Lord Oblian was a naive soul, but somehow, had enough money to pay for my services. You see I am no ordinary mercenary. Some would call me a Black Knight, but I have only one horse, and was forced to sell my armor and honor long ago. I was barely a cavalry unit anymore.
If Lord Oblian had one skill, it would be his frugality. But in all other matters he was impotent. He was as intelligent as a hog, and looked quite similar. He was as handsome as a dog, and sounded similar as well. This made it all the more surprising when I met my charge, his daughter.
Before I go on you must know, I have been hired to kill and fight, but more often then not, groups would be hired for war, and lone solders such as myself were hired as bodyguards. We knew better then to harm our wards, and as an ex cavalier, even I must admit, betraying the trust of a lord seams out of taste for a person of my background.
With all this in mind, when I saw his flower, I still could not resist the thought of doing all kinds of evil things to her. She was just of marrying age, if a little older. No older then eight and ten years, but she was surly a woman. No one seamed to have told her father this, and he treated her like a girl of ten, And with her long golden hair and blue eyes, I saw such Nordic beauty. I prefer the southern tastes myself, having experienced Italy and my Spain during my campaigns, but I must say that her assets was much more prominent then any I had ever seen. Her skin the color of blushing moonlight, her dainty, form fitting gown, her natural curves and supple limbs, and, of course, her breasts and rear, but those where merely toppings on the cake. I resisted taking a bite of the seducing sweet treat and reminded myself of the fates of all those poor sods convicted of touching such forbidden fruits.
My only outward reaction to seeing her, thus, was a gulp of stress.
"She is my only child, but you see, I wish her not to be taken by my enemies during our move to my family river side castle." The lord explained. "So I must have her travel light along the trial, with a guard such as yourself, as not to gather unwanted attention. It will only be two days journey, and I should arrive the same time along a different route."
A night?! I was to spend a night with this girl?! Alone?! Lord Oblian truly either was a man of faith, or a fool. Though, I have seen these often overlap. As a warrior, I knew best that a battle avoided was a battle won, so I came with my horse and supplies for a few days, and enough money to pay off any bandit wishing us harm. So with my young ward and I on the trail, alone together we traveled in silence with me on my horse and she on hers. I wearily took sidelong glances at her. She did not speak, but her eyes were trained on me. I felt an awkward reverence in her stare.
"So, you are a knight?" She asked. Her mouth. Her voice. It was like an angel's voice, so smooth, and her mouth... I guiltily imaged something bigger then her words inside of it.
"I was." I answered. A black knight rarely enjoys speaking of their history. This is why they paint their armor black. I personally wore leather armor and riding trousers, but you understand my point.
"So you have seen the world?" She asked, still looking at me up and down... Did she find me attractive? I supposed I was not too ugly was I? I always assumed I was, but I had been told that some women do like that 'rugged' approach. And I damn near perfected that look. My hair was black, ragged, and had only been cut by blunt knifes all my life. It was long enough to hide my green eyes, but not the scars around them. Fighting without a helmet had taken some practice, I can tell you that much. There was a scar above my right eye, along my jaw... but you don't care about those bits do you. I'll move on.
"Every day." I responded. She giggled. I supposed she was not used to wit, living with her father all her life.
"I've never left my castles walls before... and I have never met a real man before..." I had to take a second to calm the creature below my legs as I heard her say this. I didn't know better I would call that a questionable statement for a lady of her position to make... downright risqué. But I surmised she must have inherited some naivety from her father, if not any of his looks.
"What do you mean? Your father seams man enough. Quite a noble one." Quite a rich one more like it. I had heard he reached his position because the Lords father in law, the previous Lord, had bankrupted the land, and could not afford to give his daughter to one of noble blood, so instead, gave her to a rich merchant. It was quite the scandalous story. One you could be hanged for if you told to the wrong people.
"My father is distant though." The little angel began, "and he trusts no one but my handmaidens to come anywhere near me. And while I have been educated greatly, I have yet to meet any suitors. I think due to the sordid rumors of my families past."
"I'm sure your father would not let your beauty go to waste." I commented, not very happy with either topic of conversation offered. Neither her past, nor her relationship with men would be a respectable discussion.
"What experience do you have?" She asked.
"I have fought in a few campaigns." I noted. "I once led a small band of men against a much larger force... I lost, but I think it's a virtue that I survived it anyways." I laughed. She did so as well.
"That is not what I meant." She added, looking into my eyes knowingly. I thought I saw her lick her lip, but forced myself to believe I imagined it.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"What experience to you have... with women?" she asked.
"I have few experiences that your ears should be graced with." I thought I was being witty.
"But those are the only ones I wish to hear about." She responded. There can be no mistake this time. That smile around her lips was wet, and very suggestive. Perhaps she did not inherit naivety from her father, and in fact, inherited an infidelity from her mother. That would quite explain why she bared no resemblance to her father.
"I don't think you father would wish you to hear them." I answered adamantly.
"I'll tell you a secret of mine, if you tell me yours." She responded. She adjusted her seat of her horse, and I swore for a second that she touched herself, between her legs, before sitting back down and waiting for my reply.
"I'm sorry, but for the reputation for all those involved, I cannot speak on this topic." I said.
"Every night, I think of a man I see outside my window, and I touch myself under the sheets." she looked up and down my body like a lion stalking prey, and my 'prey' began to stiffen in preparation.
"This is not what we should..." I started with a cough.
"I'll tell you another one." She said. A child was seducing me... well, young woman, and I was hardly an old man, but...
"A few nights ago, I had the milk maid strip and suck my bedside candle until it was slick." I was silent. Before I could think up a response she finished, "Guess where I had her put the candle next?"
"Lady, Please..." my cock was rock hard, thankfully my riding trousers were baggy enough to hide it, but her sheer fabric left nothing around her chest to the imagination. I was flustered.
"I'll give you a hint. It wasn't inside her." She added. Her eyes were on my legs, or rather, the mystery in-between them. "But I want to feel the real thing..."
"Oblia." I said, a bit louder then normal volume. "I am bound my oath not to touch you..."
"I am under no such oath." She said. "And if a cock is like a candle..."
"If you want a man so badly then you must remain pure. No suitor will..." I tried to argue.
"You would tell no one, for fear of your life." she reasoned. "And you have my word I would tell no one, for hope of a future repeat of events." She smiled.
"In three fourths a year, they would not need any witnesses to know..." I started.
