In this chapter, I describe the undergarments of a woman and I use the word bra. I considered using terms like "shift," or "wrap," but didn't like it as much. So, I decided, in this medieval fantasy setting, the Western Kingdoms have already invented brazier technology and women of propriety fully embrace it as a form of underwear and support. I only include this note in the hopes that you can still suspend your disbelief and enjoy the story. And, listen, the bra is important to the story--integral, even. And that, plus avoiding awkward wording, is the reason for it here. As always, enjoy.
Marlon knocked at the first door he came to. Unfortunately, the only one who answered was a sleepy young man who scowled at him.
"Apologies," Marlon offered before with a wave before walking to the next room.
He could hear a commotion behind this door before he knocked, and for a moment he considered skipping it altogether. Surely Rahab wouldn't be riding Torim, so this couldn't be his brother's room. As far as he knew, Torim had never even seen Rahab naked; she wouldn't let him. Torim had confided in him that his wife had some serious ideas about the sanctity of sex and didn't condone the act unless it was for procreative purposes. The couple wasn't ready for children yet, and so Rahab refused to sleep with Torim.
Still, if this was their room Marlon would end up kicking himself when he had to walk all the way back here. And so, he knocked.
At once the noise stilled, and a moment later a curvy black woman opened the door wearing absolutely nothing. "Yes?" She asked.
Her tits were huge, bigger than any Marlon had ever seen, even in Madam Memsim's company. He struggled to draw his eyes away to meet hers.
"Sorry," he said when he finally looked up, "I'm looking for my brother, but I doubt this is his room."
The woman smirked at him. "You never know. Is this the guy you're looking for?" She pointed behind her.
Marlon craned his neck around her to catch sight of a dreamy-eyed bastard laying in ecstasy on the bed. Unsurprisingly--and a little disappointingly--it wasn't Torim. Marlon would have loved to catch the king's captain engaged in this kind of behavior with a big girl like this.
"No," Marlon responded. "Sorry."
He couldn't help but eye her ass as it jiggled while she closed the door. He'd have to track this fine lady down later. For now, all he could do was ignore the urge for round two and continue his search.
Torim and Rahab had taken the third room, and as soon as Torim opened the door, his eyes lit up.
"Marlon!" he cried out, reaching forward to embrace his brother. "We were worried you hadn't made it out of the city, but we should have known."
Torim ushered Marlon into the room quickly, giving a cautious glance out into the hallway before closing the door behind them. Rahab sat on the bed with her hands in her lap. Through the wall to the left of them he could hear the squeaking of a bed as the commotion next door continued.
Rahab blushed, but looked pleased to see Marlon. "I'm so glad you're safe," she said with genuine joy. "I feel that this quest might be impossible without your help."
Marlon smiled at Rahab. He'd always gotten the feeling that his brother's wife despised him. With his propensity for sexual activity and her proclivity against it, this had never really surprised him. Now, though, he was glad to hear she might be warming up to him.
"What news do you bring, brother?" Torim asked as he seated himself beside his wife, maintaining a chaste gap between the two of them.
Marlon frowned at the floor. "Nothing good," he said. "Melville has fallen to Larkton, and," he glanced at Rahab, "I'm sure they're raping
my
women as we speak."
"Marlon, please!" Rahab interjected.
Torim reached over and placed a placating hand over hers. "Darling, it's alright. I've got a feeling we'll have to get used to such... vulgarities if we are to be successful."
Rahab turned toward Torim, her eyes brimming with tears. "I fear you're right as well."
Marlon stepped to a rickety wooden chair against the wall. There was no table to sit at, only the chair. "What do you mean?" he inquired.
"Hmm," Torim hummed thoughtfully as he rubbed his bald head. "How do I spell out the journey before us?"
At a loss, he turned to Rahab, who blushed even deeper, but looked steadfast at Marlon. "We've learned that the blade is hidden in another realm."
"What blade?" Marlon asked dumbly.
"King Hammond's blade," explained Rahab.
Marlon couldn't fully repress the smile that crept to his face. "Oh, yes. What was it called? Conus? Citus?"
Rahab glared daggers into Marlon's soul. "Coitus," she finally said furtively.
Marlon snapped his fingers. "Right. Coitus. Named after King Hammond's legendary lays."
Torim cleared his throat. Rahab continued. "Yes. Coitus is sealed in another realm. We think we know how to gain entrance to that realm, but the key is... well it's very Hammond-esque."
Marlon sat up, startled. "Wait, don't tell me. Somehow, fucking will gain us access to King Hammond's sword?"
"Marlon!" Torim barked again, but it was Rahab's turn to comfort her husband.
She sighed. "Yes, Marlon. Fu-fucking is the key to getting the sword to save our kingdom. But first we must journey to King Hammond's most holy ground."
"And where is that, exactly?" Marlon asked.
Torim and Rahab shared a glance. Next door the squeaking became louder. That lucky bastard must be having the time of his life.
"We were hoping maybe you'd know," Torim offered. "We've already inspected the ruins of the palace, and the king's childhood home, but neither have offered any clues."
Marlon considered all of this for a moment, running a hand through his hair. "You've inspected these places, yes, but have you tried sixty-nineing in them?"
Torim and Rahab blushed in concert. "No," they both said at once, surprising each other.
Rahab took over. "Look, I know Torim's told you all about our sex life, or the lack thereof. At the King's palace I--" she bit her lip and looked at her husband.
Torim allowed a broad smile to cross his face.
"I slipped one breast from my bodice to show Torim, but nothing happened," she finished.
Marlong groaned, exasperated. "Of course nothing happened. Rahab, I'm sorry, but bodies are meant to be enjoyed. Seeing a naked woman is wonderful, sure, but it is absolutely incomparable to actually fucking. Please tell me you at least sucked my brother's dick at Hammond's childhood home?"
The couple dropped their faces. Even Torim's wide smile disappeared.
"Alright," Marlon said, standing. "That's our next step, then. We have to revisit these places and do the ritual correctly." He stared the couple down until each raised their eyes to meet his. "That means you two need to get over this shit already and have some real, kinky sex."
Rahab spoke up. "Well, we actually thought that maybe with your help you could perform the ritual for us."
Marlon shook his head, though his thoughts immediately turned to Lessy the barmaid and the beautiful woman he'd only moments ago walked in on. Speaking of which, the noise next door finally ceased. That dude must have shot loads up into that gorgeous pussy.
Marlon's dick twitched in his trousers, but he had more important schemes on his mind. "Unfortunately, as I've already said, the larky bastards are currently raping
my
women, which means unless you want me to sleep with your wife," he looked at Torim who blushed even harder than Rahab just then, "it's got to be you two."
The pair sighed, which really shouldn't have upset Marlon, but it did. He raised his voice. "You two have been married for very nearly three years and yet the most you've seen of each other is a measly nipple. If you care about this kingdom, you need to understand that even by a holy man's standards your relationship is prudish."
Torim looked up at his brother and jutted his chin. "I understand and I take on this responsibility."
Marlon had to stop himself from slapping his forehead in exasperation. Instead, he turned to Rahab. "And are you, Rahab, wife of Captain Torim of King Herman's royal army, prepared to take my brother's hard prick up your ass if it be necessary?"
Rahab started a little. "Up the ass?" she squeaked.
"Surely that's not--" Torim started, but Marlon quieted him with a raised finger.
"It may not come to that, and yet it may. I only want to know if Rahab is prepared to do what it takes."
Rahab inspected her delicate fingers for a moment before turning to look her husband in the eyes. Without saying a word, she reached up and began to unlace her bodice. Her large breasts, which had always been kept rather contained by the garment, began to sag looser and looser as she progressed.
When the corset was loose enough, she removed it completely and stood, wearing just her dress beneath. With a breath, she lifted the dress up and over her shoulders to reveal a white bra and panties beneath.
"Good god, woman," Marlon cried in exasperation, though he couldn't deny he was enjoying the impromptu strip-tease she was putting on. By the stupid grin on Torim's face, it looked like his brother was enjoying it as well. "How many layers do you really need?"
Rahab looked over at Marlon as if becoming aware of his presence for the first time. "Can I get some privacy, please?" She barked.
Marlon raised his arms in defense and slowly slipped out the door to leave the couple alone.
He still needed to find a room in which to stay. After checking the door next to theirs, he was pleased to find the space empty and claimed it as his own. He shut the lock behind him just in case he was actually repossessing someone else's rented room, and then rushed to press his ear against the wall leading to Rahab and Torim's room.
Sadly, he found he could hear nothing.
It makes sense
, he supposed.
If they really do get down to business, it won't be anything nearly as extreme or loud as what that whore was doing two doors down.
For a moment, he considered running down the hall to see if he'd have any luck inviting that curvy woman to his room, now that he actually had one. Instead, figuring his brother and sister-in-law might still need some advice, he lay on his bed and waited. Tomorrow, he'd force them to King Hammond's ruined palace and see what could be done.
A little over an hour later, just as Marlon was beginning to drift off to sleep, he heard a quiet knock at his door.
