Shadows in the Night - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

With a closer look at the fallen guard Arielle noticed the arrow buried deep in his chest and quickly scanned the garden illuminated by torch brackets in search of the perpetrator, then briefly spotted a fleeting figure flitting around, hidden behind a generous shrub. Then there was a spot of metallic glint catching her eye from within the darkness.

Arielle immediately darted away from the window, and not too soon - mere moments later an arrow pierced the window and embedded itself onto a wooden cupboard with a dull thud. Getting on all fours and crawling under the windows to the other side of the room Arielle reached behind the books on a certain bookshelf to retrieve a flask of orange fluid, uncorking it immediately and swallowing one big mouthful of the tangy mix.

At this moment, Karin burst into the room, calling frantically for her mistress.

"Arielle! Where are you?"

"I'm over here! Come now!"

Karin recognised the voice and ran across the room, and when her mistress instructed her to drink from the orange flask on the floor she quickly complied, taking hold of it and drinking a mouthful as well. Within seconds the enchantment of the magical potion took effect and both women were practically invisible to their invaders.

Arielle yelped as the other window to her room was smashed and a pair of black gloved hands gripped onto the windowsill then hoisted their owner up on his elbows to climb into the room, landing but a few feet from the startled ladies. By then Arielle had the presence of mind to leave the potion under the bed and ready a bejewelled dagger. The intruder, clad from head to toe in black, looked over the room but made no move to grab valuables like the glinting golden candlesticks. A second one followed in with sword in hand.

"I was sure I saw a young lady peeking at me through a window." He reported raspily.

"Check under the bed," The first instructed with an authoratative and feminine tone, and the other nodded tacitly and plunged his sword repeatedly through the bed, piercing to tear into the carpet below.

"No one there."

"Check further inside, they can't have gone far," she instructed, and her follower plodded into the corridor and beyond. Meanwhile, she turned to fiddle with a painting on the wall, pulling it down as if expecting something hidden behind.

It proved to be a fatal oversight. Arielle got to her feet, decisively plunging the dagger into her neck to its hilt, her would-be assailant's death cry muted by the gurgling blood spouting from her gaping throat. With the attack the invisibility wore off and Arielle was in plain sight again.

"Quickly, shut the door," Karin quickly obeyed and Arielle started stripping the woman who happened to be the band leader. As fast as she could she slipped out of her flimsy nightgown and changed into her enemy's colours. The rank smell of freshly spilt blood assailed her but in the middle of the night no one would see the bloodstains on black clothes, and the sash she wore wrapped around her face conveniently masked her delicate features. Finally she pocketed the potion bottle, just in case.

"Karin?"

"Yes missy?"

"I want you to push this body under the bed, and run all the way to your mother's home, alright?"

"Yes missy!"

There was no time to lose, if Arielle was to save her parents from the men in black. As she raced out into the corridor and up stairs to the master bedroom, the sounds of ringing steel and battle cries grew louder, and she could only hope her parents had hidden well enough.

Making their faithful last stand were Lord Nightstar's personal bodyguards, Emil and Rannick. They stood back to back, fending off the ravenous attacks of five men in black. It was as hopeless a fight as any, and Arielle's heart went to them, but she knew she had to save her parents while there was still a chance.

She checked the study, the room already crawling with those intruders searching for them. Arielle herself checked the alchemy table and noted an open scroll case and a sprinkling of ash on the tabletop - the tell-tale signs of a recently expended spell scroll, most likely one for a magical getaway. Heaving a sigh of relief, she knew now she needn't have worried. Her parents were wise enough to prepare for such a contingency.

Before she could relax though a shrill cry of pain rang out from the adjoining room, setting her pulse racing again. Her last defenders were dead and her only defence now was the thin wet sash covering her face and true identity.

"Everyone! Gather to me, in the master bedroom," A booming voice commanded from the aisle. Accordingly, they all stopped what they were doing and obeyed. Arielle watched a tall, lean man, about six foot four pace around the bodies of her guards, as one by one, his followers streamed into the room. There had to be at least two dozen of them. These were not a gang of burglars, but assassins, with very specific prey.

The gangly fellow surveyed his men, and then his gaze inevitably fell upon the only female in his troupe. Arielle breathed steadily, knowing full well the consequences of breaking cover in a room surrounded by enemies.

"Maya, you've got blood all over your shirt. You wouldn't happen to be hurt?" He chuckled at that.

"It was a maid."

"Ahh. But of course," He winked at Arielle, who silently congratulated herself on mimicking the dead woman's voice sufficiently, then addressed the assemblage, "Our quarry has eluded us. The Lord and Lady Nightstar, as well as their daughter, have somehow slipped from our grasp. Given the guards at the entrance and our strength in numbers they must have magicked themselves away in time. As lofty as their perch was they did not neglect to prepare for certain emergencies, it seems. There is nothing we can do for now; all of you, please partake of any riches you happen upon in this home. At least we won't leave empty-handed. Now go and plunder, and leave this room."

'Maya' made for the door but the fellow called out to her. "Maya! Stay with me awhile. You know what I want," he chuckled and the rest of the room laughed out loud knowingly, then made a quick exit, each scoundrel eager to steal as much he could.

Arielle closed and locked the only door, resolving that only one of them would walk out alive, then sauntering to her lover with more than a little sway of her hips. He wasted no time, dropping his pants to reveal an impressive male member, already stiff and ready for action.

"Dammit, bitch, you know how all that blood gets to me, blow me now!" Arielle considered striking now, but his hands were too close to the hilt of his sword for comfort. Good things to those who wait, she thought, then got on her knees, and started lavishing the hard cock with a few teasing licks. This wasn't the lascivious lady's first time.

"Well, well, learning some new tricks are we?" he chuckled, a truly irritating sound by now, but Arielle focused on the sweet treat at hand that was an eight inch long, hard pulsing penis, and kissed the tip to elicit a grunt of approval. Moving in a little to lick at the sack within, then all the way up to the tip again, as if savoring an ice cream cone, she took him inside, closing her lips firmly around the thick shaft and made circular movements with her head, his cock slipping this way and that. Arielle spent a while at this, enjoying the warm sensation of the manhood hardening and the salty taste of pre-cum as he stroked her head, fingers searching for a hold on the sash-

Wait, no! Her mind sounded a silent alarm and she backed away, and got to her feet.

"Maya? What's the matter?" He asked, a strange look on his face that was quickly remedied by the sight of his lover quickly stripping her pants off. Arielle was now naked from the waist down and when she lay back onto the queen-sized bed, her knees drawn up and wide apart, an incredibly enticing view of her pink, pouting secret lips, well marinated with natural lust juices was all it took to readjust the man's concern at hand. Right now, instead of reaching over to undo the sash, he was going to satisfy a more deep-seated desire.

With a grunt from both parties, the man delved deep into Arielle's warm depths with his monster of a penis, filling her up quite adequately, then rocked her hips in tandem with the man's, sighing and moaning in a symphony of sexual pleasure to the rhythm of his thrusts. Reaching with her hands to toy with the pink nubs that were nipple and clit, Arielle was getting into the groove but knew from experience the man was sure to finish first. He was enjoying himself and soon had his eyes closed

Reaching behind her back and unsheathing the dagger from the sword scabbard slung across her back with a slick snap of her wrist, Arielle sat up and thrust it deep into his bare throat and almost immediately had to shield herself from the red shower. Quickly disengaging and slipping out of bed, she reached for the her dead guard's sword.

"That was for Rannick, and now this," she put her weight behind her hands and thrust the sword from behind through his heart, "is for Emil," then watched the evildoer crumple and bleed to death.

Well, that was that. Wiping herself dry of various bodily fluids with a dry bedsheet and dressing up again, she went around the room, picking off the valuable items from drawers and cupboards and stowed them in her pockets as she could, then retrieving the dagger - as putrid as it seemed, the jewelled dagger was worth quite a bit.

Hard banging on the locked doors and angry shouts interrupted her preparations. They must have discovered the real Maya's body. Swallowing a generous gulp of the invisibility potion, Arielle disappeared from view, and when the armed men smashed the door down and rushed to revive their fallen leader, Arielle was able to walk around them all and tiptoe out and away, unseen and unopposed, out the gates and into the night.

Stepping onto the cobblestoned streets and not sure where to go, Arielle just walked briskly away from her old home, rummaging through stray thoughts as she walked, her mind still reeling from the tension of that close encounter with death and danger.

Her parents had to be where they said they would retreat if ever enemies came a knocking - a hidden safehouse at the Docks where they could then sail away to safer lands. They had never confided in Arielle why anyone would want to attack them but apparently their fears were well-grounded; now she only had to meet them there.

Trekking through the dark and murky alleyways of the sprawling city, protected only by the shroud of invisibility, Arielle safely reached the docks, stepping right up to the safehouse's doorstep, only to note with alarm that the front door had been smashed open. Quietly slipping in, she found the ground floor empty, hearing only pained groans from upstairs. Her worst fears were confirmed at the sight of her parents mortally wounded.

"Mom! Dad!" She screamed, the tears welling up and spilling over as she kneeled at their sides, clasping their hands, "Talk to me! Talk to me!"

Lady Nightstar had long passed from this world, but Lord William Nightstar was still clinging on dearly to life, his trembling lips parting to impart a last message to his daughter.

"Sewers... stash sewers..." he muttered, the words barely heard by his sobbing daughter as he opened a clenched fist to reveal a plain golden ring adorned by a single shining diamond, then his eyes closed as he slipped into the final rest.

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Karin dipped a pail into a small well of water and poured it onto her mistress Arielle, who shivered and hugged herself, clearly unaccustomed to bathing standing up with cold water, before cleaning the blonde up with a cheap bar of soap.

"You still smell, of all that blood, missy. I'll wash it all away, all the pain away," Karin offered, rubbing the soap between her hands to lubricate her palms with lather before cupping the undersides of Arielle's fully-blossomed breasts from behind with gentle, wet hands, slickly soaping up the sensitive skin, the blonde's nipples perking up hard in response, and for a few luxurious moments Arielle enjoyed her maid's gentle touch before breaking away.

"Sorry, sweetie... I'm just not in the mood."

"I... I understand. I'll just finish the rest of you."

"I think I'll need to learn how to wash myself now, dear. You're not really my maid anymore. Give me the soap,"

"Here you go, missy. To think that last night, we had our first time... together. Now, all this. It's hard just thinking about it. What are you going to do?"

"I'll become an adventurer I suppose. Like my parents both were before they got rich enough to buy a sort of noble status. It's a bit rich, I think, the way fate goes in circles. I'll need to find some partners, then try and get around finding who did my parents in."

"I don't suppose I'll be seeing a lot of you around anymore, missy?"

Arielle looked up and stroked the naked redhead's cheek with a soapy hand. "I'll miss you too, sweetie and I'll visit from time to time."

"I'll miss you too, and there's something left to do," Karin stroked her former mistress' cheek in return and they drew closer.

"Oh, Karin, sweets, I... I'm not really feeling like it," she protested and backed into a wall but felt Karin press in still - until once again both girls were breast to breast, only this time they were both wet and soapy all over - both girls shivering slightly at the chill and tingle, sharing a look of lust, eye to eye up close. Arielle's lips were trembling, as she was incredibly excited at the role reversal, to be submissive to the lovely girl who'd served her all her life.

"How could I let you go without returning the favors of last night? Why, you're blushing," Karin stroked her reddened cheek down to the edge of her chin, enjoying the control over her mistress and the sight of her half-lidded eyes and fluttering lashes. This brazen girl who'd conquered numerous hot-blooded young men had been completely subdued, and yelped when her former maid licked teasingly at her neck, which almost instantly grew red.

Arielle's heart was pounding wildly - the sensation of another fully grown woman, slick and warmly wet bodily pressed against her was driving her crazy with desire. She could feel it, the constant teasing tingles of nipple on breast, luscious legs scissoring, her maid's hands gathering more soapy lather from that bar of soap and massaging all over her neck and shoulders. Mmm. . . Arielle moaned out loud, all the tension being scrubbed slowly and smoothly out of her.

"I want you to turn around and put your hands on the wall, dear," Karin for once ordered Arielle around and the blonde found it refreshingly arousing, turning around and obeying. Karin rewarded her with a thorough finger massage of her tight back muscles and tummy that was inevitably followed up by a long, sensuous session with her heavy breasts that heaved with her excited ragged breaths.

Arielle closed her eyes, trembling with pleasure as her girl cupped the round breasts with soapy palms that circled slickly around her nipple before stabbing at the nubbins with her fingertips - it was as if her nipples were wired straight to her pussy which tingled at the touch. Karin traced her wet fingertips repeatedly over the swollen nipples, eliciting excited yelps from the blonde, revelling at the remarkable sensitivity of wet nipples. Karin moved to pinch both nipples and tug at them lightly while kneading the soft, slippery wet breast flesh, much to the delight of a blushing Arielle, who was actively grinding her hips back against Karin's groin.

Not one to miss a hint, Karin pulled a hand back to caress the blonde's smoothly rounded ass. It was as delightful to the touch as she remembered and soon both her hands were kneading the gleaming cheeks. Her thumbs reached under to stroke lightly at her inner thigh, teasingly close to her labia.

"Bet you aren't just wet from the water now, love," Karin whispered, and Arielle responded affirmatively: "Oh, fuck yeah."

Karin was on her knees now, stroking the back of her legs that made her knees tremble as her lips and tongue toyed with the crack of her ass, before delving deeper to unchartered territory. Arielle's legs squirmed at the attack of sensation, her legs parting instinctively for Karin to go all the way, her hips pushing back further to open herself up to intimate touches. Karin took a moment to enjoy the view up close - her blonde lady's splendid ass, now spread wide open for her dining enjoyment, the pouty nether lips dripping with excitement. Karin sat on the wet floor and dipped her head between Arielle's legs, then placed her mouth over her female flower, all slick with nectar.

Her hands spread the blonde's lips apart and then her tongue extended and licked over the hard nub of her clit. Unrelenting, Karin's mouth sucked and licked at her clit while she stood banging clenched fists against the wall, groaning into the ceiling, helpless to stop her. An encouraging hand became entangled in her hair as Arielle began the heady spiral up towards the shattering orgasm she had silently yearned for since her maid first laid hands on her that evening..

With grinding hips, Arielle mashed herself up against her mouth, thrusting an almost painfully swollen clit against her eager tongue, taking care not to force her head down, her hand in her hair only to spur her hand. Arille gripped her breast with the other hand as Karin introduced a couple of her fingers to her depths, rubbing the inside walls of her pussy hole as she moved her fingers in and out, driving the trembling, flushed blonde further up the rising spiral to orgasm, moaning and begging, urgently needing to cum, Arielle's breath coming in small gasps as she begged to be released.

"Please, don't stop," she pleaded as she hit the top of the curve and her first orgasm tore through, but Karin continued to lick and suck me even though she must have known she'd cum. This was going to be one of those times when keeping it up would allow a second, even more powerful orgasm. Her fingers spread even wider inside, rubbing forcefully as her tongue became a hard point against the pulsing clit. She played it hard and fast, pushing at that nub and then she let it go down over the tip and back up to the top, once, twice, and then this time Arielle didn't even think about her. With both hands on her head the blonde rubbed herself unabashedly against her mouth, cumming hard with a cry to shake the heavens on her pretty pale face. Soft moans filled the room as Arielle continued grinding her hips against her, until she eventually calmed down, feeling the pulsations extend all the way from her toes to her head.

Arielle looked down to her licking lover, and the two shared a sly smile.

"Is it my turn now?" Karin asked, "I'm so wet."

"Say no more," Arielle touched a finger to her lover's lips, then slowly backed up kneeled down before Karin's spreading legs...

The End

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