Ungonius's Scheme in Motion

Kazo watched as the villagers moved around into the late evening. They were clearly preparing the tribute for the following morning. Dragging out sacks of grain and cured animal carcasses and placing them on a cart in the center of the village.

Kazo and the three men he had picked lay on their bellies in the tall grass on a hill overlooking Meadowfort, waiting for the opportune moment to infiltrate the town. He had picked only urken bandits for the mission owing to their incredible vision in the dark. While not as clear as day he could make out the faces of each of the villagers.

His eyes were drawn to the woman clearly leading the efforts. She was tall with a mane of dark brown hair that reached almost to her waist. She was not young, but her body was fit, slender but with large breasts that pushed against the material of her tunic. She had a sword strapped at her side that she touched every so often as if it gave her strength. She directed the others every so often helping to lift something heavy onto the cart.

Soon enough, the villagers had finished preparing the cart and began to filter back into their houses, the light of candles disappearing from windows as they turned in for the night.

“Move.”

Kazo led the others down the slope of the hill, the soft crunch of grass under their feet and the slight swish of fabric, the only sound in the dark of the night. They each had a sack of the leaf from Finyi and would spread out throughout the village tampering with each water source they could find. The kaputi had ground the leaves up into a fine mush that she said would allow it to filter throughout the water easier.

Kazo pointed off to the left and right and the group split up, moving silently between the village buildings in search of their targets. Kazo stumbled on his first target, a small well dug behind what appeared to be a bakery. He reached into his pouch and took out a generous handful of the powdered leaf. He grimaced at it before emptying his hand into the well.

He dusted his hands over the opening to clear the residue of the powder from his hands and moved on. As he left the bakery yard he noticed that there was still light in the next house’s window. He crept up to the sill and peeked in.

It was the woman from earlier. Sat in a large chair, her long legs were curled under her body. She had left her sword on a chair across from her and had kicked off her leather boots, which lay haphazardly on the floor. She was looking at a curled piece of parchment in her hands, her eyes scanning across it with intense focus. Kazo could see that the parchment was one of many in a small wooden box that sat on the chair’s armrest next to the woman.

To Kazo’s shock there were tears rolling down her cheeks as she read. She smiled at something on the paper, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and continued to read. Kazo needed to move on but he found himself stuck on the spot. The woman’s beauty had struck him back when the bandits first came into the village, but here in this moment of vulnerability he knew that he wanted her.

She finished reading the paper and gently returned it back into the box, replacing the lid. She then picked up the candle and carried it and the box into the next room of the house. Kazo followed circling around the building to the next window. Keeping in the shadows he watched the woman place the candle on top of a chest of drawers, slide open one of the compartments and put it within.

The woman stretched, and to Kazo’s pleasure she began to undress. She rolled down her tights, revealing long pale legs and dainty feet. Next, she undid her belt and pulled her tunic over her head. She wore a light camisole underneath, the material so delicate that Kazo could make out every detail of her magnificent breasts beneath. Her nipples were a light pink colour around which were large areolas. Kazo desperately wanted to see what they would like after he had played with them with either his hands or his mouth. He imagined her lusty moans as his teeth caught one of her nipples, pulling on it lightly. Her lower undergarments were more form fitting and Kazo drank in the sight of her bottom, bouncing ever so slightly as she transferred her garments to a basket.

Near naked in her bedroom, the woman was everything he wanted to have, and he felt his cock respond with an appreciative twitch. Kazo wanted to do everything to her and have her do everything to him. He imagined sucking on her large nipples, while his hands explored her soft body. He wanted to cup her buttock as he held her against him and their tongues slid against one another. He wanted to… Kazo stepped back from the window and took a deep breath. He had had many women over the years but none had made him feel like he did at that very moment.

Remembering his duties Kazo slunk away. If Ungonius’s scheme worked then perhaps in the future he would have his chance with the woman, but for now he had to focus on the job at hand. As he moved through the darkness away from the woman’s house he noticed that someone else was lurking about the building. The urken kept a low profile and watched as a balding aeln man crept up to the very window that he had just been peering through.

“Preparing for bed are we?” The man muttered under his breath, “By the Machine, that body is still a masterpiece.”

Kazo wrinkled his nose in disgust as he watched the man drop his britches and reach for his…

Not wanting to see what the man was about, Kazo turned and headed off, searching for other wells within Meadowfort. Ensuring, that Ungonius’s plan came to fruition and come next morning the people of the village would be drinking of Finyi’s twisted concoction.