A Fantasy Picaresque Ch. 04

"Baby, your name is Rose."

She smiled sweetly.

"You're right, darling. Do you need me to suck your cock again, dear?"

Though the offer was tempting, I'd just come twice, and, besides, I wanted to learn more from her.

"No thanks, dear," I said. "Why don't you tell me a little about yourself? Why do you think those bandits might have wanted to snatch you up?"

She blushed.

"Oh, there's nothing special about me. I'm just a simple girl—well, I guess there's one thing special."

"What's that?"

She smiled, skipped over, and kissed me on the lips. I tried to ignore where those lips had just been.

"Why I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have a wonderful man like you," she said.

I recall something happening, a social faux pas that would later get me into trouble during negotiations over the fate of Admiral Trentino's Lavender Sea Fleet: my stomach growled fiercely. Rose hopped up immediately.

"You're hungry," she said. "Let me get something for you."

"Something" it turned out was a rather elaborate feast: rabbit stew, braised leeks, and a caramelized mushrooms and onion spread for my crusty bread. It was quite possibly the best meal I'd ever eaten at that point, and, spell or no spell, I was in love with Rose in my own way. Moreover, it took her nearly two hours to cook, and not once did she revert to murderous fury at me. I was beginning to think her sudden transformation was going to last longer than she'd let on.

Over time, I could slowly feel my muscles beginning to work again. After dinner, which Rose gladly spooned into my mouth, I managed to crawl over to the bed. Naturally, the most unsettling aspect of this scene of magically-inspired domestic bliss were the two bloodstained corpses in the center of the hut. I hadn't the heart to order my slavishly-devoted thrall to dispose of them herself, and it wasn't until, as she'd foretold, several hours later that I could again hold my own weight up.

With Rose periodically offering to massage my sore muscles after work, I set about digging two graves and burying the poor devils. I truly was spent when the somber work was done and gratefully accepted the massage Rose proffered. The look in her eye whenever she saw me was one of utter devotion and love, and I decided for the night that we would sleep in the hut together. Naturally, she pleaded for me to make love to her once more; though I did feel a pang of guilt, her entreaties were not in vain.

I found myself, as I looked into her emerald eyes from above her, enchanted, not only with her beauty, but also with the feeling of being loved, truly, unconditionally loved. It went beyond the physical. Do not mistake me, dear reader, for a spiritual man—I fucked her long and hard, and it felt so good. But to know, even if by some strange enchantment, to know without question that she loved me more than life itself, was an intoxicating feeling.

As I fell asleep that night, I began to gather why a young woman like my Rose might be of great value to bandits, and I swore that tomorrow, we would set out together from this place and seek safe harbor, wherever we could find it.

"Rose, honey, can you remember why you had to stay a virgin?"

She looked at me searchingly.

"Did you want me to learn how to please you better first?"

"No, sweetie," I said, realizing that a sex-crazy, utterly submissive wife-slave might not be the best source of information. "You told me...earlier that you were supposed to stay a virgin until...something."

She scrunched up her cute little face, like she always did when thinking grew difficult.

"It would really make me happy if you could remember..."

Her face lit up with pride.

"It's a family thing. Women in my line are bred to make perfect concubines. I was intended for Count Markov, to pay a debt my grandfather owed."

My opinion of the old bastard changed dramatically, needless to say.

"Why...what happens when you lose your virginity?"

She smiled and kissed me.

"It's called 'making love,' sweetie. That's how the love is made."

One ride on my stiff prick and I'd turned a fierce young girl into a docile, cheerful little sex slave. It would almost cost me my life.