The Gift (Closed)

[island_girl]

Lady Isolla sat alone inside the stifling carriage as it rolled down the coastal road. Coverings were drawn back, letting in the breeze from the sea but it did nothing but make the air more humid. Lady Isolla was not used to the oppressive heat of Curawn. Her homeland, Zena, was always cool, even in the summer months and the heavy silk stain fabric of her dress was not making it any easier. The combination golden, lustrous gown and a gold cape, fasten across her shoulders, covered her almost completely, leaving only her arms bare. Jewelry flashed on her neck and ears, large golden earrings dangled from her ears. A heavy chain of small gold links, encircled her neck, matching the chains holding together her long brown hair. Lady Isolla wore the golden colors of her house proudly.

Her eyes, dark and large with thick brown lashes, looked out the open window, catching the first glimpse of her destination, the summer home of the Curawnian King. Set on the edge of the cliff overlooking the nearby bay, the sprawling palace rose high in the air. Pennants and banners flew on top of the high towers. She could make out the silhouettes of guards patrolling the battlements. And outside the main gates of the palace, a large contingent of Curawnian soldiers stood, forming a guard as her carriage rolled by.

The carriage stopped inside the main courtyard of the palace and a royal footman helped her down. A woman dressed in clothing that marked her as a high ranking servant approached Isolla. “My Lady, the King waits for you in the West Hall. If you would follow me?”

The West Hall was a large room. Tapestries depicting military conquest by the Kings of Curawn hung on three of the walls. The fourth wall opened out to a balcony facing the bay. A writing desk and chair sat in one corner, opposite a velvet divan. A table covered with maps and letters was on the other side of the room. A man stood on the balcony, looking out towards the sea. Isolla waited by the door while the servant announced her to the King of Curawn.

 

[a_libertine]

Valero Abreu was in the yard practicing his sword play in the yard his body a bright sheen as sweat glistened in the bright sunlight, as Bruna announced, "The carriage has arrived in the city, my king. The envoy from Zena will be here in an hour or so."

Valero nodded, then dropped the practice sword and headed off. A quick bath later and Valero met with the diplomat that rode ahead and handed the king a letter.

My Dear Cousin,

I promised you a prize wrapped in gold which you will treat as well as it deserves. Do whatever you wish with my gift she is from a family of treasonous vipers. While the loss of land is painful to me, the loss of that family is not.

I trust this seals our treaty appropriately and the borders are set.

Bozidar

​

Valero set the letter down on the desk and stepped onto the balcony. He heard them arrive even before Bruna told him that she was here. He turned and looked at his 'gift.' "Not the gold I wanted, but it might work."

He walked into the West Hall and motioned for her to come to him. The wind had tossed his long blond hair, he knew. Honey colored eyes watched her as she approached. His voice low like rolling thunder, but soothing as a gentle breeze flowed out of him as he said, "That outfit will roast you alive in this climate."

He pointed at the divan, "Sit." As she settled he asked, "What is it you think you are here to do?"

 

[island_girl]

“Yes, the weather is not what I am used to.” Isolla replied, walking towards the divan. “It never gets this cold in the north.”

Isolla studied King Valero as she considered the question as she sat down. He had the almost same hair and eyes as her own King. Isolla knew that the bloodlines of the royal families had intersected a few generations back. Isolla found the way King Valero had phrased the question was a bit unnerving. “What I think I am here to do? I had thought that King Bozidar had sent a letter to you before I arrived. The King has asked me to conduct the final stages of the negotiations for the treaty between our nations.”

 

[a_libertine]

Valero nodded, "He did send a letter," pointing to the desk where he had dropped it, " there it is on the desk. It was not what I expected, and I am damned sure you aren't either."

The king pulled the chair in front of the divan and sat. He was so close that his knees were just outside hers, and if either moved their knees would touch. He breathed in her perfume and found it... curious. It smelled more of pine and cedar than the fragrant perfumes of the south. He decided that he liked it.

He leaned in, "My beloved cousin failed to mention your name in his letter, and I do not recall you. What is your name?"

 

[island_girl]

“Well, being unpredictable is a good skill for an envoy, don’t you think so, King Valero?” Isolla laughed. The King sat in the chair opposite her, pulling it nearer to the divan. He was within touching distance of her, closer than it was appropriate. Isolla made no mention of it; she had heard that the sense of propriety was different among these southerners.

“Ah, I do not believe we have ever met, King Valero.” Isolla adjusted her gaze as the King leaned in close. “My name is Isolla of House Erazo.” Isolla smiled at the King. “I think you might have heard the name ‘Erazo’ before.”

 

[a_libertine]

Valero nodded to himself. The gift now made sense. In a very real tangible way her family caused the last war. They made a habit of raiding into Curawn and stealing the wives and daughters of some of his more northerly lords. To be sure more than her family died in the wars, but Lady Issola was one of the last remaining members of her family, if not the last.

Valero's first reaction was an urge to knock the smug smile off her face. But, she was a woman. Indeed she would need to learn her place and he was sure in time she would. The question was how and by whom.

"If I were you, I would guard that name carefully. " His smile was ironic and cold, his voice while still deep, lost much of its warmth, "There are many that would parade you in the streets naked letting every squire, knight and lord rape you." He dropped his eyes to her crotch and then back to her eyes, "And at the end if you lived they would let every able man and boy in the city finish the job."

He watched her face carefully judging her reaction.

 

[island_girl]

Isolla reeled back away from the King, as much from his tone as his words. “Are you threating me, King Valero?” she asked, doing her best to keep the emotions she felt showing on her face and in her voice; a mixture of anger, embarrassment and an unfamiliar emotion at the lewd way he looked at her. A sudden thought occurred to Isolla. She was alone here; her guards and servants were back in the city, with only King Valero and his soldiers.

“I am an envoy of King Bozidar,” Isolla said with all the coldness she could muster. “If you or any of your lords, even lay a hand on me or do anything to me, I can assure you that King Bozidar and the armies of Zena would march of Curawn and lay it to waste.” Isolla said. It was mostly a bluff; with how her relations with King Bozidar was at the moment, Isolla would be surprise even if he gave her a second thought. And any disturbance to the signing of the treaty between the two nations might stop him from acting. “I think it is time I left. My presence would be needed at the negotiations. If you could move out of the way, King Valero?”

 

[a_libertine]

As Isolla began to stand, Valero placed his hand in between her breasts, thumb on one while his ring and pinkie fingers were on the other and pushed back onto the divan.

"You will know when I threaten you. That was a small illustration on how you will be received at court." His voice modulated toward neutral as he spoke.

His hand was... warm. The feel of her tits in his hand was titillating. Her chest was full and heavy, pleasantly plump perhaps. Mentally shrugging the thought of her on her knees sucking out of his mind Valero looked her over again, this time overtly appraising each of her assets.

"You are not here to negotiate, " he said. "Those are done. You are a reparation payment. " Valero leaned back in the chair and said, "You and all that you represent, land, title, income, now belong to me. So you see Bozidar sold you out. You are at my mercy and or protection not his."

He stood poured himself a glass of wine and sat back down giving her a moment to think. He drank from the glass, then said, "You see what your uncle wrought now?"

 

[island_girl]

Isolla was stunned as the King pushed her back on to the divan, his hand across her breasts. A part of her brain noticed how warm his hand felt across her breasts before anger overwhelmed it. “You dare to touch-“ was all she could manage to say before his revelation of Bozidar’s betrayal. Despite all the fighting and disagreements between the two of them Isolla had not thought he would have taken his actions this far. As Valero continued to speak Isolla realized the magnitude of what had been done to her; she had been reduced to nothing more than a peasant and sold off like a slave. All her life she had worked for her nation and this was her reward for it.

As King Valero sat back down in front of her, Isolla licked her lips, her mouth was dry with fear. “What do you plan to do with me?” Despite the heat, a cold shiver went down her spine as she looked up meet the King’s eyes and wondered what her fate would be.

 

[a_libertine]

Valero looked at Isolla and shrugged. "I am unsure. I bet you cannot cook, sing or dance. "

He leaned back and said, "Stand." He saw her hesitancy and reached forward grabbing her by the bodice and yanked her to her feet. "Until you learn to obey there is no value to you at all. "

He ran his hands over her calves, thighs, ass, and stomach appraising her much like a horse. With a hand on each of her hips, Valero maneuvered Isolla to where she faced him again.

His eyes locked onto her as he commanded, "Strip."

 

[island_girl]

Isolla gasped as Valero roughly grabbed her and pulled her up. His hands roamed over her body, grasping at her like a piece of meat. “I am not a common who-“ She began to say when the King ordered her to strip but stopped as his grip on her hips tightened and he looked straight into her eyes, reminding her that the King would not hesitate to rip the gown off her.

Isolla cast her eyes downward as she reached up and undid the fasteners on her cape, letting it drop on to the divan behind her. She pulled her dress off her shoulders. The dress slid down her torso, gathering around her waist, pooling on top of his hands. Her bare breasts jutted up and out towards the King and Isolla blushed as she saw that despite the warmth of the day and the humiliation she was suffering at the hands of King Valero her dark pink nipples stood erect, their areolas puffy. Isolla could feel the Kings gaze on her and waited for his response.

 

[a_libertine]

Yes, he had to admit. Her tits were every bit as nice as his fingers thought they would be. Her nipple were about the size of a baby carrot sitting on a cantaloupe. The cantaloupes set above a beautiful plain, not too muscular, not so soft as to be plump.

He clasped the fabric of her dress and yanked down. The fabric traveled past the smooth swell of her hips to tumble to the floor, a pool of gold. His eyes trailed up her legs to her slightly opened lower lips. 'Turn around," he said

 

[island_girl]

The King pushed her dress to the floor. Isolla could feel his burning gaze run across her body, as she turned around at his command, her face and throat reddening at this deliberately humiliating inspection. Her foot caught in the folds at her feet, Isolla stumbled back, reaching backwards with one hand holding on to the King’s forearm to steady herself.

 

[a_libertine]

Valero put a hand on each of Isolla's hips and pulled her straight down onto his lap. His semi turgid member planted itself between her ass cheeks. He is left hand roamed up, supporting one of her large breasts; rolling her hardening nipple between his fingers.

His other hand lowered itself between her legs, his fingers splitting her labia further apart."Are you sure you are ready for this so soon," he breathed intl her ear. "I am not. You barely follow instructions. "

 

[island_girl]

"Yo“You cannot do this!” Isolla exclaimed as King Valero pulled her on to his lap. “I am a noble-Ah!” she cried out as the King pinched her nipple, rolling and pulling with his fingers. Isolla could feel his growing hardness pressing against her as he dandled her on his lap like a common whore. His breath was warm in her ear but whatever he whispered was lost on her when Isolla felt his fingers pushing between legs. Isolla squirmed at his touch, trying to get away from his intruding fingers but he held on to her firmly and all she did was to grind her ass against the hardness in his lap.

 

[a_libertine]

Valero stood dropping Isolla onto the floor on her hands and knees.

His voice was controlled nearly emotionless, "Wrong. You are not a noble. You are landless. You are copperless. You literally do not even have a shirt on your back."

Using his foot he prodded her head to look up at him. "What ever you get from me you will earn, and until you earn you live off my charity. "

She dropped her head and Valero grabbed the flowing locks and pulled her head back up to look into her eyes, "So, if I were you I would remember that and act accordingly. "

 

[island_girl]

“I am sorry, my King. I did not mean to offend.” Isolla choked out, looking up into the cold eyes staring down at her. His grip on her hair was tight, the pain bringing tears to her eyes.

 

[a_libertine]

Valero scowled down at her, "Remember your place, earn my trust, there could be a reward greater than you have imagined at the end."

He sat down and looked at her, "You have a story to tell, I am sure."

Leaning forward he cupped her chin facing her toward him, his voice was soft and warm as he said, "Tell me why a king hates you so much that to get rid of you he is willing to part with the holdings your family traditionally held."

 

[island_girl]

“The King has hated me for a long time. Before he became king he was a minor member of the royal family. I think he was the fourteenth in line for the throne.” Isolla started to explain sitting at Valero’s feet. “He asked for my hand in marriage and I rejected him. My father had plans to marry me off to the crown prince. But then a plague hit the capital, most of the royal family died and he became King. My family opposed his ascension.”

“And when I became the head of my House, he did his best to curtail the power and influence of my house. He has finally succeeded.” Isolla finished her tale, her mind wandering to her predicament. In one morning she had gone from one of the most powerful people in her nation to sitting naked, before the greatest enemy of her nation at his mercy.

 

[a_libertine]

Valero looked down at Isolla and marveled that she was aroused as she was. Her nipples were hard and her labia slightly opened. He grinned slightly to himself as he leaned back in the chair and placed his feet on her ass, using her as a footstool.

"So you are saying he shipped you out merely because you said no to him? Interesting," he mused.

Valero ran several different scenarios through his head quickly trying to figure out which one would benefit him the most. Regardless of the scenario, she had to be broken. She had to learn obedience, respect, and generally how to behave properly.

"We will teach you obedience first. With it respect will come. After that we will talk about a future for you."

Valero stood up and said, "Follow me." Turning he headed toward the balcony.

 

[island_girl]

Isolla followed the King out on to the balcony, her jewelry clinking slightly. The balcony was long and wide, large stone planters lining the sides. Lanterns stood atop the broad balustrades, the view looking out towards the bay. A cool breeze was blowing from the sea and the shadow of the high walls of the keep behind them kept the balcony in the shade. Isolla stopped near the white stone table at one end of the balcony and waited for Valero’s next command.

 

[a_libertine]

Valero sat at the table and pointed to a spot next to him, and just forward. She ended standing between his wrist and elbow. "Spread your legs slightly," he said. His voice was back to the warmth of the southern winds.

The foreign minister came out to the balcony and cast a quick glance at Isolla, his eyes lingering on her melon like tits before going to Valero. "My king, the treaty is signed and every thing is in order."

Valero caressed the inside of Isolla's thighs, his hand meandering up and down with no set pattern. His touch was light, and every now and again he stroked Isolla's labia. "Good," he said. "What do you suggest we do with the new lands we gained?"

The foreign minister looked up into the skies watching the clouds roll by for a moment before answering. "Perhaps give it to Ferdinand?"

Valero nodded his head slowly as he considered it. Ferdinand was his youngest brother. an able swordsman, and more able diplomat. "Good ides," he said as Valero sank his thumb into Isolla's pussy, finding it very wet, and to a gasp.

Valero wiggled his thumb in Issola, "Ask Ferdinand to come see me, I will let him know that it maybe a temporary assignment, depending on this one."

 

[island_girl]

Isolla stood as the King instructed, when the minister walked out to the balcony. She could feel his gaze on her breasts as Valero started to caress her slowly. She tried to ignore the eyes on her as the two men spoke. She gasped out loud as Valero pushed his thumb in to her, reaching out to hold onto the table, her knees suddenly weak.

Valero pressed in another finger into her pussy, stretching and kneading. The minister, on his way out stopped, as Isolla moaned loudly. Isolla rubbed herself, involuntarily against Valero’s hand.

 

[a_libertine]

Valero slapped Isolla's ass sharply, "Less noise, bitch," he said. He continued thrusting his thumb up into her pussy changing the pace, making sure that he didn't thumb fuck her into an orgasm.

He pulled his thumb out, smelled it, and gave it a lick, "Nice flavor, Isolla."

He stood up and walked around her again, appraising her. He stopped behind her and began taking the pins that held her hair up, out. Little by little her hair tumbled down her back as he tossed the pins onto the table.

"Ooooh, nice pet, brother. Who is it?"

Valero looked at his younger brother, Ferdinand, and said, "A gift. I am trying to decide if I like it or not."

Valero waived at the table, "Have a seat."

Stepping back he looked her over again, then nodded. "Much better. Now go get two glasses of wine, white for my brother, red for me." He turned her by the shoulders and swatted her ass "that way."

After she left, Valero sat down and laid out the plan to his brother.

 

[island_girl]

Isolla felt both a sense of shame and excitement at her degradation at the hands of Valero, as he slapped her ass and licked her juices from his fingers. As Valero then took off the chains and pins holding her hair up, her long brown curls cascading down her back, glossy and sleek, a voice spoke from behind them. Isolla turned slightly to look at the newcomer, a new purveyor to her shame. Valero’s younger brother share his eyes and build, his face more boyish then the Kings.

Isolla jumped as Valero swatted at her ass and made her way quickly to get the wine. She felt a flare of anger as she heard the men discussing what they were going to do with her land.