2 comments/ 3469 views/ 0 favorites The Bastard; Loyal to One Ch. 02 By: Snikkel Hi there, As the title says this is the second chapter of this story, so if you're unfamiliar with the preceding chapter you might want to read that one first. I want to thank all the readers who took the time to rate/comment on the previous chapter. And a super special thanks to Sophie and Jamie, for their assiduous proofreading and editing. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter as much as you enjoyed the first one. I presume you enjoyed the preceding chapter or else you wouldn't have read this whole introduction. So long! --------------------------------------------------------------- A high cliff loomed on one side of the field on which they stood, and except for the rock wall, the field was surrounded by a forest of ashes, elms and birches. Marvin counted ten small and one big tent. Even with the four shacks, which leaned against the cliff, this wasn't nearly enough to harbor all the people that occupied the place. Klarissa walked immediately to the big tent, so he had to continue is observations while trying to catch up with her. "Where do all these people live?" Marvin looked at her stern face, and with her eyes fixated on the tent Klarissa seemed to have forgotten about the world she was pacing through. 'What?" "There are too many people and too few tents, so where do they sleep?" "In the mine," she nodded to the cliff. "It is depleted and ran out of ore more than a hundred years ago. No one knows of its existence." In the tent, there was a big map claiming the left wall. This, and the numerous rolls of paper spread out on the table, indicated it was being used as a war room. A man leaned over the table. His back was turned to Klarissa and Marvin, and a small group of people were listening to what he had to say. Upon their entering, a woman looked over her shoulder. "Robert,"she interrupted the man and nodded to the entrance of the tent. He turned around and his face bore a mixture of concern and irritation. However, when he saw who was standing at the entrance, only relief showed. "My love," he exclaimed and with three long strides, he held her in his arms. "I was so worried." He grabbed her face and kissed her deeply. Their little reunion was short-timed. They were barely in each others arms before there was a commotion outside. "John! John!"a brown haired woman came into the tent. "Klarissa, I heard you were back. We have all been so worried. Where is my John?" Klarissa turned around and her face saddened. "I'm sorry. Marta. There was a second party. They took us by surprise, they killed..." "No, not my John." Marta cried, her expression changed from shock to anger. "You said you would watch over him, watch over all of them," she accused with tears streaming over her cheeks. "Why did you survive!" She took a knife from her belt and stepped forward. The crowd in the tent was taken by surprise, except for Marvin, he grabbed the woman's shoulders and then pulled her into his embrace. The knife fell out of her limp hand and Marta started to cry against Marvin's chest. Robert just now seemed to noticed the stranger standing in his tent. "Who are you?"he asked, then he turned to Klarissa. "Who is he?" "I'm Marvin." "That is Marvin." they answered at the same time. "Had he not rescued me, I would have been dead." Klarissa elaborated. "In that case; Marvin, it is a honor to meet you. I'm Robert, the rightful Lord of Bramen," the lord looked calculating at the stranger in his tent. "I'm in your debt for rescuing my wife, tell me what you need and I'll see to it." Two woman came and took Marta from Marvin's arms; they guided the crying mess out of the tent. Now freed, he bowed. "The honor is all mine, m'Lord." he said, his lips parted in a smile. "As for my payment, I only want to serve you, m'Lord." "Of course my man, you're ever so welcome in our ranks, but if you desire any thing more please tell me. Don't mind me asking, but have we met before?" Carefully, he studied Marvin features. "You look awfully familiar but I feel like I just can't place you." "No m'lord, we haven't met. But I can tell you, we Nordsman look all the same, apparently. If I got spörk every time someone thought he knew me, I would not be a mercenary," Marvin answered laughing. "A what?" a self-conceited looking boy asked. "A mercenary, I used to be a sword for hire." "I know what a mercenary is!" the boy snapped. "What did you say before that?" "Oh, a spörk, that is what we call the copper mind in my lands. A streets is what it's called here, yes? I'm sorry if there was any confusion." "No worry, Marvin. We all know old habits die slow, especially custom from a home country," Robert said with a wide smile. "Nico, come over here!" From behind the table, a small but broad shouldered man moved over to them, black shoulder length hair, a big gray beard and black eyebrows that gave him a shaggy look, but Marvin noticed that the clothes under his apron were as clean as they could get. "Marvin, this is Nicolas, my good friend, a veteran of the Satlock war and first smith of our army. He will show you around camp and find you place in the mine where you can sleep. " "Nice to meet you." Nicolas grunted in reply and the handshake was a strong one, as if he tried to read the youngster in front of him through the firmness of his hand. Marvin followed Nicolas towards the mine entrance, and although the old veteran wasn't the most outspoken person, Marvin pried some information from him. Nicolas had been one of the first to follow Robert into rebellion, appalled at how the Earl had nestled himself in the bosom of his former enemy, the King. Just as many other soldiers he would rather have gone down fighting instead of surrendering, so he couldn't stomach it to be ruled by the king in Satlock. The mine had been their home base for almost a year now and since then, their number had increased to nearly two hundred freedom fighters, all equally devoted to their lord Robert and his wife, the Lady Klarissa. When Marvin asked about the boy in the tent, it was apparent that Nicolas didn't like him, and he called him a weasel. However, his real name was Francis and he was the Lord's squire. Acted like a prince, though. ***** Leaves rustled to the left of him, but Marvin chose to ignore it. One knee rested on the moist underground, the other bent in front of him. In that fashion, he sat as he peered into the woods. His bow rested on his lap, an arrow notched. They had been stalking their prey all morning, and when they left camp the sun had yet to rise. Now, it caused long beams of light to fall through the tree tops, illuminating the dust which drifted in the air. Finally they had caught up with the group. With his free hand, he signaled to his four companions; he had spotted their prey. He chose his target, a young male, pulled the arrow to his lips and let it go. He imagined he could hear the arrow fly, but what Marvin didn't have to imagine was the dull sound of impact and scream of pain which followed. Two more arrows hit the young buck, all flying from different bows. It proved too be too much for the animal, which tried to walk but instead of moving forward, it fell to the ground. Slowly, the five walked over to the dying animal. When they reached it, it was Robert who made use of his knife and released the deer into death. He inspected the arrows which stuck out of its flanks and then he looked up at Marvin, whose hunting skills he started to appreciate, and if Marvin's way with the blade was as fabulous as Robert's own wife had described it, he would prove to be a valuable asset to their cause. "Right into its heart. That's some good shooting Marvin," Robert said. "I do my best, m'Lord," the other answered in his humble manner. "He does his best, did you hear that Nico?" Thomas muttered. "His best all right. Would have been nice if he left us some game to shoot." The tone in which Nicolas answered was almost resentful. "I will do it slower next time; that will give you a chance to watch and learn." was Marvin's retort. The laughter of the three men scared the birds high up in the tree, who flew away to seek a more quiet place to rest. "Come. Let us gut the deer and we can carry our prize back to the camp. Would you like to give it a try, boy?" Robert's question was addressed to Bram, Nicola's son, who had been staring at Marvin, his young face full of awe. "Do you know how to field dress? No, you don't? Come on over and we will do it together." The boy walked shyly to his father's Lord, who started to instruct. "First, we lay the deer on his back and spread its legs. Then you cut its hide. Here take my knife. Start at its neck, careful now. Good, good and now around his genitals. The cock and balls," he explained upon the boy's puzzled look. "Yes, and now around the anus, shitter, up to his cock again." By now, the boy was sweating in concentration. "Now that you have cut the hide, next is the layer of fat and muscles underneath. Take the same path as before but don't cut too deep for you must not damage the innards. Well done lad! Please hand me back my knife and I'll show you how to remove the bowels. Look carefully. Next time, I'll let you do this." With his knife back in his right hand, Robert started the butcher's work. Next to him, Bram projected his full mental focus on the operation that enfolded in front of him, an expression of extreme concentration coloured his face. Every time Robert expounded an action, the boy's head bobbed in unseen nods. On the way back, Lord Robert motioned Marvin to wait a second, until the other three had a head start that was to his liking and then he followed them, so Marvin figured he should do the same. They walked a short while in silence, something with which Robert tried to create some air of intensity. Marvin's curiosity was aroused; patiently, he waited for the other to speak. "I heard you moved out of the common sleeping quarters and made you a home deeper in the mine. I hope there haven't been any problems or disturbances which caused this move?" 'Starting with trivialities, are we?' Marvin wondered what his Lordship really wanted. "No, no problems, m'lord. I just sleep better on my own and I feel uncomfortable in big rooms, comes with the trade I guess. But I'll move back if it pleases my lord." "It's alright, you can sleep where you want. As long as it isn't with my wife, of course," together they laughed about this silly notion. "And please, call me Robert in private. We may have known each other for just three weeks, but I've got the feeling Luck has send you here." "Thank you, m'Robert," Marvin grinned sheepish as he corrected himself. "There is something else I wanted to ask you, or more directly there is something I need you to do for me. Between Bramen and Karligen, on the high road, is a little village. In this village, I have left something for safe keeping, something very important for this cause, and now I need a trustworthy man to retrieve it for me. With rescuing my wife, you have shown your skills and commitment, besides that is there no risk of you being recognized as it is the problem with my other core men." "Of course Robert, please tell what to do." ***** Klarissa was glad she got away. Her morning had been filled with people bringing reports and people asking for orders. Although she knew as a Lady she had to become accustomed to it, she also needed some time on her own. Now, she finally had time, time to think. Her time in the woods had been more than a week ago, and since then, she had not had a single moment to think about what happened between her and Marvin. Oh well, she thought about it; she thought about him. He was always there. He had his own little spot in the back of her mind. But time to rest and think clearly, she had not had. The water rippled and the mirror forest faded away as Klarissa waded in to the basin. It was hidden behind high bushes, and whoever wanted to reach the place had first to crawl through them first. No one knew about this little paradise, except for Klarissa who had found it about six years ago and hadn't let anybody in on its existence. It was her own little spot. A little stream refilled it with fresh water and at the end of the summer it was lukewarm. She was now knee deep, and when she looked down she could see small fish swimming around her feet. Her toes curled over the edge to a deeper part of the basin. The fish scattered when her feet came free of the soil, as Klarissa dove in to the clear water. Had there been an observer, he surely would have enjoyed the sight of her naked body, swimming with powerful strokes under the surface, just not as visible as he would like it to be, cloaked by the water. A short while later Klarissa was floating on her back, staring at to the cloudless sky. Her thoughts drifted, to her husband and as well as to the man she thought she loved. The essence of her dilemma came down to one problem: the fact that these characteristics ought to describe one and the same person, but they did not. There was Robert and there was Marvin. Marvin, whose touch she craved; and every time she saw him, her heart skipped a beat. Two nights ago, she walked in the dim light which shone in the old mine's corridors. A hand grabbed her arm and she got pulled into a dark niche, lips pressed against hers. There they had kissed each other, ten seconds, an hour, who could tell? But when steps neared them, he had whispered, "Good bye my love" and was gone. Left her standing with a heart beating so fast she feared it might rip open her chest. Marvin, the picture of a loyal servant; his Lord, her husband. But when he was sure no one looked, he grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze or he playfully pinched her bottom. The bottom of his Lady, his lover. How could a woman function with such a man around, just beyond her grasp? Small rocks pressed into her back. Apparently, she had drifted to the shallower parts. With thoughts of Marvin in her mind, she touched herself. Her hand cupped her small breast and gasped when two fingers pinched her nipple. She thought of his smile, his broad chest, his hard cock. A hand stroked absently over her abdomen; swiftly it passed and reached her cunt, and slowly, she started to rub. Then one finger went inside, to be joined by a second; together they moved in and out, in and out. Her left hand caressed and pinched her nipple uncontrollably. Water splashed where her right did its work. Pleasure rocked through her body, and as she raised her pelvic high above the surface, resting on her heel and shoulder blades, she let out a long and loud moan. Slowly, she sank back under, cooling her glowing body in the now relatively cold water. And while her mind was still foggy, she heard someone speak behind her. "Very nice hide out you got here, though hard to reach," a well-known voice said. Klarissa turned onto her belly so she could see the young man standing on the edge of the basin. Her well-formed behind, which he liked to pinch, stuck above the water, and the wetness, which lingered upon it, glittered in the sun. "How did you find me?" she asked him. "I saw you slip into the forest. I wanted to follow you right away, but first I had attend to to the deer we shot. Once it was done, I excused myself and set out to follow your trail, which was very hard to spot, so I knew it was yours. Later on, I just had to follow the sound," he finished with a grin. "May I join my Lady?" a question he didn't need an answer to, since he had already started undressing. "Yes you may," she answered nonetheless, and her stomach tightened in anticipation. The sight of the naked woman in the water had left Marvin highly aroused, so when he pulled down his pants, his cock stood at full attention. Klarissa's mouth watered. Slowly, he walked into the water, his member bouncing with every step. And when Marvin reached her, she lay before him on the ground, like he was an idol to be admired. Then she kissed his feet; she did not know what had compelled her to do so, but it seemed the right thing to do. She kissed his feet and after that, she kissed his ankle, then his shin and his knee; to reach it, she had to sit on her own knees. When she kissed his inner tigh. his sack brushed over her forehead, so she looked up and via over her nose, it traveled to her lips. She opened her mouth to lick then she parted her lips even wider and sucked one ball in to her mouth. While this all happened, her hands had traveled up. Her left rested on his buttocks and her right slowly stroked his member. After some time. Marvin took her by her left hand. "Rise, my Lady, for my mouth aches to be reunited with your most pious lips." Klarissa smirked at his overly courteous manner. Yet she followed, when Marvin guide her up with one finger hooked under her chin. Her right hand lingered on his cock, her left entangled in his hair, both his hands cupped her butt, and they kissed. She let go of his member to lock her hands around the small of his neck, then he lifted her up, so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Klarissa's wet body pressed against Marvin's dry one. In that fashion, he carried her into the deeper water, their lips still locked. Ignorant of the sudden disappearance of the soil, Marvin stepped over the edge. Locked in embrace, they went ducking, and then came back up spluttering and laughing. Careless like children, ducking and splashing each other, they swam back to the edge. There Klarissa placed herself on Marvin's lap, his dick rested in the crack between her cheeks, and she whispered into his ear, "Finally I'm going to feel that cock of yours inside me." They put these words into action as she reached behind her back, grabbed the base of his cock, guided its tip to the entrance of her pussy, and accompanied by a long moan of satisfaction, she let his member glide into her. Their pelvises met once again. With her hands resting on his shoulders, she started to rock her hips. Marvin let out a moan when the warm and soft inside of Klarissa's cunt started moving up and down his cock. His hands rested on her hips and the muscle in his buttocks tensed and relaxed to meet her rocking motion. One hand left the curve of her body to reach for her breast. She released her hold on his neck and let her hands rest on his knees behind her. Her bust, now proudly presented to Marvin's attention, bounced in time. Marvin leaned forward and locked his lips on a nipple. The sensation caused by the swirling tongue led to a small orgasm, which Klarissa expressed in a high pitched moan. Her grab on his knees tightened and water splashed due the ferocity of their mating, but the density of the liquid around them prevented any further increase of velocity. Every time Klarissa moved up her cunt almost lost grasp of his cock, just to be slammed down again. Deep down in his sack Marvin fell his balls tighten. "Please, please. Come inside me. I want to be filled by your seed. I want you, I want your..." Klarissa's plea was cut off by a long loud moan. It was answered by a grunt which came from deep within Marvin's chest. And as Klarissa's inner walls started to spasm around his dick, he spilled his sperm into her womb. Then the moaning stopped and once again only the songs of birds were heard in the forest. ***** Although it had been a hot day, Marvin shivered. All day the sun had shone, as if the summer attempted to leave a last strong impression before making room for the fall. But night had fallen and along with the sun temperature had dropped. Pale moonlight illuminated the path parallel to the creek, clouds rushed over. Passing in front of the moon, they cloaked the land in brief spans of darkness. "Yes this has been the last day of summer; from now on, it's autumn," Marvin reflected as he strode back to the rebels' den. The Bastard; Loyal to One Ch. 02 On instructions of Lord Robert, Marvin had left camp before first light and it was noon when he reached his destination. Last time he had passed that little village on the road between Bramen and Karligen he had avoided being seen, but today he had just strolled in like any other traveler on the high road. This particular village did not really stand out in respect to other villages in the remote area. A little inn with no more than five or six rooms, seven houses habituated by farmers who cultivated the surrounding fields; nothing peculiar about these things. However, these buildings were not the reason Lord Robert had sent him here. Two more buildings stand in this village, one of them is a recently erected guardhouse, and it formed the spearhead for the Earl's patrols. The other is a tanner's workshop, and was also Mathews reason to visit. As he walked over sandy path, which led to the little house on the edge of this village, he noticed the foul smell that is stereotypical for process of leather fabrication. The door was open so Mathew just stepped into the workshop. The stink there was even stronger and when the tanner looked up from his work, Marvin did not dare to speak. For he knew if he was to open his mouth, not only he would smell, but also taste the foul air. In which case, he would share something utterly different from words, so he just signed the craftsman to join him outside. Once back on the porch, the tanner removed the piece of cloth covering his lower face, and while Mathew gasped for air like a man rescued from drowning, the craftsman was the first to speak. "I know, it stinks in there, but a man gets used to it, after some time. Now lad, what can I do for you?" His voice was old beyond his age due to the noxious fumes he took for air. "I'm here to pick up an order. An order for m'lord, Sir William of Miessen," Marvin answered. "Of course, Sir Williams order," the man slowly said, but his smile had melted from his worn-out face and his glaring eyes betrayed his newly aroused distrust, "and who are you?" "I'm Sir Williams courier." "You weren't in his retinue when he placed his order." "Indeed, I was not." "And yet, he did send you to pick it up." Emphasizing the 'you'. "So he did; m'lord gave me the task to pick up his order." "So he did, so it'll be. Stay here," the old man turned around and went into his workshop. A short while later he emerged from it, holding a leather vest. The man looked expectantly up to Marvin, but in case he had hoped for any giveaway of the youth's thought, he was to be disappointed. Marvin accepted the garment plain faced, said his thanks, and walked away. Once he was sure he was out of sight, he stopped to cast a closer look on the item he had been sent to retrieve. At first, it looked like a simple padded leather vest, but as he examined it closer, Marvin found the backside to be notably thicker than the front side of the vest. He bent the leather and with a keen ear, he noticed the sound of creasing paper. He focused his attention to finding a way of opening and resealing it, but after some time, he had to conclude that this was going to be difficult, if not an impossible task. The young man cleared his mind of fruitless thought and proceeded to the village's only tavern, the stage for a meeting of his own design. It was a fine establishment with a broad common room with two rather big windows, which were wide open allowing fresh air to enter freely. On the right side was a great, empty fireplace. However on cold winter nights it would be the patrons' reason to stay just a little longer and maybe order one or two more refills. The floor was covered by scobs, no more than two days old. All this, plus the aroma of cooking, contributed to a very pleasant image. Not at all like the dark, smoke filled holes of the cities, with their air stained by the smell of piss, stale beer and unwashed drunks. "Welcome stranger," greeted a jolly man. A grinning round face placed up on a weak, fat body, and a body posture reserved for lords, cooks and innkeepers. Water flew in the air when he threw his wet hands up in greeting. "Welcome to the Lazy Ox. What a pleasure having you, young man. Can I get you something? An Ale, or do you prefer wine? I have real Drumsburger. Or maybe some food? My lovely wife is making a stew, the best stew between Karligen and Bramen. Doesn't she make the best stew, boys?" "If you like rat meat," answered one of the four guards to whom the question was directed. "No, you dirty dog of a man, there are no rats in the Lazy Ox," the innkeeper exclaimed in mocked anger. "Don't listen to those bastards, drinking my cellar empty while they should be out on patrol." "Hey, we pay for our drinks, you cheap fuck." "And you ought to, or else I would ask the Earl to send some real guards." Marvin, finally finding an opening to speak, said, "That stew so smells so good, I don't care what's in it. I'm sure I have eaten worse on the road." This was met by an approving laughter of all five men. "And a can of ale for me and these good men here. I would like to hear some firsthand stories about those bloody rebels." "Oh, that lot can't tell you none, only lies is what you'll get," the innkeepers remark resulted in hisses and curses from the guards, and laughing he went to get the ale. Two more cans were ordered and emptied before the guards told their new friend goodbye and left. Not much later, the innkeeper came in carrying two plates. "Do you mind some company during dinner?" and sat down next to Marvin. They ate in silence, until again, it was the innkeeper who spoke first. "Do you have orders for me, m'lord?" "M'lord?" asked Mathew icily, staring daggers at the now visibly shaken man. "I'm sorry, I thought... The coin you paid me with," the innkeeper stammered. "I'm just a traveler," Marvin smiled warmly. "And yes, I have orders for you. Or else, I would not be here, would I?" "Yes, yes, no you would not be here, if you had not, of course." Marvin's sudden change of tone had left the poor man even more disturbed. "They can send the carriages." "OK, I'll send them a message." "And master Jopkins." "Yes?" "The tanner, he has to be taken care of." "Master Gilbert? Why? How? Me?"The innkeeper's face wouldn't have slacked more if he had seen his own dead mother walking in to the common room. "Yes, him, I don't care how or by whom. If you can't take care of it yourself, ask them. They wont be happy, but they will send someone. I do not have the time and it is necessary the tanner is gone before the cars arrive." Marvin had finished his meal, and stood up. Before walking away, he looked at the man whose appetite he had spoiled. "Master Jopkins, make sure it gets done; you're being paid accordingly. And compliments on your wife's cooking" ***** Marvin passed the serenities unchallenged, and after just a month in their ranks, he was seen as a wellknown and steady factor for the rebellion. With the moon being on her way back to the horizon, Marvin decided against disturbing his lady and lord in their slumber and to retire at once, leaving the news to be told the next day. As he passed through the giant room which functioned as sleeping hall, Marvin heard a soft weeping sound. Quietly, he waited in the dark, debating whether to proceed to his chambers or to inquire. Not that the latter action would reveal anything unexpected; Marta had been crying herself to sleep ever since heard the news of John's death, and frankly, even the most understanding individuals thought it to be annoying. So Mathew decided to do his new friends a favor, and get the grieving woman's mind off her deceased fiancée. Slowly, he walked towards the wailing hump of misery; once he reached it, he squatted down, touched her lightly on the shoulder, and spoke in his most soothing voice. "Marta, how are you holding up?" "I'm fine," she sniveled, her face turned away. "I'm tired, leave me to sleep." Marvin let his hand rest more firmly on her shoulder. "No. I will not leave you here: lonely, crying in to the dark." Softly, he pinched her in the shoulder and said, "Please come with me, we can talk." Marvin felt her move , and even though they couldn't see each other in darkness of the mine, he knew she was looking at him. Blindly, he grabbed her hand and stood up. Then he repeated, "Please, come." Now, Marta also rose and followed him meekly. Strongly grasping his hand she followed him in to the pitch black corridors of the mine. Full of confidence Marvin found his way through the absolute darkness. They had been sitting in silence for awhile, but now, Marta started to talk. With their back against the wall, and the pelt of the deer keeping away the cold of the stone floor, they sat rather comfortably. Though her voice was still unsteady, Marta started to tell how she and John had run away from the farm. It had been his idea to join the rebellion, John was like many of the young men, resentful because a father or brother had died in the lost war. While John had been a fierce supporter of Robert, Marta had just gone along to be with him, and now, he was gone. She knew that the others didn't like her, especially now that she cried so much, this knowledge upset her and caused more tears. In fact, there was only one who wasn't fed up with her yet, the Lady Klarissa, and now there was Marvin, whose arm lay protectively around her shoulder. "And now I can't even go back to the farm," she cried into Marvin's neck, and the fabric on his shoulder became more and more wet by her warm tears. "My Pa will never let me come back after I ran off with the stable boy." "I'm here for you. And when we've thrown over the Earl, we will live in the castle, together. Then, if you want. we will go to the farm, together, and your father will be thankful for the brave daughter he has." "You really mean what you're saying?" she looked up, full of hope, and the faint light of the torch glimmered in her eyes. Slowly, Marvin moved his face down, his eyes holding hers fixated. And just before their lips met, he whispered; "Yes" Although the kiss started slow, it grew more passionate quickly, and as Marta cupped his neck to draw him further into her, she started to moan into his mouth. Soon, they were rolling over the chilly stone floor, but both of them were too occupied to notice. They tugged on random clothing, not knowing to whom they belonged, eager to feel each others naked skin. The talking part was over and now Marvin was on his back while Marta straddled his lap. She growled of lust while she lined up his member to the entrance of her most eager cunt and as she guided his shaft inside, she let a out loud moan, her eyes rolled back until only the white was showed. Inspired by this vision before him, Marvin remembered a rumor he had once heard of daemon priestesses in the fabled lands south of the sea, who used male sacrifices to fuel their sinister rituals; however this little mind wandering was short lived for his own dark priestess had set her nails into his flesh, and her eyes just a while ago filled with tears now blazed with lust. This all was not exactly what he had envisioned when he had taken it upon himself to comfort this woman. What he had expected had been more in the line of sweet soft kisses and tender loving, but Marvin wasn't inclined to despair when things got rough and he was quite willing to adapt. However he wasn't someone to be dominated, so he decided to play in equal coin and grabbed both of her swaying breasts, kneading them forcefully then, he decided to pinch and pull her already erect nipples. Neither of them was content being fucked in a submissive position, and due to this, they rolled over the floor. A growling, humping, biting, and scratching mass of limbs, and only when a small orgasm distracted Marta, Martin found the opportunity to pin her under him, using both arms and legs to enforce his dominance. Although this was a very tiresome position to mate, Marvin held, but eventually his muscles started to ache, and as soon as she felt him weaken, Marta grabbed her chance to ascend to the top. A victorious laugh escaped her mouth before she started to move her hips. She bent over, pressing her ample bosom against his chest, and stuck her tongue deep into his waiting mouth. Marvin tried to make the best of his position by grabbing her hips and meeting her thrusts midair, he knew his time would come. In fact, it didn't take long before Marvin had another chance to free himself, and this time he decided to take no halfhearted masseurs. While Marta was dying her little dead he quickly pushed her off, turned her around, and then reentered from behind. Before she knew what had happened, her face was pressed against the cold floor. She grunted in anger and frustration while Marvin's pelvic slapped against her ass. "Now, you're mine," Marvin hissed in to her upturned ear. These word infuriated her even more, but there was little she could do with one arm locked behind her back, so she resulted to wiggling her ass. At first, this amused Marvin, the unexpected movements brought great pleasure, but when his cock slid out of her for the third time, he decided it was time for drastic action. His right hand was busy holding Marta's behind her back, keeping her under control. However, his left didn't have such an important task so he used it to spread her cheeks apart. At first, Marta thought he made a mistake, but when she felt his head push against her nether hole, she knew it to be intentional. "Don't you dare, you Luck damned bastard!"Completely immobilized Marta could only resort to threatening and cursing, by which Marvin wasn't impressed in the least. He just chuckled and then moaned while her muscle gave in under pressure and her hole slowly widened to accommodate his cock. She cursed and yelled a little bit more but once he was fully inside her, she abandoned this act and when he released her hand to give attention to her clit she didn't even think about getting away. The only thing she wanted was to be filled with his manhood, and every time he moved forward, she pushed back attempting to take him as deep as possible. The hand on her cunt and the cock in her arse, this double sided attention, would soon bring her to a third orgasm, and when her sphincter constricted around his penis, she pulled him along over the edge. Together, they fell over. Marvin lay on Marta's back, filling her rectum with his seed. Still panting, they lay in each others arms, her head on his chest and one leg over his, a position most woman seem to favor. "I never knew it could be this... wild," she sounded sleepy, because for the time being, the sex had swapped all her sorrow and worries from her mind. "Nor did I," Marvin chuckled, but when he looked down she was already asleep. He estimated it to be well in the morning so rather than to sleep he decided to get up, wash off the sweat and report to his Lord and Lady. ***** "Good morning," Marvin stepped in to the tent holding the vest in his hands. Five heads turned from a table covered in maps. "Ah, Marvin. I heard you came back late last night," Robert replied. "Yes m'lord. I decided to let you and the lady sleep. I hope I wasn't out of line." "How considerate of you. We already expected as much, but we did not expect to see you this early," while Klarissa's tone was most civil, the death stare in her eyes spoke its own story. "Rumors tell you went on a second mission last night." "For a change, it seems rumors are true. Marta had trouble finding sleep and needed someone she could talk to, and who could comfort her. My efforts have been successful, and she was still in deep slumber when I left." "You're sure it was Marta? Some of the men were worried a wild animal had found its way in to the mine, and with that bruise on your chin and the wary look on your face, you look like you've been wrestling the whole night." "If someone could tame such a wild beast, it sure would be our mighty Nordling," in contrast to Thomas' earlier jest, Francis' contained a trace of venom. Nonetheless the four men's lips curved upwards, but Klarissa's kept a tight shut line: a keen observer would wonder about this apparent disapproval, but the focus was on something else, so no questions did arise. "Good, now to a more serious matter. Three days ago, I received word from the prince of Linden and the marquis of Frazen. With a proviso that we conquer the castle, the noble men are willing to form an alliance with the reestablished principality of Karligen. This is what we have been waiting for," Roberts tone had changed to a most intense whisper. "Marvin, I did send you to obtain this vest. No doubt you guessed that the vest as a garment doesn't have any particular value to us, but what is hidden within is of a most dire importance. Please," he gestured Marvin to place the vest on the table; from his belt he took a slim bladed knife with which he proceeded to cut the red sticking. Marvin's guess proved to be right, because the content of the vest showed to be six pages, filled with various lines, scribbles and writings. "This, my friends, is our way in," pride filled Roberts words. "Those pages I obtained from my late friend, master Derksen. Some of you had the privilege of knowing him, some of you had not. But let's focus on what lays before us. These writings hold the key to one of the best hidden secrets of the kingdom. The Master had discovered them a couple of years ago, and I was the one to help him, for his eyesight was almost non existing. Towering stacks of paper we summarized to those six. Generation on generation built Bramen Castle and every time it grew in size, new hidden passage ways were added and old ones were lost. Now before us, we have maps and descriptions for fourteen different hidden entrances." Marvin managed to tear his eyes from the table, and looked up to meet Roberts gaze. The rebel Lord almost glowed with pride and excitement, but the other four just stared at the table. The look on their faces indicated that none of them, not even Klarissa, had known about the existence of these maps. Beside amazement, there was something else; a gleam of excitement which even Marvin felt, for a different reason though. They knew all those months of preparing and hiding, lead to this point; from here on forward, only one path remains. They would go to that castle, and here before them was their way in. Marvin knew how they must feel; that cold realization, the excitement, and the fear. Although he himself had known those feelings many times before, now he just felt excitement; he could feel it burning, the rush of adrenaline, but only a trace of it could be read of his face. This is why he had been send, these papers in front of him. While they had heard rumors and they had speculated, they had never been completely sure. But here was the conformation and to behold this knowledge would be of eminence value. A secret way in to one of the most formidable castles of the realm, almost impregnable by ordinary means, and the young Lord had found it. "So we will sit warm and dry before the winter dawns," it was Thomas who broke the silence. "When will we move?" Before Robert could answer it was was Marvin who spoke. "There is something else; not nearly as uplifting as what we just heard, but I think it's in our favor. While I was in the village, I talked with some guards. Besides the usual horse-crap, they told me that there will be another shipment, something nobody was supposed to know. None of them knew much about it but since it will be heavy guarded, it has to be something valuable," Marvin looked his lord straight in the eyes. "It would in our advantage if apprehended that shipment, on ground of various reasons. I propose to stagnate our debouch." The Bastard; Loyal to One Ch. 02 Robert looked skeptical. "When will this shipment pass?" "In no more then three days," Marvin grinned. "Why not start the sending of the first parties to Bramen anyhow?" Francis asked. "Yes, we will have to travel in small groups. It will take at least a week, moving everyone without raising suspicion," Klarissa stepped in to the discussion, but she still refused to look at Marvin. "You're both right, small groups are our only chances to stay hidden. But I propose to wait: the supreme moral boost of an accomplished raid will make the delay worthwhile." "Listen to the young man. Here is someone who knows what he is talking about," Nicolas said, the normally so grumpy veteran face showed a smile. "All right, I will listen to him. You two go out, and prepare the ambush," Robert ordered. "Klarissa and I will go over the logistics of the move. Thomas, Francis: I suppos you have enough work to entertain yourself; if not, take some boys for training. And friends, this all stays between these four walls, or cloths." "Of course." "Yes, m'lord." "As you order, sire." As Marvin passed her, he grabbed Klarissa's hand, motioned with his head, then he let go. Behind him in the tent, he heard Klarissa lie to her husband. "I'll be right back, I forgot something." Marvin walked along the rock wall until he reached the treeline, and there, he went left. He spotted a fallen tree which would make a formidable seat so he sat down and waited. "What do you want?" Klarissa bit. "I want to talk." Now, she got ready for some serious scolding. "And what if I don't want to? You'll go to Marta? You son of a whore!" Marvin sat there, recalling the words to a pseudo sophisticated sounding lesson one of his old teachers had beaten in to him. "Emotion is the poison of the mind, destroys logic, dulls the senses. He who cries like an infant will be short-lived like childhood." The normally so dextrous Klarissa stood there, legs wide spread, hand on her hips; even a child could overpower her standing like this. "I know I am. I was the one who told you, you remember?" he said with a smile, then he was back to serious. "Stop being silly, you well know why I did it. Rumors and suspicion were forming, and if you had not be so selfoccupied, you would have noticed the relief this morning." "Silly, preoccupied?" Klarissa hissed. "How dare you..." "Be still," he interrupted her. "The is no reason to fight. You do not like it nor do I, but I'll be what is necessary. This is a facade we have to keep up until circumstances change." "Doesn't like it neither," Klarissa muttered, as he stood up and took her in his arms. ------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter three is examined by my editors critical eyes as I write this. Once I've cleared out all the horrific mistakes, marked in an unforgiving yellow, it will be submitted to the site. Thank you very much rating/commenting, however if you didn't rate/comment; scroll down; rate/comment; scroll up; read this sentence again.