Meeting Lady Rebecca Ulintine

Boredom. There was no other word to describe it, you shared the coach with three noblewomen, old acquaintaces by the ebb and flow of their mindless chatter. If you were at all interested in the current fashion, or the latest gossip about Queen Emma Von Swanson ...

~sigh~

One of them, a raven haired beauty with lush red lips and soul deep brown eyes, turned her attention to you. Your eyes meet for but a second, but you recognize intelligence and cunning in her.

"That is such a lovely dress that you are wearing... I could recognize Master Luvas work anywhere" Your surprise betrays you, and she smirks in satisfaction "Usually his work is reserved only for the nobilities favorite, but I dont remember seeing you at the last ball" Her two companions are delighted to have a mystery "Pray tell... are you a courtesan?"

The urge to slap the smirk of her face is strong, but you resist the urge. Myrian is laughing histerically, that didnt help either. "My name is Dawn and I am, yes, a woman of nightly arts, milady Ulintine." She must have forgotten you were overhearing their conversation, it wasnt heard to divine her identity "enchanting and mysterious, painful and dark, there has never been a man that met me and left unchanged" Your words were confident and strong, and what was meant as a threat propelled you to the center of their attention

"So this is what Sir Scott was refering as an erotic seraphin... Did you manage to do what so many of us couldnt, and spirit away his virtue?" Anne, a tall girl with chestnut hair said, and sent a wave of girlish giggling through the group, and you allow them a faint smile "Please tell us one of your tales. Make it a rauchy one, full of debauchery and forbidden"

Stuck in the spotlight again, but it was so easy to be suave. Your mind flirts with the countless memories you share with Myrian, and readily pick one. A tale of how she seduced and educated a young lordling,only to find him telling his father about the wonderful lessons he learnt, and having to equally educate all his four brothers.

Amanda Pastrini, a blonde haired woman with ease laugh and buxon shape, at some point widened her eyes "My goodness, I did hear about it! I always though it was just made up, but it happened to you!" They all laugh, and Amanda adds "I laid with the one of the brothers, Sir Norman... he was a stud, you taugh him very well!"

It was Lady Rebecca Ulintine that spoke next "I think we should tell her about our quest..." Anne and Amanda both nod, their hands joining as they shared the secret "We... we want to lay the fabled Dark Knight". Anne picked up after Rebecca stopped " and after him, the Black Mage visculan" and Amanda completed "And Sir Scott Gygora". Absurd and futile, but... maybe they can give you the distraction you need to steal the ancient grimoire.

"But we... dont ask your help without offering you anything in return, Lady Dawn" it was Rebecca that raised from her sit, and inclined over you. "Money... power..." Her lush lips were drawing closer, and despite all of Myrians obsene teachings you find your heart beating faster at the prospect of kissing the raven haired beauty. Your eyes once again meet hers, and you feel like a dove ready to be caugh in hawk claws. Your soul is naked in front of her, and your lies crumble to dust. "But you dont carve those things... no. What you really carve is..." She whispers in rushed tones,and you involuntarilly raise your hand up her skirt, feeling the soft fabric of her leggings. She pulls your hair back, and you keep your eyes closed, eagerly antecipating the kiss. Your fingers find the clip of her leggings, and the supple flesh beneath. Her breathing in your face, savoring your perfume, just like what you are doing to hers. She is fighting the moan your caress are pleasuring in her, keeping her control while you strive to please.

"You smell of sex..." her soft tone burns you with shame "...it is all over you, from the nape of your neck to your whore lips." She inhales the residual aroma of your love making "was it a client? or the midget that accompains you?" It was meant as a quip, but she is caught off balance when she notice she was spot on. a flicker of disgust is soon forgiven and forgotten as your lips meet, and your tongue pry inside rebecca´s mouth. This domineering woman tastes of memories, her blood is old and powerful.

Your hand feel the edge of your knife, but none of your companions notice your hidden blade. Calling its power, you share with Rebecca the memories that lie dormant in her blood. Memories of her own conception, of the night when Danielle Ulintine met the Black Mage Visculan. The kiss that bind you last, its passion reflecting the renacted past.

Danielle, like her daughter now, on top of you, is siting as if to ride the Black Mage, an amazon in charge of her own destiny. You feel the friction over your leg as Danielle takes hold of her fate, and slowly insert the profane cock in the folds of her still virgin cunt. There is pain, for Danielle in the violation, for Rebecca in sharing, but there is also satisfaction. The truest kind, for those that are free of the bonds of fate. Visculan, and you, are pined under the noblewomen; Visculan promises ****, a pestilence that will wreck the entire empire, but Danielle laughs and dreams of paradise beyond her pain. His virulent tongue adds strenght to her urges, and soon mother and daughter are both screaming an orgasm, soul cleansing and mind wrecking.

But that wasnt the end of it. Danielle, and Rebecca in your hands, were violently flipped once their orgasm receded. Visculan´s hands had turned into sharp talons, you hold the stygian dagger. Both rip off the back of the noblewomen dresses, exposing equally alluring butts. Your fingers are a poor comparison to His cock, but with great effort both cause equal amounts of pain and pleasure as they enter noble anus. Rebecca, like her mother once ago, is urging her assailant for more, begging for the unavoidable fate. They are bucking back, until fucking or being fucked lose meaning. Their orgasm is just a detail in the ongoing battle, its lenght sustained for imensurable minutes.

In the end you have Rebecca in your arms, just like the fabled Black Mage had Danielle. Between kisses and lovers caress, the black mage promises "our daughter will grow healthy and beautiful." You caress Rebecca´s lush lips, and you hear his final words "the only other woman I will ever love". You kiss her again, but she is sleeping, her stamina exhausted.

"I... can i be next?" Amanda Pastrini asks, unlacing her dress, and revealing her generous breasts and pinkish nipple.