Hearts of Malice Ch. 04

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Around the large table that filled the hidden meeting room, Sofia was still sitting on one of the chairs, using one of her hands as a makeshift fan under Zahira's watchful gaze. Anton was also still on his chair, lost in his thoughts with his eyes unfocused. Commander Wilhelm was already gone, his obligations having called him elsewhere.

Anton suddenly spun on his chair and faced Zahira. "It's a nice weapon you have here, Lady Zahira. May I see it?"

Zahira gave Sofia a glance, and the Princess simply nodded. Wordlessly, she drew her curved sword and carefully put it down on the table, the handle in front of Anton.

With childlike curiosity, Anton grabbed the sword and looked at it from all angles, his eyes narrowing as he gazed at the runes that covered the blade's surface. The magician then closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his hand tightly gripping the sword's handle.

After a minute, he reopened his eyes, a smile on his face. "Interesting. I can't seem to be able to trigger the enchantment that is weaved in the blade."

"How do you know?!" Zahira let out in a surprised gasp.

"Please." Anton chuckled. "If the arcane runes weren't obvious enough, this thing is practically pulsing with energy."

Anton gently threw the sword in the air and opened his palm under it, effortlessly making it levitate a few inches above the table. Then the sword slowly floated toward its owner.

Zahira plucked her weapon from the air and strapped it back to her hip. "This enchantment has been tailored for me. Only I can activate it."

"Interesting. You wouldn't be so kind as to explain to me what this enchantment does, would you?"

Zahira stayed stoically silent.

"That's what I thought. Thank you." Anton leaned against his chair and smiled.

With a sigh, Sofia rose to her feet and pushed the chair against the table. Zahira took a step forward and handed Sofia her coat. "Now that you two are done playing around, it is time for me to take my leave. Zahira, we will have time to discuss your payment later today."

"Princess Sofia, before you go, there's something I would like to discuss with you."

Sofia rolled her eyes and meanly glared at the magician. "Of course you had to wait all this time to speak up."

"Discuss with you alone." Anton clarified.

The Princess simply gestured to Anton to go on.

"Very well." Anton gave a glance to Zahira, but then his eyes returned to Sofia. "I would advise against trusting Commander Wilhelm too much. He is neither an intelligent nor a loyal man."

Sofia closed her eyes and let out a short burst of laughter. When her laugh died down, she opened her eyes and smiled. "Don't worry, I don't trust him more than I need to. But I appreciate the advice, thank you."

Anton slowly nodded, then he stood up, ready to leave.

"But what about you, Anton?" Sofia asked candidly. "We both know you're smart, but are you loyal?" Behind the Princess, Zahira's hand almost imperceptibly tightened around her weapon.

Anton's eyes met Sofia's and the taciturn magician held her gaze for a minute, then half a smile creeped on his face. "I am. But are you sure you're asking the right question?"

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Sofia was sitting in front of a large, ornate desk. On the opposite side, a woman was casually sitting with her long, leather-clad legs crossed and her feet up on the desk. Her black hair was tied in a ponytail and she wore a low-cut top that exposed her shoulders. On her left shoulder blade she bore a large tattoo of a spider with a touch of red ink.

Sofia only knew the woman as Rufia. She was the Princess' contact inside the Golden Scales and was apparently a relatively high-ranking member of the shadowy trading company.

Rufia produced a small bag from somewhere in her desk, and gently pushed it toward the Princess. In turn, Sofia picked the heavy pouch from her belt and delicately put it down on the desk.

Both women grabbed the other's bag and opened it. The small pouch now in Sofia's hands was full of exotic dried leaves. The Princess nodded, satisfied by the trade.

Rufia was holding Sofia's pouch, which was full of gold coins, in her hands as she weighed it up. After a while, she smiled and nonchalantly threw the pouch on her desk, a few coins exiting the bag and rolling on the desk.

"The Scales thank you for your generous patronage." The spider-tattooed woman declared in an ostensibly fawning tone.

Sofia pushed a lock of blonde hair back behind her ear then neatly folded her hands on her lap. Her blue eyes were focused on the Rufia's face. The concealed Princess cleared her throat politely.

"There is... another matter I wished to bring up with you."

The leather-wearing woman tilted her head and her purple eyes narrowed, her smile never fading. "I'm all ears."

"You see, I have a problem, and I've tried dealing with it myself, but it's surprisingly difficult." Sofia explained. "I could use your help."

"The Scales are always more than happy to provide their help to Kaedon's Royalty. What kind of problem?"

"One that breathes and walks on two legs."

Rufia's attitude swiftly changed. Moving her legs away from the desk, she properly sat on her chair and frowned. "There must be a misunderstanding, Princess. We are entrepreneurs, not hitmen."

"Oh, come on!" Sofia got worked up. "Don't give me this crap! Half of the thugs and sellswords in this country work for you. "

"Then I suggest buying the service of someone from the other half, Princess." Rufia got up mid sentence. She towered above Sofia as she continued. "I even believe that you already have someone loyally working for you."

Furious, Sofia got up in turn and slammed her palms against the desk. The Princess still had to raise her head to look Rufia in the eyes. "I'll remember this, Rufia. Do you really want to make an enemy out of me?"

"I'm sorry you're taking it this way. We would be glad to continue our usual business, but the Scales won't get involved in whatever you are planning."

Sofia snickered before shaking her head and stomping out of the room.

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"Can you believe it?! She had the audacity to refuse!" Sofia fumed as she walked down the quiet, shady street. Zahira was a few mere steps behind her. "That stupid cocky bitch will pay for that, I'll make sure of it."

"She is doing what she believes is best for her business." Zahira answered calmly.

The Princess huffed. "Whose side are you on?"

"All I'm saying is that you can't expect to control everything. The Golden Scales have their own agenda. Besides, you just have to say the word, and I'll do it myself."

"No. I need someone expendable. But don't worry, I always get what I want, and this time won't be an exception."

Upon reaching a crossroad, the Princess turned left, heading deeper in the city rather than heading toward the Castle.

"Aren't you heading back home?" Sofia's bodyguard asked, seemingly surprised by the Princess' course.

"I thought you wanted to talk about your payment? I have some time before having to return to the castle."

"Oh." Was everything that left Zahira's mouth.

"I know the way now, there's no need for you to lead."

The two women walked in silence for a few minutes, going through streets full of food stalls and decrepit slums. Hidden under her cloak, Sofia was unrecognizable, but she still wandered around with a tall, scary-looking woman glued behind her. Heads turned as they passed, but Sofia cared not. She was nothing more than a ghost, a shadow that the common folks would have forgotten minutes later.

Suddenly, Sofia felt herself being strongly pushed. She stumbled forward and fell face first on the uneven ground. As she laid on the ground with the taste of dust filling her mouth, she heard a commotion behind her. Coughing and spitting, she jumped to her feet and spun around to see what was happening.

A middle-aged muscular man was on his knees, his right arm firmly held backward by Zahira in a position that couldn't be comfortable. Sofia's foreign bodyguard had her weapon pressed against his throat. Almost hidden under thick, bushy eyebrows, the man's eyes were silently pleading, but while he appeared harmless and helpless, restrained as he was, a short sword was strapped to his hip.

"My apologies, I was the one that shoved you." Zahira explained calmly. "I required some space to deal with this gentleman safely. He was following us."

Sofia dusted her clothes and checked her surroundings. If there had been any bystanders earlier, they had the intelligence to slip back inside the dilapidated buildings or deeper in the maze of alleys. The Princess took a step forward, eyeing the man.

"Why do you feel familiar? Do I know you?" Sofia wondered out loud.

"I--"

"No, don't say anything. I remember now! You are a mercenary working for the Scales. That's where I've seen you!"

"Merely an independent contractor. I'm happy to lend my services to whomever needs them."

"As long as they have deep pockets, I presume." Sofia chuckled. "Why were you following us?"

"Mayhap you could ask your bodyguard to let me go? It's not that I don't like to chat with a blade under my throat, but the ground is rough on my old knees."

Sofia crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. Zahira pushed her blade ever so slightly harder against the man's vulnerable flesh and he groaned in pain.

"Okay, okay! I've heard that you had a problem you wanted to get rid of, and that happens to be right in my skill set."

Sofia indulged in a satisfied smirk. She always managed to get what she desired, but it wasn't always as easy.

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As soon as Sofia stepped foot inside Zahira's small but well kept house, she sighed in satisfaction from the very appreciable coolness of the building. She took a step in the hall and behind her she heard Zahira slam the door shut. Less than a second later, the Princess was mercilessly shoved against the wall.

"Owww!" Sofia grunted in pain. "Do you really need to be that rough?" She whined, craning her neck trying to look at her bodyguard.

"No. But why shouldn't I be?" Zahira whispered in Sofia's ear as she kept the smaller woman's body pressed against the wall.

Zahira's free hand began to roam on Sofia's body, caressing every inch of the Princess' covered skin while she roughly nibbled on Sofia's earlobe. Then Zahira's hand managed to sneak under Sofia's cloak and top. The Princess gasped as she felt her bodyguard's hand maul her budding breasts.

"At l-least give me time to... to... undress! I need my clothes to stay intact!"

"Don't worry Princess, you know that I'm quite... skilled... with my hands. Now stay still."

Sofia froze, holding her breath as Zahira made quick work of the Princess' clothes. Sofia's cloak fell to the ground, quickly followed by her belt. When Zahira tugged on Sofia's pants, the Princess breathed deeply. Soon enough, Sofia's slender legs were bared to her bodyguard's hungry gaze.

The Princess held back a moan as Zahira groped and kneaded her butt to her heart's desire. Sofia could feel her pussy moistening, her love juices dampening the blue fabric of her underwear. When Zahira slapped her asscheek without warning, Sofia yelped in surprise. As suddenly as the assault started, it stopped, Zahira's hands abandoning the Princess' ass.

"Drop your panties and kneel before me." Zahira ordered, her accent becoming more and more prominent as she descended deeper and deeper into a lustful frenzy.

Sofia grumbled and dragged it out pro forma, but when she finally slid her underwear down her legs, it was drenched. With a kick, the Princess got rid of her pants and panties that were fettering her ankles, then she got down on her knees.

Zahira had disrobed as well, the long flowing garb hiding her body discarded. Sofia couldn't help but stare at her bodyguard's body. She gazed upon Zahira's round tits and her dark, pointy nipples, her well-defined abs, narrow waist, wide hips and muscular limbs.

But the part of Zahira's anatomy that literally stood out was her massive and fully erect cock. Sofia's eyes were glued to the thick appendage and the two heavy balls that dangled below. Precum was already beading out of its tip.

Zahira took a step forward and grabbed Sofia's head with one hand. With the other, she rubbed her cock on the Princess' mouth, smearing her precum on Sofia's closed lips.

"Why don't you open that bratty mouth of yours, Princess?"

Knowing full well where this intercourse was heading from her months long experience with her bodyguard, Sofia took a deep breath through her nose, then opened her mouth as wide as could. Unsurprisingly, as soon as her lips parted, Zahira pushed her cock forward.

Sofia gagged as Zahira's cock disappeared inside her mouth and slid down her throat, the Princess' eyes watering from the sudden intrusion. Zahira stopped pushing only when the Princess' nose rested against her trimmed, dark pubic hair, the whole length of her cock hidden inside the Princess' gullet.

The Princess' throat was uncomfortably stretched around Zahira's girth. Sofia was struggling to breath and keep her gag reflex in check, but from the way her bodyguard groaned and squirmed, the depths of Sofia's mouth had to be quite pleasurable. If her mouth hadn't been forced open in a wide O shape, the Princess would have smirked.

But Zahira didn't let the experienced Princess settle. Instead, she slid one of her hands between the wall and the back of Sofia's head while the other firmly grabbed the Princess' flowing hair. Then, the foreigner slowly withdrew her cock from Sofia's coiling throat, moaning wantonly as her glistening shaft emerged from the Princess' mouth.

When only her tip remained inside, Zahira brutally pushed her hips forward again, forcing her way back inside Sofia's throat. Sofia let out a gargled whine as her whole body recoiled from Zahira's strength, her bodyguard's hand the only thing that stopped her head from slamming against the wall.

Sofia had a decent amount of experience with dicks deep in her throat, so when Zahira began to ravenously pistoning her cock in and out of the Princess' mouth, Sofia didn't panic. Instead, she focused on breathing during the rare occasion where her airways weren't completely blocked by Zahira's large cock.

Suddenly, Sofia felt something teasingly brush against her wet cunt. She glanced downward then upward, noticing that while Zahira was completely engrossed in her thrusting, her eyes closed and her mouth wide open in a breathless gasp of delight, she was also teasing the Princess' yawning entrance with her foot and her toes.

After a few minutes, Zahira focused on pushing her cock as deep as it possibly could instead of plundering Sofia's mouth at breakneck speed. From the way Zahira's pants had grown louder and more frantic, the Princess knew what to expect and she braced herself for an imminent oral creampie.

And sure enough, Zahira's thrusting slowed down to a crawl until the first spurt of cum erupted out of her cock and flew straight down Sofia's stomach. Zahira pulled her cock out of Sofia's throat, letting only its tip rest on the Princess' tongue as a torrent of cum poured out of it, quickly filling the Princess' mouth and puffing her cheeks.

With no other choice, Sofia swallowed mouthful after mouthful of cum while Zahira vocally expressed her satisfaction by mumbling indistinctly in her native language. When Zahira finally withdrew her dick from the Princess' mouth, Sofia hurriedly spat the remnant of her bodyguard's load, coughing slightly.

"I hate the taste of cum." Sofia explained when she noticed Zahira's disapproving look.

Zahira didn't answer. Instead she grabbed Sofia by the waist and carried the yelping Princess on her shoulder as she headed toward her bedroom. Zahira nonchalantly put the Princess down face first on the bed, then she left the room for a minute, returning with a flask of some sort.

Craning her neck, Sofia caught a glimpse of Zahira's still rock hard cock as the bodyguard climbed on the bed behind the Princess.

"Remember--"

"Yes, I know." Zahira sighed. "Your intact maidenhood holds political values, blah blah blah... That just means I'll have to use this hole instead."

Sofia gritted her teeth in pain as she felt one of Zahira's fingers push against the tight entrance of her asshole. The Princess heard the characteristic pop of a bottle being opened, then a large amount of a cool fluid was smeared on her puckered hole. The scented oil helped the Princess' relax, and when Zahira's finger returned, it almost effortlessly penetrated inside Sofia's asshole.

A second finger joined the first inside the Princess' well lubricated hole, then a third. Sofia could feel Zahira's wiggling finger stretching her entrance for something much, much bigger. When Zahira's fingers withdrew, the Princess couldn't help but glance backward in anticipation. She saw Zahira pouring a generous amount of oil on her already saliva-drenched cock, then Sofia closed her eyes and let her head rest on the mattress.

Zahira's tip felt like a battering ram against Sofia's ass, but it managed to enter Sofia's tight hole easily. Steadily, Zahira pushed the whole length of her cock inside the gasping Princess. After a minute, she began to fuck Sofia's hole properly, settling on a slow rythm that let the Princess' get used to the massive shaft in her ass.

"You know, I was really confused by the offer you made me at first." Zahira said without missing a beat. "It felt way too good to be true. Instead of getting paid, I would get the opportunity to fuck you and even demean you? It was so crazy that I had to see where that was going to lead."

Zahira's hips were speeding up as she talked, the lewd noise of bare flesh hitting bare flesh filling the room. Sofia kept her teeth gritted as she fought against the lustful moans that threatened to spill out of her mouth

"And sure enough, you've let me fuck you, use you like a bottom bitch. I thought that maybe you were so determined to get your own way that you were willing to use everything at your disposal, even your very own body. Maybe you thought that I would be more willing to protect you from the chaos that swirls around you if I had the prospect of ruining your tight little ass to look for."

Zahira was now fucking Sofia's backdoor unbridledly. Every muscle of her toned body was acting in unison to drill her cock deeper and faster in her willing fuckdoll. With a grunt and a particularly hard thrust, Zahira hilted herself inside the Princess' ass, then leaned forward, letting her body weigh on the puny woman under her.

"But now I know the truth, Princess." Zahira whispered as she played with Sofia's hair. "If you show the slightest amount of weakness, both your enemies and allies will crush you. And this burden is heavy on your shoulders. It's hard to always be strong and to always appear in control."

Straightening, Zahira roughly pulled the Princess' hair as she resumed to brutally pound Sofia's hole.

"The truth is that you are not letting me use you, you are using me. Here, with me, you don't have to be in control, you don't have to be anything except a submissive whore. This is how you cope with the pressure and danger."

Sofia was a shivering mess, her orgasm threatening to explode out of her at the slightest additional stimulation. The Princess barely listened to her bodyguard's monologue as she already knew that Zahira had easily seen through her pretenses. It wasn't exactly a deep and complex ploy. Sofia had simply offered Zahira a deal that was immensely profitable to both women.

When Zahira slapped Sofia's buttcheek with the back of her hand, the Princess screamed, not in pain but in orgasmic rapture as she was pushed over the edge. Sofia squirted, drenching Zahira's bed with her juices, her empty pussy craving to be filled.