"Conquered" (closed)

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"Conquered"

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He was known as Count Killian, Lord Master of Trulane. It was a very noble title for a very ignoble man. Killian had gotten everything he had through vice, murder, and betrayal. And he wasn't done advancing himself -- his titles, his lands, his wealth -- quite yet.

Today, he was leading his forces north into the County of Brennon, carrying with him an arrest warrant for the Lady Aleeza. It wasn't a legitimate warrant, of course. It had been quietly issued by Lord Robert, Commander of the King's Guard. After a string of fiascos that had made the Kingdom weaker both in power and in reputation, Lord Robert had gathered enough support amongst the Greater Lords to place the King under house arrest.

The Greater Lords believed that Lord Robert's goal was to find a new, more suitable Monarch from the bloodline of the current King, who himself had no living Issues. In reality, though, Lord Robert had every intention of taking the crown for himself. But his claim for the crown was tenuous at best. He was but 11th in line for the crown, the 2nd son of the King's now-deceased second-cousin, Bruce of Temple. To make Robert's claim even weaker, it had been long rumored that not only had Bruce actually been the product of an affair between his mother and her husband's Captain of the Guard but Robert, too, had been illegitimate, born from a long lasting sexual relationship between his own mother and her own first cousin.

To put himself on the throne, Lord Robert had to tear down the claims of the better contenders or -- more easily done -- simply eliminate those nearer to the crown than himself.

And that was what brought Killian to the County of Brennon and the home of Lady Aleeza this beautiful, early spring day. Lady Aleeza was 3rd in line for the crown, the daughter of the King's youngest daughter, thus his granddaughter. Only their Graces Lord Rickard and Lord Paul had better claims than Aleeza.

Fortunately for Lord Robert, Rickard -- the King's eldest grandson -- hadn't been seen alive since he'd gone off to war 3 years earlier. And Lord Paul -- the next eldest grandson -- was well rumored to have a fondness for other men, something Lord Robert had only gain proof of to have him casted from the quest for the crown and, quite possibly, even beheaded.

Killian's job was easy: secure Lady Aleeza for her own safety; make the public very aware that she is to be safely escorted back to the Capitol to speak with her Grandfather, the King, about the succession; then, ensure that she is just as publicly attacked and killed by treacherous assassins in the employ of one of the disenfranchised Earls who himself is bent on seizing the crown.

And this kind of work was what Killian did best.

 

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Lady Aleeza looked out upon the lands surrounding her home and feared for its future. She had never before feared for her safety or that of her estate and its occupants until two days earlier when a Messenger from the Capital arrived to tell her that her grandfather, the King, had likely been arrested and was being held by Lord Robert of Temple, his own Captain of the Royal Guard.

From atop a rise south of her Keep, she watched as an invading force made its way up the Kenton Road. She didn't have an accurate count; 12, 20, 40? They were in and out of the groves and over and then behind the rolling hills again and again. There movement made them hard to define, and Aleeza couldn't help but wonder if that wasn't their leader's plan.

"M'lady…?" a male voice asked from behind with his concern evident in just that one word. When she looked to the Captain of her Bodyguard, Portis, he begged her, "Please, m'lady. We need to get you behind the walls."

She watched the approaching force another moment, then mounted her horse and rode with Portis and two more of her men. At the Keep, the lifted the drawbridge, barred the door, and posted archers and spearmen. Aleeza's entire Bodyguard only numbered 20 men, though, and 8 of those were to the north of the Keep dealing with a Highwayman issue. The walls would keep the intruders out, though. She was certain of that. So long as no more than those she'd seen were actually on their way here.

"Why, m'lady?" asked her handmaiden, Claire. When Aleeza asked what the girl meant, Claire clarified, "Why are these men coming here, m'lady? You are the King's family, his granddaughter. Do they not know this?"

Aleeza looked out upon the force as it emerged from the distant forest and made its way up the road. She answered as much to herself as to the girl, "I suspect that that is their reason. Now … go off and hide yourself with the other women. Go!"

Aleeza watched the young maiden reluctantly abandon her. She knew that the first thing these approaching heathens would do after busting through the door or scaling the walls was rape all the women, regardless of their ages and experience with men. She and she alone would be the only person to face these men who wasn't sporting a sword below the belt line.

When they arrived at the foot of the raised draw bridge, Aleeza called out with a very formal though slightly wavering voice from the parapet walk, "Identify yourselves … so that I can name you to the King … my grandfather … when I have you all arrested and executed for invading my lands."

Of course, Aleeza didn't need the men to identify themselves. There was only one man down there who mattered, and she already knew him as Lord Killian of Trulane. She'd met him once at a Royal dinner and knew in an instant that she would never trust such a man. He taken her offered hand and kissed it as expected by protocol. But there had been lust and hunger in the way he'd held it and touched his lips to it while looking her directly in the eyes rather than casting his gaze to her hand itself as protocol demanded.

Aleeza had known from that very first moment that she would always fear such a man as much as she despised and distrusted him. He was not an honorable man. No one had had to tell her that. She'd seen it in his eyes. The stories of him that came to her ears later only confirmed her feelings on the man.

She called out again, "Give me your Master's name, hurry, without delay, so that I can pass it on to the executioner and have his head removed before I contemplate on those of the rest of you."

 

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The movement of Killian's force was designed just as Aleeza had suspected, to hide its true numbers. When it finally emerged from the woods the last time before reaching the Keep, the force's true number was revealed to be 27 total, a third mounted swordsmen, the rest footborne spearmen and archers.

On the parapet, the Lady of the keep called down at them, threatening them as if she truly believed she could have them arrested, tried, convicted, and executed. He removed his had to ensure Aleeza got a clear look at him.

"I am Count Killian, Lord Master of Tulane," he announce up to her, certain that she already knew. He gestured to his Lieutenant, Sir Vance, who held out a scroll bound with ribbon. Killian continued, "I am here under authority of the King and the Lord Commander of the King's Royal Guard to escort you to the Capitol. Please, open the gates and stand down your men."

 

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Portis, standing slightly behind and off to the side of Aleeza, warned, "M'lady, we can't let them inside the walls. These men cannot be trusted to--"

"Can you keep them out?" she interrupted. She looked back over her shoulder to her Captain of the Bodyguard. "If they attempt to enter by force, do we have the men to prevent that?"

She knew the truth, just as Portis did, and just as Killian did. Her Bodyguard could make them pay; could hurt them. But it was unlikely they could keep the overwhelming force out, particularly if reinforcements were sent for. She gave orders to Portis, then looked down to the invaders-to-be.

"You're men may set up camp in the meadow," Aleeza called down. She looked toward an area a quarter mile away that offered a flat area for tents, a corral for horses, trees for shade, and more. It was where traveling troops and the King's Soldiers often camped when passing through the area. She continued, "You and one other man may--"

"Three other men!" one of Killian's men interrupted.

Aleeza considered the demand then continued, "Two other men may then come through the gate. I will have the kitchen prepare us a meal … your camp, too--"

She finished with a tone of doubt, "--and you can show me this directive you have from my grandfather regarding my safe passage to the Capital."

Aleeza didn't wait for a response and instead stepped back out of Killian's line of sight and looked to Portis. "You will send a pigeon to my grandfather, telling him of Lord Killian's visit and asking him to send either a messenger confirming the Lord's mission … or a force to stop him."

Portis confirmed his orders and hurried off to carry them out. Aleeza peeked out through the crenellations again at the man, then retreated once again. She told one of Portis's Lieutenants, "Once there are only three men left before, lower the gate and escort them inside. Do not trust them! But … also … do not kill them unless you must."

Aleeza knew Killian was not to be trusted. But she also knew he was not to crossed if he had the law behind him. She had to know who was pulling his strings for sure and -- or course -- whether or not she had the ability to cut those strings without falling to her death.

She would wait in her audience chamber for the Lord and his men...

 

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"Send the men to the camp," Killian told man Vance. He looked to the man who'd called out about wishing more protection to remain and directed, "Herzon, put together an infiltration team. Wait 'til after dark."

Killian looked to the parapet and just barely caught sight of Aleeza peeking out at him. He smiled and gave her a polite wave, unsure whether or not she caught it. Over his shoulder he instructed, "And Herzon … please feel free to kill anyone who gets in you way."



It was almost a full hour before the draw bridge came down to allow the three allowed men inside. Along with Gwinn, Killian brought with him his swordsman, Trowbry, nicknamed Blade for his skill with anything sharp or pointy or both.

"Weapons, gentleman," Portis demanded when the trio had reached the midway point of the drawbridge. He conspicuously looked up to his left and right, then behind him, to ensure that Killian saw the half dozen arrows trained on them. He added without a great deal of politeness, "Or we use ours."

Killian was about to object, pointing out that that was never part of the arrangement. But really, he didn't need to be armed to fulfill his mission; he only needed to be inside until after dark. He gestured to his sidekicks, and the sound of metal clanging down upon the metal features of the drawbridge could be heard ringing off the stone walls beyond the gate.

He noticed Portis's lack of confidence that the trio had been fully disarmed, pulled the dagger hidden on his own body, dropped it, and commanded the other two, "All of it. We're all friends here."

At least one more weapon dropped for each of the larger swords and daggers that had been shed in the first round. Killian held his arms out wide, asking, "Good?"

Portis turned and led the trio inside; his men remained on guard through the foyer and halls to his Lady's audience chamber. Without a word, Portis let Aleeza know the men had been disarmed by simply reaching to the hilt of his own sword and gently shaking his head.

"Lady Aleeza of Brennon," Portis spoke toward the guests after he'd taken his position to the right of his lady. He looked directly at Killian and demanded, "You claim to have a message from the King."

Killian gestured a waggled finger, and Gwinn began forward. But Portis stepped out between the uninvited guest and his lady, reached out, and took the rolled and tied scroll. Without taking his eyes off the man -- who, after a momentary stare down backed again -- Portis backed to his own position and held the scroll out for Aleeza.

"As you will see," Killian began to explain even before the tie came off the scroll, "I have been ordered to provide you safe passage to the Capital, such that you can speak with your grandfather."

Killian took one casual step forward but then stopped with the only man with a visible sword stepped back out again in protest. Killian smiled politely, gave a polite nod to Portis, then looked to Aleeza with a smile.

"I think he's planning on stepping down, m'lady, for health reasons," Killian said with the tone of someone who knew and was telling a secret. "And I think he's planning on naming you his rightful heir."

Leaning in to say quieter but certainly not quiet enough for even the guards spread around the room to here, "Can't very well name Lord Rickard, see hows no one knows where he is. And Lord Paul...? Well, don't imagine we'd get an heir from him, considering where he likes to put his cock, would we?"

He laughed at his crude joke about the preference of Aleeza's cousin to put his penis inside other men. But seeing how the joke didn't go over so well, he quickly bowed respectfully and apologized, "Pardon me, m'lady. It was my upbringing. I'm really actually a nice guy once you get to know me."

 

[CutiePie1997]

(OOC: Hey, I chose poorly for Aleeza's name. I get in a hurry typing it and spell it wrong more than half the time. I'm changing it to Alissa. Sorry for the inconvenience, a word I had to correct three times as well. )

Alissa's heart was pounding noticeably faster even before the three man entered her audience chamber. Just the sounds of the boots -- theirs and her Bodyguards' -- made her anxious and even a bit frightened.

As Portis offered her the scroll, Alissa listened to Killian reassure her, "As you will see ... ... I have been ordered to provide you safe passage to the Capital, such that you can speak with your grandfather."

She pulled loose the bow, let the string fall away, and unrolled the scroll. Alissa didn't recognize the handwriting of the message as it had been composed by a scribe. She would have thought her grandfather would have penned such an important letter himself. The signature was in a different hand, though, and -- as far as she could tell -- it was in fact his. That could be faked, though, so Alissa looked for their little secret signoff code in his signature. She smiled with a touch of relief when she saw that their secret code symbol was just as it should be.

How could she have known that her grandfather had entrusted his personal Scribe with the secret held by only the King and Alissa; how could she have known that that Scribe had been offered a lakeside estate, a monthly pension, and a beautiful mistress for ensuring that that symbol was placed appropriately to fool poor, unknowing Alissa.

Ignoring Killian's poor taste in humor except to give him a sharp glance of disapproval, Alissa gave her Captain a nod of acknowledgment regarding the authenticity of the message. To the distrustful man, Alissa said with a little more friendship in her tone, "Rooms are being prepared for you and your men, Lord Killian. A feast is in the works, and we will dine at two hours to sunset if that pleases you."

Alissa stood and directed one of her Bodyguard to escort their guests. She looked Killian over one last time, thinking to herself that if she didn't already know his reputation as a scoundrel, he might be just the kind of man she'd invite to her bed for the first time. She turned away and headed for her chambers. She instructed an Aide to return the staff to their duties; it was only the women and female children who had been hid away, but even the males of all ages were told to remain out of sight for their own safety.

In her bed chamber, Claire began drawing a bath for her Lady after returning from her hiding place in the basement. They chatted about the men, their presence here, the scroll's message, the King's presumed but denied disappearance, and more. Alissa stripped bare and stepped down into the hot bath with Claire holding her long hair back to keep it dry. The conversation continued as the chambermaid helped the Lady bathe.

"Are they handsome?" Claire asked with a suggestive tone. "Big, rugged, muscular men who would know how to treat a lady right?"

Alissa laughed loudly, splashing water at her servant. "They are all ugly as sin, nasty and inappropriate to the core, and not worthy of a Lady."

The sexually experienced Claire smiled wide and continued with that sexual tone of hers, "So … perfect for me … not so much for you, m'lady."

They laughed together and continued on with comments and jokes that they wouldn't have wanted anyone else to here come from their mouths, particularly Lady Alissa's. After a while, as the bath neared its end, Alissa laid her head back against the padded rail of the bath and closed her eyes. She shifted her body a bit to a familiar position and whispered only, "Claire...?"

The chambermaid knew what he Lady wanted. She set the soapy cloth aside, dipped the fingertips of one hand into a jar of sticky goo, and reached her hand down into the water. Finding her Lady's lady parts, Claire gently began massaging. She'd been doing this for Alissa for a number of years, so it wasn't long before the Noblewoman was writhing and moaning in delight. Alissa reached a hand out to grasp Claire, whispering her approvals.

Soon enough, Alissa let out a long moan of satisfaction as the slightly younger woman's skilled manipulations drove her to orgasm. Claire continued her gentle massage until her Lady's expression and sounds told her that Alissa was coming down from her cloud of euphoria. The servant retrieved the soapy cloth again, cleaned her fingertips of the goo, then cleaned Alissa of the gel as well.

"Thank you," Alissa whispered softly as the servant returned to the final tasks of the bath. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Claire laughed, responding, "I do! You'd do Lord Killian or one of his men."

They laughed loudly, Alissa shocked that Claire had said that and Claire at the blush that filled her Lady's face, likely because she'd been fantasizing that Killian or one of the others had had his hand down in the soapy water instead.

After Alissa was dried, dressed, perfumed, and everything else expected of a Lady before dinner with a gentleman, Alissa asked pointedly, "Would you spend the night with Lord Killian, Claire? For me? See if you learn anything?"

The servant looked to her immediately. But the look wasn't really one of shock. It wouldn't be the first time Claire had slept with a house guest on Alissa's request to glean some information she might not otherwise get. Claire hesitated a moment before saying respectfully, "Of course, m'lady."

"Thank you," Alissa said, moving to the girl and taking her into her arms for a hug. "You are a loyal servant … and a good friend."

When they separated again, Claire was again wearing her devilish smirk. She asked, "So … just Lord Killian. Or him and...?"

They laughed again at the suggestion and finished preparing Alissa for dinner. With Claire behind her and Portis before her, she made her way to the dining hall, where her guests were already assembled.

 

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(Yeah, hey, I did the same thing with "Trowbry", which I am now changing to Thomas.)

Killian had had his doubts about whether or not the forged message from the King would work. But the payment and promised made to the monarch's scribe seemed to be working.

"Rooms are being prepared for you and your men, Lord Killian" the Lady said after accepting the message as genuine. "A feast is in the works, and we will dine at two hours to sunset if that pleases you."

Killian ogled Alissa as she stood and departed. He glanced to his men with a well known smirk before they were escorted away. They were initially shown two rooms, one for Killian as the Noble to have to himself and one -- sort of a Troop Room, equipped with six small beds and other accoutrements -- for his two lackeys to share.

But before any of them considered getting comfortable after their long ride, all three gathered at the window of Killian's quarters to discuss what had happened and what came next. Killian had hoped that his room would look out upon his force's encampment and was disappointed to find it did not. He had to wonder whether or not that had been by design.

Killian told Thomas, "Take a casual stroll down the passage. Look around. If anyone asks, you're looking for food."

Once Blade had departed, the Nobleman told his right hand man, "Gwinn, you look like you could use some pussy."

"I could," the Lieutenant responded, knowing that was just his boss's way of giving him the same directions he'd given Thomas. "I'll go look around for something … someone, to eat."

Killian was alone for only minutes before he heard heavy footfalls nearing his room. He pulled the blade that he'd hidden up a sleeve -- he never surrendered all his weapons -- and waited. The door opened, and he smiled at the return of Thomas and Gwinn, escorted by six of Alissa's men.

"Respectfully, Lord Killian," the Captain, Portis, said with a firm tone, "M'lady would appreciate if you and your escorts would remain in your rooms until dinner."

Killian nodded to the man as he hid the blade behind his back. He acknowledged, "Respectfully understood, sir."

He looked to his men after Portis was gone. "See much?"

"I found the garderobe," Thomas reported, "in case you need to take a shit."

Gwinn laughed. "I saw a pussy. Or, at least, a walking, talking female that I assume has one."

They laughed together, talked very briefly about what they had learned in their too-short walks, then made themselves comfortable with the wine and food that had been put in their room even before their arrival. When the words ran short, they made their ways to a bathing room at the end of the hall. A cistern fed an iron pot over a big fire; the iron pot fed two tubs; and the men took turns cleaning days of road dust from themselves.

A soldier from the camp had been allowed to deliver a change of clothes for each man. Killian couldn't help but notice that the items had the distinct look of having been thoroughly searched before being turned over. In relatively cleaning clothes, they made their way back to their rooms and were then escorted to the dining hall.

As they entered the hall and he moved toward the chair the Bodyguard Captain indicated as being his, Killian stopped short at the sudden appearance of a beautiful, young blonde just feet before him. She was looking at him as well, and he smiled. He stepped closer, reached out for, and gladly accepted her hand.

"M'lady," he said with a tone filled with hunger. He leaned forward and kissed it, allowing his lips to linger on her cool skin. When he lifted his mouth from her, Killian said in a soft, seductive voice, "You are … a vision for the eyes, heart, and soul of a lonely soldier."

 

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From beyond a tapestry through which she could see the dining hall fairly clearly, Alissa watched as her guests arrived. There were female servers in the room, and Killian's two men took note of the women who'd been specifically assigned to this dinner because of their physical beauty.

In particularly, Alissa watched the interaction between Claire and Killian. Alissa had expected Killian to enter ahead of his men, as a sign of power and confidence that there was no danger to be had. Clair had been positioned such that she would most likely be the first of the half dozen beauties to be sighted by the nobleman.

Claire's lips spread in a wide smile at the compliment. She didn't hurry to take back her hand, allowing Killian to hold it far longer than was socially acceptable. She even gave his fingers a slight squeeze before releasing them and performing a small curtsey. She said in a volume meant only for Killian, "It is a shame that any soldier is lonely, m'lord. It should not be, and … I do not think m'lady would permit such a tragedy in her home."

She blushed a bit, having been even more forward than she'd intended. She backed a step, turned and led Killian to the far end of the table. She took the seat to his left; it was customary to put an offered consort there, as most men were right handed and that freed their left hand for making contact if desired under cover of the table's edge.

Portis had disappeared, leaving security to the pairs of Guards at each of the ends of the small hall. Those men stood behind pillars as to seem not there, to make the mood of the dinner less hostile. But everyone there would know that these armed men could act in a moment to protect their lady and dispatch any enemy, real or perceived.

"M'lady Alissa of Brennon," Portis announced from the doorway.

He expected all to rise per protocol of civilized, Noble society as he led Alissa into the room. They made their way past Killian, Claire, and four empty seats, and Alissa took a position before her own seat at the opposite end of the table, which Portis pulled out for her. She looked down the left side of the table at three empty chairs, then at Thomas and Gwinn. They were changed into different clothing she noticed, but they still looked as though they'd just come in from a days long ride.

Directly down the table was Killian. He looked far better than the others, as she would have expected of their noble master. Even out on maneuvers or conquest, the master of any troop always had something clean and extravagant to wear. With a slight turn of her head, Alissa indicated to Portis she was sitting. He maneuvered the chair to perfectly sweep the back of her dress under her buttocks and thighs as she sat.

"I trust your rooms are adequate," Alissa said. She didn't really care, of course. She would have preferred to put them in the sty with the pigs. But, she was a noble host, so, courtesy was the word of the day. She asked if they needed anything more, reassured them that they'd have it, and -- in a hurry to get away from the three -- gestured to the Matron to get on with the meal. She excused her rush with, "I'm sure you would all like to finish your meal and get back to your rooms. The road can be tiring."

The female servants from earlier were joined in bringing in and distributing the food by others, and soon the room was full of activity. Alissa studied the three men, watching them as they showed interest in the more attractive servers. And in her. They made conversation, but Alissa kept her end of it short and to the point.

That was until -- unable to contain herself any longer -- she asked point blank of Killian, "I have heard that the King is under arrest and being held in the dungeon of his own castle by your liege, Lord Robert … Captain of my grandfather's, your King's, own Guard."

The room fell into an instant and uncomfortable silence.

 

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Killian smiled with delight to Claire as she hinted that he would not spend this night alone. Throughout the dinner, when he wasn't discussing things with his hostess, he was glancing to the young beauty with hungry looks. She returned them as well, reassuring the ignoble man that he'd be putting his cock in a new and exciting place soon.

His men seemed to get a share of attention from the other young women circling about the table as well. Killian was no simpleton, of course; he knew that his hostess had instructed the less-than-virtuous maidens to make nice with their guests, likely in an attempt to glean some information from them later before, during, or following the naked games to come.

All was going well and peacefully until Alissa suddenly blurted out, "I have heard that the King is under arrest and being held in the dungeon of his own castle by your liege, Lord Robert … Captain of my grandfather's, your King's, own Guard."

Killian's immediately responded without hesitation, "Lord Robert is not my liege, m'lady. I serve Baron Stample, Lord Master of West Rock … when and if I am serving anyone at all."

His statement was meant to disassociate himself from Lord Robert and the situation currently unfolding in the Capital. But, of course, Killian had brought a message from the Capital, so, he knew he should provide some clarification -- as untrue as it might be -- that might satisfy Alissa.

"I was sent by Baron Stample to the Capital to deliver a message of my Lord's support for the King, m'lady," his lie began with the skill of the Devil convincing an Angel that he himself was God Almighty. "While there, I was witness to some of the distress taking place between the King, your grandfather, and his Captain of the Guard, Lord Robert. I assure you, m'lady … your Grandfather is alive and well and not under arrest, under guard, or -- regarding the dungeon about which you speak -- under ground."

He sipped from his wine, then continued, "I am loyal to the King. And as such, I volunteered to deliver his message to you, m'lady. I am not privy to the contents of said message, of course, other than to say that I was directed to safely escort you to the Capital when you were ready … and I felt it was safe."

He set his wine aside, then stood. Beyond Alissa, her Captain of the Guard tensed a bit. Killian nodded to the man to show acknowledgement that he needed to check any sudden movements, then continued, "Perhaps I should not have expressed my opinion earlier that I believed the King was going to abdicate and turn over control to you, his granddaughter and rightful heir in the minds of many. Perhaps I should mind my own business and return to my quarters.

Again, the room fell into an uncomfortable silence as Killian and the others awaited Alissa's response. If she did not object to his departure, he would bow to her respectfully and depart, ordering his men to do the same. If she did object and ask him to stay, Killian would do so, with his thanks and -- again -- his apologies and a toast to his hostess, her grandfather, and their rule.

 

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Alissa was conflicted concerning Killian. The Nobleman seemed so sincere and believable in what he was declaring. Yet she knew his reputation, and she was convinced he could not be trusted.

When he stood to depart, she didn't immediately react but soon raised a hand in a stop gesture. "There is no need to leave, Lord Killian."

Alissa could have said she believed him or, even further, said she trusted him. She didn't trust him, generally speaking. But she had no proof that his current claims were anything but legitimate.

She smiled and gestured him back to his seat, asking, "Please. Stay. Enjoy."

Kiliian returned to his seat, and after some obligatory politeness and a toast, dinner and polite conversation resumed. Alissa kept an even closer eye on Killian now, wondering if perhaps she'd been wrong about him all along. One conversation wasn't going to change her opinion, though.

Eventually, Alissa looked to Portis expectantly. The Captain moved to pull out her chair as she asked Killian to excuse her. "It has been a long day, and if I am to go to the Capital, I have preparations to make."

Claire stood to join Alissa, but the latter waved her servant back to her seat. "No, Claire. Please, keep our guests company a bit longer. It is still early. Good night, Lord Killian."

As the Lady of the house, Alissa didn't directly speak to the other two men, but she did meet their eyes when they looked her way. She turned, and a moment later she was gone. Alissa reiterated her security concerns to Portis before retiring.

Back in the dining room, Claire gave Killian a long, flirtatious look, then stood and gathered the female servants at one end of the table to fill or replace the wine flasks and platters of food. She whispered to them as she glanced to Killian and his men.

Returning to her seat, she sat closer to him, leaned in close, and suggested, "Perhaps we should finish some more wine. I believe my lady would want us all to be happy on an important night like this. "

As she was talking, four of the six servant girls came over to sit with our stand very near Killian's men while the other two stayed in the room to ensure food and wine continued to be available to all. The implication was obvious: they were available to the men for what ever needs and desires they may have.

 

[aSimpleMan4U]

"There is no need to leave, Lord Killian."

Lady Alissa had made her gesture and requested Killian to remain just in time. He'd been half a second away from turning, and he hadn't wanted to end the evening so quickly.

"Please. Stay. Enjoy."

Killian had indeed sat, then ate, drank, talked, and flirted with the Lady's chambermaid, attempting to keep the latter low key. After Alissa was departed, thought, it seemed as if low key had been unnecessary.

"No, Claire," the Lady of the Keep told her girl. Please, keep our guests company a bit longer. It is still early. Good night, Lord Killian."

Killian had risen for his farewell to Alissa. He'd also risen -- this time below his belt -- for Alissa's servant. Noble women didn't leave strange men alone with their female servants and those female servants with instructions to keep those strange men company unless permission had been given -- or orders given -- that that company include the shedding of clothing and the joining of body parts.

Claire began the fun with, "Perhaps we should finish some more wine. I believe my lady would want us all to be happy on an important night like this."

Killian grasped the decanter of wine, even though it appeared that the young woman was about to, and pour their flasks full to the top. Handing Claire hers and then grabbing his own, he leaned in close to her and said suggestively, "And happy is what I'm going to make you before this night is through."

It wasn't long before Alissa's girls were sitting in the laps of Killian's men, grasping their stiffened cocks through layers of clothing, or feeling male hands up groping their own young, firm breasts. After some time, Gwinn would get his hand up inside one girl's dress, shift, and underlayer, where he found her warm, wet hole and began exploring it with eager fingers; Thomas's mouth found hardened nipples of one girl who'd pulled her dress downward while, under the table, another mouth had found his own cock and was pleasuring it with long licks.

The elegant, noble, dignified state of the dining hall of the Keep of the County Brennon had very quickly devolved into looking, sounding, and feeling like little more than a back highway inn and brothel. Killian, who was a noble Lord even if many thought him more of a rogue, would have prevented this inappropriate behavior from taking place under normal circumstances. But, there were not normal circumstances. Alissa had left these girls behind for just such behavior. So, Killian found no reason for restraining his men.

Ironically, the Lord of these two men was taking it slow and easy with the servant who had been assigned to him by their hostess. They were still in their own chairs though so close to one another that Claire might as well have been in Killian's lap. The male guest's hands were all over the female servant's upper body as they kissed soft, slow, and erotically.

Killian peeked over to the other men occasionally, then back to Claire before smiling, laughing, kissing, or whatever came to them at the moment. Fun was being had by all, but Killian couldn't know how much of that fun was voluntary and how much of it was demanded of the Lady of the Keep.

He stood suddenly and held out his hand, asking with respect, "Will you come to my room with me, Claire … where we can get naked and make each other very happy indeed?"

Killian hesitated, and just as Claire was about to respond, he added, "And afterward, you can ask of me the questions your Lady has for me about why I am here … and if I am lying to her."

 

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Claire had moved her chair closer to Killian's after rising to retrieve a decanter, and it had only been a short moment before their mouths were pressed together. She was no maiden, of course, so her Lady's request that she get close to their guest had not been a strange or unexpected one.

She hadn't expected to enjoy the Lord's mouth as she did, though. He didn't kiss at her, as some of the men before her had. His hands didn't grasp at her womanly features as if desperate to secure the last available fruit from a late autumn tree before someone else got to it. He was gentle. And that surprised Claire.

The other men weren't quite to gentlemanly in their pawing at, kissing, groping, and exploring. But then, neither were the girls. Out of the corner of her eye, Claire saw one of the girls disappear under the table while another pulled at her dress and underclothes to make her womanhood more easily accessible.

Claire turned her head toward the table and presented her neck to Killian's soft, warm, wet lips as she pulled him into the crook of her neck. She watched the happenings across the table, winking to one of the hard working girls to ensure her that all was well.

The man named Thomas rolled his head back as his eyes clothes and his mouth fell open. Claire knew what the servant girl was doing to his cock which she'd obviously pulled out.

And the man named Gwinn was intensely kissing at one, then another, then another girl's mouths as the third's chest was beginning to surge in and out at the pleasures he was obviously causing between her parted thighs as she sat in his lap.

Amongst all of this, Killian stood and asked Claire to join him in his bed chamber, adding, "And afterward, you can ask of me the questions your Lady has for me about why I am here … and if I am lying to her."

It was a short walk and a quick climb to Killian's room, and no sooner had she swung the heavy oak door behind her then they were pawing and kissing and groping and stripping away clothing. As she stripped him toward nakedness, Claire was surprised to find the Lord far more fit and lean and muscular than she would have expected. She's been with her share of wine, cheese, and fat lovers in the past, Nobles and well to do Merchants who wouldn't have been able to pick up a heavy steel sword, let alone swing one.

Claire knew very little about the history of the man she was preparing to mount and please. She could just imagine that he'd trained since youth to be a great swordsman. Didn't all such men have such bodies? Then again, maybe he'd simply grown up poor and repressed without the necessary food to put on the comfort weight that many more well-to-do types carried under their elegant clothing.

When the last stitch of clothing finally left their bodies, Claire giggled as she leaped upon Killian's bed. She didn't hide her appreciation of what he was packing down below, staring directly at his now hardened cock with a wide smile. She said with a soft but suggestive tone, "Even naked, m'lord, you are still a true swordsman."

As he came to her, Claire pulled Killian tight to her young, firm body, wrapping her legs and arms both around him as she assaulted his mouth, face, and neck with kisses. She bit his ear, then whispered into it, "M'lady fears that you are here to take her into custody. That you will arrest her … bind her … cart her off to a cell in the Capital where she will be quietly and secretly executed so that your man Lord Robert can ultimately anoint himself King of the Land."

She pulled her head back to look for and listen to his answer … knowing that her mistress, Lady Claire, would be standing just beyond the wall at the head of the bed, peeping through a well concealed hole while also listening for the intruder's response.

 

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Things moved quickly once Killian and Claire reached the quarters Alissa had assigned him. It took virtually no time at all for the pair of them to be naked and heading for the big bed.

Claire was simply incredible; firm where firm was good, soft where soft was good, and woman where ... well, fucking woman all over. His cock stuck straight out before him as he joined her on the mattress.

"Even naked, m'lord, you are still a true swordsman."

"I don't know," he said as he slipped between her thighs and pressed the underside of his shaft against her already wet lips and sawed it up and down between them. "I always thought of it as more of a spear."

They were very quickly all over each other, with Killian reaching a hand down between Claire's thighs to sink a pair of fingers down inside her. He knew he wasn't her first, likely not even her fifth or fifteenth or fiftieth, and yet he was surprised to find her hole tight and resistive.

"M'lady fears that you are here to take her into custody," Claire suddenly told him.

Killian ceased his invasion of the chambermaid, taking a moment to look into her eyes as she continued, "That you will arrest her … bind her … cart her off to a cell in the Capital where she will be quietly and secretly executed so that your man Lord Robert can ultimately anoint himself King of the Land."

He pressed both hands to the mattress on either side of Claire, shifted his lower body so as to find her hole with his cock, and pressed forward. Killian studied her reaction as his bulbous head entered her, and again as he pushed half his length inside her. He hesitated a moment to give Claire's vaginal muscles a change to relax and stretch to take more of him.

"And what if that were true?" he asked just before shoving a significant amount of his length farther inside of her. Killian gave Claire another moment, then buried his entire shaft deep inside her. He pressed his mouth to hers in a passionate kiss as he began thrusting deeply, quickly, and forcefully into her. He asked between pounding her pussy, "What if … that were true … would you care … really? Your lady leaves this place … never comes back … someone becomes … the new Lady of Brennon."

By now, Killian was pounding the young woman's pussy hard and quick with an eye on filling her with his seed as quickly as possible. He continued his suggestive and vaguely disloyal inquiry, "If someone such as yourself … were to become … the new Lady of Brennon … all it would take … is recognition from a Lord of higher rank … a Lord … such as myself … a Lord for whom you would do things … a Lord who … would do things … for you."

Killian rammed his cock deep inside Claire one last time and gave a great grunt of satisfaction as his balls began spewing forth their contents. His entire being was overwhelmed with the joy and pleasure this young thing had caused him, and after a long moment of simply enjoying the euphoria, after his cock had ceased its jerks within her, he lowered his body upon Claire, grasped her around the waist with one hand and arm, and pulled her atop him such as to never feel her womanhood abandon its place around him.

As they lay there, he kissed her and finished, "I could make this happen … if you wanted it. I could make you Lady Claire of Brennon County."

He grasped her hips and drove his still hard cock deep inside her again before promising, "I could make you noble … powerful … rich … and all you would have to do … is every thing I ask of you."

 

[CutiePie1997]

Claire had been with men before Killian, of course, though not as many as he likely believed. She'd lost her virginity to a soldier who'd been about to leave for war, a man she'd known all her life, a man with whom she believed she would live with forever as man and wife. But he'd come back from the front lines with a wife and a newborn.

The two years that she'd waited for him in chaste had been both a waste of time and a starting point for a new life. She'd been a lowly servant to Lady Alissa, working in the galley, emptying chamber pots, and other menial tasks. But when her Lady needed one of her male guests to be serviced in only the way a beautiful, young woman can, Claire had stepped up. She'd cried through most of it, but that had only increased the man's delight.

Claire's commitment had quickly elevated her status with her Lady. Alissa took her as a personal servant, then as her Chambermaid, then as a confidant. And, as had happened earlier, she had come to fulfill Alissa's sexual needs, too. The actions were not reciprocated, though. Claire didn't feel it appropriate for the Lady of Brennon to be serving the needs of her Chambermaid and hadn't asked Alissa to do so. Alissa must have felt the same way as she'd never asked or offered and the pair of them never discussed going that direction.

It was what it was.

But Claire had continued to service guests when Alissa asked. She'd been with six men thus far, and had even serviced a female relative of Alissa's a few months previously. She'd never been with someone of her own choosing, though. She doubted that she ever would, so long as she was in the service of her Lady. Her service -- even when naked -- was to her Lady.

Claire wasn't driven by sex as so many around her seemed to be. And what she got from the guests seemed to fulfill her enough to keep her content with life.

Regarding Claire's insinuation that he was here to arrest Alissa, Killian asked, "And what if that were true?"

As he began fucking her, slow and deep and then faster and more forcefully, Killian had no qualms about suggesting that if Alissa were taken away, Claire herself might be given title to the County.

After he'd groaned out his orgasm, filled her with his seed, and rolled to his back, bringing her with him, Killian continued, "I could make this happen … if you wanted it. I could make you Lady Claire of Brennon County."

Claire smiled at him, pressing her lips hard to his. She loved the idea of being a Lady in the Noble sense of the word. Lord knows she wasn't one in the virtuous meaning of it. But to become the Lady of Brennon she had to betray Alissa. And Claire just didn't see herself doing such a treacherous thing to a woman who had been so good to her.

Killian grasped Claire's lower body, found her hole once more, and began fucking her again. He promised, "I could make you noble … powerful … rich … and all you would have to do … is every thing I ask of you."

She looked him directly in the eyes for a long moment as they fucked, then pulled herself off of him. When Killian gave her a questioning and somewhat disappointed glare, she grasped his cock's base in one hand, began rolling his balls gently in the other, and took his erection through her lips and into her throat.

Claire watched and listened to his reaction, then at one point when his head fell back and he was not looking at her, she lifted her mouth from him and stated firmly, "I will do everything you aske of me, m'lord … and more."

Then she looked to the wall beyond the headboard to the place where she knew her Lady would be peeking through, smiled, and winked. Then, she went back to work on Killian's cock until finally it leaped and began filling her mouth with cum.

She would lay with him and sleep or fuck him further or whatever he asked of her before finally falling asleep in his arms. It was an uncomfortable situation, laying with a stranger -- particularly one about to arrest her Lady -- so Claire would awake in the night several times. When she felt he was soundly asleep, she would slip away and off to Alissa's bed chamber to report and speak about Killian's offer,

Claire made it clear that she had no intention of betraying her Lady, and Alissa made it clear that she had no concerns that the Chambermaid would. After finishing the discussion, Claire returned to Killian's bed to finish the night's sleep and, likely, end up fucking again in the morning.