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"The Order is in shambles in here! What were you thinking? You have no
foothold, the Assassins have all but destroyed our contacts and there is
no one in the King's Court! I came here only to see how Portugal is doing
in the hands of our noble leaders, but you have done NOTHING!"
The Pope was fuming in the old decorated halls of the Templar Order in
the middle of Lisbon. The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles on
the large carved dining table in the middle, each of them casting pale
shadows across the room. Tapestries that showed the proud heritage of De
Oliviera family were hung all around the walls of the room, but right now
they only depicted dark shadows. The candle light flickered and the
mirror images of it did the same in the eyes of the 8 other occupants of
the room.
Rodrigo Borgia was angry. He had been the head of the Order for a long
time, yet his Portuguese subordinates had not followed their orders, set
by the Grandmaster. In truth, the newly elected Pope had been right - the
Assassins had been causing grief in the order, with major members
suddenly appearing dead or not appearing at all. Important people had
been gone missing and the command had been passed down to lesser men.
Most of the influence in the King's court had been lost exactly due to
that. The word among the Order was that the assassins were from Rome and
Fluvio de Oliviera - the local head - was contemplating on using his
influence to incite war between the two countries. It had not come to
that - the Pope arrived sooner - and if he wouldn't have, the task
would've been well beyond the current capabilities of the Order.
"Your holiness..."
"Shut up! I should have kept my eye on you, but I was preoccupied with
some pesky assassins in Italia. There is a way to fix this however. With
my new post I have also attained a powerful tool and I have all but
mastered it. I won't go into details, but you will find out soon enough.
It will help us fix this situation quickly and painlessly and you will
gain a way to redeem yourselves. Now listen..."
The eight heads of the Portuguese Templar Order leaned in close and
listened.
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For this plan to work Fluvio de Oliviera had to make sure all was
prepared meticulously and right down to the tiniest detail. The task at
hand was a difficult one and he had his doubts whether it would be
successful - if he didn't worry about the assassins mucking it up, then
for sure his own experience would be insufficient. He was a young man of
only 31 years, however the position of head Templar was thrust upon him
so early, for his father had died recently - no doubt the assassins' work
again. Now he was giving the operation all his attention, nothing was to
go awry, if power was to be regained.
On this particular evening, he dressed quickly in an attire befit his
nobility - a crimson long crimson jacket with a green vest underneath,
both elegantly tailored to him. His tie and trousers were embroidered
with De Oliviera motifs and made him look even more regal. Surely though,
the company he would be in tonight would outshine even his best attempts
at resplendent appearance. His long hair had been cut short for this
mission, so he wore a wig, reminiscent of his previous style. The
determined look in his grey-green eyes had not changed however. In fact
it was exactly those eyes why he was chosen for this mission. Those same
eyes now went through the invitation slip on his table again: a request
from the Prince of Portugal to come to court for a Midsummer's Eve party.
The Pope himself had pulled some strings and managed to get him invited.
Most of these parties simply entailed a large gathering of the noblemen
of Portugal, where they could show off their riches and speak of
important matters concerning the runnning of the country. They were
incredibly lavish parties where no expense would be spared: the venue
would be something grand, the food would be exquisite, or better yet,
foreign, and the attires would be as fancy as one's wealth would allow.
It was all a big charade, but they liked it - it was their life.
For De Oliviera it was the perfect opportunity
A few hours later his chariot stopped before a gigantic mansion made of
whitewashed stone and embellished with golden statues and statuettes. The
building showed off the great Portuguese heritage of architecture, with
its round windows and red-tiled roofs, however the Renaissance had
reached Lisbon too - more colourful and joyous details had been added to
the Prince's residence. The symmetrical gardens before the structure had
been kept tidy to the point of ridiculousness, but on this bright
summer's eve they looked grand indeed.
Fluvio stepped out of the chariot and proceeded to the mansion's front
door. After briefly showing his invitation and having been shown inside,
he stopped to take in the grandeur of the place.
The hall was a continuation of the same style that the mansion had on the
exterior, albeit now filled with the cream of Portuguese nobility. They
were all happily chatting away, while servants were weaving between them
offering beverages and appetisers. Fluvio was sure that some of those
conversations were the beginnings of what would happen to the kingdom in
the next few years. Marriage pacts were made, soldiers exchanged, borders
drawn and erased, money exchanged and information shared. This was where
the Templars used to be, not now, but soon again they would be
controlling it. It was sure that some of them were Assassins, others
mayhaps simply bystanders, these days there was no telling who was who.
Fluvio reached for a nearby goblet of Tuscany wine and then headed
inwards, looking around for his target. After the first sweep of the
room, he realised he had arrived earlier. He then headed towards a group
of people near the doorway, consisting of a naval admiral, 3 noblemen
from north Portugal and their pages. This position gave a good view of
the whole hall and all the doorways.
"We would love if you'd consider assisting us with a few ships admiral.
The Spanish have been increasing their presence around our lands."
"Hmpf. I just can't go handing out my ships to anyone that asks, you
know."
"I see. Perhaps an offering of mine own daughter may be of your liking, I
have a few of them, all pure and beautiful."
"Hmm... these daughters of yours, how ---"
The chatter was lost to Fluvio de Oliviera's ears, as he spotted his
target entering from the main door - young Felicia de Pastino, a lady of
19 years accompanied by her father. She was a dark-skinned beauty, who
every man in the nobility, even among the commoners wanted to take to
bed. She was slim and tall, with a curvaceous body, that right now was
encased in a dark green sleeveless dress with brighter green trimmings.
Her already slim waist was firmly cinched by a corset giving her an even
more hourglassy figure. The embroidered leathery corset was worn on top
of her dress, as was becoming the new fashion. The dress itself was
floorlength and flowing slightly behind her. It gave off an aura of
airiness which was much needed in the hot summer days of Portugal. The
sheer outer layers of the green fabric shone through to the layers below,
which were of a deeper, darker green. Her heeled shoes were poking out of
the front as she made her way inside the building.
All this green was in harmony with her gray-green eyes that anyone could
drown in. The long lashes and dark eyebrows gave her the image of an
absolute goddess, and her face did the same courtesy. She had a slim lean
face, with high cheekbones, befit nobility, and a cute pert nose. Her
luscious lips were dyed crimson. Every man wanted a taste of those lips
and Fluvio de Oliviera was one of them. The only difference was that he
would actually do it. Felicia's long black hair had been brushed
incredibly smooth and clear and it fell down her back, complementing the
freshness of her whole attire.
Fluvio observed her as she walked around and chatted to people. Her
demeanour was easy and friendly as she made her way around the room,
tasted drinks and complimented the hosts. Not after long she required the
privy and that was when Fluvio could strike.
She entered the left corridor and made her way towards the end. Meanwhile
though, the young Templar followed her, light on his feet and keeping to
the shadows. As she was about to turn the corner, Fluvio quickly grabbed
her from behind, placing one hand on her mouth and using the other to
knock her unconscious. Then he quickly dragged the body to a nearby
bedroom and placed her on the bed. It was a smallish room, more like to
be a guest room for a lower class noble, fitted with a four-poster bed, a
desk at one corner, a tall carved wardrobe and an elegantly framed full-
length mirror. The room had been empty for the moment as planned.
As any man would do when in the company of such an entrancing woman,
Fluvio started to quickly undress her, taking care not to mar the
delicate fabric of her dress. Once he had unlaced the corset, removed it
and then pulled off the sleeveless green attire, he also removed her
undergarments - only a thin set of panties that barely shielded the
feminity behind it with its delicate lace pattern. The green-tipped shoes
had been also removed from the lady's delicate feet, along with the set
of pearl jewellery. The slowly breathing body of Felicia de Pastino was
now completely nude, down to her fine-trimmed dark patch of pubic hair.
Getting excited by the sight of that gorgeous body, Fluvio then proceeded
to remove all of his own clothes. Under the crimson jacket, vest and
trousers he had not bothered to put any underwear and so he quickly
appeared naked beside the woman. His body, however looked nothing like
expected. Under all the clothes was a decidedly dark-skinned and smooth
body of a young female. A female very much like the one that was spread
out on the bed at the moment, with the difference of the face and
breasts. That was soon fixed though, as Fluvio unbound the straps that
were holding down his womanly mounds and let the large round breasts hang
free from the appealing body. The luscious breasts jiggled about as
Fluvio moved around in the bedroom. The feeling and sight of them made
him incredibly horny and his member - hidden under the mound of the
bodysuit's sex - was harder than ever.
He stopped for a moment considered his next move. He threw off his own
wig revealing the shaved head - especially made to make the next step
easier. Then he bent down and ransacked through his jacket pockets only
to find a fleshlike item with long black curls - the mask of the
beautiful Felicia de Pastino. He shook the hair out and made sure than
none was in the opening at the neckline, and then proceeded to lower the
mask onto his head. He matched the eyeholes and filled out the ears, at
the same time making sure that the lips were in the right position. Then
he smoothed off the edge of the disguise where the neck part met the
body, leaving no trace that this is in fact an elaborate disguise.
Instead of Fluvio, the room now contained two identical women - one
decidedly asleep, and the other making provocative poses in front of the
full-length mirror standing opposite of the bed.
The hardon inside the fake girl's skin was too strong to contain and
therefore Fluvio hatched an idea. He entered two fingers between the lips
of his vagina and fiddled around inside until he managed to pull out his
throbbing cock. Giving it a few shuddering squeezes with the petite
hands of Felicia, he moved over to the original and entered the pussy of
the unconscious girl. To an outsider there were two identically hot and
curvaceous women bucking against each other until the one on top
shuddered violently and had spent her load inside the other.
She then removed her member from within the other one and tucked it back
behind her mound, still recalling the explosive orgasm she had had and
closing her grey-green eyes in pleasure.
Then she continued by putting on the attire that Felicia had before
entering this room. First the sheer panties went on, then the flowing
form of the green dress. The new Felicia pulled up the breastline of the
dress, bringing the amazingly large breasts out even more. Finally she
attached the corset on top and pulled the laces tight to achieve the real
lady's impeccable figure. She slipped on the high-heeled shoes and the
few bits of jewellery from the original Felicia.
Taking a last lingering look at the girl on the bed, knowing that she now
looks as beautiful, as desirable, she walked out of the room, high heels
clicking on the floor. The other Templars would clean the room promptly
and not a trace would be left of the exchange that took place there. The
real girl would be taken to a safehouse far in the countryside.
This was his entry to the high court of Portugal. He would replace
Felicia de Pastino and from this position, he could easily influence the
decisions in the future. Even if it involved being a woman for a long
time - he liked it. Even if it meant marrying the Prince - he could enjoy
it. Even if it meant having sex with him - he would enjoy it.
The gleam in Felicia de Pastino's grey-green eyes was brighter than
before as she returned to the party.
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