Eastport (closed)

[ThaDonger]

Standing outside an old cabin, Marcus begins to doubt his purpose here. A stranger handed him a note that lead him to this place. Like an idiot, Marcus found his way here on good faith.

Stepping inside the cabin, all is as they said. Food and drink are on a table near the center of the small room. He starts a fire, hoping to warm drafty walls before sunset. He notices the sound of people outside, moving over the ground vegetation.

As the men enter the door, Marcus immediately recognizes the man from the ball. Taking a few steps back, placing some distance between himself and the man. Being the ruler of a sea port, Marcus knows a pirate when he sees one. The burning question in his mind is, what do they want from him?

"The Mother sends her regards as well, young Marcus. She has a... Proposal, for you. To get your land back."

Marcus stands, his back to the wall, hand resting firm on the hilt of his blade. "Tell me stranger, this mother you speak of, what does she require in return? Nothing is done out of the kindness of their gearts. Trust me on that one."

 

[Makisan]

The man laughed, rolling his eyes.

"The Coldlander asks what she wants, as if he and the men before him didn't slight her." He smirked and crossed his arms. "Terra really did have high hopes for you and yet look at you. A soggy, wet dog."

He rolled his eyes again, leaning against the door.

"Take your hand off your sword, you have nothing i want. And what... No, what, who I wanted was sworn to you from generations ago." His face scrunched up with anger. He glared at Marcus.

"If you or anyone who wasn't Terra cared about you and Eastport as much as she did, you would have known that you and Terra were to be wed and to join houses. It was written when your Ser Brian and the Mother, who you lot disrespect and call Red, sat in chambers and wrote this up," he said hotly, pulling out a scroll with the broken seal of Marcus's house on the outside.

"You should have one with the seal of our house in your keep. You probably never even bothered to read anything in your house," the man snarled, his anger boiling, but he never left the relaxed lean against the door.

"The Mother gives you two choices. Marry her other daughter and keep your house's promise to join or die. Either way, she will show up when that frosted water you call snow covers your land in quiet and take what is hers, regardless who sits atop your keep. We are nearly a million strong, you little port is nothing but tinder. You can either marry into our strength or die by it. Only a fool would tell her no."

He looked at Marcus up and down and let out a laugh before he and the guard left him alone once more.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus finds himself with too many questions to answer. Who is this mother? What is her's? Who swore them to marriage? He needs to find that letter. It holds answers to atleast some of his questions.

Marcus sets out, riding once again for Eastport. As he approaches, he begins to plot and plan the best way possible to enter the keep and search for this letter. He leaves the horse at the gate and conceals himself with his cloak.

At night fall, he moves through the secret entrance, making his way into the study. He is certain he had seen a sealed letter before, when Terra was looking through the books. Finding a sealed parchment, he starts to break it then hesitates. He exists the study and out the private entrance.

Passing the charred frame of the Muff, Marcus pauses in the darkness of the night and stares into the ashes. He pulls the parchment from a pocket and breaks the seal, opening the letter. By the light of the moon, he reads the words for himslf.

 

[Makisan]

On this day of peace, the people of Eastport are indebted to the people of the Amber Isles. Due to their lack of resources, our lack of land to house the hundred warriors left of the Isles and myself, Lord Brian of Eastport, and Lady Patry, the Red Warrior Woman, lack of heir at this time, our Union will be written here as well as the upcoming blood oath.

On the 31st birthday of Lady Patty's heir, she shall be sworn into these lands through marriage. She will be treated as one of our own and will be able to purchase property. Shall this pact fail, the people of the Amber Isles will no doubt retaliate into another bloody war. Let us make sure that doesn't happen.

What the letter didn't mention was how the daughters were "lost at sea", suffered "illnesses" and just "vanished". Five young women had been sent only to be murdered by the reining Lord's men, to break the pact from "lowly desert folk" and "low stationed savages" who had "no proper lands". The sixth daughter, Terra, was smuggled over with twenty or less spies and soliders, their eyes various colors of amber. They sent letters and information about what was happening, putting Terra in harm's way by having her be raised by Hera, the second in command for the Commoners Truth's spy guild, just so she wouldn't be murdered like her elder sisters.

If it was Lord Brian or someone he trusted to end this pact, no one knew. But it seemed that Lord Fredrick was the one who knew what was going on and was determined to end it once and for all.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus folds the letter in his hands then turns back in the direction of the keep. He knows he must find the guard. Down the street a ways, he immediately recognized the mans frame. Approaching him, he walks to the mans side, his cloak concealing his form.

"Inform your people I will honor the letters oath." He turns to face the guard. "With their aide, we will remove my uncle from my seat, I will marry her daughter, uniting our houses. Then the oath is fullfiled and our debts repayed."

"I will meet them in two days back at the cabin. If they do not show, then they null and void the agreement."

Marcus pulls his cloak tight to his shoulders, walking back to the gates and his horse. He leaves Eastport for the cabin to prepare for what is to come. His demands will be simple, a small group to infiltrate the keep and assassinate his uncle. Their will be no army stepping on his shores. He will hold firm to that.

 

[Makisan]

The second night, as it started to turn into the morning of the third day, the door to the cabin burst open, a group of men in black cloaks swarming Marcus and grabbing him by the limbs, holding his head up to watch as the sailor man stepped in.

His eyes were full of fire but his face stayed cool.

"After almost a hundred years of our Mother's daughters being slaughtered, almost a hundred years of broken promises done by your family, you DARE to demand and tell our Mother what to do?! Were you not listening, boy?"

He punched Marcus in the stomach, the sailor's men still holding up upright.

"We will put as many boots on the ground as we damn well please. You cannot stop what your family has already set in motion. Do you think your little plea would stop the years worth of betrayal done by your family?! Our Mother will see you personally when the snow lands on this dirt you call Eastport. She is old and the Amber Isles are far. As we speak now, she is having boats full of people and food loaded to save this wretched place you call home. Our people know that your people are starving and will help feed them. The people of the Isles aren't the savages who would kill girl children because they think theyre are better than our people."

He spat in Marcus's face and punched him in the stomach again, this time his people tossing him to the floor.

"We will see you in 6 months time. Go play nice with your family," the sailor sneered before leaving the cabin.

 

[Makisan]

For a month, Terra watched the keep, hidden behind green leaves of the canopy. She watched, studied the walks of the guards along the tops, through the windows she could see, memorizing faces as best as she could.

As the leaves and guards thinned out, Terra moved farther away from the keep, but still close enough to see the one or two guards pace of the outside and the towers. Her heart nearly emerged from her chest when she saw Marcus pass by a window. Or the shadow of him, at least. She watched him walk into one of the rooms, trying to see his face as his uncle berated him. She placed a hand on her stomach, the rage she had forgotten, that had numbed her, that will warm her through the harsh winter, flared up in her skin.

As the days grew shorter and the nights got colder, Terra's frame grew thin, her skin clinging to her bones. Her tattered boots shifted on the tree branch, dropping the nights fresh snow into the mudbeneath her. She shivered, pulling her furlined cloak around her tighter. By the afternoon, it was warm enough that the snow melted and a light mist of rain sprayed the treeline. She watched the windows again, watching Marcus' dark hair rush down the hall without the old, speckled guard on his left and the offensively pale man on his right that she had grown used to seeing. She watched him yell at his uncle, flinging a piece of paper at the balding man. She watched his uncle, practically almost heard him, boom with laughter and taking a jab to the chin.

Thunder clapped behind her, causing her to jump. The rain started to come down in heavy sheets in the blink of an eye, the sky darkening as if it were the middle of the night as Marcus continued to yell before getting slugged by one of guards that burst in the room. The guard held back Marcus as his uncle picked up the paper, reading it before tossing it in the fire. Thunder clapped again as Marcus went limp, his eyes watching the flame.

Terra watched as his uncle and his guards left Marcus alone.

She jumped from her spot in the tree and rushed toward the entrance of Eastport on foot. It was well into the evening when she made it, walking in with the throng of the last wave of people coming home for the night. The rain brought lightning and more rolls of thunder, the rain hard and sharp against her skin. She pulled her hood closer around her face with one hand as she clung to a cart with the other, as she helped a farmer push it up hill toward the keep. When they turned to give Terra money as thanks, she was gone, hiding in the shadow of the kitchen door, open to let out the heat from the long day. She peeked inside, the kitchen empty. She slipped inside, hugging the dark walls. She was grateful for the warmth, but her stomach yelled at her as she smelt the ghost of a roast turkey cooked with lemon and pears.

She slowly tipped her way through the keep, listening for footsteps and voices as she moved.

She made her way to the room she was looking for, the door closed. She pressed her ear against the door, hearing the muffled voice of Marcus's uncle and another. She held her breath and leaned into the wall when the door opened.

"We will kill him in a fortnight," his uncle said, laughing. The other man walked out, the door open long enough for Terra to roll inside. She watched his uncle, his back to her as he stared into the fire. The moment he turned around, she was on him, a sickly, evil grin pulling at her face. She head-butted him and grabbed him by the collar as he stumbled. She pulled out a hidden knife and pressed the tip against his throat, pushing him towards the balcony.

"Lord Marcus!" A guard gasped, quickly opening the locked door to Marcus' room. "Lord Marcus, you're needed in your uncle's quarter's quickly!" He ran off.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus climbs to his feet, he is dressed only in a pair of pants, loosely tied. Before leaving his new chambers, having lost his to his uncle, he grabs his sword and rushes out the room.

He dares not imagine what could be so important, but he does not rule out an ambush by his uncle. Following the guard at a distance, he burst inside his hold chambers. There, next to the fire, a figure holds his uncle at knife point on the stone floor.

Marcus pauses, unsure what he should do. He had plans to murder his uncle in his sleep, now here is a figure, possibly someone the mother sent. Marcus quicklly unsheeths his sword and places it against the throat of the guard who retrieved him. Completely unsure of who or what to trust here.

"Who are you?!" Marcus calls out to the figure, pressing his great sword against the guards throat tighter.

 

[Makisan]

Terra stood up, and grabbed the dazed uncle by the collar, dragging him out onto the balcony, ignoring Marcus's words. The rain continued to fall in cold sheets, stirring the man.

Another one of the guards rushed in.

"My Lord, a warship has come ash--- dear gods, what is going on?! I'll go grab some archers!" He cried out, running off in a hurry.

Terra stood behind the balding man now, her blade barely cutting into his skin, drawing a trickle of blood. She watched Marcus push his own hostage outside, smiling a bit. She shook her hood back, her thin hair and even thinner face and crazed eyes getting soaked with the rain.

She grinned more, watching the emotions play on Marcus's face.

"Take a step closer and I kill this man," she said flatly. "We should... Talk before I do." She licked her dry and cracked lips, the taste of revenge making her hungry for blood.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus stands there, his long sword pressed over the guards throat. "Talk" he tells her, knowing the man beneath his own blade is one of the mother's.

"You and your people promised me that Eastport would be safe. I only needed to show you, you Terra, that I was true to my word. I leave my lands to bring peace and prosperity to my country and what happens?" Marcus scrwams at the top of his voice. "Your people makes moves against me, my own blood steals my throne and now you bring a warship into my harbor?"

Marcus stares at her, her body seems much more fragile that he remembers. He calms himself, the sharp edge firm against the guards throat.

"Kill him! Do it!...Do it!!" He commands her. "Prove your loyalty!"

 

[Makisan]

She just stares at him, then looks up, seeing several archers ready their bows at her.

She shrugged.

"I know nothing about what you're talking about. I'm only here to kill this man who helped killed our baby," she yelled back. "That day you burned down my bar... I was with child," she screamed, the rain and her years mixing together. "I lost... So much..."

She heard the faint screaming of people in Eastport, an orange glow of fire rising at the pier.

"My people are the people of Eastport, i have no idea what the fuck you're talking about," she hissed. "I have been watching this castle for months! Look at me! Does it look like I have been fed?! Cared for?! By people I barely know?! And you're one to talk about being true to your word! YOU BURNT DOWN NY BAR, YOU COWARD!"

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"I loved you... So much... I loved you more than Eastport."

She slit the uncle's neck, dropping his body. Arrows flew themselves into her body. She gasped and smiled at Marcus.

"May you never... Find... My corpse..." She gurgled over blood as she fell back over the stone railing, disappearing into the pine trees below.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus releases the guard, pushing him to the floor before rushing to the railing. He kicks the body of his uncle before looking below, unable to see where Terra landed.

He lifts his right palm from the stone, her life coating his skin. Marcus drops his sword as he turns to the guard who was once his friend. "Tell your beloved mother, these cursed lands are heres. They have brought me pain and sarrow. May they treat her better."

Marcus hurries out the door and through his passage. He knows of the area Terra would have landed, he just needed to get there before the soldiers did.

He skowers the area beneath the tall pines, where he had hoped to find her. As unlikely it would be, he hoped to find her alive. All he located was blood. They found her before he could.
Marcus makes his way into the wilderness, walking for days as he contemplated the value of his life.

The snows of the season begin to blanket the ground as he sat within a shallow cave. A small fire and no food. Marcus is starving, remember the frail body of his beloved Terra, feeling as though another life is worth more than his.

 

[Makisan]

Having kept her word, the Mother only slayed the men working with Marcus's uncle, leaving the citizens of Eastport unscathed. She had her people set his ships aflame, as she took the long walk up the hill toward the keep.

She had sent out teams of four to find Terra's body and teams of three to find Marcus.

Her small frame rode on a horse next to Kenneth, as they tracked a small stream of smoke at the base of the mountain. They stood at the entrance of the cave as the sun finished setting. Kenneth helped her down and followed her inside. They stood above his almost frozen body before looking up as a horn sounded off back towards the keep, a day's ride out.

The Mother's guards found Terra's body. She was tangled in her cloak, her exposed hand picked at by crows.

As the Mother's people prepared Terra for her burial and the trip back to the Amber Isles, the Mother herself was at Marcus's side, feeding him honeyed milk and cooling his head as he fought a fever.

When he finally woke up, she was sitting by the window, watching the snow blow against the window in the midday haze.

"This snow is horrifying. I thought the rains were terrible. Snow is worse," she said when she heard Marcus stir.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus sits tries to sit up, still to weak and soar. He looks around and spots the frail lady seated by a window. "Where am I?" He questions. "Who are you? I have never seen you around these parts."

The Mother explains who she is and how they came about locating him. Marcus swings his legs off the make shift bed, placing his feet on the cold floor. "You should have left me there in the cave to die. It's what I searched for."

Marcus stands to his feet, sways back and forth for a moment before walking to a fire against the near wall. "Nevertheless, Eastport belongs to you now. As per our agreement. I want nothing further to do with it." He holds his palms to the flame. "All I've done is destroy it...I killed her and our unborn child."

The fire crackles louder as he kicks a log, sending red hot embers upwards. "You going to kill me or what?"

 

[Makisan]

She looked at him then laughed a laugh that only grandmother's could make.

"No one is here to kill you. I'm too old for that," she said, grunting when she stood up. She walked over to him, taking his giant hand into her small one and leading him back to the bed.

"You should rest. Our trip to the Isles is long. You won't make it that far. You still have to live to meet your bride. Who told you I would kill you? Darrin?" She let out a hoot when Marcus described him.

"Yes, Darrin. He is... Headstrong. But no, no one is here to kill you or take your lands. We're here to restore order. Your man, Kenneth? Sweet boy, I'm glad he survived your uncle. He will stay here as will one of my own, to make sure your rule is still true until you return with your new wife and baby."

She sat next to him and smiled, Terra's face popping out at him for a moment. "Won't be gone for more than two years. More than enough time to pretend you like her, at least. If not, you can always take the Bath Girls with you," she added on with a shrug.

"Rest, dear Marcus. We have a lot to talk about."

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus drifts off to sleep. His body sore and fatigued. He wakes to the sound of waves crashing against the hull. He sits up on a new bed, a more proper bed this time. Standing, he throws a black cloak around him and steps outside, making his way topside.

The air is warm and salty as he stands on the bow. Waves crashing and spraying the wood. He reflects on his past, mistakes made, love he had lost...love he had killed. The Mother spoke of his new bride. Marcus loved Terra so much, he only hopes he can go through with this arrangement.

He hears foot steps behind him as he turns to see who approaches. A guard steps forward, "Mother would like for you to join her in her cabin for dinner."

Marcus eyes widen. Dinner? Had he been asleep that long? He simply nodded and followed the guard below.

 

[Makisan]

She sat at a small table, nibbling on a winter fruit she had purchased from Eastport, enjoying the tartness of it. She smiled sweetly when Marcus walked in.

"Forgive me for not standing. The water likes to play tricks on my old legs," she joked, using her hand to point be at an empty seat around the table. They would feast on swordfish grilled to perfection, a strange, red and green vegetable that Marcus had never seen before, red potatoes and finished it off with a spicy wine that would knock back the cold chill that had been coming at night.

"We thought you were dying. You have been asleep for a week," she said, pouring him a glass of wine. She watched his face scrunch up. She chuckled.

"The spice is made from the poison of a scorpion. If you mix it with cloves and peaches, it does that," she said, taking a sip of her own wine.

"We took the wine that Terra had made," she said quietly.

For another 3 months, the Mother had told Marcus everything that she could about the Amber Isles, but it was just too great. They had passed by Cape Shaw, but were still boarded by an old friend of the Mother, who wqs still older than said friend.

As they slowed down, Marcus could see what looked like a desert greeting them. The Mother ignored his pouts and tantrums as they got closer to shore. In sight, a group of fifty people dressed in browns slightly darker than the sand at their sandled feet. Once the gangway was put down, they swarmed the Mother and Marcus, taking off their seasalt stained clothes and dressing them in white, loose linen. They helped the Mother into a litter while the rest sat atop great horned antelope that were used to walking on such hot sand. A rider helped Marcus in as well before getting back on their steed and riding along side them.

"Good evening, Mother. The sand has been good to us whole you were away. Nym noticed your tardiness and has been on a rampage. She awaits you at the gates."

She sighed and shook her head. "Nym, you force of a girl," she whispered to herself.

It was almost a week before they got to the top of the "hill" that greeted them when they arrived. As the sun rose behind them, they rose on the Amber Isles. Three, long fingers of land reached out into the sea. They were covered with grass, tall trees and sandstone buildings. The main city and entrance that greeted them as they got to the bottom after another 3 days had three statues of women greeting them with various items; food, weapons and shelter.

They were a few miles out before a lone rider rode up to them, their mouth covered by white linen and their armor like the guards. They started speaking in a tongue that Marcus didn't understand, practically yelling at the Mother. The Mother replied back in the same tongue, albiet tired from riding in the box for two weeks. As they approached the gates, a crowd of people gathered, small children running up to the litter.

The lone, angry viper quieted when children were present and then hissed into the litter and rode off toward the center of town.

"Oh... Nym,' the mother said tiredly as the litter stopped at a natural fountain in the center of "palm" of the Isles. "That daughter will be the death of me. This is where I leave you. This will take you to the baths and then your manse after you're clean. I'll see you tomorrow evening at dinner.".

She was helped down and ushered into one of the larger stone buildings as Marcus was carried off. When he stopped again, the sun had set the sky afire, the oranges and reds dancing off the sand beyond the wall of trees in front of him.

A group of women dressed in colorful silks giggled and tittered as they rushed over to help Marcus out of the litter and inside the safety of the canopy of trees that seemed to go on for miles. They undressed him as they walked towards a large pool of water so blue it seemed to glow. The women lowered him into the waist high water, a natural Stone seat greeted him as they forced him to sit down. The water was warm but cool enough to bring down his body heat from the sweltering sun.

The women played with his hair, kissed at his shoulders and whispered to him in the language he heard earlier, this time sounding as sweet as poured honey in his ear and not the harsh, sudden bite of a viper. The cooking and gentle touches came to an abrupt halt when someone else entered the pool.

The figure was dressed in a black cotton robe, the hood had a mask that covered their mouth, their amber eyes shining brightly against the pool water. The bathing girls quickly left, bowing to the figure who bowed back, whispering to them.

"You... Marcus?" They called out, their accent thick and heavy against their mouth as they tried to speak in Marcus's language.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus sat in the hot springs of the bath. Admittedly a little uncomfortable given he had never experienced such treatment. But definitely could get use to it. He places his arms on the back of the pool as the bath house ladies stroked his hair and kissed his shoulders.

Once he is wed, would this treatment remain available to him? The customs here are far different than what Marcus has experienced. The language, unheard by his ears is peaceful and calming. He would need to learn this tongue.

He sits up on the stone seat, pulling his arms into the pool. The dark figure makes their way into the water, not bothering to remove the black robes or hood. Marcus remains in his seat, on alert.

"You...Marcus?" the mysterious figure asked.

"That is my name" he answers, staring into the amber eyes of his uninvited guest. "Who might you be?"

 

[Makisan]

They squinted, trying to understand what he said. They tutted and turned to leave the pool. They glanced back and shook their head before leaving, the bathing girls coming back to coddle him a few moments later.

They washed him from head to toe, dried him, covered him in a dry, soft robe and ushered him out to another litter. They waved at him sadly as he was carried off.

He passed closing shops, taverns that gave men more than food or drink, a fight that was being broken up by the guardsmen in their sand coloured cloaks before he was led down a street full of houses and apartments. Some were tall, short, crooked, wide. Some had trees in front, or big, beautiful flowers that would never grow in Eastport.

The litter stopped in front of a house that was painted green with yellow roses on its door. A woman dressed in very little came out to greet him, leaning against the frame.

"Good evening, my Lord," she cooed at him, taking his hand and pulling him inside. It was cooler inside than out, but only because Marcus had a window that faced the ocean, the seabreeze cooling his new home.

"Mother has sent you over elk steaks, spicy lemon pasta, blueberry wine and me, for dessert," the woman said, flaunting her perfect breasts at him. She was 5'8, with legs as long as the boat ride it took to get here, jet black hair decorated with vine and small blue flowers, and was dressed in a short, purple silk dress that refused to stay down with every step she took. Her green eyes continued to watch him as he moved around the first floor of his new but seemingly temporary home.

"Should I wait outside as you get situated?" She asked, cocking her head to one side.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus stepped inside the house. It was small but he found it cozy in a way that relaxed him. He walked to the open window, feeling the cooll ocean breeze over his face. It reminded him of his chambers back in Eastport and how he enjoyed his time on the balcony.

As the woman continued presenting his dinner, Marcus turns to the table, looking it over. With explanation of desert, he looks up from from across the table, lifing his goblet of wine.

"Has she now?" He looks over her, almost as if inspecting her.

"Should I wait outside as you get situated?"

Marcus sits his wine down on the table, now looking into her green eyes. "That will not be necessary" as he motions for her to stay.

He takes his cloak and hands it to her before taking a seat at the table. "You have a name?" he ask watching the way her short dress moved up her body as she walked to secure his cloak.

 

[Makisan]

"Well, the menfolk have taken to pointing at me and saying "come here", so that might be it," she joked as she reentered the room, leaning against the archway.

"Some call me the Favorite, others call me She Devil, but my name is simply unimportant," she cooed. "I am a welcoming gift from Nym herself. I go back to her bed and covers after tonight. You see your bride tomorrow."

She sighed sadly.

"Poor thing. She has taken up the old ways, of bottles and whispers. She has never bothered to learn the ways of pleasure," the woman said, letting out another sigh, this time long and drawn out. She slowly walked over to him, her hips swaying to the crashing of waves right underneath the window. She poured Marcus another glass of wine, her hand gently gliding over his.

She kissed his cheek and played with his hair, pressing his chest against his arm.

"But some say," she whispered into his ear, licking at the lobe as a hand slid down his chest. "Some say that her drinks and words make her the perfect lover. She can say something and two more of her appear from the shadows to please you," she moaned, sitting in his lap, the heat from between her legs almost on par with the heat outside. She fed him a piece of the steak, kicking out her long legss over the side of the chair as she took a sip of his goblet.

"Some say she's the Mother's favorite because of how her hair is. Others say it's a curse, a shame. I think it's pretty, to be honest," she shrugged again, stretching out on him, like a cat in the sun. "You have breakfast with her tomorrow. In her study. Her guards will send for you when it's time. You have clothes in your room for tomorrow," she said against his neck as she pressed a hand against his crotch, fingers dancing up and down his hardening dick.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus grips her hair, pulling her head back on her shoulders. "Your eyes, they are not amber like others around here." He states in a curious tone.

He pulls her towards him, his fingers entwined in her hair as she straddles his lap. He hand holds firm her head, exposing her neck to him. He runs his free hand over the smooth skin of her neck, then down her chest, gripping and tugging at the fabric. The laces of her dress in his fingers as he pulls them loose.

He pulls a side from a shoulder as his mouth hungrily bites down on it. He continues to pull the dress down one of her arms as his mouth moves up her neck. He feels her weight pressing down on his stiff cock and low rumble of her moans on her neck.

One of her tits falls free from the material as her dress reaches her elbow. Marcus quickly releases the dress, grasping tight on to her bare breast before dropping his mouth. Her nipple is immediately hard in his mouth as he sucks it in, biting down with his teeth on her sensitive nipple. A loud moa n escapes her mouth as he pulls her head back more, moving her back against the table.

 

[Makisan]

She cried out in pain, a flash of worry played in her eyes.

"Because I'm not from here," she whispered shakily. "My town no longer exists so Nym brought me here," she finished, looking up at him as he pushed plates of food out of the way and laid her on the table, her torn dress the last thing on her mind.

"I'm just the messenger and the whore, your grace. If Nym wanted you dead, the Bloodied Flower would do it herself," she said, propping herself on her elbows as he sucked on her tits. She cried out when he slipped two fingers inside her, her hands gripping the edge of the table. She rocked her hips against his hand, undoing his breeches with one of her own. She stared as his dick flopped free from the loose fabric.

"It has... Been a while since a man has entered me," she admitted. "They know not to touch me, Nym would see them dead." She cackled when he froze but urged him on with a smile.

"This is different. I am excited," she groaned as his hand slipped from between her legs.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus grips the whores ankles, lifting and spreading her legs as he does. His cock lays across the shiny, wet lips of her pink pussy. He grinds his cock back and fourth, feeling her heat on the underside of his dick.

He backs up a little, the head falling over her wet lips. He pushes his hips forward and hears a small gasp escape her mouth just before his cock slips free, sliding up her wet cunt. For a whore, she is rather on the tight side.

He prepares to release her ankle and grab his hard dick when she reaches down, pushing his cock back to her entrances. He feels her resistance as he pushes his thick cock head into her entrance. She manges to accommodate his large purple head. Marcus stares down vetween their bodies as her's is stretched to take his.

He moves his grasp from her ankles to her thighs as he pushes both legs up, pressing her knees against her tits. Marcus watches as he sinks deeper inside of her. He pussy stretching open to receive her first man in sometime. Her head is back against the table, her eyes closed as she moans loudly.

The whore, having taken just about half of Marcus' length, sits back up on her elbows, looking him in the eye before glancing down for a better view. As he pulls out just a bit, she sees her wetness surrounding and coating his thick veiny shaft. Without a word, a large drop of saliva falls straight down, striking her pussy and his cock simultaneously. With that, Marcus presses forward, his long shaft disappearing deep inside her as his full, hevy balls smash against her ass.

 

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She shuddered, falling back onto the table, letting out light moans with each thrust. As he picked up the pace, she started whispering to him in Amberian, grinning up at him as she played with her tits with one hand, the other on his chest

She let out a grunt and a sigh when he pulled all the way out and pushed back into her roughly, spreading her legs more. The hand on his chest moved down between her legs, rubbing at her clit gently, biting her lip and closing her eyes. She let out a gasp when he flipped her over onto her stomach, putting her knees in the table and taking her again, a loud moan coming from her throat.

She held onto the edge of the table, her voice getting louder and louder as he pushed into her quicker and deeper.

She looked back at him and started talking to him, teasing him in that language he didn't understand, a smirk playing across her face as she watched sweat fall from his.