I had been working on a thread in the "Sexual Role Playing" forum with StarWhisperer, and at post 227, I made a brief depiction of my character's interaction with a much older noblewoman. It was only a brief post about the encounter and I wanted to do so much more with it. That inspired me to write this story.
Here is
the link to the thread, for those who want the rest of the story.
Ian Doyle had been riding for five days now. He was a tall man with shoulder-length brown hair and steely blue eyes. His armor was made of chain mail with very ornate pauldrons and light plating on his arms. Now in his late 20's, he had been an adventurer for nearly a decade. So successful had he been at it, that legends of the exploits of
Ian Fast Blade
had been popping up at every turn. The romanticizing of exploring the unknown, fighting the unseen and bringing back treasure beyond imagining was very hard to resist. Ian himself had been drawn in by some of his late father's exploits, wanting a share of that fame and fortune.
However, as with all adventurers, reality took a hold with near lethal force. Ian was almost too ill-equipped for the real challenges the path before him presented. Scars all over his chest, arms, and to a lesser extent his legs told a story of deadly danger, carelessness, and even betrayal. A man who was his best friend for over five years was responsible for the largest scar on his chest as Ian was cut deeply and nearly killed over a priceless diamond found in one of the old Baronian ruins. That friend had reportedly been killed by bandits before he reached the nearest city.
Despite that incident, Ian's career had been rather successful. His reputation had landed him a number of very lucrative assignments from one of the council members of the trade city of Port Avur. Port Avur was the second richest city in the kingdom, due to it's very lucrative trade with the kingdoms overseas. It would come as no surprise that the City Council, answerable only to the Count himself, were very successful in the trade business. The money made fueling the Councilman's desire for rare Baronian artifacts allowed Ian to buy a small but nice house in the Merchant's quarter near the wall.
Just a week prior he took on a servant whom he had rescued from bandits after they wiped out her small farming village. As a part of her job, she not only cleaned and cooked, but she also slept with him. Two days later, the call of a new adventure would grab his attention and he left her alone for the first time in her entire life.
A cult had sprung up in the Kingdom's capitol of Mortgard and was hiding in the sewers. A number of people had turned up in the morning hanging by their necks and had been killed in a ritualistic manner. There would be a reward of 2,000 gold pieces for the capture or proof of death of these cultists. With that kind of money, he would be very close to being able to retire in style.
Despite all the dangers that adventuring provided, nothing was as arduous as the travel required to reach that danger. Sure Ian had a horse and was well supplied for the journey, but even so, it would be a ten-day journey form Port Avur to Mortgard and Ian was traveling alone. The mind-numbing boredom of such a task would take its toll on almost any man's will.
At least for the first three days, he had the company of a series of caravans leaving Port Avur after selling their fall harvests on the open market. However, the farmers' desires for Ian to tell stories of his now grossly exaggerated adventures made him wish he really was traveling alone. During the evenings, he became a popular dance partner for the ladies as they celebrated the fall and their successful harvests this year. Mercifully, the caravans eventually went their own ways, leaving Ian alone once more.
The boredom of the fourth day was briefly broken by a pair of highwaymen looking for an easy score. Unfortunately for them, they chose the wrong man to mess with and were soon lying dead beside the road. Then the rain came. Despite being soaked, Ian pressed on and found a place to rest and dry his clothes off while he slept.
The fifth day was the most boring of them all. No action, no inclement weather - there was nothing to keep his mind occupied for even a short while. That was until sundown came and he arrived at the estates of the Lady Alicia Carrington.
Lady Carrington was married at the age of 17 to the much older Lord Harold Carrington. After five years of a horrible married life, Lord Carrington passed away, leaving her in charge of the estate. In the thirty years that followed, her sexual exploits have been nothing short of legendary. Many noblemen and even a few other men of great renown had graced her bed on at least one occasion. Ian himself in the year and a half since working for the Councilman in Port Avur had pleasured the lusty cougar with his company. In fact, he had satisfied her to the point where she started calling him her "second favorite stud". Ian never asked her who the actual favorite was.
Arriving at the gate, one of the guards recognized him through the last of the sunlight. "Sir Ian!" he greeted him. "We weren't expecting you."
"Well I wasn't expecting to come this way," Ian replied. "It's a bit of a short notice trip for me."
The guard swiftly opened the wooden gates and Ian was through. While small for a lord, the Carrington estate spanned one hundred acres growing everything from livestock, to wheat and fine wines. A large manor house proudly stood on a hill near the center of the estate with smaller homes for the servants dotting the landscape. Lord Carrington has grossly mismanaged the estate, but in the years since his death, Lady Carrington showed shrewd business making decisions and brought prosperity back.
Stable hands were waiting for him as he arrived at the doorstep and gladly guided his horse for a place to stay the night. Before he could even knock on the huge double doors, one of them opened revealing what Ian recognized as the head maid of the house, Rena. She was a short plump woman who dressed conservatively from head to toe. Lady Carrington had always told Ian that while Rena and she were close, Rena's marriage kept her out of sharing any of the men that came along. Her marriage was just too valuable to her.
"Greetings, Ian!" Rena exclaimed. "We weren't expecting you! Lady Carrington is having supper prepared for you. She will greet you shortly." She then summoned a couple of menservants to help Ian out of his armor.
It was not long afterward until Lady Carrington appeared from across the hall. She was wearing a thin blue robe made of silk worn loosely and wide open to show quite a large amount of her ample bosoms. She had a well fed appearance but was by no means fat. The only sign that age was affecting her mature beauty was a little bit of gray in her otherwise raven black hair, which she kept in a short but natural look. Gold rings with varying jewels adorned most of her fingers with matching gold sapphire earrings and necklace.
