Her Majesty's Blade (closed)

[UncleJunior]

Severin smiled and slowly, carefully drew his boot knife. It wasn't particularly menacing or vicious-looking. Functionally, it was or cutting flesh from bone, a cookware tool. However, the slight curve was delicate as any found on a cavalry sword and the blade's sharpness could be seen from across the room. The slight blue hue along the blade looked like an enchantment until he turned it and it caught the light.

The knife happened to fit neatly into his boot sheath, not balanced or weighted for combat but striking in it's quality and the intricate engravings along the handle. He dropped it on the table with a heavy "thunk". It didn't bounce or clatter but lay heavily on the table, gleaming in the soft candlelight. A single opal decorated the cap of the knife's handle.

"That's a bread knife. They like to show off their metalwork at formal dinners. Now, we do too. Importing their metalwork and jewelry has been fairly profitable."

She didn't react to his implied wealth and Severin relaxed into the overstuffed cushions in his chair. The feeling of her eyes on him felt more comfortable, more intimate. As she removed her armor, he took in her body. The hard leather cuirass protecting her vitals revealed a simple cotton blouse clinging to her, pale skin peeking through the damp sweat.

"Exquisite," he said breathily.

 

[siobhancan99]

She unbuttoned a button on her blouse and fanned her shirt a moment as if clearing out the trapped heat from wearing armor. She left it like that, sipping at her ale, then leaned forward as if the whole thing weren't deliberate. She was not busty by any stretch of the imgination, but her small chest was well formed, with firm high breasts. she took a look at the knife, as if that was what he was referring to when he said "exquisite." She nodded "so it is" she picked it up and thumbed it to check the edge, brushing obviously side to side and not along it "keen indeed. A serviceable weapon. Though I find that some men don't have the skill to wield their weapon effectively. No matter whether it's a pocket knife or a zweihander." she grinned at him and the double entendre. Setting the knife down she batted her eyes, faux coquettishly, clearly exaggerated in a joking but also not joking flirtation. "Have you been complimented on your knife skills milord, by many women? or men? or men and women?" She kept leaning forward, letting him have a look at what could be seen of her chest, waiting on his answer.

 

[UncleJunior]

The blouse truly did not do her justice. It was loose and ill-fitting and when she leaned forward, it opened at the throat wide enough for him to see her navel. If sweat weren't sticking the fabric to her skin, he would have been able to see the color of her nipples. He could see them as points sticking through her shirt and could not take his eyes off of them. The candlelight gave no clue and he desperately wanted to know what color they were.

"Tamsin," he whispered softly, enjoying the taste of her name on his tongue.

"I have been complimented by a lady on occasion. None of the men who have seen my blade work have complimented me on it."

This was not entirely true. Challenged by one of his captains for leadership over one of his ships after sailing through a violent storm, he had occasion to display his sword skills. The captain clearly expected a rich, spoiled brat who would back down easily or allow himself to be baited into a battle he could not win. The look of shock on the old seaman's face as he sank to his knees, his chest sliding off of Severin's blade, was as close to a compliment on his swordplay he'd ever received.

"This has aroused my curiosity however. You are very young for a commander. I imagine you can handle a blade quite well."

He then shifted in his seat to a more comfortable position as his "curiosity" pressed achingly against the leg of his trousers.

 

[siobhancan99]

When her name didn't trigger any recognition she smiled. That was good, as it would queer the whole plot if she was known as the queen's lover and killer of choice. She set the blade down and arched, fanning her shirt a bit as if to dispell the heat of the room, then let it settle to outline her pert breasts. She thought of him taking her, rough, hungry, let the thought linger enough to arouse the flesh, to stiffen her nipples and further entice him through the cotton of her top. as she was somewhat olive complected, they were dark and the shirt wasn't quite thin enough to see them clearly, but when she leaned forward he might get a glimpse. Her shaggy short hair flopped as she moved forward "I'll tell you, there's none alive who've complained about my bladework" she winked "But command isn't about who can shank a man the best. It's about... all the boring parts of being a soldier. It's about filling out paperwork and knowing the rules. It's about knowing which of the men on your watch can be trusted to watch a young woman and which cannot. It's not about killing at all really."

 

[UncleJunior]

Severin leaned forward to meet the slender young soldier. Her skin seemed to glow in the soft candlelight and her eyes sparkled mischievously. There was a thin sheen over her lips that made him wonder what they tasted like. He hadn't seen her lick her lips. How did she get them to do that?

"I agree," he said. Stretched to the mid point of the table, her cotton shirt dangling open and her leather trousers hugging every curve, there was no further need to convince or seduce. He wondered which of them had been captured then immediately decided not to care. His cock ached against his trousers. his tongue watered for the taste of each nipple, each plump and shimmering lip.

He thought of her navel, of the soft and tender space below and the warmer and wetter spaces below that. Reaching out, he took her chin in his hand and tilted his neck for the kiss. If she returned his kiss, he would help her out of the rest of her armor and with luck, they would make it to the bed.

If not, the table was sturdy and the furs in front of the fireplace were soft.

 

[siobhancan99]

She let him lead her to the bed, then gently pushed him back onto it "Balmoran food is a little heavy for me to engage in any kind of vigorous pursuit after." She offered by way of apology "But I might be interested in a little taste." She didn't want to fuck him, not right away. She had to make him want it more, if he got what he needed right away he'd be bored. But she did have to give him a little taste. She climbed atop him, reaching down between his legs to squeeze his cock through his breeches. She kissed his neck, pulling hard with her lips, then whispered huskily in his ear "Unless you don't like having your cock sucked." She ran her hand along the length of him, teasing him through the material of his pants, running her fingers along his shaft "In which case." she bit his neck softly then growled before letting go "you can recite some balmoran poetry and we can play chess to aid the digestion" She felt him, the swell of him, the girth, the need. She assumed like most men he wouldn't mind a warm wet mouth, soft and wrapped just right around him.

 

[UncleJunior]

The feel of her hand on his cock, gripping him through the silk and velvet embroidery of his trousers, brought him back to her shimmering eyes and the sheen of moisture on her lips. He thickened under her grip and her fingers slid greedily along the length of him. Her hair swayed impisly at her temples and along the gentle curve of her neck.

"I'm afraid you've made it quite difficult to focus on wordplay Tamsin," Severin gulped.

The laces of his breeches were digging into the head of his cock as it struggled past his waistband like it needed air. He sighed audibly as a tug from Tamsin pulled it straight and freed his swollen head from his breeches. Pearls of his precum rolled over the head of his cock to stain and moisten the velvet trousers he was wearing, causing them to cling to Tamsin's slick fingers as her hand continued moving torturously up and down his hardening cock.

He kissed her ear, took a deep breath of her smell, then kissed her again on the neck as she growled in his ear.

"I would never argue with you captain."

 

[siobhancan99]

Laughing she undid his breeches and tugged them down and off. She ran her hands along his skin "soft. Like a baby" she winked at him, teasing. "You rich boys and your milk baths." She bit softly at his inner thigh, then dragged her fingers along his hips. She had no nails to speak of, not only because of her normal sexual proclivities, but also they were a hamper in gloves or fighting. She gripped him firmly, then dragged her tongue along his skin, tasting his sweat, inhaling his scent deeply. She kissed her way up, then gripped his cock, brushing it against his cheek "I'm sure you normally have someone to do this for you" she grinned at him "some beautiful girl. Or maybe a pretty boy? Does milord dip his wick equally?" She grins and drags her tongue along his shaft "no judgment. I confess to having a weakness for both myself." she blew across the spit slicked skin, then dipped her head and sucked softly on his balls, one then the other. her deft tongue swirled around and around, teasing the sensitive scrotum, feeling it retract and then relax. Grinning, she blew across that as well. Her hand worked his shaft loosely, just enough to keep it hard, keep him interested. Her brown eyes looked up into his silver ones, holding his gaze "Does milord have a regular wench to do this?" she brushes his cock against her lips, taking just the head into her mouth. She purses her lips, tugging at the fat head. She knows instinctively it will feel amazing inside her, and she regrets that she has to play this game, to hook him and keep him interested when what she wants is a hard violent fuck to take the memory of the bitch queen who sent her here to fuck someone else right out of her head.

She flicks her tongue along the slit of his cock, then engulfs him in her warm mouth, sliding slowly up and down, watching him, taking him a little deeper with each pass. her hand cradles his balls, her fingers gently teasing and toying, supporting him as she sucks. "Perhaps tomorrow you can show me what you do with this when your partner isn't full of Balmoran food. If milord rides" every time she says 'milord' there's a hint of mocking, teasing, but not in a mean way "I can take you up to some ruins for a picnic. There's a good wall to rail a girl against. I should know, ive railed plenty" She then takes him in again, nice and deep, practically to her throat.

 

[UncleJunior]

Severin took a deep breath and held it. Tamsin's hands were warm and her breath was hot. He would have liked to have seen her in a milk bath, tawny skin framed against gently lapping perfumed cream. He could imagine her peach-shaped ass disappearing and reappearing beneath the surface.

Her fingers danced along the tightening skin of his cock, pricking him with heat and silken caresses. Her breath smelled faintly of fruit but burned like fire when she whispered and blew her breath against his skin. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he suppressed a groan.

There had been boys. Not many but the few there had been were very pretty. It could get very cold in the middle of the ocean with only stars to guide you. He'd partaken in what warmth there was to be found from time to time. But no pretty oaf could do to his cock what Tamsin was doing. It was growing with painful speed.

Tamsin's hands soothed the ache in Severin's stiffening member while stoking the fire with her gentle teasing. He realized his eyes were closed when he opened them and saw Tamsin's lips at the head of his cock. He took another deep breath and held it, groaning deep in his chest as her mouth engulfed him. She burned like a furnace while pulling his cock with her mouth in a way that told him she could do it all night.

Unhurried and disciplined, like the woman herself, Tamsin's mouth slid over Severin's cock like it belonged to her. He could feel the rumble in her breath against his cock and this time, he let out the groan loud enough for her to hear. He tried to think of something clever to say, but couldn't. He gritted his teeth while trying to hide it instead.

 

[siobhancan99]

Taking him deep, she let him push into her throat, for just a moment, before sliding back up. She remained measured. Her brown eyes held his silver ones, and she no longer taunted him, or said anything at all. Instead her focus was on his cock. Long but not too long, thick but not too thick. It wouldn't be too hard to let him fuck her on their next encounter. Her lips slid back up to purse against the head of his cock and her tongue rolled around it, her hand slowly pumping. She took him in again, pulling her cheeks in, sealing them around his thick shaft even as she struggled to keep her teeth off it. She bobbed slowly at first, then a little faster, wanting to start him down the road to actually getting off. Teasing was fun, but most men wanted that teasing to lead to completion. It was a sentiment she could get behind. She sealled her lips around his shaft, then looked down, starting to fuck him with her mouth in earnest.

 

[UncleJunior]

Severin stared into Tamsin's deep eyes as her lips caressed his cock. Her fingernails formed little white crescents that slid up and down while she gripped him. He watched each dainty nail move up and down his shaft, then fan out over the thicket of hair at it's base.

Her mouth was warm, wet and constantly in motion. Her tongue explored every vein and slipped through every groove. Her hands pulled a heat from deep inside him that began to make his balls burn and the tip of his cock quiver.

He groaned when she sped up, running his fingers through her hair and placing loose strands behind her ear. He struggled to hold her gaze. He couldn't stop blinking. He could feel a pressure behind the heat she kept stoking and he set his teeth to hold his cum back until the last moment.

Her mouth was so soft.

 

[siobhancan99]

Pushing down she took all of him for a moment, swallowing around him, feeling him in her throat. She pulled back up, tugging at his head with her lips. Her brown eyes locked to his, the shining silver of them. Her hand moved along his spit soaked shaft, pumping it into her mouth in earnest now. She wanted to get him off, to let him feel the promise of what was to come if he just lingered, if he took his time getting to the queen. At least that's what she told herself. Her free hand cupped his balls, teasing them with her fingertips, drawing across the sensitive scrotum. She moaned and started to fuck him with her mouth in earnest, bobbing fast now, driving down and dragging up, over and over again, taking him into her mouth like she would her sex, wrapping her cheeks tight against his shaft to mimic the walls of her cunt.