A Mysterious Maid (RiotMoose x Pink Zebra)

[RiotMoose]

A fist comes down and slams onto the marble table, it stretched along the long meeting rooms middle, a fireplace with wood crackling on one side of the table, and a bare wall with a map of the known lands. Behind the kings lead seat, the northern end of the room, stood a wall filled with previous kings' portraits. Another fireplace underneath, crackling with the fire. The room was as warm as it could be, though the cold stone pillars and obvious table filled it, the northern kingdom was never truly summer-heat. Fur coats donned on the councilors shoulders, and during the colder and harsher months, maybe even two or three wrapped around each man or woman. The rooms high ceilings made the heat rise up, and the cool stayed where the councilors met. A simple engineering issue when the castle was built, but a note of their rough and bumpy past. But King Mason was set on cleaning up his kingdom. After the fist was slammed, silence filled the large room only the sound of the crisp wood crackling could be heard, and the occasional breath from the councilors sitting in front of him.

"Quiet your bickering, I will have no more of it. The peasants will not receive another tax. What are you proposing we need it for? A new Church? What is wrong with the Churches we have? Nothing is wrong with them, you are just scared to mingle with the peasants. You want to take their money so you can make a grand, Royal-only Church, no?" He asks, looking to the Master of Coin. "I did not appoint you to steal like my father, I appointed you because you promised you would make intelligent decisions for me. I shouldn't have to step into these meetings, I should be able to sit back, and agree with every decision each of you make. I am only here to say 'yes'. I shouldn't have to step in and change your ideas, or even fully reject them. If you want your Royal-only Church, you'll have to scavenge the gold from the brothels you own."

His eyes shift over the Master of Coin, and he nods slowly. "Yes your Majesty. I apologize..."

Mason sits back down into his chair, his fingers slowly shifting over the cold table, his knuckles throbbed idly from him pounding the table, but he made no suggestion of it. "Proceed, as you know this is our last meeting for some time. I will be heading out to visit the many other kingdoms, in search of who sent that mysterious letter. I know you've all voiced your opinions, most saying not to go, but I do not listen." His councilors all look at each other with wide eyes, shifting over him slowly, before they return to the meeting.

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The small carriage wobbled and bounced with each bump on the dirt road, the horses pulling the carriage were untrained, the guards in either carriage infront or behind his own were barely trained, and all he had in his carriage was his handmaiden. Despite his wife's protests, he brought her along. Was it for nefarious reasons...? Certainly not! He wasn't addicted to the way her body jiggle with each bump, her soft smile, and her beautiful eyes...not at all! It seemed even a 'perfect' man like himself had his own flaws, he had eyes for another woman than his own Queen. Not that it wasn't without reason, his wife wasn't the easiest person to be married to, he didn't even choose her. Another choice from his father, but this one he couldn't fix. He wasn't sure which kingdom his wife was even from, the marriage seemed...odd, rushed, and his wife seemed to have no love for him either.

He adjusts his fur coat over his wide framed body. His 'caravan' was lacking, he had spent most of his time and the kingdoms gold repairing the damage his father did to the kingdom. Spending little money on himself, his guards were fresh, most peasants, and given a high paying job. Mason himself was a novice swordsman, preferring a bow and arrow, something most deemed 'cowardly' especially for a king, so he hid that fact. A knife sits on his hip, and another wrapped into the fur of the inside of his coat. He sat in the back of the carriage, the wood not upholstered, some beams even looked rotting, the windows had been removed and traded for thin cloth, so the cool air filled the carriage. Thankfully it was the 'warmer' months for the kingdom, he was smart enough to plan it out that way, but a chill still filled the air. Dreaming of the future for his kingdom, it was certainly on a steady incline, he was doing a fantastic job rebuilding, they were just balls-deep in the rebuilding process, the carriage suddenly stopped.

And then, he heard a scream.

 

[Pink.]

Talia had not grown up in this Kingdom. She hadn't been raised under the strong and demanding hand of this current King's father, but that had not stopped her from understanding the sting from it. She'd been sent as a wolf in sheep's clothing, her mission to cut down the new King as he came to power, but what she saw… what she experienced under his employ…

Her mission had changed.

Now, Talia protected him. She worked her way through the castle and her peers until she garnered the esteemed position of being his personal handmaiden. It had its privileges, but most importantly, the position had responsibilities. Responsibilities that not even the King was privy to, and she wouldn't change that.

When it was determined she would join him on his journey, Talia felt relief. To be at his side over the long journey would allow her to keep her watchful eye on him, and those he surrounded himself with. There were others like her in his castle, sent by other kingdoms, and even by those born behind the gates like he had been. Those who would see his kingdom restored to how it had been before his father's death. It would be a failure for him to perish on this journey because his wife found it distasteful to travel with Talia.

The Queen. Talia ground her teeth whenever the woman was near, or mentioned. The hate came not from jealousy, but recognition, but to act on her knowledge would be suicide. She could only hope the King's suspicions of his wife grew naturally.

Alone in the carriage with the royal wasn't boring, but she wasn't drowning in conversation either. Granted, her focus was on the small pedestal between them, a game of chess with heavy, stone figurines placed on top. Her mind danced over the moves she could make, the traps she could set, to swiftly beat the king at his own game, but she was supposed to be an uneducated girl from a far away country. Girls like her did not beat kings at chess.

The furs fell softly off her shoulders, exposing the generous bulge of her bosom. With every tumble of the wooden wheels falling into the ridges and holes on the old, worn road, it felt as if her entire body jiggled and jolted in response, and she did not miss the lingering eyes of Mason on her breasts as she allowed the furs to fall just a little more…

"I'm afraid you have me stumped, sire," she sighed, lifting her eyes to meet his, feigning a lack of understanding for the game to better match her cover when a sudden, blood curdling scream sound came from outside and the cart stopped with a jolt. The force launched Talia across the distance and into the lord's lap, her hands pressing against the wood panels on either side of his head as she braced one slippered foot against the bench she had been sitting on moments before.

Another scream, and then a bolt pierced through the thin cloth covering the windows, barely missing the pair of them as Talia shoved Mason to the side.

"Get down and stay here!" she demanded, shedding the furs she'd wrapped around her shoulders at the beginning of the ride, and sliding out the door behind her. Two of the king's guard were down, though not without casualties of their own. Without a mind to anything other than protecting Mason, Talia relieved one of the fallen guards of his sword just in time to strike down the rider that sped toward her; finding an aching familiarity with the sword in her hands and a deep annoyance that she had not kept up on her conditioning.

Only three more highwaymen to go.

 

[RiotMoose]

With Masons back to the front of the carriage, in the jolt he forced himself to stay steady, his fur-lined boots staying sturdy against the wooden planks below. His hands go to reach for his maid as she pushes across the carriage. His Maids Queen piece actually flew out towards him and pinned between their two bodies. For a moment the two shared the same breath, his hands slowly holding her hips steady, and then she was off, running out of the carriage and out to the fight.

Did his hand-maiden just have more courage than himself? He went to follow her, but reminded himself of his lack of swordsman prowess. He reaches down and grabs his chest from under the bench, and dons his bow and arrow. Refusing to be helpless, he strings the bow and then grabs his arrows. Moving to the windows opening, he moves the cloth just enough to notch an arrow and fire towards the three men left.

While his archery was better than his swordsmanship, he still failed to land an arrow. It seemed he was better in the books than he was in the battlefield. He had to duck as another bolt whistles through the air and plunges into the back of his carriage beside the other.

 

[Pink.]

Talia's mind went to that dark place she was far too familiar with. Her movements became automatic, her eyes reading more than just the technique of the men who attacked - but their habits and their tells. With every parry of a sword that wasn't even hers, too bulky and unbalanced, she learned about her opponents. The whistle of arrows through the air earned only a brief glance at their source, and with the image of the King hanging partially out of the carriage, bow in hand and arrow notched, narrowly avoiding the return fire, she hissed in aggravation. Nothing good would come from his death, and Talia wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she failed to stop it.

Running the sword through the belly of the fighter she faced, she lifted her heel and kicked him from her sword, before attacked from behind by the second swordsman.

He managed to disarm her with a powerful blow to the blade in her hands, but instead of grasping after her weapon like the man hoped she would, Talia lunged into his torso. With sword in hand and his target practically on top of him, the assassin was momentarily stunned. From his hip she pulled the dagger he had on him, and in a swift movement she slipped behind him; blade slicing open his neck deep enough to silence his gurgling scream.

With an enormous amount of faith, Talia spun around to face the trees while simultaneously shifting her grip on the dagger's hilt. With a hard throw and lingering follow through, she watched as the dagger sliced through the air and landed deep in the arrow man's shoulder. It wasn't a kill shot, but it ruined his ability to fire from afar. Sensing this, after one final look at Talia, he turned and ran into the woods; disappearing into the trees.

Exhaling sharply, Talia turned her head to look at the carriage, seeing no sign of Mason. Had the arrow struck him after all?

"My lord!", she cried, lifting her bloodied skirts and racing to the door.

 

[RiotMoose]

His eyes fix on the young maiden racing on the ground, stabbing, slashing, throwing. All things a handmaiden didn’t do. A handmaiden shouldn’t put a blade of steel through and fully grown mans body. A handmaiden shouldn’t be able to throw a dagger yards into an archers shoulder. A handmaiden should’ve quivered behind him, and then they both would die. She fought, and she fought for him.

His five arrows were used up, in vein? Maybe, he wasn’t sure how annoying or confusing his arrows were. He wasn’t sure about the impact they had on the fights, he wasn’t sure. His whole life he had been sure about what he would do as king, the wrongs he would right, and the rights he would perfect and protect. Being unsure...unsure he’d live, unsure if he’d die...he pulled back and sat on the bench as the grunting and yelling filled the air around the carriage.

King Mason was scared.

When the carriage opens to reveal his handmaiden, the woman he brought along only because he wanted to ravage her, and how she escaped these men unscathed and saved his life, a tear wells up in his eyes. “You...You saved me...” was all the king could muster. He stands and pulls the young maiden into a tight hug, pressing her head to his chest and gently rubbing the back of her head. “God bless you dear...” he says gently as he huffs slowly.

 

[Pink.]

Talia had only a moment to process the sight of him, whole, and unharmed, before he pulled her into his chest. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, pumping with every beat of her heart until her bones itched, aching to move, to push, pull, until every fiber of her being was vibrating at a molecular level. Instead, a man she had grown to admire over the last several months held her still against him, thanking her for saving him.

"My Lord, thank God you're okay," she gasped, wrapping her arms around his waist as he stroked her hair.

She would have given anything for this moment to continue, but she was far too well trained to make that mistake. Pulling back she looked up at him, close enough to feel the brush of his beard against her cheek.

"We need to leave. Gather everything we can and hide in the forest."

Sliding back from him just enough, her hands glided down to his forearms, she squeezed her hands to emphasize her point.

"One man escaped, and he'll likely return with reinforcements."

 

[RiotMoose]

Looking down to the young girl as she emphasizes their retreat. His furs were noble, not exactly royal as he wasn’t one for fancy garb, but they did show royalty. He strips his fur coat down and tosses it onto the carriages bench. He then heads out of the carriage and stumbles around briefly, pulling one one of his slain guards fur coat over his thick forearms and shoulders. He then strips out of his fur pants, just his undergarment showing, a beefy package within bouncing as he stumbles around for pants to wear, for a man his height. He finally grasps the pants off of another guard and pulls them on, feeling his body return to warmth.

Grabbing his sword from the carriage and strapping it to his back, he then grabs a backpack full of a few supplies, and slings it over the swords sheath, but makes sure he can still unsheathe his sword. When his supplies and sword were all set on him, he waits for his maiden. “Lets head west, and then back north. If we follow this path theyll surely find us.” He offers the young girl with a nod.

 

[Pink.]

Talia attempted to remain… focused. To keep the task on hand as she gathered supplies. To not have the carriage would be difficult. It was a quick shelter, and one they could easily hole up in if they were certain help was on the way, but they weren't. And Talia knew that more bad guys were coming. It was the next wave in this god awful timing of universal karma. She wouldn't kill the king, so now she would die with him, in the woods, being hunted like dogs. She should have stuck with her training. Kept her blade, and her mind, sharp. But those personal grievances held a pale candle to the thoughts that ran through her mind as Mason stripped from his furs to the tight tunic beneath, showing off his broad shoulders and powerful chest, to then simply his underwear.

She felt her cheeks flush and she looked away as soon as the bulge of his certainly impressive package could be made through the thin fabric. Inhaling and exhaling sharply, she licked her lips and turned her back, forcing herself to focus on gathering what she would need.

Eight arrows were salvaged, two of which were Mason's own, she realized. Buried solidly but not fatally in the bodies of their attackers. She would have smiled to herself under any other circumstances, proud in a small way over his small accomplishments in the face of danger, but there was no time. Holding the arrows in one arm, she yanked free from the fallen guards two capes which could serve as fabric for bandages, small cover in inclement weather, or a bag to carry more goods. Laying one such cape down on the ground, she dropped the arrows on top and then moved back to the bodies to scavenge for more.

"Get the food and water for-" she stopped as she saw him slinging that very pack over his shoulders and testing the mobility of his sword, and for a moment he didn't look like a king. Just someone she may have grown up with. Standing up, she slid her palms over the front of her dress and nodded at his orders.

But, of course, he was the King.

"Of course, m'Lord. Your quiver and bow will be needed as well, the highwayman ran off with his own."

With their pack of food and water on his shoulders, and the pile of fur and weapons at her feet, she quickly finished up preparing for their trek and then head out with Mason to the West. One sheath wrapped around her waist held a dagger on her left, and on her right a scabbard complete with sword. She had her own furs wrapped around her shoulders again, her dress twisted and knotted in front of her thighs to keep the fabric from snagging or slowing them down as they moved. She would have preferred pants, but in her experience strangers were more willing to help out a woman they perceived was helpless, rather than a courtesan. She fashioned the capes into an easy cross body bag, carrying the weight of the rest of their furs tightly to her stomach and chest as if it were a child.

 

[RiotMoose]

He grasps his bow, keeping it strung and quiver over his shoulder aswell, making sure to keep the tops of his arrows ready to be notched. He holds his bow in hand, and quickly looks around for anything else they may need. “Gold...” he grasps a small pouch from the thieves, filled with silver, he puts a few gold pieces into the pouch and ties it to his neck, under his fur shirt and coat.

He had no survival skills, barely any combat skills, his agility was lacking, and his sense of direction even worse. He wasn’t a king for war, like his father wanted, he was a king for peace and rebuilding.

But god did he wish he listened to some of his father in this moment. Or atleast more of him.

They traveled west through the underbrush and between the trees, until the sun began to set. He huffs softly, sweat coating his skin and a soft musky scent lingering from his body. “Let’s make camp...Then you can tell me how you know so much about fighting.” The whole run for the past few hours was silent, he was brooding and thinking about the circumstances they just went through. How did this maid know how to kill a man and not even blink?

 

[Pink.]

The pair traveled mostly in silence, only speaking when they veered off course. Talia kept her eyes to the sky, tracking their direction to keep them on course. The Kingdom was north, about three days walk. They'd have to keep a steady, demanding pace to reach the safety of the Castle before the highwaymen caught up with them.

She was sweating by the time the sun started to fall, and a quick check in with her lord proved the same with him. With a nod, she agreed, and then pointed toward a ridge.

"There are likely caves or natural shelter over there, come on. Before it gets too dark."

It was an hour until they reached the thinning edge of the trees. Some still climbed up the ridge, though lightly. A cavern just shallow enough to protect their two bodies from the elements was quickly found, and Talia led them in and then set up the capes and furs for a makeshift bed. Leaning over, her breasts nearly spilling from her corset as she prepared as proper as a place for her King as she could.

"What do you know about the men who sold me to you?" she asked softly, ensuring that she explained herself to him like he wanted.

 

[RiotMoose]

He climbs up the ridge with her, the backpacks, swords, and other things they kept on them surely weighed them down. He finally sets the bags down once they reached the cavern, huffing softly. He keeps his bow notched with an arrow as he kneels by the front of the cavern, occasionally glancing back at the maiden, seeing those soft juggs barely held in her corset.

“They sold you to me like you were a piece of meat. Said you cleaned the best, you were seen but not heard, made a perfect bath, and had the best breasts you could find...They weren’t wrong on any of those accounts.” He offers as he turns back to her, before returning to scouting, he jumps a bit as a figure moves, but it was just a crow.

“They did told me everything I wanted to hear actually...But they didn’t mention your proficiency with blades, your courage, bravery, intelligence. They almost gave you to me, such idiots. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

 

[Pink.]

Talia's head lifted, eyebrows raised at him as he spoke about the men commenting on her breasts. And how he agreed. Her lips twitched into a small smirk, glancing down at her chest nearly bursting from the corset after the effort of fighting and hiking. She licked her lips, and while his back was turned, she reached behind herself and started to unlace the dress quietly.

"It both pains and pleases me to hear that, my lord," she sighed, feeling the sweet relief of the loosening fabric releasing her breasts to the open.

"I'm not a handmaid, though. I never was. I was sent to kill you."

When he undoubtedly turned to look at her, she had her eyes on him, sliding the dress down her hips to reveal the soft, supple curves of her body. Nude, with her dark hair tumbling down her shoulders, she stepped out of her dress without ever breaking eye contact with him.

"It took only a week under your care to know I would not be able to do it. You were kind, and gentle. You treated your servants favorably, and you never said even a poor word to the people any other king would have sent to the stocks."

Licking her lips, she exhaled, feeling more vulnerable now than she had when she was in the middle of battle.

"I'm so sorry, my lord, for deceiving you. I won't any longer, I swear it."

Drawing her lower lip between her teeth, she stepped forward cautiously, her eyes trailing down to the tightness of his pants.

"If you would let me prove my devotion to you, I would do it. Gladly."

 

[RiotMoose]

He keeps his eyes on the forest below them, trying to prove his worth to his maiden. Sure his status was higher than her own, he should just lay back in the cave, kick his feet up and have her protect him. As a ling he could’ve stayed in that carriage and let her take down those men. He was royalty, he should have his subjects do everything, he should have them raise the goblet to his mouth for him.

But that wasn’t the king he was. He not only saw everyone as his equals, he even put some above him. Like this fair maiden behind him, he respected her completely, and even wanted to prove himself to her.

He listens to her speak, and just as she assumes he turns as she’s undressing and speaks of killing him, though his arrow wasnt pointed at her. His eyes were certainly admiring her soft curves. Her thick thighs, heavy udders, soft stomach, and her thick cheeks surely jiggling behind her as she slowly approaches him.

And that was when the king experienced his first, and hopefully last, confused erection.

“I...I...By gods your beautiful...” if she did have anymore nefarious intentions, he was dead. Was he really that naive? He let an assassin into his ranks. He not only let her into his castle, he let her into his room, his table, his carriage even. All because he was infatuated by her...amazing...soft...bouncing tits. Look at them...

“You’ve already proven your devotion and loyalty to me Talia...You saved my life today, you were sent to rob me of it, but you saved it...” His father would pay no mind to this gray area situation. He wouldn’t have been captivated by just her breasts either...

His hands lower his bow and notched arrow, undoing his pants and undergarments in one fell swoop, letting his beefy and thick slab of meat swing out freely, as his feet work out of the two pieces of fur and cloth. His sweaty mass and round balls swinging as he licks his lips. “Who...Are there more of them coming for you since you failed? Are they coming for me?” Another small difference, but he asked about her before himself.

 

[Pink.]

She approached him like a doe, with soft, careful steps that lead her closer to him, though as if at any moment she were ready bolt. Talia surely wouldn't abandon Mason, but she may abandon this moment. Her eyes held his, her hands lifting as she came closer to his body; watching as he freed himself from his pants with an eagerness that made the corner of her lips twitch in a smile.

"They will continue to come until you are dead, and surely return me to face the man who sent me, unless they kill me first."

The way she spoke was so matter-of-fact it was impossible to tell if the latter scared her or not. As Talia gained proximity to his bow, she reached up and pressed her fingers against his hand until the weapon was lowered. Her eyes lifted up to his, seeking something unnamed in his gaze as her other hand moved to glide her fingertips over the stiffening ridge of his cock.

"We have nothing to fear tonight," she whispered, her voice lowering to a soft husk of desire as she stepped closer to him, then closer still, guiding him back further into the cavern and to the furs she had settled on a smooth patch of the rock floor.

Gently, she lowered herself to her knees in front of him, head tilted and eyes lifted to his own, her hands on his hips. She could smell his sweat, his desire… the masculine musk that adorned every man but was still so signaturely his own. She licked her lips, left hand bracing against his thigh as the right ventured to his center, grasping his cock at the base against the dark curls of his pubis before, and not without an eager smile, brought her lips to the head of his cock.

 

[RiotMoose]

Masons eyes wander her soft body, watching as it jiggles and bounces in all the right places. His eyes watching her soft nipples growing stiff without even being touched, her lips crease into a smile as she talks, before she finally stops and begins to guide him back.

“Then we should turn back...We must go find these men, no? Before we head back to the kingdom we should cut the head from the snake...”

As she finally stops and lowers herself to her knees, and begins to plead her devotion to him, he sighs slowly. “Though I agree...Let’s take tonight to relieve ourselves of stress...” Surely some stress-relief was sanctioned under the laws. This affair was not really one...As his maidens lips encompass the head of his cock he lets out a deep moan, feeling her warm wet mouth take him in, and he shivers slowly.

“F...fuck...”