Chapter 4

Andrew could feel what was happening to him. He could feel the warmth as something settled over his cock. He still couldn’t react, but his mind enjoyed the sensation. He briefly wondered which of his women it could be riding him. He knew Brena from experience. Hara was known as well, but this vagina felt different. As the motion continued, Andrew felt his body responding. The explosion of cum from him sent shivers all through him, then he settled back into darkness.

Brena

Brena pressed down, feeling the new hymen blocking her entrance. She pushed hard and winced as she tore through the annoying bit of flesh. Without waiting, Brena pressed herself down on the new, giant-sized cock. She could feel it opening her as she pushed down. Brena felt the blast of hot semen when Andrew’s body responded. This was stronger than any other time they had coupled. Her body reacted, and she had an orgasm that nearly rendered her unconscious. Brena fell forward, laying on Andrew’s chest as darkness almost took her.

Hara heard Brena scream as she came. She rushed in just in time to see the younger woman collapse on Andrew. Seeing Brena sag and collapse on Andrew caused Hara to panic. She rushed over and caught Brena before her weight had a chance to land on Andrew. Hara carefully rolled Brena to the far side of the bed. Once Brena was clear, Hara saw the mess of two people having just mated. She also noticed that a fair amount of blood was in the mix. She hadn’t believed that Brena’s healing power would fully restore the hymen. Her own was naturally thin. She had not felt any pain when Andrew had taken her the first time after Brena had repaired her body.

Hara’s attention was caught when Brena groined. “Hara, when you try that monster, be ready to feel like you have been split in half,” Brena said. She slowly raised herself enough to see the mess on Andrew. Looking down at herself, Brena saw she needed to bathe before the mess could dry. Brena sat up and tried to stand. As she pulled free of Andrew’s cock, a flood of combined fluids poured from her freshly opened vagina. As she slid free and tried to stand, her legs felt weak, and her vagina hurt. Brena put a hand over her crotch, trying to stem the flow of semen. “Be ready to be very sore,” Brena said quietly, wincing as she stepped. She used the edge of the bed to assist herself to the wash basin. This Inn had no fancy water and wash systems like the Broken Sword.

Hara assisted Brena, sitting her on a side bench. Once seated, Hara wetted a cloth and knelt before her Mistress. Cleaning the combined fluids took only a few minutes. As she finished, she leaned in and gave to inflamed pussy a kiss just above the slit. She felt Brena shiver at the gentle touch of Hara’s lips. Looking down, Brena said, “Thank you, Hara. You don’t have to call me Mistress. The slave brand is gone; you are a free woman now.”

“I know, Mistress Brena. I have been a slave much of my adult life, so it is the way I think about you. You saved my life, so I owe you my service in any way I can serve you and Andrew.” She looked at Andrew’s supine body, “And I am looking forward to riding that beast.” Hara blushed a little and rose to clean Andrew. He was a bit harder to get completely clean. His pubic hair was thick and long now. She hoped she could convince him to trim it back a little. With the chore of cleaning Andrew’s member and hair completed, Hara leaned over and gave the flaccid cock a light kiss. It jerked a little, then settled back into the bush of hair under it.

Hara rinsed the cloth and hung it on the bar above the basin. She turned to Brena, “Mistress, we need to eat. Andrew will be fine without us for a few hours.” Hara handed Brena the shift she had been wearing for the last week, then pulled it back. It was stained and stiff from not having been washed recently. She tossed it to the side, letting it try to stand up against the wall. “Let’s see what we have that will still fit us.” Brena went to where the packs had been stacked and pulled hers out. Opening it, Brena began pulling out clothing she would wear when not on the road.

Brena pulled out two light dresses, holding them up for Hara to look at. Hara took the one that was light and filmy. She held it up to the window, and the sunlight showed through it. Removing the soiled shift had been difficult; it stuck to her in several places. Hara started to pull the new dress over her head. She stopped and looked at her arms and legs. Her hair had grown in, and she could smell herself.

“On second thought, Mistress, let’s head to the bathing chambers and clean up. I stink and need to shave. So do you, for that matter.”

Brena looked down at her legs and saw they had a thick coating of hair on them. “I agree, Hara. What happened to us?” Brena pulled the towels she always had in her pack, her shaving gear, and soaps. “We can do each other and get cleaned up. I think our man will awaken in the next day or so.”

Hara nodded in agreement, taking the two dresses, and started for the door. “Hold on, Hara, you have forgotten your blades. We must never leave the room without being well-armed.” Hara picked up the belt that contained the sheaves that held her daggers. She slipped it over her shoulder and opened the door. She carefully looked out, checking both ways before she stepped out. The dimly lit corridor was clear. She motioned for Brena to come out. Brena had picked up a large dagger, almost a short sword in size. She held it in her free hand, ready to battle should the need arise. They walked as quietly as they could on the old wood plank floor. It squeaked and groaned as they walked to the stairs. Hara paused at the top and listened. She could hear voices down below them. The sound was low, not loud like a fight might be ready to break out. They took the stairs slowly, making as little noise as possible.

At the foot of the stairs, they could see the front room where the fight had taken place. Much of the furniture had been destroyed during the battle. Brena had sent several Plat Royals down with a serving girl to give to the owner to repair or replace what had been destroyed. The man was pleased with this and ensured the women and the unconscious Andrew would not be disturbed. The common room was once again in serviceable condition.

Once off the stairs, they walked around the edge of the room, staying in the shadows as much as possible. Sneaking did little good. Several heads turned their way and followed the barely dressed women as they went to the door leading to the washroom. They paused and listened for any noise from within. Not hearing anything through the closed door, Hara opened it and peered inside. What she saw pleased her. The room was well-lit and empty of occupants. They entered and closed the door behind them. The door didn’t have any sort of lock, so they both jumped when the door opened. One of the maids had followed them in. She looked at Brean and asked, “Will you need hot water? I can have some boiled for the tub in a few minutes if you like,” she said to the two women, both of whom had their hands on weapons, ready to fight. The young girl backed away from them, almost out the door at the sight of the drawn weapons.

Brena, seeing the girl, relaxed and secured her blade. Hara followed her a few seconds later. “Sorry, girl, we are a bit jumpy from everything that has happened,” Brena said. “Yes, the hot water would be nice, thank you.”

The girl relaxed and smiled, “I will have it delivered in a few minutes.” She turned and exited the room at a pace that the two could see was faster than her usual pace. Brena sighed, “We’re both too jumpy, Hara. We need to relax.” Brena removed her robe and hung it on a peg from the wall. Hara followed suit, and they both went to a stall that had a shower. The water was cold but not freezing. They wet themselves down and stepped out of the cold water flow. Hara soaped a cloth and proceeded to wipe Brena’s body down. “Step into the water, Mistress, so I can get the soap off of you. Hara cleaned Brena’s body using a scraper, preparing it for shaving. Brena did the same to Hara, getting the built-up dirt from her servant/lover’s body.

Hara began preparing the shaving soap for both of them. She made as much as could fit in the mixing bowl. Hara looked at the blade and could see it needed a stropping before she shaved Brena. The wall near the door had a leather blade strop hanging from a hook. It was a half-inch thick strip of rawhide, half a foot wide and three feet long. When she rubbed her forefinger down it, Hara could see it was a well-maintained tool from the color and texture. A small bucket beside it had the oil that helped smooth the blade and keep the leather fresh. Hara ran the edge up and down the strop several times, stopping to check the condition of the razor. Once it had the look and feel she wanted, she returned to Brena.