“He is taking advantage of this inattention and is crossing the line using this place as a staging point.” Metacari cautioned. The other figure opened the outside door and the wind buffeted us and snow flew in. Most of the lamps and torches around the walls outside, were guttering in the wind or blown out already. The figure ahead of us simply strode out like it was daring the world to see it.
“So what are we doing?” I shouted as we crossed into the unknown and headed for the keep.
We crossed over to the Keep and stopped at the servants’ entrance. “We must see for ourselves his actions. Our master will give us license to act if he knows that subversive, or violent insurgence is imminent. We have been allowed to remove him and kill any who get in our way. You will then stay here until a group from Mavvus arrives.”
They opened the door and slipped into the orange light of the keep’s kitchen. We swung around the wide wooden tables and were completely ignored as a few men and women worked over the wide kitchen cook fire. We walked normally until we reached the common areas of the keep. Looking around, we were relieved to notice that in the residence areas of the keep people were quite scarce.
I snatched a cloak to cover myself as we snuck around. I wanted to look less like a dirty prisoner with blood down his shirt.
The women led me seeming to know where to go but stopped me when we got to the outer study next to what I assumed would be the library. Hastily, we ducked around a corner into a wall abscess and watched two people at the door.
A well dressed woman was on her knees before the door. She seemed to be sobbing as she was made to service a man with her mouth. I was starting to gather from the litany of curses he spat at her that she was the noble’s wife and he was a servant, or someone of lower station. I couldn’t understand how this power balance had been struck but in between his slapping her with his cock, spitting on her face, and the cursing I could see she seemed pretty sad about the present situation.
“Fucking whore keep sucking it faster! Deeper!” He taunted as he choked her.
Below him, she only made wet gagging noises as she struggled to comply. “Fucking whore, hurry up or you’ll be late! Faster!” He gagged her again harder and tugged her head around onto his cock.
Finally, he sighed stiffening, and held her down as I assumed he came in her mouth.
“Fuck, now get up. Say a word and you’ll get the lash.” He straightened himself up as she tugged her clothes into place and turned to open the door.
“Sir, your wife is here as you commanded…”
Metacari pulled me away as they walked in. Around the corner, their voices died away. We went down the wood paneled halls of the study and crept along the outer wall of the library. We rounded another corner and found a second doorway at the rear. Metacari cracked it and took a peak then pulled me over to sneak a look inside.
We were along the wall of the back of the library. The fireplace was to our right and before us I could see the Baronet was gesturing to the two out of sight who just entered.
“…apologize to me? I don’t care! You’re here when I call you! What were you doing whore? What were you doing?” I heard a mumbled response from the terrorized woman.
“You have been nothing but trouble and now you want to apologize?” The man snatched her and pulled her into view. “I don’t take apologies from your whore mouth.” He tugged her over to him and bent her over the table flipping up her dress like a bar whore.
He felt up what I assumed was her back hole by her disgusted grimace and the ashamed look she had. “This is where I take my apologies from. This hole right here.” Behind her, he exaggerated his gestures and loudly exposed his already hard cock. As she heard him, the wife cried anew and cringed lower into the table more and more.
He slapped her ass hard making her jump. “Now apologize!” he slapped it twice more.
“Merin forgive me!” She blubbered.
He grinned behind her. “I shall try.” Without any more words, he appeared to bugger her.
She wailed pitifully as he entered her and moaned as he used her. Metacari got excited over the noise and straddled my leg to rub against me as she listened to the poor woman’s violation. I was reminded again how deranged these women were.
For several steamy minutes, the noble woman and I were used for pleasure. Metacari finished first and backed off after patting my back like a well performing puppy. The noble man seemed to take his time and wasn’t as rough on his wife as my fellow accomplice had grinded on me.
He finally came and shot into her exaggerating a yell of how great it was as he fell forward onto his hands over her.
He was still inside her when he turned to the blushing attendant. “Get this meat out of here.” He said dismissively.
As the aide grabbed up the woman she tensed as he touched her. “Bring that witness.” The noble said from behind them. “She is a real flower. Maybe when her husband is dead I’ll marry her.”
I tensed at the words, not so much at my death since I considered that in the cart on the way to the jail hours ago. No one can have Flarni. This fool can’t keep his wife happy that’s his own problem, but Flarni has NEEDS. He can’t, and likely won’t, understand or provide for her.
Metacari clamped me down before I shouted, or moved. Her breath was in my ear and her breasts were pressed hard to my back. “We need to know…” She whispered.
Her devious words did little to calm me. I noticed that change, this new impulsiveness. This ‘noble’ could be killed, and I was aware just how easy it would be. He was even scheduled to die by these girls hands but they wanted him to talk himself into the grave while I waited.
I waited I waited and it happened. Flarni was led in and seated facing away from us. He sat with her after the aide left. He seemed to try consoling her. Then he proved how little he understood her and started asking questions.
Flarni never spoke in more than a faint whisper, or a mumble. She was lucky to even give a reasonable answer to a question and a correct answer was subjective. He danced with her for a while. I knew from the way he asked his questions, with all the dates and times he threw in, that Flarni would give him either a numbered answer or a random date. I was glad to see him get obviously frustrated, it seemed Flarni’s addled mind was missing the point, or even the question.
Finally he stood. “Your husband will be dead soon. I don’t need the court in my business. You would do well to understand that a flower like you would be bruised anywhere but here close to me.”
This was the part I feared. I almost hyper ventilated watching him walk to the fire. I hoped he fell in. The look of smug arrogance grated on me. Metacari pulled me from the wall and dragged me down to the first door where we had watched the wife of this supposed man of power be raped.
Our guide stopped us and cracked open the door. Inside was mumblings from the fucking noble as he continued to slide his words seduction at her. Metacari pushed me back against the wall. “Stay here I’ll come back.”
Just like that, they disappeared into the library. In an instant, they returned and Metacari held Flarni my dear the real Flarni. I hugged her up and pulled back to look at her but Metacari snatched her away again and pulled her down the hall. Like a dog chasing a tied bone I hungrily followed them back to the side door to watch their game.
The witch in Flarni’s form was good but her clothes were different. The fool didn’t notice as he walked around to her.
She looked at the man bright eyed and right on cue he strutted over to her. “Why are you such a great man?” Flarni asked in a clear voice I haven’t heard in years.
“I’ll be king one day.” He said dropping down to steal a peck with his arms around Flarni.
She turned her head and avoided his kiss and slid her hands up his arms. “Oh? And will you be in the court in Lafaust by the strength of these arms?”
“Not Lafaust, here.” He stood and looked off into the fire with a gleam of ambition in his eyes.
She was amused with his posturing and rubbed his thighs. “Oh? Menthino just got a young King. I fear he will rise against you if you proclaim yourself.”
“I will fight for my title. Too long these lands have been ignored by the fools in their distant cold castles!” He raised a fist in self-righteous glory.
She looked up at him in obvious bewilderment. “But milord, you are the Crown’s man. Were you not the hand of the Crown who made sure these lands were not neglected, or its people forgotten?” She softly pounded her fists on his hips.
He caught her hands quickly. “Yes dear it was I, it was I who guided and shepherded our people. I led them when the Crown turned its back. Soon I will cast off their mantle and I shall make one anew. You shall be my flower. You can even have your husband stay alive if you convince him to serve me when the time comes. He will be dead by morning, unless you chose to come to me.”
Flarni seemed quiet for a moment. “When will you take what is yours?”
“Soon.” He unslung his pants and pushed them down and brought up his cock. “First you will chose me and give me those sweet pouting lips, your delicate tongue, those pale soft cheeks, and look with reverence with those soft blue eyes upon your lord. Know that you serve the man who will be king of our lands!”
Flarni demurred turning her head coyly. “How can you know this will all come to pass? I would not want to be sent to the gallows for following a man so intent on finding death.”
“I have an army.” He said hastily. “Several thousand men willing to fight and overthrow some of the Counts and even the Marquis.” He tried again unsuccessfully to take her mouth. “I will have my lands carved clear from the Crowns clutches. The Crown doesn’t have the will to fight as I do. I will defeat them with my heart and determination.”
Flarni turned to him. “I like that.” She breathed. Her hand came around to push away his hands and lift his cock. He watched her wide eyed as she took him into her mouth. Even knowing it wasn’t really Flarni I felt my heart break again watching her take this man. She showed gentleness and warmth as she suckled him. My wife slurped and licked him with compassion for a few minutes. She put her hands on his hips and allowed him to clamp onto her and thrust into her face. He really fell over into her and seemed to hug her neck as she bobbed into him.
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