by Lexi Hots
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“These are the Royal barracks, mercenary, and not some roadside inn for you to order what you will.” The fat man waved his wooden spoon, his sweat slick face glowing. “That is exactly the ration a soldier in the service of king Gawain gets.”
“Then it is a wonder how King Gawain’s army still holds the borders of the kingdom.” Cullen spat disgustedly. “This bowl of oats and salt hardly makes a fit meal even for a farm boy, let alone a soldier.”
“You sit in my kitchen and make fun of my food.” The fat cook went red in the face. “Be gone, barbarian… I shall have none of…”
“Herger, show some respect.” A stern voice called out. “This man here has done the kingdom a great service, we are in his debt.”
“Lord Draco.” Herger, the fat cook of the Castle, bowed low. “I beg for your pardon, I did not know…”
“Never mind, just get the man what he wants.” The gaunt nobleman dismissed the cook with a wave of his slender hand.
The cook hurried away silently and Draco sat on the chair opposite Cullen, smiling at him briefly. The mercenary locked his steely gaze onto the dark eyes of the stranger.
“Ah, I see that you do not know of me, as yet.” Draco rolled up his sleeves. “I am Draco, chief advisor to his royal highness, King Gawain.”
Cullen said nothing; his fingers caressed the hilt of the sharp dagger in his belt, his breathing even and relaxed.
“I was away on a personal errand when the king commissioned your services to…” Draco continued, “…escort the princess back from her little excursion.”
“Where is the king?” Cullen asked bluntly. “There is the matter of my fee.”
“Ah yes, his highness has been called away on an urgent matter of state, he’s a very busy man, you see.”
“So you’re here to make my payment?” The mercenary eyed the nobleman coldly.
“Well, yes… in a manner of speaking.” Draco felt a chill run down his spine. He would never even consider facing this violent man in any form of battle.
“What does that mean?” Cullen’s voice had a edge to it that Draco didn’t like.
“Well, your task is yet to be completed.” Draco said calmly, but his heart pounded hard inside his chest.
“How?” Cullen gritted his teeth. “I was to get her out of the Dark Keep and bring her here unharmed. And so I have.”
“Yet you have done her more harm than ever could be done, you muscle-bound dimwit.” Draco thought, but just smiled serenely.
“What more should I have done?’ Cullen demanded; his dagger almost in his grip. “And I want my fee increased tenfold, the mission was a lot more perilous than afore mentioned.”
“Tenfold?” Draco smiled. “Why, yes, you will get ten times the gold promised to you.”
“Where is it?” His teeth ground hard, dagger almost out of its sheath.
Draco sighed and fished out a small leather pouch, it looked heavy enough for the amount Cullen asked for and more. He tossed it across the table and the mercenary grabbed it in one hand. He hefted the pouch on his palm, nodding agreeably.
“That’s more than ten times the agreed upon fee, mercenary.” Draco smiled. “But consider the extra as an upfront fee, for as I have said this mission in not over yet… and once it is, you will receive another purse, twice as much as the one you now hold.”
The cook arrived with a steaming platter of roasted beef and some fresh baked bread. He glared at Cullen and then turned to Draco, bowed and left. Cullen grabbed a hunk of meat and tore into it, chewing slowly and watching the nobleman with interest.
“What is to be done?” He asked brusquely.
“The princess, Shania, is to be wed to the prince of a kingdom to the south.” Draco began directly. “Your new mission is to escort her safely to the king’s Castle there, where she will be wed.”
“Shouldn’t a task like this require the Royal escort, with your own knights?” Cullen spat out a hunk of tough meat and bit into some bread.
“Of course it does,” Draco nodded. “The main escort will be a decoy, to lure away potential threats. And as you know, the princess was compromised and thus your services were required.”
“So I will be escorting the princess alone, again.” Cullen looked uncertain.
“Yes, well, I can arrange for one of her handmaidens to…”
“One woman is bad enough to travel with… not all the gold of Gawain’s treasury will make me ride with two. I will escort the princess alone and hand her over to her husband-to-be myself.”
“Ah, excellent.” Draco pressed all his fingertips together, smiling wolfishly. “Do this and return and your reward will be waiting.”
“It had better, or it’s your skinny noble neck I will be carrying off to feed the crows.”
***
Draco recollected the barbarian’s cold threat and hoped that his carefully thought out plan would succeed. Once the princess was away, with the muscle-bound oaf, he would send in his personal messenger and let word into the Southern king’s ear that his heir’s wife to be was carrying the child of a savage. The petulant prince would then want Cullen’s head on a spike and refuse to marry Shania, unless Gawain relinquishes the Western Kingdom to him, thus allowing Draco complete control of two kingdoms as he already manipulated his own nephew, the prince Jous-le-Fontain into this scheme.
Draco threw back his head and laughed as Nagynia looked up and smiled, licking her saliva off his rigid cock. She knew he was up to his scheming again and it was always exciting to suck his cock when he was at his sinister best. She went back to work on him, but her mind drifted to the huge muscular barbarian she had seen earlier in the barracks of the Castle below. His prowess in battle was legendary, and so were the rumors of his prowess in bed, she made up her mind to see if that were true, later in the dark of the night.
Story 78
Mark Sutton leaned over the chain link fence and passed Brock Cole a cold beer. Brock leaned up from the furrow he was chopping into his backyard for the drainage ditch and took the bottle. He twisted the cap off just using his palm and took a swallow.
“Thanks, man,” Brock said. “I appreciate it.”
“I don’t believe you,” Mark said taking a drink from his own beer.
Brock stopped in mid motion bringing the bottle back to his lips and said, “What? You don’t think I really appreciate the beer? Do you expect me to blow you or something?”
“No.” Mark stuck up his middle finger at Brock as he took another swallow. “I mean the part about Tonya saying she had thought about bringing another woman home for you.”
“You don’t think my wife would do that?” Brock asked.
“I don’t know. Saying you thought about it and doing it are two different things. I wish Alicia would bring that up. It would probably be a trap to test my reaction though,” Mark said.
Brock sat back on the edge of the ditch and scratched at his bare chest flecked with dirt and glistening with sweat. “I hadn’t thought about that. You think she got pissed that I got too excited? I fucked her hard afterward. I thought she said it just to get me going. She even let me finish in her ass. That’s not the kind of thing a woman lets you do, if she’s pissed, is it?”
Mark laughed. “Probably not. You know what? Alicia’s been letting me fuck her in the ass pretty regularly lately too. I wonder what gives?”
“Are you complaining? Most guys complain that their wives don’t put out at all, you know.”
“I know. I hear an earful from the guys at work. I usually don’t tell them how much sex Alicia gives me because I’m not sure if they’d get jealous. You’re about the only one I say anything to.”
Brock nodded and rubbed the cold glass side of the bottle across his forehead. “Same here.”
“I just think it’s weird.” Mark glanced over his shoulder at the back of his house. “Both our wives got generous with the ass about the same time. You remember a couple months ago they both did that thing with
the backward titty fuck while they sucked our balls. Both of them on the same night.”
Brock shrugged. “Could be a coincidence.”
Mark snorted. “You’ve got to be kidding, man. On the same night? No one is doing that stuff and both of them come up with it on the same night.”
“They both read those women’s magazines,” Brock said. “That’s where most women get their sex tricks, I think.”
“I think they’re talking to each other,” Mark said.
“Of course they talk. We’re all friends.”
“No, I mean they talk about sex. They come up with ideas and get each other going.”
“No complaints here.” Brock took a swallow, but then choked and ended up spitting most of it out into the fresh ditch. “Wait. Do you think they are both talking about this bringing another woman home thing? Like, are they working each other up to it the way they did with the ass play, you think?”
Mark stopped and stared off into space a moment. He shook his head. “Damn, I don’t know. If Alicia brings it up, I’m going to support her though. You better count on that.”
“Life is about to get interesting.” Brock shook his head. “Who do you think they’d bring home, if they really did it?”
“I don’t know.” Now Mark choked on his beer. “Holy shit. Do you think they’re talking about each other.”
Brock stared at Mark for a moment and then looked away at the grass. “No way. It would make sense, if they talk to each other about this stuff, but no way.”
“You wouldn’t fuck Alicia, if she offered?”
“I’m not saying … Wait. What are you saying?”
“If our wives offered up a swap,” Mark said, “would you refuse it?”
“Hell no. Would you be opposed to it?” Brock narrowed his eyes.
“Refuse two women? How stupid do I look?” Mark tapped his beer bottle against the fence.
“You’d be okay with me fucking Alicia, if she offered?” Brock asked. “If both our wives offered?”
“If I got to fuck both of them or you and Alicia let me have a go at Tonya, you’re damn right I would.”
Brock laughed. “Well, that’s settled then. I hope they don’t chicken out. I bet they do. They’ll talk it up, but then won’t go through with it, I’m sure.”
“Shit. You’re probably right.” Mark looked away. “How do we build up the idea of a swap with them, so that they go through with it?”
“You want to try to trick our wives into going for a swap?” Brock asked.
“If we can get them to go for this,” Mark said, “then we can pretty much have whatever we want from them for the rest of our lives. This would be the dream scenario.”
“Yeah, okay,” Brock said. “I’m in. How do we get them to do it?”
“We need to push them so that they want to, but they think it was their idea. That’s the idea,” Mark said.
Brock laughed. “You realize we are plotting to seduce our own wives.”
Mark raised up his bottle. “Here’s to the greatest seduction ever attempted.”
***
“Why can’t you take it over?” Alicia asked.
Mark stuck his head out from under the kitchen sink and switched wrenches. “He only let me borrow it for a moment. He says he needs it right back. I can’t leave this job to do it or I’ll flood the house. Can you just run it over for me? I’d really appreciate it.”
Alicia took the socket from Mark and looked between it and her husband. “He needs this right now, huh?”
“Yes, please.”
Alicia had long, dark hair. It hung straight around her shoulders. Her C cup breasts fit nicely in her tight tee shirt. Her jogging shorts looked like they could be jerked down in a hurry. Mark was getting hard thinking about Brock fucking her. He hoped Alicia didn’t notice.
“I’m not dressed to go out,” she said.
“It’s just Tonya and Brock. You could go over there naked and they wouldn’t care.”
She stuck out her tongue and then said, “Oh, they’d care. But fine, I’ll go. Don’t flood the house while I’m gone.”
As Alicia left the front door, Mark put down the wrench where he was pretending to fix the sink. He ran to the window and watched her head over. He texted the word NOW to Brock.
Alicia knocked and Tonya opened the door almost immediately. “Oh, Alicia, what’s going on?”
Alicia held up the tiny socket between her fingers. “My husband borrowed this from Brock to fix a sink I didn’t know was broken and I guess Brock needs it back really bad right now.”
Tonya had long, blond hair with red streaks. Her breasts were D cups. She was wearing a crop top that showed a little breast on both sides and tight jeans that hugged every curve.
Tonya tilted her head. “Okay. If you say so. Brock!?”
Alicia stepped inside and Tonya closed the door.
Tonya whispered. “Have you brought it up to Mark yet?”
“No, I was going to wait until I was in the middle of riding his cock again.”
“Good plan.” Tonya said. She called again. “Brock?!”
Brock stepped out naked with a flowered towel over his shoulder. He wasn’t hard, but he looked to be fluffed a little. His eyes went wide as the women took a long look at his cock.
“Brock!” Tonya held up her hands.
He took down the towel and wrapped it low around his waist. “Oh, sorry, Alicia. I didn’t know you were here. Why did you call me, Tonya?”
Alicia held up the socket. “Mark said you needed this right away.”
Brock stepped forward and took it from her. He smiled. “Well, I guess I should have been more specific that I didn’t mean exactly right away. Sorry again. Thanks.”
His fingers lingered on hers before she pulled away. He walked up the stairs pulling the towel tight to show off the curves of his ass. He started the shower upstairs and texted to Mark: She got a view of the goods. I’m not sure how impressed she was, but I left them to talk it over. We’ll see.
Downstairs Tonya covered her face. “I don’t know what he was thinking. He heard me go to answer the door, I’m sure.”
“It’s fine.” Alicia laughed. “Maybe your talk about bringing another woman home has him strutting around.”
“Oh, good.” Tonya rolled her eyes. “Won’t that be fun for a while?”
Alicia reached out and grabbed Tonya’s breast through her top. Alicia’s fingers wrapped around the material of the top and touched flesh on the side and top. She squeezed.
Tonya’s eyes went wide and she looked up toward the stairs. “What are you doing?”
“Exactly what you like.”
Alicia leaned in and kissed Tonya. Tonya kissed Alicia back using her tongue. Her hands found Alicia’s hips and moved up under Alicia’s tee shirt to discover Alicia wasn’t wearing a bra. Tonya gently rolled Alicia’s nipples between her fingers to reward her for the lack of a bra. Alicia moaned as they continued to kiss.
Tonya pulled away to say. “He’s right upstairs. We should wait until they’re at work like usual.”
“He’s in the shower,” Alicia said. “We have time.”
“He could walk in on us.”
Alicia pulled down Tonya’s top exposing her white bra and then went for the clasp in the back. “Mark’s working on a sink and Brock’s in the shower. We’re good. Even if Brock walks in on us, we’ll both suck him off together to keep him quiet.”
“Alicia! You’re so bad.”
Alicia pulled off Tonya’s bra and went back and forth sucking her nipples. Between breasts, she said, “Bad the way you love it.”
Once Alicia pulled away from Tonya’s hard nipples, Tonya pulled Alicia’s shirt up and over her head. As they kissed again, Alicia unbuttoned Tonya’s jeans.
“This is so dangerous.” Tonya breathed.
“I was sent to bring you what you wanted,” Alicia said. “This is what you wanted.”
“This is exactly what I want, Alicia.”
The sound of the water in the shower drifted downstairs as Alicia pulled down Tonya’s jeans. As Tonya stepped out of her denim, Alicia reached back and squeezed Tonya’s ass through her pink panties. She enjoyed the way the muscle moved under her grip as Tonya stepped out.
“Oh, I like these,” Alicia said. “These panties leave more to the imagination than what you usually wear for me.”
