight against him, yet there was no hot spot like every foam mattress he’d ever slept on before, was even more impressive.
Between the luxurious bed and the recovery boost from Achievements, Jason felt more refreshed than he could ever recall.
And this is after Sin demanded four repeat performances. Now that I’m thinking about stamina, is it just her, or do all Elves have a limitless libido?
“Mmhm, this is nice,” Sindyrrith murmured, her breath teasing at Jason’s ear. She pressed her body against him and sighed.
Jason wrapped his arm around her and nodded. “Very nice, Sin, and thanks for sharing this with me.”
She shifted, draping a long, lean leg over his and slowly grinding against him. “I told you I expect to live a life worthy of my station. This is an excellent start, but we will need far more peasants and better defenses to build a proper estate here.”
Jason ignored her condescending words and focused on what they would need to ensure everyone had the best life possible. “How expensive was this bed? Both in raw materials and your time.”
Her left hand teased down his side, tickling his rib cage as it meandered toward his groin. “The materials are cheap and plentiful. However, it took me most of the past ten days to process and enhance everything. But it was so worth it.” Sindyrrith sighed and stroked his member. “Last night was your best performance yet, Jason.”
He couldn’t resist grinning before kissing her dark-purple lips. “It was a wonderful night, but I was asking about making more mattresses like this. How expensive would they be?”
Sindyrrith’s violet eyes opened, and she stared up at him for a moment. “I do not know how the guilds handle it back home. But such beds are common enough that most anyone higher than a slave could have one similar to this. The biggest time sink is stirring the boiling mixture after adding the powdered creben seaweed. Otherwise, it would only take me a few hours to prepare.”
“Could someone else do the time-intensive part if you just focused on performing the alchemical aspects?”
Sindyrrith furrowed her brow and nibbled at her bottom lip. “Yes. If you assigned enough workers, I suppose we could make a bed for everyone in the settlement. However, it would require procuring more resources from the Leonine.”
“Seriously? We could make that many?” While Jason’s first thought was about improving the lives of his citizens, another idea occurred to him.
We could raise some serious funds by selling a few of these to the nobility back in Kusnou.
Sindyrrith nodded. “I have enough supplies to craft perhaps a dozen currently.” She flashed him a stunning pout before continuing, “but it would mean many hours of work for me. Which I would expect you to make up for, Jason Drake.”
Grinning, He pulled her closer and kissed her again.
Jason broke free when she began rocking her hips against his erection. “I think we can arrange that.” He kissed his way across a high-boned cheek and teased her sensitive ear. “We might have to sell the first few mattresses back in Kusnou before outfitting our own people. There’s still a lot of goods and tools we need.”
Sindyrrith shivered as he licked the outer rim of her elongated ear, then began nibbling near the tip. “A s-sound plan. But later.”
Jason grinned, enjoying the way her ear fluttered. Hands tracing down her sides, he lifted her slender body so he could slip inside her again. “Yes, much later.”
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“So we’re going to open a mattress store?” Natalie asked, grinning.
Jason chuckled. “Maybe. I’m not sure Sindyrrith’s willing to let anyone into her room to test it, but her bed is incredible.”
“Only Zarah, of course,” Sindyrrith said.
Jason nodded. “Understandable.” He turned to Natalie. “Trust me. It was more comfortable than any bed I ever touched back on Earth. Way beyond memory foam. It’s like sleeping on a cloud. And the best part is, it never got hot.”
Natalie’s gray eyes widened. “Seriously? I’d love to know how that works.”
“I do not have the patience to explain high-level Alchemy to you,” Sindyrrith replied haughtily.
Zarah giggled and leaned over to hug the frowning Dro’ikyr. “That’s fine, Sindy. We know you’re a really skilled Alchemist. And Jace totally trusts you.”
Natalie met Jason’s gaze and rolled her eyes. “Anyway, if it’s as good and cheap to manufacture as you said, I could easily see us making a killing back in the city.”
Grady nodded. “Yeah. While most of the populace are near subsistence living, there are at least a few thousand who’d be willing to shell out some serious scratch to buy a luxury bed. I think the nobles mostly use feather mattresses.”
“Those smelly, lumpy bags of bird waste are so uncomfortable,” Sindyrrith said. “At least Sari had a quilted one. Who would want to sleep on a pile of musty feathers?”
“Okay, so getting back on topic. We’re agreed that this idea is worth pursuing?” Jason asked.
Everyone nodded, so after they finished breakfast and split up for the day, Jason spent the rest of the morning talking with the various Furred leaders and found four younger women eager to help Sindyrrith with their new business.
Trading advanced weapons and tech—assuming Natalie, Grady, or I could figure out a way to remember the details we mysteriously can’t recall—might cause us problems later. But this should be a safe bet. And, if mattress making is as cheap as Sin claims, maybe we can scale up production later and sell to the lower castes as well. That’d put that arrogant snake’s flat nose out of joint.
Chapter Fifty-Three
For a week, Sindyrrith claimed Jason each night. Zarah seemed fine with it, and it wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy sleeping with the alluring woman.
So when Sindyrrith told him to join her after dinner, he thought nothing of it.
After checking in with the night watch, Jason went to Sindyrrith’s hut. Looking forward to another evening with the hot-and-cold Dro’ikyr, he stepped inside, then froze.
Sindyrrith and Zarah stood before the luxurious bed. A glowing light floated overhead, drawing his focus to the pair. Both turned as he entered, matching grins spreading across their faces as he stared at their stunning figures.
The Dro’ikyr possessed an impressive collection of stylish lingerie and took great pleasure in showing off her gorgeous body in different sets. Tonight, she wore a new one, an overly complicated collection of white silk with sheer stockings and arm sleeves. Shimmering, purple-black cloth strips hung from her wrists, waist, and shoulders—mirroring similar ones tied to Zarah’s.
Surprising him, Zarah wore a new outfit. Elaborate sigils decorated a gold-trimmed, black corset that clung to her sleek body. Satin ribbons laced along the sides left Jason wanting to unwrap the sexy Rathemian as he drank in her seductive appearance. Shorter bridal gauntlets concealed her hands and forearms.
A dusting of gold sparkled across her cute face, and Jason swallowed as he grew erect.
Sindyrrith shifted her hips, striking a sultry pose, one hand wrapping around Zarah’s waist, pulling the shorter woman close. A pale tail slid across the Dro’ikyr’s waist, drawing his gaze to the silk garter belt concealing Sindyrrith’s belly button.
For the first time since they met, Zarah wore shoes. Elegant high heels enhanced both women’s already shapely legs. Despite her tendency to run about barefoot, the Rathemian balanced without a hint of concern.
When Jason dragged his gaze back up to the pair’s subtly decorated faces, they flashed seductive, hungry grins.
Sindyrrith’s violet eyes smoldered. “Do you like what you see, Jason?”
Unable to speak around the lump in his throat as arousal flooded his system, pumping blood downstairs, he nodded and started toward them, absently shutting the door.
She leered at him, the physical embodiment of lustful pride, as she wet her lips with a well-practiced move.
Zarah mirrored the taller woman for several seconds before her lips twitched, her golden eyes glowing brighter.
Seeing his lover’s effervescent nature bubbling up, Jason chuckled as Zarah broke character and flashed a goofy smile.
Sindyrrith scowled before sighing, abandoning her sultry pose, and glaring at her companion. “We were supposed to be seductive, Zarah. Remember what we discussed?”
“Aww, I’m sorry, Sindy. But I’m just too excited. It’s been so long, but we’re finally having a threesome!”
Jason laughed as Zarah bounced on her feet, though his eyes focused on her pert breasts trying to escape the corset. Pale flesh peeked out between a thin strip of silk and the supportive cups beneath.
Sindyrrith rolled her eyes, then refocused on Jason. “Well, this is not quite how I envisioned tonight—”
Jason strode closer, smiling as he reached out to cup the Dro’ikyr’s dark cheek. “You both cut a magnificently sensual appearance.”
Skin flushing at his gentle touch, Sindyrrith stood straighter, regaining her poise, eyes hooding. “Of course we do. Now, remove those plebeian garments and take a seat, male. I must make allowances for Zarah’s… exuberance, but we will not skip ahead.”
“Yay!” Zarah chirped, leaping away from the dark-skinned woman and grabbing Jason’s hand. Beaming, she dragged him to the bed, using her free hand and tail to half-strip him.
Jason chuckled. “All right, all right. I can undress myself.”
To his surprise, Sindyrrith followed, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him to face away from the bed. She squatted effortlessly and tugged his pants down while sending his thoughts back to the first time she had demonstrated her oral prowess.
Given how insistent she’s being, I’d bet they’re going to dance. I still don’t understand its cultural significance, but I won’t say no to watching her with Zarah. They’re both inhumanly graceful.
Within seconds, Jason sat nude on the decadent bed. Sindyrrith rose and pulled Zarah back toward the only open floorspace in the twenty-by-ten-foot room.
The pair spread apart, silk streamers fluttering as they moved, heels clicking on the smooth floor. Sindyrrith glanced over to ensure he was properly captivated before facing Zarah and nodding.
Sitting still, Jason swallowed as his lovers gazed into each other’s eyes, a tangible tension building between them.
Sindyrrith clapped once, and the magical light faded. A half dozen purple candles lit, lending the simple room a cozier, romantic air.
Zarah’s tail brushed against a strange, rune-covered box on a shelf behind her, flipping its lid open. Music filled the room, a slow, rhythmic song that sounded almost familiar to Jason.
Both women flowed with the steady beat, hips rocking, heads swaying. Their movements grew as the music picked up. Zarah’s tail snapped behind her in time with each pounding drum beat.
Jason kept silent, focused on the pair gliding toward the center. When Zarah peeked his way, he smiled, ignoring Sindyrrith’s frustrated huff.
Billowy cloth shimmered and flowed as their arms swung and their hips swayed. They danced in circles, every part of their sleek bodies shifting and rocking in time with the music.
Jason gulped, leaning forward as his lovers sped up, swirling closer and closer, seeming to have eyes only for each other.
Zarah reached out for Sindyrrith, who mirrored her. Their billowy outfits intermixed, silk streamers fluttering around them as they leaned in to kiss.
He groaned when Zarah flicked her tail, causing a sheet of sheer black to block his sight at the last second. She giggled, that bright, free sound that always made him smile.
They parted, circling wider, and Sindyrrith studied him with lustful eyes and a pleased smirk. Jason sat back, content to enjoy their performance.
Minutes passed, and the music shifted. The drums faded, a piano and strings rising to dominate the tune. They started closer again, the tempo building.
In the center of the room, Sindyrrith reached out, taking Zarah’s hand and leading her in a waltz of sorts. Shimmering cloth swirled around the pair as they danced. They gazed into one another’s eyes with an intensity that made the very air around them thick and heavy.
Jason watched, enthralled by the increasingly intimate dance. Sindyrrith led, guiding Zarah with the grace and effortlessness of a veteran performer. The bubbly Rathemian flowed with every movement, seeming to share a mind with the older woman.
She moves far too smoothly for dancing backward in heels.
They drew close, breasts pressing against one another. Sindyrrith embraced the shorter woman, then dipped her back until Zarah stared upside down at Jason. Her golden eyes blazed with heat. Both women breathed hard as they rose and resumed twirling.
A sudden reversal in the music, the piano turning almost violent, signaled a shift in their dance. Zarah took the lead, driving Sindyrrith back with a forceful, mesmerizing performance.
The graceful Elven woman neared the wall, and Jason started to warn her, only to gasp when Zarah spun her, and she kicked out at the plastered wall with one stiletto heel.
Blue light flared from her shoes, and she danced up without missing a beat. Every bit of decorative fabric hung toward the floor. Yet neither woman showed any strain beyond the flexing of toned arms.
Angry and sharp, the violin rose to prominence as Zarah danced along the room’s edges, never releasing Sindyrrith. Only after circling around to the far side did the graceful Dro’ikyr return to the floor.
The pair kicked off their heels, the straps unhooking without a touch. To his surprise, Zarah took the center, turning to face him. Golden eyes staring into his, she peeled off a long, diaphanous strip, captivating him as the fabric fluttered to the floor.
Jason bit his lip as she danced in place, displaying incredible grace and muscular control. More cloth followed until Zarah wore only bridal gauntlets, thigh-high stockings, panties, and the silk corset. The last layer to float to the floor was her detachable bra, leaving her pert breasts exposed.
“She is quite delectable, isn’t she, Jason?”
He twitched at Sindyrrith’s unexpected question. Nodding as he worked to regain the power of speech, he froze as the similarly clad Dro’ikyr slipped in behind Zarah, hands tracing her figure inches away from all that pale skin and black silk.
Zarah ground her ass back against the taller woman. When Sindyrrith dipped her head and began kissing and suckling at Zarah’s exposed throat, Jason forgot to breathe.
The pale Rathemian tilted her head back, giving more access, even as she continued to sway in place.
As the music shifted again, Sindyrrith clasped Zarah’s hand and spun her around. The pair settled into a slow, agonizingly sensual dance, hands brushing hips and faces as they gazed at each other.
Jason blinked dumbly a few times when Zarah beckoned him with her tail. Rising, he stalked over, his raging erection jutting out.
He pressed against Zarah’s firm body, cock squeezing against her silk-covered back as he joined the duo’s slow dance.
“Ooo! He’s so ready for us, Sindy.”
The Dro’ikyr stared up into his eyes for several seconds before smirking. “Is that so? I wonder if we can’t heighten his interest further.” Ducking her head, she resumed necking Zarah, eliciting a sweet cooing that sent another spike of arousal through Jason.
“H-he really likes that,” Zarah moaned. Grinding back against his throbbing erection, she tilted her head, giving him a better view.
Sindyrrith held eye contact with him as she nibbled and sucked at Zarah’s throat, making the slender woman shiver between them.
When Zarah twisted her head around further, Jason took the invitation and kissed her. The angle was awkward, as Sindyrrith didn’t relent, but he savored the Rathemian’s heady taste and subtle fragrance.
Zarah’s long, flexible tongue dueled with his until a throat clearing drew their attention.
Sindyrrith pouted, her eyes blazing with desire as he pulled back. Before he could lean in to kiss her, the beautiful Dro’ikyr darted closer and captured Zarah’s inky black lips in an aggressive, noisy kiss.
Jason watched, breathless, as his lovers kissed with fiery passion. Zarah ran her fingers through Sindyrrith’s white locks while her tail clung to the taller woman’s waist. Sindyrrith cupped Zarah’s head, pinning her in place as they made out.
Okay… that’s seriously hot. No way that’s just them putting on a show for me. Zarah wasn’t lying about them being more than eager to share.
He was unwilling to move for risk of disrupting the erotic moment. Before long, Sindyrrith pulled back, flashing him a wicked leer. She let out a throaty chuckle before asking, “So, did that spike his interest?”
Zarah nodded, panting. Her tendrils radiated heat as they whipped about, filling the air with her heady pheromones. “He really enjoyed that, Sindy. Maybe we should start with—”
Sindyrrith shook her head sharply. “No. We take him first before going further. I won’t have a male coming between us. Once we’ve shared equally, then we can put on another show for him.”
Their words painted a picture in Jason’s mind, but he shook it aside, focusing on the pair of breathtaking women before him.
Sindyrrith pulled Zarah away, guiding her to one side. “Now, which—”
She squawked when Zarah grinned and darted back, tackling her to the bed.
“What are you—”
“Relax, Sindy. We don’t need to worry about who goes first if he takes us together.” Zarah glanced over her shoulder and winked at Jason, tail dancing above her. “Come on, Jace. This way, you can claim us both at once.”
Sindyrrith huffed and leaned to see around the squirming Rathemian pinning her down. “Fine. I suppose that is one way to settle the issue.” She arched a white eyebrow at Jason. “Well, male, what are you waiting for?”
