"Mandrashard," Part 2

[zesty_pinto]

“Mandrashard, you say…?”
Eyes melted into the topaz glaze as she stared back with a cooing look through her rich pouting expression, the singing fire idly burning with a sensation that incited an easier gaze into her dark eyes. Eyes of the men watched her with lustful awe while the fewer women looked at her with an insight of reviled disgust at the attention stolen by her. Her fingers firmly held the bow, three fingers wrapped around the stick as her index and thumb caressed the bow end. Those that watched looked had harbored images in their mind of it being their sex it was that she held.
“The Hunted Hind,” was the name of the tavern that she sat in; a small tavern in the city of Lenan within the largest territory of Sattre. The common room, where several tables lay around the stage she sat upon with crossed legs. On a day such as these; one where it seemed as normal as it always was, it was always a well-frequented tavern that seemed littered with locals and travelers and the occasional soldier or two within the area. It had been only two days that she spent here, and despite the consistent audience that seemed to enjoy her presence here, the coin she was making was just not enough. Her eyes turned to the men looking at her with lustful eyes, and her mouth attempted to stifle a soft sigh of regret. Sattre was a land of wealth but it was not showing; just the usual lustful men without the coin to take advantage of it. That is, except for the fellow that was coming by more frequently.
He said his name was Jalk; a very name that hinted he was from Estran. By the heavy iron armor he wore that looked well-used, she could readily surmise that he was an adventurer, perhaps a little more well to do than others. She gave him a light smirk that naturally looked like she was amused by him. The man came the night before asking her if she would be his “traveling companion” to find this Mandrashard, with five royals palmed to her slowly as he muttered sexual desires to her. She kept the money.
"Hmmm..." Her purring slid with the run of the bow against the violin’s strings, making a synchronous lilting moan as they gyrated together "A sword, was it?" A voice as thick as honey and as smooth as she said it, though only softly, so as not to get in the way of her music. She turned her eyes from the audience to the man closest to her, a large man of muscle and sinew with a face that grimaced a smile. In her eyes, he knew it was not the music that pleased him, and she chuckled softly in her throat, never ruining the run of her music "I do not understand you men..." Her eyes turned downward, to the bulge between the man's legs "...you men, and your desire for 'magic weapons' that increase your power. I would think that it would be a woman that would want that from someone they didn't think was any good..." She turned back up to see the man, her expression clearly a smile that hinted with a smug poutiness in it. He began to grin messily and she knew the others began to look with an envy to them. Her hand continued to slide the dark wood of her bow against the strings of the instrument, continuing its luscious song through the room. She winked at the man before returning to gaze unto the instrument and hum deeply with the violin’s own song. This Jalk would visit again, she knew… and she stifled her smile with the play of her violin.

Her room was one of the largest in the tavern. It took many favors to get this; thankfully no more than necessary and no more owed from the man that owned this tavern: she reminded him of his two daughters just to make sure he did not attempt to make another nightly visit. The other rooms were not much more than a straw cot and some standing room, maybe a nightstand with a bowl of washing water and a few rusty iron hooks to hang clothes. The room she had was a cot of down, a clean brown blanket (there were more colorful ones, but this one was the warmest and most well-kept), a small armoire that preserved some of her nicer outfits and enough open room to allow her to lie back spread without conflicting against an object. In an unobstructed wall was her leather pack, well-kept and tanned with inlaid patterns of curves along the edges. Several candles lit the room giving it a fair glowing light. Alongside it, a handle and crossguard of gold gilding the bronzed frame and its leather handle, with its point and edge muted with a leather scabbard only as thick as a rod and mute in appearance in comparison to its scabbard. The armoire held her ivory handle longbow.
She came in, closed the door behind her and shifted a tiny metal bar down against the reinforcements that kept the door from being intruded upon and sighed at the comfort of security. She loved the attention, of course, but the men were starting to stare at her more as of late, and the eyes were feeling heavier than usual. Perhaps I worked too hard on those men… her shoulders shrugged to herself and she walked idly to her bed, placing the violin and the equally beautiful bow against the end of her bed. Her hands reached for her hips and undid the girdle that held her shirt and pants together, unbuckling the large suspender, making the pants almost slide off of her legs. A loud rapping came against her door and she immediately returned the girdle back into its tight position against her body. She took a light motion for the door.
“Yes?”
“It’s me,” she heard Jalk’s name penetrate the wooden door which she replied with by unbuckling the small metal bar idly. She pulled the handle of the door again to see the man without his armor on, revealing his large muscles through his sweat-stained clothes and his even more mussed up dark hair from what could have only been from removing such heavy armor. She pulled the door back a little more and let him in with the waft of his sweat.
“Come in…” He was already walking in as she said it. She gave a sidewards smirk. He grinned back at him and she could tell that he took it as a welcoming sign. “Here to discuss… ‘business?”
He nodded, smiling again “I brought some more to help you understand how much I could use your skills…”
“Yes, Mandrashard” Her head turned, spinning some of her raven strands with a delicious flourish “-I remember.”
He walked to the bed and sat on her bed, legs spread as he propped himself on her down bed “Nice bed,” he commented with a smile “-were you able to find anything?”
She nodded “Yes… yes I have.” Her legs began to strut forward sinuously towards him “I also found something else out,” her lips took a pouting appearance as she kneeled “Would you care to know what it is?” She gave a quiet wink with her left eye towards him. His mouth took an uneasy grin, a welcoming grin.
“Tell me what it is,” he said not in a way like a demand, but in an expecting curiosity.
She turned to the room, walked to the sides and blew out each candle with a succinct puff of breath, filling the room with fading wisps of smoke. Soon all the room was filled with was shadows. She knew where her bed was, where he was, and she reached her hands to his shoulder, and she felt an unconscious reflex of his skin at her touch. Her hands felt his warm skin and breathed in deeply of his waxy skin and she felt him sigh as her nails ran against his hard skin, felt some of his battle scars that were now nothing more than monuments to his previous fights. Her neck reached close and the skin of her naked flesh made contact with his own. She knew he could smell the lavender in her hair as her lips breathed into his ear.
“I know many things…” she whispered into him. His arms began to reach for her bosom. The darkness hid her smile as her hands played against his back “Do you know that…?”
“Mmmm,” he muttered back, agreeing as he felt her sex, began to reach into her with his member, began to shudder into her.
“I know your name isn’t Jalk…” He pulled up, in surprise, groaning back.

It was some time before she decided to light the candle on her nightstand. As the light brought back her sight, she held the brown blanket over her body carefully as it cradled over her in a makeshift gown. The man she knew wasn’t Jalk lay sprawled lazily along the bed, peaceful in his position, the tiny blade“Mandrashard, you say…?”
Eyes melted into the topaz glaze as she stared back with a cooing look through her rich pouting expression, the singing fire idly burning with a sensation that incited an easier gaze into her dark eyes. Eyes of the men watched her with lustful awe while the fewer women looked at her with an insight of reviled disgust at the attention stolen by her. Her fingers firmly held the bow, three fingers wrapped around the stick as her index and thumb caressed the bow end. Those that watched looked had harbored images in their mind of it being their sex it was that she held.
“The Hunted Hind,” was the name of the tavern that she sat in; a small tavern in the city of Lenan within the largest territory of Sattre. The common room, where several tables lay around the stage she sat upon with crossed legs. On a day such as these; one where it seemed as normal as it always was, it was always a well-frequented tavern that seemed littered with locals and travelers and the occasional soldier or two within the area. It had been only two days that she spent here, and despite the consistent audience that seemed to enjoy her presence here, the coin she was making was just not enough. Her eyes turned to the men looking at her with lustful eyes, and her mouth attempted to stifle a soft sigh of regret. Sattre was a land of wealth but it was not showing; just the usual lustful men without the coin to take advantage of it. That is, except for the fellow that was coming by more frequently.
He said his name was Jalk; a very name that hinted he was from Estran. By the heavy iron armor he wore that looked well-used, she could readily surmise that he was an adventurer, perhaps a little more well to do than others. She gave him a light smirk that naturally looked like she was amused by him. The man came the night before asking her if she would be his “traveling companion” to find this Mandrashard, with five royals palmed to her slowly as he muttered sexual desires to her. She kept the money.
"Hmmm..." Her purring slid with the run of the bow against the violin’s strings, making a synchronous lilting moan as they gyrated together "A sword, was it?" A voice as thick as honey and as smooth as she said it, though only softly, so as not to get in the way of her music. She turned her eyes from the audience to the man closest to her, a large man of muscle and sinew with a face that grimaced a smile. In her eyes, he knew it was not the music that pleased him, and she chuckled softly in her throat, never ruining the run of her music "I do not understand you men..." Her eyes turned downward, to the bulge between the man's legs "...you men, and your desire for 'magic weapons' that increase your power. I would think that it would be a woman that would want that from someone they didn't think was any good..." She turned back up to see the man, her expression clearly a smile that hinted with a smug poutiness in it. He began to grin messily and she knew the others began to look with an envy to them. Her hand continued to slide the dark wood of her bow against the strings of the instrument, continuing its luscious song through the room. She winked at the man before returning to gaze unto the instrument and hum deeply with the violin’s own song. This Jalk would visit again, she knew… and she stifled her smile with the play of her violin.

Her room was one of the largest in the tavern. It took many favors to get this; thankfully no more than necessary and no more owed from the man that owned this tavern: she reminded him of his two daughters just to make sure he did not attempt to make another nightly visit. The other rooms were not much more than a straw cot and some standing room, maybe a nightstand with a bowl of washing water and a few rusty iron hooks to hang clothes. The room she had was a cot of down, a clean brown blanket (there were more colorful ones, but this one was the warmest and most well-kept), a small armoire that preserved some of her nicer outfits and enough open room to allow her to lie back spread without conflicting against an object. In an unobstructed wall was her leather pack, well-kept and tanned with inlaid patterns of curves along the edges. Several candles lit the room giving it a fair glowing light. Alongside it, a handle and crossguard of gold gilding the bronzed frame and its leather handle, with its point and edge muted with a leather scabbard only as thick as a rod and mute in appearance in comparison to its scabbard. The armoire held her ivory handle longbow.
She came in, closed the door behind her and shifted a tiny metal bar down against the reinforcements that kept the door from being intruded upon and sighed at the comfort of security. She loved the attention, of course, but the men were starting to stare at her more as of late, and the eyes were feeling heavier than usual. Perhaps I worked too hard on those men… her shoulders shrugged to herself and she walked idly to her bed, placing the violin and the equally beautiful bow against the end of her bed. Her hands reached for her hips and undid the girdle that held her shirt and pants together, unbuckling the large suspender, making the pants almost slide off of her legs. A loud rapping came against her door and she immediately returned the girdle back into its tight position against her body. She took a light motion for the door.
“Yes?”
“It’s me,” she heard Jalk’s name penetrate the wooden door which she replied with by unbuckling the small metal bar idly. She pulled the handle of the door again to see the man without his armor on, revealing his large muscles through his sweat-stained clothes and his even more mussed up dark hair from what could have only been from removing such heavy armor. She pulled the door back a little more and let him in with the waft of his sweat.
“Come in…” He was already walking in as she said it. She gave a sidewards smirk. He grinned back at him and she could tell that he took it as a welcoming sign. “Here to discuss… ‘business?”
He nodded, smiling again “I brought some more to help you understand how much I could use your skills…”
“Yes, Mandrashard” Her head turned, spinning some of her raven strands with a delicious flourish “-I remember.”
He walked to the bed and sat on her bed, legs spread as he propped himself on her down bed “Nice bed,” he commented with a smile “-were you able to find anything?”
She nodded “Yes… yes I have.” Her legs began to strut forward sinuously towards him “I also found something else out,” her lips took a pouting appearance as she kneeled “Would you care to know what it is?” She gave a quiet wink with her left eye towards him. His mouth took an uneasy grin, a welcoming grin.
“Tell me what it is,” he said not in a way like a demand, but in an expecting curiosity.
She turned to the room, walked to the sides and blew out each candle with a succinct puff of breath, filling the room with fading wisps of smoke. Soon all the room was filled with was shadows. She knew where her bed was, where he was, and she reached her hands to his shoulder, and she felt an unconscious reflex of his skin at her touch. Her hands felt his warm skin and breathed in deeply of his waxy skin and she felt him sigh as her nails ran against his hard skin, felt some of his battle scars that were now nothing more than monuments to his previous fights. Her neck reached close and the skin of her naked flesh made contact with his own. She knew he could smell the lavender in her hair as her lips breathed into his ear.
“I know many things…” she whispered into him. His arms began to reach for her bosom. The darkness hid her smile as her hands played against his back “Do you know that…?”
“Mmmm,” he muttered back, agreeing as he felt her sex, began to reach into her with his member, began to shudder into her.
“I know your name isn’t Jalk…” He pulled up, in surprise, groaning back.

It was some time before she decided to light the candle on her nightstand. As the light brought back her sight, she held the brown blanket over her body carefully as it cradled over her in a makeshift gown. The man she knew wasn’t Jalk lay sprawled lazily along the bed, peaceful in his position, the tiny blade that she twisted into his neck still held back the blood of his arteries from spreading everywhere.
“Consider it a last request,” she said with a smile to the corpse “Mandrashard was not something for a man with so much money on his head. Besides, for such a large man,” her eyes turned to his cock and smirked again “you certainly did not know how to use it.”