"The Queen's Assassin" (closed)

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

The Dead Coast
About 14 hours from Survival Bay

Well after dark:

Andrea flinched at the knock upon the door to Hugo's cabin, quickly pulling the bedding up to hide her previously uncovered bosom; she covered her face as well, as if doing so would conceal her identity from the First Mate as he opened the door, found her lying next to his sleeping Captain, and smirked knowingly. She looked to her lover, found him soundly asleep, and held a finger up to her lips to quiet the other man; his name was Goran, Andrea had learned during his many hours of being her task master.

She anxiously gestured him to spin away from her, and once he very chivalrously had, she rose from the bed, grabbed one of the fine, soft, cotton sheets that she had gleaned from a trunk earlier in the day that was part of the pirate ship's bounty, wrapped it around her otherwise naked body, and approached the First Mate on tippy toes. Once near, she growled in whisper, "What is it? He's sleeping."

Goran began to turn to Andrea, but she used a free hand to prevent him, growling in continuing whispers, "You don't need to see me to speak to me."

He responded with his own whispered, growl, "And you are not my Captain ... swabbie. You're only fucking him."

Andrea clenched her teeth together at the description ... then couldn't help but giggle softly before admitting, "No, you're right. I'm sorry, Master."

During the day's work, Andrea had learned which crew members -- Officers -- she, as a swabbie, was to show respect by referring to as Master: the Captain, the First Mate -- who was often otherwise referred to as the Quartermaster -- the Sailing Master, the Boatswain, and even the fucking Cook.

The Surgeon was also to be referred to as Master, but Hugo's ship was small and had never had one. In between the energetic and repeating quests for orgasms, Andrea had promised Hugo that she would hire him a Surgeon, As soon as I get to some of my father's coin. That was another thing she'd promised her lover; that she would get him the ransom for which he'd asked after taking her.

"And more," she'd told him as she'd again mounted his long, thick cock. "I'm going to get you ever coin and every silver candlestick and every golden bobble he owns ... the fucking bastard." It had turned out that hating her father was quickly becoming an aphrodisiac for Andrea.

She continued in whisper to Goran, "With all due respect, Master ... would I be permitted to hear what you need to tell the Captain ... to see if perhaps--"

"There is a boat nearby," Goran interrupted. "It is within intercept distance."

He again turned to head to look to Andrea but this time -- as she contemplated what he was saying -- not being stopped from doing so. As his gaze fell to her bosom, the delicious curvature of one breast and its hardened nipple conspicuously displayed through the thin fabric -- she smiled, reached up, and forced his face away again. "Go! Go away. I will wake him, immediately. Do what you think he will want you to do until he comes to you."

Goran stepped back into the passageway beyond the door, again looking back to Andrea's sheet-wrapped body as he smirked and whispered, "Will that be today ... or tomorrow ... swabbie?"

She raised her outstretched middle finger to him -- a universal sign across the Known World to the best of her knowledge -- then closed the door as quietly as she could. Turning, though, she found Hugo sitting up in bed, his feet over the side, bare toes avoiding the cold, wooden deck.

"Hello, lover," she purred as she started his way. Reaching Hugo, she let the sheet drop, crawled into his lap, grasped his cock, and began massaging it toward hardness as she casually informed him, "Goran came to report that there is a boat out there somewhere in the dark..." She lowered herself onto Hugo's cock as she groaned and finished, "I suggested that he do what he thought was right ... while you do to me what is right."

 

[HumanBean]

(OOC: I am just repeating what my writing partner said about the underage character mentioned below. There is no sexual content WHATSOEVER. This roleplay has a lot of non-sexual content. Sometimes it is for those >18, and sometimes it is for those <18. Thus its inclusion in the Online Role Play forum, not the Sexual Role Play forum.)

(This post continues from my partner's two-part post that starts here, I believe.)


Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Smuggler's Village
On the beach

Sundown (now the day before Morrow's timeline):

Rolph couldn't help but notice that Paulina was being cagey with her response to what her next orders were. He didn't know of the conspiracy between the now-deceased Admiral Greta, Philip (who wasn't actually a Lord, yet), Viscount Morrow and Queen Luna.

Their conspiracy, of course, was to put Lady Imogen in line for the Thone of the Frenkish Empire. He knew that something was going on. The question was whether or not that may or may not continue now with Greta's death.

Paulina spoke of her orders to provide Morrow with supplies. She added, "You are his representative here ... therefore, I am at your service, m'lord."

"Thank you, m'lady," Rolph said. He smiled, correcting, "Captain. Or, is it now Admiral?"

Paulina didn't respond. It was too early to be thinking about such things, obviously. He quickly added, "Sorry. That was inappropriate."

They spoke some more before she asked, "Could you point me to the Surgeons tent, m'lord?"

He did, and soon they were both checking on their injured men and women. There were a couple of children who'd been harmed as well.

Rolph was checking on Philip when he caught the strange conversation taking place in a corner. Paulina and a young, frightened girl practically hiding in a corner of the tent were quietly talking. Others were gathering.

Paulina had already confirmed that the girl hadn't been violated by the slavers. That was a relief to Rolph, obviously. She couldn't have been more than 14 or 15 years of age. He was astounded that such a tiny, vulnerable thing had even survived out here in the wilds alone. How had she also retained her innocence through all this?

They attempted to learn of the girl's origins, leading to her exploding energetically in a language. A woman recognized the language, though she didn't understand it. "She's from The Nurva."

Just the mention of The Nurva sent a chill up Rolph's spine. It was a frightening and mysterious land said to be the home of ghosts, ghouls, and the undead.

Rolph didn't believe any of that, of course. But he still wouldn't intentionally visit that the mysterious land.

Philip had joined the gathering just as the girl suddenly said in very clear Common, "Greta!"

Everyone went silent. How did this girl know Greta? They'd never met. Or had they? Greta had saved several of the captives during the battle earlier today. Had this girl been one of them?

She rose and surprisingly made her way toward Philip. He just stared at her as she reached out a hand to his chest. Again, she was speaking in her strange language.

Her gaze was set on Philip's own eyes. And she was smiling. It was a smile of familiarity, Philip thought. Like she'd known him for all her life.

Then, she took his face in her hands and, in clear Common, said, "Greta lives ... in you ... Philipinasto Ruiz'alto Wyk."

And then, like that, she was in his lap and sound asleep. It wasn't as if she'd passed out. She'd simply sat down in Philip's lap and fell asleep.

Paulina looked shocked. She asked, "Philip ... what the fuck was that?"

He only shrugged. Rolph jumped in. "What was that name? Philipina...?" He couldn't remember it. And he'd never heard it elsewhere before.

Philip was hesitant to answer. He looked for an open place to lay the girl. Someone cleared a space and laid out several blankets for her comfort.

Rolph knew that Philip was still injured. He took the girl from him and laid her on the makeshift bed. Then, looking to Philip, he repeated Paulina's question, "What the fuck?"

 

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

The Dead Coast
About 14 hours from Survival Bay

Well after dark:

Hugo had awoken amidst Andrea's conversation with Goran at the door of his cabin. He watched and listened to them.

Listened to Andrea trying to simultaneously play the part of swabbie and Captain's lover. And watching Andrea clutch a sheet to her body in a vain attempt to hide her sexiness.
Hugo couldn't believe how beautiful Andrea was. How sexy. He hadn't seen it before. He didn't understand how he hadn't seen it.

She'd come to him dressed for deck duty, dressed like a sailor, a pirate. Before that, he hadn't seen and appreciated any of her but her tits, ass, and pussy.

Now, he saw all of her. And he loved her. He had no doubt.

"There is a boat nearby," Goran said. "It is within intercept distance."

That caused Hugo to sit up. His new position afforded him a better view of Goran's face. He caught the man ogling his lover's bosom. Surprisingly, it made Hugo smile.

"Go! Go away," Andrea told Goran. She told him she'd wake Hugo and send him out.

Goran stepped out, looking back to ogle Andrea more fully. Then he found Hugo looking at him. Goran initially felt panic.

But then Hugo smiled wide, held his hands out before him, and gestured an hourglass shape. Hugo smirked. Goran managed to contain his. Mostly.

Hugo jabbed a finger in the air to port. It was meant to represent the vessel Goran had spotted. Then, he reached out and grasped the air. Again, about the boat. He wanted it seized.

"Will that be today?" Goran asked Andrea about waking the awoken man. "Or tomorrow ... swabbie?"

Andrea flipped Goran off before closing the door. She turned to find Hugo smiling to her. "Hello, lover."

She crossed to Hugo, dropped the sheet, and crawled into his lap. She reported what Goran has reported as she mounted him.

Hugo couldn't take his eyes off Andrea's body. He was simply enthralled with her. As they began seriously fucking, he told her, "I won't ever return you to your father, m'lady. If you don't want to go back to him."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

The Dead Coast
About 11 hours from Survival Bay

After midnight:

The two of them were fucking hard and fast, with Andrea bouncing energetically in Hugo's lap, taking nearly every bit of him fully in and fully out, when he suddenly said to her, "I won't ever return you to your father, m'lady."

She went suddenly still, leaning back to better focus on her lover's face, asking with surprise, "What?"

Hugo added, "If you don't want to go back to him."

"I don't want to go back," Andrea responded without hesitation. "I want to stay with you ... always ... forever."

She felt the same way he did, and yet Andrea still sat there motionless for a long moment, just staring into Hugo's eyes, wondering why he'd chosen this very moment to say this to her. Then, a thought came to Andrea that she felt she had to share with him. "When we're done with this thing that you're doing ... at Survival Bay..."

Andrea saw the reaction in Hugo's face and explained, "Your sailors like to talk, and I like to listen. I hear things." She smiled, kissed him, then continued, "When we're done ... you have to take me back to my father."

She smiled to him as she waited for his answer -- she knew there'd be something he would want to say -- then explained, "The only way you're going to get your ransom for me is if I go back."

Andrea repositioned herself, causing Hugo's cock to somehow find even more depth in her; she drew a deep, excited breath at the intrusion upon her deepest depths, then continued, "When you return me, my father isn't going to give you a thin Half Copper for my safe return. But...!"

She wrapped her arms around his neck, repositioned yet again, and started fucking him deep but slow as she continued, "...I'll be able to find where he's hiding his money ... and then ... we'll steal every ... fucking ... copper piece, silver piece, and gold piece he's got."

Andrea began bouncing wildly in Hugo's lap again, finishing, "And ... then ... I'm gonna ... put a dagger ... through ... his heart."

She wouldn't stop her movement in his lap until he exploded, whether that was before or after she herself had. Then, she'd let him escape to go deal with the boat that had so interested Goran.

 

[HumanBean]

2 OOC Notes:

• First, this post continues where I left off my last post for these characters, found here. It repeats a little. Forgive me. Or don't. I don't care.
• Second, I just learned that the Imgur links that work when I'm using my laptop won't always work when I'm on my phone. If you are suffering that same issue, just PM me. I will send you the links or the images to fill that empty space in your imagination.

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Map of the Known World -- OOC thread


Smuggler's Village
In a Medical Tent

After dark, and after the Girl from The Nurva went to sleep:

Philip thought back to what the girl had said to him: Greta lives ... in you ... Philipinasto Ruiz'alto Wyk. His mind simply couldn't grasp the words. That name! No one had called him that since his age was still in single digits.

Paulina looked to him with shock. "Philip ... what the fuck was that?"

Rolph asked about that name. Philip was hesitant to give them any information about it. It harkened back to a time that he'd tried hard to forget.

Rolph repeated and added to Paulina's question, "What the fuck? Philip, explain to us what just happened. Please!"

"Not here," Philip said. He looked about himself at the injured. This wasn't the place for telling stories. "Not now."

He headed out to the big fire burning in the middle of the circle of tents. He hadn't actually invited or encouraged the others to follow him outside. But then again, he hadn't not done so either.

Philip was soon joined by Rolph, Paulina, and a trio of others who'd taken an interest. One of them was the woman who'd recognized the language as being from The Nurva. She was a stunning beauty who Philip would learn was named Olianda.

Rolph urged Philip to tell them what he knew about the girl. He contemplated her herself, her unknown and baffling language, and then what she'd said to him in the most perfect Common Tongue. He thought it was best to start with what he knew for certain.

"My full name is Philipinasto Ruiz'alto Wyk," Philip began. "As the girl said. Exactly as the girl said."

"I've never heard anything like that, Philip," Rolph said. "Not around here."

"That's because I'm not from around here," Philip explained. He looked between the others, drew a deep, calming breath, then confessed, "I'm from The Nurva."

There were shocked looks and even a gasp and a murmured profanity. He continued, "My parents were River Runners. They lived in a small village on the road between Ras Rufna and Lentfrenk. It also sat on the shores of West Lake. It connected to River Nurva via West River.

"They, my parents," he continued, "They bought things from teamsters using the Ras Rufna-Lentfrenk Road. Then they sailed, rowed, and poled a River Barge down the West and Nurva to The Small Sea and ultimately to the docks at Vint. They would sell their goods there, buy other things they or their neighbors needed, and return. The river was very level there, with barely a current, so getting back up it, except during the rainy season, was easy enough for just the two of them."

Rolph was interested in Philip's tale. But he wanted to hear about The Nurva and how it related to his parents. He gave the man an impatient, urging hand signal.

"One year, there was an unexpected, out-of-season downpour in the east," Philip explained. "My parents had left our village expecting no problems. But as they left the West River and entered the Nurva, a massive flash flood caught them. It destroyed their barge, tossing them overboard. They drowned."

Again, Rolph showed his impatience, asking harshly, "How does this relate to you and the girl and--"

"I was with them," Philip interrupted. He looked to Rolph, explaining, "I went with them. I was turning 4 years old. It was traditional to take 4-year-olds to have their souls purified by the Priests of the the Church of Un. The nearest Priest and Church was in Vint."

"But you obviously didn't drown," someone asked. "How--"

Again, Philip interrupted, continuing his story. "I was rescued by a woman named Duch matky."

"Wait, I know those words," Olianda said. "I don't know much Nurva. But I know those two words. Together, they mean Ghost Mother."

"Yes," Philip confirmed. "She rescued me from the river. She raised me in her home, alone and apart from others."
"There were others, though," Rolph asked. "Living in The Nurva."

"Yes," Philip again confirmed. "But they didn't live together. In villages. Hamlets. Not even together in huts. Each of them lived on their own. For their entire life."

"What about children?" someone asked. "Did they have children?"

"Yes," Philip told them.

Someone with a skeptical tone asked, "How the fuck did they have children if they lived apart their entire lives? No men with the women, no women with the men. Did they run around from hut to hut on the full moon fucking and hoping that maybe they'd end up with child?"

"The Duchovní otec," Philip said. He looked to Olianda for her translation. She only shrugged. Philip explained, "It means Ghost Fathers. They visited the Duch matky, the Ghost Mothers, on, yes, the full moon. Sometimes, the visits resulted in a child being born. Sometimes it didn't."

"Savages," someone mumbled just loud enough for Philip to hear.

He looked to the man, saying, "No, not at all. There's no hatred. No war. No slavery. No kidnapping or rape."

Philip gestured a hand toward the camp. The whole reason the visitors to the Village were here was because of kidnapping, rape, and slavery. "They never fought with one another. Never argued. Hell, they never talked, except during the Duchovní otec visits.

"They had a system, sticks crossed above their huts," he continued, "for signaling each other when something was wrong. Sickness. Starvation. Injury. Imminent birth, when one or more Duch matky would come to help birth a child. Is a child could not be supported, another Duch matky would take it in and raise it."

"How did you end up in Yalla," Rolph asked, "speaking Common and working for Viscount Ulronni?"

"When I was about 9 years old," Philip told them, "I fell into the river during a flash flood. It was sort of full circle, I guess. I was washed down kilometers of River Nurva, finally washing ashore close to the coast of the Small Sea. I was injured and exhausted. I was taken in by a Fisher, but he couldn't afford to raise a weak child. He sold me.

"I worked on a fishing boat," he said, smiling for the first time since mentioning his Ghost Mother the first time. "I liked fishing. We sailed for Yalla with a full load, only to get caught up in a storm. It destroyed our boat within spitting distance of the Yalla docks.

"My Master sold me to the Standing Army of the Republic of Yalla," he said, grimacing. "I was with them until I joined Viscount Ulronni."

"My wife's father," Rolph said, speaking of Betty with a smile. He gave Philip a hard look, reminding him, "Where you kidnapped girls like this one and sold them to slavers."

Philip stared into the flames a long moment. More to himself than to Rolph, he mused, "I'm doing my best to make up for that."

"I know you are," Rolph said. He sounded regretful for what he'd said. He moved to Philip, clasped their right hands together, and pulled them to one another for a hug. He said with a sincere tone, "I'm sorry, friend. That was uncalled for."

Someone impatiently demanded, "What about the girl? Where does she fit into all this? How did she know who you were?"

Rolph looked to Philip, asking the question that needed to be answered, "If you were only four when you were first lost into that river, how did you remember your full name?" He tried to repeat the name but failed horribly.

"Philipinasto Ruiz'alto Wyk," Philip said correctly. This time, he used a West Frenkish accent that Rolph recognized. "It means The boy who walks on the brown water. The brown water was the flash flood."

"And you remembered it?" Rolph asked. "How?"

"Actually, I didn't remember it," Philip responded. "It was given to me by my Ghost Mother when she found me. I'd forgotten about it. She only used it once. The day she named me. After that, she called me Syn. It means Son."

Philip looked back toward the tent. He said, "I have no idea how that girl knew it. Or knows me. Or why she would think that Greta lives in me."