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- Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
Lady Anne wants Jason to kill the King's youngest son. The Prince will have her husband for treason and have their property confiscated if she doesn't give in to his sexual demands. She also wants Jason to ravish her. Her beautiful slave girl, Arun, is also attracted to Jason and wants his help to escape.
The least he can do is to try to accommodate them all.
~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~
Jason waited until dusk before approaching the castle. He didn't need to wait for the fullness of dark, just for the light to fade enough that he wouldn't be noticed. In the light of day, he stood out. He was a trained warrior, fit and well-muscled; not a man to be inconspicuous among the peasants who routinely came and went, fetching food and running errands for the masters who lived in the castle.
He had no desire to attract attention. He'd left his sword and a few other tools of his trade with the innkeeper. A crafty combination of promises of gold and threats on his life would ensure the man's discretion and that they would be there when he returned for them. The man had a normal mixture of greed and fear, and Jason had no serious concerns about his things.
As he came close to the castle gate, he spotted the path to one side that he had been told would be there. It was easy enough to see if you were looking for it, and it led through hedges, down a slope by the moat and around the castle. The path was narrow and seldom used it was overgrown in places, and branches of thorns and other bushes blocked his passage, but he easily pushed them aside.
The path meandered around the castle, ending at an embankment. There, he found what the servant who'd contacted him called a rabbit hole. It was a bit large for any rabbits Jason had ever seen, and although it was overgrown with brush, it was perfectly adequate for a man, even of his stature.
He entered the dank hole and followed a tunnel that angled down. As he entered the darkness, he trailed his hands along the damp earth on either side of him. He couldn't see in that darkness, but then what was there to see? Nothing else moved in the long tunnel.
He finally emerged in a small clearing just outside the castle at the base of its protective wall. Looking back, he could see he'd passed under the moat and now stood at a stout door. If he hadn't known it was there, if he hadn't been told to look for it, he might have missed it, as it blended into the wall.
Whoever built this castle intended this portal to serve as an escape route in a siege; Jason had no doubt that it likely found more use for assignations best-kept secret like this one.
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AN ACCOMMODATING ASSASSIN
Kurt Dysan
copyright © 2015 Kurt Dysan
All Rights Reserved
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ON THE JOB
Jason waited until dusk before approaching the castle. He didn't need to wait for the fullness of dark, just for the light to fade enough that he wouldn't be noticed. In the light of day, he stood out. He was a trained warrior, fit and well-muscled; not a man to be inconspicuous among the peasants who routinely came and went, fetching food and running errands for the masters who lived in the castle.
He had no desire to attract attention. He'd left his sword and a few other tools of his trade with the innkeeper. A crafty combination of promises of gold and threats on his life would ensure the man's discretion and that they would be there when he returned for them. The man had a normal mixture of greed and fear, and Jason had no serious concerns about his things.
As he came close to the castle gate, he spotted the path to one side that he had been told would be there. It was easy enough to see if you were looking for it, and it led through hedges, down a slope by the moat and around the castle. The path was narrow and seldom used — it was overgrown in places, and branches of thorns and other bushes blocked his passage, but he easily pushed them aside.
The path meandered around the castle, ending at an embankment. There, he found what the servant who'd contacted him called a rabbit hole. It was a bit large for any rabbits Jason had ever seen, and although it was overgrown with brush, it was perfectly adequate for a man, even of his stature.
He entered the dank hole and followed a tunnel that angled down. As he entered the darkness, he trailed his hands along the damp earth on either side of him. He couldn't see in that darkness, but then what was there to see? Nothing else moved in the long tunnel.
He finally emerged in a small clearing just outside the castle at the base of its protective wall. Looking back, he could see he'd passed under the moat and now stood at a stout door. If he hadn't known it was there, if he hadn't been told to look for it, he might have missed it, as it blended into the wall.
Whoever built this castle intended this portal to serve as an escape route in a siege; Jason had no doubt that it likely found more use for assignations best-kept secret — like this one.
He pressed his shoulder to the door and force his way into a small alcove. There, a willowy and nubile black woman waited for him. She was young, and he found her pleasing to the eye. She was naked, save for a single metal band around her ankle, indicating she was a slave, and he let his eyes take in her beautiful ebony skin, taut ass and lovely firm breasts. Her hair was cut short and her eyes sparkled in the flickering light of a single candle in her hand.
Her nakedness didn't surprise him. In many castles, the slaves were kept naked both for the amusement of the nobles and to ensure they had no weapons. Because of the way they treated the slaves, their paranoia was reasonable.
The girl came up to him. The top of her head reached his shoulder but the heat of her body, her musky female smell reached his nostrils. It had been some weeks since he'd had a woman and being close to one this beautiful, and delightfully naked, aroused him.
“You must undress and leave your clothing here,” she told him. “You can only pass unnoticed though the main hall if they think you are a slave.”
He grunted and complied. As he shed his simple tunic and pants, the girl ran her eyes over his body and smiled. Then she took his clothes and stashed them in a basket under stairs.
“I doubt anyone will find them there.” When she turned back to him, she looked at him and then giggled. His arousal was powerful, and his cock was rigid. She surprised him by reaching out a delicate brown hand and wrapping her small fingers around his shaft.
“I'm afraid you can't go through the main hall with this. It's enough that you look more like a warrior than a slave, but this thing would attract far too much attention.” She smiled. “Fortunately, I have a solution.”
Then she knelt in front of him, licking the tip and taking him in her warm mouth. The wonder of her soft wet mouth wrapped around his cock did magical things to his body.
She bobbed her head, sucking him and he braced himself, putting his hands flat against the wall behind her, focusing his attention on the wonderful sensations she created. He came quickly, shooting in her mouth. She smiled up at him and he looked into her eyes. “I would have more of you than that,” he said.
She smiled, clearing understanding he wanted to play with her body until he was ready to fill her cunt with his hard cock. “My mistress will grow impatient. She is eager to meet you.”
He nodded. “Perhaps later.”
“Perhaps.”
She opened a door and led him through a noisy kitchen where the scullery help worked at a frantic pace amid the smoke and heat of multiple fires. None of them paid them any attention. In the main hallway, people were busy getting things ready for the evening meal.
As they crossed the room, a burly man in armor stopped them. His hand was on the hilt of his sword. “Hey there, what's your hurry?”
Jason left the conversation to the slave girl, and she looked directly in the soldier’s face. “I'm to take this gladiator to Lady Anne's chambers.”
Jason noticed that the man barely saw him — his attention was fixed on the slave girl's body. “There's no need for you to be in such a rush, girl. I've fancied having you for a time, and there is no reason it should be now, while the hall is empty. Send him to wait to one side while I fuck that lovely cunt of yours and then you can be on your way.”
“And then I would have to explain to Lady Anne why she had to wait, that you insisted that your pleasure was more important than hers. Is that what you wish? She is in a foul mood today. She's had men publicly whipped for far less.”
That brought him up short. He scowled. “That bitch is ever in a foul mood.” He gave Jason a quick glance. “Well then get her gladiator stud up to her. I'll have my time with you later.”
Convinced that the man wouldn't remember him at all, Jason relaxed and followed the lithe black woman as she resumed the mission. When they reached the far side of the room, she looked to see they weren't being watched and then pulled aside a tapestry. Behind it was an opening that led to a narrow stone staircase.
“There's no one to bother us the rest of the way,” she said and led the way up the cool stone stairs. They were steep, and he followed his eyes level with the graceful lines of her buttocks and the flexing of her supple legs.
Yes, this was a tasty one. Under other circumstances he would've stopped right there, reached up to wrap his fingers around one of her lovely brown ankles and hold her so that he could come up behind her and take her right there, plunging his cock into her warm cunt as they stood on those cold steps. Business came first, however.
