Sellsword 1 – Jarveena
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He rode slowly toward the walled keep.
Where his skin showed, it was sun bronzed and cris-crossed by the white of many scars. His eyes, below the gray brows, were hard and dark, like the eyes of a predatory beast. The blazing sun glinted off the mail shirt he wore, and from the polished metal of the sword strapped across his back.
His name is Garth, he is a sellsword, a mercenary. His weapon skills for sale to any with the price, and his price was not small.
He had been commissioned by the Duke of this fief to search out, and slay a band of outlaws. Peasants who thought themselves the equal of their Duke.
Garth reached the gate and was challenged by the Dukes men-at-arms. They had been warned of his arrival, and raised the portcullis that he might enter.
When he was shown into the great hall, he was greeted by the Duke, his wife and his daughter. The Duchess was a beauty to behold. Some years the junior of her husband, her figure was only just approaching matronly. The daughter caused Garth’s breath to catch in his throat.
Her hair was like a raven’s wing, her skin like polished alabaster, and her body was such that any man would risk everything to posses it, even for a single night. But Garth was here on business, perhaps when that was finished, he’d sample the favors of the Duke’s ladies.
"Come, Garth, take wine with us while we discuss what needs be done." The Duke said, gesturing toward the long table, as his stewards served wine in silver goblets and comely serving wenches placed meat, bread and cheese before them.
As the Duke droned on about the outlaws on his southern borders, Garth’s eyes were drawn to the Duchess, her name was Dylees, her beauty was of the classic sort, that which was given to the statues of goddesses. But her eyes the deep blue/green of the sea, shown with a wanton glint.
Garth caught her gaze and she allowed the tip of her tongue to caress her full lips.
She looked away as the Duke unrolled another map on the table.
Garth gave the map a cursory look before shifting his eyes to the daughter.
She had been introduced as the Maid Tiffane.
Her black hair was piled atop her head, and bound with silver chains, her long, graceful neck was encircled by a velvet ribbon that bore a sapphire pendant. Garth allowed his eyes to roam shamelessly over her face and form.
She was perfection. Eyes that glowed with the luminescence of the sea, breasts that rose like ripe melon halves, topped by small, hard cherries.
For her part, Tiffane returned his appraising look, with an appreciative one of her own. She saw before her a man that was accustomed to having his own way, with his world and with his women. The thought of being taken by this man, this man of danger, excited her, unseen by the others, she slipped her hand into her lap and caressed the warm moist triangle between her trembling thighs.
"So, how many men will you require?" The Duke asked, his voice deep and resonant.
"I’ll work alone. I prefer that to a group, too noisy and difficult to control." Garth responded, his eyes looking at the map. "I will require a pack animal and supplies though, and I plan to begin on the ‘morrow, at night fall."
Their business concluded for the night, the Duke bade his steward show Garth to the guest quarters.
Within moments of Garth’s closing his door, there was a soft tapping upon it. From the looks he received from both women, Garth almost expected one, or the other, to approach him. He was surprised when the open doorway revealed both mother and daughter. Both wore their night clothes, silk shifts and robes, and both bore the aroma of roses.
Without words they slipped into Garth’s bedchamber and closed the door.
"Am I to be honored with the favors of both of you?" Garth asked as the Duchess began unfastening the leather bindings of his mail shirt, the Maid Tiffane busying herself with Garth’s boots.
"A warrior such as yourself should be able to pleasure two amorous women, should you not?" The Duchess replied, letting Garth’s mail shirt fall open.
Garth bent forward to let the chain mail slip over his head to fall into a dark metal pool on the floor.
"I ask you to teach my daughter how to please a man, but I beg you to spare her her maidenhead, I would that she will marry well."
"And only a maiden would be suitable for a noble union eh?" Garth said, straightening up, "I will keep that in mind, but I presume that your maidenhood is not in question."
Dylees flushed at the open manner in which the sellsword addressed her.
"I would see my pupil." Garth stated, reaching for the belt of Tiffane’s robe.
The garment fell away revealing the almost transparent shift she wore.
Even thus concealed Garth could tell she had the body of a woman. He slid her shift from her shoulders and it slipped down her ivory body to fall softly to the floor.
"She is indeed comely." Garth judged, touching her firm young breasts gently, seeing the dark nipples grow erect. "And she responds like a woman."
"I have trained her in the way a woman may be pleasured." Dylees said as she rid herself of her robe and shift, "and does this please you as well?" she asked, standing proudly before him, naked to his appraising gaze.
"I am pleased with both of you." Garth admitted, watching Dylees cup and caress her own breasts.
"Tiffane, prepare yourself my dear." Dylees instructed.
"Yes mother." The girl answered, moving to the bed.
"What do you know of men Tiffane?" Garth asked stripping off the remainder of his clothes.
Tiffane’s gaze locked onto Garth’s swelling penis, "N – nothing – Sir."
She stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep pink.
"Then that is where we will start. This thing that has caught your attention," Garth grasped his, now erect organ, "is called a penis, or if you prefer, a cock, or prick. These," he hefted is balls in his other hand, "are called testes, they are also known as stones and balls."
Tiffane nodded, "That is your – cock – and those your – stones, correct?"
"Very good. Now you’ll learn what they feel like." He took Tiffane’s soft, small hand and placed it on his stones. "These are quite sensitive, so you must always be gentle and loving with them."
Tiffane stroked and caressed them with gentleness and care, noticing how Garth’s cock would twitch from time to time as she caressed his balls.
"You’ve noticed how my cock reacts to what you are doing." He grinned, "here, place your other hand around it."
Tiffane did as she was instructed. She felt the strong pulse and the large veins that ran over the long shaft. "What is this part called?" She touched the dark head hesitantly.
"It’s called the head, or helmet."
Dylees looked on from a chair in the corner. The sight of this stranger being caressed by her daughter was one of pure erotic delight. The Duchess began to caress her self, cupping and squeezing her breasts, and rubbing her fingers up and down her wet pussy.
One the bed, Garth encouraged Tiffane to taste the flesh of his, now rigid, cock.
Timidly, the girl lowered her head until her lips barely touched the helmet.
"Lick the tip Tiffane." Garth said softly.
The girl’s tongue moved over the taught skin of Garth’s cock-head, sending shivers of pleasure through his body.
The Duchess, her fingers moving quickly in and out of her pussy, couldn’t help but watch as her daughter opened her soft lips and took Garth’s cock into her mouth.
"That’s the way my dear, suck it into your mouth, move your tongue over the shaft as you do." He instructed as Tiffane lowered her head onto his cock, taking him deeper and deeper into her eager mouth. Instinctively, she began to move her head up and down, her lips and tongue stroking Garth’s erect cock. "Excellent," he managed to gasp as he resisted the urge to thrust his cock deep into her mouth. "Now try to swallow it."
The girl looked up at him with questioning eyes.
Garth simply caressed her face and smiled, "It’s all right, just try it."
As the girl’s throat spasmed, then accepted his cock-head, Garth gasped in pleasure. His hands went to Tiffane’s hair, holding her head steady while he thrust is cock in and out of her mouth. Garth avoided driving the helmet of his cock into her throat, rather encouraging her to swallow it from time to time.
"Caress my stones – feel how full they are," he had reached the edge and was holding back only with the strongest of will.
Dylees left her chair and joined them on the bed, her face close to Tiffane’s. "When you spend, let me taste of it as well." She pleaded, her tongue forcing Tiffane’s hand from Garth’s quickly filling balls.
At this Garth could hold back no longer. His balls spasmed as hot cum surged up his iron shaft and erupted from his cock-head.
