My New Life With My Beast Husbands!

Chapter 14: Around the Estate: Part 2

Loyd parked the bike in the shed and cut the engine. Iza took off her helmet and beamed.

"That was so fun! We went so fast out there! We have to do that again!"

Loyd took his helmet off as well, agreeing with Iza, and promised to take her on a trail ride on the bike again soon.

Loyd walked them to the main barn and introduced Iza to Poppy. She was in the middle of tacking a few horses when they showed up.

Poppy bowed to the two and greeted them before continuing her work.

There were three horses stationed in crossties that caught Iza's eye. She was star-struck when she came face to face with them. They had beautifully shiny coats and were incredibly muscular. She gave each one a scratch on the neck before asking Poppy what she was planning on doing but was interrupted by Florian.

"Ah, I see you are almost done tacking thank you!" (Florian)

"We will be ready to leave in ten minutes, can you finish tacking the Vyatka and get the pack for him ready?" (Poppy)

"Sure, I'm on it!" (Florian)

Iza looked to Loyd for an answer, before mustering up the courage to ask the two what they planned to do with the three horses. 

"What are you guys going to do with the horses?"

Poppy was finishing tightening the girth of the chestnut Altai horse when she responded,

"We are going to check the trails and make sure they are cleared, this Altai horse (patting the Chestnut's neck) is the one I will be riding and this one, (The Palomino, moving under the cross ties to stand next to it) This Mangalarga Marchado horse is the one Florian will ride. Oh, and that one, (pointing to the red roan Vyatka) is our pack horse. He will be carrying tools and equipment in case we need to move any trees or debris out of the way."

Iza wanted to know more about the horse; why those specific breeds, what type of tack they were using, what they ate...etc. along with Poppy's job working with them. Poppy continued her work and answered the questions thrown her way.

Loyd helped as well and was ecstatic at Iza's interest in horses. He had been riding since he was young, and it had become one of his favorite pastimes. This was a perfect opportunity for them to become closer. He was slowly scheming up a plan in his mind as Poppy and Iza talked. 

The two of them saw Poppy and Florian off before making their way inside for lunch. 

Lunch was Smørrebrød, the butter fresh rye bread topped with fresh cut meat and cheese, with delicately cut vegetable toppings and a sauce called italiensk salat, that tied the sandwich together. 

It smelled good; Iza was dying to try it, but after the first few bites of her sandwich, her stomach couldn't handle it.

Iza rushed to the closest bathroom, hurling those first two bites she got in along with breakfast into the toilet. 

Loyd was hot on her heel, following her into the bathroom. Between each gag she would try and turn to yell at Loyd to leave, not wanting anyone to see her in that state.

"Leave, I'll be okay alone. Besides I look terrible and this; she gestured to the toilet and herself, is just gross right now."

Loyd pulled her hair out of her face holding it for her and rubbing her back soothing her as she gaged.

"Non-sense. Who cares what you look like in at time like this."

Tears rolled down her face with each gagging hurl. She heard Loyd talking to someone behind her but couldn't quite hear them speaking.

A maid had quietly followed the two of them to the restroom. She had gotten a hair clip, a wash rag, and a glass of water. She handed them all to Loyd then bowed and excused herself from the room.

Loyd quickly clipped Iza's pulled-back hair as best he could, before running the tap for warm water. Iza slumped back from the toilet, slammed the lid close, and flushed the contents. 

Loyd crouched to her side with the wash rag, wiping her face clean. He had a serious look on his face like he was examining a very important piece of art. After a few wipes to her face, Loyd got up rinsed the cloth, and came back to wipe again before being satisfied. He threw the cloth to the side and grabbed the glass of water for Iza to have.

Iza gratefully accepted the glass chugging it, trying to soothe her bile-covered throat. In a rough voice, Iza thanked Loyd.

"Thank you, you didn't need to stay and help me but I appreciate it."

Loyd asked if she was ready to stand; gripped her elbow and steadied her to her feet and replied with a soft nod. He had a determined look on his face. He knew after throwing up she would want to feel clean again. Once on her feet; Loyd picked her up and took her to his room.

They entered Loyd's bathroom; which was much bigger than Iza's but with a similar design. He set her down on a stool in the room. Loyd crouched, eye level with Iza, and asked if she wanted a shower or a bath. 

Iza blushed at the question. Did he want to see her naked all of a sudden? After what she just did to the poor downstairs bathroom, he still wanted her!

His face was stern and emotionless, there was no malicious intent behind the question. He simply wanted to have her comfortable and clean once again.

Iza didn't answer him. Loyd stood deciding for her.

"Both it is then."

He started the shower fixing the temperature so it wouldn't be too hot for her. He grabbed a towel and a robe for her to wear and handed them to her. Iza looked at the pile in her hands now and then looked back at Loyd. 

"Well, do you want to undress or should I do that for you?"

Loyd crossed his arms while saying this.

Iza shifted around on the stool for a second before standing and sluggishly taking her pants off.

Loyd's eyes widen at the site before him. He quickly covered his eyes and turned away from her. His heart pounded and his body flustered. His manhood was on the verge of rising from the tease.

In a strained and aroused voice Loyd said,

"As much as I would love to watch the show you have in store, I'll be in the corner as you bathe. Call if you need me."

Loyd took large heavy strides to the other side of the bathroom, grabbed a stool to sit on, and faced the corner.

Iza was embarrassed at his words, she pulled her pants back up in a hurry grabbed the robe and towel, and dashed for the shower. She would have extra protection from any wandering eyes behind the solid shower divider.

Iza showered while Loyd's mind wandered. He caught a glimpse of her delicate mulberry underwear. Man was she a sight, the taunt of her bare skin was driving him mad. 

His manhood began to harden at the mental visual. He wanted her so badly.