An Unexpected Revelation And A Job To Do

“Thank you Leif, I really needed that.” The woman from the tent breathes out airily. The words hang in the air like mist above a cold river, the temperature drops ten degrees as you briefly lose control of your magic. Frost forms across the ground in a thin sheet. Your blood is boiling now, that incompetent weasel of a man, worthless crow kissing son of a goat, he was supposed to be on watch not getting his dick wet. You stand very slowly and draw a deep breath, this is the worst part of being a Jarl. Even though you can understand his needs, he had a job to do and he failed to do so, at the risk of everyone here.

Agnis whimpers and recoils a little at seeing you in the scant firelight, you can only imagine what she sees. A moment of tenderness rolls through you as you soften your features and briefly run your fingers along her jaw. It seems to work, but you know that everyone needs to hear what happens next. It kills you inside, you want to tell him you would’ve done the same thing in his place, months on the border with no company other than the rough and tumble lot of Buisgardo, the veterans of Mathia too old to fight long engagements but still craving to be useful. You slowly approach the tent, and your voice loses all emotion, you are the winter storm, as you say in a low and dangerous tone “Leif Skardisson, come out here, by order of the Jarl.”.

There is a curse and shuffling inside the low tent and a few moments later Leif crawls through the opening in the front, half dressed and fresh “claw” marks visible on his bare chest and back. He looks embarrassed but stands at attention before you, eyes down cast. You let your intense gaze do its job, and after a few tense moments you address him. “Leif were you not supposed to be keeping watch?” The cold of the night intensifies with the simple and blunt question. The scattering of clouds moves past the moon, and the white light now shines bright on you impressive figure, it reflects off the snow and your white hair giving you a glowing silhouette that inspires awe and fear from those that serve under you.

“Yes, Jarl, I am supposed to be on watch. When I was headed out to the perimeter I caught sight of this little minx with three fingers pounding her little cunt hard. It got me excited, and I offered my rod in place of her fingers. I know that I fucked up Jarl Mikkel but it’s been months since I tasted a pussy and lust overrode my judgement. I accept whatever punishment you see fit, and for what it’s worth I’m sorry and ashamed of my own actions.” At first his feet shift and he squirms under your gaze, but a slow resolve finds him and he brings himself to meet your gaze by the end.

“Three more rotations will be added at the border for your oversight tonight, for your lack of responsibility, and when your rotations are done at the border, I am sending you to Snowwatch Keep for a full year's watch. I hope this little romp was worth it, it will be your last for the foreseeable future. I am also going to have a talk with your superiors when we get to the Pass. I imagine they will have some very unpleasant things for you to do as punishment for embarrassing your company and brothers in front of me.” It is a harsh punishment, you know this, you can see it in his eyes as he realizes another year and a half of his life is going to be given to guarding your kingdom from the outside, with no female company. But him being neglectful of his watch has put the entire party at risk and your own life as well.

As you are turning to leave you hear a voice beckoning to you. “Jarl, wait it isn’t all his fault, It is mine as well and I should share in the punishment.” The woman from the tent is little Jenny Uldgardsdaughta, a petite woman of 4’ 2” and only 93 lbs, her tiny body and bright red hair are both striking and adorable. She is the most recent addition to Agnis’s Shieldmaidens her tiny breasts hang loose as well as her hair, when she opens the tent flap the sharp scent of their fucking comes wafting out into the night air. She is flushed and her tiny chest is heaving, though from embarrassment or excitement is very unclear. As she steps out into the cold air her huge nipples peak on her tiny breasts, and your gaze turns hungry upon seeing her.

As you turn your now hungry and piercing gaze to her, your mind struggles to keep up. On the one hand she is correct and she deserves to be punished as well, keeping a guard from watch is worse in the eyes of your people than theft, sometimes more so than ****. The punishment for the accused usually is slavery. On the other hand you find it hard to punish a new recruit with the severity the offense calls for, and her being brave enough to bring this to your attention speaks volumes about her honor and how she views the code that governs the people of Mathia as much if not more so than you do as their Jarl. This is where the phrase “heavy lies the head wearing the crown” comes to the forefront of your mind.

“Jarl, please? My honor will be reduced if I do not seek to atone for my mistake. I can not allow Leif to take full **** of the punishment for our actions.” She boldly meets your hungry gaze, almost daring you to disagree, your eyes travel her body, your state of being from listening to them while holding your lover trying to take hold of your thoughts. As you watch her you can hear the others around the camp beginning to whisper, and glance around to see over half the company watching to see how things will play out.

With a heavy sigh and a chuckle, the night begins to warm as you take full reign of your powers and how they influence the world around you. “Fine, I suppose punishing only one of you wouldn’t do anyway. Jenny Uldgardsdaughta, for your hand in this display of wanton lust to the detriment of everyone around you, I hereby strip you of your ring and your place among my shieldmaidens. You will enter slavery for the term of one and a half years, you will be stationed at the pass when we arrive in the morning for the term of three rotations, after that you will be sent to Snowwatch Keep for the remainder of your slavery.” As the full weight of your “punishment” dawns on both her and Leif, they both slightly incline their heads in a nod of thanks. The sound of whispers intensifies briefly behind you as others begin to see what you have done. With another small chuckle you add “Now Leif, I believe you have somewhere to be and a job that needs doing.” Your hands reach out and a quick slap to each of their asses sends them on their way.

With a slight smile on your face you turn back to the fire to find Agnis missing, with no small amount of regret you turn to your own tent for the night. The sounds around camp slowly go back to normal. From the woods around the camp the night is alive, small critters shuffling through the undergrowth, distant sounds of wolves howl into the night as the moon shines down upon their hunting, and an owl can be heard sounding out. In camp most tents are quiet though from a few the lewd sounds of sex can be heard. All turned out well tonight you think to yourself as you strip down for bed, the only thing that could be better is if your tent wasn’t so empty tonight. As you close your eyes to end the day you find satisfaction in how everything played out.