This story is set in medieval times in a fantasy world that does not exist. Any resemblance to people real or imagined is purely coincidental. If any characters in this story actually did exist, and they were involved in the sexual scenes described, they would be eighteen years of age or older.
Now that the disclaimer is done with, I hope you enjoy the story. Please feel free to let your imagination go wild, as usual, this is a story to stimulate your imagination, as well as your pleasure zones.
If you have not read the first three parts. I encourage you to do so before reading this installment so you can understand the webs of lies.
Please feel free to offer your insight, encouragement and critiques. I enjoy writing, and will take your comments to heart in future endeavors.
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Ian and Ayra arrive at his uncle's keep. They quickly learn what their future holds as Ricah puts her plan into action.
Chapter 9
It had been a month since Ayra had given birth. At first it had been awkward, trying to understand everything. Ayra had been a bit withdrawn, spending several days in bed, just holding Lia. Ian had been afraid, with how things were, and the things they didn't have, yet his new sister was full of life. He had spent most of his time exploring the rest of the ruins, and though he didn't find another "Kings treasure" he did find several other things of value, including a full set of silverware, six more silver goblets, and a box of what Ayra called cinnamon, some sort of valuable spice.
Ian had also managed to fashion a sort of sled, with wide runners and a sheltered area where Lia could keep warm. Ayra was still insistent that they go to his uncle's claiming he would get them the best price for the chain shirt. The idea of going to see him had grown less to Ian's liking as his relationship with Ayra had changed. Since Lia's birth she no longer wanted him to call her mother, insisting that she was Ayra now. Although they had not had sex since Lia's birth, Ayra had shown him other ways of giving and receiving pleasure.
Ian placed the last of the items on the sled as Ayra walked out, holding Lia under her robe. She smiled and took his hand as he helped her into the sled before stopping to look back longingly at what had been their home for the past month.
As she found a comfortable place to sit, he checked the harness on the horse and prepared to leave. Certain everything was in order, and unable to come up with any new argument to stay, Ian grabbed the horses reigns and slowly walked through the gate, wondering what the future would hold.
The sled worked even better than he had hoped and they made good time. By the end of a week they reached the trade road. Travel became easier and last night they had even managed to barter for a night's stay at an inn. It had been the first time in a long time that they had eaten a real meal, and slept in a real bed. Ayra had warned him not to reveal who they were, and when they climbed into the bed, she did so as Ayra, not as his mother.
By the middle of the day they were standing on a hill looking down into his uncle's hold. The sled was of no use anymore, the road had become trampled free of snow. Ian had loaded everything onto the horse that he could, the rest was stuffed into a makeshift pack hanging from his shoulders.
Ayra grabbed his hand and held it to her cheek as she looked up at him, her expression filled with concern.
"It is important that we behave different in your uncle's home." She said, her lips caressing his fingers, reminding him of the previous night.
Their love-making had gone on and on until they were forced to stop when the sun broke the horizon. A sense of foreboding had crept into Ian's thoughts and he had tried to convince her to turn away and find someplace else. She would not be swayed, and in the end, he conceded to her desires. Of course, her fingers gently dancing across his stomach, hinting at their future might have had something to do with that.
They left the sled on the side of the road and slowly made their way to the keep. It reminded Ian of where they had stayed for the past month, only in far better shape. A small village had sprung up outside the walls and small huts dotted the valley, with people wandering about, tending to whatever chores they had to do. It wasn't a castle, or even a great keep, but to Ian's eyes it was formidable.
As they approached the gate, Ayra stepped in front of Ian, her shoulders seeming to rise, and her walk gaining a confidence he had not seen in some time.
"I am Ayra Listra, her to see my husband's brother." She said, as the guard stared at her.
Just then, a woman dressed in a fur lined robe walked up, her feet seeming to manage to avoid the mud covered ground.
"So, it is true then?" she said, pulling back her hood to reveal her face.
Ian recognized her immediately, as did Ayra. Her raven black hair had started to gray, and her smooth skin was showing signs of age and worry, but Aunt Ricah was still a woman who would turn heads.
"Gone most of a year now." Ayra responded, as the guard stepped aside and Ricah held out her arms.
Ayra stepped forward, pulling her robe open enough to display Lia. Ricah's features softened as she looked down at Ian's sister, still sleeping in Ayra's arms.
"She has her father's chin." Ricah said, before turning her attention to Ian.
"And could this be Ian?" she smiled, walking toward him with her arms wide.
Ian nodded as she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed against him, her groin pressing right against his cock. She stayed like that for several moments, her eyes locked on his her lips curled into a smile that seemed more predatory than happy.
"Ian now stands in his father's stead." Ayra said, as she stepped up to stand beside Ian, her arm slipping around his waist protectively.
Ricah looked from Ayra to Ian and back before slowly releasing him, but not before giving him a knowing smile.
"He has come across some items we wish to sell. Items Brayden may be interested in." Ayra continued, apparently oblivious to, or perhaps ignoring Ricah's blatant sexual overtures toward her son.
"Come; let us not discuss such matters here in the street." Ricah said, taking Ayra by the arm and turning toward the gate.
"Have Ian's horse taken to the stables, and the packs brought to the house." She said, staring at the guard.
Ian followed behind, listening as Ayra talked with his aunt. It quickly became obvious that although she was married to his uncle, she was neither devoted to him, or in love with him. Ian couldn't help but notice the way her hips swayed provocatively as she climbed the steps to the main entrance. Although the night before had left him well satisfied, youthful vigor had a way of raising its head quickly.
