Posted by Moore on April 12, 2004 at 16:28:42:
The author would like to gratefully acknowledge the contributions of Diana B.; I think she needs me as much as I need her.
That morning, before they left Port-Saint-Louis-du-Rhone, Diana picks up a large sharp knife (or a spoon) and straddles her lover Sardana. She is wearing a corset, lace up sandals, a smile, and nothing else. She pushes the handle of the knife into Sardana's hand as she rubs her hips against his crotch. "I want you to put it in me," she moans, squeezing his hand over the knife and grinding against his enlarging manhood.
Sardana tosses the ledger he was working on aside. He kisses her fiercely.
"This is the ultimate act of submission, of pleasing another at cost of one's own life," she says warmly in his ear. Her hands free him of his pants.
She looks him in the eyes. "Lets make this short and sweet." She raises up, takes his penis into her, and lowers herself onto him. He grunts and rubs her thigh.
Diana guides his knife holding hand to her belly. "Consume me," she huskily whispers. "Use me."
She pulls his arm so the tip of the knife is at her flesh. "Yes," she yells, "Now!" He half pushes the knife in while she half pulls it. She digs her nails into his arm and shoulder.
"Ahh," she cries, and tightens around him.
"Do it, do it, more," she cheer leads, bouncing up and down on him. Every time he pushes the dagger into her, she gives a sexy cry or moan, and thrashes and clenches in a most pleasurable way.
"Oh, your killing me," she moans. "It hurts, and I like it. Don't stop." She pumps up and down on him, her hair swinging back and forth.
"Finish me," she begs. "Drive it in deep."
He thrusts the knife fully into her. She arches her back, screaming, writhing her hips around him, driving him over the edge and getting him pleased.
She flops down on top of him; eyes open and fixed into the distance.
He grins and hold her, and has to return to the ledger all too soon.
Journal Entry ------------
Based on the information I gathered before we left Perpignan, we had an idea of the perils we faced between Port-Saint-Louis-du-Rhone and Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer. The creatures we were warned about near Port-Saint-Louis-du-Rhone, like the Orcs, the Ogre, and even the choke creeper seem more threatening to travelers then the "Swamp Killer" and the "Living Cave."
The first danger near Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer is a large boar, an alothere. The "Swamp Killer," as the beast is called, lives, naturally enough, in a swamp. The boar is large enough to ride, if anyone were to be so foolish as to try. The boar is aggressive, and has dangerous tusks. But the giant boar is not the only danger in the swamp. The seaside swamp has patches of quicksand.
An adventuring group, (named the Pompadours after their patron) attempted to kill the "Swamp Killer," but they lost their leader, Jodee, to a pool of quicksand while the boar attacked. The boar charged and scattered the group. It trampled and gored several of the members of the Pompadours. Jodee moved forward to protect the wounded from the next charge, but to her horror she sank up to her knees in a pool of quicksand. Her heavy chain armor hastened her decent. Her group was split between trying to drive off the boar and finding a method by which to haul her out, and ended up doing neither well. The only wood in the area is rotten and soft, and the members of the group with rope were trampled underneath the boar. Her husband Barnes watched with horror as she sunk to her waist, her chest, and then up to her neck. With a "slorp" her head disappeared under the sloppy quicksand. One last "blorp" of escaping air signaled the end of her struggle to stay alive. "Swamp Killer" got away, but not before killing two other members of the Pompadours.
The "Living Cave" is north of Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer. Knight Franck went into the cave before the rainy season to see if it was a hiding area for bandits. Her squire remained outside to tend the horses. She had entered the large main cavern when the cave attacked her. A stalactite fell from the roof and struck her helmet. The force sent her sprawling to the cavern floor, even though it was only a glancing blow. Then another stalactite fell on her back, piercing through her armor. Although injured, Knight Franck crawled toward the exit of the cave. Her journey ended when a larger stalactite fell, driving through her, killing her, and causing a great gout of blood to erupt from her mouth.
We arrived in Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer without encountering any Orcs, Ogres, attacking plants, or giant boar. At first, I was impressed with the many village improvements. Baron Rouget de Lisle has constructed a granary and well to be used free of charge by the townspeople. The new wooden sidewalks reduce the mud, and the new barn and butcher shop certainly hold promise.
But we noticed some distressing things. Mercenary Captain Jean Baptiste Fourier pointed out the lack of guards on the streets. Even the guards we saw had only light leather armor, and seemed ill at ease and poorly trained. All of the improvements are inadequately maintained, and show signs of unrepaired damage from the rainy season. The new church and new docks have not helped bring new people into the area.
I informed the locals of the Market Day in Perpignan. I had trouble finding an agent to represent my interests at first. No one had coins for appropriate licenses, and the merchants were waiting for Baron Rouget de Lisle to build them the marketplace he had promised. The merchants insisted I speak with the Baron, so I did.
Baron Rouget de Lisle is a complicated man. There is no cemetery in Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer at his order. The dead are buried at sea or sent to other towns to be buried in their cemeteries. The Baron has an obsessive need to help others which has bankrupted the Barony. He can not afford to pay for the maintenance on the properties he owns, much less build new ones. He does not have the monthly income to pay the guard's wages, or pay a armorer to repair their chain armor. He was counting on the improvement to bring in a large number of new settlers. They failed to arrive due to the "Curse." If he raises taxes he will drive off the remaining inhabitants, but if he doesn't, the public works he had constructed will slide into decline.
Baron Rouget de Lisle and his entire Barony were in quite a bit of trouble. I can help them, and make a killing at the same time. I have enclosed a copy of the lengthy contract we have entered into. In short, I am going to own a percentage of the improvements in exchange for almost all of my cash. Although it will make me a pauper again, I think the long term profit potential is amazing. I will continue to give payments to the Baron in exchange for, well, practically anything I want. For example, the new docks will make an excellent base for the ferry boat service I intend to run.
Baron Rouget de Lisle himself is going to act as my agent. A Baron working for me! I mentioned that Bernard Laporte, the mercenary leader, would be keenly interested in supplementing the Baron's guard force with his mercenaries at very low prices, in exchange for the recognition of a noble, and the Baron seemed to take the hint. Fourier seemed quite pleased with my initiative in aiding the social climbing of his superior. Noble status, even love, pales in comparison to wealth. Wealth can buy you everything you need.
Diana seems tired. I think I will suggest that she rest after we return to Perpignan tomorrow.
End of Journal Entry ------------
That night, Diana took a short length of rope and wrapped it around her neck. "Do you know what I want you to do?" she asked. "I want you to tighten this around my throat while I give you the best blow job you have ever had. Would you like that? Would you like me to give my life for you to have the best cock worshiping you have ever had?"
Diana kneels in front of Sardana. She undoes his pants, and hands him the ends of the rope. She spits in her hand. She gives him little licks on the end of his penis. Lots of flicking with her tongue, then long licking with all of the tongue all the way up. Then Diana does some ball action, with lots of sucking, while her spit lubricated hands rub up and down his penis.
"It will get better when you tighten the rope. Good bye lover, I hope you come more then you ever have before."
Sardana tightens the rope. She starts to kiss around his groin, gurgling softly, then gives him a nice long big lick all the way up. He twitches and tightens the rope more. She gives him a grin, and a little bit of a lick at the top and then all the way down, with bit of a butterfly lick at the bottom. Diana starts tickling his balls while she is at it.
He holds the rope (loosely) as she gurgles loudly and sways in front of him, but she deep throats him until he comes. Then her hands drop limply to the sides as she collapses against him, before sliding dead to the ground.
Diane uses her hair to clean him up. It is several minutes before Sardana can move, let alone talk.
Diana seems tired, and goes to bed early. Sardana suggests to her when she turns in that they take it easy the next day, and she spend time in the hotel room when they return to Perpignan.