The Feast(Closed)

[kinkyyoungster]

With the upcoming Feast fast approaching, the City of Medina is heavily populated with many coming in from around the world to celebrate in the annual festivities. Amongst the many walking the streets is a young man with short light colored hair, clad in light well fitted armor tinted in a dark red color with black clothing underneath for more comfort with a long sword sheathed on his left hip. Coming out behind and draping from the left of his upper back to about mid leg is a piece of silk cloth also in red, baring the family symbol for whom he serves and protects.

With a smile bright on his face the young guard walks steadily down the street excited for the upcoming events as it wasn’t just the Feast nearing but it was also a certain special someone’s name day today. “Sir Decklin!” two guards standing post greet the young man with sturdy salute’s as he approaches the family’s manor. Saluting them back with a gentle nod of his head Decklin walks to the front door and enters.

 

[milkmaiden38]

It was mid-morning and the weather was prefect. The sky was a clear deep blue and the sun was warming the stone of the protecting curtain wall and wooden houses of the city of Medina. There was not a hint of a cloud on this fresh spring morning.

The City was a blaze of color, sounds and smells. For soon was the spring festival, the biggest event of the year for Medina. Spring flowers were out in front of each house whether it was the manor of a rich merchant, or the hovel of a peasant. Colorful flags and banners hung from the walls and posts of every merchant and craft guild and shop. The city folks and visitors were all dressed in their finery which included head ware for both men and women.

The sounds of merriment and food preparation were everywhere. The harp of the minstrels, the songs of the troubadours could be heard entertaining the various crowds. Even the baron’s fools mixed into the crowd and produced excited laughter and boisterous mirth. In the back ground the sound of trumpets signal the start of another preliminary fighting competition.

A lone figure could be seen walking on long the roof of one of the city’s manor homes. Her name was Isola. She could see, hear, and smell that was a busy morning for the city. She had always loved the festival, one of the best in the entire kingdom. The festival had numerous contests such as darts, sword battles, horse riding, best brewed beer, most beer consumed, riddle contests and others. However, the event she was interested in was the beauty pageant. Where women compete to see who was the most beautiful. Isola had entered last year and had just missed being a finalist. This year she wanted to win. She was the daughter of a wealthy noble family. Winning the contest was a way to gain respect from her mother and father! Something she wanted to do… badly.

She pushed back her long silky blonde hair. Placing it back under her flower crown made of white daisies. Her face was strikingly beautiful and oh so sexy. Her elegantly arched neck led down to a voluptuous and ravishing figure, soft and sexy. Her more than ample breasts were held captive by a green corset vest, exquisitely crafted with small flower designs. She wore skin tight black leather shorts/leggings. Her long tone and smooth legs were bare and ended in a pair of brown, ankle high boots. She carried a pole with a knife on one end. She was an amazing beauty, but there was a rebel spirit about her that seemed at odds to her beauty.

She jumped across to another roof top, seeming to defy gravity with the length of her jump. She giggled to herself as she looked at the people below. No had seen her, and there was a lots of people below her. Each year the amount of people that came to the festival seemed to grow. Had someone seen her, they might have thought she had used magic to make such a long jump. She had!

She moved deeper into the city while staying on the roof tops. She was headed to register for the beauty contest.

 

[kinkyyoungster]

Upon entering the manor Decklin was greeted by a maid dressed in a red and white dress, nothing too fancy for she was just a housemaid but nice enough to be easy on the eyes. It was always a thing for this family to be up to appearance, even so with their staff members. “Sir Decklin, how are you today?” the little maid asks as she gives him a respectful bow. Giving her the same respect even though he didn’t have to he bowed to her as well. “I’m doing quite fine, is Isola around?” he asks while scanning the hallway and room ahead of him. “Last I had seen of her she was in her room, would you like me to summon her for you?” the maid politely offers. “No no, there’s no need for you to trouble yourself with that.” Decklin replies as he walks off on ahead to the nearby stairway. “Sir Decklin I don’t think it wise to enter mi ladies room without her knowing!” the maid yells up as Decklin makes his way atop the stairs.

Familiar with the layout of the manor Decklin quietly makes his way down the hall to the left of the stairway passing two doors and stopping at the third all the way at the end. Quietly opening the door the young man peeks inside the room, seeing no one in there he quietly lets himself in and closes the door. Looking in the room he sees that it is as neat as it usually is. With a makeup table to the left with a mirror and all various different makeup supplies neatly assorted on top of the table, a closet space not too far from the table and a dresser to the right of that. Looking to the other side Decklin sees that the bed was neatly made but to that was no surprise to him, what was a surprise to him was that the glass doorway to the balcony was wide open. This he found unusual as he knew by strict order of her parents that this door was to never be left opened unattended. Taking a step outside to the balcony Decklin was greeted by a warm spring breeze. “It seems she had left for the beauty pageant already.” the maid from before says to Decklin from the doorway.

Hearing that bit of news Decklin looks to the roof of the manor knowing that more than likely Isola took to the roof’s as that was her favorite way of getting around the city. With a smirk and a quick bow to the maid, Decklin takes his leave and heads to the beauty pageant.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Isola had gone as far as she could along the roof tops. It was time for her to return to the ground. She grabbed a vine trellis and climbed off the roof, quickly returning to the ground. She turned around to face all the people. She was again amazed at the amount of people that came to the festival. There were so many of them and so diverse! There were dwarfs, elves, gnomes, halflings, she even caught a glimpse of lizardman. As she moved towards the town’s square to register for the beauty contest she overheard two town’s folks talking.

“Twas a minotaur!” A portly man said “A huge beast he was, walked in here just as proud as you please, down the middle of the street causing all kind of ruckus!!” He nodded sagely as the other man just shook his head in total disbelief.

“A minotaur!” Isola gasped. “WOW, they never leave their country! I must remember to tell Decklin about this, he’d be so impressed!!” Isola said to herself.

She worked her way closer to the square, as rounded a corner a few blocks later, she saw the oddity, the minotaur. Right there before her, was a real life minotaur!! He was dressed in golden armor with two short swords hanging from his belt and a great battle axe slung over his back. The golden plate armor covering his powerful chest and sparkled in the sun. He must have been about 7 feet tall, and even covered in his armor, Isola could tell he was massively built with rippling muscles. His bull’s face had a look of pure determination. His face was saying “Don’t mess with me and I’ll tear you apart!” His eyes were fiery, and his large white horns added to his imposing appearance. There was also a large golden nose ring through his bull nose. But maybe the oddest thing was he stood in the line to register for the riddle contest not the fighting contest line.

No one stood near him out of complete fear. Where he stood blocked the table to register for the beauty contest. Isola needed to get by him, to get to the beauty contest registration table. Isola was from a noble family and she needed to show courage in the face of this challenge. It was expected of her from the common folks. So Isola took a deep breath and approached the massive beast.

“Good day, Sir Minotaur, Welcome to Medina” Isola said with a brave smile on her face.

The Minotaur looked down at the small human female from his 7 foot tall height. He was not sure what to think. He admired her for her bravery as no one else would talk to him. But females in the minotaur society were not permitted to talk to a bull. (Unless that bull was married to them … and then it was more like nagging than talking!). But she was female and Zarik (the minotaur’s name) had always had a soft spot for females no matter what species.

“Hail, Cow” Zarik said not exactly sure how to address this human female. “My name is Zarik, I do not rate the title of “sir”, I’m simply called Zarik” He stated firmly, correcting her.

Isola glanced around and knew there was a group of people watching her to see if the minotaur was going to smash her into pieces and eat her. But Isola had always gotten a thrill out of danger, so she continued talking to the beast.

“Well met Zarik, My name is Lady Isola, but please just call me Isola.” She said with a warm and friendly smile. “The festival is as busy as I have ever seen it. I think only when the baron’s daughter, Mariette, married the duke of Kindell, have I seen a vaster scale of festival and feasting. I see that you stand in the riddle contest line… I would have thought” Isola said looking over Zarik weapons and massive body “that you would be in the fighting contest line”

“This is my first visit to Medina, I was sent by our king to demonstrate that Minotaurs are superior in every way to include answering riddles. Winning a fighting contest would be of no effort on my part” Zarik answered with the pride and arrogance of his race. It was part of the reason most races did not get along with minotaurs.

“Well, I wish you the best of luck in the riddle contest. If I may get past you, I need to sign up for the beauty contest.” Isola said and then added as an afterthought “If I may be of any help during your visit here… please don’t hesitate to ask me” Zarik eye brows raised at this comment and he stepped aside to allow Isola to pass.

 

[kinkyyoungster]

As Decklin got closer to the square of town he noticed that the crowd had grown more dense making it a little hard to maneuver through the wide variety of races that have come to town. Not a fan of enclosed spaces Decklin makes a beeline through the crowd and to a nearby alleyway. Being free of the hustle and bustle the young man takes one last look to the crowd amazed at how many have come this year before moving onward. Traveling through the backways Decklin is not at all surprised that there was more room to move as the town made it a point to not position merchants down these ways especially during such big events like these, leaving the alleyways open for easy travel from one part of the town to the next.

The bright sunlight hits the young warriors face once more as he exits the alleyway and out to the main street. Just as busy as the last but Decklin could easily see that this was the area to be to sign up for events as there were a wide variety of men and women in battle armor with swords, shields, staves, bows, axes and other battle weapons. There were also the ladies who looked to be dressed for the beauty contest, walking down the streets. Some wearing conservative clothing and some others wearing a little more risque outfits. Decklin admired each and every outfit he saw but none of them compared to what Isola could come up with. The way she made her outfits were so elegant and unique. Always putting careful thought into her designs, matching patterns and colors perfectly. If it wasn’t for last years winner more than likely persuading the judge to win, Isola would have easily won.

The thoughts of her last years dress kept Decklin in a good mood as he approached the building where the contest was being held, with a smile on his face the young warrior entered the building doing his best to keep his excitement contained.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Since the encounter with the beautiful Isola had not ended in her being crushed and eaten, the gap around Zarik had grown smaller. He made it to the table to sign in. Unfortunately, the poor young apprentice craftsman manning the desk looked up at the huge monstrous figure and right into those fearsome eyes and completely froze. The massive minotaur filled the young man with gut-emptying fear, paralyzing him in his tracks. The poor man just sat there as Zarik asked him how to sign up for the riddle contest and when was his first match. The man just sat there and stammered. Zarik asked again… that just made the man’s stuttering worse.

“HUMAN … what piece of paper do I sign for the riddle contest?” Zarik asked getting louder and more irritated. The gap around Zarik widened again, as people got scared.

Isola had completed her form for the beauty contest and walked over without a trace of fear.

“Zarik, let me help” she said… she looked over the parchments… “here is the sign in sheet and your first riddle match is at The Thirsty Wench pub off the main market square.” She said, pointing in the general direction.

“Would you like me to escort you?” She asked him with a smile.

“Thank you, cow Isola, but I do not need an escort” Zarik said rather firmly.

“Ok, good day and again, I wish you the best of luck in the riddle contest” Isola said with a proud smile as she glanced at all the previously scared and now a bit shocked people in line.

The Minotaur finished signing in and turn away from the desk walking towards the pub. The young man at the riddle sign in table did manage to say “Thank you” but it was well after the minotaur could no longer hear him.

Isola made it past the great tables that were being set up, by attendants, for the noon day feast. Basins and napkins were arranged so that the guests could wash before the meal. The tables were adorned with candlesticks of artistic designs and white table cloth, a sign of the city’s wealth. Large platters made of pewter and wood were being carried by other attendants with curious smelling dishes. Broths, soups, potages, roasted meat, herrings, sturgeon, pies, beef, mutton, and pork could be seen and were everywhere in abundance. Even geese, ducks, garnished some of the feasting tables. The smells of all these highly seasoned food mixed together to tickle the nose and delight the senses.

“I’m getting hungry already!!” Isola said to herself as she entered the building where some of the contest were to be held. Her eyes fell on Sir Deckin. Her heart started to race as she skipped over to him. She decided to call him by his formal name.

"Sir Deckin, it is good to see you!" Isola said, acting all formal to him. Then she broke down and gave him a huge hug. "I missed you" She missed in his ear.

 

[kinkyyoungster]

Stefan returns her hug with politeness lightly placing his hands on the middle of her back, not hugging too tight but not too lightly. As innocent as he made the hug what had happened elsewhere to his body when she had whispered into his ear was not under his control. “You missed me? Why we had just spent the previous day together.” he replies with a slight chuckle. “Twelve hours seems like twelve years!.” she says releasing him from the hug. Stefan gives Isola a good look over as he holds her at arms length. Admiring the sexy yet innocent looking outfit the young man couldn’t help but gulp down some saliva forming in his mouth. “Do you approve sir Decklin?” Isola asks in that sexy yet innocent tone.

“Um, I do, I mean I think it should win you this year’s beauty pageant.” Stefan replies trying his best to not blush anymore then he probably already has. Isola gives a slight chuckle before remembering what she wanted to tell him. “Sir Decklin you will never believe what I witnessed just a few moments before you arrived!” she says with such joy as she clasps her hands together. “Oh and what was that?” Stefan replies. “A minotaur! Signing up for the riddles contest no less!” Stefan takes this most shocking news to heart as minotaurs are really rare amongst these parts, only rumors that they live in a well hidden forest probably by magic; known as the Labyrinthian Forest. “That is indeed a most shocking thing to hear.” he answers as he gently places his hand on the top of Isola’s head like a parent would to their child to try and calm their excitement.

“It was such a remarkable thing to see!” as she swipes his hand away from her head. “He is also a very kind creature, not like what the rumors say.” “You interacted with the beast!?” Stefan says in total surprise and worry. “Of course I did! How could I not!?” Isola targets back defensively. Stefan laughs to here reaction “No of course, you were always the curious type, never afraid to get your hands dirty for a little bit of knowledge.” “Exactly!” she replies back.

“So what have you been up to since we parted yesterday Sir Decklin?” Isola asks kindly to the young man. “Oh you know, some training, went out to scavenge some food as part of my training. I went to the manor today, noticed you weren’t there and so I figured you could have only been going to one place.” Stefan answers as a matter of fact.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Just outside of Medina

Lurking in the forests near the outer wall of the city of Medina was a dozen thieves and cutthroats. The group had shown uncommon discipline in moving so quietly and so close to the city’s outer wall without being detected. The light wind blew into their faces and they had worn green cloaks to blend in with the forest.

The sadistic and evil leader was a man called Lex Marslug. His presence explained the discipline of the group, for if any one failed to follow his instructions, their death would be most slow and horrible. Lex Marslug told his fellow thugs “Soon we’ll have killed all the Windstone nobles! Except Isola… we’ll be raping her!!” There was laughter all around as they were very confident their mission would be a success.

An elderly woman heard the laughter and looked to the forest.

“Who goes there?” She asked. Getting no answer she walked into the forest to see who had made the noise. As she got closed to the edge of some large bushes, the thieves grabbed her. One of them quickly placed a hand over her mouth so she could not give warning.

Lex Marslug walked up to the woman “You were spying on us. I cannot let you report what you have seen” he said with a wicked grin on his face. Then he pressed his thumbs into her eyes until they POPPED, and drove his thumbs in all the way to her brain killing her. Her body slumped over, dead as Lex cleaned off his hands.

“We attack at the conclusion of the beauty contest!!” He told his fellow thieves.

Isola and Stefan

“Sir Decklin, Have you signed up for the fighting contest?” Isola asked Stefan, still being formal.

“Yes’ He answered with a smile.

“What contest this year? Swords? Bows? Wrestling? Or… Lances?” Isola asked in excitement.

“I’m not telling you… but my first match is at 2:00 this afternoon.” Stefan explained.

“You big tease!” Isola gasped.

The town’s bell sounded preventing Stefan from teasing Isola anymore. The bell signaled the start of the noon time feast. The festival goers were taking seats among the long tables and began to enjoy the finest foods Medina’s chefs had prepared. The sounds of merriment and joyous laughter were everywhere, as attendants hurried to refill tankards of ale and bring out more of the delicious dishes.

“That’s the signal. Cheer for me!” Isola said to Stefan, handing him her pole/staff as she ran off to take her place in line. Trumpets blared signaling the contestants to parade out for the pageant. Isola entered the feasting area and walked on to the stage. There were 24 beauties from the entire region lined up on display as the crowd cheered and clapped for their favorites. It was an honor to participate, and Isola was proud to be among the other girls on the stage. Indeed, being part of the pageant was not only good for the contestant afforded the woman with great respect, but also would elevate her family name and indeed the City or province. There was a great sense of local pride in this contest.

"Gentlemen and dear ladies of Medina, guests, this year’s Spring Festival’s Beauty Pageant contestants awaiting your approval.” The town crier announced as each girl was called forth, her name read, and then she walked in front of the visiting dignitaries and the judging panel. This year there was an equal mix from the northern provinces, mostly fair-skinned blondes and brunettes and the more southern parts of the Kingdom with the smaller, darker women with black hair. The Judges were the baron himself, dressed in his ceremonial armor, and two past winners of the contest.

Parts of the crowd cheered loudest as a contestant from their region was announced. Fortunately for Isola, being from Medina, she got a lot of cheers. She also received some gasps of awe and amazement from the crowd. She was no sure why, but thought it was for the dress she had chosen which made her feel good. All twenty-four beauties knelt in front of the baron, until he told them to stand.

This year there seemed to be a lot of different fashion on display than past years. Lots of girls had full flowing dresses, and many outfits had various flowers attached. As far as shape and sizes most of the girls were younger than Isola and all were more petite. Isola was the most buxom of all the 24 girls.

It was frowned upon, but coins could be seen being passed between tables and betting pools were established. The judges discuss they scores and thoughts and the finalist were announced. Isola had butterflies in her stomach but then she saw Stefan’s face and she settled down.

The town crier began to speak “The first finalist is” he paused for effect … “Celictic of the northern village of Hammerstein!” The young girl with an exquisite figure took her place in the finalist circle. As the crowd cheered and clapped. “Our second finalist is … Valentee from the southern town of Mesafornia (only 5 days ride from Medina). There was a larger cheer when her name was announced. She was an olive-skinned beauty with a small waist and full luscious black hair. “Our final finalist is …” the crier said “Isola of Medina!!” Huge loud series of cheers as Isola moved into the finalist circle. Isola also noticed the Minotaur at the edge of the feast. He clapped when Isola had been announced. Isola smiled bigger “I think I have a new friend” She said to herself.

Each woman was beautiful, but in differing ways in the final circle. The next stage of the contest involved displaying a talent. Isola could not wait to show hers off.

 

[kinkyyoungster]

Stefan gave great cheer and a slight knowing grin when Isola’s name was called as one of the finalists, having no doubt that she’d make it. “With our finalists picked we will take this time for them to prepare for the next contest of the show where they will show off a talent of theirs!” the announcer called out allowing the crowd to disperse a little and the contestants to walk off stage and prepare for the next round. “Stefan, Stefan, Stefan!!” Isola came running to the young man leaping to hug him that he so easily accepted. “Can you believe it!? I’m in the finals!” she said with such joy and surprise. “I didn’t have a single doubt in my mind.” Stefan replied back with a big proud smile on his face as he gently placed her down on her feet.

“Next you got is the talent round, what do you have in store for us?” Stefan asked very curiously of Isola as he looked deep in her eyes. “You’re just going to have to stick around and see.” the joyous young lady said giving Stefan a playful wink.

Other part of Medina
Unknown to the people attending the festivities, a group of thieves walked casually amongst them, dressed in your everyday garb, a grin on each of their faces from the confidence they feel for what is about to transpire and no one knows the wiser about their evil deeds as they walked towards the beauty contest.

 

[kinkyyoungster]

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