Free Princess by Aishling Morgan

his own meal. Iriel continued to eat, her arousal growing slowly as she listened. As at Kaissia’s shaming, it was impossible to fight down her excitement, or her sense of honour at the risks they were prepared to take for the pleasure of her tuppenny, not far different from those a highborn man might have to take to achieve his lady. Suddenly a thought occurred to her, dashing her hopes.
    â€˜I am only an artisan,’ she admitted. ‘Nothing more.’
    â€˜I do not care,’ Nuidan answered, ‘come into the piss house and I’ll show you.’
    â€˜The piss house?’ she answered. ‘Why not here? As you said, you make take turns with me while the remainder hold off the watch, but you are to fuck me kneeling, so that I can see the combat. If we go into the piss house, who will see to call the guard?’
    Bages went into a sudden fit of coughing. Luides shook his head. Nuidan put on a crafty expression.
    â€˜Here, in the open, the four of us may not be enough to shield the man filling your cunt, and who knows, eight, maybe twelve watchmen may come to Taepenk’s call. In the piss house one man could hold the door against a dozen twelves. You will be soundly fucked, while Taepenk is sure to notice, and there are other ways to attract his attention also.’
    Iriel nodded and bit her lip. The heavy, strong beer was making her head spin, and they had aroused much the same feelings in her as at the shaming. It was making her want nothing more than to take their cocks, one at a time, especially those who a moment before had been fighting against high odds for the pleasure. She swallowed her last mouthful and washed it down with the remains of her beer, then rose.
    â€˜Come then, but take your time with me. No man puts himself in my tuppenny until he has traded blows with a watchman.’
    â€˜You are offering yourself, truly?’ Luides asked in astonishment.
    â€˜I am,’ she answered, ‘if you too have the courage, join your friends.’
    He made to answer, then shut up abruptly.
    Nuidan produced a grave nod, then spoke again.
    â€˜Go to the piss house, Iriel, I shall join you presently. You four, start a ruckus.’
    â€˜I have a better suggestion,’ Meles said. ‘You are the best fighter among us, no question. It would be much more appropriate if you were to take last place, having held off the watchmen. I am the least strong, and so should go to the piss house first.’
    â€˜True,’ Iriel agreed.
    â€˜Not so!’ Nuidan argued. ‘I am the instigator here, and in no mood for your slops! Besides, who else but I could hope to hold the watchmen off moments after discharging my shot?’
    â€˜I am as good as you,’ Dound declared loudly, ‘stronger for certain. I should be first.’
    â€˜Not so, I!’ Barges put in.
    â€˜Why?’ Nuidan demanded, not only Barges but Dound and Meles responding, voice on voice, until Iriel had lost the sense of it beneath their accents and slang.
    Luides alone remained silent, shaking his head, but with his eyes smiling as he took a draught of the black beer. Flattered, and ready for cock, Iriel waited for the men to reach a decision, speaking only when it became clear that none would give way.
    â€˜Men, please,’ she interrupted. ‘I shall take Luides in with me, naturally, as he has already been with me on the ship. You four must then argue, as you are now, but outside the piss house. This will attract the watch, and you may follow in turn as circumstances permit, but with Nuidan last, to bring me to my peak while the others fight.’
    Nuidan opened his mouth to speak but shut it as the grinning Luides stood up, his hand extended to Iriel. She took it, her stomach fluttering, her head spinning with drink, her tuppenny tingling in anticipation of the hopefully large cock about to be put inside her. Luides led her across the court, several of those present turning their