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Can a Mercenary be merciful?

She'd finished brushing her hair and had moved to her giant bed. She was lounging on it, her legs out languidly before her. She had a single lamp lit next to the bed. She had a book in her hands and was reading it quietly, though she was nodding off to sleep while she read. She'd had a more than exciting day, more had happened today than usually happened in six months for her! She couldn't stop think about Samson besides, she couldn't concentrate on the book anyway. After trying for about twenty minutes she rolled over onto her side and let the book flop down beside her. Her gown was pulled up around her thighs, but she didn't care, she was alone in her room. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to doze off, the single lamp still lit.

While she slept she dreamt of Samson, of running away with him, of being free. She smiled in her sleep, wrapping her arms around the pillow and holding it close to her, pretending that it was him she was embracing so tightly.
 
As Samson walked throughout the hallway, his mind was focused entirely on one thing and one thing only: Getting to Elsa's room and meeting her there. He can only hope, however, that she was in a forthcoming mood. Before looking for her room, he first made his way out to the imperial gardens where he began to look for the one particular rose that he absolutely had to find and give to her. According to stories he had heard throughout his travels, that a white rose given to someone one loved was a symbol of a pure, ubiquitous romance. How ironic, Samson thought to himself as he began to look for that one rose. It was perhaps the ultimate form of taboo not to mention the biggest slap in her father's face: Rooting around the garden for a lone white rose to give to the daughter of a royal family. There would be no doubt that there would be no mercy for him here if caught. But the double entandre of it was, Paulus was assured that he would be protected, but at a price. Unaware that he would be signing his own death certificate, if anything were to happen to Samson DaVinci, there would be an assassination attempt taken out on him and his head will be taken from his bloodied and twitching corpse. So much for reading the fine print, eh?

Eventually, Samson would soon come upon it when he made his way through the rose bushes in the imperial garden. Perhaps the single most beautiful and largest white rose stood out in a sea of red ones. Being careful to not nick himself on the thorns, Samson maneuvered his hands through the rose bush until he had found the base of the stem of the one white rose he was planning on taking out of there. With a few tugs, Samson finally withdrew the white rose out of the bush with the roots and all and held it in his hands for a few moments before looking back at the castle, smirking to himself as he soon became aware of what he was about to do.

With a full head of steam, Samson hurried back into the castle at a full sprint, but made sure that there was no one there that was watching him or tracking his movements. Once inside, he carefully made his way over to Elsa's room; knowing that he shouldn't even be there to begin with and gave a few quiet knocks on her door.
 
She jumped in her bed when she heard the quiet knocks on her door. No one had ever come to her room after she'd retired before, save her handmaidens who just came and went as they pleased. Not even her father had ever been to her room, it was horribly improper for a man to be in a princess' room, even if the man was her father and sole protector. She sat up and pushed the book to the side, sliding out of the bed. She scurried over to her trunk and pulled out a short silk robe. It wasn't much, but she could at least pull it around herself for some extra decency.

Then she ran over to the door but stopped short of it, brushing herself down and making sure she looked okay for whoever it was. She cracked open the door and peeked her head out, nearly falling over when she saw that it was Samson. Her face flushed a deep red but she smiled wide, "Samson!" she whispered excitedly, "What are you doing here? Come in before someone sees you!" and she pulled back from the door, giving him room to enter.
 
Fortunately for him, Samson had tucked the rose he planned on giving her behind his back before Elsa had opened her door to allow him entry. Quickly, Samson stepped into her bedchamber with his hands behind his back as walked in before turning to her with a smile on his face.

"You'll have to forgive me for catching you at such an hour my lady, but..." Samson began, clearing his throat for a moment as he gazed at her with that same smile. "There was something I wanted to give to you that I saw out in the garden that I didn't see previously." He added, looking around for after a moment with a questionable look. "Do you happen to have an empty vase around here?" He then asked.
 
She stared at him in wonder as he came into her bedchamber, shutting the door as silently as she could once he was inside. She wrapped her arms around her chest, trying to hide her nightgown and her body underneath the robe. She felt terribly scandalous right now. Not only was she mostly undressed, but he was in her room with her, alone, at night! It made her heart swell with excitement, that she was breaking her father's rules like this.

She nodded and ran over to the washbasin and picked up the empty vase that was there. There had been flowers from a suitor there but she'd thrown them out as soon as he'd left. She brought it back over to Samson and handed it to him, her eyes wide like a doe. "I think it's wonderful you've come to visit me," she said softly, not knowing what else to say to him.
 
It was indeed horrifyingly taboo. Here Samson was in front of Elsa who was clothed only in her sleeping gown and chamber robe while it was in the dead of night! He could feel her eyes locked on his own with the same excitement like that of a mere child that was about to receive its first toy of its entire lifetime. Carefully, Samson brought out the large white rose and carefully placed it inside the empty vase: Dirt, roots and all schlumped inside easily before taking the vase then handed it to her with the rose inside it.

"That was one of the things I wanted you to have." Samson began in a gentle voice as he smiled up at her before stepping close to her then lifted a hand up to her cheek and stroked it affectionately. "The other thing? Heh... I think you're already blatantly aware of it by now." He commented afterwards, chuckling a little more as he aimed his eyes down at her as he moved in close enough to give her a feathery light kiss on her lips.
 
Her eyes grew wide with surprise when he presented the large white rose to her and placed it in the vase. Her heart melted completely, she felt so gooey inside that she could just fall onto the floor and be a huge puddle of mush. Her face colored a deep red with blush and she looked down at the ground sheepishly. She took the vase and smelled the rose, the sweet scent of it filling her nostrils. She looked up at him when he stepped towards her and stroked her cheek. She swallowed nervously, her throat tightening with nervousness and her heart beating wildly.

When he kissed her she felt like she was floating in the air. She kissed him back, gently but passionately, placing the one hand that wasn't holding the vase on his chest. She gripped the cloth of his tunic lightly, pulling away from his kiss only after she'd held it for what seemed to her like a million years. She smiled at him and slowly let go of his tunic as well, "Thank you, Samson."
 
When he saw the look on Elsa's face when she took the rose out of his hands to simply gaze upon it and take a gentle inhale of the rose, Samson merely smiled warmly at the sight. She looked absolutely marvelous, even with the deep red that colored her cheeks.

The returned kiss Samson received from Elsa, however, was something that he had not been exactly prepared for, but he nevertheless welcomed it with open arms. The look on his face after she finally stepped away from her sweetened wine-tasting lips seemed as though he was absolutely star-struck, for lack of another term.

"You're welcome, Elsa." He said in a gentle voice before nodding and smiling at her again. And yet, even as he stood there before her, there was a hidden desire raging within his mind and heart that could not restrain itself from him anymore. As if drawn to her like a piece of metal to a magnet, Samson stepped towards her once more slowly before placing his hands on her sides, affectionately rubbing them for a slight moment before gently taking the vase out of her hand and setting it on the nightstand beside her.

"Remember when I said that I found myself rather drawn to you, Elsa?" He asked, smiling at her once more as he replaced the one hand he took off of her side back on it again. "I hope you don't mind this, but... I still am, only that drawn feeling is rather... strong, I should say." He added, smiling at her.
 
She smiled when he stepped towards her and placed his hands on her hips. It was so very scandalous to her, it was extremely exciting. Then he took the vase away and she was able to rest her hands on his chest, able to feel his muscles beneath his cloth tunic. She sucked in a sharp breath when he rubbed her sides, she could feel his hands on the curves of her body, he wasn't restrained by a thick corset or anything. She was naked underneath the robe and nightgown.

"I feel drawn to you too, Samson," she said to him, her voice taking on that in awe, almost worshipping tone, "Extremely drawn to you. Like I belong with you," she went up onto her tip toes to reach him without his having to lean down to her and pressed her lips against his again, closing her eyes as she did so. She loved kissing him, it was so soft and natural, so right feeling. She hadn't quite understood that he might want more from her, she was still somewhat naive when it came to that.
 
As Samson continued to stroke along the covered areas of her body, he could tell right away that she wasn't wearing a thing underneath all of those thin layers of clothing. No undergarments, no corset, nothing but a thin layer of clothing. When he heard about her being more drawn to him than anything she had ever felt before in her life, Samson merely offered her a gentle smile as he continued to massage her sides with a seemingly expert precision.

He then felt the kiss she gave him, getting more of that sweet taste of her lips upon his own. The feeling itself brought forth such a surge of emotions, but it felt as though she was holding back, possibly due to her inexperience with being with a man. Nevertheless, Samson willingly let this go on for a few more moments before he showed her his potential in regards to how a woman should be kissed. When those few moments passed, Samson's hands slid up towards her chest region and cupped her cloth concealed chest, offering a slow rub and loving squeezes of her breasts before leaning in to the kiss, deepening it only slightly, even going so far as to move his tongue about a bit to tease it across her lips. As mentioned previously, she wasn't entirely too experienced with this sort of thing before, but maybe he could show her how he really felt about her with slow and steady advances.
 
Her eyes grew wide when his hands went to her breasts. No man had ever dared to even brush a covered hand by her dress-covered breasts, and now he was fondling her with his bare hands through only a thin nightgown and robe. She tried to pull away from the kiss to protest, to say this was too much and maybe he should leave. But at the exact moment she went to move away, he deepened the kiss and brushed his tongue against her lips. That stopped her, melting her resolve to make him stop. She whimpered though, very softly, to let him know that she was a little afraid. This world of intimacy was completely foreign to her, and everything he was doing, while exhilirating, was terrifying at the same time.

Eventually, though, she had to make him stop. Even as he deepened the kiss more and leaned into her, she began to shy away. She pushed at his chest gently, unable to make her head move away from his, her lips still automatically responding to his kiss. But she tried to push his chest away, tried to make him stop fondling her, to slow down. To any other woman it would seem like Samson was going painstakingly slow, but to Elsa he was moving at the speed of light.
 
OK, so maybe Samson's advances were a little bit stronger than he would anticipated, but the reaction Elsa was trying to get at him was to be expected. However, the feeling of her lips upon his own didn't appear as though he was doing anything differently according to how they were still stuck on his own. Samson would then bring the intensity of the moment down a notch as he leaned back a bit, retracting some of the overall depth as well as his hands away from her chest then replaced them back to her sides very cautiously.

It would appear to any woman that he was going indeed at a torturingly slow pace, but this was how he felt that he should be going with Elsa since she was so inexperienced. One hand, despite the both of them have moved off of her chest rounded behind her back and patted it lightly as he brought back the intensity of the kiss a smidge as if to tell her that everything was going to be fine as long as she trusted him.

After a moment more of this, Samson's lips slowly parted away from Elsa's wine-flavored lips slowly then smiled at her softly yet wordlessly. In truth, there was a very few women in this world that could send the kind of charge through or even steal the words from his mouth him like those lips of hers did, and to be honest, this had to be one of those women. Quite possibly the only one, Samson realized after a moment or realization.

"Maybe that was more to your liking, princess...?" He asked, smiling down at her.
 
He was insistent with his kiss. At first that scared her and she tensed up, wanting to pull away even more than she had before. When his hands gently circling around her front to her back and he patted her, she calmed down a little. She realized that she liked his insistent way. He knew what he wanted from her, and somehow he knew that she wanted to give it to him and so he wouldn't let her get away without doing so. When he finally pulled away from her lips she pouted and leaned towards him, wanting more. She stopped herself though and looked down at the floor for a moment. Then she looked back up at him with a broad smile.

"It was very much to my liking, Samson." she said softly as she slid her hand up his chest and to his scruffy cheek. She stroked it gently and then went back up on her tiptoes again to give him another kiss.
 
Samson smiled when he saw that Elsa was leaning up for another kiss and didn't have any plans on stopping her when he felt her hands reaching up towards his chest and further upwards, resting on his face before pulling him into that bewitching kiss of hers. From there and once their lips were locked once more, Samson's hands lightly rubbed along the contour of her spine affectionately, sensing that she was asking for so much more from him. So who was he to argue?

After a moment, one of Samson's hands circled from her back to the front once more, resting his hand just underneath her right breast them massaged it gently all while caressing her back at the same time.

With this distraction, Samson had hoped that this time around wouldn't exactly be as harsh as she might have feared on her first kiss. Once she was put into a state of security as well as comfort, that would be the time when Samson could really be what she was wanting.
 
She murred into their kiss when his hand began to massage her breast through her thin night gown. It felt nice this time, not scary. She pressed herself into him lightly, silently telling him that she liked it when he touched her like that. She knew how horrible this was. How scandalous. He was making her impure by kissing and touching her. But Elsa didn't want to be pure if she couldn't be with Samson. If she had to save herself for some stuck up slovenly noble, then she wanted to ruin all of that with Samson. The only one she truly wanted to be with.

She let the tension in her body melt away, she let herself really trust him. He wouldn't hurt her, she was absolutely sure of it. He might be a paid killer, but she was a gentle maiden who cared for him. He wouldn't hurt her.
 
A smile within the kiss from Samson silently indicated to Elsa that he was enjoying the light press into his body. In truth, the feeling of her body pressing into his own even the slightest bit was proving to be a bit more than he realized, causing him to moan quietly along with her.

Within moments, Samson's hand on her thinly clad breast would then offer the clothed flesh a moderate squeeze in between his fingers and palm before slowly slipping it inside of the nightgown and continuing his ministrations from there. This absolutely had to be the most taboo thing he had ever done to be quite honest, but Samson did not care not one iota of what the consequences of his actions might be. This woman was being treated by him the same exact way that all women were supposed to be treated. At the same time, she was showing her appreciation by treating him in the same way that all men should be treated in response.
 
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