"The Queen's Assassin" (closed)

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

The Windham House
Home of Lord Rolph
Between the Village of Treyla and the Ulronni Keep

Betty's heart was pounding as she stood before Rolph, her robe open to reveal her front side in its full nakedness; the robe slipped from her shoulders to rest upon her bent arms, only making the scene more erotic in nature. Her uncle's gaze took a walk up and down and up again, taking her in like he never had before and -- if she didn't preserve their prospective relationship together -- he likely never would again.

Finally, he asked with a shocked tone, "That's, that's why you went to the Nomadi last night?" She tried to speak, couldn't, and nodded instead. He continued, "You, you had them do this?"

Betty was uncertain about his question, thinking that maybe he was either disappointed or appalled by what he was seeing; sure, seeing her naked was surely a joy for him, but what if he saw the Frenkish Grooming as unnatural, even damage?

She hesitated before answering, not wanting to continue lying to him any more than was necessary. "No, m'lord, they ... the Nomadi ... they didn't do this to me. Lady Clara did ... before she left. I ... I went to the Nomadi camp to have the blades sharpened ... so that I can..."

Betty went silent; studying Rolph's reaction -- his expression and body language -- she still hadn't fully decided whether or not he saw the Grooming as a good thing or not. And, of course, there were other concerns far beyond just the fact that another person -- female or not didn't matter -- had done this to her. Clara had assured Betty that Frenkish Grooming was performed upon women by other women all across the Known World, and that there was nothing dishonorable or even overtly sexual about having the Art performed by that second person.

"Do you not like it, uncle?" Betty asked. She let the robe fall to gather about her feet, then performed a slow, full turn, showing him her profile, her backside, and her profile again as she explained, "Lady Clara helped me shaved my legs, too ... all around."

"Why?" Rolph said, breaking his silence. "I mean, why now?"

"For you, m'lord," Betty said without hesitation. "Lady--" She paused, feeling as though she was speaking of the other woman as though they weren't friends, let alone lovers. She began again, "Clara said that men liked the Frenkish way."

Betty didn't realize that her reference to men in general might be misconstrued. By the time she realized her error, Rolph was asking with a weak voice, "Are you still a virgin, m'lady?"

Instantly, the color in Betty's face flushed away. How was she supposed to honestly answer Rolph's question when she didn't honestly understand the definition of virgin. Had she ceased being a virgin when she let Clara put her mouth to her womanhood and drive her to the first explosive orgasm of her life? Had she ceased being pure when she'd learn to do the same to Clara? What about watching the Nomadi siblings? Watching Payley suck her brother's cock, making it spew his seed all over his torso and her hand, seed that she then licked up and swallowed before letting him fuck her? Betty had fingered Payley, helping her toward her euphoric explosion. Had that ended Betty's purity?

"I have never had sex with a male, m'lord," she answered as she began a slow approach toward Rolph. "I promise you that, uncle. No man has ever touched me ... and I have never touched a man." She went silent a moment, continuing forward. "Clara ... and I ... she ... taught me ... taught me what it felt like to be a woman."

She stopped, now within Rolph's reach as she looked into his eyes and continued her confession, "I am not sorry that I was with Clara in that way. She believed that I needed to know ... to know what it felt like ... so that when I was with you for the first time, uncle ... that I wouldn't be afraid ... so that I would be overwhelmed by the great joy that I'm sure you can give me ... that you can share with me."

Betty reached out to take one of Rolph's hand with the intention of placing it upon on of her bared breasts ... to encourage him to caress it, grope it, toy with its pert, swollen nipple ... and, if he chose to do so ... to take her to her bed and make love to her.

 

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

The Windham House
Home of Lord Rolph
Between the Village of Treyla and the Ulronni Keep

"No, m'lord, they, the Nomadi, they didn't do this to me," Betty told Rolph when he asked who'd shaved her body. "Lady Clara did, before she left. I, I went to the Nomadi camp to have the blades sharpened, so that I can..."

She went silent. Rolph's reaction must have told her that he was unhappy with what he was seeing. He wasn't. Not all. He was just shocked and confused.

Shocked because he would never have expected this. Before Clara, Betty hadn't had any really close female friends. At least none that she'd spoken of with Rolph. Her mother had died before Betty had reached puberty. And she didn't have a Handmaiden per se. There were female servants at home. But Betty had never spoken of them as being close enough to suggest the Frenkish Grooming Arts, let alone perform them upon her.

His confusion, of course, centered on his lingering question about Betty's purity. His brain was torn on what he should believe. He almost missed Betty's question, "Do you not like it, uncle?"

Of course, her dropping the robe and turning to show her full nudeness didn't clear the confusion. Rolph couldn't believe what he was seeing. She was perfect. Everything about her that should be rounded was. Everything about her that should be tight was. Soft? That, too.

She told him, "Lady Clara helped me shaved my legs, too, all around."

"Why?" Rolph found himself asking. It was an unexpected question even for him. He clarified, "I mean, why now?"

"For you, m'lord," Betty answered without hesitation. "Lady-- Clara said that men liked the Frenkish way."

Clara had been right, of course. Rolph had enjoyed many shaven women over the years. The sex was somehow more erotic. That usually led to it being more enjoyable. Rolph didn't eat out many women. That was more because most of his lovers had been whores, upscale and otherwise. He was paying women to pleasure him, not the other way around.

But some of his lovers had been with him for reasons other than silver or gold. Of those, he'd so badly wanted them to enjoy their time together as much as he'd planned. Eating out a shaven pussy had always been such a joy for him. Eating out Clara had been an extreme joy. Rolph had questioned whether or not she might have actually been a whore. Still, he'd spent a good long time with his head between her thighs, driving her to multiple, euphoric explosions and loved it.

There was still that dreadful question bouncing around the inside of Rolph's skull. He didn't know how to ask it. He decided to be frank. "Are you still a virgin, m'lady?"

Betty's reaction showed what Rolph thought was horror at his question. He looked away, angry with himself. Looking back and speaking with desperation, he begged, "Be truthful with me, Betty. Please."

"I have never had sex with a male, m'lord," she answered.

It didn't take his full attention for Rolph to note that she'd said with a male. He knew, of course, that Betty and Clara had enjoyed each other's bodies. He watched them from the hallway while stroking his own cock.

He never even considered the possibility that Betty had had sex with a female in the Nomadi camp, let alone a male.

"I promise you that, uncle," Betty said. "No man has ever touched me ... and I have never touched a man."

Rolph studied his niece's face a moment. He decided that he believed her. She considered, "Clara and I, she taught me, taught me what it felt like to be a woman."

He tried to contain his smirk but failed. He knew about the two women, of course. He wondered whether or not he should tell Betty so.

"I am not sorry that I was with Clara in that way," she continued. "She believed that I needed to know ... to know what it felt like ... so that when I was with you for the first time, uncle..."

"With me?" Rolph cut in, surprised. "When did--" He didn't finish his question. He'd been about to ask Betty when she'd decided that he would be her first lover. Male lover anyway.

She continued her explanation, "That I wouldn't be afraid, so that I would be overwhelmed by the great joy that I'm sure you can give me, that you can share with me."

This time, Rolph didn't attempt to hide his smile. She wanted him to please her. She wanted him to send her to heights of ecstasy. He wanted that, too. Worse than she did, Rolph was sure.

Then, Betty reached out and and took his hand. Rolph didn't resist as she lifted it to her bared breast. He eagerly cupped it, squeezing gently. She enjoyed it. That was obvious. He moved closer, wrapping his free hand around Betty's back and pulling her to him for a kiss.

They'd kissed once before, of course. But Betty had ended it. She'd been afraid. She'd fled to Clara. Maybe to ask about what she and he had been doing. Maybe to satisfy her lust with a known factor, the woman she'd already had sex with.

Rolph deepened the passion, with mouth, hands, and body. Betty reciprocated, which greatly pleased him. The feel of her naked body in his hands and against his body, clothed as it was, was overwhelming. He leaned to sweep her up in his arms, carrying her to her bed.

He laid her down in the middle and immediately began undressing. Looking down on her, Rolph couldn't wait to push himself into her. But then he hesitated. His lust and desire for Betty was immeasurable. But Rolph's brain was suddenly reminding of what the two of them were supposed to be doing today: ask her father for his blessing for their marriage.

"We can't," he murmured softly, lowering his eyes. He hesitated, then clarified, "I can't."

Rolph wondered whether or not he was he doing the right thing by denying Betty what she wanted? He was. He was sure of it. Rolph looked to her, trying to keep his eyes on hers. He failed. She was simply too erotically beautiful not to ogle.

"I want to be with you, Betty, so badly," he told her. He picked up her robe and laid it over her, hiding her womanly features. He explained, "But I want to be with you again and again. As my wife, m'lady. I can't do that, have you again and again, if I have you now.

"I can't ask your father for his blessing to marry you if I've already been with you in this way," Rolph went on. "He will ask. I'm certain of it. I would. And he will accuse me of having violated you. To him, this is a violation. A betrayal. He would never allow us to marry. He would never allow you to visit me again. He would send you to Tella-Un, to be locked away in some dark, damp, drafty nunnery. I can't do that to you, m'lady."

 

[HumanBean]

(OOC: This continues the storyline from Post #99.)

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Central Commercial District
Capital City of Yalla
Republic of Yalla

Late morning:

Morrow was busy getting his cock sucked when he was alerted to the arrival of Luna and Stella. He would have preferred to continue to climax. But they'd only just begun. He didn't want the Queen to wait. He refastened his clothing and donned his weapons belt. Standing, he handed the woman several Silver Sovereigns. "We'll finish this another time."

Downstairs, he smiled to the women, bowing to Luna. "My Queen. Good to see you. Sorry to make you come out into the city like this."

"It's good to see you again, m'lord," Luna greeted him.

Morrow reached for Stella's hand, kissing it as he looked into her eyes. With a more suggestive tone, he said, "Lady Stella, a pleasure as well."

"I received word that you had something to show me...?"

"Yes," he confirmed. "Please, come with me." He looked to Stella, saying, "It would be better if you remained here."

If Stella insisted on coming, Morrow wouldn't stop her. He headed for a door that opened into another room. Inside, a trio of his mercenaries stood at the room's windows. They were dividing their attention between the streets outside and the man bound by ropes to a chair.

"My Queen, please let me introduce you to Lord Jarwik of Indingo," Morrow said. His tone sounded friendly and respectful. They didn't seem to go with Jarwik's injuries, though. Both eyes were swollen shut or nearly so. He had cuts all across his face. His lips were cut or swollen or both. Still friendly, Morrow said, "Lord Jarwik owns a pair of ships that transport Viscount Ulronni's copper ore to some locations outside of Yalla. He was about to tell us those locations and the customers he is serving. Weren't you, m'lord?"

Morrow nodded to the mercenary nearest Jarwik. The man slammed a fist into the Noble's nose. A stomach-turning sound of the bone breaking was accompanied by a gushing of blood down his face. Morrow looked to Luna (and Stella?). If they appeared appalled by the violence, he would apologize.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

The Windham House
Home of Lord Rolph
Between the Village of Treyla and the Ulronni Keep

Late morning:

Betty giggled in joy as Rolph swept her up into his arms, carrying her light form easily across her room to and dropping her gently upon her bed. She wanted this so badly, and yet she was trembling at not fully understanding what to expect. She'd watched the Nomadi siblings fuck one another to explosive orgasms, something they'd done for her, for her to learn, and yet Betty still didn't comprehend what it meant to have a man's cock inside her.

Then, as she moved back into the bed to await Rolph's undressing, he went still and silent for a long moment before murmuring softly, "We can't ... I can't."

Her heart dropped, leading her to ask softly, "Why not, m'lord. Did I ... have I ... done something wrong, uncle? Please, tell me."

He explained that he wanted to be with her, but that it couldn't happen like this. "I can't ask your father for his blessing to marry you if I've already been with you in this way."

Betty understood what Rolph was saying, not that she agreed with it. He collected her robe and offered it to her, leading the suddenly very self-conscious girl to use it to hide her womanly features. She suddenly felt silly and naive; she thought she'd learned what she needed to make this happen with Rolph, only to have him reject her.

"To him, this is a violation," he continued, "A betrayal. He would never allow us to marry."

He spoke about how they'd never see each other again, with Betty likely being sent away to isolation on the distant, Holy peninsula of Tella-Un. She sat up, keeping herself covered as she pleaded, "He wouldn't. He couldn't. I am his only daughter. His only child. His heir!"

But even as she was saying it, Betty knew that her father would do just that; he would rather send her away, find a new wife who would give him a son, and start all over. The only reason her father had tried to find a new wife to birth him a proper heir following Delora's death was that he had known that Betty hadn't yet gotten over her mother's death. Betty had heard the rumors at Noble parties, balls, and other events about her father; the word was that as soon as he married Betty off, he was going to wed again and fuck away until a son popped out of his new wife, producing an Heir Apparent to replace Betty, who was only his Heir Presumptive.

"I can't do that to you, m'lady," Rolph finished.

Betty wanted to talk him out of his decision, but she knew that he was right. Sitting up, slipping the robe on, and tying it around her waist again, she stepped off the bed to her feet and wrapped her arms around Rolph. She held him tightly for the longest time, eventually pulling back to look up into his face and say, "I understand, uncle."

She stood on her toes, urging him to kiss her again. When they separated, she asked, "Will you send Mantha up to help me pack my things? I will be ready to leave for home very shortly."

After Rolph departed, Betty almost immediately broke down, sobbing and crying for several minutes until the house servant knocked, entered, saw her Mistress bawling, and came to hold her until she'd calmed down. In less than an hour, Betty was dressed and packed for departure. One of the men who often worked inside the castle retrieved Betty's trunk and six soft-sided bags, loading them atop the coach.

She caught the look that Rolph gave her when he saw how many bags she'd packed; they included essentially everything of hers here that was important to her, from clothes to riding gear to trinkets. Waiting until no one else could hear her, Betty explained, "If my father refuses his blessing, uncle ... I ... I don't think I could bear coming back here ... knowing that I would never be yours."

She took the helping man's offered hand and stepped up into the coach.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Central Commercial District
Capital City of Yalla
Republic of Yalla

Late morning:

"It would be better if you remained here," Morrow told Stella, not wanting her to see what was in the other room.

Luna looked to her Handmaiden, saying softly, "Remain here. We won't be long." She looked to the Warrior Elites in the room with her with an expectant expression. They nodded their understanding that she was to be protected from all dangers, including -- if necessary -- the armed men who served Lord Morrow.

Stella met the assassin's gaze as he headed away, giving him a slight smile. Deep down, she knew that he was entirely the wrong kind of man with whom she should be involved, let alone the man to whom she should surrender her virginity. And yet there was simply something about him that -- in Queen Luna's own words -- made her all warm and fuzzy inside.

"My Queen, please let me introduce you to Lord Jarwik of Indingo," Morrow said after Luna had followed him into the other room. He explained about the Noble's connection to Viscount Ulronni's illicit copper ore business, saying, "He was about to tell us those locations and the customers he is serving. Weren't you, m'lord?"

Suddenly, one of Morrow's hired thugs pounded a fist directly into the man's face. Jarwik grunted, then cried out; his face exploded with blood, a thick, red flood of it flowing down the center of his face. The strike had startled Luna, but she quickly regained her composure, soon enough to prevent Morrow from seeing her reaction.

The man who'd struck Jarwik flexed the fingers of the striking hand, grimacing as he casually said, "I think I broke a finger that time." He looked to Morrow and laughed, then looked to Luna, hesitated, nodded his head, and apologized, "Forgive me, My Queen."

"No need to apologize," she said as casually as he had asked for forgiveness. She stepped closer to the groaning man, studying him a moment before asking, "Have you heard the saying ... the way of the stick or the way of the cheese, Lord Jarwik?" The man didn't respond, leading Luna to point an extended, gloved index finger at Morrow, saying, "That ... is the way of the stick."

The torturer cleared his throat, looking for Luna's attention and correction. She smiled to him, saying as she gestured to him instead, "Correction. Sorry. He is the stick." The man chuckled before thanking Luna. She looked back to Jarwick, continuing, "I ... am the way of the cheese. I can make this end. I can see to it that you leave here without suffering any further damage. I can see to it that you keep your boats and your ability to continue your way of living ... of supporting your family. I can even see to it that you land lucrative Crown contracts ... enough business and the gold that comes with it to double your fleet ... triple it."

She turned away, giving him a moment to consider her offer; she leaned against a table near Morrow, studying Jarwik as blood continued to flow down his face into his mouth and down his chin into his collar. "All you have to do ... is tell my friend here--" She tilted her head toward Morrow. "--where your ships are heading when they next leave port ... and to whom those shipments are going. Every detail. Be sure not to leave anything out, m'lord. You wouldn't want me to pull back my offer in the days to come because you--"

Crying out and spitting blood with each word, Jarwik said, "I will! I will! I'll tell you everything, anything. Just ... don't hit me anymore!" He sobbed as he rambled on, reassuring Luna that he wouldn't resist any further. She turned her back to the man and said softly to Morrow, "Well, that was easier than I'd expected." Turning back toward the blathering Nobleman, she said to the men surrounding him, "Why don't we free Lord Jarwik from his bindings ... get him some water and a towel to clean up his face and something to eat. I thought I smelled Sweet Bread and Vellick Berry jam out in the other room."

She turned for the door, meeting Morrow's gaze as she said, "I'll be in the other room. Get it all. If you have to, break some fingers. But only if he holds out. I want him to think he's getting the cheese."

Some time later:

Luna and Stella sat near the fireplace with a small fire in it, trying their best to keep warm on this unusually cold day. Eventually, Morrow emerged to report that he'd gotten everything they wanted from the man. Luna asked with a doubtful tone, "All of it? He didn't hold anything back?"

Morrow reassured her that there wasn't anything more to get from the man. Luna considered the news a moment before asking a pair of the Warrior Elite Bodyguards to escort Stella outside. She was hesitant initially -- she knew something untoward was about to happen -- but then did as requested. Once Luna was the only female left in the room, she gestured to another Bodyguard; he pulled a purse from his belt, handing it to her. She opened it to show Morrow the Gold Sovereigns in it; it was a lot of coin, but then he had a lot of men here to pay off after he decided how much of the payoff would remain in his own pocket.

As Morrow took the purse and thanked her, Luna stepped closer to him, asking quietly, "How many men have you identified as being involved in this conspiracy?" Morrow answered; it surprised her to hear a number that high. She asked, "If you had all the men you needed--"

She glanced around her at the mercenaries, then back to Morrow. "--including your men, any of my men you needed ... could you sweep up all of these men in a short enough time frame to prevent any of them from knowing what was coming and escape." He again answered Luna, a response that again surprised but pleased her, too.

She looked to the door beyond which Lord Jarwik was still being held, bound or not Luna didn't know, and told her assassin, "Gather them all ... every ... last ... fucking thief of them. Once you have them all ... bring them to the Castle. Feel free to make a spectacle of it. Let the people see what happens when you betray the Crown ... my crown."

Luna listened to Morrow's last words if he had any and turned to leave, then paused. She turned and strode purposefully to the other room again, pulled the dagger she carried on her left hip with her left hand so that she was holding it in a stabbing position, and with all the force she could muster, sunk the blade into Lord Jarwik's chest all the way to the hilt. The man tried to cry out, but nothing came out.

The Queen stared into the Nobleman's eyes with great intensity until his head fell back, signaling the end of his corrupt life. Luna attempted to pull the blade out, only to find that its tip had lodge in the back of the wooden chair. She looked to the Warrior Elite who had followed her inside to be close in the case of trouble, asking, "Would you mind?"

The man stepped over, grasped the dagger's hilt, and jerked it outward; a spray of blood shot onto his reversed cloak, to which he only added more of the red stuff when he cleaned the blade off before offering it back to Luna. She looked to Morrow with a serious expression, saying before she left to repeat her route in reverse order, "We have a lot of work ahead of, m'lord. Let's get started."