"The Queen's Assassin" (closed)

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Second City
Outside the Secondary City Wall of the City of Yalla
Late Evening:

"Nina" -- as her friends and family called Ninaparrakania -- was helping put her little brother and sister to bed when she heard a stranger called out, "Clara...? Clara!"

Her father rushed out of the bedroom, followed by everyone else; Nina had been on the backside of the bed and was the last to make the doorway. She heard her father's pleas -- first in their native language, then in Common Tongue almost exclusively spoken in the City of Yalla -- for the stranger not to hurt the children.

Peeking out through the doorway drape, Nina knew exactly who the man who'd invaded their home was: Morrow, the former lover of the home's previous occupant, Clara.

"You live here?" Morrow questioned, following up after her father's silence, "Do you live here now?"

"Yes, m'lord," Nina said, stepping out into his view. "Is our home now."

She stepped between her mother and father, patting the heads of the little ones reassuringly as she whispered to them in the Virtish that they were learning alongside Common, "Do not be afraid. This man is not going to hurt anyone. I promise."

She continued out into the room, curling off to the right in an attempt to pull Morrow's attention away from the others; she might have been barely half a fortnight past her 18th birthday, but Nina considered herself just as much a protector of her family as her mother or father.

"Clara gone, m'lord," she told Morrow. She counted back in her head, clarifying, "Clara gone, six days." She continued moving, unaware of the effect the fire's penetration light was having on her dress, nor the effect that her silhouette was having on Morrow; she stopped near a box sitting atop a small table as she said about Clara, "She give cottage to us. To me. To family. I have paper, prove."

Nina's mother began ragging on her about the stranger in their house, wanting to know what was happening; her mother had made the assumption -- correct as it was -- that Nina knew who this man was and should provide such information to her parents. Nina instead told them to go back to the bedroom, put the kids to bed, and wait until she returned with an update.

In Virtish, her father asked Nina accusingly, "Is this him...? Is the man ... the one who you have to--"

"Yes, father!" she cut him off. Continuing in his language, she chastised, "Unless you have a better idea for keeping up in this home. Would you rather live on the streets again ... with the rats ... and disease ... and thugs?"

The argument continued a bit more before her parents finally took the other two children to the back room. She looked to Morrow again, smiling, then introduced herself, "I am Ninaparrakania. Nina. You call me Nina, please m'lord." She smiled again, asking, "You are Lord Morrow...? Morrow Tyne, Viscount of Orland." Then, pausing and smiling knowingly, added, "Clara's lover, yes?"

Nina turned up the wick on the lantern sitting upon the table, then opened the wooden box, dug around, and withdrew a piece of rolled parchment. As she approached Morrow, she pulled off the little bowed ribbon and handed the unrolled sheet to him. "Deed. To house. Clara give home. Paper says so she says."

Nina wasn't at all literate in Common, though, she did read and write in Virtish enough to get along. Clara had told her what the parchment said, and she assumed that it was legitimate. She asked with hope, "Is true, yes? Home belong me and family?"

She listened to Morrow's reply, then smiled and offered out her hand invitingly. When Morrow looked to her again, she said, "Can make pay now if want. Other night if want." Morrow looked confused, so Nina explained, "Clara give home to me, for me give sex to you. We sex now?"

 

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Second City
Outside the Secondary City Wall of the City of Yalla
Late Evening:

Morrow had understood some of the words that Nina had spoken in Virtish to her father. She"d been discussing living in the streets. That had been apparent.

Morrow had spent some time living there. He knew the dangers.

The two of them were alone finally. She introduced herself. "I am Ninaparrakania. Nina. You call me Nina, please m'lord."

Her full name verified what Morrow had already determined by their language. The family was from Vint. But then Nina surprised him.

"You are Lord Morrow...?" she asked knowingly. "Morrow Tyne, Viscount of Orland."
Initially Morrow thought she recognized him by his appearance. Morrow tried to keep a low profile generally. Being really recognizable made being an assassin or you difficult, obviously.

But there were people, particularly in the lower class, who knew him. Most were the intelligence contacts Morrow had made. Many others were the whores who'd sucked his cock.
Morrow gave the young beauty another long head to your ogle. He didn't remember ever having his cock inside any of her holes. And Nina Morrow would have remembered.
Then, she made this very clear to him. She smiled and said, "Clara's lover, yes?"

Morrow had misunderstood. He hadn't believed that Nina or her family had actually known Clara. She handed him a scroll of parchment.

"Deed," she said as he unrolled it. "To house. Clara give home. Paper says so she says."

Morrow began reading the document. It had been produced by someone other than Clara. She had been literate enough to write all the words Morrow was reading. But she hadn't known the legal context in which the words were used. Thus the unfamiliar handwriting.

"Is true, yes?" Nina asked. "Home belong me and family?"

Morrow got to the bottom. To Clara's familiar handwriting where she'd signed the deed. And left a personal note.

"Yes," Morrow confirmed. "The cottage belongs to you and your family now."

Nina offered out a hand. Morrow misunderstood. He offered back the scroll. But what Nina wanted was Morrow's hand. She said, "Can make pay now if want. Other night if want."

Morrow was confused. He was about to ask whether not the family had actually paid coin for the cottage yet. Paid Clara.

The cottage actually belonged to Morrow. He'd put out the coin for it. He had put it in Clara's name, though. The Republic of Y'all's was one of the few States in the Known World where Commoner females could own land in their own name.

Then Nina explained, "Clara give home to me, for me give sex to you."

Suddenly things became much, much clearer. Clara had traded the home to the family for the sexual service of the family's incredibly beautiful daughter.

Morrow couldn't help but laugh. That caught Nina off guard, resulting in a curious expression. He said, "Clara knows what I like, that's for certain."

Nina asked, "We sex now?

"We fuck now?" Morrow corrected in Virtish. She nodded her understanding. Morrow asked knowingly, "Clara said you and your family could have the cottage if you let me fuck you, yes?"

Again Nina confirmed.

Morrow asked, "How many times? How many times do I get to fuck you in exchange for the cottage, Nina? I mean, how much was this place, the house, the land--"

Morrow had seen some of the livestock still present when he arrived. He doubted that Clara had taken the time to sell off the stock. Luna would have given her enough coin before leaving Yalla to buy a thousand hogs, goats, or chicken.

He continued, "--the livestock, the cart. How much was it worth?"

Morrow wasn't asking because he was concerned that Nina and her family had underpaid or anything like that. For all he cared, Clara could have given it to Nina free and clear.

He was simply curious as to how much Nina had paid or was now willing to pay for the home. One fuck? A fuck and a suck both? Several of each?

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

What was once Clara's Cottage
Second City
The City of Yalla
Late Evening:

Nina was relieved -- and somewhat excited -- to learn that Clara's reassurance about the deed to the property were legitimate; there had been a concern amongst her parents -- who were even less literate than Nina, even in their native tongue -- that the document wasn't worth the parchment on which it had been written.

"The cottage belongs to you and your family now," Morrow confirmed. He laughed when Nina offered to make payment.

Nina asked timidly, "What wrong, m'lord?"

"Clara knows what I like," he responded, "that's for certain."

Nina waggled her fingers invitingly at Morrow, asking, "We sex now?

"We fuck now?" he corrected in Virtish.

She might have been a young girl from the provinces, but Nina understood that word. She nodded confirmation, repeating in Common, "We fuck now."

"Clara said you and your family could have the cottage if you let me fuck you, yes?" Morrow asked. Nina confirmed, and Morrow asked, "How many times? How many times do I get to fuck you in exchange for the cottage, Nina?"

He went into detail about all that the family had been given by Clara. It was, of course, a lot. Nina's parents had had far less than this in Virt when they'd sold everything to buy passage on a boat to Yalla. And after arriving here, despite their hard work, they could never have been able to get this much either.

Despite the better living conditions for the Peasant and Commoner Classes in the Republic of Yalla, life was still hard here for the poor; taxes were still too high to easily get ahead, the law wasn't fairly administered amongst the Classes, and when emergency struck -- such as the recent floods, which has taken Nina's home -- the assistance from the Nobility and Royalty simply didn't go far enough.

Morrow stressed, "How much was it worth?"

"Is worth more I give," Nina answered, correcting, "More than I can give, m'lord. I can give only all."

At that, Nina pulled her sleeping gown off her shoulders and let it fall to the rug covered floor, gathering about her bare feet. She stepped out of it, closer to Morrow, the multiple light sources revealing her naked body as magnificent, with flawless skin, firm cantaloupe-sized breasts, a dramatic hourglass shaped body, and long, sleek legs.

She was Freakishly groomed, too, a result of her association with Clara; her prominent inner labia and even the to of her clit revealed themselves at the meeting of her thighs.

She gave Morrow a moment to admire her, then slowly turned fully around to let him see her backside, which was perfect as well. Facing Morrow again, Nina's expression became a bit more worried.

In answer to Morrow's question about how many times he got to fuck her, Nina said, "Always, m'lord." She paused, then clarified, "I am yours, Lord Morrow. For always. Until you not want anymore."

Stepping closer again Nina's asked, "I not be made with baby first time, no, m'lord? Seed not find garden first time...?"