Chapter 39

We waited until ‘night’ which was to say, until the Pure camps settled in to sleep. Perhaps they had some way of telling time in this dim underworld, but we only guessed at it. Our plans were simple. The winding corridors and mid-sized rooms of this underground realm were perfect for ambushes and **** points. We would hit them swiftly, and often. Avoiding the elites where we could, and leaving no survivors. Uncertainty would be our ally.

I was concerned about triggering an early **** against the city, but really we had no clue when, or under what conditions, an attack would take place. Perhaps we could take an officer to interrogate, but doing so would be more a matter of luck than planning. I did make sure that we wouldn’t destroy all of their supplies. If there was one thing that could push an army into some act of desperation, it was debilitating hunger. Weapons, bedding, armor, any other sundries were fair game. Food and water was not.

We planned out our initial strike as a small council. Myta, Hati, and myself. The scouts had already given us the information we needed, and the squad leaders were all checking on the state of their warriors. Everyone needed to be in top shape for our push tomorrow.

We’d already discussed the plan several times, hashing out the details as we traveled. This was just a meeting to review everything one more time, making sure that we hadn’t missed some glaring flaw. Ket lurked near us, ostensibly to ensure that no enemies approached us unawares. I thought she was just bored. The spirit found stalking without a kill at the end to be tedious, and unfulfilling.

“We’re set,” Myta reiterated. I could see the strain around her eyes, and it was reflected through our bond. “We’ll move a few hours after they bed down, and if the initial push goes well, we can hit them all through the rest of the night.”

“You’re repeating yourself.” Hati was blunt, but her voice wasn’t unkind. “This is your first command of a real ****, yes? You need to relax before we fight, or you’ll be in no condition to handle whatever goes wrong. Something always gets fucked when the fighting starts.”

*You have not mated in several days,* was Ket’s contribution. *You and your veth feel better, after.*

“Not much privacy the last few days,” I laughed. “It’s been hard to find the chance, when anyone can hear.”

*You wish to prevent the others from hearing?* the spirit sounded bemused, and her presence extended around us. *Easy enough. Now no one beyond this area will.*

I glanced at Hati, but the large woman gave me a dismissive wave, and a large grin. “Don’t hold back on my account. I’m as bored as the cat.”

I looked at my vas, and she rose to her feet. She was blushing lightly, but didn’t hesitate to begin stripping her armor. A few sidelong glances at her sergeant were all that betrayed her nervousness. I’d made a point never to put her into too compromising of a position in front of her subordinates before. But right now, between Hati’s playful expression, and Ket’s unconcerned demeanor, I couldn’t deny the small thrill and spark of pride I was feeling. Myta was an impressive and beautiful woman, and a part of me wanted to show her off, to display my prize to a… select audience.

I was sitting on the floor, laying with my pack between my back and the curved wall to give me a little support. I opened my buttoned tunic to a murmured “nice” from Hati, and then undid my belt and trousers. I didn’t take anything off however. Myta was the display here, not me.

At my thought, she kneeled and pulled my member out of my trousers. Neither of us were particularly clean after marching days without access to fresh water, so I decided against having her oral attentions right now. She flushed when I thought about it, however, and I caught a burst of lust from her, mixed with embarrassment and pride. Apparently I wasn’t the only one with a desire to show off.

I rose to hardness in short order, and spun Myta around to sit on my lap. My rigid shaft rubbed between her thighs, which were already slick with her anticipation. She moaned as I bit her shoulder, a bit more loudly than she normally would. I could tell it was genuine, but also exaggerated, a little show for our audience.

Hati gave a little moan of her own, nothing loud or intense. More a sound of appreciation, or anticipation. She’d shed her own chest armor, and now sprawled with her legs splayed casually in her under tunic and armored trousers. Laying back, in what looked to me like a quite uncomfortable position, she undid her own trousers and slipped her fingers inside.

I couldn’t see anything of her privates, but her intentions were clear. As Myta reached down to grip my cock, she raised her hips. With a small squeal she dropped her weight and plunged my full length inside herself. As she did, the sergeant’s hand began to move.

Both women let out moans again. Myra’s carried her characteristic rasp, and the satisfaction in it was music to my ears. Hati’s hand worked strongly in her her trousers, and her noise was more a grunt of effort, like she was delivering a blow on the training field. The larger woman seemed to be meeting the eyes of my vas, and I could just imagine Myta staring back, eyes half-lidded in lazy pleasure.

I reached around her hip, pushing her hand away so that I could rub her pearl with practiced skill. She matched my pace, rolling her hips forward and back like ocean waves lapping about my waist. Scooting down a little on my legs, so my member angled forward, rubbing more firmly against her sweet spot within.

Her matching my motions let me control how quickly her waves of pleasure built. I took my time, building her up higher, then backing off until she cooled down, then building her up again. Hati tried to match us, but after a few rounds she grew impatient, or perhaps she just lost control. The sergeant came quietly, eyes going blank as she plunged through a very subdued but clearly intense orgasm.

I waited until she was finished, and awareness returned to the woman’s eyes. Only after I saw her look back to Myta, expression slightly abashed, did I pick up my pace for our final ascent. My lover laughed, throaty and delighted, which squeezed her channel around me in a wonderful way.

I gave her pearl a gentle slap, then rubbed it furiously as her hips jerked and drove back hard against me. She screamed as she came, her head and shoulders falling back against me. I didn’t stop tormenting her bud until she was struggling to pull away from the sensation. The feel of her writhing finally set me off, her pelvis grinding pleasurably into my groin as I spilled my seed inside of her.

“Thank you,” my lover groaned. To all three of us, I thought. “I really did need that.”

*It is right. Vethris, vas, and vasra should grow closer together. I can sense your bonds deepening.* Ket was still perfectly matter of fact. I thought about asking her what vasra meant, but it was fairly obvious. I was Myta’s veth, and Hati’s vethris. In turn Myta was my vas, that made Hati Myta’s vas, and my vasra.

“How can we tell who in the group have become Myta’s vas?” I asked her. My own vas made a confused noise. Apparently my flame had not made that connection during our earlier conversation.

*Just look,* apparently the spirit was running short of patience with me. *Like any vas, they are bound to her in the sea.*

I felt my heart skip a beat, as I finally, finally understood the significance of the relationships between us. I opened my spiritual eye, looking for the bond between Myta and myself, the spiritual connection that joined us. I didn’t just reach for it, as had become second nature to me, I really looked. There emerging from her core, her more recently cleansed node, was where the tether emerged from her. And here, it joined my own spirit body at the heart. But in between, the tether was hazy, hard to focus on despite its incredible strength, strength that had only grown between us. I shifted my gaze, looking to a place that was farther from the physical. Some sorcerers called it deeper into the spirit world, others described as being above, but neither quite captured the distinction.

Myta felt my sudden shock, and it broke through her happy languor. She sat up, and turned around. Heedless of the mess as my softened cock slipped from her. My blank confusion worried her, and as I failed to come out of it her worry began to turn to panic.

“Master, what is it? What’s wrong?” Her distress shook me out of my daze, and I met the eyes of the woman I had somehow, unwittingly, roped into the deadly quagmire of celestial politics.

“Our bond runs through the Radiant Sea.”