This may be the start of something longer, but for now enjoy this quick little sex-story.
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"This way, m'lord."
The amply endowed young woman lead me through the stone archways and long corridors, and soon I felt himself slightly lost in this beautiful and vibrant place. The stones were not a dull grey, but rather it was a majestic white. Pure, rare... expensive. The mortar filling had been coated with a gold leaf as well, in perfectly straight lines. Once a student of such arts, I could not help but be impressed with the majesty of this castle.
Nobody had spared the expenses when this thing was built.
It was a palace, used to house the local king's household when in times of peace. I was lead to my visiting quarters, and I was impressed as I looked around and saw the room inside. It was essentially a giant circular pit, with furniture spread out inside. While the layout seemed haphazard, I saw that there was a subtle pattern in the arrangements. With a smile, I turned to my guide.
"Very impressive. Tell your master he has much taste in his decorations. I would also have to ask him for the man who had crafted these pieces."
Her smile matching mine, the young woman bowed - showing off her ample cleavage. While she had wrapped a cloth around her chest, and tied it around the back, it did nothing to hide her beauty - maybe it enhanced it by teasing all the men that looked at her, making them wonder what was underneath. Her hips and most of her left leg were covered in a similar white cloth, triangular in shape. It was tied off at her right hip, by a simple but attractive silver brooch.
Her shimmering blond hair swayed as she nodded, but a sudden thought occurred to her, the luscious red lips growing wider as she smiled.
"The Master will also have refreshments and... entertainment for your stay... are there any specific requests?"
Pulling down the desert scarf, I was still sheathed in my heavy clothes - the desert to the west was certainly one which merited such clothes. I nodded, and pulled off the cloth wrapping around my head.
Considering her offer, I looked up. "You?" I laughed, and was joined by an appreciative giggle from the young woman.
"Certainly, m'lord."
She was certainly more beautiful when smiling.
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I walked into the bedroom - a door had been left open - and saw that the 'bed' was really a corner stacked high with cushions. That would be comfortable. Unique and unfamiliar, but comfortable. Stripping myself down to a simple tunic and pants, I was able to see my face again. Chiselled by the weather I had endured, it was rough but strong. I ran a hand through my dark brown hair, cropped short for this weather. The stubble of the week's jouney from my lands to this one was asessed by running a hand along my chin.
"Hmm..."
Quietly, I contemplated to myself, and the I walked over to my bags - they had been carried here by some of the other servants - and picked out some toiletries. A blade for shaving, and a small mirror. The man soon appeared from the rough desert traveller. I cut down the stubble, a simple and routine chore, before packing things away. Sorting through my belongings, I found myself a clean white tunic and pulled off the shirt. My chest was scarred, battle scarring, as was my back - one small puckered wound just inside of my right shoulder on the back, and dozens of small scars on my left torso.
"How did you get wounded in the back?"
The voice of the beautiful young guide made me jerk around, and she gave a small laugh as I blushed. My mind could see which way hers did; The wound had to have been taken from behind, and it was too large to be an assassin's weapon. Was I a coward? I accessed the memory in my mind, calling up the pain of the weapon as cold steel slipped between my ribs. But instead of shame, I smiled at the memory as I recalled it. She leaned forward in interest, shamelessly bribing me to divulge the memory with her cleavage.
"Back about fifteen years ago, I was being taught how to command a phalanx... I told them to march while leading... and forgot to march with them when I was on horseback. Got stabbed in the back by one of my own pikemen."
The former phalanx commander smiled, and she returned the expression, clasping her hands behind her back as she leaned forward, rewarding my story with an unimpeded view of her honey-gold skin. I looked at her breasts, then up at her face. It was rude not to take an invitation. For the first time, I took the time to study this young woman. Behind was the swish of her blond hair, tied back into a simple ponytail. A few locks escaped the worked leather band, and framed her face. Which was flawless, as was the rest of her body, toned by the activities of her job. What fat was there was in the right places.
Her breasts were two globes of honey-gold skin, tight against the white cloth of her... clothes. They weren't overly large, keeping with her rather slim build, and could fit easily into the palm of my hand. Her hips shook a little as she followed my gaze down to them, letting the white cloth sway in their wake. Those gave her an accented hourglass shape, strong, sinewey muscles flexing as she shifted her weight from side to side.
