After a short time, when her breathing has returned to a more normal level and her heart is no longer pounding in her ears, Parker begins to extract herself from the two men. She moves slowly, every muscle in her body protesting. But she needs to get cleaned up.
As soon as Parker starts to move, Joe carefully pulls away from her. Leaning down he kisses her forehead gently. "Stay here, love. I'll get some warm water from the manor for you." His hands running soothingly down her arms and back for just a tad longer than is strictly needed.
She blushes softly. "I'm not the only one who needs it." She whispers, a smile on her face even with the dull throbbing aches she is beginning to feel. She is going to be sore tomorrow.
He smiles at her, leans down and brushes a kiss on her much abused lips, which probably lasts longer than he initially intended. Pulling up, voice horse, "The only one who is important."
And leaves the wagon before he is tempted to further abuse the beautiful, wonderful woman.
It will take him about 5-10 minutes to fetch water and such.
Parker watches Jo go. She cannot help but smile after him. Once he is under way, she gets up from the bed while trying not to disturb Dev, and rescues her wine from the desk, pulling out the crimson feather, which she places as a tithe to the wagon, on one of the floorboards, where the wine seeps slowly into the wood. Drink up. She says quite softly to the wagon. She takes the bottle with her, leaving it by the bed, and then she picks up stray clothes belonging to her and both men, and makes sure nothing is on the floor to be tripped over. Well feathers remain, but those will have to wait for a broom. It doesn't take more than a few minutes, even moving at half her normal speed. Then she perches on the corner of the bed, sitting not entirely comfortable... yet not wanting to lay down until she is clean. She takes a sip from the wine, and waits for Jo. Her pretty gaze turns to Dev as she waits, and she watches him, her eyes shining with happyness. Her hair has fallen to conceal her breasts so that she looks not only incredibly sexy, but also mysterious and alluring and artistic.
Dev's eyes open. A hand reaches out for something that is no longer there. He rolls over to one side, his eyes follow Parker's movements as she retrieves their clothes. One hand absently begins to pick up feathers remaining on the bed around him, placing them in a little stack. As she sits down, takes a sip of wine and her gaze finds its way back to Dev, he finds himself coming to attention again. "Sorry," he says, with something of a sigh, "it's just you're so incredibly sexy. Guess I just can't help it." He smiles somewhat abashedly. "I wouldn't worry about the sheets, we should probably get them cleaned up in the morning anyway." He pats the bed next to him. "Care to sit your luscious little behind next to me or are you planning on remaining the most indescribably sexy, mysterious, vision of a man's desire kept at a distance until Jo gets back?"
"I'd hardly think there was any mystery to me left... after... uhm... " She blushes prettily. Looks down, her gaze dropping shyly. "Wine?" She offers him the bottle she was drinking from. A pause, then she asks, half curious and intrigued, half reluctant due to the unaccustomed soreness, "You could... go again?" Then she blushes even harder.
Dev nods and takes the bottle. Knocks it back, taking a good swallow. Breathes out. His eyes never leave her. "With you?" He pauses, eyebrows raised, "of course. No question about it." His eyes travel up and down her body and his erection twitches. He pulls a corner of the sheet over his lower torso. "Sorry. Got a mind of it's own sometimes." His eyes sweep over her curves again, resting on her partially hidden breasts, before coming back up to her eyes. "So, going to come sit with me?" His hand brushes the part of the bed next to him again.
She smiles, looks like she wants nothing more than to be close to Dev, to touch him and be held, but she holds back, just a bit. Alas, you'll have to come to me. I can't quite get comfortable until I'm cleanned up. I'm too sore to move that far on my own and be able to get up again when Jo comes back... and I have to get cleaned up. I'm rather covered in... well... uhm... blood and other fluids." She blushes at a thought, and then very slowly pulls her hair up into a loose bun, revealing her decolletage inch by inch, before unveiling her breasts to Dev completely as she secures her hair. "I like where its mind goes, and would very much like to explore its train of thought once Im recovered." She wonders, out loud, Was it ok, what I did with my mouth? You seemed surprised."
Dev looks like he was about to move towards her, but as her hair begins to rise he seems to lose the will.
A few moments after she completes her bun, he apparently regains his mobility again, sits up and slides over putting an arm around her waist, hand on her thigh. "Kitty, love. There have been others with years of experience that never learned to do what you apparently know how to do naturally. To put it mildly, yes, I was surprised. You are absolutely phenomenal and I am the luckiest man alive..." he smirks "...or nearly alive, anyway, to have you in my life. As a friend, as a lover, as someone to care for and protect. Thank you for being you...and being here with me." His right hand moves around her waist as well and he kisses her lightly on the temple.
She puts her head on Dev's shoulder and snuggles against him as he puts his arm around her waist. A mischievous smile. "You are pretty lucky. I've had near twenty years of voice lessons. Perfect throat control and no gag reflex." She explains. Her arms go around Dev and she holds him as close as he holds her. hmm... That sounded more romantic in my head. Buries her face against him, only half modest.
Dev chuckles giving Parker a little squeeze, and another peck on the temple. "That's okay, love. Jo's the romantic one, not me." He looks down at her exposed bare skin...and twitches again.
Dev snorts lightly. "If I am, believe me, it's purely by accident." he says. His right hand comes off her waist to her left cheek, thumb brushing the stray hairs away and turning her to face him, brushing his nose against hers.
As Dev moves her face towards him, her whole body moves after and her legs drape across Dev's lap. It's unconscious on her part... But she has the skills of a natural born seductress. Even her fingers trail over his arm with the perfect pressure to elicit another shiver.
Dev sets about dutifully ensuring that the wine is cleansed from her palate. He does so slowly but thoroughly. Being very meticulous and conscientious about it. After all, it is such a horrible, horrible, dreary task.
As Dev finishes his dreary task, there is a polite knock, a pauses, and then the door is opened. Joe, hair damp, comes in, taking in the scene with a glance. With a small smile, "I think that you could use a cold rinse as much as I did." He puts the large, steaming teapot down on a trivet and the another, colder one, on the floor. The soft package goes on the table next to the trivet.
He walks over to Parker, leans down to brush a kiss on her lips, "Feel like getting cleaned up, kitty?" If Parker stands, "Dev, would you mind taking the sheets to the count laundry? And picking up some of his extras for Parker to use until hers are clean tomorrow?"
Parker looks up at Jo, her smile lighting up her face. Jo's words to Dev about a cold shower making her blush just a tad. Jo kisses her, her lips no longer tasting of wine, but still no less the sweet. She nods when he asks if she feels like getting cleaned up. Moves a little stiffly out of Dev's embrace. Before she turns away, her fingers trail over Devs jaw line, committing his features to memory by touch or perhaps marking their teritory. Then she goes to Jo's side, looking up at him, her eyes shining with happyness. The though of clean sheets seems very appealing, and she realizes she should order extra before they left the castle. Once she is standing before both men, she notices just how nude she is. A slow blush spreads over her skin and her eyes drop almost shyly, as if she finally realizes she has just spent several hours in the most wanton compromising fashion. With two men.
As Parker begins to move, Dev's hands assist her up, trailing across her bare skin as she later continues to move farther away. He breathes in deeply, rises, gathers the sheets from the bed into a bundle. Before leaving he pauses directly adjacent to Parker, one hand caressing her jawline almost identically to how she did his. His hand runs down her arm until he holds his fingers in hers. He strikes an overly dramatic pose, "Parting 'tis such sweet sorrow. I can only look forward to the time that my eyes chance to espy your beauty once again." He bows, with a flourish, kissing her fingers, turns on his heel, picks up the cloth bundle and walks out, presumably doing as Jo requested.
His hand reaches forward to tuck an escaping strand of hair behind her ear. Unable to help himself, he leans forward, brushing another kiss on her much abused and reddened lips.
He pours boiling hot water into the wash basin then adds cool water until the temperature is still heated but far from its scalding temperature. After dampening a washcloth, he turns to her, "I don't promise to be as skilled as Dot, but would you let me help get you cleaned up?"
If Parker assents, or at least doesn't object, Joe starts with a delicate dry bath, starting at her forehead, and working down, applying pressure to sore muscles in arms and legs. Taking note, and gentle consideration, of areas where the beautiful woman seems tender or sore. Rinsing the cloth or exchanging for a new one as needed, petting over her skin.
Then, when she is finally feeling clean of sweat and other more earthly bodily fluids, Joe pulls out a large, fluffy towel, letting the material wick away the water remaining on her alabaster skin. Wrapped in the towel he holds her.
Fingers running down her jaw to the line of her throat. "I am sorry you are sore, kitten." He kisses her nose, "I made something while I was waiting for the water to heat that may help." He smile, still loving, grows teasing. "Perhaps if you lay down and show me where you are sore, I can help." As if he hasn't already made a list of her abused muscles and tender areas.
Her lips are soft, even after all the kissing. She nods with a shy smile when he asks her if she would let him help clean her up. Parker blushes several times during the bathing process, and winces a couple of times when the soapy water encounters a tender area. Once she is wrapped in the towel, she folds into his embrace. At Jo's suggestion to lay down so he can tend to her, she blushes again. But he touches her face and neck with his gentle fingers, and she shivers in anticipation of his fingers in other places. Goosebumps betray her arousal, even though she has grown rather tender in a couple of places and probably should refrain from irritating them further this night.
She lays down carefully, still wrapped in the towel, which she slowly loosens once she is on her back. She opens it, revealing her nude body to him. "where should I begin?" she asks softly as she looks up at him with her large eyes. "where I am least sore... or where the most?"
"We should start with the little hurts," he smiles, "as those are sometimes overlooked for the greater ones." He pulls a small metal pot out of a pocket, unscrewing the cap. The odor is very slight, but unmistakably licorice. "For example, the bruising you have here." His finger, dipped into the smooth, greasy tincture, rubs gently along her lips. It melts into her lips, sinking in far quicker than Parker would expect from the moisturizers and lotions she has used.
He dips the fingers of his clever left hand into the pot. "Where next, kitten?"
Her lips respond to his finger and she has to keep herself from sucking upon his digit. She does press her lips together once as the tincture is being absorbed by her skin. All of a sudden the licorice scent doesn't bother her anymore. Perhaps it was the positive association of his mouth upon hers not too long ago.
"This little muscle here sort of twinges, and then both of these. I think there's some chafing on my knee." She indicates a little muscle by her left elbow, and the her biceps. She isn't sure if sh should give him the entire run down at once, so she mentions one more, "and... there's a little burning sensation here." her fingers delicately brush against her right nipple which had never been so manipulated before today and is just a tiny bit irritated. She gets goosebumps again. Apparently she hasn't really touched herself in intimate ways before.
His eyes watch her fingertips unintentionally tease herself with deep male appreciation, eyes smoldering with a desire for her.
He takes a dollop of the tincture, rubbing it between his hands, then gently massages the healing concoction first into her right arm then her left, his fingers playing delicately over the little muscle, working a bit more of the substance into that spot.
Then more onto his hands, and her legs are treated to the same loving care. The muscles of her thighs and calves massaged, and a little extra behind her knees to rid her of the uncomfortable chaffing.
With perhaps more of the mixture than seems needed, his fingers work rub her areola and nipples. No doubt that he lavishes attention on them until her nipples are hard, proud nubs is only so the medicinally effect is applied properly.
His voice, shades darker, "Where else do you need attention.
As he pays such attention to her breasts, she squirms ever so slightly, her pelvis moving of its own volition, wanting attention. She swallows, then lets out a breath of air, stifling a soft moan before it has the chance to vocalize, Jo however knows the effect he is having on Parker. "here" she says breathily, as her legs part and she indicates a spot higher up on her inner thighs. and... here. She runs finger tips over swollen labia, front to back, her hips moving, tilting so she can show him how far back it aches, giving him a lovely view of her moist smooth bare sex. She rolls onto her stomach, stifling a blush, and here. she indicates the spot where her lower cheeks meet, a spot he is now intimately familiar with. She looks at him over her shoulder, with a glance that will probably never completely loose its innocence even as it is extremely seductive.
His eyes follow her fingers, glowing with approval of her actions. After she turns over, his hand reaches between her legs, but does not touch, she can feel the warmth from his hand, but there is no pressure, no electric contact of his fingers on her most intimate of junctions.
When his hands move back they are covered with the healing grease and rub over her raised behind, the healing herbs taking away the bruise that was forming on her sensitive skin from his rough handed slap early the evening. Only then do his fingers steal into the crack between the firm globes, more of the lubricated, healing mixture rubbed into the abused rosebud, and then with just one finger, inside to soothe aching muscles.
Then his talented hands move down, spreading the tincture over the bare lips, the hooded clit, and then inside, healing the parts of her that were torn. His fingers tease, please, stroke, but so slowly.
Driving her passions, but not letting her crest on climax, just teasing her body to an aching peak, but giving her no more.
Finished with his ministrations, Joe turns her over, wrapping her in the soft towel and pulling her onto his lap. The hardness pressing against her bottom evidence that his body responded soundly to his ministrations of her.
Rocking her gently, brushing a kiss on her temple, "Can I serve you in any other way, Kitty?"
He drivers her passions with his fingers as he administers the healing salve, and she can stifle her passion no longer. A moan so soft it's almost a hum, escapes. Her pelvis undulates with his fingers, and she quickly grows moist. Then he wraps her back in the towel and places her on his lap. She grinds against his hardness without even thinking.
He speaks again, her answer is in losening the towel.
Take me." she whispers as she enfolds him in her arms, her legs circle around his waist so she sits in his lap, facing him with her legs spread open for his shaft, and he could either move a little and lay her down on the bed and make love to her, or stand up and take her against the wall. Her lips find his, and now it is she that tastes of licorice.
He groans into her lips, his hands sliding down her body, teasing her waist, to rest on her hips, where all he would have to do is unlace his pants and he could plunge into her tight, wet depths. Instead, he breathes deeply, stilling his body, nipping at her lips, then tracing kisses along her jaw to just beneath her ear. He whispers into her skin, "Take you?" his voice hard, yet teasing.
"But I just went through so much effort to make sure your soreness would go away..." He chuckles, the dark sound vibrating against her throat. One of his fingers sinks into her, his thumb playing in moist flesh around her nub, never touching that bundle of nerve endings.
"I should treat you like the lady that you are, let your body rest, recover." Withdrawing his hand, "Shouldn't I?"
She unties his laces, his head falls to her shoulder a groan escaping from his as her hands find his hardness. oh, kitten"[/b] His hands going to her breasts, teasing the hard nipples as he breaths, controlling the need coursing through his body. Leaning his head forward he kisses her, murmuring into her lips, "Then I shouldn't treat you like a lady."
His hands stroke from her pert breasts to her shoulders, then down her arms, taking her wrists, moving them behind her, holding them both in his right hand. Not hard, she could easily pull away if she wanted to.
His left hand pulls a vial from a pocket and downs the heavily laced mint liquid. Beneath her she can feel a hum as the herbs strengthen his body. Wrapping her legs around him, he stands, his hardness rubbing against her soft mound and the nub at its peak. His lips back on hers, hard, but with the underlying tenderness and love. "Is that what you want, kitten?"
With her arms held behind her, her breasts are thrust forward and up, her back arched. She doesn't pull away. Her lips cannot get enough of his mouth.
"yes." Her words are barely a whisper.
"As you wish." He takes the few steps to the wall, his movements with her weight easier than normal. Her back hits the wall, and seconds later, with no teasing, no hesitancy, he is in her to the hilt. His member warm, hard and throbbing within her, and different, the ridges and head more defined.
His lips stay with hers, but his free hand steals between their bodies, playing with her nub as he begins to thrust. Slow at first, luxuriating in her tightness, then building in speed, taking her, and yet ensuring that each thrust, each twist, touches the places inside designed to make her scream.
He thrusts into her, and she's wet, tight but ready. He fits in her perfectly. When he moves so that his hard member touches the place inside her that makes her scream, she vocalizes her passion, the sound entering his mouth. Her body is willing, her pleasure is his to give her. She belongs to him. He to her. Her legs tighten, she moves with him, even pinned against the wall as she is. harder she moans against his lips.
And, like a man lost, he does exactly as she demands. His thrusts faster, harder, deeper, touching the center of her with each thrust. Each movement of his member in and out of her dragging against her clit. Keeping her pinned to the wall with her body.
And, when he feels the pleasure cannot get stronger without driving him insane, his free hand finds her breast, pulling at her nipple, adding that extra sensation to push her over the edge with him as he loses himself deep inside her.
He touches her breast with eager fingers, pulls at her nipple. The extra sensation pushes her over the edge, just when she thinks she will go crazy if he doesn't bring her to climax. Her pelvis muscles clench around his hard member as he comes inside her. Her muscles milking him, guiding his seed deeper into her womb. A perfect note escapes her lips as she cries out at the height of passion.
He clings to her, keeping her pinned to the wall, until he body is fully spent. Then, only when he and she are sated, he breaks from her ruby-touched lip. Chuckles, the sound deep in his chest and body, "I think we need to get cleaned up again." Kissing her again, deeply, not really wanting to pull away from her.
"Oh, completely." He says as he gently sets her to her feet, a smile, "I am the one who removed my towel and said 'take me' then insisted that you pants no longer be a hindrance." He kisses her softly, taking away any sting that could be there from the soft teasing.
Stays for a longer taste of her.
Groans as his body, again, responds to her nearness.
Finally parts from her, cleans himself so that he can re-lace his pants. Then he changes the water, and once again, tenderly cleans the sweat and stickiness from her lush, curved body.
Concern touches his golden eyes, "Are you sore, love? I know that I was a bit rough in the end there..." his fingers tracing her jaw, looking into her eyes so that she cannot lie to him, even for his own good.
She smiles softly at him. "It's your fault because you asked me what I wanted and then gave it to me." Lips meeting his for a long moment, not resisting when he starts to respond again. Small sigh as he finally parts from her. Lets him wash her, though she is clearly still aroused. Surprised at her answer, "Actually... I don't think I'm sore at all. You were... wonderful." She blushes, meeting his eyes, love and happyness shining through. "Are you going to wear those to sleep in?" She asks curiously.
He looks down at his slightly travel worn light pants and shirt. "Have been." he says honestly. "I normally sleep in the buff, but didn't seem right to do so when I was sharing a wagon with Kendra and you. Nor when I was sharing a room with Dev and Sin."
"I can order some cotton pants, if you want me to." Kissing her nose, "Because I would very much like to be acceptable in your bed."
Dev returns with a small stack of folded sheets and towels. He knocks, pauses for a few seconds, then enters, not really waiting for an invitation. His smile includes Jo, but his eyes are pretty much for Parker alone.
Parker is wearing her trusty silk robe. It does nothing to obscure her figure. "Dev! She practically leaps into his arms the seconds the sheets are put down. She looks happy, content, mischievous.
