The Husband Poisoning Society, Chapter Forty-Eight: A Final Night

We allowed ourselves to be recaptured, knowing we couldn’t do anything else. They eventually broke down the door and found us back in our cells with the door locked. The key lay well out of reach of us on the floor. The sheriff surveyed the mess, and then shook his head. 

“What were you hoping to accomplish with this fiasco?” The sheriff asked.

“Cure our duke,” I answered. “Which we did.”

He looked back at the now conscious Leon, and paused. Leon waved a shaky wave at the sheriff. 

“You see?” Amy said. “We were telling the truth about that, weren’t we? What else might we be telling the truth about?”

The sheriff shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not a judge. My job is to hold you. Others will determine your fate.”

“Indeed. That is fair.” Fiona said. “We will make no further trouble.”

“We’ll see about that.” the sheriff turned and stalked away. 

We were left alone after that. Although they tripled the guard. And the guards were warned not to attempt taking any liberties with us ladies. This was for their own protection. Fiona sat. Quiet. But now at least, she seemed content with her situation. That put Amy and myself at ease and we passed the time gossiping. We were talking about my Yssian mother’s affairs. Duke Xander entered through the empty doorway. He looked at the broken door where it lay in the corner and shook his head. Then he walked to our cell and bowed. 

“Even imprisoned, you are dragons. I must stop underestimating you.”

“Please don’t,” I said. “I’d like to survive this.”

The duke shook his head. 

“His majesty wishes the other nations of the Boro Sea to learn of this Yssian treachery.” Duke Xander said. “Ambassadors from Cockayne, Reynes, and Agartha will all be present.” 

“That could look really bad for Ys.” I said. 

“Does he really think he has the evidence to prove his claim of treachery?” Amy asked.

“You have killed people. You escaped capture. This is very suspicious.”

“But not proof.” Fiona said. “And when the ambassadors learn you tortured Ren to try and force a confession?”

“That does not mean she is not guilty.” Xander looked away as he spoke.

“It does not mean she is. And it does not mean that the other nations may not be appalled by the torture. Your king is taking a risk.”

“I do not question his majesty. I obey him.”

“What if he’s wrong?” I asked.

“The gods placed him on the throne. My loyalty is to that throne. Now, I have preparations to make. I will take my leave.”

He bowed again and exited the jail. 

I shook my head. “I’d prefer if he’d cackle or twirl his moustache or do something properly villainous. It’s hard to hate a man doing the wrong thing, that he knows is the wrong thing, for what he believes to be the right reason.”

“Indeed. He is infuriating, but so polite about it. 

“He feel inevitable, doesn’t he?” Amy said.

“Let us hope that he is not.” 

“I hope Lynn is ready in time.” I said.

“She’s your best friend, shouldn’t you trust her?” Amy asked.

“I do trust her, to do everything she can. But this isn’t much time. And we don’t know what her plan is.”

Neither Amy nor Fiona spoke. Silence filled the space between us. 

“I do not like this waiting. I do not like not knowing the plan upon which our survival depends.” Fiona said in to the silence. 

“I know, lover.” I answered.

“The baroness is a resourceful woman,” Vincent added from his cell. “She’ll figure something out.” 

“I am so anxious and frustrated that I cannot think,” Fiona said. “I need to distract myself. I need to calm my nerves.”

“Well,” Amy put a finger to her lips. “We have a privacy screen, don’t we? This may be our last night alive. Maybe we should distract ourselves?”

Vincent laughed, “I’ll look away.”

I realized what Amy was suggesting and went red.

“The guards will hear us.” I said.

“And so? I’d rather my last night alive was spent in the arms of the women I love than sulking and worrying. Wouldn’t you?”

“I’m not sure I can get in the mood in here.” I said.

“Indeed? I am certain that Amy and I can persuade your body otherwise.” Fiona said, standing and shifting the privacy screen to cover the bed. “I approve of this idea. Better we spend this time in pleasure than in pain.”

“Beside that,” Amy said. “There is a certain transgressive sexiness to being naughty where one isn’t supposed to, isn’t there?”

I felt my body responding to their teasing. I had to admit the fact that I knew people would be able to hear us was thrilling. I was horrified that the thought thrilled me, but I couldn’t pretend that it didn’t.

“Shouldn’t we be more worried about Leon?” I asked.

Vincent grinned and walked over to Leon where he lay. Vincent listened a moment. 

“He’s sleeping. His breathing is normal.” Vincent put a hand to Leon’s head. “The fever has broken. He’s not sweating like a brothel madam in church. He should be okay. Have your fun.”

We slid behind the privacy screen. I looked at Amy and Fiona, and shifted my feet.

“So, how do you plan to get this started?” I asked, looking at my feet. 

“I found, to my surprise, that I enjoyed having somebody rip my top open.” Fiona said. “Would one of my fiances be willing to disrobe me?”

“I don’t think I could be that bold,” I said. I could feel heat in my cheeks. 

“I don’t you worry about that,” Amy said stepping forward. “Which of us leads the way in the bedroom after all?”

She grabbed both sides of Fiona’s shirt and pulled it open. Fiona’s bust sprang free and Amy continued to pull down in a single motion. And then Fiona stood with her shirt dangling from her waist, held in place by her sash. I stared. She looked flushed to my eyes. Amy’s actions had done the trick. Amy straightened up, and ran a lazy finger up Fiona’s abdomen and along her left breast. Fiona gasped and pushed her chest forward, her mouth open and breathing heavy. I didn't want to be left out. So I moved in behind Amy and breathed on the nape of her neck before dropping a single kiss there as well. Amy gasped and looked back at me with a smile. 

“What are they doing behind that screen?” One of the guards called. 

“They’re married and this may be their last night alive,” Vincent said. “What do you think they’re doing?

“Not yet we aren’t,” I whispered. “And now we might never be.”

“They’re married? Three women cannot be married.”

“They’re depraved Yssians remember? Not only can women marry each other, but a marriage can be more than two people. Give them some damned privacy.”

Silence. Then.

“Fine. Nothing funny.”

Amy turned to face me and made a face. “Well, we have to get you out of that devastated gown, now don’t we?”

I was about to say something, when Amy raised up into a kiss. I bent down and pressed my lips against hers. And then she slid her hand under the straps of my gown and made a deft movement with both hands. The dress hit the floor, and I found myself standing in only my lingerie. 

Behind me, Fiona spoke. “One day, beloved, you must tell us of your escapades before you met us. You are so proficient at every facet of our bedroom activities.”

“That would be telling, would it? Shall we help Ren with her bra?”

“The disadvantage of D cups,” I said, eyeing Fiona’s naked torso. 

“I do envy the effect your bust has on people though.” Fiona answered. 

“Your plunging neckline hypnotizes people. Why would you envy me?”

“The smallest bit of your cleavage earns rapturous attention. I must open my shirt to my belt to earn a similar reaction.”

“Does that mean I have your rapturous attention, then?” I asked. 

Fiona stepped forward buried her face in my cleavage rather than answering. I let out a surprised groan. Amy slipped behind me, and a moment later my bra fell to the floor of the cell. Fiona raise her hands and cupped my breasts, one in each hand. She rolled my nipples between her fingers, and a whole body shiver ran through me. 

“I think,” I said between gasps, “That we need. Need to help Amy. We’ve been. We’ve been neglecting her.”

Fiona pulled her head from my bust and nodded. Amy, for her part, smiled and slipped from her evening gown. She removed her own bra and then then stepped out of her panties. She kept her shelf corset, her stockings, and her garters, but nothing else. 

“You beat us to it,” I said. 

Amy grinned and dropped to her knees in front of me. She slid my own panties to the floor before burying her face between my legs. I cried out in alarm and in pleasure. Fiona returned her face to my bosom. I clamped my hands over my mouth, lest I give the guards too much of a show. The sensations between my legs and in my chest soon overwhelmed me, and I dropped to my knees. Amy and Fiona stepped back and I knelt breathing like a marathoner at the finish line. 

It took more than a minute. But I pushed to my feet.

“Fiona,” I said. “I need to return the favor Amy has given me. Would you help her to the bed?”

Fiona hoisted Amy into the air in a bridal carry. Amy shrieked as she went airborne. I heard whispering from the guards and then the jangle of coins. They were betting on us. Part of me was horrified. Part of me wondered what the bets were. Fiona lay Amy on the cot. The cot was not soft and Fiona moved with obvious care as she set Amy down. I knelt at the foot of the cot and leaned in. Spreading Amy’s legs I brought my lips to he womanhood and began to tease her with my tongue. Amy gasped and began wriggling under my tongue.

“What am I to do?” Fiona asked.

Amy pointed at her face and gasped, “Have a seat.”

Fiona went pale. “I do not think I could do that.” 

I looked up, moving a hand so my fingers replaced my tongue. “Lover, this may be your last chance to experience any of this. Now’s the time to be bold.”

Fiona shivered and then nodded. “Bold. I can be bold. I am bold.”

She slid out of her breeches. This took more than a minute, as Fiona liked her breeches tight fitting. But did she wiggle free of the breeches. And a moment later she had removed her panties, and was standing next to Amy’s head, hands clasped. 

“Go ahead, Dearest.” Amy said. 

Fiona’s legs shook for a moment. She steadied herself and stepped on the bed, kneeling on Amy face. Immediately Fiona’s eyes went wide and she let out a shuddering gasp. 

“Gods,” She whispered. “I. Oh gods. Do not stop. I do not know if you can hear me, beloved. But do not stop.”

I took peaks at Fiona, naked astride Amy’s face, as I kept to me own work between Amy’s legs. Fiona shivered and shuddered, eyes closed mouth open. Little noises escaped her lips. Small ohs and ahs. She held the frame of the cot behind her with both hands to keep her balance. I lost track of time. There was only Amy and what I was doing to her. At some point she began jerking her hips when I flicked my tongue. Fiona was huffing, bent forward, her hands on Amy’s hips. Fiona was struggling to stay upright. 

“Enough.” Fiona wheezed. “I must-” 

And then her whole body shook. She let out a gasp that was almost a scream and slumped forward, sprawling across Amy’s corseted belly. I came up for air and kissed Fiona on the cheek. She shivered again. Fiona rolled from atop of Amy and crashed to the floor and lay on the stones shaking. I heard some snickering and decided to ignore it. 

I was about to return to my work, when Amy tapped my shoulder. “Dearest, I need your thigh between my legs. I need the pressure.” 

I nodded and climbed atop Amy. I slipped my leg between her legs and pushed my thigh up into her. 

Amy moaned, “Yes, like that again.” 

I pulled back and thrust forward with my thigh a second time. And I thrust a third time.

“Slower, dearest. Like that. Yes. Yes.” Amy’s words hissed out. She grabbed the sides of my corset and held on as I slowed my pace. Amy began groaning in rhythm with my thrusts. 

“Now, faster. Come on. Please. Faster.” Amy moaned, and I picked up my pace. 

“Oh gods yes, hold it there. Push, dearest. Push!” 

And then Amy shuffled away from my leg and lay, shuddering and moaning as I collected myself. I hadn’t quite got there at the start, and was now feeling pent up with nowhere to go. I moved my hand between my legs and began to pleasure myself. As I did, Fiona pulled herself to the cot and crawled atop of me. 

“No, beloved. I am not letting you deal with that alone. Not tonight.”

I felt Fiona’s hand snake past my own. And then she was inside me and moving fingers. Doing it myself had been good, but not having control of the movement was so much better. Fiona put her lips to my breast and began to tease me with her tongue. And now I found my own breath now coming in gasps. A moment later, Amy crawled into view. She took my cheeks in her hands and kissed me. She pressed her tongue into my mouth as Fiona’s fingers pushed into me. And I arched my back in a startled shudder of pleasure. I felt Amy’s breasts rub against my collarbone. I lost all awareness of anything except the two of them. My fiances continued to pleasure me, until finally I came as well. I moaned into Amy’s kiss. 

And finally I pulled away to gasp, “Enough. I can’t take anymore. Thank you. Oh gods. Thank you.”

= = =

We lay basking in the glow of our collective pleasure when I heard the sound of heavy footsteps. A moment later, Duke Xander said, “What are they doing hiding behind a privacy screen.”

The guard answered, “Well you grace, you see, they’re married. And this may be their last night together.”

Silence, then a snort. 

“Fine. Ladies, make yourselves presentable. It is time for your trial.”

“I thought it was tomorrow.” I called from behind the screen.

“His majesty has changed his mind.”

“Less than good. Now Baroness Octavian must truly have acted with haste.” Fiona whispered. 

I nodded and I began dressing. Nothing would make this gown presentable, but at least I wouldn’t be naked. This wasn’t how I’d hoped things would go. But that could describe this whole trip.