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The Queen beamed and leapt into him hugging his chest his arms. “You’re so understanding. You’re like a breeze of reassurance that this dark time is finally over.”

The odd sensation of flesh contact alerted him that his improperly stowed cock had found its way between them. The sweet smelling Queen clung to him tightly as his cock went to instant full mast demanding attention. The Queen hugged him tighter and rocked into him rubbing his cock into her cleavage.

“Oh yes thank you. What a man you are.” She murmured into him and he felt her hands snake around for his cock. “Anything, I will do anything...” She whispered.

The stress of the day and the evening’s lunacy made him relax in the awkward situation. The useless tease he fucked earlier got him primed quickly and he quickly lost any concern for what happened. Marcos leaned back closing his eyes as the Queen’s body slid down. His cock hit open air suddenly and for a moment, around him the room was completely silent. He felt his cock slide into something warm and wet as gasps went all around the room.

He looked down and saw Mara bobbing daintily on whatever meat she could get. Under her, the Queen’s fist pumped, only letting her suck the head and some of his shaft. The Queen had straightened and her dress had fallen to her waist. She looked unaware of her exposure as she fixated on him. Next to him, Kaarthen watched the activities grinning like the worst sort of pervert.

“Slow down,” the Queen breathed and squirmed out of her gown. Her svelte pale body was petite and pale. Her breasts were like small teardrops with dark pink nipples, and her waist was slender. She had a flat stomach that belied her brief period of pregnancy, and a small blond bob of thin pubic hair covered her womanhood.

She snaked down onto his body and straddled him. She studied his face and ran her fingers through his hair. Her eyes glittered as she looked down all over at him.

“Will my son have your divine eyes?” She asked quietly dropping down onto his cock.

Unlike the scag from earlier, she was as tight as Mara and wet enough that it didn’t matter. When she was almost halfway down his length, she dropped her head next to his but kept pushing. Marcos could hear her breath in his ear as they worked together. The scent of strawberry wine on her breath tickled him.

He was too backed up with cum to care that the matrons of Sellis’ upper society watched them fuck. The Queen barely started moving before he came finally. He almost blacked out with an intense orgasm as she rose and dropped into him. She rode him through it and bit his shoulder as she came, and was rewarded with another release of a fresh cum load. His cum filled and leaked out of her. Behind them Mara leaned in and worked diligently sucking and licking off excess. Mara used a technique she learned from aiding Kaarthen and her flickering tongue lashed the Queen’s rosebud making her jump and twitch. Her jerky movements and clenching pussy released more cum for Mara as the Queen came in fits and starts.

She rolled over with Marcos and he got on top to drill into her. They kissed as he held her knees open and back. He licked her face and neck cleaning off her sweat like a loving mate trying to keep her conscious. Her legs and arms snaked around him and tightened until he again pumped a load into her. The spurts never seemed to stop and the sensation of hot cum flowing into her shooting up against her cervix was exactly what her body craved to get off a big one once more. Under him, she chewed a hole into a pillow trying to stay quiet as she thrashed and flopped.

“Mom?!?” The prince cried from the back of the room.

Instantly, the maidens closed in and redirected the prince telling him his mother was napping.

The startled matrons straightened skirts and brushed back hair. Marcos was rolled off the Queen onto his back but he found another willing hole for his cock as Mara shoved it all down her throat after crawling onto his chest. Kaarthen lay down next to him and fished out slices of wet mango for him, which helped ease the hangover developing.

“I want you to stay with me in the Palace. We have much more to discuss.” The Queen whispered after getting dressed. Quietly the women around them left and went to sit in the larger room.

They joined later, and found that nothing had changed. Marcos noted the King leering at him as he moved to sit in the couches with the women. Mara sat in his lap and Kaarthen sat on his left in the couch. In the couch across the Queen entertained the prince. Marcos learned a lot about the boy from watching them. In particular, he noted the Queen still treated him as if he was four.

After the prince left, she addressed Marcos and Kaarthen conspiratorially. “Look at the fool. He tried to kill my baby because he knows I want him dead.” The Queen looked at the King laughing in the back of the room with undisguised hatred. Around her, the other women quietly listened and drank tea.

She turned and with an appraising look, she ran her eyes over him again. “You may not be able to kill him in a challenge, but he has people around him that must be dealt with.” She continued.

“Like Partez Rocert?” Marcos ventured.

“Him? Yes. That is his uncle. The fool is lulled by him into believing and signing anything.” She said leaning back. “I fear an entire family is behind the guild however. Which one is unknown since they are all intermarried.”

Several women squirmed almost imperceptibly at her tone. “These women help me. Let me introduce Duchess Clarin Perstavy, Noblewoman Fellia Grann, and Noblewoman Gerris Blacksail. You’ll meet the others in time but these three are living in the Palace apartments.”

The Duchess was a short, round, darkly tan, black haired, middle-aged woman. She was chubby with several rings on her short fingers and had massive breasts hidden under her voluminous purple robes.

The noble woman from the House of Grann was the opposite and seemed nearly identical to the Queen. Her slender frame had less curves and seemed lanky. Her pale face was thick lipped with a small nose and light hazel eyes. Her dress was fashionably low-cut and long sleeved. The color was a flesh-like tan with sparkling gold bodice. She sat aloof and at times seemed nervous or fidgeted like she was troubled. Marcos noticed how she looked over frequently at a man Marcos figured to be her husband. He stood observing the king from the crowd watching the Queen’s crux game. Marcos resolved to drop by and see if he couldn’t dig up information on the noble women since nothing was as it seemed in this place.

The last noble woman was somewhere in between the first two in shape. Her face was oval with a prominent chin, mirthful glittering blue shadowed eyes, full lush red lips, and a confident grin set on her face. Her frame was statuesque with generous breasts and ample hips. Her off white dress was as low cut as the Queen’s was, with an added touch of a long slit up the side.

“A pleasure ladies.” Marcos nodded. Next to him, Kaarthen said something similar.

The Queen continued. “You’ll need to keep an eye out for his assassins. The King is the ditch digger in the guild’s operation. They already have the control they want through him. If I killed him I would be deposed immediately.”

Marcos looked to her. “So I need to kill off the guild and the nobles who back it?”

The Queen considered it before replying. “I suppose if you can. A hard hit would be enough to allow me to remove my husband in the confusion. I could execute the rest and force them to submit and reform.” The Queen giggled melodically.

“Tomorrow let’s go find that guild meeting hall. Could you get me in to take a look?” Marcos asked.

“Perhaps, I apparently don’t hold any sway on entering the building. I’ve hoped it’ll burn down during an important meeting for a while now.”

“Hmm perhaps it will.” Marcos mused.

The party closed out after the King ordered everyone out. He obviously expected Marcos to leave and stop talking to his unhappy scheming wife. Instead of leaving, Marcos stayed and was shown a room in the Royals’ wing. The prince was ignored and left with the two guards Marcos detailed to him.

For the first time, the entire group had one suite of apartments to share.

“We might finish our mission here tomorrow if we are lucky. I’ll need you to stay here while I check on our noble friends.” Marcos said walking to a window and looking out. He moved along looking down at the window sill then stopped.

“What are you doing?” Kaarthen asked finally.

“Just this,” Marcos said turning and popped the windowpane out with an elbow. After a few moments, it crashed on the ground far below.

He dropped his outer robe and swords and climbed out onto the ledge outside. The moon was full and nearly illuminated everything. On the ledge, he snaked around and raised himself to the next floor where he heard the Duchess and other nobility had apartments. He crept around to where he could see into two apartments across from each other.

The dark rooms lit up and in one room, a drunken noblewoman Marcos recognized as the steamy Gerris Blacksail came in with the Duchess Perstavy. The two were obviously drunk and didn’t talk much before the Duchess laid across a couch and passed out. The noble woman disappeared into a dark doorway before returning to the room naked.

Marcos was surprised that under what she wore to the party her body was intricately painted. The designs referenced the ocean with waves and mythical sea creatures. It covered from her elbows to knees leaving her inner arms and outer thighs bare. Her neckline to the tops of her breasts was also unmarked.

Marcos was surprised this noble woman bore a nearly full pirate tattoo. It made it less surprising how she caressed and undressed the sleeping Duchess. She was clever to pull and tug what she could as the Duchess drunkenly rolled around. The Duchess helped her by rolling to her back once it was uncovered and got cold. In moments, the helpless Duchess was naked.

The Duchess’ whole body was deeply tanned and her breasts were massive. They were as large as or larger than Kaarthen’s with dark brown erect nipples. On the compact frame of the Duchess, he had been tricked by her breasts into thinking her fat. The woman was only slightly chubby with a paunch and padded features. Her soft appeal and huge sagging dark tipped breasts got him quite horny for some time with her himself.

He watched as the noble woman bent over her possessively to lick and suck on her body not missing a spot from head to toe.

Across from her apartment, a light came on as Noblewoman Grann came in. Instantly, as the door closed two young men dressed in sleepwear came up to meet her and her husband. By appearances, these seemed to be her unmarried sons. They were twenty years old approximately and appeared mature. The men seemed to talk happily while ignoring her before they each in turn hugged her and pulled her between them.

The blond man who looked very similar to her husband grabbed her front while his almost identical brother undressed her from behind. She struggled mutely with them but wasn’t quick enough to get away. Marcos could see this must have happened frequently. She neither yelled, or struck them as she weakly fought back.

The blond in front repeatedly tried to kiss her as he massaged her breasts. T brown haired one behind got on his knees and buried his face in her slender ass.

Across from them, the Noblewoman ate the hairless charms of the sleeping Duchess. The Duchess was back to being face down and the noble woman gently worked her with just a tongue. After a while, she stood up and leaned over her lover as she fingered her while watching for movement.

The noblewoman of the Grann house was on her knees servicing the men with her mouth. Her husband stood before her with his cock out taking turns with her sons.

She worked the others with her hands and reluctantly took them in her mouth. The two boy’s had long thick seven inch cocks. Her husband was more average and pulled her tight several times using her throat. He came and got on tiptoes before he backed away and left the room.

The Duchess was being fucked now, her hole was lubed and opened up. Her lover had an obsidian phallus strapped with leather between her legs. Obsidian only comes from Dar Delis the volcanic capital of the Sisterhood. Dar Delis was also a place with no free men and the homeport of female pirates or ‘Water Mistresses’. If he wasn’t sure she was a pirate before, he was definitely sure now. It seemed a waste that the Duchess wasn’t awake to know what was happening to her.

The brothers were fucking their mother now too. One had her from behind, while the other kept her mouth on his cock. She was putting up more than a token defense. She tried pushing back on them with her hands. Marcos had never seen that work for anyone before. She also tried to stand which was nearly impossible. She turned her head and bucked her hips. Both men kept her firmly latched and kept thrusting into her despite her movement. Finally, the one on her mouth got down and pushed her back onto his brother who laid back. She again tried to stand but they held her down while she got a cock up her ass and another in her pussy. Together they fucked her until they each came. Slowly and reverently they pulled her up. Dripping loads of their spending came out and down her body in gobs, and the men each took an arm and led her out.

The noble woman was asleep now naked on the floor. The lights were still on but Marcos passed her up and got to the royal apartments further down. What he saw shocked him. The king was fucking the same black haired woman at the party on the bed. He thrust her from behind and Marcos watched smugly as he fucked her savagely in the ass. Naked, the King seemed chubbier than what Marcos would have guessed. Under the dark haired woman, the Queen was held down in her torn dress. Her hair, make up, and dress were ruined and wet with piss or drink. A pale red head helped hold her down on the bed under the pair.

The king bellowed and pulled out tossing the woman before him aside and jerked his load on the face of the squirming Queen. He produced a hefty squirt from his long but narrow penis. It looked like needlelike ‘sperm injector’.

Finished the king pushed her from the bed onto the floor. Her maidens swept in grabbing her arms and guided her out of sight as she cried openly in shame. Marcos thought on what he’d seen as he crept back. The sleeping form of the painted noble woman passed out on the floor tempted him but he passed it and went to his own apartment.

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Marcos got into his room and found Ein watching the window.

“What was out there?”

“If you’re a good girl I’ll take you next time.” Marcos said making her blush.

He found the pile of clothing and weapons he left before leaving and took it to the bedroom. Mara and Kaarthen slept naked with Rinis in the middle. After stripping, he crawled up the foot of the bed. Rinis opened her eyes and he saw the reflection of her pupils in the moon light as he came up over her. She raised her arms and spread her legs wide in an obvious invitation. Her pussy glistened as he saw her in the light and he slid between her legs as she reached up to embrace him with both hands.

The heat of her body surprised him as he mounted her. Her pussy was very wet as he rubbed her with his cock. The soft folds parted and admitted him as it pulsed and clutched tightly. Under him, Rinis squeezed him to stop before letting him continue after a few breaths. He reached her end half way inside her. She lay under him with her legs splayed and knees as far back as possible as they breathed into each other’s ear. She held him still in a tight hug while she further got accustomed to his girth. After a few minutes, she relaxed despite starting to hiccup under him quietly.

Marcos gently moved within her by shifting his hips. After what felt like a long time, she started to move with him. She had an orgasm as she made pleading moans. After her climax, her legs wrapped around him and she fucked up onto him as he held still on hands and knees. With very little work for him, she sweated out another climax that got him off too. As he came, he dropped onto her before he caught himself. She screamed in surprise cumming again from the shock as he emptied into her.

“I’m sorry about that Rinis, you’re so small and I was just caught up.” He said quietly after catching his breath.

“Thank you master, you have been so gentle. This girl enjoyed that too.” She quickly pecked him, lay back, and quickly went to sleep as he rolled over and used Kaarthen’s bosom as a pillow.

She embraced him as he lay with her. “That was beautiful what you did for her.”

“Hmm?” Marcos asked.

“She has bad memories of sex, they all do. You gave her time, which was as important as how you just took her. You did a beautiful wonderful thing and I can feel it healing her already.”

“Oh?” Marcos asked half asleep.

“She expected you to ravish her a hundred times by now. That was to her what ‘masters’ did. She expected you to kill her by now too, but she’s better now.”

“She doesn’t think we abuse her then like a little puppet?” Marcos asked.

She hugged him tighter before answering. “No, she chooses to act like that because she knows we can’t blame or hurt her that way.”

“Hmm.” Marcos said half asleep.

In the morning, the group met for breakfast. Marcos noticed how Rinis followed him again. He wasn’t sure it was because the prince’s departure left her free or if it was the night before. Like Mara, she stayed close but she didn’t eye him and watch like a hawk for a chance at his cock.

After breakfast, Marcos and Kaarthen met with the Queen in an open sunlit balcony. She wore a less elaborate light linen dress. The terror and humiliation of the night before was behind her happy mask. Marcos, armed with insight, was better able to see when it slipped.

After tea was served, the Queen spoke from the rail of the balcony looking out over her city.

“The Guild meets in a brand new building that used to be a warehouse.” She paused and looked out over the city. “The building with the wide copper roof is the meeting place. They use another building nearby for administrative and storage work. Rumors of a prison and gold stored in there are spread around too.” She paused and cleared her throat. “I toured it once, and the place is cleverly designed to project the speaker’s voice. It’s vented to stay cool during our hot dry summer. Some other things are in the building too but I don’t remember since it’s been so long. I don’t know its final layout since the building was unfurnished when we toured.” She noted.

“What of their schedule?” Marcos asked gently as the Queen walked back to sit in a padded wicker basket chair. She sat back in the padded bowl pulling her feet in under herself.

“Again, I don’t know. The guild keep’s that all secret for trading purposes.”

“Hmm. I’ll need a tour though.”

“Yes and we have one, but we can only be shown around the outside. We are able to go into the admin building but only certain floors.” She said drinking tea and lying back into her peaceful alcove.

“That should be enough.” He said.

For the rest of the early morning they spoke of the budding city’s affairs and she asked him of Menthino. Marcos was surprised at her candidness about things. He felt he was talking to a more subdued Queen Mensillin on a balcony in Sellis.

They heard the King and his staff awake. His whores and servants sped around to get him cleaned and ready for a day at Senate.

That Queen disappeared to make herself presentable. Kaarthen and her girls returned to the ambassador’s residence to claim luggage to be moved. The Queen came down wearing a riding outfit of a thick linen dress with a leather cover and they left in a covered carriage to tour the grounds.

The boxy Guildhouse sat where the Queen described, on the edge of the warehouse district. It was similar in its rectangular shape to the warehouses around it. The streets around the buildings were relatively wide for the crowded city. The walls of the front were frescoed with strong men working in fields, harvesting, planting, cutting trees, working stone, and sailing ships. The circular speaking chamber stuck out of the roof and had a coned roof of shiny copper that matched the building. Along the sides of the huge cylindrical tower were stained glass windows similar to the frescos on the buildings front. The whole building was a richly dressed tribute to industry.

Across from the Guildhouse, a building of stone blackened with age stood across the wide road and the city’s open sidewalk. The space between the two buildings was wide and triangular as the wide warehouse district streets paralleled and merged with the warren of the city.

The guild Headquarters had the obvious look of a trading house. It was five stories with a clean storefront fa?e. The upper levels were naked, aged, and blackened stone with simple windows. Carts were out front, pulleys were ready, and a neat entrance way with several displayed wares stood in front of the building like a simple general store. It was completely unassuming as the Guild’s administrative headquarters.

“That will be enough.” Marcos said.

“Are you sure? You only just looked.” The Queen said puzzled.

Marcos saw her fear that he was giving up despite her practiced clipped tone.

“Yes I’m done here, and I think you were right, a fire would be best.” Marcos said. Along the sides of the walls on either side trenches were dug in intervals. The wall extended down into the trenches forcing the airflow under and into the building. If a ceiling window was opened, it made a clever air conditioning system for hot days. The airflow helped ventilate the goods kept inside, or in this case the people and the fire. “I have men I trust. Could a servant take a note to the harbor? And I’ll need thick oil by the cart and a bale or two of hay.”

“I’m sure we can get it.” The Queen said nervously. Marcos pictured one of her maidens making the purchase, while the others loaded it, and she drove the cart in her dress.

“Good. The materials may or may not be needed tonight.” The Queen visibly relaxed. “I’ll pay for it if you have to buy the materials from the guild. History loves irony and so do I.” Marcos smiled.

“But how will you kill them all?” The Queen asked wonderingly.

“To get them together I’ll need to tell them something about Menthino, or offer to make a complicated purchase on their behalf. They won’t trust me to say I want to join. They won’t want to be here for me to just insult them in person. Likely, I’ll have them debate the merits of our imminent boycott and embargo. That’s why I won’t know how soon they’ll see me.” Marcos said looking over both buildings. He figured a tunnel below their feet connected the two.

“What plans will you have for the long term after you’re done?” She asked hesitantly.

Marcos didn’t figure she would be so adrift on this. Even commoners have plans of what they’d do with the crown, and right now she was confused about what to do with getting it back.

“Highness, what plans will you have when I’m done? Menthino has no ill will, or real interest for a place so far away. Pray on it, I beckon you. I won’t let you resurrected the guild in your name. Nevertheless, If you balance things we’ll help. You’d make a good ally in this region. Your neighbor, Dar Delis, is always happy to see a Queen on the throne. They will be quick to send sisters to advise you, or to your court to petition. They are watching what happens here closely.”

“I wanted to know if...” She paused looking around. Marcos noticed suddenly she was without her maidens with him. “I want you to know you will always be a friend of the crown.”

Marcos looked around, he felt like they were watched. “I never do well with emotions this complex. Queen Di Sellis, thank you. I travel much, and I will pass through again so keep a room ready, I’m rarely announced.” He watched her closely especially her eyes as she listened to his words. He was still really bad with emotions of this nature and it could go fifty-fifty at times like these. His tower women didn’t need excessive emotional encouragement anymore. It was too draining and even Kaarthen would burn him out if she needed it. He guessed the Queen needed a hug, and was glad she thought so too.

“Well let’s go stir the hive shall we?” He said making her laugh.

As they turned, he noticed four men positioned around them. They wore very dark green cloaks, and had matching boots and the hint of a bronze chest plate hidden under their cloaks. They looked like real forest rangers. Since Sellis didn’t have either forests, or an expert infantrymen-training regime for forestry, he had to guess at outside talent. Their flaw was they wore a uniform of sorts and as the street trickled with late morning business they were easy to track.

The men had covered the exits in one-man teams. A man at the street’s exit little more than a hundred yards away, one halfway to the carriage in the middle of the street at seventy five, one behind the deserted carriage about twenty five yards, and one about halfway to them at ten. It was a clever tactic that distracted targets from those that one couldn’t see. It meant the open windows facing them from the guild headquarters couldn’t be ignored.

He was surprised by the guild’s speedy reaction in getting men to them, but then of course they had their schedule.

Marcos half-turned to the Queen. “Did you ask someone permission to tour here?” Marcos mused.

“I had to ask a representative at the palace, it was very humiliating.” The Queen answered. She was as oblivious as everyone else to the change from a midmorning business day in the commercial district to a prepared battlefield. He tried to act calm but it would be hard with what he had to do.

Marcos quickly checked their rear and saw the alley behind them was clear. He wouldn’t run, even though the ones in the windows would be a pain to get at.

“Oh? Let’s sit down for a moment.” He guided her back by the arm. As soon as she took a step, he kicked her ankle, since the pain had to look real.

“OW! oh my, that hurt.”

“Oh did it? I’m so clumsy, sorry Highness.” Marcos hid his face in shame. As he bent down helping her, he raised his robes hem. “Here, I got you good, let’s sit down here.” Together they hobbled next to the Guildhouse and used a crate for her to sit on.

“Why don’t you put this on Highness.” With practiced ease, he disrobed and flipped the weighty garment over her. She slumped under the sudden weight of the armored cloth, her head poked out of the hood looking questioningly at him. “Stay. Behind. The crate. Taris.” He ordered and stood.

She looked at him surprised when he used her name. He smiled, pulled his specialty sword from behind her, and turned to face his anxious playmates. He hoped she got the message as he turned back. He only had one sword to use but he could get more if they shared.

The appearances of armed masked men clear streets in commercial districts. Authorities are usually interested in those types of phenomenons too. Marcos, who has fears of enclosed spaces lacking access to pussy, is allergic to getting arrested.

He walked to the carriage. The driver and two guards were gone without a trace. If the men were here to scare him no harm no foul, he wasn’t blood crazy. If they let him pass, they would be allowed to live. At less then two yards from the carriage the new friend asked him if he wanted to play.

“You got a price on your head easterner.” The first playmate said. With his cloak closed, Marcos couldn’t see what toys he brought. However, that was answered when the man drew a single faced axe backed by a spike on a studded two-foot shaft.

Marcos bit back a laugh seeing the tool. “I’m sorry that was rude.” He muttered. He hoped this man was the junior member of the bunch.

The man saw his stifled giggle and raised his weapon. “You’ll die!” he bellowed.

The odd sparkle at the guild headquarters’ window caught his eye and Marcos caught in front of him the bolt the mercenary launched. It was off center but at almost fifty yards, it was nearing its limited range. It would have made him meat for the axe man if it got his shoulder.

“Not bad.” He quipped, dropping the long tipped armor-piercing bolt.

Even the armor he had on the Queen wouldn’t dissipate the energy very well from that. It would even go through his robe’s chainmail and cotton while tangling in the silk causing lethal damage.

The man before him couldn’t believe his eyes and stood froze as Marcos stepped forward with one foot and drew an exact line with his sword across him just above the kneecaps before stepping back and standing. The cut severed tendon and cut deep into the bone making standing a nightmare.

The strike drew first blood and lit the open street with a hoarse scream of painful distress.

“You’ll live” he said passing the man and continued for the carriage.

He had to step around it for the next two men who tried to stand behind it to draw him into view from upstairs. If this lasted too long the crossbowman would be rearmed. Marcos considered styles and ways to engage them strategically. Pushing them twenty yards back to be under the windows would make it easier but the Queen would be open. If they were organized, and this bunch appeared good quality, they could snatch her as a hostage or even kill her.

“So you want my head is all?” Marcos knew after a particularly messy accident involving three idiots with explosives, that decapitation wouldn’t kill him either.

“You gotta go, easterner, and the lady’s gotta renounce her crown.” The one on the right said drawing a sword.

In one sentence, the man just decided where he and his friend would die.

Marcos knew now that they had to kill him before moving on to the woman. Anything else could jeopardize both actions. That’s what was trained by his men in small unit tactics. They didn’t have the manpower to do more then fight him now.

The man on his left stepped up drawing a forged sword. The cheap metal was dull and was molded then hammered for shape. It was a cheap weapon desperate, cash-strapped armies used, not something for a mercenary to bet his life on. Marcos was getting disappointed in his playmates choice of cheap and unwieldy toys. They must have just gotten into town, or got a lot of money recently.

The pair attacked in tandem from the front trying to make passes on either side and keep clear of him. The one on the right led swinging low as he passed and high from behind as his partner came in. Marcos stepped in to the left, and brought his sword across catching the second man’s pass. His low counter strike bounced the man’s blade away and back out of his hands. Marcos flowed forward bringing the inside foot behind him and turned behind him continuing the movement by dropping the sword through his neck and out the armpit.

The first man jumped in and their swords crossed briefly, before Marcos slashed at his face with his gauntlet. The man barely dodged to avoid losing an eye and having his throat torn out. Pressed, the man backed up to the carriage and squared for a defensive fight hoping the crossbowman helped out. Marcos used the moment to lead with his left side holding the sword blade up along his gauntlet’s outstretched thumb. The parry the man tried was caught by his gauntlet and the sword thrust caught him in the neck pinning him to the carriage. Marcos tugged and wiggled the blade clear and snapped his wrist bleeding the man properly.

He circled the carriage to catch sight of the Queen peaking out from behind the crate. The other man by the street approached him. Both his hands rested on pommels and numerous daggers were visible along his belt. He also wore thin leather armor on his chest that also held smaller throwing knives.

Marcos let him approach. They both knew his slow approach would let the crossbowman get a shot off. Marcos wanted to use the knives this man had to kill the crossbowman so he backed slowly around to the far side of the carriage making the man adjust to keep him in clear view. He stopped at the far end covered by the front of the carriage from the man in the window.

For a moment the mutters and moans of his first attacker was the only noise. Marcos was blocked by the man on top. By himself the dagger thrower knew he was dead if he got closer or was shielded by the carriage also.

“Did they pay you very much to hunt me?” Marcos taunted.

“Enough, easterner, enough. You fight well. My brothers are glad it was you who sent them off instead of a coward’s nameless arrow.”

Marcos grinned. “If your brothers fight tonight they will meet the metal monsters of Menthino.”

The mercenary paused. “I have no more brothers after me. The merchant’s coward is up there trying to fight you.” He pulled two long daggers into his hands and touched the tips getting ready.

Marcos prepared himself also. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I’m not.” He said smirking and raised both hands high over his head. “By the way, what is your name?”

“Marcos Panthi, the Immortal of Menthino, and Champion to the Dark Mother herself.” He said with a smirk of his own.

The man charged making tight flicks with the daggers pushing Marcos back along the horses. After clearing the carriage, the clever merc hacked the harness chain burying a dagger in the carriage arm then jumped astride a horse hacking it completely free and rode off. He looked silly dressed for battle riding a harnessed horse with a royal seal and gay feathered blinders on its bridle, but he made it.

Marcos had to smile at the man. He wasn’t ready to die yet and knew it. With a smile he tugged out the dagger left behind and slunk over to the guild house. Inside he stopped, wholesale goods of dry coffee, tea, flour, trinkets from everywhere, and fireworks were stacked all over. Marcos looked around the empty store. From his gauntlet he pulled a flint and a stone. He tumbled a load of fireworks onto the ground and ripped several sacs of flour over it. Under the counter he spied some black Duavian cigars. He walked around to them and ripped open a box and stashed another. He lit the fuse of a particularly large charge finally after having his fun in the store and gathered his weapons and spoils. Outside, the late morning sun was cooking up to a hot day. Inside the guild headquarters, at least one man was about to find out hot the day was going to be.

After the building started smoking up good, Marcos crossed over and checked the wide-eyed Queen. She had been waiting for him looking like a waif in the overbearing armor. Earth shaking booms and loud screaming whistles started up from the Guilds headquarters as the fire spread into the warehouse area.

“Come on highness, I couldn’t help myself.” He said offering a hand.

“You easterners sure do know how to fight.” She said getting up and smoothed her skirts.

A muffled thump tossed burning debris from the torched building. Marcos handed her a cigar and used his gauntlet to pick up a piece of the burning building. They lit their cigars watching the building burn.

“To victory.” He toasted chuckling.

The Queen held the cigar daintily and looked at it oddly. “Where too now?” The Queen asked as they watched the fire.

Marcos turned to her. “Do you want to ally with Menthino?”

She paused narrowing her eyes at him. For this situation she received a lifetime of royal tutelage so she could say ‘yes’ on equal understanding terms, or say ‘no’ knowing why.

She nodded slowly. “Sure.”

Marcos continued. “Do you give rights for your allies to act on your behalf in this time of crisis?”

She gave him a suspicious look. “Yes, temporarily.”

“Who or what is leading this revolt or crisis element?” Marcos said opening his hands.

“The guild and the unlawful king.” She declared.

Marcos nodded soberly. “I understand. I under, temporary orders will aid the city of Sellis. Our actions will be directed towards the king and his assets, and the guild and their assets. I will go to the Senate and declare my intentions. But we’ll need to grab my men first.” He said un-harnessing the remaining horse.


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Kaarthen’s routine day took turn for the worst the moment they returned back to the palace. The courtyard in front had a detail of soldiers waiting for them. Kaarthen and her angels stood transfixed as a man livery walked up. Behind them, the servants carrying their luggage turned and went directly to the stables.

He curtly stopped them and declared. “Excuse me but you ladies must come this way. The Crown is interested in your activities.”

He led them to the palace and Kaarthen’s three servants were taken to the prison. Out of propriety, the little servants of the priestess weren’t searched, they were merely let in with a group of seven dirty men.

Kaarthen was brought to the same lounge the party was held in. She was restrained to a metal chair and left alone. In her mind, she idly wondered about the difference a day made on the appearance of the room. Lourndai was in the luggage far away. She chastised herself for leaving it not only at the party, but on the day after too.

She and the Goddess could see it through the walls and floors of the palace. The Goddess in its corner of her mind mused about creating another weapon of death. Kaarthen had numerous times thought how she wanted weapon that could shrink smaller then the wooden handled Lourndai. The weapon she made would have to be as lethal, and if possible, complementary to Lourndai itself.

The Goddess trolled through her thoughts and popped up with Marcos’ gauntlet. Kaarthen had numerous times wished the cold metal were gone when she was with him, nearly as many times its harsh savage touch had brought her ecstasy during their love making.

If the gauntlet became a mundane bracelet or a ring when dissembled, she couldn’t have that problem. The goddess’ own decisions mingled with hers and together an elegant shoulder length gauntlet materialized on her left arm. Mists of sand appeared pulling the essences from her chair and surrounding exotic metals into the armor.

The gauntlet was formed beautifully, the first time she saw it she knew it was perfect. The silvery metal cupped her shoulder. Instead of loosely covering the bicep, an etched gold tinted diamond shaped sheet shielded the outside of the muscle. The curved plate’s points wrapped into each other on the inside of her arm and connected the shoulder and elbow joints. Under the gold sheet, overlapping curved plates bound her arm in another layer of protection. Along the forearm, the overlapping plates continued and a spine ran along the outside of her arm to create an intimidating spine for a bash effect. Spikes studded her knuckles and claws accented her fingertips. At the wrist, elbow, and the side of her hand several spikes came out along the tops or sides to assist her if she needed to brush back an attack. The gauntlet’s actuation was inscribed and constructed on a wide bracelet for her left hand.

Another ring on the middle finger gave the gauntlet a fixed sword extending from the wrist. Kaarthen pushed into it a fire effect but the goddess didn’t want to cauterize people’s wounds. Instead, a freeze effect of white flame would burn with extreme cold and double as a torch. The ring actuating the sword was attached by a thin silvery chain to the bracelet.

She liked the effect. The gauntlet felt comfortably heavy. Similar magic to what she saw in Lourndai kept her weapons clean and sharp. The articulated joints were extremely maneuverable. She waited patiently and thought of the jewelry her angels would wear. She decided on some weapons they would have in common.

A ring on her index finger actuated a free wielded, razor sharp, dagger of black poisoned obsidian. The weapon was made intentionally to shatter like dust in its victims and it would reform limitlessly in her hand so long as there was dirt nearby. Its shape was crude and unfinished despite it’s extremely shape edges. The girls all agreed the weapon was the best for their fighting style.

Finally, on her right index finger she made a ring to call Lourndai. She found it wouldn’t form properly until the two made contact. It stayed as a black smudge on her finger like a tattoo, or a buildings frame waiting to be raised. The girls got rings that called their specialty swords and imbued them to become permanently sharper and stronger like Lourndai.


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The little angels in prison were not getting the reception Mara had hoped for. The men seemed oddly wary of them. Rinis sat staring blankly ahead, Ein talked to a wall designing fantasy armor, and Mara paced with her robe and pants off trying to jiggle up the next meal.

When they first came in a big brute came up and grabbed Mara. She smiled at him sweetly as he stripped her and tossed her roughly onto her back. His cock nudged her insides and she squeezed him in.

From the man’s perspective, everything went white after that in a pure orgasm unrestricted for eternity.

The rest of them heard the abrupt snapping and popping of his back and shattered hips. To make matters more confusing he fell gasping as if he was just tired in a very lifelike death rattle. The other prisoners quickly realized big Jorn did more then blow himself early over some ‘grade A fine pooz’. The men watched the girls warily after that sitting huddled together whispering to each other in a far corner.

The girls had little black smudges on their hands when booms and explosions started. The guards rushed out and shouted down in confusion. Mara dressed quietly, disappointed and a little miffed. Rinis got up also and walked to the door. Ein pulled out a needle like dart triumphantly as Mara rolled her eyes. She tumbled the lock and opened the door after the panicked guards left. The three each drew their preferred blades of engagement, and advanced along the block heading to Kaarthen, collecting souls along the way.

Rinis moved in front with armored arms and legs, her specialty sword was drawn before her. Mara stood touching her hips with two daggers double fisted, her head stayed in motion swiveling around for a target to charge. Ein was completely armored and walked alone to their left keeping their blind side clear.

Upstairs, Kaarthen was out of the suddenly uncomfortably rickety chair, and pacing and trying to decide what to do. She wanted to see what she could learn if someone came in and questioned her since Marcos could use the information. However, the Goddess was aware Marcos had just killed two people and three more were about to die by fire from his hand. Kaarthen and the Goddess wanted to immediately prosecute targets for her waist chain. Kaarthen also wanted to test out her new toys.

The materialization of her fanciful imagination had devastated the once elegant room around her. The armor and weapons had consumed most of the chair, turned her throwing knives into darts, turned the chandelier into a tangled glittery ball, made puddles of china and sterling vases like half-melted ice, and eaten away some pieces of furniture.

As she paced mulling over whether to play the prisoner or start tossing bodies a voice cut through.

A blond leading the king’s sullen brunette and redhead came in. “Thank goodness nothing happened to you Sister. I only just now heard a Head Sister came into the city.” The blond kneeled and behind her, the confused women bowed their heads after a moment. “I’m here to get you out. I’m from Dar Delis.” She said as if it meant Kaarthen was home free. The goddess told her the name of this randomly helpful soul.

Kaarthen cleared her throat. “Sister Dellin, I am on a mission still. The Queen will be installed and this is only the first stage.”

Double doors flew open behind her and without looking Kaarthen reached back and tossed a dart into the servant’s neck as he tried to close the doors behind him. He fell paralyzed and suffocated slowly on his own blood.

Kaarthen continued. “In several moments, my traveling sisters will be here. If you are prepared to leave, we will take you to the stables where you can get to the harbor quickly.”

The sister continued. “Yes Head Sister, but this city is about to blow, someone just hit the…”

“Guild headquarters, yes we know.” Kaarthen said testily. Outside the girls were cutting through Palace like they were running down hill with the wind at their backs. “It was ahead of schedule, but they acted first. The girls are here you may want to move.”

Behind them, the hall sounded like a room quietly eating dinner. The sound of metallic clangs weren’t like loud sword fighting but rather like subdued quick scrapes of metal on a plate or brushing stone. Frequently, the clatter of dropped weapons on the stone floor of the hallway was heard. That particular noise was troubling for them to understand since they knew most of the wide hallway outside was carpeted. The odd noises grew slightly louder as they listened, but they were definitely getting closer.

The doors behind them burst open suddenly with the weight of a mostly intact body. Three tiny messengers of death came up and stepped over the carcass into the room. The view of the hall through the doors behind them was vastly different scene then what the four saw coming up. Blood and broken bodies littered the landing in front of the door.

Except for Mara, everything on or around them was coated in obscene layers of splashed blood. Only Mara’s arms up to her elbows were dripping blood. She had been maneuvering and stabbing her targets gleefully.

The two groups of women looked critically at each other. “Well lead the way,” Sister Dellin said finally.

Half the path they took to the stables was over the carnage in the wide hall. The direction the girls came from wasn’t very clear because partial remains and broken bodies lined the walls and spread along the floor all the way up and down the hallway. Short tables, pictures, mirrors, and curtained windows dripped with fresh crimson lacquer.

Rinis and Ein strode in front of the group confidently while Kaarthen strode up the rear. Mara disappeared from sight up ahead. The women were surprised to turn corners or pass rooms and see her put the final touches on a guard or servant. It seemed she wanted to add shock value by popping out over an unsuspecting guard and mercilessly stab and slice him to the ground as they came into view turning corners or passing doorways.

As they came down the wide stairs at the entrance, Mara rejoined them and bounced along goose stepping next to Kaarthen. The party exited the open entranceway to find the rest of the Palace in communications break down and in complete uninformed disarray. Many people were not aware of the carnage inside as they watched in wonder the nearby burning guild headquarters. Kaarthen had them quickly sheathe their weapons and move quickly around the crowd.

The Duchess was the ranking person and stood in a shiny chest plate over a purple leather-riding outfit with a jeweled sword on her belt. Despite what she thought of the situation, a show must be made about not giving up her place in line. As the head of house for a royal family, anyone attacking the king had to get through her. She looked out over the city with five armored guards in matching purple, white, black, and gold uniforms.

The color scheme was different but Kaarthen was surprised that out here someone wore Menthino’s colors unwittingly. Her party got odd looks as they trooped past from those not facing outwards looking at the ominous pillar of smoke.

Kaarthen’s angels were the only ones dripping blood. Everyone else around them was dressed for crisis but didn’t know what was happening. None of them knew the Dark Mother’s three hands had just seized what they could inside.

“Is someone attacking the palace?” The Duchess asked turning to look at them at the behest of a growing crowd shifting their attention to them.

“Yes, we ran into craven assassins in there.” Kaarthen lied. “Form up a supported armored company before entering, but move quickly to catch the murderers.” She added confusing them with two mutually exclusive orders. She hustled the group along and had the girls prepare their distance weapons. Incase they randomly stumbled upon their secret.

She didn’t have to worry, instant confusion and chaos broke out behind them as the crowd reconnected themselves to the world and learned of the situation inside. Orders were shouted and rescinded. People ran in to check and out to alert.

They scurried through the chaos around the back of Palace’s north wing to the stables. The wide long stables sat along the back of the palace wing. In it, Kaarthen had a saddle boy stop gawking at them and saddle their horses. She found Lourndai missing among the baggage. This confused her since she had just seen it here. She turned.

“Where’s the…” She was stopped by the Goddess and looked down. Below them, clear as day to her, the treasure of the city had been collected.

She turned to the women and stable boy. “You can all go. Please have pleasant trip.” She said flatly.

“What? I…” A knife thrown to the stable boy’s throat caught him by surprise. A slash under his arm and between his ribs and he died choking on his own blood despite being able to breath out of his armpit.

The women mounted and rode out looking at her oddly. They didn’t hide feelings of uncertainty and dubiousness at her actions. Behind them, Kaarthen was already working sweeping out old hay from a unique, wide, and empty stall bearing the royal seal. Under an old layer of hay, a door was found. Kaarthen pulled it open and found herself in the royal secret tunnel.

She dropped down and found herself in an underground tunnel. It seemed an orgy room, everywhere women’s under things and accessories were scattered by frantic lovemaking. The king or someone, had been bringing women to the secret location. They must have showed off the royal horde to get a rise before shagging their dazzled dame.

A heavy wood door at one end of the short tunnel led to the palace, another similar door led to the treasure room she had been standing over. She called for Ein to come down and had Rinis and Mara close, lock, and guard the stable.

Kaarthen knew time was short once the stable closed. People would try to force themselves in eventually since horses are a big part of what the city does. The royal stable had two hundred stalls and held valuable product perhaps worth what was to be found below. Kaarthen would set fire to it all and reenter the palace if necessary.

The treasure room door oddly wasn’t locked which made her curious about what the room was the tunnel’ other end went to. The room had a low ceiling with many old black thick timber beams. The area was roughly the size of the stable above. Yellow light from the stable above illuminated the place. Up top, the stalls were well lit while the stable’s interior was less luminous. Down here was obvious why, snorting horses and displaced strands of straw fell from above as the horses hid the secret of this place. Kaarthen hoped her sword hadn’t been pissed on.

Inside the treasure room were trinkets of unimportance covered in dust, possibly from when the city was an island a few thousand years ago. Kaarthen walked further and found that a majority of it all was recently placed. The king had seized one fifth of all assets of the guild and placed it all here it seemed. Among the things, she saw one thing that made the goddess focus her as she paused.

A pile of statues and effigies to the Dark Mother were dropped and broken in a large pile. Shine and glitter drew her eyes into it. An old gift from neighboring Dar Delis to Sellis was here. It was an old realistic miniature statue of the death aspect with mithril chain mail. She touched the metal looking at the signature of it written by the gods and before her eyes, it pulsed and extended becoming many times its size.

It grew from being a pretty bracelet to something she could wear. In an instant, the change happened with a whirl wind of changes to key parts of the pieces signature. She actuated it into a necklace and picked it up to look at. Its weight was feathery and pleasant. As a necklace, it still shined with the brilliant radiance of mithril.

As she sat wondering over the divine gift, Ein snooped and found Lourndai. Once in Kaarthen’s hand her spell of bonding merged magic and her ring actuated on her right hand. Now with little thought she could actuate Lourndai from thin air by calling it from wherever it was just like the girls with their swords.

Kaarthen moved out of the room feeling suddenly closer to the goddess. With the mithril, she felt much better then with the gauntlet or Lourndai could do for her despite knowing it was mundane compared to the two.

Kaarthen couldn’t tell if the other things in the room were really of value. She was annoyed no chests of gold and jewels were found.

She had the girls open the stable doors and come down. Together they opened the door into the palace but found a simple storage room on the other side.

Kaarthen led them back up to the stable. She had Mara open the stable doors and hide the stable boy’s body. Ein and Rinis dumped their bloody clothes in a water trough. Kaarthen never realized importance of quick clean material but when they pulled them back out, they were passable. The edges of the splatters had dried creating subtle patterns, but the rest washed out. The women wore them wet and packed up to move out.

Kaarthen had a faint idea where they would strike next.


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Marcos and the Queen reached the harbor within less than an hour by following the canal. He was able to find the captain of the detachment and ready his men quickly. The plan he needed was for the men to find carts hide their armor and sneak into the city in small groups.

He turned around and was back off to the capital to make a formal declaration without even getting off the horse.

The city gate was as crowded as usual getting into the city. He noted the bored and inattentive guards and breathed relief. His invasion depended on these unprofessional guardians of the city.

He moved with the flow of the crowd as he got higher on the hill the energy of the city could be felt. The headquarters of most of the cities workers was burning. The Palace was unresponsive it seemed. He continued up and as he got to the Senate he found the towering head and shoulders of Kaarthen moving through the crowds.

“Why hello sisters.” Marcos called out once getting next to them.

“Marcos, they tried to arrest us.” Kaarthen said and looked at the Queen before continuing. “We did some sad things and escaped. We may not be allowed back in there.”

“So where are you going now?” Marcos asked.

“To the ambassador’s residence to wait for you.” Kaarthen said pointing.

“Well woman, you’re going the wrong way.” He said and looked up. “Follow us to the senate up a head.” He looked back at the Queen. “Get us a covered carriage back to the Palace after this”

The senate house was full with the day’s excitement. They expected a Queen’s abdication and exile or execution today. The King was surprised at Marco’s arrival. When the Queen moved in unannounced and sat, he looked truly confused and waved over several aides.

The Queen stopped the proceedings and called Marcos before the court.

“Lord Panthi, for the short time Menthino has been an ally your country has done much good.” A murmur arose around them. “Your assistance has been balancing a time of uncertainty here. We have heard of a recent decision regarding our relationship and trade in Mavvus I hope this court can hear it.”

Marcos spoke his piece of political theater clearly for the politicians in back. “Highnesses, Members in equal standing of the court, Menthino has decided it will cease trade relations with Sellis during this time of emergency.” A furor arose behind him at the words. He waited until things quieted. “Unfair trade practices are cited but general diplomatic cooling is creating an unworkable environment.”

The Queen quieted them and spoke. “Perhaps, Lord Panthi, our guild can speak to your fears.”

“Perhaps but I have not seen a representative the whole time I’ve been in the city.” Marcos shouted for effect. “If your serious then I need to meet, or whatever trade controlling body needs to meet me before I leave to advise my Crown.” He hoped that was clear enough.

“You can decide now?” The Queen pushed.

“Yes Highness, with the proper discussion your city won’t lose a trade that could disassemble your magnificent horse trading industry.” Marcos gestured.

“Excellent news.” She said bouncing back and sitting up in her chair. She turned to address the pale sickly King. “Can we arrange a meeting for this important discussion?” The Queen suggested.

“Aaa…Of course.” He sputtered sounding unsure.

He was pasty and sweating again. He looked weak in these halls but boisterous when outside. Marcos noticed a lead advisor not in the party last night. He had a trimmed beard and seemed confident enough to look Marcos in the eye. Rings of gold were on his hands and a circle necklace was worn about his shoulders. His shirt seemed to be silk. Marcos figured that would be his next target for questioning.

“Well then, since you are leaving so soon we hope you can have a meeting tonight. Lord Panthi please have a safe trip.” The Queen finished and rose.

Marcos turned and left to walk back past the angry glares of impotent men who voted away their powers.

Marcos walked into the antechamber and saw Kaarthen and her girls looking inconspicuous as they thumbed their weapons in the back of the room.

The Queen came out after a few moments. Outside the doors opened as the large enclosed carriage rolled up. Two maidens bustled out quickly rushing to the Queen.

“Highness a terrible thing has happened. The Palace was under attack!” A brunette squealed

The Queen whitened. As they came up to her. “Oh my how are the girls?”

“We made it fine hiding in a closet. The screams will make it hard to sleep.” She sobbed.

The Queen turned to Marcos. “I must be available for my country. Once I have the palace situation controlled I will send word to the ambassador’s residence.” She turned quickly and left with the maiden in tow.

“Perhaps we could watch her.” Kaarthen suggested.

“No, appearing weak is much worse than appearing slightly out of control for a moment. What happened? You were there weren’t you? Did you see anything?” He questioned Kaarthen as they moved to the carriage.

“They tried to arrest us. I found the treasure room as we tried to escape and found this.” Kaarthen actualized and displayed her gauntlet, weapons, and mithril chain mail once she got into the carriage.

“Sellis has treasure like that?” Marcos stared at each item. “And, you found it breaking out of prison? Let me guess, I bet the door was unlocked?” He joked leaning back.

Around them, the city started moving as the carriage moved out and turned into the street traffic.

“Yes actually.” Kaarthen said making him snap up. “Several discarded small pants and decorative hair ties were on the ground too. Well the outer door to the escape tunnel wasn’t, but the escape hatch to the stables was so yes actually, the door was unlocked.”

Marcos almost fell out of his seat at that. “A secret escape tunnel used as a love nest and an unlocked treasure room door. A week ago I would have not believed it, but now it makes perfect sense.” He sighed and laid back. Plucking out a stashed cigar, he chewed it in his mouth looking out the window and sighed again. Around them citizens were rioting in some patches. “If this place weren’t such an imminent disaster we could have just had a civil discussion. Instead, we’re trying to trap and kill a foreign government. This is a regime change Kaarthen.”

The arrived at the ambassador’s residence and barged into the lounge as if they owned the place. Trailing them was a sle