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A/N: this story takes place in a fantasy medieval/Renaissance world.

Noble

1: Indulge

Reva grunted as she loaded the last sack of flour onto the cart. She rolled her tanned, muscled shoulders, hoping to relieve some soreness. It did not work and she moved her off-white, dirt-stained tunic back into place before moving to the front or the cart. She patted the family mule and started for the road, but barely made it ten steps forward.

"Reva! Reva! I'm coming!" her teenage brother declared, charging out of the thatched roof cottage.

"Feri, who said you could come?" she asked while shielding her gray eyes from the bright sun. A long scar ran above and below her right eye, going halfway up her forehead and almost to the end of her nose.

"I did! If I'm going to run the mill one day, I should know the business side of it," Feri reasoned with his hairless chin in the air and his bony chest puffed up. Curly chestnut locks fell in his eyes.

Reva did not say anything, but she did not move either. Her brother began trotting to her, but did not make it far. A long, dark arm reached out of the cottage and grabbed him by the shoulder. Their father, Dojan Inek, emerged from their home and practically shoved Feri inside. Dojan then marched over to Reva, managing to make a threatening advance with a limp. He grabbed her by her short, wavy hair. Wincing, she tilted her head to the side, trying to accommodate the tough grip on her hair.

"Why are you still here, you lazy girl? Get the flour to town and get the supplies!" Dojan barked, giving her a little tug. He spit a little as he raised his voice and it got caught in his thick, graying mustache.

"I'm going," she insisted in a low voice.

"You should be gone by now! Get going, lazy girl, before it gets dark!" He cuffed her upside the head. "And your mother said you didn't do your morning chores."

Her dark brow furrowed. "I fed the animals."

"Then why was the feed tray full? Don't lie!" He smacked her once more with a heavy hand. It was not really to hurt her, but it was not meant to. It was about maintaining her attention, which he had anyway. "What have I told you about lying?" He tugged her hair, which did hurt.

"But, I did. Maybe Hadrea filled the tray earlier."

His smoky gaze narrowed and he threw his hands up. "I'm surrounded by silly children. We've told her to stop doing that. And don't listen to your brother. You know Feri isn't going into town."

She nodded, as she had suspected her brother made that up because he was eager and anxious to take her place. "Why does he say he is then?"

"Didn't I just say I'm surrounded by silly children? He has other things to do with his time, as do you. Now, get going so you get back before dark and avoid the thieves. Tomorrow we've got to go out hunting for some meat. None of the pigs are big enough to eat."

Her only response was to nod and leave, leading the mule to the dirt road. On the way to town, she passed by the fields that most people toiled in. She had worked there only a couple of days ago. The sun had beat down on her golden brown skin just as mercilessly then as it was now. By the time she made it to town, she was covered in a light sweat and her lean legs burned just a bit.

The buildings of the shops seemed to loom over her compared to the cottages of the countryside, but Reva was used to going to town. She moved as quickly as she could through the crowded area to sell off the sacks of flour to the usual buyers. Her first stop was always to the elderly baker at the edge of town. She sold to him first because he never tried to cheat her.

"Hey, Reva," the old baker said.

"Hey, I've got your flour. Watch the cart while I put it inside for you," she said, shouldering one of the bags.

Leaving an old man to watch her cart seemed ridiculous, but no one tended to bother her things; most had learned why it was a bad idea the hard way. She carried his order in and he paid her. She arched an eyebrow as he dropped the coins in her hand.

"Isn't this too much?" she inquired. She could do basic counting, but nothing really beyond her fingers. She knew the price of every order and could recognize it.

"Just a little. Enough for you to enjoy a drink on me. Consider it thanks for putting the flour away for me," he told her.

"Thank you," she smiled. Things like that would ensure that he always got his flour delivered first as long as she was the one with the cart.

She moved on as the old man went back into his shop. There were a few other bakers in town that she had to deliver to. The last of the load was passed off to servants for the local baron, the lord of their land. She kept the coins separated from each delivery because her father checked the money. His counting skills were superior to hers, but he could not make the trip to town as quickly as she could or bear the heavy loads either.

With the deliveries done, she still had to get supplies for her family. Glancing at the sky, she checked the position of the sun. She had a few hours before it got dark and she did have that tip from the old baker. A drink at her favorite tavern would not hurt and she had the time to spare. A small smiled curled onto her heart-shaped face.

Before making the trip the pub, she walked her wagon over to the shop that had the supplies. They would watch and hold her things while she went to relax for a while. The tavern was not too far and was as loud as ever, filled drunken cheer. There were men stumbling around, far more intoxicated than anyone should be before dark. The smoke in the air burned her lungs slightly.

"Reva!" Adora, a serving girl, called out as soon as the miller's daughter stepped inside the dark, foggy establishment.

The buxom woman threw her slender arms around Reva, pressing her generous cleavage against her. The greeting alone was enough for this to always be Reva's favorite tavern. It allowed for some many delightful things, like being able to have her hands around Adora's waist for a hug, and feeling her soft, raven hair caress Reva's cheek.

Reva smiled and allowed Adora to lead her to the bar. The smell of sweat and stale alcohol assaulted her, but was chased away by the oddly sweet scent of the woman leading her. The serving girl took her to an empty seat at the bar and then practically pushed her in it, which was fine by her. Adora smiled at her and Reva could only smile in return. The serving girl ran her fingers through Reva's chestnut locks and then curled one wavy strand around her index finger.

"If you come back tonight, I'll make it worth it," Adora whispered in her ear. The mischievous twinkle in her eye was enough to make Reva do anything she wanted, but she had to play things smooth. No sense in letting Adora know that she had all of the power as that would not make things fun for the barmaid.

"How worth it?" Reva replied with a smirk as her body temperature rose.

"I'll bring Kalate with me," she cooed, tapping the miller's daughter on her crooked nose.

A spark ran down her spine and set some very personal areas ablaze. "You will? She's never shown interest."

"Oh, no, she's very interested when you're not around. Do we have a deal?"

Reva gave a short nod and Adora smiled while mussing her hair. She gave the server an amused smile as the barkeep left a mug of ale in front her. Reva tipped the mug to the bartender and was about to partake, but quickly put the mug down.

She managed duck a punch from a heavily muscled man. He snarled and tried to grab her, but she slipped away. She put her hands up and glanced around her to make sure none of his stupid friends were moving close. Thankfully, he seemed to be on his own for once.

"I told you lay off my girl, Inek," he growled.

"She's not your girl, Gram," she simply reminded him. She noticed Adora out of the corner of her eye and the lovely barmaid nodded in agreement.

"She is my girl and you need to keep your filthy hands off of her!" he ordered, pointing a threatening, meaty finger at Reva.

She would have ignored him, but he breathed down on her, waiting for her to do something. He had a murderous glare in his eyes and his finger was almost touching her cheek. He wanted her to react, so that she would be the one banned from the bar for a time. She decided to bait him instead since he was one of the few people she could do that to.

"She likes my hands," Reva remarked, a smirk making her upper lip twitch.

"You're disgusting, Revan!" he barked, calling her what he and other idiots had decided was the masculine form of her name. Too bad they could not vote on the truth or her name would have been "Revan" and certain women would despise her.

"Hey, no more fighting here, Gram! You got a problem with Reva, you take it outside! I'm not dealing with any more broken chairs or tables!" the barkeep shouted.

"Come on, Revan. Let's take it outside." Gram pointed to the entrance, in case she had forgotten where it was maybe. She was surprised he knew it was considering how stupid he had to be. After all, he was picking another fight with her over an issue that had long been settled.

"I'd rather drink my ale," Reva replied, nodding toward her mug.

"You gotta go outside sometime. When you do, I'll get you for touching my girl," he stated and he went back to his table in the rear. There, his friends waited, raising their glasses and arguing from what she could tell.

Reva snorted and went back to the bar. She sipped her drink and gave the bartender a nod of thanks, even though they both knew it only delayed the inevitable. Gram had a chip on his shoulder and the only thing that would satisfy it would be making Reva bleed. If she had her way, he would forever have that chip on his shoulder.

"Reva, why don't you just stop messing with these girls?" the barkeep inquired.

She shrugged, but did not answer. There were a billion answers to that seemingly simple question, like she could do what she wanted, she would not let anyone dictate her actions, no one owned the girls, and simply she could not stop. There was no reason to say any of those. Answers would not change anything.

Finishing her drink, she resisted the urge to buy another. She did not have the money for it and her father would beat her severely if she came home short. She stood and scanned the area for Adora, who had to go about her duties. Sky blue eyes met hers and Adora winked. Reva smiled a bit and puffed out her chest. She would definitely see the serving girl later. Before leaving, she checked to see where Gram was. The large male was still with his friends, raising his mug and laughing. With luck, he would continue until she was back home.

She retrieved the cart and mule. Loading it with everything that her family needed, she started for home. She barely had traveled a few miles still inside the town before Gram tried to snatch her off of the street from his hiding place in a dirty alley. She moved out of the way and he stumbled a bit.

"Revan, stop acting like a little bitch. Stand and fight," he growled, turning to glare at her.

She really did not have much of a choice because he was not going to leave her be until he was satisfied or unconscious. Moving away from him, she put her hands up. He chuckled as he straightened himself up.

"Gonna break your nose again," he boasted. Of course, he had not been the one to break her nose the first time.

She said nothing, just waited for him to make a move. Lacking patience, he charged in like an angry bull, which he was probably the same size. His size made him much slower than she was and she was used to battling him. Her first punch was right to his testicles. He gasped and bent over, throwing up a little and allowing her to shove him to the ground with an easy push of the hand.

"Revan," he growled with his face in the mud.

She did not pay him any mind, returning to her cart. People around whispered to each other as Reva tapped the mule to get him moving. The stares and rumors were nothing new. Nothing that caught her ear seemed new either.

"Too bad for Dojan, Reva wasn't born the man that she thinks she is. He wouldn't have such a hard time marrying her off."

"That girl is going to get herself killed fighting with these men. You'd think that scar across her eye would be enough of a reminder." There was a long scar on her face where she had almost lost an eye and it did serve as a reminder. It reminded her to down her opponents before they had a chance to pull a knife.

"Please, that girl don't learn. If she did, she'd have figured out that she shouldn't be messing with those nasty bar wenches."

"What? Does she really do that? No wonder no man wants her."

The rumors faded as she led her mule out of town and back onto the familiar road to home. The sky was still as blue as before, but the sun was making its descent. The fields were already empty, people and animals locked away safely. She made it home as the sky danced with amazing oranges and yellows, settling in dazzling arrays that almost moved Reva.

"It's about time, girl! Make sure you put that mule away after you and the boys unload that cart," Dojan ordered.

Reva nodded and her two brothers came out to lend their muscles. Feri was only fourteen, so he was still mostly bone, but that was better than Gratian. Gratian was twelve and short, more pudgy than muscle. She hoped the boy hit a growth spurt soon so that he could be of more use them. Not that she had room to talk, as she was lean, but it was still pure muscle from hard labor.

"I'm going to put the cart away," Feri insisted as they worked. Reva ignored him for the most part, even though she felt like he should do that. He was going to have to do it eventually. If only he did not have to be a pest about it by practically commanding her to allow him to do it.

Once everything was stored away, Reva let Feri put the mule and cart away. He only wanted to prove that he could. Gratian followed behind his older brother. Reva watched them because their father would skin them all alive if something happened to that mule or cart.

"I don't need you to help," Feri said to the youngest brother.

"I wanna do it, though," Gratian chimed in.

"I can do it by myself. If Reva can do it, I can do it," Feri insisted.

"If you can do it, I can do it." And this went on until everything was put away. The boys ignored her as well as she did them unless they needed her to do something for them.

With those chores handled, the trio entered the cottage to the smell of supper. Dojan was already seated at their decaying table. Her mother, Marcella, was stirring their dinner while her sisters, Hadrea and Verda, placed the bread on the table. Reva gave her father the money from the flour before sitting down to eat.

"Took you long enough. Stop for a drink, didn't you?" Dojan asked with a sneer.

"Reva, you drink too much. Besides, you'll never get a husband hanging out at those filthy taverns," her mother chided her. She took a moment to scold Reva with her blue gaze and wag her finger at the teenager.

"Reva doesn't want a husband," Feri chuckled.

"I want a husband," Hadrea declared, her blue eyes shining. Marcella smiled proudly and petted the little girl's head, brushing her chocolate locks out of her face.

"You'll be a great wife one day. Your husband will be very lucky," Marcella told the nine-year-old.

Hadrea giggled and then moved to put out cheese for the meal. The family sat down to their simple dinner and discussions of their day. Reva sat quietly through the whole thing as she typically did. She always thought that her sisters spoke more than enough for everyone and whatever they missed, Feri would pick up.

"We managed to get some really good berries today. Mom said we'll eat them with breakfast," Hadrea declared.

"They'll go good with milk," Marcella said.

Dojan reached over the table and ruffled Hadrea's hair. "You will make a good wife. You just have to stop messing with the livestock feed until that's your job."

Hadrea nodded. "I wanted to help."

"Help by not touching the feed anymore. Do your chores and that's all," he ordered.

"Yes, Dad," she muttered, ducking her head briefly.

Marcella put her arm around the dejected girl to pick her spirits up. "You'll have other chores soon enough to prepare you for when you live on your own. Don't rush growing up just yet." She kissed the side of the girl's head.

"Dad, when do I get to go to town? Reva's a girl. She should be staying home and I should go to town. I could do it, better than her even," Feri proclaimed.

"You'll get to it soon enough. Now, stop clucking about it," Dojan barked.

Feri was put in his place, attention now on his food. He had been pressing the issue of doing Reva's chores and it was grating on their father's nerves. She was not sure why since they all knew her time was short. Before winter, her brother certainly would have her place.

With supper done and the sun down, the family prepared for bed. The kids all huddled into the same bed, including Reva. Marcella sat down by the fire to repair a pair of torn breeches that Gratian had certainly gotten good use of. Dojan sat up with her, smoking his pipe.

"So, if we're going to do it, we need to decide soon. The buyers for the shop owners will be in town soon," Dojan said.

"I don't know," Marcella sighed.

"What's not to know? You always say that, but you do know. This is for the best."

"She could still get married. I'm sure some man would take her."

He scoffed. "She's almost nineteen summers old and no man has shown any interest in her, even when I let the whole town know about her dowry. No man in his right mind wants her. Hell, I even tried talking to the widowers of the area, who don't want her. The cripple didn't even want her and she'd at least be a good pair of hands at his place! No one wants that girl."

"Maybe we should wait a little longer. Nineteen summers isn't so old."

"But, the fact that no one wants her will always remain. She's not going to change. Men are going to continue to hate her because of her behavior. No man wants to have a wife that has a body all marked up like hers, especially that scar on her eye. No man wants a wife that gets involved in bar brawls. No man wants a wife that lies with tavern wenches."

Marcella hissed. "Don't repeat those awful rumors. You don't believe them."

"I doesn't matter if I believe them or if you believe them. People believe them and you know that. No man is ever going to want her for that alone and we can't afford to keep her any longer. There's no reason for us to keep her. Feri is old enough to do her chores and he needs to do them because he's going to inherit this place. She's not doing anything for us anymore, except draining us."

"But, to sell her?" Marcella sounded totally scandalized.

"What? We need the money and she's not doing anything for us. Besides, you know that she'd end up getting bought by some noble. She'd live better than any of us."

There was silence for a moment. "But, she'd lose all the rights the King has finally graced us with. What then? She could end up dead like any animal."

"And you think she can't end up dead around here? She already almost lost an eye and she's had that nose broken. How long do you think it'll take before one of those hot headed guys she's always pissing off decides to stick a knife in her chest?"

Another, longer moment of silence. "Is selling her really the only way?"

"Do you have any better ideas? She's not getting married, not moving out, just eating us out of house and home. Not to mention, she's got rocks for brains. Not saying any of the kids are winning any thinking matches, but that girl is dumb as hell. This is probably the ideal job for her. She gets pampered and can sleep in. Someone who can afford to feed her and let her just be a prat."

"Dojan, I've heard stories about how the nobles treat their Pets."

He snorted. "Maybe she'll get lucky and some noblewoman will buy her."

"Dojan, she's not like that and you shouldn't keep saying it. If you believe it, then I can see how others might and that's why she's not getting a husband."

"Okay, well, maybe a nobleman will buy her then. Who really cares? She gets taken care of and we get money to have a few worry-free years. Plus, we'd have a dowry for Hadrea. It works out in so many ways."

"I need to think about it."

"You've had two years to think about it. You can't keep holding onto this false hope that one day Reva is going to turn into someone she's not. It's not your fault that she turned out this way. It's the rocks in her head."

Marcella sighed. "I tried so hard…"

"No one doubts that. You did what you could, but she's defective or something. It's time to let her go."

"Are you sure they'll even buy her? I mean … Reva is not beautiful."

"No, she is not, not after her nose anyway, but I don't think it matters. The Shops alter the way the Pets look. It shouldn't be a problem," he assured her.

"When do you think…?"

"I've been told dealers should be in town within a week. I'll meet with them."

"Do you think she'll go for it?" Marcella asked with a worried tremble in her tone.

"It doesn't matter. If we take the money, they'll take her."

"It would be nice to not have to worry so much for a while. We could do a lot of things with that money." And with that, the fate that Reva had known for years was coming had finally been sealed.

-8-8-8-8-

Wandering the roads late at night was rarely a wise thing. There were thieves and cutthroats about; usually, they were one in the same. And yet, Reva traveled the darkened path to town with not a care in the world. After all, she had promised Adora that she would return.

The roads were actually safer than they used to be. The new King had put into place a guard station at every town. They patrolled the roads for several miles out as well as patrolled inside the towns. Villages were also given this protection, but smaller units. She had started these late night jaunts a year before the King took the throne, so she did know how dangerous the roads once were. She silently thanked the King just for making it easier for her to have her trysts and get away from her parents, who often discussed selling her.

Entering town, she went right to her favorite tavern and upstairs to the rooms. She rapped gently on the door. The door eased open and she was yanked into the room by a giggling Adora. The door slammed as her back hit against it and Adora's laughter tickled her lips.

"I've been waiting for this all day, sweet thing," Adora cooed, her hands all over Reva.

Reva smiled and leaned in for a deep kiss. Adora wasted no time returning the affection, her tongue dueling with Reva's. Reva moved Adora's hands from her body and took control of the situation. Her hands roamed Adora's sides and back before finding the laces that held her dress closed. Adora moaned.

"You are so damned good with your hands. So, hurry up so I can feel those hands on my skin," Adora playfully ordered.

"Maybe some help," Reva remarked.

Adora growled, but moved quickly to give aid. They were both naked within a minute. Adora dropped to her bed, the straw mattress making very little noise. Reva followed her, planting kisses all over her face while her hands busied themselves with Adora's delicious cleavage.

"Oh, yeah," Adora purred as Reva kneaded her breasts.

Reva chuckled a bit before kissing her way down the bar girl's neck. As she got to Adora's collarbones the kisses became wet nips, cutting a path to a heaving swell and its plump center. Adora cried out and wiggled, trying to move Reva, but caused her to pull away.

"No," Adora whined.

"We're going at my pace or not at all," Reva said.

Adora huffed. "Sometimes, you're just as bad as the guys. Let's go at my pace and you fuck me now!"

"Such language. Maybe I'll give into your request if you tell me one thing." Her fingers played with a pebbled gem, earning some whimpers from Adora.

"Anything. All my secrets are yours."

Reva chuckled. "You may keep your secrets. I only wish to know where's Kalate."

It was Adora's turn to laugh. "Of course, that would be your question while lying in bed with me. You're lucky I know you're not as insensitive as you come off. She'll be along shortly. She works long shifts."

Reva nodded; that was good enough for her. She wanted to indulge while she had the chance. In fact, she would give Adora a night to remember her by, perhaps even spoil her anyone else. So, she gave Adora what she had been craving.

Her lips latched onto a rounded nipple while her hands kneaded heavy, delectable breasts. Adora cooed and held Reva to her chest, keeping her in place. Reva had no plans to move, her mouth at least. She knew that Adora loved the attention to her breasts; they were her most-prized and sensitive assets. Suckling hard, Adora cried out in pleasure and then disappointment as she lost Reva's mouth for a precious second. Reva switched sides as a hand crept down Adora's soft belly.

"Oh, my god, Reva," Adora breathed as the brunette's tongue lapped at her left nipple. She moaned more as full lips pulled at the taut gem.

Reva's mouth worked harder the more noise Adora made. Her hand found a more neglected area of Adora's body, gliding through hot, moist flesh. Adora's hips chased her fingers and Reva felt particularly merciful, craving the feel of the serving girl as much as Adora craved her. Groaning against Adora's chest, Reva relished in the gushing, warm velvet that gripped two of her fingers.

"Goddamn you, Reva. That feels so fucking good," Adora hissed in pure bliss.

Reva's response was to lightly bite the jewel in her mouth and increase the pace of her fingers. Adora groaned and clutched at Reva's back. The groan became a howl as Reva's thumb came into play and pressed against another gem. It hardly took a few minutes before Adora's body clenched around Reva's fingers and the feeling was beyond wonderful. Adora dug her nails into her back and even the pain felt sweet. Adora collapsed to her pillow while Reva continued touching her.

"I get the feeling that Kalate needs to show up soon. You've in one of those insatiable moods," Adora muttered and Reva tugged on her nipple. She purred. "Not that I mind the mood at all."

Reva pressed on, enjoying the taste of Adora. She worked up a sweat on both of them before there was a knock at the door. Adora sighed as she fell off the edge once more. Reva turned her attention to the door.

"Kalate?" Or so she hoped.

"Should be," Adora panted.

Reva smiled and answered the door in all her naked glory. Kalate was standing there and gawked at the nude woman. Reva yanked the girl inside and slammed the door. Kalate looked at her and then glanced at the bed to see a merrily exhausted Adora.

"About time. Reva's about to fuck me a coma waiting for you," Adora remarked.

Kalate's mouth dropped open as she turned back to Reva. "I…"

"If you changed your mind, Adora's more than enough to keep me occupied," Reva replied.

Adora groaned dramatically. "No, that would be a fate worse than death." She giggled. "I probably won't be able to walk tomorrow. I can't feel my legs already."

Kalate visibly gulped. "That good?"

"She's great. Reva, show her a good time," Adora playfully ordered.

Reva smiled and stepped closer to Kalate. The younger woman was breathing hard, but she leaned in for a kiss. Reva made sure to put her all into the kiss, so that Kalate would want more. It worked, as Kalate whined as Reva pulled away for air.

"More?" Reva asked and Kalate nodded.

"That's probably going to be the last time she asks anything. From now on, you'll have to tell her," Adora informed her coworker.

Kalate nodded again and then grabbed Reva for another kiss. Kalate tasted good, but different to Adora. Reva delighted in the warm, sweet feel of her mouth and tongue. She imagined being buried wrist deep in Kalate would be just as good and she was completely right.

Reva stayed the night with both women, pleasing them both. She knew her parents would be upset when the sun rose and she would not be there. She could not bring herself to care, not when her parents planned to sell her and she had two beautiful, naked women craving her. She would enjoy the now because who know what would happen later.

-8-8-8-8-

Next time: Reva is sold.