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The Borgias S3E10
Ch 9 A Most Harmonic Convergence
Lucrezia was awakened by the sinful gloriousness of her two loves fondling her breasts as they knelt beside her on the bed, forming an arch of passion over as they kissed each other.
"Ah, Micheletto..." Cesare gave a lustful smirk at his friend when their lips parted; he then motioned Micheletto to follow his gaze down upon the swooning woman under their joint and loving control, "...mission accomplished—our lovely one has awakened, at last...good morning, my love..."
Micheletto's look upon her seemed stern, but by that point in time Lucrezia had learned to read the many nuances of his facial expressions well, as slight as they often were to the untrained eye. His good morning to her issued forth through a soulful little grunt and one raised eyebrow at her as he released her nipple from the teasing attention of his thumb and forefinger; he gave her captive breast a tender massage, then, before he trailed his hand lightly up and across her shoulder, and then traced the back one finger along her sweet collar bone...then the velvety length of her neck...up her chin and onward to her luscious little mouth, parted slightly in a swoon and waiting to receive him.
"Yes, my loves...very good morning," she gasped at them both after she stopped Micheletto's probing finger with a welcoming kiss upon its tip. "You shall both spoil me..."
"You do not think, for even a moment, that we do not expect for you to return the favor? Hmm, little sister?" Micheletto grunted his question as he cocked his head at her; across from him Cesare gave a lusty guffaw of agreement and his eager smile ended with a sultry bite of his bottom lip.
"Oh, no, my loves...not for a moment..." Lucrezia said as she rose up slowly between them, sliding a sensuous hand upon each man, and up into the tendrils of hair at the napes of their necks, which she then grabbed firm handfuls of. "Not for a moment..." she said through a whisper, as her bright blue eyes sparkled at them each in turn. She gave Micheletto her tender kiss and then the same to her waiting brother before she gently guided their lips back upon each other; she them pushed then, just as gently, down upon the bed. Lucrezia slid slowly down and disappeared below them, then, intent on spoiling them by exploring the limits, if any, of their endurance—and her own.
The three lovers had concluded their latest round of lovemaking and found that there was still left to them the luxury of time: time to relish their privacy; time to enjoy their respite as they lay in each others embrace; time to revisit the glory of their desires before the sun rose in the morning sky and would call them away to their obligations of the coming day.
For her part, Lucrezia found the feeling of lying nestled between Cesare and Micheletto to be gloriously and sinfully addictive; her two loves; her brother and her assassin—for that was her private nickname for Micheletto, who had made good on his promise to murder her in a manner more exquisite than she could coherently put true words to.
Yet, while she was often, literally, the center of their attention, Lucrezia found herself living in another world, entirely, being ministered by—and ministering to—two men who loved her and who loved each other, as well; it was a world that she had been so preciously introduced to, and knew that she could never give up. The realization that Cesare's intent had not been as selfish, as she first and wrongly imagined, hit her profoundly, at that moment, and she was suddenly overcome with her infinite love for them both.
Micheletto felt her tears upon his chest first and rose up from her in alarm.
"She cries, brother," Micheletto alerted Cesare as he made to investigate Lucrezia's upset.
"Lucrezia? Lucrezia?" Cesare rose up in equal alarm as he took her into his sole embrace. "Sis?"
"I...I am alright, my loves—these are tears of happiness and I am simply overcome by you both, that your intent and desires are true—so hard for me to imagine, still, that such a development between us...between us..."
"What, my love?"
"There are no hurt hearts, here, my loves...I pray that it will always remain thus..." Lucrezia managed before she broke down completely within her brother's arms.
Cesare looked at Micheletto with a sad little smile, happy that his sister understood them both but not that she was so affected; he eased her back between them as Micheletto put his own arm back around her.
"I'm alright, really."
"And we understand, little sister, but do not fear—it is our vow to you, ever and always."
Lucrezia was only able to answer Micheletto with her sniffles as she tried to get a hold of herself. Facing her brother at that moment she gave him an apologetic kiss, and then turned to kiss Micheletto. "I am sorry, my loves; I do not mean to make such a beauteous moment so sad."
"You are loved, Lucrezia and Cesare Borgia," Micheletto responded softly as he looked at them both; Lucrezia turned to him fully and hugged him tighter.
Some time later, still basking in the afterglow of their shared love, Lucrezia dared to venture a quiet question.
"Micheletto?"
"Yes, Lucrezia?"
"I do not want to be indelicate...but...these scars upon your chest and back—it was the rack that did this you?"
Micheletto gazed over at Cesare, who blushed back at him; Lucrezia followed his strangely amused gaze and looked at her brother, more than baffled at their responses.
"Cesare? You smile? What on God's Earth—"
"Not all of these, little sister, were the cause of that particular torture session," Micheletto began through a little smirk upon his face.
"What? You mean, there were others?"
"Many."
"You know that you have intrigued me—who else ever laid such a vile hand upon you? Surely, it was in battle, then?"
"A battle of sorts, yes." Another knowing look shot quickly at his partner in all crimes. "Every scar tells a story, Lucrezia; not all that I wish to relay at the moment—except that ones that were inflicted...with love."
"With love?" Lucrezia was completely aghast. "There is such a distinction between them?"
"Yes, lovely Golden One, and I know the differences between each and every one."
"With love," Lucrezia muttered her confusion at herself, undone by the thought of such an implication.
"Yes, Sis—and by my hand...long ago."
Lucrezia's head whipped around at her brother. "By you, Cesare?"
And so there, in that early, quiet morning, Micheletto and Cesare related the story of one of Micheletto's early and most major demonstrations of his loyalty to Cesare—working as a double agent against his first master, Giuliano della Rovere; and of the lashes Cesare had given the assassin to prove to della Rovere that Micheletto had still been on task and that the Borgia were ever their most-hated and common enemy.
"Cesare! How could you?"
"Do not despair, little sister—I quite enjoyed it."
"Micheletto!"
Both men were laughing lightly at the memory by then.
"And you, brother? Whatever was going through your mind at the time?" Lucrezia asked him, still scandalized.
Cesare found himself under the scrutiny of two very intrigued pairs of eyes.
"Although I knew nothing of Micheletto's truest feeling for me then...I...enjoyed it, as well," Cesare confirmed with a devilish gleam in his eyes and his tongue in his cheek—and the burgeoning swell of his member upon his lap at the provocative memory.
Lucrezia's eyes went to the impressive evidence of her brother's honest admission, and then felt the evidence of Micheletto's own happy response to it.
"Will this education of mine never end?" Lucrezia moaned as she was taken over again by her two men, who brought her, happily and fully, into their harmonic convergence of limbs and lust.
"Not as long as we have anything to do with it Sis," Cesare assured her before his lips overtook her own.
"Really, must this Divinity end now?"
Lucrezia looked up at her brother as he dressed himself to away from her bedroom.
Cesare turned to the pair still in the bed and smiled down at them. "You speak sacrilege, Sis, even I know that."
"You believe in no God, Cesare; and we are the Unholy Borgias; I am allowed."
"Nevertheless, let us be mindful of tempting the Fates then, my love."
"So you would kick me out of my own bed," Lucrezia smiled her accusation up at her brother.
"Yes," his grin grew wider at her and he gave a playful tweak to the tip her lovely nose.
"Micheletto? You will allow such a thing?" Lucrezia giggled at her assassin, who had not yet relinquished her from within his own embrace.
Suddenly he was up like a shot and had scooped her up out the bed and slung her unceremoniously over his shoulder; he gave her heavenly naked bottom playful swat. "Unless you desire for me to carry you out into the day thus, little sister..." Micheletto threatened as he carried her toward the door.
"Alright..alright! Put me down!" Lucrezia continued her happy squeals of delight at them both.
Micheletto walked her back and set her gingerly down before her brother, waiting to help her into a robe.
"There, Sis," Cesare smiled at her as he fastened her up. "And now we must leave you, hmm?"
Lucrezia sent each man off with a deep, longing kiss of goodbye. "Good morning, my loves," she smiled after them.
And so the days and nights went; even better and more privately as Fati Ba and the other servants all settled comfortably into their quarters, leaving the trio to themselves each night after supper. They had settled into a happy routine of entertaining the children until their bedtime, and then entertaining each other all about the huge hacienda as they pleased.
While their home life was one of near perfect idyll, Cesare's toils in the mountains were far from the same; getting his business off to a lucrative start was proving to be difficult, and an endeavor that Cesare was too impatient to suffer through as indicated.
"We should return to farming, then Cesare, yes?"
"Yes and no," Cesare grunted at his friend one evening, on the way home after a disappointing day trying to work the equipment.
"We need more hands, Cesare."
"True. And more equipment. However, I do not desire to spend such funds as are necessary, at this point, in order to do so."
"Then what?"
"I don't know. Let us take it up with Lucrezia, tonight, yes?"
Micheletto nodded his agreement.
Back at the hacienda Lucrezia had received an unexpected guest.
"Don Cortez?" Lucrezia's greeting was a surprised and cautious one as she entered the great room to find her visitor, heralded by Fati Ba.
"La Doña, good evening!"
"What brings you out to us so late in the evening?"
"Oh, please pardon my intrusion, I only come bearing your invitation to your ball, to be held at my own hacienda, three weeks from today." Don Cortez held out a vellum envelope at her.
"Why...thank you," Lucrezia gave a little curtsy at him.
"You do me great honor, La Doña," he smiled broadly at her.
"Well then, we shall see you in three weeks," Lucrezia said brightly as she made to usher him away.
"Uh...may I be so bold as to seek your permission to stay a while, La Doña?"
"But, my cousins are still in the mountains, due back at any moment, but not prepared to host you, as I know that they would like—you understand, of course?" Lucrezia managed to keep her tone bright and hospitable, but his intrusion was not welcomed, especially with only her and her servants alone in the hacienda, many of whom were already preparing to leave for their own quarters. "And it is actually the end of our day, Don Cortez, when we have our last meal and prepare the children for bed—you understand, sure—"
Don Cortez cut her off with his sudden embrace of her and a kiss to her lips. "Ah, La Doña, I am consumed by my thoughts of you!" His words came in a rush at her as he released her, then took her hand and kissed the back of it in apology.
"Don Cortez! This is most inappropriate! I have not given you any cause to behave in such a manner! Please, I am asking you nicely to leave before my cousins come home for you to explain yourself to!"
"Ah, so you do feel something, otherwise you would not wish to keep this little secret between us," he rejoiced at her through his unwavering enthusiasm.
"I should say not, Don Cortez, you have read me wrong, again," Lucrezia replied firmly. "You have minutes, only, to make away from here before I take matters into my own hands..." Lucrezia put her hand under her apron and upon a thin leather belt hidden beneath it, where she was ready to pull a blade from the sheath attached to it.
"And what matters would those be?"
It was Micheletto's undisguised discord that the Don heard being grunted at him from the entrance behind them.
"Ah! Don Miguel!"
"I believe the Lady asked you to be on your way—in the interest of good, neighborly conduct, and the sure value that you must place upon your life, I suggest that you leave and never come back without proper invitation or advanced notification to visit us here."
Don Cortez bristled at Micheletto's obvious threat, but sought to maintain his composure. "I only came to deliver, personally, the invitation to the ball in your family's honor," he haughtily defended himself.
"And has it been delivered?"
"Why...yes—"
Micheletto's hand went boldly to the hilt of his sword. "Thank you. Now. You may go."
Well, she is a great beauty, after all; still it is baffling, this over-protectiveness of the woman; certainly this cousin does not have designs on her...and where is the other one? Italians... The Don gave an inward and silent harrumph of disgust at the man. "Good evening then; I apologize for my blunder, it shall not happen again, friend. I look forward to hosting you all at the ball." With that the Don made his exit.
"Are you alright, Lucrezia?" Micheletto asked when he rushed over to her side.
"I am, my love; he quite startled me."
"I'm sure."
"Where is Cesare?"
"Taken up with a last-minute problem regarding some equipment—he sent me on ahead, and a good thing—that man would be dead had Cesare witnessed what I did..."
"And yet he lives—why?"
"While I would greatly enjoy murdering him, it would not be the wisest course of action to find ourselves being run away from here, hmm? Believe me when I say that I am most-disappointed to have to consider letting him live, at all."
Lucrezia chuckled her agreement. "Yes, well, Cesare will not be pleased to hear of this."
"He doesn't have to know—for once, Golden One, can you keep a secret to yourself? Can you let this one truth remain unspoken?"
"I cannot live with secrets, Micheletto..." she answered him uneasily.
"To do anything otherwise would mean that our brief respite here would come to an end—you know that I speak the truth. My concern is for you and Cesare, equally."
"But...well, I understand...but..." Lucrezia hedged, still not happy with the idea a keeping a secret from her brother or bearing the weight of such a decision.
"No 'but', my love; I have grown lazy—and spoiled—Lucrezia, living as we have all of this time with no one to murder." Micheletto grunted his reprimand of himself at her. "Give me time to...arrange an accident for the Don? Hmm? Would you like it before the ball, or after? I think that sooner would be better than later, yes? And, when I explain the particulars of the Don's demise to Cesare afterward, he will thank me for handling the situation thus, hmm?"
"What's this? Good evening, Sis," Cesare smiled broadly at his two loves, in deep conversation about some matter or other.
"My love! This was delivered today—" the partial truth from Lucrezia as she went to her brother and handed him the invitation to the ball.
"Oh—and are we going?" Cesare asked after he gave the missive a closer look, his question full of amusement.
"Let us weigh out that answer later, my love—I hear that there was trouble with some of your equipment?" Lucrezia asked, changing the subject deftly.
"Yes, about that—we must discuss some issues with you, Sis, and obtain your valuable input..."
"Well then, wash up, my loves, a hearty meal and your favorite wine awaits you."