Slow Western part 4

May 26, 2022 / posted in Stories / No Comments

Back to the beginning of the Slow Western

 

The scene of him riding along on his horse was magnificent.  Whoever did the cinematography for the outdoor things was really good.

He came to the spring, and obvious campsite there.  He set up a camp and sat and looked at the screen.

He had no pretensions when he started talking.  “That was really spooky, mate.  Do you think it was ghosts?”

“I don’t know.  It might be what they want you to think.  Western America was full of strange things, but that just was weird.  And the way the town just shut down.  And the way they got you out…”

He took a swig of water from his metal cup.    “Something just isn’t right there.”  He downed the rest of the water.  “And this is a trap.”

I looked at the screen and saw what he saw.  The camp was not clean enough, if that makes sense.  Like several people had used it, but didn’t have time to clean it up before they left.  The fire ring had half-burned logs in it before he had started the fire.  There were scraps of clothing hanging over a palette-like piece of fence, a small toolbox under a low scrub brush near the spring.

I could see some of the pieces, and said, “Whatever is going on, you need a plan.”

He looked up into the darkening sky and back at the screen.  “Do the pause thing.”

I did, and we talked.  We talked about the situation in town.  Everything the ghosts could have been.  Where the red dirt could have been from on the horse.  We even talked about the steaks we had eaten.  And then we talked about the other movies.  It was…nice.  It had been a long time since I had been able to just have a conversation, and this felt so real.  But I saw we had been talking for 45 minutes with the streaming on pause and knew we had to get the rest of the movie dealt with.

“Ready?”  He nodded slightly and I unpaused it.

We had made a plan.  He tamped down the fire and made the bedroll look like there was someone in it.  He lay under some of the scrub brush and waited.  In movie time, it isn’t too long before the horse reacted to something and a few figures came into camp.  The low, red glow from the coals in the fire pit showed it was a few of the guys that had confronted Him in the hotel.

I whispered, “Two from the spring, I think one from the big rocks.”  He nodded and stayed where he was.

One of the guys knelt before pushing down on where His head would have been, pulling the blanket off the rock figure.  He was confused for a moment and then started looking around.  “He’s not here!  Look around.  He woulnd’a left his horse.”

They looked around, but didn’t see him at all.  They gathered up the horse and some of the other stuff and went into the darkness.  He waited for a moment and then said into the dirt, “You were right.  Let’s follow them.”

Slow Western part 5 ahead

Slow Western Part 3

May 26, 2022 / posted in Stories / No Comments

Back to the start of the Slow Western    Back to the start of the Z-Grade movies

 

The night in the town started with everyone putting boards across windows, covering things with sheets, and hurrying to get inside.  The sun was orange and the mountains in the distance wavered in the shot, the heat of the day making things just a little hazy on the horizon.  Our Main character stood at his window, watching the town put its self to bed in the growing dark.  And it was dark.  No lamps or torches or anything were lit in the street below.

He closed the window and drew the thick curtains over them, turning to the bed.  There was a look on his face I had seen before, and I knew he was going to go out during the night.  But he crawled into bed with his clothes on and seemed to go to sleep.  He looked so peaceful.

The lamp next to the bed started to go down, flickering and sputtering.  I watched as his eyes flew open, looking at the lamp.  He looked over at the curtains and there was a whooshing sound with a bit of a clink and rumble.  I think I could hear horses, too.  He sat up in bed and watched as, even with the curtains closed, beams of light were coming into the room, moving and highlighting patches of the wall.

He got up and went to the window.  He paused and glanced at the screen.

I said, “The only way to find out is to look.”

He nodded and slowly pulled back the edge of the curtain.  His eyes were Blue.  I say this because one of the lights caught him and those blue eyes were so blue right then.  I didn’t mind seeing his face, but I needed to see what was going on below.  His eyebrows came together and he pulled the curtain more open.

There were pools of light traveling up the street.  Sometimes, they seemed to fly by the window, and that was when the beams of light would come through.  The sounds were louder, more wind sounds and some thudding.  I could really hear the panicked horses at that point.  I’m not sure if he could, but right before he stepped back from the window, I know we both saw faces turn towards the hotel from within the light.

The light and noise went on for a while and then just stopped.  He sat on the edge of the bed and looked thoughtful, and then shrugged, pulling the quilt over him as he went back to sleep.

The next scene was him in the hotel dining room, having some food.  I looked at my steak and started in on it as he ate.  The clerk was being a waiter and brought Him some milk.  I saw the start of a waive towards the screen, but He stopped himself, using his hand in a ‘its fine’ motion.

“I don’t mind cooking for myself, but there is nothing like a biscuit from an oven, not over a fire.”

The clerk came back to the table.  “Sir?”

Our Main shook his head and said, “I’m used to being alone.  I talk to myself, I guess.”

There was a curt nod from the clerk and we continued eating.  I saw worried looks from the clerk at His back several times, though he wasn’t trying to hurry the meal.

“That was quite some light show last night,” he quietly said into his glass of milk.

“Yup.”  I swallowed before continuing with, “I can think of so many reasons for it, but I’m afraid to say any of them out loud right now.”

He nodded, putting the glass down and cutting into the steak in front of him.  “Could be anything, but now we know why they don’t want us here.”

I nodded and we finished our meal, the clerk coming over and clearing things away before Main stood.  There was a look between them and the clerk scurried away with the dishes.

There was a cut and the saddlebags were being put on the horse at the stable.  His hand went down the flank of the horse, seeing some red dust on his hand after he did so.  He looked at the horses’ hide and there were flecks of larger pieces of red dirt on the horses’ front, a clean line about a hand wide through it.  The horse was calm as he brushed some of it off with a big hand brush from a bucket hanging in the stall.

The Sheriff was standing there when the Main turned around.   “Slept well?”

There was that shrug and he said, “Not used to a real bed, but it was nice not having to pick rocks out of my hair this morning.”  That slight London accent slipped out though the drawl, and I knew he was trying very hard not to say the wrong thing.

The Sheriff nodded and smiled.  It was not a kind smile, but it was better than the scowl he had before.  “Can I escort you out of town? “  It was not really a question.

The two of them walked down the street, the horse being led by it’s bridle.  The townspeople watched as they went by, but didn’t seem as judgmental.  There was a sign at the edge of town that the Sheriff stopped at.  He pointed and said, “There is a spring about four miles that way.”  He turned and ambled back into town.

Amble into part 4 of the Slow Western

Slow Western 2

May 26, 2022 / posted in Stories / No Comments

Back to part one of the Western Adventure

 

“It’ll be best if you leave before sundown, stranger.”

That sent shivers down my spine.

I said something like, “Somethings not right with this town.  Those were boards over the windows, not shutters.  They are protecting themselves from something.”

He glanced at the screen, the first time I had seen it in this movie.  He nodded, too.  He turned to the Sheriff and said, “I was hoping to get some provisions and sleep in a bed for the first time in weeks.”  I saw the look on the Sheriffs face harden further, but our Main continued with, “If I just stay in the Hotel… After sundown, will that work?  I don’t think I can get my money back from this guy.”  He made a motion with his thumb behind him, the clerk who had appeared looking slightly guilty.

The Sheriff made a grimace and slowly nodded.  “Keep the windows covered.”

O.k..  I was now in familiar territory.  This could be bandits at night.  This could be the ‘Boss’ keeping people in check.  This could be-

He turned to the screen and shrugged before going out into the bright mid-day light.

I giggled so hard at that.

Typical scene of Him sidling up to the bar in the Saloon across from the hotel.  Ordered a whisky and went to a table in a corner.  This is why I had bought the whisky.  As he took his first swig, I had some from my coffee cup.  And started coughing.  I could not breathe.  My eyes were shut and I put the cup down hard on the table.  I tried to breathe, but I just coughed.

When I opened my eyes, He was staring at the screen, the shot glass poised for another sip.  I covered my mouth as the coughing was lessening, but not going away.  His look was of concern, though there was a twinkle as he kept looking at the screen.

In a low voice, he started talking, saying, “I don’t trust the water in towns like this.  Most of the territory, actually.  It is safer to drink the whiskey, even watered down like this is.  Kills off anything that could be living in it.”  He looked around a little and then back to the screen.  “The trick to this is to breathe in before you take a shot.  That way you breathe out as you swallow and it doesn’t get into your lungs.”  He did as he described, and a little cough came out.  “Though it really works only if they don’t serve you kerosene.”

I laughed and he smiled.

The camera followed him through town, looks from the residents getting even more obvious.  He bought some stuff from the store, gave the tailor a vest for repair.  Really mundane things, but showed how a town like that worked, and the suspicion most of them had of a stranger.  I liked that he took his horse to a stable to be taken care of, too.  And a good number of shots of his butt.

Part Three of our Slow Western

Slow Western

May 26, 2022 / posted in Stories / No Comments

Beginning of the z-Grade Adventures

 

I’m not really into Westerns.  I have seen the ‘classics’, most of them the so-called Spaghetti Westerns.  And Paint Your Wagon.

But this was different.  It had the actor who seemed to be able to see me in the grade-Z movies I had been watching.  I had to see if it would happen again.

I had some ‘Cowboy Style’ steak and beans, Pupper more interested in the beans than the steak.  I guess Coffee is a human thing.  I had a specially purchased whisky, a little bit poured out into a coffee mug because I don’t have shot glasses.  I found the movie on the streaming site and delved into it.

This…  This was a real movie.  It began with a sunrise with Him riding his horse against the pinks and yellows in the sky.  There was a light music with bird and cow sounds over it.  The title came up but was not splashy, just the title in a corner of the screen so as not to compete with the scene.  I chewed on the meat and watched as His character rode into a dusty town.

There were scenes of the town waking up, boards being taken down from windows, doors being unbolted.  Suspicious looks towards the Main character were really obvious.  He stopped in front of the hotel, tying the horses’ lead to the post there.  There was a guy in a chair out front who seemed to be napping, even as the others around him were being active.

The Main started towards the front door of the hotel, his saddle bags over his shoulder.  The man in the chair pushed his hat up and started some banter with Him.  There was something about not wanting strangers to stay too long, trying to put him off from staying there.  Our Main thanked the guy in the chair and went in anyway.

The clerk was nervous, but ‘found’ a room and handed over the key, after asking for payment in advance.  Some coin was put on the counter, the clerk looking at it and seemingly not wanting to take it.  The Main ambled up the stairs towards his room.

At this point, I was both hooked and anxious.  It wasn’t my typical type of movie, and I could not tell what was coming next.  I guess that is why I like the schlock movies.  They are so similar that you can predict so much about them most of the time.  This was slower and was unfamiliar.

Though, I was distracted from some of that as he took a bath. Um…  I didn’t mind that it was slow at that point.  He had his saddle bags over the end of the bed, a revolver showing from a holster on a belt next to the bags.  He was in a little copper bath thing that had barely enough room for his legs and butt while he was sitting there.  And cloudy water. And naked.  Naked Butt when he stood from the tub, water dripping from his skin…

I heard myself say, “oh, my.”  And I think I saw him do a little hip wiggle.  I giggled and ate more of the cooling food on my coffee table.

I almost went back to see that, again.

He was dressed and looked quite presentable as he was in the hotel lobby.  He was met by several not so presentable guys blocking his way.  The clerk was not behind the counter.

There was a scene where the other guys tried to bully Him into leaving the town, He wasn’t having any of it and quietly asked them to move.  It looked like it was going to be a fight when the Sheriff came in the door, the other guys becoming all ‘shucks!  we ain’t doing nu’ton.’  The Sheriff did the crossed his arms and watch the guys shuffle out thing and then turned to our Main.

Whatever nice-nice the Sheriff was projecting was gone.

Part Two of Western Adventure

Space Adventure, PART DEUX

May 26, 2022 / posted in Stories / No Comments

Back to Part One

Music Swells!  The Bad Guy Theme!  Clunking and grinding and metallic noises that those inside the ship were reacting to.  And Miss Breasts had her moment, grabbing a HUGE laser rifle and standing in front of the door.  Oh, my.

“Let them come through this!”

I let loose a ‘Hubba Hubba!’, the Captain turning his head to the screen and nodding, a wide-eyed, appreciative look on his face.  He stood behind her and tried not to grin as they waited for the airlock to open.

It was obvious to me, but I am sure the characters didn’t see it.  The Captain was right next to one of these strangely convenient computer screens.  And I saw a shot showing the airlock cycling, and a few buttons on the screen.

This was something I had to think about, and I watched as the Bad Guy opened the airlock door into the ship, several soldier types behind him.  He did a rant about having been stollen from, that he wanted what was his, etc..  And I saw The Big Move.  And it  wasn’t happening.

I paused the movie right there.  Something was not quite right.  The Bad Guy was certain to take the cute Creature and then kill the people on the ship.  That was unsatisfying.

And, I saw the eyes of the Main dart around.  While paused.

“Can you hear me?”  He made a small nod.  “Good.  This is dangerous, but you can blast him out the airlock.”

His eyes went big, glancing towards the computer screen.  “Uncouple the port, close the inner door, and use the stabilizing jets to push away.  I can do that.”

“Good luck.”

There was a nod from him, and a wink before I unpaused the movie.

It jerked a little in the video, but the Captain moved slightly and said, “Hold onto something.”

There was a shot of the Creatures’ eyes peering up at the Captains face from inside the shirt.  MY HEART!

The Captains hand flew to the computer screen, tapping several things before the Bad Guy could do anything.  The cape the Bad Guy was wearing caught in the inner door as the venting of the atmosphere in the airlock pulled everyone in the airlock out into space.  There were shots of the jets pushing the ships apart, and the Bad Guy hanging onto his cape as the ships drifted apart.  There was a pause in the music as the close up of the Bad Guys hand clutching at the cape loosened and let go.

Everyone in the ship seemed stunned.  “That worked,” came from the Captain.  It was a beat, but he had an authoritative voice when he said, “Lets get his barge moving!  I don’t know if they are going to pursue us!”

Montage with exciting music of them rushing to get the ship moving and around the asteroids and through space was a little jumbled, but I don’t think they expecting to do it.

The last scene was the ship landing at a space port on a planet, with the Scientists on the gangplank onto the surface.  There was a very bright sun rising, lighting everything harshly.  There were hand shakes and some banter.  And The Creature would not come off of the Captain.  Not that I would, either, but… Ahem.

“So, Boss, what are we going to do now?”  The crew, led by Miss Breasts stood behind the Captain, looking expectantly at him.

I giggled.  I called out, “Get drunk.”

He smiled and nodded.  “Get Drunk.”  There was a cheer from the crew as they started out to find a bar on this space port.  The Captain hung back and looked at the screen.  I swear he looked at me, and at the Pupper, before saying, “Thank you.”

The music became all cheerful and the credits started scrolling as the camera followed him down the gangplank and putting his arm around the Gruff Engineer as they walked away into the rising sun.

I sat there for a while even after the credits had stopped.  It had been a better than average b-movie, and I think the character likes…

I think I saw him in a Western, too.

Western Adventure

Space Adventure

May 26, 2022 / posted in Stories / No Comments

Beginning of the Grade-z movies

 

The Pupper was in his silver walking jacket, I was in my unicorn onesy.  It was formal tonight.  I had found another video on streaming for that one actor, but this time, he was leading a cast of people though a space adventure.

The splash page on the streaming service had stars and blasters and a ship going through space.  His face and the breast of a female side kick were superimposed, a man in a flowing cape menacingly looked from one corner.

This was going to be awful.  I loved it!

The set-up was a little slow, but most Sci-Fi movies are.  They have to show some spectacular invention or tech to make things somewhat believable.  This one had a crew going on a trade run, and the engines go weird.  The banter wasn’t too bad, and Miss Breasts actually had some of the good lines.  Then the second plot point, and I thought I knew what was coming.  There was a distress beacon which they followed, the engines threatening to give out at any moment.  I liked how the Gruff Engineer was portrayed.  He even looked like he knew what was going on when he handled his tools.  They found a ship with obvious damage, a few survivors on board.  And they seemed like a strange combination of Wealthy Tourist and Scientist.

I yelled at the screen, “Don’t let them bring the luggage!”  

Our Main, who happened to be the Captain this time, stopped and pointed at the luggage the rescued people were lugging with them in the airlock. “Anything to declare?”

I laughed.  I saw a smirk of a smile before he went all serious again.

The people were nervous, but looked between each other and opened up the large piece of luggage.  There was a pause, a swell of music, and then a shot into the opened case.  Something moved inside, and then it turned to the camera…

IT WAS SO CUTE!!!  The eyes!  The speckled scales!  The tail that wrapped around the Captains wrist!  The swell of lullaby inspired music.

But, It couldn’t last.  The Pursued Scientists held the last of a species that the unannounced Bad Guy was after.  They had been attacked and left for dead until they had seen the sputtering engine signature of the …  Well, you know.  Technobabble to make it seem ‘real’.

I sighed and said, “Enough of the exposition.  We get it.”

I heard a short chuckle from our Captain and he raised his hand.  The look on the Scientists face was almost hurt.  “If your pursuer is close, he could have heard your distress beacon.  We should get anything useable from your ship and get going.”

THE MOST SENSIBLE OF STATEMENTS!  I heard my self say, “Yes!” And he side eyed the screen as the ‘fix the engine/ransack the other ship montage’ began.

The Creature stayed on the Captain from then on.  Little chirping noises, big eyes, cute ‘I brought you dis’ moments.  It was almost TOO MUCH, but I loved it.  The crew and their new passengers were underway again, a few good moments of banter between one of the Scientists and the Gruff Engineer making me laugh.

Then, the music changed.  I called out, “Bad Guy Approaching!”

They were in the middle of a dinner thing, with candles.  Really?  Candles in space?  I know it is a mood thing, and supposed to show some sort of poverty, but wouldn’t harsh led lighting-  But anyways, when I called out, the Captains head came up and Looked At The Screen.  His face was full of food.  He spat it out and turned to a strangely close computer screen within his reach.  He looked at the screen and pushed buttons.

“Looks like we have a ship coming up behind us.  Can’t get a fix.”

There was chaos.  People on one side of the ship running to the other side and back.  It was hilarious.

Then, The speakers came on and the deep voice of the Bad Guy came through.  “Prepared to be boarded and hand over my property.”

The Captain looked at the head Scientist and said, “His property?”

Insert scene of backpedaling Scientist admitting they had stollen a genetically modified Creature that held the secrets of the Bad Guys civilization… or something.  They tried to cram too much stuff into that.  I think the Captain heard me grumble and the look on his face stopped the Scientist as the incredulous look and squint made it clear that it was unbelievable even to the Grade-z movie veteran.

There was no time to let the explanation go on, anyway and the proximity alarm, which is the same horrible klaxon in every movie, sounded.  The crew had already been doing the ‘batten down the space hatches’ and the Scientists buckled themselves into the dining benches, which looked like they were just old 50’s diner benches placed on set.  Special effects, sound, music, a few shots across the bow and the Captain ordered evasive maneuvers.

I must say the sudden asteroid belt and chase through it was quite good.  They even were shooting the asteroids in their path as much as the Bad Guy’s ship.  Or at least trying.

And then, Space Laser Net!

I laughed my ass off as the little ship was caught in this glowing thing and dragged to the bigger ship.  Not inside, but to a port on the side.

OH! I have to mention that the Creature was  holding onto the Captains neck with its tail for most of the chase, except for once when a blast was too close and it went down his shirt.  So Cute!  And, well…

Ahem.

Part Two Of Space Adventure

Z-Grade Movies

May 26, 2022 / posted in Stories / No Comments

The thing about streaming services is the abundance of B- through Z- grade movies.  I love them.  If it wasn’t for searching for the very cheesiest movies out there, I would never have found Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter.  Or Jesus Christ: Vampire Hunter(which is a musical).  Or…

You get the idea.

Some people watch Cheers or Friends on a loop.  My Mom does Murder She Wrote.  I do horror films that are horrific.  Tropes?  Bring them on!  Canned music?  The best around!  The same character names used over and over?  Sure, Brad, go pick up Betty for a night on the town!

I have a big screen tv, the type that makes you wish you had friends to help you move it, and that is just in the same room.  I have a couch that is full of pillows and blankets, mainly because I tend to conk out while watching these things and it is just comfier.  And the dog, a little pug-chihuahua mix with breathing problems and an attitude.    He doesn’t like it when I dress him up, but he will suffer and sit next to me as I watch the screen.

Sitting down to tonights movie, I had my ‘dinner’, read chips and salsa, because salsa is vegetables, and a beer.  I don’t really drink, but a friend had dropped off a care package and along with some other things, there was a six pack of Corona.  So, I felt all thematic and found a movie about some people who were digging up Aztec ruins, and about to suffer for it.

It was AWFUL!  I LOVED IT!

Except…

When I giggled at the Buxom Sidekick Archeologist being squeamish about worms, the Main character side-eyed the screen and nodded.  And then, when the costumed killer pushed the Buff yet Tender hired mercenary into a pit of spikes, scorpions, and alligators (really?), I called out, “Yes!”, and the main character stopped and said, “I never did like him.  Now I don’t have to pay him.”

The stereotypical Sex At An Inappropriate Moment scene was coming.  The Buxom Sidekick Archeologist was putting the moves on the Main character, who, I would say was a delightful combination of Strong Jawline and Bespectacled Nerd.  She was all, ‘I’m so scared!  Hold me!’ and I called out, ‘Don’t do it man!  The killer will hack her to death before she gets her boobs out!’

The Main actually stopped and sighed this painful sigh and pushed her away.  “We don’t have time for this if we are to live until daybreak.”  She looked… confused, but stuck with him as they were crawling their way out of the cave they had fallen into.

I saw the Bad Guy Is About To Trap Them coming.  It was just a glimpse of the really bad feather mask fading into the darkness of the cave in front of them, but it was so obvious!  There were two tunnels, one looking like it went up, one kinda not so friendly and going down.  He held the flickering electric torch (yes, flashlight in British English because he let slip his London accent a few times over his Southern drawl.  So cute!) and swung it to the tunnel that led up.  That was the way the Bad Guy had gone.

I yelled at the screen, waking Pupper, and called out, “Don’t go in there!  The killers in there!”

He stopped!  He moved the light from one tunnel entrance to the other and then looked down in the sand floor.  He saw the footsteps(and I think it was a Nike sneaker foot print), and said, “Thanks for the heads up!”  He turned to the screen and gave a thumbs up.

I sat there.  Just watching.  I…  Could not believe what had just happened.

The Buxom whatever gave him a strange look, but followed him into the other tunnel.  A few moments later, I watched the feather mask Bad Guy come out of the Obvious Trap tunnel and look after the two.  He even shrugged.

The movie ended with a sunrise over a mountain that looked more like Italy than Qxiuatl. The two who survived stood at the entrance of a cave, the pink and gold colors bright on their dirty faces.  They looked tired, but Main character put his arm around the shoulder of the Buxom thing and said, “We survived.  Now we need to make sure no one else gets taken by the curse.”  He then looked at the screen and said, “Thank you.”

Before I could stop myself, I said, “You are welcome.”  He winked at me and turned back to looking into the really bright sun.  I collapsed in a fit of giggles.

I have never been able to find that one again.  But, I think I found one with the same actor in a space thriller.  I wonder…

 

Space Adventure

The Slave Assassin Chapter 18

May 25, 2022 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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The King had not been able to get away from some of the delayed business of the kingdom that morning, the Ambassador that had come to see him from Myrned had waited for almost a week before insisting that he needed the King’s attention.  It had taken almost an hour for the Ambassador’s presentation, and it was obvious thruout that Ifahyd wished to be somewhere else.  Then the petitioners started.

The visiting Midland royalty took the opportunity to use the bathing pool, and the red scarves.  Edgar was tended to by Aster, the gentle touch soothed and then aroused and then satiated.  Laun had several offers to have her back scrubbed by the concubines, which led to her tiring out several of the men on the tile.

Laun had messages from several people that caught up with her as she lay by the pool, glorying in the talents of the red scarves of the Royal Estate.  Her own red scarf was there, delivering the parchments, and a few messages from the Peaches.  Laun thanked her, and then deeply kissed her, feeling a need in her.  Laun had motioned to one of the others in the bathing courtyard and Tris was soon surrounded by the companions that had not had a chance with either Laun or Edgar.

The Lord and Lady Salam-Dir had dressed and had waited among some of the Rosemond nobles in the audience chamber.  Edgar found that several of the simpering women were trying to get his attention.  Laun saw that glances from both men and women were aimed at her like daggers, except for the steady look of Marquis Blaque, who bowed his silvered head to her and turned to watch the next petitioner at the feet of the King.

The desert beauty was breathtaking once they were able to leave the confines of the audience chamber.  The fleeting rain had brought seeds dormant for months or years awake and alive.  Laun was happy that she had good padding on the saddle, though she was not sitting well because of one the messages she had received. »Read More

The Slave Assassin Chapter 17

April 20, 2022 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

Back to Chapter 16

 

Laun was in a deep conversation with Lady Hellon.  Talking of harvests and training and trade routes.  There were hundreds of little stones that were moving around their feet, changing their shapes to be what was needed at the moment.  A jet of water came out of the ground, announcing that they had a visitor before flowing away under the rocks again.

Ithian was glowing.  He was and yet was not wearing a light tunic that matched his eyes.  He Kissed Lady Hellon’s hand and then sat on the just-risen rock to be next to Laun.  They kissed, his breath tasting of honey and promises.

There was more talk, of travel and of children.  Of the ways that were hidden, mostly from those who had to travel them.  The rocks would move and show pieces of land that the three...four would be discussing and then reassemble themselves to be a table to hold the basket of smallbreads.

Laun did not know when Lady Engrid had arrived.  She was welcome.  Her golden hair was long and flowed over her as they discussed how the weather pushed many things.  Laun looked at the youthful Engrid and then saw the sand and trees behind her, through her.

There was a tremble beneath them, the rocks shivering and scattering.  The others paid it no heed and continued to discuss the ways of jewelers and blacksmiths and how one was honest to his trade and the other one never could be.

The sensations were strong and she closed her eyes, hearing the others around her fade, turn into a hiss in her ears.  She was riding a horse...or was the horse riding her?  She felt movement and friction and slipperyness-

Laun’s eyes went wide and she was looking into the eyes of Ifahyd as they lay there.  He was in her and moving and making love to her.  She felt her body tensing and moving and getting close to a peak.  She felt the fullness of her ass being taken, hands on her hips gripping her as they moved.

They moved.  It was not just the men.  She moved and reacted and felt what they were doing to her.  She had none of her defenses up, none of the filters that would interfere with the pure sensations.

She did not know who’s hand she held, but she gripped it tight.  She saw the smile on Ifahyds face and then closed her eyes again as the first wave of her orgasm went through her.  She moaned and then growled and then her voice raised as the men did not stop, did not come to their own peaks.  They moved in her, held her, kissed her as she reached a plateau and then was pushed further.

Laun’s head was pounding to the beat of her heart, her womanhood throbbing along.  She did not know how she became wedged between the two men, but she did not care.  It was all sensation and orgasms for quite some time.

There was a noise from Edgar behind her and she knew he was about to fill her ass with more than just his manhood.  His hand went between Laun and Ifahyd, holding onto a breast as he pulled her in closer, pressing his mouth against her back.  They lay there, on their sides as first Edgar and then Ifahyd went over their peaks and filled her with more than just their seed.

Laun felt content.  The three of them lay on the low bed, arms and legs tangled.  Their cocks were still in her, even as the night’s activities made sure that the men would not be performing again for a while.  She was being gently kissed by Ifahyd, a few low words from him she could not understand, but knew the meaning of, whispered to her.  Edgar fingered her nipple and then ran his hand down her, holding her to him when he felt he was about to slip out of her ass.

It could not last.  It did not last.

Cooling damp cloths and tankards of water were used and passed between the three.  They did not talk, but touches and caresses and smiles talked loudly.  It had been a wonderful thing to wake to.  Laun would not say anything about her dreamscape, or what she thought she had learned about Edgar.  It was not needed.  Right then, it was just the three of them, having had each other and still wanting to be with each other.

A scented breeze came in through the open glass door.  The night flowers of the desert had started to fade with the rain’s kiss on them.  It helped to cool the room and told them that the night was going to come to morning sooner than they really wanted.

Without saying anything, Ifahyd started to pull the thin cover down from the top of the bedding.  He moved up and offered the space next to him, not caring which of them took it.  Edgar moved up first and Laun was on the other side of her husband.  There was a touch on Edgar’s hip from Ifahyd, and then the monarch rolled so his back was to the other man.  Edgar was torn, but spooned up behind Ifahyd, his arm going over the older mans’ hip.  Laun sighed and moved behind Edgar, her legs tired and not sure where to go as she found herself in a position unfamiliar to her.

It was good.  The three of them let the put off sleep take them, the morning only a few hours away.

They were protected and watched as Girl slipped into the room, tidying up a little and laying down at the foot of the bed.

Onto Chapter 18 Where the Royals ride through the desert beauty

The Slave Assassin Chapter 16

March 1, 2022 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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Ifahyd had never heard the Royal dining tent quiet as it just had become.  Never.  He turned and then stood, watching the visiting Royals come into the shade and towards him.

They were perfect.  Lord Salam-Dir had chosen an outfit that showed his muscles off under the light cover of hair, the color making his Midland’s paleness under his brown hair more exotic than Ifahyd had seen in the man before.  The Princess...  She was wrapped from head to toe, the outer layer sheer and shimmering in the evening light, the most modest he had ever seen her.  He could see glints of what was beneath, and she was walking carefully, daintily.

“Your Highness, My Lord.  Please, sit.”

The low couch was cleared of everyone else.  Ifahyd motioned to the couch and the two did not seem to look at each other or communicate, but they sat on either end.  Obviously waiting for the Rosemond monarch to sit between them.  Expecting him to sit between them.

King Ifahyd blinked and sat, not knowing which one to look at, to lean towards.  Laun leaned forward, the sheer overtunic showing thru some of the skin that had been hidden before.  She reached for a goblet and it was given to her, the hand being one of the Peaches in a servant’s outfit.  Edgar reached and a plate of fruit was in his hand.

The conversation in the tent started to pick up, slowly.  Most of the nobles and others were watching the center of the tent, watching the Royalty who were sitting together and only speaking to each other.  Well, speaking would have been less obvious.

They had not discussed, but Laun and Edgar had lived with each other for so long that they knew each other.  They knew subtleties of movement, of eyebrow and of breath.  They knew there was danger around them, but that was not the mission for right then.  They had been invited, as Lord and Lady Salam-Dir, to the couch of King Ifahyd Bedral, for his pleasure. »Read More

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