Barbarian Quest - Cultistslayer 05

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The Palace, City of Yeledor

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Connor Quickfingers tugged at his collar. Ceremony Mistress Beatrix Lock struck the floor of the audience hall with her staff and the former thief snapped eyes forward. Ranging from fourteen to nineteen years of age, the squires of the King's court were being instructed upon the duties they would be performing during the forthcoming celebration of Prince Lareon and his betrothed's wedding.

The Mistress was a serious woman with her raven-black hair in a tight bun. Dancing blue eyes, set rooted within their sockets, watch over the lined-up squires. Connor found that there was something fascinating about her, like when the odd smile transformed her sternness into an alluring and cheerful mask. She said, "Squire Connor, if you can't remain still, we shall have to find something of an active duty for you, say, running messages between the palace and the outer billets?"

There was a barely audible groan, for the visiting nobles were forever sending inconsequential notes back and forth, and the outer billets, where many of them were to be housed, were as far away as three-quarters of a mile from the palace proper. Such duty was mainly nonstop running to and fro for ten hours a day. Mistress Lock turned to the author of the groan and said, "Did I hear a complaint, squire Connor, perhaps you're eager to start running?"

When no answer was forthcoming, Beatrix Lock continued. "Very well. Those of you who are expecting relatives to attend should know that all of you will be required to serve such duties in turn." With that announcement, all the squires groaned, swore, and shuffled. Again the staff struck the wooden floor loudly. "You're not dukes, earls, and barons. There will simply be too many in the palace for the servants, porters, and pages to meet every demand. One or two days' duty will not cause your death."

Chancing Mistress Lock's wrath, Connor said, "Mistress, which of us will be at the wedding?"

"In time, squire, in time. All of you will be escorting guests to their places in the great hall and in the banquet hall. During the ceremony you'll all stand respectfully at the rear of the great hall, so you'll all get to see the wedding."

A page ran into the room and handed the Mistress a note, then dashed off without awaiting a reply. Mistress Lock read the note, then said, "I must make ready for the royal reception. All of you know where you must be today. Meet at the palace entrance once your tasks are done. And anyone who is late will have an extra day of running messages to the outer billets. That is all for now." As she walked off, Beatrix Lock muttered to herself, "So much to do and so little time. I really need a break."

The squires began to move off, but as Connor started to leave, a voice from behind shouted, "Hey, new boy." Connor turned, as did two others nearby, but the speaker had his eyes locked on Connor. He waited, knowing full well what was coming. His place in the order of squires was about to be established.

The speaker was a tall, raw-boned boy of possibly the same age as Connor. He wore the same brown and green uniform of the house squires, but it was of better cut than those of most of the other boys, he obviously had the funds for personal tailoring. At his belt was a jewelled-hilt dagger, and his boots were so polished they shone like bright metal. His hair was straw-coloured and cut cleanly. Knowing the boy had to be the resident bully, Connor rolled his eyes heavenward and sighed. His uniform fit poorly and his boots hurt and his healing side itched constantly. He was in an ill-tempered mood to begin with. Best to get this over with quickly, he thought.

Connor walked slowly towards the older boy, who was called Jeremiah. When Connor stood before him, he said, "Yes?"

With a sneer Jeremiah said, "I don't like much about you, fellow."

Connor slowly smiled, then suddenly drove his fist into Jeremiah's stomach. The taller boy doubled over and collapsed onto the floor. He thrashed about for a moment before, with a grunt, he rose. "Why..." he began, but stopped, confronted by the sight of Connor standing before him, a dagger in his hand. Jeremiah reached to his belt for his own dagger and felt nothing. He looked down, then frantically about.

"I think this is what you are missing," Connor said cheerfully, holding out the dagger to reveal the jewelled hilt. Jeremiah's eyes widened. Connor tossed the dagger with a flick of his wrist and the blade stood quivering in the floor between Jeremiah's boots. "And the name isn't fellow. It's squire Connor Quickfingers, otherwise known as Prince Lareon's squire." Connor quickly exited the hall, not risking any retaliation by idling about.

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Connor fidgeted, hating the too tight collar of his new tunic. One thing Jeremiah had been good for was to show him he didn't have to put up with poor tailoring. As soon as he could, he'd slip out of the palace for a few hours and visit the three caches he had around the city. He had enough gold secreted there to tailor himself a dozen new outfits. This business of being a noble had drawbacks he hadn't imagined.

"What's the matter with you, squire?" Connor looked up and saw the scrutinizing gaze of a slender woman with blonde hair. She studied Connor with a practised eye, and Connor recognized her as a lay of the court.

He remembered good etiquette that Lord Joshua Sand had quickly taught him and bowed. "It's this deuced collar, my lady. And these new boots hurt my feet as well."

The lady nodded. "Well, one must keep up appearances, discomfort or no." She held out her delicate hand. "I'm Lady Piper, pleasure to meet you. You're Prince Lareon's new squire, am I correct?"

Connor nodded, "Connor Quickfingers, my lady, the pleasure is all mine."

She smiled and said, "What a coincidence, I was hoping to meet you. You see, I've this kind of eccentric quirk that draws me to new squires." Lady Piper took on another stance and the lower part of her dress parted to reveal a long, elegant leg. Connor's eyes quickly darted up and down. It was a flawless leg, smooth, graceful, and riveting. In turn, Lady Piper observed the young squire a little better. He was certainly younger than her, but definitely old enough for her antics. "Have you been to the Swan Tower?"

"Haven't had time yet, squires are unexpectedly busy."

"Then let me show you." Lady Piper hooked her arm through Connor's and took him down the hall. Connor knew this would certainly get him in trouble with Mistress Beatrix Lock. But something about Lady Piper made him think that it would all be worth it.

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The Palace Entrance, City of Yeledor

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Prince Lareon walked out of the great doors to the palace, to stand at the centre of the throng assembled to meet the Kingdom's nobles.

Broad steps led down to the parade ground. Beyond the ground, past the large iron gates, the great square of the city had been cleared of hawkers' stalls. Yeledorian soldiers formed long lines along the route through the city to the palace, and behind them stood the citizens eager to catch a glimpse of their dukes, margraves, counts, earls, and barons. Wild cheering heralded the Prince's promised's approach and Emperor Mingozu of the far eastern realm was the first to ride into view, sitting astride a large chestnut war-horse.

The parade entered the palace and the carriages began disembarking. The first carriage's door opened and an older woman descended. Immediately after her came a woman of extraordinary beauty. Prince Lareon felt a slight flush at sight of Princess Ayla, for his initial betrothal for political gain had transformed into one of terrible infatuation. They had actually fallen in love, a rarity with arranged marriages.

While they were greeted by Lareon and his father, the King, all the Kingdom's nobles and their retinue were guided by Mistress Beatrix Lock and her army of squires. But the Mistress held her eyes pinched and cast her dark frown across the courtyard. "Where is squire Connor," she hissed silently as the first toll of the bell rung.

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Swan Tower, The Palace, City of Yeledor

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"I wasn't aware there were so many ladies of the court residing in the palace," Connor said breathlessly. The countless stairs had him nearly fatigued while Lady Piper seemingly flew up and down the stairs of Swan Tower.

"Oh yes, there are many, you will find out for yourself, I'm sure," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "But for now, I hope our meeting has been satisfactory thus far."

"Of course, thank you, my lady. But I wonder," he edged closer to Lady Piper, "if there was something else you were hoping to show me from the beginning."

"You've a keen mind, squire Connor." She placed her forefinger on her pursed lips before she said, "Say, isn't your surname Quickfingers?"

"It is, my lady." He couldn't stop the left corner of his mouth creeping upward. Before he knew it, he was smiling from ear to ear. And Lady Piper returned the same expression, pure mischief in her gaze.

"Let's put that to the test." The elegant blonde took Connor by the arm and pulled him into one of the rooms.

"Last but not least," proclaimed Lady Piper with wide, theatrical movements of her arms, "my chambers."

With similar dramatic movements, Connor wrapped the slender frame of Lady Piper into his arms, feeling her slim figure press against his body. Although not the strongest, Connor thought himself well-built enough to throw her light body around on the bed. Of course he would wait for Lady Piper's preferences to become cleat before undertaking such actions.

Lady Piper purred in his ear as he applied slight pressure on her narrow waist. She thrust her chest outward and felt Connor's fit body push against the small curve of her breasts. Surely the squire sensed her stiffening nipples poking through her robes and into his pecs. She felt something slithering between the folds of her dress and fiddle with the fabric covering her intimate parts.

Connor placed soft kisses along Lady Piper's neck and shoulder while he found his way towards the heat between her legs. His hand sensed the moistness long before the wetness as he stroked along nude outer lips and tickled the nub at the top. The blonde lady whimpered in his ear and threaded her fingers through his hair. Connor played gently with Piper's clitoris, now and then sliding his fingers between her folds in an explorative way.

After a while, Connor felt Lady Piper leaning more and more on him. He steadied her before dipping his fingers into her wet hole. Her pussy parted for his two fingers and welcomed the pleasure they brought. Connor withdrew and rubbed the juices on her clit.

"So wet, my lady," he whispered.

"Who's to blame for that?" Lady Piper asked naughtily.

Connor bit her neck and elicited a giggle. His fingers delved into Lady Piper's pussy again, making a beckoning motion to provide additional stimulation. He turned his hand in such a way that his thumb could twiddle with her clitoris while his middle and ring finger pumped into her pussy.

"Oh yes, that... feels so good," Lady Piper moaned.

Connor increased his pace, plunging fingers into Piper's wet pussy while bending and straightening his fingers. The blonde's waist twitched in response and Connor felt her pussy contract around his fingers. Continuing to finger her, Connor nibbled on Piper's earlobe until her breath faltered. Knowing the moment was there, Connor moved his arm with incredible speed, finger-fucking Lady Piper until she cried out her pleasure.

He helped her to stay standing while he slowed his pace. He withdrew his fingers from her throbbing pussy and quickly reached around her waist to squeeze her ass.

"Quickfingers. Now I understand." She took a couple of breaths and removed herself from the embrace and, while keeping eye-contact, went to her knees. Placing hands on Connor's inner thighs, she licked the growing bulge in his trousers. A shiver sped down Connor's spine. Piper slid her hands upward and curled her fingers over the edge of his trousers. She tugged them slowly down for dramatic effect, gradually revealing his hardening length. As his trousers passed the tip of his cock, it sprang upward and almost delivered an upper-cut to the graceful lady in front of him. Lady Piper's lips parted and her tongue darted out, giving a quick lick to his tip. She giggled at his body's reaction as goosebumps covered his legs. She then took his cock's tip in her mouth.

Connor moaned as Piper slowly sucked the tip of his cock while also circling her tongue around it. She did this for a while, Connor revelling in the moment. Then, slowly, Lady Piper slid her lips further along his shaft, working more and more cock in her mouth. The wet sucking noises amplified. Inch by inch she proceeded to engulf Connor's cock with her mouth until his tip poked the back of her throat. Lady Piper gagged and pulled back, releasing his cock from her mouth.

Connor wore a look of worry and was about to ask if she was all right, but the blonde Piper swallowed hard, wiped her mouth, spat on his cock, and began working it again. With both hands she massaged her saliva into the shaft while sucking on the tip. Unlike before, Piper took less time working tip to the back of her mouth. She gagged again, but now refrained from pulling back. Steadily bobbing, Lady Piper teased the back of her throat with the squire's tip. Saliva and precum were now dripping down her chin and staining her dress. She didn't mind at all, vigorously continuing to suck.

Connor recognised her want to deepthroat and grabbed the back of her head. With a slight pressure, he aided in driving his cock deep inside Piper's mouth. The occasional gag didn't put her off, it even seemed to egg her on. Eventually, she gagged every time she moved forward and Connor's cock tickled her throat.

"Glug, gwak, glug, gwak," filled the room. Connor pushed the cock-hungry blonde as far as he could onto his cock and then released her. Lady Piper said, "Your cock tastes so good down my throat." She looked up with her cute eyes, lips wet and shiny from sucking, and reached for his hands. She placed them on the side of her head and opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue as additional encouragement.

Not that Connor needed any. He stepped forward, sliding his cock inside Piper's mouth, causing her to begin sucking and curling her tongue around his shaft. He swiftly reached her throat and she gagged and coughed. Lady Piper's lips tightly wound around his cock and her eyes were wide in an expression that could only be described as desire. Connor smirked at the petite lady.

He bucked his hips, digging his cock deep into the blonde's willing mouth. Lady Piper received a thorough throat-fucking, gagging and choking, sucking and swallowing. She did not permit Connor to leave her mouth, keeping a form grip on his ass cheeks and even sometimes pushing on them to drive him deeper then Connor himself had thought possible.

Then, the lady pulled away. She was out of breath, a kind of lull about her from the little air she got while deep-throating. Lady Piper gathered herself after a few deep breaths and rose on her elegant legs. Her dress was stained dark from slobbering and gagging on his cock. Almost her whole pretty face was shiny from the rough cock-sucking.

"Let's get these wet clothes off," she said, and withdrew a couple of pins. The fabric floated down and gathered around her feet.

Lady Piper's body was pristine. Her complexion was pale, her tight body resembling a masterfully sculped marble statue. Although slender, her figure curved around her hips and her breasts rose slightly on top of her chest. She took a wide stance, opening her long legs and drawing Connor's gaze to the paradise in between them. Her outer lips had already parted and her pussy was covered in wetness. Connor absent-mindedly stroked his cock at this heavenly sight.

Piper relished the admiration of the squire and turned around to playfully smack her ass. She bend down to a right angle, resting her elbows on the bed. Her small but petite ass was sticking up in all its glory.

"Fill me up, squire," she said, wiggling her butt. A better invitation didn't exist.

Connor stepped closer and aligned his cock with Piper's pink, wet lips. They felt warm and soft when his tip caressed them. This time it was Lady Piper that had a shiver run down her back. Without much effort, he penetrated the blonde deeply. She was so wet and eager that Connor slid inside almost up to his balls. Connor felt a vibration against his shaft and noticed that Piper had begun rubbing her clit. Instantly her legs trembled and an orgasm overwhelmed her.

"Oh, gods!" she cried out in ecstasy. "You squires with your big cocks know how to fuck!"

Connor felt her pussy contract around his entire cock, eliciting a groan of his own and almost forcing him to withdraw. Lady Piper's inner walls massaged his cock expertly and threatened to make him bust his load. Connor bit his lip, not wanting this to be over yet. Luckily, the tightness slowly ebbed away as Piper's orgasm subsided. Connor felt the building tension wane and experienced more breathing room to continue.

"Turn around," he said, simultaneously grabbing Lady Piper by the hips and helping her twist around. Without further ado, Connor pushed back into the blonde's soaking pussy. She had moved her hands to her small tits and massaged the soft mounds. She pinched her nipples and pulled at them, seemingly doubling the size of her tits.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Lady Piper purred each time Connor thrusted inside her.

As the horny lady's words quickened, Connor gripped her hips and rhythmically began pounding her pussy to the rhythm. The first few thrusts were off-beat but then he began thrusting his entire cock inside Piper's pussy. In and out in a steady cadence while she alternated her 'fuck me' with the likes of 'so big' and 'so deep' and 'harder'.

The elegant Lady Piper moaned, sighed, and whimpered. Occasionally, she removed one hand from her tits to rub het clit. Connor's pounding got harder and faster, working the petite blonde up to another orgasm. Piper cried out, ecstasy running through her veins, coursing through her entire body. Her pussy clamped down hard on Connor's cock as she enjoyed being fucked across the bed, coming closer to the opposite edge from where she'd started.

"Yes, destroy this tight, little pussy," she encouraged Connor. "Hammer my pussy raw!"

Connor's cock was gripped by waves of intense clenching and releasing. Piper's pussy was gushing juices, squeezing past his cock and exploding out her pussy. Lady Piper's moaning turned into some kind of possessed groaning as she spasmed from an intense orgasm. Connor kept fucking her warm and soft pussy, nearing his own orgasm fast.

Lady Piper locked her legs behind Connor's waist and pushed herself backwards, pulling the squire with her. She lowered herself head first from the bed. Leaning on her head and shoulders on the carpeted floor, Lady Piper opened her long legs and rested her feet on the bed. This allowed Connor to move freely and stand over the horny blonde.

"Fuck me like this and dump your load all over me," she hissed, eager for her reward.

Connor grabbed the base of his cock and levered it downward. He teased Piper's clit before penetrating the flexible lady from above. He bent and unbent his knees at incredible pace, pounding Lady Piper's pink pussy with full abandon. His breath quickened and soon the pleasure was too much to put aside. Lady Piper recognised Connor's expression and squeezed her inner muscles. Connor was forced out from her wet pussy at the exact time he began shooting his load. The high-pressured ropes blanketed Lady Piper's body from pussy to face. Her entire being shone through the light reflected in the copious amounts of cum.