The Soldier's Countess (The Thirty Years' War Rp, Reposted, PM Interest)

The Swedish army of Gustav Adolf II had been on the marsh for several days, their goal, the castle of Braustein, a minor valley in the deep of the mountains of Germany, there would be no more then two hundred soldiers at the place and it was a good place to keep their base at, the Countess there was the lone survivor of the family and by the information was only twenty one years old, ripe for the taking. Among the soldiers at the attack of the castle was a young lad of eighteen named Peter Hansson, a peasant from the country side in Sweden, and he would prove to be the one to become a known person even among his people's history.

In the assault the countess had fled into the dark secret tunnels of the castle, hoping to flee out of the castle and escape a sure death by the soldiers. She was a beautiful woman and was sure they hounds of Sweden would without a doubt rape her before slicing her throat. As she fled through the secret entrance, her luscious body jiggling in her white dress, had the young man and Swedish soldier named Peter been sent to scout by his commander, as the young soldier had a bad sense of direction he had been sent away from the battlefield to be kept from getting killed.

He was just searching around a small wooden house with a single bedroom in it, the gardener's home, when suddenly a stunningly beautiful woman came running out from behind a bush. Surprised Peter watched her run past the rock he was behind, not seeing him, his eyes on her jiggling body. She then took a moment to catch some rest, leaning against the house, Peter found himself frightened that his beautiful creature would get killed as the path leading down the way she was heading was now the main base of the Swedish army.

Moving silently he carefully hit her neck with the back of his gun, knocking her unconscious, the young man then lifted her up and carried her into the house. Putting the unconscious woman on the bed the young man knew that from the looks of her rich outfit she was the countess, as nobody else around had enough money for such clothes. Carefully he pulled off the fine clothes, not daring to damage them as they looked perfect on her body, slowly unstrapping her corset he finally revealed her nude body, leaving only her gloves on, the jewels he had taken off, but left the simple choker with the crucifix on, they were dirt common and the crucifix was made of simple metal and nothing precious so she wouldn't be thought of as a noble woman, and the gloves and long socks on her body, he would remove them, AFTER he had claimed her.

Tying her arms above her head with a thick rope he pulled off his own clothes until only his trousers were left, sitting down on the chair next to the bed he stroked her fine body, fondling her breasts and fingering her pussy until she woke up, she began to struggle and scream as she woke up, having enjoyed the teasing fingers she was frightened to death by the sight of the Swedish soldier. But her screams wouldn't sound as he had used a strange string of silk which had been tied around her thighs and stuffed it in her mouth. Still teasing her breasts and pussy he spoke to her in broken German, he had learned a bit from one of the mercenaries in the army. "Calm Countess, I no hurt you, you calm and we talk, I no wish for countess' death, to pretty to die, countess was running towards base of Sweden, death sure if countess had keep running. Me Peter, me Sweden soldier, Countess need me help or countess be sure to die once battle over. Commander no like German nobles, he kill, no questions about, even when king tell him no, so countess need Peter's help to survive. Will countess listen?"

Peter Hansson: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/5d/Altblau_regiment_musketeer.jpg

Countess: http://th08.deviantart.com/fs44/300W/f/2009/063/2/e/Comic_Book_Stripper_Part_II_8_by_randomredux.jpg

Alke ran down the tunnel and out into the night. She had to run, run for her life, or else who know what horrible fate would befall her. She felt panicked, she didn’t know what to do or where she would go. She had sewn jewelry into the skirts of her dress, as she had been afraid the day would come when she would have to flee. She had stopped to catch her breath when suddenly everything went black.

In the darkness she felt something pleasurable, causing her to moan softly. All the fear and running had been just a nightmare, she supposed as she slowly opened her eyes. Her head hurt a little and it took her a moment to focus on her surroundings. Where was she? She turned her head and saw the Swedish soldier beside her and screamed. She moved to get up only to realize her hands were bound above her head and she was almost completely naked.

She felt a cold sweat form on her back when the man beside her began to speak. His hand remained on her body, and she listened to him if for no other reason than she didn’t have any other option. She tried to ignore his touches, but it had been so long since she had been with a man, that it was difficult to ignore. When he asked if she would listen, she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to hold back a moan, and then looked at him and nodded her head “yes”.

"Good, Peter disguise Countess as common folk, servant of castle, make claim of war. Peter keep Countess from other Soldiers, keep Countess safe, must discard riches somewhere hidden, or Soldier will discover. also, Countess no can act high, need to act like common folk, Peter fuck Countess like slave to keep up secret. Countess understand?" As he said this was the young soldiers licking her pussy teasingly, looking her in the eyes, her two large mounds like a pair of mountains portraying her flustered face.

He then slowly pressed his tongue into her slit and began to suckle on her pink vagina flesh while slithering his tongue around inside her. If Peter had been an animal he would have tasted her fertility like crazy, but now he only enjoyed the sweet tender taste of her pussy. Her body fertile groove tasted heavenly beneath his oral ministrations, both his hands were now rubbing her large breasts, twisting tugging and pinching the fat nipples between his thumb and index finger. Through this was he continuously rubbing his tongue against her tight entrance's clenching walls.

Peter had never had sex before but he had heard tales from the men of the army what women liked and he had learned by peeking at when they had sex with either tavern wenches, newly caught women or some of the locals who they had seduced or forced. He kept slithering his tongue inside her fertile pussy like a worm digging its way through moist earth, until he found a small node inside the walls and he experimental brushed his tongue's tip against it before pressing his tongue down it full force, not expecting the reaction she'd make as he pushed his tongue against that single point.

Alke did her best to listen to the man that now seemed to be both her captor and savior. She felt like she should have protested his story that fucking her would save her, but in all honesty, she wasn’t sure that he wasn’t correct on that front. Besides, she couldn’t deny that the idea sent a small shiver up her spine.

Before she could think too long on these thoughts, she felt his tongue on her slit. No one had ever done this to her before and it felt heavenly. She moaned, despite herself, and felt her nipples harden against the cool air around them. Everything felt nice…until he did something that made her cry out.

The tip of his tongue started hitting something that made her think she would almost explode right there and then. She looked down at him between her legs and moaned wantonly.

“Oh god yes…I don’t know what you’re doing…..mmmmmmm….oh but please don’t stop” she begged him as her hips began to move up and down against his face.

OOC: Sorry for the delay!

Continually licking that single spot Peter's hands rubbed her nipples a little before reaching for his own clothes, he had removed his uniform, weapons and armour and was only wearing a white silk shirt, a tunic beneath it, blue trousers and a traditional loincloth of his family. Peter came from a line of vikings, wild sea travelling norsemen who would put raids upon every land that was connected by the sea. Thus every member of his family wore traditional loincloth of the old ways and not trousers, leaving their bits dangling as those nutty Britts call it.

He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, taking a short break from his licking of her tender pussy, her juices stained over his face, revealing his not bulky but still strong torso. Young Peter then pressed his face down again into her loins, his hands now unbuckling his trousers which simply dropped down and as she reacted to his ministrations he pulled his face away, stained even more by her vaginal juices, which he licked a little before pressing his bare chest onto of hers, feeling her erect nipples grind into his torso, before his pussy juice stained lips kissed hers, letting her taste her own fluids in his mouth. His hands dropped his loincloth to the floor as well and his hard member was dangling free in the open, and its precum leaking head was rubbing against her wet slit, aimed and ready to fire into her unprotected womb once it penetrated her walls.