'Out!'
She refused to move until he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to her feet. She clawed at his face but he swatted away her arm and switched his grip to her hair, pulling her shrieking to the door. With a final thrust, he propelled her onto her knees on the landing. Anriit hissed at him over her shoulder as he slammed the door
Noran flung himself down on the bed.
Exhausted, he tried to rest. There had been few nights when he did not wake up in a sweat, plagued by dreams of his bloodstained wife, the ruin that had become of her and his son. He lay there with his eyes closed, trying to picture Neerita's welcoming eyes and full lips instead of Anriit's scowls; the two kept merging so that he saw the face of his dead wife twisted with anger.
He heard the slamming of the main doors and breathed with relief that Anriit had left. Noran lay for a while longer trying to relive happier memories, but his vision kept coming back to that bloody night in the camp.
There was a knock at the bedroom door a moment before it was opened a crack.
'It is me, Meliu. Can I come in?'
Noran sat up but said nothing. The door opened further and Ullsaard's youngest wife crept in, eyes wide with apprehension.
'I can leave if you wish,' she said, her worried gaze fixed on Noran. Being angry at Meliu was worse than kicking a dog and Noran felt no desire to berate her for intruding.
'Come in,' he said with a deep sigh and a wave. 'I am sorry. I did not mean to frighten you.'
Meliu closed the door behind her and slipped over to the chair where Anriit had been sitting. In the slanting light from the window her straw-blonde hair shone and Noran realised just how beautiful she was; except for the sorrow in her eyes, that was hard to bear.
'What is the matter?' Noran asked.
Meliu looked out of the window, the pale sun on her face.
'I am lonely,' she said. 'I miss Ullsaard, and Neerita.'
'I miss her too,' said Noran. 'But there's no need to be lonely, I will keep you company.'
Meliu's grateful smile reminded him so much of Neerita that Noran had to look away. He heard Meliu cross the floor and sit on the bed beside him. He looked at her.
'Nobody to gossip with? It must be hard.'
Meliu playfully punched him on the arm.
'We did not gossip,' she giggled. 'It is important to know who is doing what with whom. I am sure Neerita helped you more than once with something about one of the other noble families.'
'That she did,' Noran said with a sigh. 'Amongst all the bed-hopping there was usually something about whose farms were doing well, who was looking for a wife or husband, who had no heirs. That is the sort of thing you can make business plans around.'
'I am very sorry she is not here,' said Meliu, laying a hand on Noran's arm. 'And so sorry about your son.'
'Let's not talk about that,' replied Noran, taking her hand in his.
'Luia says Ullsaard treats me like a whore, but I still miss him so much,' Meliu said, her voice a whisper. 'At least he likes me, which is more than he does Luia. There is nothing wrong in enjoying a bit of attention, is there?'
'Nothing wrong at all in a wife that wishes to please her husband,' Noran replied. 'Neerita was always accommodating in that way.'
Meliu sniggered again.
'What?' asked Noran, catching her infectious laugh. 'What are you thinking?'
'Neerita and I used to talk about, well, you and Ullsaard,' Meliu admitted. 'You know, your prowess…'
'Compared notes, eh?' Noran had always suspected as much. The two of them had talked about other people's sex lives so much it was unthinkable that they did not do the same about their husbands. 'I hope the reports were good.'
'Oh yes!' Meliu became more demure and looked away. 'She said you were always very considerate.'
She fell silent and Noran put a hand on her cheek and turned her face towards him. Her eyes were moist.
'What is it?' he asked. She shook her head. 'Tell me.'
Meliu's words came like a spring flood down a river.
'I know that Ullsaard doesn't love me, not the way he loves Allenya, and Luia's right, he does treat me like a whore sometimes, and I am grateful that he chooses to bed me, but sometimes I wonder what it must be like, to share something more with someone, and I know it's ridiculous because I know he wouldn't look twice at me if Allenya wasn't my sister, so I should be thankful that he does, but it would be nice if…'
Her voice trailed away as Noran leaned across her, planting a gentle kiss on her lips.
'Stop talking so much,' he said.
His hand moved from her cheek to her breasts, massaging them through the cloth of her dress. They kissed again, a long, sensuous meeting of lips and tongues. Meliu pulled back with a gasp.
'What?' Noran asked. 'Did I misunderstand something? I'm sorry if I-'
It was Meliu's turn to silence the chatter, reaching a hand into Noran's trousers to caress his stiffening member. They lay down next to each other, kissing and touching, their hands exploring each other's bodies through and inside their clothes. With an impish smile, Meliu broke off from a long kiss and, pulling Noran's woollen trousers to his knees, lowered her mouth onto his shaft. He gave a grunt of pleasure at the touch of her lips and tongue and stroked the thick curls of her hair as she worked back and forth.
It was almost too much, but Meliu pulled away with a parting lick before Noran's pleasure burst forth. She giggled as he rolled to his back and lifted her onto him, pushing her dress up above her waist. Cupping Meliu's buttocks, Noran steered her into position and she lowered herself towards him, but stopped short, brushing the tip of his member but no further.
Meliu grabbed his wrists and pushed his hands behind his head as she wormed her way up his body.
'Your turn,' she said, placing a warm thigh on either side of his head, lowering herself onto his face. Intoxicated by the scent of her, he thrust his tongue out, pulling his hands free so he could grip her backside again, dragging Meliu further onto him as she ground her groin back and forth across his mouth.
Meliu's breath came in short pants and squeals. Noran felt her fingers clamping onto the top of his head and for a moment he was worried that her nails would draw blood, so tight were their grip.
This time Noran pushed her away, sitting up so that she fell to one side, her face and chest flushed with red, one breast protruding from the top of her dress. For a moment in the dim light, he swore she looked like Neerita, so happy with him, so eager for more. The sensation passed with a twinge of guilt, but that was easily swamped by Noran's desire to finish the act.
With Meliu still on her side, he lifted her upmost leg and pushed himself slowly inside her. There was a real hunger in Meliu's eyes as she looked over her shoulder at him, almost pleading with him. He could resist no longer and started with quick thrusts, each made deeper by her movement back against him.
His climax built swiftly and strongly, and Meliu's wild eyes betrayed her own approaching moment of fulfilment. Every muscle tightened in Noran's body as he reached the highest point, all of his lust and grief and anger and loss condensing into a feral shout as it burst out of him into her. The whole world stopped for a few spasming heartbeats, his ears hissing with blood, barely hearing Meliu's shriek of pleasure.
As he sank back into the bed covers and pillows, Noran enjoyed the calm that washed over him. But the bliss would not last, something nagged at him: Meliu's tight grip on his arm, digging into flesh, pinching the hairs on his skin.
'What is it?' he asked, opening his eyes and turning his head slightly to look at Meliu. Her stare was fixed on the door. Noran lazily rolled over to see what she was looking at.
Luia stood in the open doorway, hand on the frame, one eyebrow raised in amusement.
'You were at the jewel market!' Meliu snapped in accusation.
'I am back,' Luia replied quietly. She slowly shifted her eyes from Meliu to Noran. 'My sister is a brainless slut, so I can understand her part in this. You? I thought you would be wiser. You have a wife for this sort of thing.'
'Have sex with Anriit?' Noran laughed. 'My cock and balls would freeze off before I was finished.'
'You seem to find this situation amusing,' Luia said.
