The sun was high in the sky over the peninsular city of Trost. The granite white walls of stone surrounding the grandest bazaar market in the human kingdoms, protecting it from the shoreline just beyond. The city streets hustled and bustled with people going from shop top shop, returning from their sprees with spoils they had not expected. Hundreds of inns packed to the max capacity.
Guard patrols, as such on the during the great bazaar’s stay in the city, an annual festival of mercantilism across the kingdoms of humanity on Avalon, were doubled, patrolling the streets and keeping their eyes peeled for thieves and troublemakers. Still, amongst all the busyness, there was merriment, as when coin purses jingled that drew more than just shrewd merchants and petty thieves.
Bards of all kinds, traveling troupes, circus performers, dancers of all styles, were peddling their services alongside the street merchants, dancing and singing and playing instruments and performing daring feats for a share of the coin that was being tossed around.
But one bard had his own agenda.
Cadence had been to Trost several times in the last year, having done a few jobs for the local Governors of Trost’s neighbor estates. He had come to work closely with the city guard. That morning he had stopped into the barracks making his rounds, before settling a debt with the Guard Captain.
The guard captain, Sir Emilia Lark, was the knight-protector of Trost and the surrounding mercantile nations at the behest of Avalon’s largest monarchy: The Holy See of Velstoss. As such the lords of the Merchant alliance named her the Guard Captain of Trost. A human woman with peerless might. She stood at just shy of six feet tall, fit and tall. Rarely did anyone see her without her armor on; sterling steel and silver trim. Last time Cadence had been in Trost, she set a wager for a fight between her and the bard, thinking that he was of little intrigue, despite besting a manticore nearly on his own. She had gone with him on that venture, as the mission was hers to fulfill, but the governor had pressed that Cadence accompany her. She knew of his magical prowess because of that and had decided to set the rules as a martial fight. Now the day had come for the storyteller to make good on his promise to give her such a fight next, he was in town.
The sun was high, beating down on the barracks’ training field. The breeze smelled strongly of salt and the sea, something the Bard always found comforting. A few off-duty guardsmen cheered and jeered as the combatants took the field. To one side stood Sir Lark, helmet discarded, strawberry blonde hair having been cut short into a bob cut between the bard’s last visit and the present. Her softer facial features would have been the only thing to keep her gender secret had it not been that this duel required her to wear Leather armor akin to the bard. The chest piece hugged her body tightly, unable to keep hidden the swell of her bosom, and the tight backside that men often were beaten senseless for ogling. Across from her stood the bard in question, having discarded his hat and cloak. His hair dropped in loose strands down to his neck, bangs swept to the side as he dragged the wooden practice sword he held across the dirt in front of him, then tested its weight in two swings, one one-handed, the second with both.
The proctor, another guard shouted out the signal to begin, and Emilia charged forward. Cadence remained still, waiting and watching as she approached. When she was within 5 or so feet, she brought her practice sword down in an arcing diagonal swing over her right shoulder. Cadence deftly brought up his blade, blocked the swing, parried it around to the opposite side, and followed his momentum to step around her, his sword breaking from her own to slam hard into her right shin, toppling the woman’s balance.
With a grunt she tumbled forward, standing out of the roll, and turning on her heel with a quick strike back towards the bard, hitting him with the tip of her blade at the right side of his ribcage. He recoiled, to his left, forcing the rest of her weight into the strike and side-stepping out of her line.
They broke apart, Cadence leaped back, feeling at the middle of his right side before making the next move. He closed the distance between them and swung down from above. Emilia brought her own blade up with a hard grunt, blocking the attack with only one hand, and having to raise the other as he pressed into it, locked in a blade struggle as the bard met her gaze. “You look good in leather, Sir Lark.”
Her cheeks turned a rosy color, and she felt the skin flush. With an annoyed growl, she shoved him back pushing his blade away from her own before dropping and swinging hard at the bard’s feet. He read the move, jumping over the blade and swinging down again expecting to stop short of her head. Instead, she had rolled to her left, straightened up and swung hard with one hand to land another hit on him across his back.
Stumbling forward, the bard rubbed along his back where he was sure he would be bruised in the morning, before turning back to the Knight. She circled him, the sword hanging low as she studied his stance, waiting for his next pounce. Cadence simply smiled, raising his blade in both hands now as he said “Alright then. Let’s end this.” Emilia couldn’t help but laugh haughtily, having never been bested on the training field before, she lifted her blade and finally spoke up. “The wager still stands, bard.” “I know it does.” Cadence shot back before breaking into a sprint.
He was fast. Faster than Lark had expected.
Before she could even react, he was in front of her, swinging from his right. She lifted her blade to block, making contact and expecting to parry, but his control stopped the blade short of her own, swinging around in a circle to hit the opposite side. Pain sprung out across her right hip as the wooden blade made contact. The bard capitalized on the hit with another to her right thigh, then another to her right shoulder. She stumbled to her left, grunting in pain as she lifted her sword to try and block the next hit. His blade slammed into her forearm, causing her to drop the weapon with a pained cry.
Then the wooden sword was at her throat, and the bard half smirked, an innocent look as he spoke up. “Ferocity is only one tactic. That’s something you taught me, Emilia.” She would grit her teeth, baring them with an annoyed growl as he held her at blade point. Finally, she let her body relax and spoke up “I yield.” Cadence moved his practice sword away and tossed it into the dust before turning back to the onlookers, who all seemed a bit surprised. Emilia stroked her right shoulder as she righted herself, before saying “Ye got in my head.” Cadence laughed gently, before shaking his head “I simply complimented you. And about our bargain.” “Yeah yeah…” She would look to the proctor, gesturing for him to shoo, before calling out over the field “All of ya, don’t ye have rounds to make? Get on with it then.”
Within a few minutes, the field was clear, not a single soul in sight. Cadence began unfastening the latches to his armguards, turning towards Emilia as she undid the fastenings on her own tunic, and pulled it up over her head, white bandaging striped across her torso. She tossed the tunic in the dusty dirt and looked at her right shoulder, where indeed a thin purple bruise was forming. “Fuck, that’s gonna hurt for a few days.” The bard chuckled lightly, before nodding, removing his own armguards and tossing them over to where his other items were set against a tree.
Cadence then turned to watch quietly as Emilia unfastened the straps of the leg and shin guards, removing them and then the tights beneath, slowly pulling the latter down over her ass to inspect the bruise on her hip as well. Within a moment or two, the Knight-Protector of the Peninsula stood before the bard in her bandaging, milky pale thighs and unguarded womanhood on display for the bard as she furrowed her brows. “Come on then, bard.”
Cadence gently chuckled, shaking his head as he approached her, raising his hands and cupping her face, before whispering “Relax. It’ll be fun.” Emilia’s gaze broke from his as she realized he had captivated her for a moment, scowling before muttering “A knight holds virginity as a virtue, Cadence, and I’ve jus’ wagered mine to a swindler.” “Such rude words from such a pristine woman, Sir Lark.” The bard shot back with a short smirk, before pulling her into a kiss. It was not the first time he had kissed her, but it was the first time he had been allowed to see her like this.
She sighed began to relax as his hands released her face, her own arms wrapping around the bard’s neck as his hands moved to her waist. Her body tensed against him when he first touched her, before easing into the feeling as his hands moved up to her back and undid the knot holding her breasts to her chest. The moment the bandaging came free, Emilia pressed harder into the kiss, taking a deep breath through her nose as she tried to hide her bosom from her in his leather tunic. It took a bit of work for him to ease her back, his hands finding their way to her breasts, big enough to hang just slightly, filling his hands with them.
Emilia broke the kiss, ripping away from him as her arms moved over her breasts and she turned her back to him. “W-watch it!” She shouted, looking over her shoulder to look at him. “Too much?” Cadence responded, frowning lightly, before shaking his head “Maybe this was a bad idea then. I should just leave-” “No! I made a bet, an’, on me honor, I will pay it!” She had turned back to him now, stamping a foot on the ground as her arms went to her sides, revealing the soft globes to him finally.
They were bigger than the bard had expected, hefty and hanging just slightly, round and soft, with stiff nipples poking up from small round areola. Despite the splash of rose across her face, she stood unabashedly before the bard, before gesturing to him. “Come’on then! Undress.” Her words drew his attention away from her breasts before nodding with that boyish smirk he often had, removing his own leather tunic now. His torso was covered in more scars than the last time she had seen him shirtless. When he turned back to meet her gaze, after inspecting his own growing bruise along his ribcage, she was idly staring at him while twisting and pinching her left nipple between her left thumb and forefinger. The moment she realized he was watching her; she glared at him and rolled her hand to tell him to keep going.
Now with an entertained grin and a raised eyebrow, the bard removed his pantaloons, pushing the leather armor’s trousers down his legs and pulling them off his feet with his boots, tossing them all aside. His manhood throbbed with his heartbeat, stiffened to the full mast of 7 inches. Both stood there in the midday sun exploring each other’s bodies with their eyes. Emilia’s nearly ghost-pale body, hardened by her training but soft in all the right ways, looked as if it had not often seen the light of day. Cadence’s skin was sun-kissed, a little bit less muscular than the woman, but solid where he needed to be. She approached him, her scowl having faltered into a curious expression as her rather dainty looking fingers took the length of his cock in their grip, gently squeezing and feeling the turgid length. Her right index finger followed a vein down the length of the shaft to his balls, before sliding back up the back and brushing her soft fingers over the sheathe, before pulling it back to reveal the throbbing head.
Cadence’s legs twitched as she explored his most sensitive point, his hands moving slowly forward and finding her nipples, gently squeezing and twisting them, drawing a shuddered breath from the knight as she looked up from her quizzical study of his genitals.
Their eyes met, and then a moment later so did their bodies.
She pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck once more. Instinct kicked in, and her mind told her to jump. She did, legs wrapping around his hips, and he caught her with relative ease. Their lips met, and her eyes closed as she relished the flavor of his tongue, a new battle fighting between their lips. Cadence moved quickly, stumbling forward until Emilia felt the cold stone of the barracks wall against her back.
Then the thick head of his cock pushed into her, with little to no ceremony.
All at once pain shot through her body as he took her. She bit his lip hard, eyes squeezing shut as she gripped him hard with her arms and legs. The bard stopped, his hands moving from her breasts to her hips and holding still. Lark let out a gentle whimper, before pulling away from him, having left his lip bleeding as a small amount of blood trickled from between them. “Could’ve taken it a bit slower, asshole!” She shouted, gritting her teeth as she tried to keep from making another whimper, her eyes screwed shut for a second. “S-sorry. I got carried away.” The bard muttered, for the first time looking a bit sheepish when she met his gaze again. The vulnerability in his expression made her heart flutter, and her core tighten. He shivered a bit at the sudden tightness around his head as she rolled her eyes. “J-just…take it slower, damn it. I want to actually like this.” She looked a bit defeated, but then met his gaze with a hint of longing, leaning in and kissing him again.
As Emilia took the lead between their lips, Cadence gripped her hips a bit tighter, slowly working himself into her until his cock was fully sheathed inside of her pussy, letting her get used to the feeling of being penetrated. Emilia the entire time kept taking breaks between kisses to steady her breathing, finding it hard to accept him all until he was buried to the hilt in her. She leaned back into the wall, huffing lightly before saying “Th-that’s all of it, yeah?” Cadence nodded with a slight chuckle, while she closed her eyes “Gods…it actually feels pretty good. T-take it slow.” She added the last bit with a wary glare to the bard, who nodded again before slowly beginning to pull out.
A moan escaped her, as a mixture of pain and indescribable pleasure built in her stomach. “Oh, gods” she muttered, her legs and arms suddenly holding him tighter as he drew out. “N-no, wait. Push it back-” her words cut into a loud moan that echoed across the field when he suddenly pushed all the way back in all at once. This time there was no pain, only a jolt of pleasure that shot through her legs and up her body. Her skin flushed a slightly reddish color as their eyes met again, Emilia having pulled her head back to look him in the eyes. Her gaze was a thousand-yard stare, but the desperation in her look was clearly visible. “Take me.” It was an order, firm and absolute.
Cadence obliged.
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The sun began its downward arch as the two wrapped in coital fury over and over. Her first orgasm had only been moments into the bard’s first onslaught. She climaxed two more times against that wall before the bard lost control of his own mounting orgasm. She made him pull out, dropping to her knees and at the victor’s behest taking him in her mouth to finish him. She spat out the first load, before being forced to work him to another orgasm at his order, swallowing the second load. It took Cadence’s full strength to pull her head off of his cock when she had brought him to his second orgasm, having been teasing him for the noises he made every time she sucked on a certain spot, hand milking his cum out of him.
She begged him to take her again, bending over against the tree at the northern end of the field where his equipment was piled. He drove into her over and over, and the cries she made could be clearly heard outside the field, echoing over the city.
By the time afternoon turned to evening, Sir Lark found herself bucking up and down on the bard’s lap, slowly riding his cock as she held him against her body, his face pressed into her breasts, sucking on her nipples intermittently. She bit her lip, stifling moans and swears as she speared herself down on him over and over before dropping hard and orgasming again, her body shaking hard as her brain went numb. She felt herself huffing hard when she came too a moment later, little quivering jolts springing along her thighs and arms. Her eyes opened wide when the bard groaned into her breasts and came inside of her, her grip tightening as the feeling of his seed filling her womb was almost too much. “W-wait no!” She shouted, before falling quiet. The damage had been done.
She released him, looking down at Cadence as he looked up at her with a blank stare. Emilia’s gaze was surprisingly tender as she met his gaze, a quiet-looking melancholy look that then turned into a small smile. “The bargain has been fulfilled then…” She mumbled, reaching down and feeling at the front of her mound, before looking down at where they were connected. “Suppose ye got yer wish, bard. Sewing yer seeds in the loins of a knight.” She stroked his cheek with her left hand lightly, before leaning down and kissing his forehead “Ye need to be getting going, an’ I have soldiers to put to work.”
With great reluctance, Emilia Lark stood, letting his cock slip free of her, before dropping to her knees and licking his tool clean with only the slightest hint of desperation. Spitting out the mixed fluids she had licked off him, she then stood again and helped the bard to his feet, pressing a hand to his chest as she looked up into his eyes. “Don’ be a stranger, Cadence.”
With that, Sir Emilia Lark went and collected her armor, bundling it into a pile in her arms before turning and striding proudly towards the barracks, leaving the bard to dress alone as he watched his cum trickle out of her and down her left thigh.
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Donning his hat and cloak last, the bard mounted his horse and began towards the exit, being stopped by one of the guards on his way, being handed a wound up bandage, with a note on it that said: “Something to remember me by.” A small smirk pushed on the bard’s face, before pushing the bandage into his satchel and pulling out his harp, gently playing a song as his horse walked out of the barracks and down into the city, his music joining the chorus of the evening hustle.
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