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.
