The shock of it washed over Marcellus like an icy deluge as he halted before the door and cautiously peered through the narrow aperture.
His mind revolted, adamantly resisting the reality that his eyes revealed: two familiar lads and a girl, tightly embraced between them.
Their hands roamed her form as she oscillated between kissing them both, tongues entwined in a fervent dance, their desires laid bare in the intensity of their passionate embrace while they caressed her bosom and posterior.
They were humping her down in the Finn's room. She was on her side, spooning with Livus behind her. She was taking his length, eager as she worked her hips with urgent, vehement action.
Her garment was loose and undone, and plump breasts cantilevered over her arms. By then she had her garment skirt up to her waist, legs spread, Livuis's hands full of her tits as she looked back at him.
Her lips were moving, she was speaking to Livius.
Marcellus couldn't hear what she was saying partially because his mind was overloaded with too much information, but it looked like she was enjoying herself, that she was there because she wanted to be.
It was obvious no one had forced her into the scene and, as Marcellus watched, she was smiling at Livus, attention shifting to Finn as he stood close by, his erection in his fist.
Finn was stroking his length, eyes set on her, lust in his expression.
While Livius continued to work his member between her legs, her vulva hairless, loose labia clinging to Livius's member on the outward strokes, she said something again to Livius, perhaps encouraging him to move in close with a quick curl of one arm and something she said.
Marcellus almost gasped, a cocktail of emotions coursing through him—shock, he was appalled, yet paradoxically thrilled, He wasn't intimately acquainted with her; he could count the times he had laid eyes on her on one hand.
Yet, there was something about the way Edwin had referred to her and the distinct deference displayed by the maid as she attended to her needs that hinted at her identity.
However, he couldn't ignore the memory of another encounter, one that had unfolded in the dimly lit chambers of Mr Doan's establishment, with Ingrid attending to her flower between her legs with an intimate fervour.
There was no mistaking it; she was undoubtedly the governor's daughter.
Marcellus couldn't help but find a hint of dark humour in the situation.
Twice now, I've stumbled upon her in the throes of passion. Why does fate conspire to make me witness her intimate moments? he mused with a touch of wry amusement.
I'd sensed something amiss earlier. Livius had been conspicuously absent, claiming he was 'working on armour.' Even Finn, there was always an air of slyness about him, an underlying tension.
It was an intuitive feeling, a suspicion that I had never truly known these two individuals. I hadn't even been aware of their 'friendship'. However, in retrospect, it made sense, given that Aulus had mentioned Finn's birth on this island, and Finn, an orphan born here, was nurtured under the Church of Storms as a potential Aspirant until he left.
This would mean that at one point Finn was just like Like Livius, both orphans, both nurtured under the church, one left one did not. It's undoubtedly my oversight for failing to connect these dots, a lapse in my judgment.
They were discreet in their actions, likely out of a sense of self-preservation, knowing full well that the governor's wrath could be swift and ruthless.
Speaking of which, Marcellus couldn't help but consider Edwin's apparent indifference, recalling his casual mention of "whores." Did he not care about the fate of his relative, or was he simply more permissive when it came to societal norms and propriety?
Marcellus halted just outside the threshold of Finn's room, and he noticed that Finn had erected a spiritual barrier, a fragile veil of silence that blocked sound from escaping the room and from entering it.
It resembled Marcellus's veil, albeit considerably weaker in its construction and entirely different.
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Livius's fingers slipped between her legs while she was craning around to slobber kisses with Finn.
Marcellus' heart was pounding, his hands trembling slightly as he dared to take another look, peeking over the parapet, the action all about the kissing, this time as she ski-poled both erections.
Marcellus smacked his lips, his reaction a complex blend of shock, annoyance, and an unexpected surge of sexual arousal.
He fought the urge to avert his gaze, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps, a stubborn sense of denial taking hold.
It couldn't be real.
This couldn't possibly be unfolding.
Before him stood the governor's daughter, a figure that was supposed to be beyond the reach of someone like Marcellus, and perhaps even Finn.
Marcellus contemplated the social divide that separated them, realizing that someone like Livius, who could aspire to become a priest, might be the only one with a chance of bridging that gap.
But, there they were, in the Finn's room, kissing and groping, her dressed loose for sex.
That realisation put in Marcellus' mind how they must have planned it. It wasn't anything spontaneous, couldn't be.
How long had they been servicing the governor's daughter?
Not only that, she was taking on two of them simultaneously.
"Lord of Combat" Marcellus sighed, stunned to realise he might bear some responsibility for this after all he brought Finn into the governor's house as part of the deal he made with Edwin.
The next peep over was where she was taking Livius's member.
They were on the palliasse almost square onto the window, all of it plain to see if you were outside the window.
Her weight was on one hip and an elbow, Livius's hand on her hip as he worked her back onto his member, his other hand under her angled torso, tit-flesh spilling over his fingers. Livius had his eyes closed, a grimace of pleasure twisting his face as she looked up to Finn, her expression all about smiling delight.
Then Finn's girth was stretching her lips, her hand working his member down at its root.
Marcellus spent the next minutes alternating between peering into the room and sighing.
His mind whirled, confusion swirling, impressions and sensations mixed into it all.
Marcellus felt sick, agitated at the awfulness of what Finn and Livius were doing with the governor's daughter.
He thought about busting it up.
I could barge in, yelling and full of rage. I could vent as they blabbered apologies and shock. I could spit and snarl, perhaps even land a punch or two, all in the name of the governor's honour, of course.
He thought about it all: her wobbling tits and the moisture tight around Finn's cock as she rode him in the horse position, her mouth busy on Livius.
He thought about where the governor must be right at that moment, oblivious to his dear daughter sucking and humping two boys under his roof.
When He looked again, her mouth was hanging open, eyes closed, head lolling loosely as Livius bumped his length into her mouth in a gyrating motion.
Finn was giving her the good news, holding her hips, and pelvis working as he went hard at her. Marcellus groaned in despair, should I interrupt or leave, if I left surely Edwin would see me and I didn't want to come back to fetch Finn.
This meant Edwin seeing me come and leave without interrupting somewhat made me complicit.
She was the governor's daughter and unattainable gold, but it excited Marcellus to see her with his acquaintance.
Her tits swung with each hump, the spare flesh at her hips rippling as Finn curled in low over her back, his teeth grazing the nape of her neck.
She made a gasping gasp. Her eyes were wide open and her jaw hung slack. She made no sound, but her face told a thousand stories, each more depraved than the last. She wanted this. Badly.
She used straight arms to hump back onto Finn as he cupped her breasts, her face showing her need as she bared her teeth and snarled something back at Finn over one shoulder.
Then they were kissing as Livius stood above her and wanked at his girth, fist moving quickly, the bubbly fluids squeezed onto her face.
As Marcellus watched, he saw Finn kneel upright, his palm slapping her bottom with three quick slaps, his face tilting to the ceiling in contortion, it was an ugly face.
"Damn," Marcellus muttered when it hit him that Finn was losing himself to her.
His face showed the tension, hips moving as he worked in deep, her expression showing delight as she craned round to watch the ugly face he was making.
Finn's body tensed, muscles going slack as his head drooped forward, the member slipping free devoid of erection.
Then, as Finn slumped onto the sofa, she shifted to a sitting position. After that, she spread her legs to the sky, reclining, inviting Livius to use her entrance with her arms wide, a smile on her face.
It was a very innocent smile, ah yes Marcellus had never seen her smile, she had a mesmerizing smile.
Livius didn't hang around, He spread her legs wider and positioned himself at her entrance. He was on her a moment later, buttocks flexing as he humped into her opening, her boobs rolling while she folded her legs at the knees.
Marcellus massaged his temple, sucking in air, shocked at the sight of Finn's climax inside her and the vehemence in which Livius was going at her.
"Oh Eternal lord, at least it's over with this" Marcellus groaned, pawing his crotch.
Yes, his sex was at full tumescence, lust a yawning, hollow void in the pit of his stomach.
He felt the urge to… masturbate. He wanted to stroke his length and feel the joy as the frustration spat from the eye in the bulb.
Marcellus couldn't believe his member was hard, nor could he accept the urgent need to touch himself.
When he looked, he saw Livius had finished.
Livius was standing next to Finn, both of them staring as she sat on the palliasse, fingers stirring her vulva. He could tell she was close.
She was going at herself with desperate action, sometimes rubbing her clit while punctuating the action with two fingers working inside her body, the digits in up to the knuckle.
As she fingered and rubbed, she mauled her tits, face a grimace of agonised ecstasy.
I could see she was saying something, but I could not hear due to the wall of spiritual Finn set up.
Her lips moved, mostly through a snarl, her nose wrinkling when she grinned at them.
Then she convulsed, her cry of delight reaching Marcellus in spirit as her eyes closed, body in paroxysms of joy as her climax claimed her.
It went on for quite a few seconds. she writhed and rubbed, boobs wobbling as she went for the peak.
Marcellus was watching as she slumped back, limbs loose and floppy, breath going in in chest-heaving gulps as she looked at Livius and Finn.
I made the choice that extending any further courtesy to my fellow men, after allowing them to reach their climax was unnecessary.