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"The Queen's Assassin" (closed)

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Morrow's Quarters

Morrow wasn't surprised to find Stella groomed as she was. He smiled as he was delighted to see her so. He'd never been disappointed with a lover who'd received the Frenkish treatment. Putting his mouth to a pussy without the hairs breaking off between his lips was wonderful. It often resulted in him spending more time down there. And his lovers had always seemed to like that, too.

"Am I what you were hoping for, m'lord?" Stella asked innocently.

Morrow began shedding his jacket as he walked slowly toward her. His gaze continued its up and down survey of her as he said, "You are every man's fantasy, Stella."

Near her, he slipped an arm around her, pulling her to him as he added, "But tonight, you are my reality. And I've never hoped for anything more."

They kissed again as Morrow easily swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her upon it, then returned to undressing himself at a faster pace now. His outer shirt. His under shirt.

Morrow would normally have had to shed his weapons belt, too. But before being presented to the Queen, he'd had to shed it. He wouldn't remember that it was hanging outside Luna's Quarters until the next day. If even then.

Unlike Stella, Morrow had to shed is boots to rid himself of the remainder of his clothes. He'd been hoping this was going to happen, of course. So he'd worn a pair of buckling boots, not lacing. With two quick flicks at each piece of footwear, he was out of them.

His trousers and braies came off as one. And then Morrow was entirely naked. His cock, just a tad bigger than average, was as hard as it had ever been. The bush of dark, curly hair around its base wasn't overly thick. It tended to show him off better, which had never been a bad thing.

Mounting the bed on his knees, Morrow moved to lie next to Stella. He wanted inside her, right now. But it was her first time. Their first time. If things went as they were planned, their first of many times. He wanted it to be special for her.

So, instead of simply penetrating her as many husbands would their wives on their wedding nights, Morrow took his place beside Stella. He leaned in to kiss her again, letting his hands wander upon her as he confessed, "I've wanted you since the moment I met you, m'lady."
 
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Morrow's Quarters

"You are every man's fantasy, Stella," Morrow said in answer to her question as to whether she was what he was hoping to see once naked before him. He shed his coat and pulled her to him, again kissing her deeply as one of his hands found a now-bared breast, causing Stella to draw an excited breath between kisses. She smiled to him as he whispered, "But tonight, you are my reality. And I've never hoped for anything more."

She blushed yet again -- probably not the last time tonight -- and then giggled. She suddenly felt a need to confess something, even though Morrow already knew it or, at the least, hoped it: "I don't know what I'm supposed to do, m'lord. Will you ... will you show me?"

Morrow took Stella to the bed, and as he began shedding his clothes, she scooted up higher into the pillows to watch; unconsciously or consciously, she didn't quite know, she lifted the knee closest to Morrow to hide her womanhood behind it, while crossing her arms over her bosom. Ironically, as she was hiding her feminine features, he was, of course, revealing his.

When Morrow's trousers and undergarment fell away, leaving him naked, Stella's eyes widened in wonder. Oh, she'd seen men's penises before, of course; once while much younger and playing in the forest surrounding Luna's home in Tiala, they'd come across a group of village lads skinny dipping in a pond and spied upon them for quite a while; and years later, when she understood a bit more about males, females, and how they interacted in that way in which she was not to until she was married, Luna had arranged a secret viewing of members of her Bodyguard, to satisfy Stella's curiosity.

Of course, she'd never before been so close to a man's penis -- manhood, dick, cock, tool, sword, and others -- nor had she seen one that was so absolutely fully hardened for ... deployment. Morrow's cock was both magnificent and frightening at the same time. As he moved onto the bed to join her, it swung to and fro, causing Stella too suddenly giggle and reach a hand up to cover her mouth.

"Sorry, m'lord," she apologized. "I did not mean to laugh. I'm just ... I'm nervous."

Morrow laid next to Stella, again pressing his mouth to hers as he supported his weight above her on one elbow which the hand of the other arm again began exploring her. She moaned softly at the feel of his touch, placing her own hands upon his shoulders, holding him there a moment before moving them to his head to ensure he didn't stop kissing her.

Stella had been enjoying kisses from Luna for a couple of years, since she'd reached the appropriate age for such secret interactions with a Royal for whom she served. She'd gotten used to her lover-friend's way of kissing, something that Stella had immediately realized was different with Morrow. He was more commanding in his presence, first; he opened his mouth farther than Luna had and yet didn't attack with his tongue as the Queen did in those times when she was burning up with the need for release and satisfaction.

Overall, Stella liked the way Morrow kissed and touched her, which was quickly leading to her relaxing in his arms as he got to know her body.

He whispered between kisses, "I've wanted you since the moment I met you, m'lady."

Stella blushed yet again, smiling wide and hiding her face in the crook of his neck for a long moment. She couldn't really say the same thing about Morrow; when they'd first met, she'd felt his hungry eyes upon her and -- not knowing him yet -- hadn't liked it. But with each meeting between them, combined with the news of what he was doing to aide her most beloved person in the world, Luna, Stella began to see Morrow in a different light.

When her Queen had first told her that Morrow had asked for her hand in marriage, Stella had been horrified. But that had changed, slowly but surely, until finally -- that day at the Falconry Challenge -- she'd realized that she could see herself with Morrow after all, as his Lady, his Wife, and his Lover.

And now here they were, with Stella courageously whispering, "Make love to me, m'lord. I need you ... to fulfill me." She didn't honestly know whether that meant what she thought it did, but it had sounded right when she'd said it.
 
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Morrow's Quarters

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do, m'lord," Stella confessed. "Will you ... will you show me?"

"Yes, m'lady," Morrow whispered. "It will be the greatest pleasure of my life."

His statement was ironic in a sense. Making love to Stella was something he hadn't been able to get out of his mind since first meeting her. Even when he'd been with other women, Morrow had thought of her. Even when he'd been with Clara, who he'd been very quickly falling in love with. It was indeed going to be a pleasure.

But the greatest pleasure? That was quite a feat to match. Morrow had been with some incredible lovers in his life. Some had taken coin to do the things they'd done to, with, and for him. Others hadn't. Some had been so-so. Others had blown his mind.

Morrow had no expectations of Stella being a great lover her first time at it. She didn't know what she was doing, as she'd confessed. And the pain of that first fuck was always a roadblock for the man.

Some men didn't care if they were hurting their lover during her first time. They just rammed, rammed, rammed until they emptied their balls, rolled away, and went to sleep, wondrously pleased with themselves. Morrow wasn't that way, which Stella would learn tonight. He'd probably still hurt her. But it certainly wouldn't be intentional. And it certainly wouldn't be without regret.

"Sorry, m'lord," she apologized when he mounted the bed.

Ironically, Morrow knew what she'd been laughing at. He'd felt his cock swinging like a drunk swordsman at the County Tournament.

"I did not mean to laugh," she promised. "I'm just ... I'm nervous."

He told her, "Don't be nervous, m'lady." He smiled, saying, "Stella. There is nothing to be nervous about, or fearful of. I'm going to take very good care of you."

Morrow couldn't help but notice that Stella hadn't mirrored his comment about how long he'd wanted her. That didn't surprise him. She hadn't known who he was when they'd first met. She hadn't known what he was. A killer. An assassin. Sometimes he wondered if she even knew now. Just how much had Luna told her during their sessions of pillow talk.

Yes, yes, Morrow knew all about the Queen and her Handmaiden. He'd known they were lovers even before he'd met her that day on his knees in shackles in the foothills of the West Salfar Peak. His network of spies and informants was the reason he was so good at his job. It was the reason Prince Nellan had hired him to kill the King. And, ironically, it was the reason Princess Luna had hired him to kill her brother.

Morrow didn't care about the sexual relationship between the two women in the least. To be honest, if they continued pleasuring each other even after he and Stella were married, he wouldn't care about that either. He'd rather that when he was absent, his wife found pleasure in the bed of another woman, rather than another man.

Stella did however whisper, "Make love to me, m'lord. I need you ... to fulfill me."

"And you to fulfill me, m'lady," Morrow responded. "And you me."

He kissed, caressed, and fondled his way down Stella's delicious body until his lips found her lips. His mouth wasn't the first one to go to work down here, of course, so Stella's reaction was one of familiarity with what came next. As his tongue lapped at her clitoris and his fingers explored her canal, Morrow wondered whether or not his style was similar to the Queen's.

Whether it was or not, it seemed to work. Stella cried out in ecstasy in a shorter time than Morrow had expected. Seeing and hearing her like that only made him want to continue eating her out. He would continue doing just that a second time and even a third if Stella didn't stop him, wanting more.

Eventually, though, Morrow made his way back up Stella's body. He spent a few minutes kissing her lips, her neck, her chest. Then, finally, he whispered, "I'm going to make love to you now, Stella. If I hurt you, please say something. I mean that. I want you to enjoy this as much as you can. As much as I'm sure I will."
 
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Morrow's Quarters

Stella had been expecting Morrow to immediately fuck her; Luna had warned the younger woman that that would be his greatest priority once he got her to bed. But that wasn't what happened at all, with Morrow instead making his way down her body to put his mouth to her pussy, similarly to how the Queen herself had so many times before.

She was initially disappointed to have Morrow heading down south, not because she feared not enjoying it but because she'd been looking forward to something new. Ironically, the same-o same-o turned out to be very new after all.

Morrow worked his lips, tongue, and fingers upon her sensitive womanhood if a way so very much different that Luna ever had. He was more forceful and driven, which could have gone a bad direction except that he seemed to be monitoring Stella's reactions, too, changing what he was doing to her if he didn't see the results he wanted.

Morrow was fantastic down there, and soon Stella was writhing upon the bed, crying out at the pleasure, grasping at his hair with one hand while the other clutched desperately at the bedding beneath them; one half of her overwhelmed brain told her to pull him away from her pussy while the other half cautioned Don't you fucking dare!

Stella's first orgasm came more quickly than one ever had with Luna, except for perhaps that very first time when the older woman first put her mouth to Stella to teach her what was to be done for her Queen. Stella arched her back as she drew and held a deep breath before releasing it in a great cry of ecstatic relief. The waves of euphoria were like nothing she'd ever enjoyed with Luna, which right now she wasn't considering but much later would.

And even when Stella came down from the great height of ecstasy, she didn't leave the mountain entirely; Morrow didn't for a moment hesitate what he was doing to her down yonder, and in no time away all, Stella was crying out a second time ... then a third!

She'd never felt so wonderful in all her life as Morrow finally began kissing his way up her body again. He put his mouth to hers, giving Stella a taste of herself that was familiar from her many times in bed with the Queen.

"Thank you, m'lord," Stella whispered, praising, "That was the most fantastic thing anyone has ever done to me."

Stella was so overwhelmed from the pleasure that she didn't consider that that statement might imply that others had attempted to pleasure her in that way before. Would Morrow catch Stella's slip off the tongue? Would he wonder if perhaps another tongue had previously been where his just was? Would he wonder if that tongue had been from another man's mouth? These were all good questions; they just weren't questions about which Stella was currently thinking.

"I'm going to make love to you now, Stella," Morrow warned, promising, "If I hurt you, please say something."

"You won't," Stella whispered, hoping to lessen his worries. "You won't hurt me. I promise."

Stella knew she was likely lying; she and Luna had discussed what was about to happen, and the latter had reassured the former, "It's natural, expected to hurt the first time. It's the Gods' way of preventing women from doing this at too young an age..."

Luna had told the tale of the First Woman from the Book of Un, a story with which the well read Stella was already familiar. It was about how the Gods had created the female body -- specifically the vagina -- to prevent intrusion until an appropriate age, an age set down in Law in most civilized cultures as 18 years, including here in Yalla.

Stella understood the meaning behind the story of the First Woman: it was to protect girls from the ravages of men who ought to have been looking for their fun elsewhere. It didn't always work of course; the need for Lord Rolph and Sir Phillip's current mission was proof of that.

In their last time together naked -- two nights ago -- Luna had offered to perform a task down there that would prepare Stella for the first time Morrow's cock penetrated her. It involved the use of a wooden device coated with warmed olive oil. Stella has been aware of the item, yet had never seen used, not even during their love making sessions.

Stella had asked with concern, "Won't he know...? Won't Lord Morrow be able to tell...? He'll think that I've been with a man before him."

Luna had warned Stella that that might be true but had then added, "But the pain will be lessened ... and you may enjoy it far more."

"I would rather cry from great pain, My Queen," Stella had said, "than from Lord Morrow fearing that I had lost my purity to another man before him."

Morrow continued regarding the imminent mix of pain and pleasure Stella was going to feel, "I want you to enjoy this as much as you can. As much as I'm sure I will."

"I will, m'lord ... enjoy this," she promised him, knowing that it might not be true. "You may hurt me, m'lord, yes. But I am prepared. I am eager, m'lord ... Morrow."

She smiled at her use of his given name. Or ... was it his surname? Did he have one of each? Many people did not; many lived their entire lives with just one name, often without an identifier following that spoke of their origin or current place of residency.

"What is your name, m'lord?" Stella asked, smiling wide. "Your full name? It only seems proper that I know this before you ... deflower me...? Is that the right way to say this, m'lord?"
 
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Morrow's Quarters

"Thank you, m'lord," Stella whispered, praising Morrow, "That was the most fantastic thing anyone has ever done to me."

"Thank you, m'lady," he responded, appreciative of the compliment. He questioned whether or not it was true, though. Stella may or may not have thought that Morrow was aware of her sexual relationship with their Queen. Either way, he couldn't imagine that Luna had driven her Handmaiden to such heights of ecstasy in the past. Maybe Luna doesn't 'do' Stella? Maybe Luna is only 'done' by her? he wondered.

Stella promised Morrow that he wasn't going to hurt her upon slipping his cock inside her virginal pussy. Again, he couldn't help but wonder just what the Queen and her Handmaiden had been up to all those years. He didn't know much about what happened when two women were alone together behind closed doors.

Oh, sure, he'd seen girl-on-girl sex shows before. And sometimes they had enlisted the aid of penetrating devices. Like the one Morrow didn't know Luna had hid in a drawer next to her bed. But brothel sex was rarely similar to real sex. So, what did he know?

"You may hurt me, m'lord, yes," Stella told him. "But I am prepared. I am eager, m'lord ... Morrow."

He smiled at her use of his name. She followed up by asking, "What is your name, m'lord? Your full name? It only seems proper that I know this before you ... deflower me...? Is that the right way to say this, m'lord?"

"Bloom," he told her. "I'm not going to deflower you, m'lady. Stella, you're going to bloom."

He began moving his body in preparation to fuck the beauty beneath him. As he did, he kissed her, then whispered the name she'd already heard him referred to before, "Morrow Tyne. I was born in a little village in Vint named Tyne. I took my home's name as my own."

Morrow had slipped a hand down between Stella's thighs as he talked. He found her wetness, playing his fingers within it. One. Then two. Then three. Deeper. Deeper. He watched her expression for pain. Anxiety. Pleasure. He thought he'd seen all three. Maybe even more.

Finally, he took hold of his shaft and moved his cock to her hole. Pressing gently, he whispered, "I'll be as gentle as I can."

Penetrating her was, of course, difficult. Morrow quickly decided that Stella and Luna had never played with inserts. Twice Morrow asked softly, "Do you want me to stop?"

Suddenly, his bulbous head penetrated Stella's gate. He paused, again looking for her reaction. She was thankfully very wet as a result of what he'd done with his mouth earlier. He pushed gently, penetrating a bit. Then more. Then more. Each time, Morrow pulled out a bit to wet his shaft.

Unless she stopped him, Morrow would continue until he was fully inside her.
 
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Morrow's Quarters

"Bloom," Morrow told Stella. "I'm not going to deflower you, m'lady. Stella, you're going to bloom."

She smiled again, kissing him happily; his reassuring words mirrored her earlier ones about him fulfilling her as a woman. She grimaced a bit as she felt the pressure at her pussy, whispering to him when he asked if she was alright, "I am fine, m'lord ... Morrow ... please ... don't stop."

When he finally pushed through her tight muscles, though, Stella groaned at the pain; her fingers -- which had been clutching his shoulders -- suddenly dug their nail tips into him, leaving marks that they would discover later with a laugh.

"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered.

"No, no, m'lord, please don't stop," Stella pleaded. She kissed him again, passionately, begging, "Don't stop, Morrow."

He didn't stop trying to enter her fully, and Stella didn't stop wincing, digging her nails into him, and then begging, "Don't stop ... please..." Eventually, she felt their bodies press firmly together, and she knew that he was deep inside her. She begged her body to relax, to welcome him, while continuing to kiss and whisper her pleas to her lover.

But it was too much for Stella, and suddenly her plea changed to, "M'lord, please ... may I ... may I be..." She used her arms and the rest of her body to indicate that she wanted him off her, clarifying, "May I be on top...? Luna told me that--"

Stella went silent, her eyes widening in shock at what she'd been about to say. Somehow, her face went initially white, only to quickly afterward turn a beet red as she giggled, embarrassed. When she was able, Stella explained, "My Queen ... she ... gave me some advice ... about this ... about being with you, m'lord. She said that I might be more comfortable ... if I was on top."
 
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"M'lord, please ... may I ... may I be..." Stella began.

Morrow's cock was halfway inside her. She fit him so tightly. He wanted to continue pushing into her but didn't. "What is it, m'lady? Should I stop?"

He hoped so badly that she wouldn't say yes. He wasn't sure he would or could at this point. Morrow was desperate to find his joy within Stella. She shifted, urging him off her. And out of her. He resisted initially.

Then she asked, "May I be on top...?"

"On top?" he asked, surprised.

She continued, "Luna told me that--"

She went silent as Morrow's reacted with surprise. "On top?"

He saw the combination of shock and embarrassment in Stella's face. She hid her face before admitting that she and Luna had talked about this moment. "She said that I might be more comfortable ... if I was on top."

Morrow couldn't help but laugh. He kissed her again, saying, "I'm sorry."

He pulled his cock carefully from her pussy, rolling to his side as he took her with him. With her lying atop him, Morrow kissed her again. "Yes, you may be on top. I'd love to see you atop me."
 
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"Yes, you may be on top," Morrow said, happily adding, "I'd love to see you atop me."

Stella grimaced at the painful feel of Morrow pulling his cock from her. Then he wrapped his arms around her and rolled them both over, causing Stella to squeal in surprise, then laugh.

She was beginning to feel more comfortable with what had begun as a very uncomfortable situation. Stella hadn't expected Morrow to be so gentle with her, despite his assurances that he would be.

She slid herself up his body to meet his mouth with her own for a long, soft, erotic kiss. Between them, she could feel his cock, still more hard than not, wanting to be back inside her.

Stella saw no reason to delay or deny him. She parted her thighs to find the bed with her knees, lifted her groin from his, and reached down between them to find his cock. It was rock-hard again and wet with her own fluids,

"Thank you, m'lord," Stella said for no particular reason. He'd caused her three wondrous orgasms in maybe twice that many minutes and let her take the top position to let her control the situation. How many men would do that? she wondered.

Stella positioned the head of Morrow's cock at her wetness and pushed onto it. This time it entered her with ease but only its bulbous head; she was still too tight to take much more of him. She stared into Morrow's eyes as her heart pounded with excitement. She smiled again, knowing already that she loved Lord Morrow Tyne.

Stella carefully began taking him in and out of her; at first just a bit and slowly, but then more ... and more ... and more as well as faster and faster, until finally Stella was taking most of Morrow's length in and out of her at a quick clip.

She didn't truly realize how completely the pleasure was replacing the pain until she was once again crying out at the ecstasy exploding through her. Her heart pounded, her entirety trembled, and she gasped for air, eventually collapsing upon Morrow as the euphoria claimed and spent her.
 
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"Thank you, m'lord," Stella said softly to Morrow after she was lying atop him.

He thought she was referring to the orgasms he'd imparted to her. He smiled, saying, "It was my pleasure."

Morrow didn't understand that there was more to her expressed appreciation. He didn't realize how important it was to her that he'd let her take control. If he had, he probably would have started that way.

A moment later, Stella was putting him back inside her. Morrow loved her boldness. His previous three virgins would never have grasped his cock and directed it inside her. Stella was one of a kind, Morrow was beginning to realize.

Soon, he was deep inside her. She was so fucking tight. He wanted to tell her that but didn't. He couldn't come up with a way to say it without sounding crude.

And then, he was moving in and out of her. Stella had certainly taken control. Morrow grasped her hips and helped her a bit. But for the most part, he left the work to her. She knew what she wanted more than he could. She knew what felt good more than he could. She knew what did or didn't hurt more than he could.

It didn't take long for the pleasure building inside Morrow to build to climax. He gasped at the explosion of ecstasy. Stella was still moving fast and furious, so Morrow continued to help her along. If he'd been in control, he would have given in to the euphoria, simply enjoying it. But he wanted her to cum again. Cum via intercourse. Via fucking. What he'd done to her with his mouth was something Luna could have done to her. Morrow wanted Stella to explode via something only a man could provide her. Something only he could provide her.

He was thrilled then when she exploded once more. Stella's orgasms were a beautiful thing. He loved the look, the sound, the trembling of her body. He could watch her explode all day long.

Morrow wanted her joy to last as long as possible, so he took control. Still holding her hips, he moved her up and down his groin while rocking below her. He thrusted himself deep into her another dozen or more times. When she collapsed upon him, Morrow finally ceased what he was doing, wrapped his arms around her, and simply held her to him.

For several minutes, they just lay there as one. He could feel her heart pounding. Hear her rapid breathing gradually slow. Feel the trembling fade. He was still deep inside her, and he would have liked to stay there the entire night. But Morrow knew that Stella would soon begin to feel the pain of her first intercourse as soon as the euphoria faded.

Carefully, Morrow reluctantly withdrew from Stella's pussy. He rolled her to her back, then to her side. Reaching behind him, he gathered a handful of bedding and pulled it over them. He didn't think they would lie like this all night. But he didn't want to disturb Stella's afterglow of her first orgasm with him.

Morrow rose on an elbow just enough to reach the many side-by-side cords dangling next to the headboard. He pulled one. A minute or so later a soft knock sounded at the door, followed by it opening. A boy about 12 entered, oblivious to the fact that Morrow had company. When he saw the second, unidentifiable body, he dropped his gaze to the floor, whispering, "Yes, m'lord."

"More wood on the fire, please," Morrow whispered, "and a pitcher of drinking water with two goblets."

The boy acknowledged the instructions and tended to them as Morrow curled up to Stella. He pulled her hair from her neck, kissed it, and whispered, "Sleep, m'lady. Sleep. And dream of the life we will share, for I know I will."
 
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Stella was absolutely spent by the time Morrow carefully rolled her to her side and covered her with the bedding. She peeked upwards at his unexpected movement, seeing him signaling for an Attendant; when the boy arrived, Stella -- not knowing if he would know who was in bed with Morrow -- hid her face out a desire not to spark the rumor mill any more than necessary.

"More wood on the fire, please," Morrow whispered, "and a pitcher of drinking water with two goblets."

"And grapes," Stella whispered, peeking up to Morrow, smiling, and giggling as she added, "And citrus, please."

The boy acknowledged the additions and departed, after which Stella turned her head just enough to look up into Morrow's eyes, smile, and whisper, "You were gentle, m'lord ... as you promised. Thank you. You don't know how much I appreciate that."

She suddenly giggled again, kicking the bedding from herself and lifting one of her feet up before Morrow; she was still wearing her boots. She said with humor, "If you don't mind, m'lord?"

They barely got both of them off and Stella back in the bedding hidden before the boy returned with the tray of consumables. He tossed more wood into the fire, stoked the flames, and asked if there was anything more. Dismissed, he departed, and Stella rose and crawled playfully over Morrow to snatch up a small bunch of grapes and an orange slice before returning to her position; she laid on her back, looking into Morrow's face as she ate the fruit. She couldn't get the smile to leave her face, giggling again when Morrow looked at her questioningly.

"You are not the man I thought you were when we met, m'lord," she told him. She sucked on the slice, tossed the peel at the fire, laughed, and rolled to her side to shimmy back into Morrow's warm body. "G'night ... Lord Morrow Tyne or Orland."

"Sleep, m'lady," Morrow said, kissing her neck. "Sleep. And dream of the life we will share, for I know I will."

"I don't have to dream, m'lord," she whispered. "I already have what I want."

Grabbing one of Morrow's hands and pulling it around to rest between her breasts, Stella played her ass against his wet cock, giggled, yet again, then allowed herself to drift off to a deep, wonderful sleep.



Earlier:

Luna wandered aimlessly about her private quarters, drinking wine and occasionally snatching up a grape from a bowl she'd had delivered. Shortly after Morrow and Stella departed, she'd overturned an hour counting hourglass and was watching it impatiently and anxiously; Luna had known that the rapid spinning of her mind would not allow her to correctly judge time, making the hourglass necessary.

Even before it had fully drained, she slipped into a warm, floor length fur coat, pulled the hood over her head, and slipped into the secret passage accessible from her bed chamber. It took her about a third of the distance she wanted to travel, opening at the other end into a short, terminating, unguarded passageway. There, she slipped through the dark to yet another secret passageway, took it about the same distance as the previous one, descended a spiraling steel staircase, and continued onward until she'd reached her destination.

Pulling a wooden plug from a hole in the stone, Luna found the view she'd been expecting: Lord Morrow's bed chamber, with his bed filling most of her view. She'd expected to find her assassin laying between her former Handmaiden's thighs, pumping away at her now formerly untouched vagina. What Luna found instead was Stella -- naked with the exception of her boots -- riding Morrow with great energy and enthusiasm.

The Queen's feelings were terribly conflicted at the obvious success of the mating of her two close friends, one very new, the other not at all. Luna was thrilled for Stella, of course, having feared that this night could be a tragedy for her. At the same time, she found herself both jealous and envious: jealous because she was obviously losing Stella to Morrow, and envious because she would have loved to be the one sitting in Morrow's lap feeling his cock running in and out of her own yearning pussy.

She continued to watch the pair until the new Lady of Thrush cried out in ecstasy -- the sound and body language were noticeably different from her orgasms with Luna -- and then collapsed upon the Lord of Orland. Replacing the plug, Luna departed, but she didn't return the way that she'd come. Instead, she used the continuation of the passageway to reach another nondescript passageway, another hidden one with yet another descending spiral case, and finally a short, dark hall.

The short passage ended at the door to a small bed chamber, a portal through which Luna passed without a knock. Inside, a man waited in his bed naked, expecting the covert visit from his Queen. Luna had informed him that he was to be cleaned and available to her at a moment's notice today, and he'd complied. He would suck her, fuck her, and suck her again before -- after giving herself an hour to enjoy the afterglow -- she quietly repeated the trek in reverse, bathed without the aid of a Handmaiden or Chambermaid, and slipped into her bed alone but satisfied ... or ... at much as she could be having seen what she had.
 
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"You were gentle, m'lord ... as you promised," Stella told Morrow after the boy had left to do his master's bidding. "Thank you. You don't know how much I appreciate that."

"I couldn't have been any other way with you, Stella," he told her. He kissed her softly. When she giggled and started flailing, he was confused. Then he laughed, realizing Stella was still wearing her boots. He helped her out of them, saying, "At least your toes were warm."

Then, saying the dirtiest thing he had this far, added, "Like other parts of you were."

They nibbled some food and drank some water. Then it was time for some sleep. Badly needed sleep.

"I don't have to dream, m'lord," Stella whispered about their future. "I already have what I want."

They curled up, this time properly under the bedding. Morrow found himself getting stiff again pressed up against Stella's back side. But he resisted urging her to go one more time.

Early the next morning:

Morrow thought he heard a light knock. He raised his head from the pillow, hearing it again. Stella was still asleep beside him. He carefully got up, slipped on a robe, and went to the door.

"My apologies, m'lord," the Warrior Elite Guardsman said as he handed Morrow an envelope. "The messenger said it was urgent."

The envelope bore Rolph's seal in wax. Morrow opened it and read the note.

"Prepare the Raiders Brigade, immediately!" Morrow ordered, already turning back into his quarters. "Swordmen. Archers. Quick Cavalry."

The Warrior followed Morrow inside. Seeing Stella rise at Morrow's volume, the man turned away, begging, "Forgive me, m'lady."

Morrow continued, unconcerned about the man seeing who was in his bed. Naked , he dropped the robe and began dressing. "I'll need four messengers ready within ten minutes. Two on Swift Horses and two on Distant ones. Go now!"

Still donning his outer clothes, Morrow told Stella, "It's Rolph. He and Philip are in trouble. They were ambushed. I have to go."

He donned his coat but couldn't find his weapons belt. Morrow had left them outside the Queen's quarters. He rushed to the open door just as a Guardsman arrived with the weapons.

Moving back to the bed, Morrow kissed Stella long and passionately. He promised, I'll be back."

And then he was gone.
 
Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Morrow's Quarters

Stella:

She rose in a panic at the sound of Morrow barking loudly from a distance; the panic only grew when -- initially -- she didn't recognize her surroundings, let alone the bed in which she was sleeping ... naked. But then, in a flash, she remembered the night before -- the wonderful and surprisingly unexpected night before -- and was only now worried that Morrow wasn't still close to her.

Morrow was calling out orders to an unseen person as he surged back into the room from the passageway beyond it. He dropped his robe revealing his naked state, which only seemed to confuse Stella's young, naive mind further. That was when the young former virgin -- now sitting upright on her knees with the bedding held to her bosom -- caught sight of the Warrior Elite soldier entering the room. Instinctively -- still unsure whether or not they were a secret -- Stella lifted the bedding higher to hide her identity, leaving only her eyes and mussed hair to the man's view.

"Forgive me, m'lady," he apologized as he turned his side to her and his eyes away from her.

"What is happening, m'lord?" Stella begged. "Morrow!"

Finished with the Soldier and sending him away, Morrow looked to her with a meaningful, worried expression, telling her, "It's Rolph. He and Philip are in trouble. They were ambushed. I have to go."

"My Gods!" she exclaimed as she scooted closer to the edge of the bed; she was about to get out, but the door to Morrow's quarters was still wide open, the Soldier having failed to pull it entirely to the latch. "Does Betty know...? Has anyone told Betty? May I tell betty, Morrow? Should I tell Betty?"

She was terribly concerned and confused all at the same time. It had been a long time since someone for whom she had great feelings had had a loved one in danger. Stella had only come to know Lady Betty just over a moon ago, and yet the two of them had quickly come to like each other.

A second soldier appeared, presenting Morrow, dressed for battle, with the weapons belt he'd left on a hook in a small alcove prior to entering Queen Luna's quarters the night before. As he donned the belt, he came to Stella, promising, "I'll be back."

And then he was gone without another word. leaving Stella sitting there, naked and afraid but at least now with the door closed. She hopped out of bed, donned the robe Morrow had previously been wearing, pulled her boots on without fully tying them up, and hurried for her own quarters.

Along the way, she nearly ran headfirst into Luna, who was fully dressed and hurrying down the passageway toward her. "My Queen! What's happening?"



Luna

The message from Rolph had been addressed to Morrow, but Luna -- being Queen, of course -- had been informed immediately upon the letter's arrival that her go to guy had received it. She'd already been awake, bathed, and milling about her quarters after having spent a couple of wonderful hours with her secret lover the night before; immediately upon learning that Morrow ws mobilizing her forces, she called her new Chamber Maid in to help her into one of her battlefield outfits.

People didn't see Luna as a Warrior-Queen, simply because she'd never had to go into battle before, but she had taken lives, of course; there had been the copper smuggling conspirator into whom she'd plunged a dagger just days after bringing Morrow into her world, of course, but there had been others from her time in Tiala, too, who she'd ended in less public ways.

By the time she got to the Inner Ward and found Morrow, his forces were assembling. He caught sight of Luna, coming to her to report. She listened intently, then nodded her approval -- not that it looked like Morrow needed it by this point -- and told him, "Anything you need, Lord Morrow is yours. Go ... help our friend. I'll see to Lady Betty..." Her lips spread in a slight smile without her direction as she finished, "...and Lady Stella."

She watched the preparations continue; the Inner Ward came alive with the sounds of men, horses, and steel. Then, with a call from Morrow, the force headed out, pairs of horses following one another out the gate in spectacular fashion. Once they were gone and the gate was pulled closed, Luna turned and hurried back inside toward the quarters now kept for Rolph and Betty. She knocked softly, got no answer, then repeated the announcement of her presence more forcefully.

"Come!" she heard the young woman's voice call. Luna entered with a concerned expression on her face, leading Betty -- who was dressed and sitting near the dancing flames in the fireplace -- to stand immediately, asking, "My Queen ... what is it...? What's happened?"

Luna sat her down and explained what she knew, causing the young thing to immediately break down. Luna held her for a good long while, during which Stella arrived to join the sympathetic moment. The three would spend most of the day together, waiting on messages from Morrow force and praying for the best.

In between their moments together, Luna accomplished some tasks about which she and Morrow had spoken before his departure. She'd immediately sent a messenger to Tiala (map; to the east of "Republic of Yalla" script) to order the Admiral of the Tiala fleet to prepare his boats for deployment.

The City of Tiala owned six small but advanced warships with which they protected Tialan commercial ships and generally kept law and order in the Long Sea, the Sea of Yalla, and wherever they might be needed. The boats were fast under sail and, when necessary, could deploy up to six oarsmen per side to provide propulsion when the winds were unavailable or unhelpful. They were some of the fastest, armed boats in the Inner Sea, which was the reason why piracy near the City and Port of Tiala was some of the lowest in the Known World.

The warships were versatile, too. They could:
  • Carry up to 40 men with all their arms if an invasion force was needed.
  • Carry 6 mounted cavalry warriors with their horses and tack.
  • Quickly deploy two ballistas that were otherwise stored at the ready in the hold, weapons that could launch a 100-pound, metal-tipped spear -- it, too, was called a ballista, thus the weapon's name -- that could penetrate an enemy or pirate vessel's hull or -- if attached to line -- capture the boat to be pulled in for boarding.
  • Or, using the same ballista mounted with burning-wad tips, could set ablaze ships or even land-based structures with a flammable, oily substance that, once burning, was very difficult to extinguish.
With Morrow's suggestions on proper, productive contact, Luna had also dispatched a second messenger southward to the City of Riverport, which Morrow and his forces had just rid of their piracy menace. The messenger was to make contact with Morrow's man, Remmer; he was directed to prepare boats and crews to sail east up the Dead Coast to Survival Bay to take it by force if it became necessary. Luna's message to Remmer told him that a force of Warrior Elites and an Archers Brigade were just a half day behind the messenger, to be sailed to that destination.

After this, it was simply a matter of waiting for word from Morrow and Rolph.
 
Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

OOC: This continues from Post #214

Inland, North of Survival Bay
Sunset:

Philip stepped up to edge of the forest to look out beyond without leaving cover. He stood atop a 30-foot-high basalt cliff that curved like a crescent moon to his right and left for miles. Directly below the cliff was the river that had carved it, and beyond that was a valley of wild grasses and head-high shrubs native to the area.

Behind Philip, rising slowly but steadily beyond the cliff, was East Salfar Peak. The position here was a wonderful hiding spot for the group, which now numbered 13: Philip, Rolph, 6 of Morrow's mercenaries, 4 rescued girls, and 1 straggler they'd picked up along the way.

Two of Morrow's mercenaries were standing watch a couple of hundred meters to Philip's left or right. The remainder of the group was huddled around a tiny fire trying to keep warm. The temperature had dropped rapidly after the sun fell behind the Peak. It had already been cold, so sunset hadn't helped the situation.

A spot of light in the far distance caught Philip's attention. He would come to realize that it was a torch being carried by a mounted scout. The men who'd been tracking Rolph and Philip's group for the past two days had lost the trail for now. But the pursuers knew this territory well. And they had a superior number to that of this group. If help didn't arrive soon, Philip feared the worst.

He watched the scout and his torch wandering the valley. The man was looking for signs of where the predators had lost their prey. He wasn't anywhere near where he'd find signs of this group, though. That was the good news. The bad news was that after sunrise, it would be far easier to pick up the trail left by the 10 horses that had carried the baker's dozen.

The first batch of rescued females had already been sent off to Tiala with an armed escort. They were likely already on a boat to the City of Yalla. The Queen had wanted to greet them and discuss their futures before they were returned to their families. Philip didn't know that Luna was going to offer each of them an opportunity to start a new life elsewhere if they wished it.

The 4 girls Rolph and Philip had with them now were a lucky minority. The rescue team had slipped into the Town of Survival Bay with information of where they'd find the hostages. The only problem was that they slavers had known that the team was coming. Of Morrow's original 20 mercenaries, 6 were killed outright. Another 2 died before the team got out of the town. Yet 2 more were killed during the flight through the unfamiliar swamps west of the Town.

Rolph and Philip had been lucky enough to rescue 8 hostages. But 2 of them had been killed and 2 more recaptured. No one knew how many of the kidnapped girls still remained in Survival Bay. But it was estimated to be at least a score.

A trio of messengers had been sent on different tracks toward the City of Yalla to get help from Morrow. Another had been sent to the much closer Tiala. They carried an emblem and letter provided to them by the Queen, who of course had been that City's ruling Royal for years and was beloved there.

All Rolph and Philip could hope was that one or more of the messengers had gotten through. One had made it to Morrow, of course, though they couldn't know it. But had word of the need for help make it to Tiala?
 
Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Castle Yalla
Lord Rolph and Lady Betty's (permanently assigned) quarters

Early morning:

Luna had told Stella to go to her own bed chamber and dress for the day, but -- remembering that she'd left the clothes that Morrow had stripped from her behind in his quarters -- she turned that direction instead to retrieve them. Once there, she dropped the robe on the floor and began donning her clothes again, only to find herself searching for a piece that was missing. She finally located it on the back of a chair under the tunic that Morrow had been wearing the night before. Snatching it up, though, resulted in her new lover's garment falling to the floor, and when she picked it up, a small, scroll fell from an inside pocket; it had once been sealed by a wax impression, and looking at the two halves, Stella determined that before being snapped in two, it had bore the signet ring impression of Lord Rolph of Windham.

Knowing that she shouldn't invade Morrow's privacy but badly wanting to know more about what Morrow was facing once he reached Rolph and Philip, Stella rolled out the scroll and began reading. By the time she reached the middle, her eyes were glazing over so badly that she had to stop reading and wipe them clear. She finished the message, dropped the coat, pulled her hooded cloak over her shoulders despite not yet being fully dressed, and hurried for her Queen's quarters.

Arriving there, Stella was told by the Warrior Elite Bodyguard that their Queen had gone to Lady Betty's quarters. Stella hurried that direction, finding the door cracked and entering without knocking.

"My Queen ... what is it...?" Betty was asking Luna with a concerned tone. "What's happened?"

As Luna sat Betty down to explain, Stella simply stood by the door in silence, not wanting to intrude upon the very sensitive moment. Eventually, Luna called her former Handmaiden over to the big bed, and they all three sat there talking for quite some time. Luna would stand occasionally to deal with other things -- usually in the passageway with this Guard or that Advisor -- before returning.

Finally, when she thought it was the most appropriate to turn the attention entirely on herself, Stella asked Luna for a private moment; they headed out into the hall again, sending the Guard there on a task to give them some privacy. Stella held the scroll up, identifying it as having fallen out of Morrow's jacket earlier.

"Yes, I believe it is the one I passed to him last night," Luna said, her lips spreading in a smile as she added with a devilish tone, "Before the two of you hurried off to Lord Morrow's quarters to--"

"She's pregnant," Stella interrupted sharply, holding the rolled but unsealed scroll out before her. "Did you read this, Luna...? Did you know before you sent me to Morrow's bed?"

Luna's expression showed her confusion at what Stella was saying, and reaching out to take and unroll the scroll, she began reading after saying, "No, Stella. I didn't read it. Morrow took it away sealed, so..."

She stopped -- her stomach rolling anxiously -- when she began to realize what was inside the message. The rescue mission members had spent a night in Tiala before heading east again, and while there, Rolph had come across Clara -- now Lady Clara -- and sat down to speak with her over a bottle of wine. While she hadn't meant to do so, Clara had accidentally revealed to Rolph that she was pregnant, and when Rolph asked if it was Morrow's child, Clara had reluctantly confirmed his thoughts.

She had begged Rolph not to tell Morrow; the two of them were each beginning new lives without one another, and Clara didn't want to upset the plans Morrow had with Lady Stella. Rolph had promised not to reveal Clara's news, yet no sooner had the two of them parted then he'd sent a Messenger with the news that he thought Morrow should immediately have.

"What am I to do?" Stella begged of Luna, tears running wild down her cheeks.

"You are to marry Morrow," Luna told her without hesitation. When the younger woman wiped her tears and looked into her eyes, Luna asked, "Do you want to marry him?" Stella confirmed she did. "Do you think he wants to marry you?" Luna hesitated just a second but then answered the question herself, "Of course he wants to marry you. So ... you're going to marry him. And you're going to fuck him every night." She reached out a hand to the younger woman's belly, continuing, "And Morrow is going to put a baby in here, and the three of you ... then four ... then five, six, and more ... are all going to live happily ever after ... and Morrow will never worry his little head about Clara because she'll be far away from here ... and taken care of very well, thanks to the connections I've arranged for her."

Stella began, "But what if Clara wants Morrow to--"

"Forget about Clara!" Luna demanded. "She's not coming back, and she doesn't want Morrow. She released him from their situation specifically so that he could be with you. Did you not know that?"

Stella shook her head. "No ... I didn't know about that." After a moment, she asked softly, "But what if Morrow wants--"

"Morrow ... wants ... you!" Luna again stressed. She pulled the younger woman into her arms for a long, comforting hug before they returned to Betty; the three of them would spend the majority of the day together as the messengers continued to bring news about the operation to the east.
 
Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

(OOC: I'm playing with the calendar a little bit. We're going to say that all of this adventure began four months ago to this day. It's really been closer to four per the day counting of the previous posts. But that's the nice think about it being fiction: we can do whatever the fuck we want, right?)

On the road eastward from the City of Yalla:

Morrow led the force at a quick pace that increased and decreased according to the terrain. They were on the same road on which his new life had begun four Moons earlier. When now-Queen Luna's men had delivered him to her, hooded and shackled, to hear her offer: death by hanging or service to her as her assassin.

Obviously, Morrow had taken the latter. He'd killed her brother, Prince Nellan. That had gotten her the Crown. He'd killed the son of the Baron of Orland. That had rid Luna of a corrupt enemy and gotten her possession of a tin ore mine from which she would earn a small fortune.

It had also gotten Morrow the title that Luna had promised him: Lord Morrow Tyne, Viscount of Orland. With the title had come the estate. Oh, Morrow hadn't gotten the entire Barony, of course. But the County Luna had given him had been enough. He'd also been promised Stella. Well, he'd been promised the possibility of Stella. In the end, it hadn't been Luna who'd given Stella to Morrow. It had been Stella herself.

There had been more, of course. There had been Viscount Ulronni's copper ore smuggling conspiracy. Morrow had uncovered and eliminated it, as well as the conspirators. He'd brought an end to the piracy in the Mouth of the Western Yall. And more.

His actions today were different, though. They weren't about Luna's Realm or the growth of his own power and wealth. They were about friendship, honor, and loyalty. The force Morrow was leading today was out to rescue Lord Rolph from certain death.

And, if it happened to work out, at the same time Morrow might just kick some ass on some slavers, smugglers, and generally not nice guys who were working against the Queen. So, there was that, too.

They slowed as the road through the forests east of the City of Yalla became narrower and wound about like a snake slithering through the grass. When they finally broke through, Morrow pulled his mount aside and gestured the others to continue onward. He took a moment to survey them.

Morrow had brought with him the Raiders Brigade, which was 40 strong. They were a newly formed unit of mounted cavalry made up of mostly archers and crossbowmen. They were also well skilled with the sword, obviously. Their primary use was to ride into an enemy encampment or an unfriendly town and wreak havoc before the enemy even knew what was happening to them.

He'd also assembled the Quick Cavalry, which was 30 strong. It was similar to the Raiders Brigade with two obvious exceptions. They were primarily spearmen and swordsmen. And they utilized the fastest, best trained horses available to achieve sudden, shocking attacks.

He'd also assembled a force of 20 swordsmen and 20 archers from the Standing Army. They, too, were mounted, of course. And they were the best in their fields. But they had been pulled from a variety of Units. They didn't have the same unit cohesion of the Raiders Brigade or the Quick Cavalry.

There would be others as well. A messenger had ridden for Tiala specifically to organize a support train: food, water, tents, and servants. Morrow could have brought this from the City of Yalla, of course. But it would have been at least a day behind a train supplied from Tiala.

Also, Luna was arranging supplies using Tiala's fleet of warships, too. They could reach the coast on the Long Sea to supply Morrow's men from there. It would include both supplies and more warriors.

And Riverport just might get in on the action as well. A second messenger had been sent there. Morrow was hoping that his man Remmer could organize a small fleet to attack Survivor Bay from the waters of the Dead Coast.

In the end, if things went Morrow's way, there would be great changes ahead. They would eliminate a slaver's ring. They would eliminate yet another piracy operation. And they would have control of another bay from which commercial and military operations could be mounted.

But the most important thing, of course, was saying Rolph's life.
 
Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

City of Tiala
Sunrise, the next day:
Greta strolled down the main deck of Valiant to the gangway, stopping to study the man standing on the dock speaking with his men. A messenger from Yalla had alerted Greta to the imminent arrival of Queen Luna's man, Lord Morrow.

The messenger has also told Greta to prepare her ships for service; details had been minimal, but she had been told that blood was going to spill. Greta knew that if she didn't want that blood to be her own, she needed to gather the right people, which was precisely what she'd done.

One of the most important men she contacted was Erik. He was a horseman extraordinaire, the best in and out of the saddle. Greta had passed Luna's message to Erik last night just before midnight, and by dawn this morning, he had gathered more than 100 fresh horses from all over Tiala to replaced those that Morrow's force had ridden hard into the city from the Capital during the night.

Greta descended to the dock, giving Morrow a long up and down ogle as he turned to meet her. He was a ruggedly handsome man, and while she didn't know much about him, Greta wanted nothing more than to get him out of his clothes.

"You have what you need?" Greta asked. "Horses, food, fresh water? Do you need weapons?" She listened to Morrow's answers, then asked, "Do your men have to be on the road now...?"

She gestured toward one of the many brothels lining the dock; they were open for business 24 hours a day. "If you're in no hurry..."

She knew he was, of course, but still she asked. One of her subordinate pirate captains approached to speak to her a moment in private, after which Greta told Morrow, "Come with me, m'lord. We have something to discuss, regarding my payment."

Greta led Morrow aboard and directly to her stateroom, where she would turn and begin undressing, telling Morrow, "You're part of my payment, Lord Morrow."
 
Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

City of Tiala
Sunrise:

Morrow, the Raiders Brigade, and the Quick Cavalry had made the 400-kilometer ride from the City of Yalla to the City of Tiala in 36 hours. They'd done so by exchanging horses at three Crown-owned Cavalry Way Stations located along the coastline between the two cities.

The irony, of course, was that two of these three stations were brand new. One had been established a month ago. The other was so new that this exchange of exhausted horses for fresh mounts was the first it had performed.

Morrow had suggested the Stations to Luna as a way to quickly move troops between the Republic's larger communities. Luna, in turn, told Morrow that she'd been considering them herself even before she became Queen.

Between the Raiders Brigade and Quick Cavalry, Morrow arrived in Tiala with 70 mounted warriors. The remaining 40 swordsmen and archers, also on horseback, would arrive in smaller groups over the next two days. There hadn't been enough horses to satisfy the entire force of 110 warriors at once.

The convenient thing, though, was that smaller groups could right at full gallop to the next Way Station, change mounts, and continue. Then, a few hours behind them, the next group would follow. And again. And again.

It meant that Morrow would be able to move far more men in far less time than had ever been done before. He wished that he could claim that he'd come up with the idea himself. He hadn't. It had actually come from one of Luna's messengers, a Meretheni female named Vanna of Kinth.

Morrow didn't know much about the woman. She didn't talk much. Or she didn't talk much to him, he wasn't sure. He only knew that Luna trusted her more than she trusted anyone else in the Known World. Well, except for maybe Lady Stella.

The Cavalry Way Stations had worked perfectly. Morrow had been disappointed that there wouldn't be anything like them to the east of the City of Tiala. Then they actually arrived and learned what Luna had arranged for him.

Vanna had ridden ahead of Morrow and his force to deliver word of their arrival to key people in the City of Tiala. Morrow hadn't really expected much to be honest. Maybe a tent camp for some sleep and some hogs roasting over a pit for their first hot meal in two days.

Instead, he found a corral filled with 100 fresh mounts. Three brothels and two inns had been cleared of patrons to make available beds for Morrow's warriors. Beds both with and without warm bodies in them. There were blacksmiths and farriers to tend to the horses' needs. Men, women, and children numbering almost as many as in Morrow's Force were there to tend to whatever other needs the Force had.

As surprising as all this was, Morrow had yet another surprise awaiting him: Admiral Greta. When Morrow first heard the name, he'd been expecting a grisly old man missing an eye, a leg, or half of his teeth. Maybe all of them. Instead, he found this beautiful young woman who instantly caused his cock to swell for readiness.

"You have what you need?" Greta asked when she descended from her flagship. "Horses, food, fresh water?"

"Yes, m'lady," Morrow answered. He questioned with a bit of a smirk, "Or do I call you Admiral?"

She let the question pass without a response. Morrow imagined that he wasn't the first man to ask that question. His inquiry, of course, was inspired by her age. How the fuck did a woman this young, in her late 20's at most, rise to become Admiral of the City of Tiala's warship fleet? This was a question Morrow wanted an answer to. But he couldn't simply ask it outright without offending her.

She continued her questioning of him, "Do you need weapons?"

"We could use more arrows, Admiral, and perhaps spears," he answered. "We rode light, on the hopes of filling our needs here."

He looked to where his men were being tended to by the citizens of Tiala. "It's amazing. The Queen, you, these people. I would never have expected this. Thank you."

"Do your men have to be on the road now?" Greta asked, gesturing to his left.

Morrow followed her gesture to the buildings lining the waterfront and smiled. She was, of course, drawing his attention to the many brothels lining the dock. She suggested, "If you're in no hurry..."

Morrow chuckled. "I'm in a hurry. I have friends in danger, of course. But not all of my men need to leave with me at this very moment. I'm sure they wouldn't mind spending a few hours in a soft, warm bed." He wanted to add With their cocks inside a warm, wet whore, but he resisted. Actually, he didn't need to say it. Greta, after all, had been the one to suggest it.

One of Greta's officers, a Captain Morrow would come to realize, approached to speak to her in private. Morrow took the moment to gesture over the Commander of the Raiders Brigade.

"The men have six hours to rest," he told the most senior of his officers, adding, "Or to recreate, if they prefer." He nodded his head toward the brothels. He stressed, "Six hours! Any man not out here in six ready to ride will find himself digging latrines for the next year."

"Come with me, m'lord," Greta said after they'd both finished with their separate conversations. "We have something to discuss, regarding my payment."

This was a topic Morrow hadn't been expecting to cover. Greta, the Admiral of the City of Tiala Fleet, worked for Queen Luna. Payment should have been coming directly from the Republic's treasury. But what did Morrow know about these things?

He fell into step behind the beauty. Morrow's eyes simply could not leave her delicious ass as she led him onto the Valiant. They turned aft, headed down a ladder, and then further aft until they were in Greta's stateroom.

Morrow had been on his share of ships in his life. His travels for work had seen him journey on warships and commercial transports alike. Sometimes he'd been an honored guest with a comfortable stateroom. Sometimes he'd been a stowaway hiding in the bilge with the rats and floating logs of human feces.

He was admiring the space when suddenly he realized that Greta was undressing. His eyes widened as he inquired, "I thought we were here to discuss payment for your services, Admiral."

"You're part of my payment, Lord Morrow," she explained.

As he watched with great interest, Greta shed her leather gloves, her sleeve garters, her vest, then her blouse. With no other layer of clothing upon it, Morrows eyes fixed upon the beauty's perfect bosom. She sat on her bed to kick her boots off one after another, then stood to begin shedding her trousers.

Morrow's mind had until now been fixed unfailingly upon the young Admiral. Now, though, he suddenly recalled that he was betrothed to Stella. He suddenly remembered having just deflowered her, though, he'd told her that she'd actually been blossoming or blooming or whatever had come out of his mouth as he'd fondled her perfect bosom.

Despite the aching in his groin from a cock that had already reached full rigidity, Morrow found himself saying aloud, "I can't, m'lady. Admiral, I mean. I, I'm. I am to be married soon. To the Queen's former Handmaiden, Lady Stella."
 
Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

City of Tiala
An hour after sunrise:

Greta watched Morrow's stunned reaction as she stripped her top half clear of clothing. She was similarly shaped to Morrow's wife-to-be, Stella, but darker in skin tone due to both her hours spent under the sun nearly every day and her ethnic heritage; her people had originated on the Island of Suli in, of course, the Sulian Sea in the west of the Inner Sea.

There was another difference between Morrow's perfect Stella and Greta -- scars -- but by the angle of the man's gaze, she didn't think he was looking at them. Just barely above her beltline on her left side, Greta had an inch-long puncture wound from a dagger; on her right hip a bit higher and three times longer was the slice wound of a sword. And those were only the ones he could see now, if he could take his eyes off her tits, the left of which bore a small, black, porpoise tattoo on its firm, curved underside, while the right one was pierced through with a small ring of solid gold, the traditional method of identifying her as a member of the House of Sutla, the Royal family that owned the entirety of the island on which Greta had been born.

She was beginning to shed her trousers when Morrow said with what she was sure was deep reluctance, "I can't, m'lady. Admiral, I mean."

Greta paused to laugh, asking, "Excuse me?"

"I, I'm," he struggled. "I am to be married soon. To the Queen's former Handmaiden, Lady Stella."

"Lady Stella," Greta repeated with a bit of disapproval in her tone. "I know her ... from her time here with Princess Luna. I liked her ... not that I really knew her very well. I don't think she approved of me much. Course, it might have had something to do with the fact that the first time we met, I was bent over the then-Princess's desk ... getting royally fucked by a Fenwater Ambassador who'd been in Tiala to discuss trade between our two lands. Their pitch and swamp grease for our beef and cheese, if I recall."

Greta stood and returned to undressing, quickly rendering herself naked before Morrow. She wasn't Frenkishly groomed with an edged razor as were his last several lovers, but -- as was traditional for the women of her culture -- her curly muff was cut close to the skin with a sharp pair of scissors, and when she sat back on the bed and spread her thighs, Morrow would see that her pussy was going to be just as tasty without the threat of hairs in the teeth as Stella's, Clara's, or even the new girl living in Clara's former cottage for whom Morrow had also recently taken a pass.

"You'll come over here and please me, Lord Morrow," Greta explained with a demanding tone as the fingers of one of her hands caressed downward to open her lips, revealing the wetness of her pink folds, "Or you'll be leaving Tiala without your fresh horses ... without your men's needs slaked at the brothels ... and without a guarantee that my ships will arrive in two days' time with what you need to defeat these slavers ... and rescue your friends from danger."

When she finished, Greta took a pillow from the bed and dropped it to the floor between her feet, smirking devilishly as she explained, "For your comfort, Lord Morrow."
 
Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

City of Tiala
An hour after sunrise:

"Lady Stella," Greta repeated, the disapproval in her tone obvious.

Morrow should have known that the sea captain would be familiar with the Queen's Handmaiden. Luna had ruled the City of Tiala as Princess for a number of years. To Morrow, Stella was angelic. He wondered what Greta's issue with Stella could be.

Then she explained about the Queen's desk and the Fenwater Ambassador. Okay, I can see how Stella could think poorly of Greta for that, he thought to himself.

Greta returned to undressing. She'd been unfazed by Morrow's declaration of monogamy to Stella. It was now that he began to see the imperfections in the Admiral's body. The scars. He'd noticed the tattoo and nipple ring, of course. He had, of course, been staring hungrily at her perfect tits after all.

The scars surely told a story that Morrow wanted to hear. He wasn't going to hear it if he turned down Greta's request for pleasure. I managed to pass on Nina, he reminded himself. The most beautiful, most innocent, most appreciative Goddess ever to take her clothes off for me, and I turned her down.

But then Greta put it to him in a way she was sure would gain her what she wanted. "You'll come over here and please me, Lord Morrow, or you'll be leaving Tiala without your fresh horses ... without your men's needs slaked at the brothels ... and without a guarantee that my ships will arrive in two days' time with what you need to defeat these slavers ... and rescue your friends from danger."

Morrow suddenly found his lust amplified by anger. How fucking dare you? he thought to himself. I am on a mission from the Queen of the Republic of Yalla, your ruler!

Greta dropped a pillow on the floor, taunting, "For your comfort, Lord Morrow."

He couldn't help but smirk wide, shaking his head. He pulled loose his weapons belt, letting it drop to the deck as he moved toward her. "I won't need that pillow for my comfort. Admiral."

He went to work on his trousers' belt buckle to free his pants. Morrow's intention was to free his cock, flip Greta over, and find his comfort by fucking her from behind. Hard, fast, and deep.
 
Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

City of Tiala
An hour after sunrise:

As Greta waited for Morrow to service her, he began undressing as well, telling her, "I won't need that pillow for my comfort. Admiral."

She let him get his weapons belt off, but as he went to free his trousers' belt, her hand that had been supporting her from behind suddenly ripped a dagger out from under the bedding, bringing its tip quickly to Morrow's crotch. As he froze, Greta smiled up to him, saying with a gentle voice, "You take that thing out, m'lord ... and you'll be looking for a surgeon to reattach it."

To ensure he understood, Greta pushed the blade forward a bit, it's sharp, needle-like tip penetrating the first layer of his trousers. She knew it wasn't enough to penetrate and find flesh, but in the past when men had tried to force themselves on her, just this much had made them rethink their plans.
 
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City of Tiala
An hour after sunrise:

Morrow did indeed freeze as Greta pressed the tip of a thin but dangerous dagger into the fabric of his trousers. His hesitation was more from the surprise than from the actual fear of getting his cock sliced off or into pieces.

Greta smiled as she calmly said, "You take that thing out, m'lord ... and you'll be looking for a surgeon to reattach it."

A smile spread Morrow's lips. He knew that he could easily snatch Greta's wrist to remove the threat. He could deprive her of her weapon. And then he could flip her over and produce his as he'd planned. But he enjoyed and admired her spunk.

He slowly refastened his belt. Then, using a single fingertip, he gently pushed the knife away from his crotch before slowly sinking to his knees. He looked to her pussy, leaned in a bit, and sniffed her scent. Looking up into her eyes, he said, "Citrus."

Morrow leaned forward to run his tongue up the full length over her slit. It tasted like oranges. Suddenly, his brain screamed, The nipple ring. Oh, fuck, yes. He'd had the pleasure of fucking a client once who'd had the same ring through the same, right-side nipple. She'd been some kind of Island Princess who was wanting to claim her father's throne.

But he'd never seen his client's face. She'd insisted on anonymity, which wasn't really that uncommon in Morrow's line of work. Morrow had been intrigued by the woman, sexually so. He'd offered to do the job for free if she had sex with him. She'd agreed, and after Morrow had eaten of her citrus-flavored pussy, then fucked it hard and deep, he'd killed her father just as she'd wished.

How long ago was that? he wondered as he gave Greta's lips another swipe with his tongue. Eight years ago? Ten?

If it had been, Greta would have been about the age of the Island Princess who'd been his client. Did I make you a Queen, Greta? And if I did, what are you doing here in Tiala, commanding warships and getting your pussy eaten by strangers?

Morrow suddenly didn't care that he was on his knees by force. He scooted closer to the bed's edge and happily lapped at Greta. He listened to her sounds, judged her body language, and found just what he thought she wanted. Then, grasping her hips to hold her in place, he went to work.

When she came, Morrow didn't stop. He persisted in doing what he did so well. He wanted to earn his fresh horses and hot meals and even hotter whores. And if at any moment he thought it was his turn, Morrow would once again unfasten his belt, drop his trousers, and find his comfort inside the citrus-scented pussy of Admiral Greta of Suli.
 
Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

City of Tiala
An hour after sunrise:

Greta's lips spread with a pleased smile as Morrow refastened his belt and dropped to his knees before her. He knew he wasn't doing it because he'd actually feared being castrated; the man could have easily taken the blade, tossed it aside, and then taken Greta herself. He was going down on her as a sign of respect to her demands ... or as the obligatory step to, as he'd stated, find his comfort inside her pussy later.

"Citrus," he mused after deeply inhaling just inches from her womanhood.

Her smile widened just a hint more at his observation. Greta had a room in the Inn directly opposite the Valiant's permanently assigned mooring location, and when in port she slept there and -- nearly every morning -- took a long, hot bath simply because she could. As part of that ritual, Greta had irrigated her vagina with an orange-scented and liquid that Morrow was now enjoying.

When he lapped his tongue up the length of her pussy -- causing Greta to draw a sudden and deep breath of excitement -- he learned that it was citrus-flavored as well. Looking into his face, she saw a sudden look of familiarity resulting from the sensation. She wondered whether he was familiar with the ritual, then thought to herself, He couldn't. A man like this...? He's never 'had' a Suli Royal.

She was wrong, though, as the House of Sutla pussy on which he'd had his mouth and then into which he'd had his cock had belonged to Greta's older sister, currently the Queen of Suli. Greta had no idea that her father's death had been at the hands of the man currently working his tongue skillfully upon her pleasure button.

Ironically, if Greta had known that Morrow had killed her father, she probably would have rolled right over to let the assassin fuck her in any way he wished. Greta's father had been a horrible man and a horrible King; she had been banished from Suli for disrespecting him in public, unfortunately not before he raped her as part of his pre-banishment punishment. Greta had actually attempted to kill him, twice, but failed both times. Honestly, the only reason she was even still alive today was because her now-Queen sister had hurried her away and found her safe harbor with then-Princess Luna of Tiala.

Greta set the blade aside as she fell back onto her elbows, enjoying what Morrow was doing to her. He was so unexpectedly skilled and seemingly eager to please her, and it took far less time than she'd expected for the pleasure to build to a wonderful explosion of ecstasy; she crossed her ankles behind Morrow's head, pulling him tightly into her as she fell fully back onto the mattress and cried out loudly.

As she came down from the heights of pure delight, Greta's body relaxed, thinking they were done. But Morrow only continued lapping at her clit and fingering her hole. She casually reached a hand down to urge his head from her crotch, but he continued. She tried to tell him he'd done what she'd wanted -- to let him know he'd fulfilled his payment to her -- but she could neither get the words out nor get her hand to do the work.

Soon, the pleasure was again welling within her still-trembling body, and Greta once again tightened her legs around Morrow's head to pull his face into her crotch. A few minutes of ever-heightening cries of pleasure led to another loud explosion ... then a few minutes later, a third. Finally, unable to take any more, Greta grasped a handful of hair and used all her strength to lift Morrow's mouth from her. Gasping, she collapsed into the bed, rode the euphoria to its end, and murmured, "Roll ... me ... over ... m'lord." After a couple more gasps, Greta ordered, "Have ... your way with me ... Lord ... Morrow."
 
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City of Tiala
An hour after sunrise:
Morrow grimaced at Greta almost violently grasping a handful of his hair and lifting his head. He watched her intently as she enjoyed the euphoria he'd caused her.

It made Morrow happy to see that he'd been able to so obviously satisfy Greta. Particularly since he'd been forced to. Forced to, Morrow thought. Forced to eat this delicious pussy. Poor me.

"Roll ... me ... over ... m'lord," Greta finally ordered. "Have ... your way with me ... Lord ... Morrow."

He didn't hesitate. And he wasn't subtle. Morrow grabbed one of Greta's legs and roughly rolled her to her belly. Her legs hung over the edge of the bed, her knees almost touching the deck.

Morrow quickly freed his belt, trousers, and cock. It was rock hard. It had been since Greta has first started undressing.

Again, Morrow didn't hesitate. He grasped his shaft, found her wet hole, and pushed. He didn't care if it hurt her. He really doubted that Great did either.

Later:

Morrow collapsed upon Greta's bare backside. His heart pounded from his second orgasm.

He could have stopped after ejaculating into her the first time. It had felt wonderful, as expected. It had also felt satisfying, mentally in addition to physically.

But once hadn't been enough. Greta had held a dagger to his cock. She'd demonstrated her dominance over him. After Morrow had grunted out loudly the first time, Greta's body language had said You can't get off now We're done.

Instead, Morrow fucked her hard and deep again. He held her arms to her sides, lying stop her with his full weight. They weren't getting up until he emptied inside her again.

Morrow was sweating by the time he finished. The layer of perspiration was slick between them. He'd understood that she'd bathed that morning by her delicious scent and taste. Now she smelled like him. Like sex.

He traced a finger through the sweat on her back as he rose, saying, "Sorry about that. But you did tell me to have my way with you."

He began putting his clothing back together. He presumed they were done. And he had things to do, now that he was done doing her.
 
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City of Tiala
An hour after sunrise:

Morrow had driven Greta to orgasm twice again fucking her so hard, deep, and fast; he had a nice cock -- longer than average, thicker than average -- but more importantly, he knew how to use it. Greta had signaled after their first shared orgasm that she was ready to be done, but once he began pounding her from behind again, Greta was fine with it.

"Sorry about that," Morrow said as he arose from Greta's back. "But you did tell me to have my way with you."

Greta felt Morrow's fingertip trace across her back, her skin now coated with his sweat. His touch caused a chill to run up her spine; she chuckled, looked back over her shoulder, and -- smiling -- growled, "Fuck you, prick."

As Morrow began donning his clothes, Greta rolled over and sat up; she just watched him in silence. When he was ready to depart, Greta explained her orders from Luna regarding her fleet. She would deliver men and supplies to the coastal village on the Long Sea from which the slavers' clients shipped out their recent purchases, be they future sex slaves, other enslaved servants, or stolen goods.

"We'll have all you need that you don't want to carry by horseback," she told him. "We'll bring it up the West Bank of the river there ... leave some stages her and there in case we don't cross paths.

"We'll also capture the clients' boats," Greta went on. "We'll keep an eye out for these girls you're after."

They spoke more about Morrow mission before Greta said he could go.
 
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(OOC: Nina's pic is out of context, for anyone following the story. Just saying.)

City of Tiala
An hour after sunrise:

"Fuck you, prick."

Morrow laughed at Greta's response to having her the way he'd wanted and not the way that she had. "We've been there already, Admiral."

They talked as he continued dressing. Morrow couldn't help but notice that Greta didn't. He wondered whether she might be waiting for an encore performance.

He finished dressing and she finished describing all that she'd done for him without a request for more service, though. "Thank you for everything, Admiral."

He gave her incredible body one last ogle. "And thank you for that, too. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed you."


5 hours later:

Morrow had spent the time since leaving Greta catching up on his sleep. One of the men woke him to prepare for departure. Stepping out onto the Waterfront, he found his men ready to go. Everyone of them. Most had gotten rest. Many had gotten laid. Either way, they'd all arrived in time to ready their mounts and greet their Lord.

"What of the scouts?" he asked his Raiders Brigade Lieutenant. "Any word?"

Scouts from Tiala had been dispatched even before Morrow and his Force had arrived in the city. They'd fanned out across the countryside to the east and southeast. They were to meet up with the Force on the coast about halfway between Tiala and the smuggler's village on the Long Sea coast.

If any had returned here, Morrow knew, it would have been for one of two very different reasons. The first was that they'd discovered Rolph's rescue team safe and sound and had brought them back with them. The second was that they'd found the team dead and were instead bringing back the bodies. At this point, Morrow thought it was better that none of the scouts had returned at all.

"Let's go," Morrow told his Lieutenants as he wheeled his horse toward the east end of the Waterfront. He headed away at a gentle canter, the Force following behind with in the organized manner he expected of such a professional Force. Looking to the Valiant, he spotted Greta looking his way. He smiled and nodded but otherwise restrained any show of affection.

Morrow was torn about his relationship with women at this moment. He'd wanted to wed and bed Stella from the moment he'd met her four months earlier. She'd been a virgin when he'd first intruded upon her womanhood, of course. She'd saved herself for her future husband. She hadn't made it to her wedding night, of course. But that wasn't such a loss as her first fuck had been Morrow, and Morrow was going to be that future husband.

Men had an expectation that their wives would remain sexually faithful to them for life. It was all about ensuring that the babies who popped out of them had resulted from the seed that their husbands had planted inside them.

Things were always so for men, though. Morrow wanted Stella to be happy. And he knew that his being sexually loyal to her would make her happy. But Gods be brutal! What did Morrow do when women like Greta got naked for him and demanded that they eat their citrus-flavored pussies? What did he do when virgins like Nina dropped their clothes for him and said she belonged to him and him alone for the rest of her life?

And then there were complications, like Clara. Morrow's heart had tumbled anxiously in his chest when he'd learned that she was pregnant with his child. He'd almost wished that Rolph hadn't told him the news. Almost! Clara had sent him out of her life so that he could live a different one with Stella. She'd known what he wanted in the long term. The short term had been all about fucking Clara. But the long term had been about gaining title and lands through a marriage to a virgin Noblewoman.

Morrow would never be able to forget Clara, of course. They'd only been together for three months. But it had been the closest thing to love that he'd ever felt for a woman. No, he wouldn't forget her. But he would learn to live without her.

(Part two next.)
 
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