The Knight and I

[MistressAthena]

OOC:Thread closed for Armphid and me. Please enjoy reading it. This thread is very promising.
Ella: 5'8", curvy, long white hair, light blue eyes, ample breasts and beautiful.
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IC: I am Ella, a powerful sorceress. This is my story of how I came to have a Knight as my personal servant and our life together.

There was a war raging between a demon race called the “Sanguinans”. Translated from Latin to English it means “blood thirsty”. And these demons were indeed blood thirsty. They were the result of a cross breed between Vampire and Werewolf. They were powerful, fast, vicious and strategic beings. But, they never changed from their outwardly Were appearance. Yet, they also had the fangs like the Vampires. Once caught by these merciless hunters, the victim was drained of all blood and then the body was eaten. Even the bones were gnawed at. It was not uncommon for an entire body to be consumed; only leaving hair behind.

They also bred at alarming rates. Gestation was only 3 months. And these demons were full grown within 10 years. They were unstoppable. The Vampire race and the Were race were nearly wiped out by these demons. The Human race was in grave danger. If the Vampires and Weres could not defeat them, there was no hope for the Humans. They however fought valiantly. But, there numbers were dwindled down quickly.

At that time I was the most powerful sorceress around. Other than the few apprentices I had, I did not socialize very much. I preferred training my apprentices and reading my books of magic. Occasionally someone would be foolish enough to request my services but not follow through with payment. I never allowed such disrespect. The offenders were often used as test dummies for my apprentices until they were dead. And some I made horrible displays for before the people to demonstrate that I am not one to trifle with. I wanted them to all know that if you make a deal with me, you’d better not break that deal. Punishment would most likely be death.

One day a messenger came to my castle with a message from the King. The Messenger seemed terrified and could not wait to leave. I took the letter and dismissed him. He ran away as if running for his life as I read the message. It said, “I am a desperate King willing to take desperate measures. The Sanguinans are too fierce of a horde. We will all surely die if they are not stopped. I, King William, request your services to destroy this horde. Your powerful magic is unmatched. If you succeed in this mission, you need only speak your desired reward. Please, come to me as fast as you can travel. Your apprentices are welcomed too.” The message was signed, “Sincerely, King William.”

I grinned and then cackled as I said, “Even the King comes to me!” I called my 3 apprentices and told them of our mission. We all gathered a bag each with clothing and magical supplies. I then teleported the four of us to the gates of the Kings castle. The two stunned guards knew right away who we were and immediately opened the gates and kept their heads down as if afraid to make eye contact. We walked up the stone path and up the stairs to the main doors of the castle. I waved my hand and the doors swung open. We then entered the castle and made our way to the throne room.

There sitting upon the throne was King William. He looked old, tired and defeated as he slumped in his chair. He stood to greet me and I bowed before him. I was not above showing respect for the King, nor were my apprentices.

The King said, “Thank the Gods you have decided to help in this war. I do not care how you do it. I just want no more of people killed and I want those Demons utterly destroyed. Please, name your reward upon completion of your task.” Oddly enough I had not even thought of a reward. I was willing to help the King. I looked around for inspiration. A personal servant of the Kings came to him with a goblet of fresh wine. It was then that I realized what my reward should be, a personal servant.

I said, “Your Majesty, I desire a personal servant.” The King smiled, “That is all you wish for? Very well.” He clapped and 5 servants rant o him and bowed at his feet. He said, “These are my personal servants, 3 women and 2 men. You may have one of any of them.” I nodded my head no and smiled. I then nodded my head over to the 8 Knights standing nearby, four to the right of his throne and four to the left of his throne. I said, “No, I require one of your fine Knights to become my personal servant.” He seemed annoyed as he angrily waved away the servants. He said, “No! They are not servants! They are my Knights!” I exhaled, “Your Majesty, you said I could name my reward. But, I see you are unwilling to stick to your word.” I then turned to leave.

He shouted, “No! Don’t go! Very well, you may choose one.” I said, “Very good. The Knight I chose will remain my servant until I release him or he dies. Let us begin the selection process.” I then waved my hand and all of their helmets fell to the ground.

I said to the King, “Please send away any that may be married or widowed with children they tend to.” He sent a 3 of the knights away. I then asked the King to send away the Knights that were old. Two more were sent away. I was now down to 3 Knights. One Knight had a very scared and unattractive face. I sent him away. There were two left. One looked to me with what appeared to be anger. The other seemed a bit shy and as if afraid to look me in the eyes. He seemed quite youthful and handsome as well. So, I chose him.

I looked to the King, “You Majesty, King William, I choose this Knight.” He nodded in agreement. I then said, “My apprentices and I will go now. I will return when we have defeated the horde. If I do not return within 7 night falls, assume I am dead and release this fine young man from the deal with which you and I have made.”

Within 4 days the horde was defeated. It was a fierce and to be honest, frightening battle. I lost all but one of my apprentices to the horde. But, we succeeded in our mission. But, the remaining apprentice and I were severely wounded. It took almost all of my remaining strength to teleport us back to the King. Once before him my apprentice fell to her knees and then forward. She was very close to death. I too dropped to my knees but I looked up to the King, “Your deed has been done. The horde is no more. Please, have your healers tend to my apprentice. Provide me with a bed and I can heal myself. Send my reward to me in the morrow.” He did as I asked.

Once in my room I had one of the castle servants assist me in making a special healing potion. After it was made and I drank it, I lay in the downy bed and meditated my wounds away throughout the night. I fell asleep at some point in the night but awoke feeling much better as the sun began to beam through the windows. I squinted my eyes in the sunlight and looked around the room for my “reward”….

 

[Armphid]

Sir Glenn of Mac Anu

The kingdom had been saved. Men and woman had died by the hundreds to save it, all for naught. It had finally come down to the Sorceress. Only her power could save the kingdom, even the world from the demons. So he had counseled King William, and so it had been agreed. He had heard stories ofher power, of her deeds, all his life, and he was not disappointed.

He remembered her appearance at court. God, he felt such a mix of feelings at seeing her! Hope for his people, fear of her power and capriciousness, awe at her majesty, her beauty. Her offer was a simple one, though her price was...unexpected. He had felt shocked, even a big angered over it. A knight turned into a servant! Loss of title, of land, of lineage, of freedom. Yet, he had also been intruiged. She fascinated him, and surely besides the queen, there was no woman in all the worlds so worthy of servants. But he was afraid of her as well...though he could not voice why. Dull shock was all he had felt at being chosen, followed by mourning for the life he knew.

The Sorceress had done all she promised. The summons to her had arrived just as he finished making arrangements. He did not know what she would wish of him, so he had laid plans both to keep his lands and title, and to pass them onward if she wished it.

That night he slept uneasily, rising an hour before dawn to make himself ready. Now he stood in the corridor outside the room she had been given. He was not the tallest of all the knights, stainding only 5' 11." Though he body was solid whipcord muscle from a life of training to be a knight, he was not a burly or bulky man, but a youth with a wiry, agile build. He usually let the wild style his mane of red-brown hair, falling to just below his shoulder, but today it was neatly combed and gathered in back by a plain leather thong. His hair was a point of pride with him, so much so that unlike many of his fellows, he often fought without a helm. His eyes were the gray color of steel, but lacked that hardness. They were expressive, now showing a mix of shyness, fear, and curiosity. He was handsome, often called "pretty" by the women of the court.

As he waited, a serving woman arrived with a tray of breakfast for the Sorceress. Sir Glenn smiled at her approach, "Agnes, good morning." "I pray you, after you deliver her breakfast, could you tell me if My Lady is awake?" It would not do to simply come into her room.

The woman nodded, her own eyes a bit fearful as she entered the room. There was a brief sound of movement, then she emerged. the older woman looked at him, with a sad expression on her face. "She has risen, Sir Knight." "And I think that she expects you."

"Thank you, Agnes."

She curtseyed. "The Lord bless you, Sir Knight." "An' keep you safe." He could tell she wanted to say more. Likely about protecting him from the Sorceress. But instead she scurried off down the hall.

Sir Glenn took a deep breath, then he knocked twice. "Forgive me, My Lady Sorceress, but I did not wish to enter unannounced." After a moment, he entered. He took two steps into the room, then knelt on one knee, his head bowed. "My Lady, I am come as my King has promised you." "From this moment onward, I am yours." "Until my death or you choose to release me form this service." "My name is Sir Glenn of Mac Anu, and I now swear fealty and service to you."

 

[MistressAthena]

First Interaction

When I looked around a female servant came to my room with a tray of food. I appreciatively took it. She left and I heard my "reward" knocking at the door. I smiled yet knew not what I wanted of him yet. I decided for now we would just get to know one another. I had never had personal servants before. I had servants that were assigned to my castle but none assigned as personal. I barely even trusted my apprentices to be that close. But, I knew the reputation of the Kings Knights. They were very noble and honorable as well as very well trained and battle tested warriors. It would take this sort of person to be my personal servant. Just some castle servant would not be good enough for me.

So, with never having a personal servant and being a bit of a recluse, I knew not how our interaction should be. I was sure I would be an unusual Mistress. I knew that servants usually called their employers Master. But, I much preferred Mistress. Being called Master just sounded so barbaric. I wanted to know about my servant. And I wanted him to know about me. Our first meeting would perhaps set the nature of our interaction for the future. I hoped he would not be difficult. I did not want to start things with being angry and having to punish him. But, I would if need be.

I said to him, “Come, I have been waiting for you.” As he came in I began eating my food and he bent down onto one knee and pledged himself to me. I stopped eating and cupped his chin and forced him to look up to me. I said, “You have started our interaction very well. I will not however call you Sir. I prefer a name for my servants unlike most Masters. I will allow you to keep your name, Glenn. And you will call me Mistress. Not Master or My Lady and never my name unless I request you to do so. In time if you prove yourself worthy you will be allowed to call me by name.” As I looked into his eyes I felt something that I had never felt before. I was attracted to him. I looked to his lips and found myself wondering what a kiss from him would be like. But, I shrugged this off.

I released his chin and said, “You will find me to be a most unusual Mistress. I do not do things in a certain way just because others do as you can already see by my requesting a Knight as a personal servant and allowing you to keep your name. Another difference is that I need to see the eyes of my servants. You may bow to show respect but when I am speaking to you, especially if I ask you a question, I need to see your eyes. The eyes show your true self and true feelings. It is easier for me to detect dishonesty and betrayal by looking into ones eyes. So, when I am talking to you, please let me look into your eyes.” I took a bite of my food and then another.

I looked back to him and said, “Now, get off of bended knee before I begin to think you are proposing marriage to me.” I took another bite of the food and pointed to a nearby chair, “Sit in that chair quietly. Allow me to finish my food and we shall talk more. You must forgive my ill manners for I am quite famished.”

 

[Armphid]

Glenn

His gray eyes had widened a bit as she cupped his chin with one firm but feminine hand, forcing his gaze up to hers. He felt a bit of a wrench when she decided not to honor his title, but that he had expected. He hadn't even had it a year and it was gone, every time someone called him "Sir Glenn," he'd felt that thrill. Well, that was over now. He was not sure exactly what his position was, but he was no longer a knight. He kept his eyes on her as she spoke, nodding occasionally. "Thank you, My, Forgive me, Mistress." He blushed a bit, frustrated at his mistake, and a little...stirred by calling her that title. "As you command, Mistress."

He rose, bowing at the waist once he was on his feet, and took the seat she had indicated. He studied her as she ate, thinking over what she had said. It would not be difficult to look at her. Despite the power he could feel radiating off of her, and her dark reputation, she was quite the fairest lady he had seen. Possibly the queen was lovlier, but it would be a difficult task to put one over the other. There was much in her eyes as his had me them. Mysteries and riddles, and a sense of timelessness. Though he would never think of asking anyone, he wondered just how old she was. Older than him, but not by decade...she looked to be 25, 26 maybe...yet she had to be older. Tales of the sorceress had been around for his entire life.

Her last words stirred a memory in his mind...back to the beginning of the war...
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"You must forgive my ill manners for I am quite famished." Sir Calad was digging into the meal that Glenn and the squires had prepared. His beard getting dangerously close to his food as he ravenously ate. "Ate nothing but my own cooking, and an ogre killed the packhorse two weeks ago," he explained between gulps, "After killing it, I saved some of the supplies, but I've been without naught but water for two days."

Sir Dario, the knight who would accompany Glenn on this his first patrol, laughed. "And you with your great stomach, what an ordeal that must have been!" Glenn hid a smile as he handed a bowl of the thick stew to Dario, then insisted on serving the two squires before getting some for himself. Sir Calad's paunch was the source of many jokes, though it did not seem to interfere with the strength of his arm. Not nimble perhaps, but he was still the strongest of King William's knights. "Other than your fast, what else has the road brought you?"

Sir Calad glared at Dario a moment, then chuckled. "A fair time for the border ride, and no mistake." "Though dangerous most likely, the monsters are shaking off their winter lethargy." "You'll likely face more like my ogre on your circuit."

Glenn sat on a log, facing the merrily dancing fire. "Sir Calad, was there any difficulty with werewolves or vampires on your travels?" "They're usually very active right now, in this time between winter and spring."

Calad looked at him, then blinked. "Well, bless my soul!" "Glenn, though I see it's Sir Glenn now!" "By the Powers, lad, how you've grown!" The big, bearish man clapped him on the shoulder. "I'd heard your training was going well, King William himself told me he hadn't seen a squire with your potential in some time." "Glad to have you among us finally!"

Glenn kept himself from tumbling forward form the blow to his shoulder, thankful that he still wore his chain shirt under his tunic though he was not in full armor. "Thank you, Sir Calad." "It's good to see you too." "My father always spoke highly of you."

Calad's smile was nostalgic for a moment. "Aye, Your father was a fine knight...the best of us all." He shook his head, "But no time for stories, I must report." "To answer your question...I saw very little of them." 'Those I saw had no fight in them." "Died easy, though one of the leeches lasted long enough to try and sway my mind, telling me that they were under attack." He snorted. "I only wish there were something that could take care of the blasted things..."

Glenn felt a moment's chill. The werewolves and vampires...tired and on the run? Maybe he was just inexperienced, but that didn't sound good to him. If there was an enemy that could so easily route them, what would happen when they looked to the Kingdom?
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Glenn came back to the present, not wanting to be inattentive. Inwardly, he sighed at the memory. What fools they had been then. Had they prepared better at that time, would they have needed his Mistress? Questions for wiser folks and other times.

Glenn's steel eyes stayed on her as she ate, ready to respond to anything she asked of him. If he was to be a servant, he would play the part to his best ability. Surely, no matter how it pained him, she deserved the best she could have for saving his beloved kingdom.

 

[MistressAthena]

Leaving the King

After I finished eating I used my magic to transport my tray of food through the air and onto a table across the room. I was not used to being waited on hand and foot. So, I did not even think of having Glenn remove the tray. I rolled the covers back and stood with my feet on the rug that was under and around the plush bed. I stood there in an almost sheer night gown. I did not even think of how I must have looked to Glenn.

I need clothes for I had no more with me. The clothes I came in were too blood stained and tattered. I waved my hand and tore a curtain from a window. I brought the material over to myself and as I held it in my arms I said, "Be honorable as Knights are supposed to be. Close your eyes and do not open them until I tell you too." When he closed his eyes I laid the material down on the bed and removed my night gown. I stood there naked and then used my magic to wrap the material around myself and form it into a dress. Material that was magically cut away fell to the floor and the material left for the dress was magically sewn together.

When this was finished I stood in a royal blue dress that reached to the tops of my feet. The sleeves were long yet there was a slit from the elbow to the wrist so that when I lifted my arm, the material fell a bit and revealed my lower arm. The waist was snug, reveling my trim waist and flat stomach. The breasts were covered well in a straight line across the chest up to the collar bones. This area too was snug, revealing the perfect shape of my breasts. I made a spare strip of material serve as a headband to hold the hair away from my eyes. I loved the way my snow white hair contrasted against the Royal Blue material and smiled.

I said, "You may open your eyes now." I then sat on the edge of the bed. I said, "Glenn, you are my personal servant now. Yet, you are deserving of some dignity. You are no ordinary castle servant. Thus, I have allowed you to keep your name and title. However, you will never introduce yourself as Sir Glenn. When asked your name you will answer Servant Glenn. On paper I allow you to keep your title. As for your land and any property you may have, you will sign it all over to me. As a servant you have no use for these things. Nor will you have the time to maintain them. I will take charge of this property and ensure it is maintained. If I release you from service on good terms, I will give it all back to you. If you die, I will pass it on to who ever you desire it to go to. If you are released on bad terms I will sell this property and keep the profit for myself."

I looked into his seemingly sad face and said, "You were the bargaining chip for the King. I know this is not how you envisioned your existence. It must all be awfully difficult for you to accept. I will do all I can to make your new life at least tolerable. Do as I say and I will treat you well. Disobey or betray me and well...." I gave him an evil grin, "We both know what I have done to others and what I am capable of."

I exhaled, "I do not wish to be cruel. But, I do not tolerate insolence very well. If you do as you are expected you will find me quite patient and even kind." I looked up and down at his knightly armor, "And as for that armor. It must go. I will keep it as part of your property. When we arrive in my castle, I will have my servants fit you for clothing I find appropriate." I then looked into his wonderful gray eyes and said, "I suppose we should speak of what is expected of you. Well, I am not sure if even I know yet." As I looked into his handsome face I thought of kissing him. I had never been attracted to anyone. In fact, I had only had sex once. And that was only from curiosity. Yet, looking at him made me truly desire to be touched in that way for the first time.

I walked over to him and stroked a stray hair from his forehead as I said, "My, you are handsome. There must be many young women who will be envious of me." I then leaned down and kissed his forehead as a parent would do a child and whispered, "Serve me well and I will be kind to you. Disappoint me and I can be very cruel, even to one as handsome as you." I then stepped back and made my shoes slide to me. I stepped into the shoes and said, "We shall return to my castle now. You are a Knight so, retrieve your horse and wait for me outside the main doors of the castle. I do not need to travel upon horse but it takes too much magic to teleport a beast as large as a horse and two people at the same time. Your armor, sword and horse will be the first of your property that you will hand over to me. We will do this at my castle. Not here before so many. You have done nothing to deserve such public humiliation. I pray you keep it that way."

I turned and walked to the door of the room I slept in. As they flung open after the wave of my hand I still did not look back as I said, "Hurry, now. I expect you to be there waiting for me." I then left the room and searched for my apprentice. She was better but still a bit fatigued from the battle. I said to her, "You performed beyond expectations by my side. You have proven you are no longer an apprentice. I release you from my charge. You are now a sure Sorceress. Rest well and begin your new life." She smiled up to me and said, "Thank you for all that you have done." I kissed her forehead, "You have served me well and learned well. You are free."

I then left the room and made my way to where I had told Glenn to meet me.

 

[Armphid]

Glenn was silent as she spoke, and he kept his eyes on hers, as she had asked of him. He almost did not do so, not to look away or to lie, but merely to gaze on her beauty. On hos the simple dress she had made with her magic, followed her magnificent form, how strikingly the strong blue constarted her pale skin and white hair. How beautiful she was! He wished to reach out and touch her soft skin, stroke her hair, beg a kiss from her sweet lips. He'd had similar feelings before. A child-like infatuation with the queen as a squire and even into the war. This was different. It felt more mature, more adult. And likely not at all appropriate.

A blush raised on his cheeks as she came close, and he felt a rush of pleasant sensation as her hand brushed his hair back, her fingers on his skin. "You are very gracious, Mistress." "Thank you, all shall be as you have commanded."

After she left the room, he sighed, rising from his seat. No time to waste. Thankfully, he had made many preperations in the long night. The documents were ready, needing only his signature and his...and a witness.

He made his way to the stable, where his mighty charger was already saddled and laden with his gear. He was one of the few knights who rode a mare, and as he approached, she whickered in greeting. Glenn stroked her muzzle, then rested his head for a moment on her strong neck. "Epona, you have served me faithfully and well." 'I can only hope I can serve my Mistress with the devotion you have shown me." He was afraid of what she would do to his poor horse. Epona was more than a horse to him, she was almost human. A friend. "I...I am sure that you will be well rewarded, with green pastures to forage and run in."

"Sir Glenn." Glenn turned at the rumbling voice, knowing he would see the great muscled bulk of sir Calad behind him. The great knight wore not his armor, but the practical clothing he favored, in maroon and black. "Are you setting off so soon?"

"Servant Glenn, Sir Calad," Glenn corrected. He saw his friend's eyes narrow and held up a hand to forestall any comment. "It is how I am to introduce myself, I am not to use my title though I retain it." "Pray, do not speak ill of my Mistress, for she is a gret lady, and we all owe her a great debt."

Calad sighed, "I know you are right, S...Glenn." "I wish it were me paying it, instead of you." "You with a life ahead of you...and a legend just beginning."

Glenn smiled at the old man, "So that I could deliver the news to your wife and daughters?" "And I thought you wished me well." He then remembered, "Ah, and your son...not even a year yet, would you deny him a father?" He was quiet a moment, "I lived without one, and I would not have it for him." "Besides, the kingdom needs Calad The Mountain." "Far more than a young knight with no line."

"The kingdom needs Sir Glenn, The Knight with Two Swords." Calad rumbled on, "I am old, Glenn...and the Mountain will tumble down before many years have passed." "Youth and strength for the future."

"It will have to find it elsewhere." Glenn turned away from his friend, feeling sorrow sweeping into him again. "I have sworn my service to my Mistress, and she has accepted it." "That it all there is." "Sir Calad..." He tapped the fine breastplate he wore, "My Mistress finds my armor unseemly to wear in her presence." "Will you assist me in removing it?"

Calad stared a moment. Then he sighed, "Of course, lad." "Of course."

It took several minutes, but soon Glenn was pulling on clothes from his saddle bags. A long sleeved tunic of his favorite dark green, a vest of an even darker shade over it. His trousers were black, and trail worn boots of brown leather clad his feet. His well cared for armor was now in place on Epona. Glenn took a moment to run his fingers over it, remembering how wonderufl it had felt when he had first donned it. Then he looked at the twin sword hilts that stuck out near the saddle, where a rider could easily grasp them. His own blade, Einlanzer, and the fallen Sir Dario's Sturmvogel. Feeling another pang of regret, he began to lead his horse to the main gate.

Sir Calad followed him. "Glenn, is there anything I can do...anything you need of me?" "I would help bear this burden in any way I can, lad."

Glenn smiled sadly then. "There is." He drew forth the wooden case that held the documents he had prepared. "These papers transfer all my holdings and property to my Mistress." "I need only her signature, and a witness." "I would like you to be that witness, Sir Calad, if it pleases you."

"It pleases me not," the mighty knight snorted. "But I will do as you asked." The gate opened, and the two battle hardened comrades made thier way outside. "If this sorceress harms you, lad, send me word and by God-"

"You will do nothing." Glenn cut him off, steel in his voice. "You will not break our king's agreement with her." "If harm comes to me...it will be of my own making." "She is to be feared...but she is a great lady." "Strong and powerful, with the capacity for as much kindness as cruelty, and more beautiful that my poor words can describe." "Speak not ill of her."

They were outside the gate now, where she had told Glenn to wait. For a moment, Calad was silent. When he spoke, there were tears in his voice, "Can I do nothing to protect you, lad?" "As a son you are to me."

Glenn could not look at him. He did not wish to weep until he was alone. "And you were as a father to me, Sir Calad." "But fathers and sons must part ways in the fullness of time." "Pray for me, and wish me well." "That will be enough."

Calad nodded, a bit embarrassed over his display of emotion. "Very well." The two men stood together in the gray day, each alone with their thoughts. Then Calad spoke, "I will witness your transaction, and sign my name as such." "I just hope that your Mistress comes soon...there is much that needs doing." Glenn couldn't help but smile. Poor Calad. He felt so powerless, and was blustering to cover it up. Glenn would miss him.

"Peace, Sir Calad." "My Mistress will be here soon."

 

[MistressAthena]

I walked out of the main doors to the castle and saw Glenn mounted upon his horse speaking to another knight that I knew as Sir Calad. As I looked to Glenn I admired how truly he was out of his armor. Even not in armor he sat with an air of nobility. He sat tall and proud upon that horse. He was truly a handsome man. Knowing that I felt this way about him troubled me. I could not allow any attractions of the sort. He was my servant. Not, some boy toy.

The two did not know I was present and I levitated into the air to prevent the sound of footsteps. I floated a bit closer to hear them speaking. I could tell that Sir Calad cared deeply for Glenn. I could hear the pain in his voice. Knights were not known for such emotion. At least not to be witnessed by others. Yet, Glenn honored me as he spoke to Sir Calad. I was very pleased with how he spoke of me. But, my heart felt heavy. Taking him as my servant would hurt others. I knew the King was angry with me for my choice. And now, Sir Calad seemed so sad. For a moment I was considering releasing him. But, I knew it was too late for that.

If I released him I would appear to be weak and emotional. I could not allow people to see me in such a light. Ever since I was a child I hid my emotions. I never admitted to anyone that I was lonely for companionship. I just convinced myself that that was how my life was to be. But, there were nights when I laid in my bed alone wondering how it would feel to be held in the arms of a man who loved me. The Kingdom saw me as cruel. What man would even have the courage to court me? If he betrayed me or lied he might be strung up and killed. And I myself, found it difficult to trust. I kept even my apprentices at arms reach.

I levitated down from the air behind Sir Calad and rested one hand on his shoulder. I said, “Worry yourself not. If he remains honorable and serves me well, no harm will befall him. All of my servants are treated well unless they betray me or lie to me. Dishonesty and betrayal do not sit well with me. This is why it will take a noble Knight to serve as my personal servant. I will allow you to visit with him sometime. But, only when I feel he is deserving. I will then send a messenger to bring you to visit him.” I removed my hand and looked into his saddened, angry and confused eyes.

With a sigh I said, “The duty of a Knight is to serve his Kingdom. It is your King who agreed to my terms. So, in serving me, Glenn will still be serving your King. If he fails to serve me, I will bring forth beings to destroy the Kingdom for the agreement your King made with me will be broken.” I looked up to Glenn who was still mounted and said, “Glenn, in the unlikely event of your death is Sir Calad the one who is to receive your worldly possessions?” As I asked this question I levitated up into the air and sat down onto the horse behind Glenn. I looked back down to Sir Calad and wished to comfort him more. But, I said all of the comforting words I would allow myself to speak. I had a certain image that I had to retain. A soft hearted and emotional woman was not it....

 

[Armphid]

Sir Calad's eyes were angry and sorrowful as he looked up at the sorceress, and for a moment, Glenn thought his friend would do something foolish. Then Calad bowed, "Then I have no need to worry for his welfare." "Ever has Glenn been honest, though at times it would have profited him to lie." "Your offer is gracious, My Lady Sorceress, and should your messenger come to me, I will gladly accept it." He then proffered the documents. "My Lady Sorceress, these will sing over all of Glenn's property, land, and rights to you." "Please sign them, I will act as witness." "Once these are signed, it is done."

Glenn thought carefully as she took up the documents. He had not heard nor seen her approach, and had nearly gone for his swords when she had spoken from out of nowhere. The feeling of her settled behind him, so close to him, was...intruiging. He felt nervous, even afraid, but also excited, eager to have her near. Dangerous feelings, and ones he must ignore. He was a servant to her...and he expected that she saw him as something less than a person, as most did servants. Not that he expected her to be unkind, but that he simply was not important.

"Mistress, I would want them to go to Sir Calad to hold in trust until my brother, Cyrus, becomes a knight." He was quiet a moment longer, then perhaps rashly, he spoke again. "I will not lie to you, Mistress, even though I fear you would not like my answer, it will be truthful." "While I may serve the King in this way, it is to you that my service is pledged." "You are King, Queen, and country to me, Mistress."

 

[MistressAthena]

Dangerous Attraction

I was handed the documents and of course used my magic to sign it. In black ink the name "Ella Moonbeam" appeared. It had been a long time since I even thought of my last name. Even as a child I found my last name to be quite silly. But, seeing my last name on paper brought back memories. Memories of my deceased parents. No one knew the story of how I came to be.

I was born to a minor sorceress mother and a non-magic father. Before my my mother and father wed, my mother was engaged to a powerful Mage. He grew jealous and killed my mother and father. He found me in my craddle and chose not to kill me for some reason. He saw my mother in me and decided to raise me as his own. Until I became of age I believed him to be my true father. He trained me in magic. He was most powerful. All of those in the land too believed he was my father. He too was feared as I became feared later.

Somehow my magic became equal to his own. When he finally told me the truth in a fit of rage I destroyed him. I felt betrayed. Ever since then I destroyed or at least severely punished those who betrayed me. I never told anyone that he was not my true father. The people thought I turned and killed my own father. When indeed, I killed my true fathers' (and mothers') murderer.

I nodded in agreement to Sir Calad and then handed the papers back to him. I then wrapped my arms around the waist of Glenn. Though the excuse for this was so that I did not fall off of the horse, I rather liked the feel of this. His body was warm and strong. Such odd feelings I had around Glenn. Feelings that frigtened me yet excited me.

I softly said to him, "You have done well on your first day of servitude. I am well pleased with you." I exhaled and said, "We must go now. Follow this road to the North. At the fork we shall ride East. At the second fork we shall ride East again. That road will take us to my castle." As we began our journey I brought my body a bit closer and rested my head on his back. I was still fatigued and needed rest. I said to him, "I am still fatigued. I shall rest as we ride. Please forgive the long journey. I am not ready to use such strong magic as teleportation at the moment. If you need to dismount to rest or stretch your legs, do not hesitate."

Feeling this close to his body sent flashes of heat through my body. It was at that moment that I finally admitted to myself that I wanted him. I wanted him in the most inappropriate manner. Although I had heard that others used personal servants as sex slaves as well, I really did not want to treat him this way. I did not like the idea of forcing another to sexually please me. Yet, my mind presented images before me of him indeed pleasuring me. What was it about this man? Why was this the one to excite me in such a way?

On that day I was 40 years old. The nature of my magic made me look the age of Glenn. In my 40 years I had only had sex once. And I most definitely did not have an attraction for him as I found myself having for Glenn. I was 20 when I had sex. Going without sex for 20 years made me feel almost like a Virgin. I wanted him but was afraid of the power he may have over me if I gave in to my desires.

There were rumors that Sorceress who came from my line (through my mother) lost a lot of their power if they fell in love. If I fell in love with Glenn, I risked losing a lot of my power. Perhaps this is why my mother was a minor Sorceress. Perhaps she was more powerful before marrying my true Father. What ever happened, I could not allow my desires turn to love. I had to make sure and only think of him as a servant. But, as I felt my body pressed against his back, I feared this would be difficult....

 

[Armphid]

Sir Calad took the documents back. He looked them over quickly, then tucked them back in the wooden case Glenn had provided. "It is done." He and the younger knight exchanged a long look. Glenn nodded in acknowledgement of the silent farewell. Sir Calad bowed once more to Ella, "Fare you well, My Lady Sorceress." "The thanks of the kingdom go with you." He then turned and made his way back to the massive gates of the castle.

Glenn felt a warn ruch as she put her arms around him. He knew well why she did so, yet to be embraced by her even in this manner was something he could very pleasing. He liked the feeling of her arms about him, her hands on his chest. That combined with her soft words made him blush, and he felt a shy happiness. "Thank you, Mistress." "I am glad that I have pleased you, I wish to do nothing less in my service."

He gently nugded Epona's flanks, and the horse began to move forward at a light canter. He listened carefully to her directions, not wanting to make a mistake. He shook his head when she apologized, "There is nothing to forgive, Mistress." "You have accomplished a deed that will be sung of for centuries, surely you are well entitled to some rest." "I will not need tos top for some time, I am used to long rides." "I will not delay your homecoming, Mistress."

She shifted closer, her head resting on his back, her body pressing into his own. Glenn felt his mouth go a bit dry, and his heart beat faster. To have her so close....to feel her form against his own...was thrilling. He loved the sensation, and was honest enough with himself to know that he wanted more. He desired his new Mistress, he wanted to please her body, to lie with her. Glenn was a virgin, but he knew enough tales to know what this feeling was. He remembered how she had commented on his handsomeness...did she wish him to serve her in such a way?

He was both thrilled and dismayed by the possability. The thought did not become him, or her. Yet as the two rode along the into the lengthening day, he could not shake it.

 

[MistressAthena]

New Home For Glenn

I found myself having drifted off to sleep against Glenn's back. I just felt so comfortable against him and I was indeed fatigued. When I awoke we were on the path leading to my castle. I yawned and leaned back to stretch. I said, “I fell much more rested now. I see we are close to home, servant Glenn. I do hope you will like your new home. It is much different from the castle of the Monarchs of this land. My castle is not as polished and not as expansive either. But, it is home. It was my Father’s castle. When I-” I caught myself as I almost told Glenn that I had killed the one I knew as Father since childhood. I had never come close to telling anyone before. Why did I almost slip and tell him of all people?

I cleared my throat, “I mean, after my Father died I remained in the castle. I find myself all too often enthralled in my craft to pay too much mind to the castle. I spend most of my day improving my craft, studying and the occasional person comes along wanting my help. The people living around my castle tend to come to me for magical assistance. May it be healing, potions or so forth. Beware, however, that when they do not uphold their part in the deal they are punished. As my personal servant you will always be present.” I thought about this and was glad he could not see my face for I smiled. I loved the thought of him always being present.

I then continued, “I had apprentices as well. However, the recent battle killed all but one of them. The remaining apprentice I have released so that she may become a great sorceress. It was her time. I know that there may be some to come to me asking to be an apprentice. If so, my time will further be spent. But, I expect you to always be present. Your time must belong to me.” I then saw we were nearing the wrought iron main gates with gold inlay. I sighed, “You have been not been difficult thus far, servant Glenn. Tell me now that this will continue.” I rubbed my hand across his back and delighted in the feel of his muscles. I said, “I would hate to punish you.”
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The sun was almost completely hidden by now as we neared the castle. As I waited for his words I could see two guards standing at the gate as they watched us approach. My castle guards wore Royal blue tunics trimmed in black over black pants. Upon each breast of the tunic was a golden stitched half moon. Upon their feet they wore knee-high black leather boots. They wore nothing upon their heads. Most of them carried a bastard sword as weaponry with iron hilts that were inlayed with golden half moons. These golden half moons could bee seen throughout the caste. These moons signified the Moonbeam family name. The shields of the guards (that were not being worn at the moment) were black tower shields with a large single golden half moon in the center.

 

[Armphid]

Glenn looked at the impressive structure as it loomed ever larger. He was reminded of the castle he had grown up in suddenly. The rugged little keep that was his family home. So diffferent than this, and from the King's castle. He wondered if he would ever see it again. He'd had much time for such bleak thoughts while his Mistress had slumbered.

"Your castle is quite impressive, Mistress." Glenn slowed Epona, the better to get a looka t it from this distance. "So grand it is...compared to where I grew up." "Your keep in Mac Anu is about half that size, though it's walls are higher and thicker." There was a slight catch in his voice as he described his former home. "It's is a for more rugged place, being in an area that has not long been civilized, and facing the constant worry of pirates fromthe sea and gnoll raiders from the eastern woods." He shook his head, "Please forgive me, Mistress, I did not mean to prattle so."

He couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the thought of always being with her. Despite all that it cost him, he still found himself looking at his new life with a kind of eager, frightened, wonder. "I will always be with you, Mistress, unless you send me away." "Is is not my time that is yours, but all of me." "My time, my body, my self, all are yours." "To use however you wish."

As her hand rubbed across his back, he tensed a moment. Ah! How good her touch felt! He couldn't prevent a small purr from rumbling softly in his throat. "I have no intention of doing otherwise, Mistress." "I am yours." "Whatever you ask of me is your right, and my honor bound duty to perform." "I will do as I have thus far, obey you in all things." "Though I cannot imagine you would do such a thing, Mistress, for you are fair and true...even should you wish to punish me for your amusement, I would submit." "In most things, it will be my pleasure and privilege to serve you."

 

[MistressAthena]

Finally Home Again

He seemed to have a slight reaction to my touch that made me grin even more. Was I capable of just touching someone and bringing pleasure? I was unsure, but wondered about it. His words told me that he did not intend to betray me and he did accept his position. This pleased me and eased some of my guilt. I marveled at how comfortable I felt in his presence. Such a new feeling for me. I almost trusted him. This Glenn was very different.

When he spoke of punishing him to pleasure myself I cringed. I thought to myself, "So, that is how the people think of me. They do not realize that those I have killed or punished agreed to that should they break their agreement. But, of course the people would turn it around do that I look like a monster." His comment, though said with good intentions and in innocence, annoyed me.

In a dry voice I said, "Move on." When we were before the gates the guards were snapped to attention and said in unison, "Lady Moonbeam! Welcome Home!" I said, "Thank you. Now, please, open the gates so that I may enter my home." They each grabbed a gate and quickly opened the gates. The horse trotted on and we approached the castle.
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I said to Glenn, "Yes, this is home. I grew up here and reside here still today. I do so hope you will like your new home. It can be drafty at times but for the most part it stays pretty warm and comfortable. Ride your horse up to the bridge that leads to the main doors. There is a footman there. He will take your horse to the stables. Do not fear, this magnificent beast will be well taken care of by my stable hands. If they falter, they will pay dearly for their mistakes. Once we are inside I will show you to where you can rest your head." I wrapped my arms around his waist one more time and a small sigh escaped my lips....

 

[Armphid]

Glenn could feel a slight tingtness to her as they came to the gate. His words had bothered her. "Power, especially magical power, draws fear, Mistress." "That fear gives rise to rumor, but the wise see through such things." "The tale of your saving the Kingdom will spread as well, the bards are at work composing ballads about you even as we speak." "I beg your pardon, Mistress...I did not wish my words to distress you."

He again felt that odd shiver as her arms went about his waist once more. He was enjoying the fell of her closeness entirely too much. It would get him into trouble if he was not careful. But he could not help but be attracted to this amazing woman...

They approached the gate, the liviried footman stepping up to take Epona's reins. Glenn leaned forward, rubbing the great mare's head and whispering in her ears, "Be good now, Epona." "This man will take care of you, don't bite or kick him." He was silent a moment, "Should this be our final parting, I pray you have a happy life, and that your foals are strong."

Glenn then dismounted, bracing himself and holding a hand up to his Mistress. "May I assist you, Mistress?"

 

[MistressAthena]

My Chambers

I smiled to him as he stretched for his hand to help me. Normally I needed no one's help. My magic could do almost anything I needed. But, I decided this was a good excuse to hold his hand. I said, "Thank you. You are most charming." I reached my hand down and allowed him to assist me in dismounting the horse. Once my feet were on the ground we were standing close and I looked up into his face. I felt tense for a few moments as I looked up into his eyes and my eyes trailed down to his lips.

I quickly shrugged this all off and moved away from him. I pretended that the tense moment never even happened. I walked ahead of him and said, "Follow me. We will arrange your sleeping arrangement. As with most personal servants you will sleep in my chambers on a cot in a corner somewhere. Or at the least you will be sleeping on a cot right outside my door." I did not look back to him because I did not want to see his face. I needed to retain my composure.

I flung the main doors open with a wave of my hand and entered. Milling about were a few castle servants. Any of them who saw me immediately stopped and bowed or curtsied. I then said to each as they did this, "Go on your way." I continued up highly decorated stairs. The wood was carved rosewood. The steps were covered in royal blue material with a half moon in the center of each step. Once the balcony was reached I saw a maid servant milling about.

I called her name and she ran to me and curtsied. She said, "Yes, M'Lady? How may I be of service?" I said, "Have a cot, a chest of drawers and the tailor sent to my chambers immediately." She curtsied once again and rushed off. I led Glenn down a long hallway on the East wing full of doors to the left and right. When we came to the end of the hallway there was a door at the end of the doorway. I said, "That door ahead leads to my chambers." I reached for the door knob and pushed it open.

There before us were beautiful mural marble walls and an exquisite bed. The material was floral in pink trimmed with white. There were matching curtains to the left and right of the headboard. The floor was beautiful redwood with rugs under and around the bed. Beside the bed sat a plush stool to sit upon.
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In another corner there stood a chest of drawers and a closet made from the same wood as the floor. In another corner there sat a rose wood vanity with mirror. The top of the vanity was made from marble that matched the walls but was not mural like. In another corner there was nothing. This would be the spot for Glenn’s Cot. As we walked to the center of the room I sighed. I enjoyed being home again. I pointed to the empty corner, “That is where you will be sleeping when your cot arrives. At night that corner gets so dark that you will not be seen. This will allow you some privacy at least.”

As soon as I was finished speaking I heard a knock at the door. I said, “Enter.” In came the maid servant with the bed and the tailor. She held the folded cot in her arms and said, “M’Lady. Two male servants will be bringing in the other items very soon. I have brought the tailor and the cot. Where would you like the cot?” I waved my hand over to the empty corner, “There.” She rushed over and set it up.

I looked to the tailor after he bowed and said, “You will fit him for clothing befitting a personal servant. He shall have a blue tunic with no shirt. He shall have black tights and black shoes. No boots. The material for the tights shall be fine silk. The tunic shall be of the finest wool and the under side lined with silk.” I then said to the maid, “I expect him to have fine linens, much like my own. But, you will give him blue linens.” She said, “Yes, M’Lady. Right away.” She looked to Glenn for a moment and then scurried off.

The tailor said, “Please remove your swords.” I pointed to my closet, “Put them in there, servant Glenn.” I knew the tailor would want Glenn to be stripped naked and I felt excited about this prospect. An excuse to see this fairly muscular man naked was well welcomed. I just hoped I could see his nakedness without letting my attraction to him be known….

 

[Armphid]

So this was now home. His gray eyes travled over the corridors and the rich accoutrements. His own...no, His Mistress's palace at Mac Anu had nothing like this kind of splendor. The Royal Palace was grander, true, but Glenn had never stayed more than a fortnight there. to live in such opulence was...simply stunning to contemplate. Not that he was able to. When he was helped his Mistress dismount, there had been a few moments...of tension. Not of anger or of the violent sort he was used to, but something else. Something that sent his nerves tingling, and his pulse beating just a bit faster. Thinking about that moment, and on horseback, how close she had been...how much he liked the feel of her body against his back...was rather distracting.

He smiled as they passed the other servants. Glenn was one of them now, it would be best to get things started off properly. They soon came to his Mistress's chamber. He was awed by the majesty of it. Only the King and Queen had a finer bedroom. He looked over to the corner she had indicated. "Thank you, Mistress, that is kind of you." He hadn't been expecting this, he had to admit. He thought he'd be in some servant's quarters, not in his Mistress's own chamber.

Then came the command to remove his swords. There was a half second of hesitation before he unbuckled his sword belt. The sword was considered the symbol of nobility by many, and these were not just any swords. His family's blade, Einlanzer, the holy sword, and Sturmvogel, the Lightning Blade. Both worth a fortune, thier names in songs and books along with those who bore them to glory and great honor. "Yes, Mistress, as you command."

He strode over to the cabinet, the two blades and their sheathes in hand. He pulled it open gently, marveling at the magnificence of the clothes within. He gaped for only a moment. Then, he pressed the hilt of each blade to his forehead before setting them in and closing the doors once more.

The tailor waved him back over, "Thank you, young man." "Now...let's see." He looked Glenn over, the red haired youth feeling odd under such scrutiny. "I'll need exact measurements, so you'll need to give me your clothes." "Besides, you'll have no more use for them as M'Lady has ordered new ones." "Linens too, I'll need you bare."

Glenn flushed, but knew the command was for real. He'd had clothes made before, and knew the measurements needed to be exact...same with his armor when it was made. He inclined his head, the blush deepening. "Of course." His hands trembled slightly as he undid the laces of the vest, easily pulling it off. Courage, Glenn. He'd faced goblins, gnolls, pirates, ogres,a nd demons. He could face this.

He loosened the tunic before pulling it up over his head, handing the garment to the tailor. Though he looked slender and soft, his body was anything but. His chest was hairless, save for under the arms, and muscle rippled under the skin as he moved. Though he was not bulky or brawny, his body was hard whip-cord muscle, flexing and moving under his fair skin. There was a darker line on his right shoulder, thin but still visible, and four fresher scars in a claw pattern on his left side, just under the rib cage. He was lucky to have so few.

Glenn could feel his Mistress's eyes upon him, and he flt his pulse quicken yet again. His mouth was oddly dry, and he felt extremely self-conscious. Calm, he told himself. You are...you were a knight of the Kingdom. He took a deep breath, then bent to attack the laces of his boots. They came free, and his stockings with them. Now the worst part. His trousers and his under garments. Even as he considered it, he felt an unusual sensation in his loins. The tension had provoked his body into reacting...in a way that may be most unseemly. What could he do? It woould be rude to...to...expose that to his Mistress, yet he dare not disobey a command.

He hesitated for a few moments, then steeled himself. Eyes looking straight ahead, and his cheeks crimson from blushing, he gripped the waistband of both trousers and under garments, and pulled them down. He felt an immediate chill that did nothing to ease the heat he felt in his cheeks, nor in his nether regions. His phallus was not fully erect, but well on it's way and certainlty noticible. God...he felt so...vulnerable, so humilated, and yet so...alive. He wondered...would she like what she saw? Then he immediately pushed the thought away. Unacceptable. Yet it nagged at his mind as he stood, fully naked in the chamber.

The tailor moved in, a sly twinkle in the man's eyes as he began to measure Glenn for his new clothes. Glenn obeyed the man's instrucitons, lifting arms and legs when needed, feeling rather like a cross between a puppet and a player on stage.

 

[MistressAthena]

Staying In Control

Poor Glenn was visibly uncomfortable standing there naked. His cheeks were as red as apples. Though I enjoyed the sight before me I felt bad for him. And then I noticed his manhood. I could see that he was slightly erect. I knew that my castle was drafty at times and I even felt a draft myself. I wondered if that was the cause of his semi-erection. Or, could there be another reason? I shrugged the thought off.

I felt as though I wanted to wrap a blanket around him to ease his discomfort. But, I refrained because the tailor did need to do his job. So, I opted to avert my gaze in an effort to make him feel less self conscious.

The chamber maid returned with the linens and two other male servants carried in the chest of drawers and cabinet style closet in. She dressed Glenn’s cot and I instructed the servants where to place the furniture. I then told the maid servant, “Bring some spare servants clothes in here for servant Glenn. Take his boots and find some shoes of the same size or at least very close.” I pointed to where his boots where and the maidservant said, “Yes, M’Lady.” She quickly retrieved the boots and scurried off. I thanked the two male servants and told them they were dismissed.

I then looked to the tailor, “I want a shoemaker to custom fit shoes for him. I will leave it to you to arrange for him to come. I want him to come as soon as possible. As for the clothing you will be making, I expect the clothes delivered to my chambers by tomorrow at sunset.” I stood up and glanced to Glenn and back to the tailor, “I will be in the courtyard by the fountain. When the maid servant comes back, inform her to escort servant Glenn there after he has dressed himself. Also remind her that she is not to touch servant Glenn. A naked man may prove too tempting to some.”

With that I walked to the door and walked through it. I kept walking at a slow pace until I turned to the left to go down the stairs. Once around the turn I could not be seen from my chambers. I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and saw his manly naked body. It was all I could do to not take him close to me and stroke his wonderful manhood. I wanted to touch him so much that it hurt. But, I was determined to retain control.

I opened my eyes and made my way down the stairs, out the main door and turned to the right to follow the stone path to the courtyard that was within sight. I approached the large round fountain and sighed. In the center of the fountain stood a gilded statue of a Mage. The statue held a wand in the right hand that pointed down to the water. From the end of the wand was a stream of water that flowed into the fountain below. The statue looked as though the Mage was creating the water in the fountain. I sat on the edge and stroked my fingers across the top of the water.

I could not get the image of Glenn standing there naked in my chambers out of my mind. I wondered how I would be able to sleep with him sleeping in my chambers too. Would I be able to restrain myself from bedding him? I had to. I just had to retain control. I was determined to not let him know how he really made me feel. I thought to myself, “Oh, what have I gotten myself into?”

 

[Armphid]

Glenn felt somewhat relived as his Mistress turned her eyes from him, her scrutiny was making him uncomfortable. And yet...he was also disappointed. He'd worked hard to get this body, and he was a bit proud of it. He kind of liked showing it to her, though he hated to admit it, even to himself. And even worse...he wanted her to like it. To be pleased with what she saw.

He was disheartened by her easy tone in addressing the servants, especially the tailor. The part about a naked man being too tempting stung his ego a bit. That was to be expected however, and there was a chance she was right. There was a great sensual tension in the air wherever his Mistress was...it must suffuse her home, he surmised.

The tailor smirked at him again as the older man moved to a corner and looked over Glenn's cot. "Nice set up, boy." "I've been in M'Lady's service for my life, and I've never seen her have a personal servant before."

Glenn nodded, "My Mistress has given me a great honor." The words were uncomfortable in his mouth. They were no lie, yet they said nothing of the great cost this honor had for him. "I am pleased to serve her."

"As are we all." The man had very sharp eyes, and Glenn guessed that this was the sort of man who saw things that othres didn't, and was clever enough to see what they mean. "Servant Glenn, arriving on his fine horse." "A beast of great value, bearing not only saddle bags, but an armor chest." "And servant Glenn wears two swords." "I've heard of you." "The Knight with Two Swords...the hero of Dun Loireag."

Glenn shook his head, "That is no longer so." "I am no knight, I am my Mistress's servant." "That is all that matters now." His eyes however, were bright with pain over the memories. Of how he he earned that name, and of the terrible battle that he was the "hero" of. One of the few victories of the war. Honor and glory lost to him now forever, taking from him the only good things to have come out of those dark days.

The tailor said nothing, his eyes on Glenn. The maid servant returned, a bundle of clothing in blue and black in her arms, a pair of soft leather shoes atop the bundle. "There you are, Amelia." "Once servant Glenn is dressed, escort him to the fountain." "Mind you, girl, keep civil and your hands to yourself." "M'Lady was very clear on that."

The girl paled, then nodded. She handed the garments over to Glenn, her eyes deliberately on his own. Then she turned her back to him. Glenn smiled. Good, he didn't want anyone to get in trouble. She might be taking too many precautions, but he understood the tales enough to know better than to risk the Sorceress's ire.

Soon the two were walking down the stone corridors, out the beautful door, through the courtyard. The fountain was plainly visible, as was the striking figure of his Mistress looking at the water that came up into it. Glenn slowed a moment to admire her as they approached. Such a beautiful woman! So fair, so strong, yet...she seemed so terribly alone, despite her guards and servants. The truth of it, revealed in that one moment, struck him to the quick. If nothing else, perhaps he could ease that lonliness. There was honor in that, if no glory.

The maid stopped ten feet away from the Sorceress, Glenn taking a few more steps forward. As he bowed, he knew the maid servant was curtseying. "Mistress, I have come as you commanded." "Forgive the delay, I pray I have not kept you waiting long." He wanted to ask her if he could ease the burden she seemed to bear, or if she was pleased with his body. But he did not. Not with the maid servant here, not possibly not even then. It was not right for a mere...servant. "How may I serve you, Mistress?"

 

[MistressAthena]

The Walk

I heard the footsteps and knew they were approaching. I sighed at the thought of Glenn standing naked in all his glory. I had only one man naked and only once. I couldn't help but note how different the two were. My first and only lover was not unnatractive, however he did not send shivers down my spine as Glenn did. Looking at Glenn's naked body was like looking at fine art.

When the pair finally approached and stopped I turned around to see them. I waved my hand to the maid servant, "You may return to your work now." The maid servant scurryed away and I turned my attention to Glenn. I scanned his clothing and said, "Tis a pity to see you this way. These rags are not becoming of you. Your new clothing will be much better." I then stood and approached him.

I looked into his gray eyes and said, "Please, walk with me." I turned to his side and began walking down a shaded path that led into woods. When we got deep enough to be out of eye sight and ear shot of others I stopped and turned to look him into his eyes again, "I could not help but notice you seemed embarrassed with the tailor. Yet, I noticed something else." I could feel my face blush as I continued, "I noticed your manhood did not seem so embarrased. I wish to ask you something about that. Do you enjoy being on display?" I felt so embarrased and could not help the flushing that must have covered my whole face by this time.

I wanted to hear from him if he just liked being on display or if it had something to do with me. As his Mistress I should not care the answer. But, for some odd reason I cared. I cared much more than I should have.

 

[Armphid]

Glenn walked alongside her, feeling the coolness of the shade dappled with the warmth of sunlight on his face. The clothes that he had been given did not fit well, the tunic and trousers both rather loose. "They do not sit well, Mistress, it is true." "Thank you for the new clothes, I will be very glad to have them."

They had gone well into the woods when his Mistress halted and turned to him. "I could not help but notice you seemed embarrassed with the tailor. Yet, I noticed something else." "I noticed your manhood did not seem so embarrased. I wish to ask you something about that. Do you enjoy being on display?"

Her eyes held his fast, though he was tempted to look away for a moment. He felt heat rising in his cheeks as her gaze held his own. Yet she did not need to, for though he felt that same vulnerability once more, he would not have looked away. He noticed that her own face was turning red also, and he marveled at it. Surely, she had seen a man naked before. One so fair and so powerful could have ahd any man she wanted.

"Mistress, it is true that I was embarrased." "Never have I been naked before in front of others, not like that." He fell silent a moment, trying to figure out how to say what he felt. "My...I was aroused, as you noticed, Mistress." His heart was beating faster, and his palms felt oddly sweaty. "It was in part due to being...displayed." "I am proud of my body, Mistress, I will not say otherwise." "I know that pride is foolish, but...there was an enjoyment in having it seen." He then took a deep breath, "But that was only a minor reason." "The main cause for my...ah...arousal, was...was you, Mistress."

His eyes never left hers, the warm gray swimming with honesty, fear, and a distant hope. "You are beautiful, beyond anything and any woman I have ever seen, save perhaps Queen Leene...and of the two of you, I would say you are the fairer." "Your nobility, your honor, your sense of justice, your power...all make you all the more alluring." "I...I know it is not the place nor the right of a servant, but I find myself attracted to you, Mistress." "Very strongly." "It has been hard to keep my thoughts from straying to where they should not, in that regard." "Never have I desired a woman, Mistress, until I came to you this morning." "It was that which truly caused my condition." "It was you being there and watching, and the thoughts that came to me unbidden." "I only hope that...that you were pleased with what you saw, Mistress."

He could feel a similar event now occuring as well, but did not make mention of it. This could be it. Not even servant for a day and already he may be cast aside or punished even to death for his presumption. "If this offends you, I am sorry, Mistress, I wish to never do that." "If you wish to punish me for my transgression, I willingly submit."

 

[MistressAthena]

Admission

I was astonished at his words. Although he had become my personal servant I still saw him as a noble Knight. I struggled to free him at that moment. I exhaled and turned my back to him. I could not look at him for a few moments while I calmed the sea of emotions within me. My loins however, would not be calmed. I was moist and aching for him. I wanted to feel him inside of me so bad I thought I would scream. I clenched my eyes shut tight and took a deep breath.

I turned back around and said, 'You have not offended me, Glenn. In fact, your words have quite pleased me. I will tell you something very personal about myself, Glenn." I took his hand and led him to a bench. We both sat down and I looked into his eyes and exhaled. I smiled nervously and said, "Glenn, I have only seen one man naked. And I have been touched by a man only once. That was 20 years ago when I was 20 years old." I chuckled a bt and said, "Yes, that means I am 40 years old. I am a bit older than you. It is good that my magic keeps my vessel youthful. Ah, but that is beside my point."

I took a deep breath, "Glenn, I have desired no one. And if anyone desired me he has not told me. I feel that people fear me too much to take a chance and court me." I then lifted my hand up to his cheek and rubbed it once with the palm of my hand. I brought my hand back to my lap and said, "I have desired no one until you, of course. My heart is filled with guilt of placing you in your current position in life. Yet, I can not free you so soon. And while you are my servant I find it not wise to bed with you. Although my body disagrees."

My eyes lingered to his lips, desiring a kiss. I said, "Damn it!" And then to his and my own surprise I leaned into him and pressed my lips fully against his. My arms wrapped around his neck as I kissed him like he was the last man alive. I wanted him, needed him but was afraid. Afraid of the consequences of giving myself to him. Yet, I did not want to be like so many other Masters and use their slaves (servants) as ex toys. But, if he was willing to be used as such, would it be so wrong? I would not be forcing the willing....

 

[Armphid]

Glenn listened carefully, his face showing his astonishment when his Mistress said that she desired him. He could feel his manhood straining in the too big trousers, eager to be free, to be within her. God, what a position they were in...

He was about to speak when she threw herself into his arms, her lips meeting and attacking his in a sweet frenzy of passion. He was still for a heartbeat, then he answered. His strong arms went about her, pulling her close to him, his body thrilling to the feel of hers pressed to him. Glenn had never had sex with a woman, but he had exchanged more than a few kisses. His lips met hers with an equal want, a need that burned at him, and yet, after an inital push, he kept the passion but not the force. Letting her direct and control the kiss.

They broke free finally, staring into each other's eyes, his own gray orbs shocked, eaer, and desiring more. He was breathing heavier, and could feel his heart racing. Yet this could not, should not be. If he was a knight perhaps, but she deserved better than a servant. Although, he had heard tales...hmmm. "Mistress, I share your conflict, though not for the same reasons." "I wish to be yours even more than I am now, and yet I fear that it must not be so." "Perhaps, in time, you may choose to free me, but certainly not yet." Freedom. He missed it already, and here he was telling her not to give it to him. "I must remain your humble, and eager servant." He wished it, though the thought still appalled him.

He was quiet a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was softer. "Mistress...there may be another way." He blushed brightly, "I have heard that some lords and ladies use...certain servants...to...satisfy thier desires." "Their lusts." He swalloed, trying to wet his dry throat. "If you wished it...I could be such a servant for you, my Mistress." "I know nothing of such things...but I have a strong body, a quick mind, and I do very much wish to please you."

 

[MistressAthena]

His Mouth

My heart beat fast and heavy at his words. A flush of heat rushed through me as I learned he did desire me. And when he offered certain "services" willingly my tension eased considerably. I looked into those gray eyes and said, "Glenn, I was hoping within myself that you would offer yourself in such a way. You offered yourself freely. I did not like the idea of forcing you. Now, that you offer of yourself freely, I accept."

Between my legs was a moisture that I had never felt before. I wanted him there. I looked to his soft lips that provided such a wonderful kiss and said, "We are alone. Perhaps you can prove your desire to be such a servant for me." I lifted my dress up to my hips and said, "Prove to me that your mouth is willing to do more than speak words. Bring me the pleasure with those soft lips that I so desire."

I could feel the blush burning all of my skin. But, I wanted this almost more than air. I wanted him to kneel down before me and perform oral sex that would linger into my dreams. I sat there wondering if he indeed meant what he said....

 

[Armphid]

Glenn's eyes left hers as her lifted her dress, traveling over the revealed smoothness of her legs, and the glory of her sex. He'd never seen this much of a woman before, and he breathed in a gasp of wonder. "Oh..."

"Prove to me that your mouth is willing to do more than speak words. Bring me the pleasure with those soft lips that I so desire." At her words, he brought his head up once more, to look full into her eyes.

He swallowed, nervous now. "As you command, Mistress." "I will do all I can, though I-I have never done this before." "I will do my best to please you."

Glenn moved off of the bench, kneeling on the ground in front of it. He walked forward on his knees, positioning himself between his Mistress's legs. His heart was hammering in his chest as though it would crack his ribs, and the alluring scent of her juices brought a bit of water to his dry mouth. He dipped his head close, inhaling deeply of the smell. It was unlike anything he had smelled before, and he found that he greatly enjoyed it.

Hoping that he would not be too great of a disappointment, he ran his hands gently along her thighs before letting them rest on the bench. Then he lowered his mouth to her slit, and kissed it. First lightly, as if testing. Then a firmer kiss. He trailed kisses down it, mind reeling at both the taste on his lips, and the heat that he felt behind her moist folds. Following curiosity, he licked upwards along her slit, then down once more. A virgin, and never one to engage in the bawdy talk of the soldiers and even some of the other knights, he knew that this as only the beginning of her sex.

He pressed his mouth into her, gently forcing his tongue past her labia, to touch on the hot, wet flesh within. One of his hands moved, running along her lips before parting them to allow him access to her sex. As he had onthe outside, Glenn began to kiss her revealed recesses, before licking long and lingering from the bottom to the very top.

 

[MistressAthena]

Powerful Orgasm

Not only could his wonderful mouth deliver unblievable kisses, but it brought forth an unimaginable pleasure to my womanhood. The touh of his hands on my thighs sent chills down my spine. The feel of his soft and moist tongue forced my breath to be caught in my throat. I gasped and threw my head back, unable to speak. As he continued my body felt as though it were inching closer and closer to a cliff over looking molten lava. Such pleasure was inknown to me.

I looked down at him and held his head in my hands. My fingers stroked his scalp lightly and my hips pushed forward to give him full access. I moaned as I felt a lightness in my belly. Sweat began to form on my chest and the back of my neck. My body was just hanging on to the edge of that cliff.

Then with one thrust forward my body was pushed over the cliff and was falling into the molten lava below. When my body fell into the molten lava I was covered in an intense heat. I finally had my realease. I errupted like a volcano into his mouth. I shouted his name in pure lust.

My magic seemed to react to this pleasure as well. When I orgasmed, dirt and leaves from around us was pushed away from us as if some powerful wind pushed it all away from us. The trees around us all shook as well. And the ground below us trembled as I moaned out his name again.

As I began to relax so did the wind that surounded us. Dirt and leaves stopped flying in a circle around us and the trees began to calm. The ground no longer trembled. I pushed him away and looked to him with lustful eyes full of fire. I said to him, "Glenn, you have proven yourself. There will be much pleasure to be had between the two of us. I don't think I could ever let you go now."

I then levitated into the air as wetness trickled down my leg. I forced him into the air with me. I pulled him close and kissed him with a kiss full of passion. I could taste myself and found this even more exciting. When the kiss was broken I said, "You are magnificent." As my lust began to fade I brought us both back to the ground. I stood with my head against his chest and said, "Hold me in your arms, Glenn."