“Hooh.” Autumn said with a whistle as Summer finished recounting the events in the temple.
“Good call on getting out of there in a hurry.” Spring said with a nod. “There wasn’t a lot of traffic in the square, but I’m thinking we should probably get off the road for a while, too.”
Summer nodded. “Where, though?”
“I’m sure somewhere will turn up.” Autumn said with a shrug, and together the three of them picked up the pace to put as much distance between themselves and the temple hill as they could, as quickly as possible.
In the mid-afternoon, they came to another small town, and deciding that leaving a trail might be somewhat undesirable, sent Spring through town to buy some rations from the market, while Summer and Autumn made a wide circle around it instead. On the other side, they met back up, and Spring offered her sisters a pair of small roast birds and day fresh bread, and quickly they kept along the road, looking for places to go to ground.
At dusk, a manor nestled in a large, flower-decked meadow came up on the side of the road, and rather than heading into the forest to camp, they decided to try their luck there. As they walked up the mile-long path to the house, they heard the remnants of gentle buzzing amongst the flowers, where a few straggling bees were still going at their work, even as the sun was setting, the bulk of them having returned to the large bee houses sprouting on the far side of the manor by now.
At the door, Autumn swung the heavy bronze knocker against its cradle a few times, and after a short while the door swung open to reveal a young man decked in a simple linen tunic.
“How may I help you?” he said with a pleasant smile, that Autumn sensed came more from practice than any actual desire to help.
“Hello.” Summer greeted him with a light bow. “We are travellers from afar, seeking shelter from the night.”
The young man eyed her suspiciously.
“This is not an inn.” he said. “But you can find one of those in town.”
“Who is it?” a silky man’s voice rang from within.
“Some travellers seeking a bed, sir.” the young man replied airily. “I’m giving them the way into town.”
The silky voice drew up to the door, attached to the tall, slim man in flowing blue silks it belonged to. His shimmering green eyes ran over the sisters briefly, before he turned to the young man with a thin smile.
“There will be no need for that, Glenn.” he said. “You should return to the meadery for the night, I’ll deal with this myself.”
With a curt bow, Glenn stepped away from the door and made his way towards the back of the house, as the tall man turned back to the sisters.
“While as I’m sure Glenn was kind enough to inform you, this is not an inn”, he said, looking over each of them more carefully in turn, “to turn away a guest in need at this hour is hardly kind.”
“Besides which”, he added, “a most peculiar rumor has reached my ears, about three sisters wandering the Northern Road, and I would be most curious if these are you.”
Summer looked unsurely over at Spring and Autumn in turn, before turning back to the man. “What rumor would that be?”
“Why don’t we talk inside?” the man said, stepping aside and gesturing for them to enter. “Welcome to Moor manor.”
The front room of the manor was large and airy, the fading sunlight illuminating the finely carved but sparse furnishings as it shon in through glass pane windows covered with thin silk curtains. Cut into two levels, the lower level, where the door stood, was bare, save for a large hearth on the south wall, while on the upper level there stood a broad table carved from fine oak, with tall chairs to match. Besides a door to the back of the house and a staircase on the upper level leading upstairs, there was little more to the room, save for a large tapestry on the back wall, depicting a meadow dotted with flowers under a brilliantly blue sky.
“I, of course, am Morton Moor, of Moor Mead.” the man said as he swung the door shut behind the girls. “And I am one to wonder which if you is witch.”
Summer turned to him with an arched eyebrow.
“And which of you is wild.” Morton added with a sly smile.
“I don’t know what kind of rumors you have heard –” Autumn began, but Morton cut her off with a gesture.
“To taunt a host when all know the truth is also hardly kind.” he said with a smile.
“I believe my sister is genuinely curious.” Summer said as she slipped out of her shoes.
“Still, such rumors are, even if known about, best not heard about ones self, I find.” Morton lamented with a shake of his head. “There is hardly a less happy day to be had than when Glenn comes to me speaking of some thing or other he has overheard in the bunkhouse or in town.”
Morton ran a slim hand through his short black hair. “Although I suppose people say kinder things of sweet young things like yourself than of a wicked old meader brooding in his manor.”
As Autumn sat herself down heavily on the lip of the upper level and started worrying at her boot laces, Morton looked Spring over curiously.
“You may take of your boots, if you’d like.” he said with a smile, and at once she was next to Autumn, going at her laces as well.
“But, ah.” he lamented. “Figuring things out for oneself, such fun as it is, is far too quick a thing.”
“There is a bath in the cellar.” he added. “You can leave your clothes there, and I’ll have them cleaned for you.”
“Well –”, Summer began, but Morton cut her off with a gesture.
“There are robes there you may borrow.” he said, and Summer nodded.
“And”, he added, turning to Autumn in particular, “if you would prefer to sleep in the bunkhouse, I’m sure everyone there would do their very best to make you feel welcome.”
Autumn blushed softly as he continued. “If not, there is a spare bedroom upstairs, to the left.”
“Although”, he continued, sliding softly over to Spring in slippered feet, and placing a curled finger under her chin to draw her gaze upwards, “you’ll be taking the door to the right.”
Biting her lip and quivering lightly, Spring nodded obediently, her gaze lingering on Morton as he made his way upstairs.
—-
“That man knows too much.” Autumn said as she lowered herself into the hot water, sighing as the rigours of the road fled from her.
“About what?” Summer asked as she clambered over the edge of the tub.
“Everything.” Autumn said.
“He seems harmless enough.” Summer said with a shrug as Spring joined them, nestling herself between her sisters.
“I think Spring likes him.” she added with a grin, squeezing Spring’s thigh under the water.
With a giggle, Spring nodded eagerly.
“Hmm, yes.” Autumn said with a grin, squeezing Spring’s other thigh, eliciting another giggle.
“Anyway”, she continued, “I think I’ll take him up on that bunkhouse offer, so you’ll get a bed to yourself for once.”
Summer nodded. “Try to pace yourself, yes?”
“Why?” Autumn said with a grin. “We’re not walking all day tomorrow, after all.”
Biting her lip, Spring suddenly got on her feet.
“I should get upstairs.” she offered by way of explanation as she climbed out of the tub and toweled herself off with a large piece of terrycloth from a stack by the door.
“Don’t forget –” Autumn began, but before she was done, Spring was out of the door.
“A robe.” she said with a giggle, sinking into the water.
“I guess it’s her turn to disappear until we’re ready to leave, then.” Autumn offered with a grin, and Summer giggled quietly.
“You mean you’ll be setting foot outside the bunkhouse at any point?” she sallied, playfully sloshing some water at her sister.
“Fine.” Autumn said with a grin, joining in the splashing. “Our turn.”
—-
Spring stood trembling slightly at the top of the stairs, her skin still pink and hot from the bath. With a deep breath, she pushed the door on the right open, and stepped into the dark room, closing the door quietly behind her. As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she had expected to find a bedroom, but what she saw instead astonished her. Hanging all over the walls were a bewildering array of livestock implements; yokes and bridles, leashes, leads and collars, whips, scourges, crops, all of it looking like slightly the wrong size for any animal Spring had ever encountered.
As she stood wondering about it, the door swung open behind her, and Morton stepped inside, his silks rustling as he sidled up behind her and placed his hands lightly on her shoulders.
“Your sisters are interesting.” he said softly, a hand sliding down from her shoulder and under her arm to fondle her breast, drawing forth a stifled moan. “But about you in particular I am most curious.”
Morton brushed his thumb over Spring’s nipple, feeling it harden.
“This is my little collection.” he explained. “An expensive hobby, but oh so fun.”
Spring bit her lip to stifle another moan as Morton tweaked at her nipple ever so gently.
“Do you see anything you like?” he asked, placing his other hand under her chin to raise her gaze to the walls.
Steeling herself, Spring looked over the walls, trying to puzzle it out, when she realized that while all the equipment was the wrong size for animals, it was just right for humans. Her eyes darting across the walls, she stayed silent, still trembling under Morton’s light touch.
“I’ll pick something for you, then.” he said, and she gave a light nod.
Morton let go of her, and stepped over to the wall, browsing briefly before settling on an item. As he plucked it down he kept it out of Springs view as he stepped back up behind her, and not until she felt the narrow leather of the collar close around her neck did Spring recognize what was missing from the new gap on the wall.
“What joy!” Morton said as he fastened a leash to the front of the collar, letting the lead hang between Spring’s breasts, brushing over her sex as it swung back and forth stilling itself, each time sending a shiver through her. “It even fits.”
Slowly, he walked around her, until he stood in front of her, all smiles.
“Wonderful.” he said, as he leant down to collect the end of the leash, where it lay between Spring’s feet. “Would you like to go for a walk in the garden before bed?”
Spring nodded timidly, and as Morton walked out with leash in hand, she followed obediently.
Outside, the flower-decked grass was soft on her naked feet, and the smells of the gathering early summer night were overpowering in their presence. Slowly, Morton led her in a large circle around the meadow, occasionally directing her to smell this or feel that, or instructing her on the properties of various flowers as they passed them in thick clusters.
Some three quarters of the way around, he stopped, and unhooked the leash from her collar.
“The grass is so very soft, is it not?” he said, and Spring nodded.
“If you would like to play for a while, you should feel free to.” Morton said with an easy smile. “Well deserved for such a good girl.”
With a gleeful smile, Spring threw herself into the tall soft grass and rolled around with wild abandon, completely entranced by the wild and live summer smells and sensations on her naked skin. At a rustle behind them, Morton turned around, and Spring as well, just in time to see Autumn dashing naked through the grass towards the bunkhouse next to the meadery, and with a smile Morton turned back down to face Spring.
“It appears your sister is heading to bed.” he said airily. “Perhaps we should do the same?”
Spring nodded eagerly, and sitting up she obediently let him fasten the leash anew, before leading her back to the manor, up the stairs, and into his bedroom on the upper floor of the building. Where the front room had been sparse, the bedroom was positively lavish. In front of the large pane glass window overlooking the bunkhouse and meadery stood the centerpiece of the room, a large four-poster bed draped in layer upon layer of crimson linen, and filled with feathers and silk. The west wall was covered with an intricate tapestry, a rendition of the shape of the known world, and the east wall held a huge, ornately carved armoire, up to which Morton stepped after removing Spring’s leash.
“Be a good girl and help me out of these clothes.” he said evenly as he swung it open, and Spring quickly sidled up between him and the armoire, and lifted his long silken vest from his shoulders as he shrugged out of it, before dropping to her knees and unlacing his silk trousers. Slipping it off him, he folded the silk neatly and deposited it into the closet, before turning around to face him once more.
“Very good.” he said with a smile, turning around and sitting down on the bed.
With a smile, he beckoned her, and with a straightforward gesture he bid her seat herself on the floor.
“Now.” he said, hooking a finger through her collar and tugging gently at it, eliciting an eager moan. “I know you must be hungry by now.”
Spring nodded, and let her gaze fall from his face to his hardening cock. With gentle hands she spread his knees for access, before leaning in and slowly stroking the shaft a few times while covering every inch of it with light, hungry kisses. Once he was well hard, she trailed up along it, and at the tip twirled her tongue around it a few times, before wrapping her lips around it at last. Stroking the shaft as she worked it deeper bob by hungry bob, Spring once again lost herself, this time in taste and smell, and as Morton buried his hands in her hair to set the pace, she shuddered in sudden, cataclysmic orgasm.
Feeling her twitch, Morton pulled her head back, a strand of her spittle hanging glittering between the tip of his cock and her lower lip as she looked up at him through half-closed eyes, face contorted in ecstacy.
“Seems like someone got a little too excited.” he said with a wicked grin, and Spring nodded weakly, her mouth still hanging open as she sat panting.
“We can’t have that, can we.” he said, and Spring weakly shook her head.
Standing up, Morton brought Spring to her feet with a light tug at her collar. Gently, he ushered her over to the window and pushed it open. Pushing her gently forwards, he patted the window sill, and Spring bent over it, leaning out into the cool night air.
“We’re going to have to break you of that.” he said, walking up behind her and slipping his cock in between her legs, rubbing over her cunt and tapping against her belly, drawing out a quiet moan. “Aren’t we.”
Spring nodded quickly, still panting.
“So until you learn to control yourself, you’ll be telling everyone in the bunkhouse when you get too excited.” he said thrusting against her a few times, rubbing his cock against her bud.
On the third thrust, she came again, screaming her pleasure out into the night as she convulsed against the smooth wood of the window frame.
“Like so.” Morton said silkily, and Spring nodded weakly.
With his next thrust, Morton buried his cock deep inside her cunt, the force of it emanating as a loud slap when flesh met flesh, Spring squealing joyously. Again and again he thrust into her, each time with a moan or a squeal or a gasp, and soon another orgasmic scream, and a few moments later another one.
“Well”, Morton said, his own breathing deepening noticeably by now, “it seems you won’t learn tonight.”
With surprising strength he lifted her up and tossed her carefully onto the bed with a gleeful squeal, and after closing the window clambered up after her and rolled her onto her back, sliding quickly in between her legs and lying face to face with her he mounted her again. Spring wrapped her arms around his shoulders and stared deeply into his eyes as he fucked her, and as she felt him spill himself inside her, filling her up with his seed, a shattering orgasm rent her body and mind, and by the time he had pulled out and flopped into bed besides her, she was already comatose.
—-
By the time Autumn emerged from the bunkhouse, sticky, sweaty and satisfied, a week had gone by, and as hard as she had tried, Spring had filled each warm night with what was by now too many screams to count. As the sisters returned from their morning bath in their newly laundered linens and leathers, getting ready to get back on the road, Morton was seeing them off, a wistful smile on his lips.
“I am sad to see you go so soon, I admit.” he told them, before turning to Autumn in particular. “Glenn tells me everyone is.”
Summer bowed lightly. “We can only thank you for your hospitality.”
“Oh, no.” Morton said. “The pleasure is all mine, I assure you.”
He gave Spring a thin smile that made her blush, before turning back to all three of them.
“I can only hope I see you again on your way home.” he said. “Fair travels to you.”
As Summer swung the door open and stepped out into the morning sun, Autumn gave Morton a light bow, and Spring a light kiss on the cheek, and once again they were off on their journey.
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