Lady Sting Ch. 02

"Let's begin again. I want you to strike this cowbell with the blade of your axe -- without causing the bell to ring. If you can do it three times we will be done here."

At first, Regeneria was frustrated. Robeart held the bell in his left hand and parried her deftly with the axe in his right. She could not land a blow on the bell. So she picked up the speed of her attack and finally nicked the bell, which rang merrily.

She swore and attacked again, getting into a restrained rhythm. Their duel became less of a sprint and more of a marathon; she saw their blades as dance partners whirling around a ballroom floor.

The difference in attack tempo finally clicked in Regeneria's mind. She twisted her blade into a different grip and surged forth, tapping the bell three times in quick succession. It did not ring out, save the dull metallic raps of her axe blade.

Beaming at him in triumph, Regeneria walked over to where the leather scepter case lie in the grass next to the empty flask of tea. As she scooped up the case, Regeneria addressed him in a mock-serious tone. "Captain Robeart, I am exhausted from this toil. May we retire to your cottage to discuss tactics?"

Robeart opened the heavy oak door and ushered her into a large cabin made of heavy stone. Thin arched windows were latticed with iron and battened with oak shutters. The heavy furniture was utilitarian but carved with care and skill. Aside from a modest table and several sitting chairs by the fireplace, there was a work area in the corner with long tables and racks of weapons and equipment.

Yet it was the bed Regerneria was interested in. Its massive four posters were hewn trees. A goosedown duvet with large square baffles covered the expansive mattress. A suncatcher in the window caught the slant of the afternoon sun, casting spots of gold and red light over the bed. She held the scepter up to catch the light, sending her own amber dots to pool inside the red light on the duvet. The bejeweled wasp in the fob dazzled her with its light. She turned to offer the scepter to Robeart. The light spattered across her face and caught her spay of freckles on fire. "I believe we agreed on a training reward. I'd like to see what you can do with this francisca."

With that she climbed onto the bed on all fours and tossed her head to look back at him. Robeart moved towards her and untucked the riding shirt from her breeches. He caught the shirt with the blade and sliced it in half just as Regeneria had done to the assassin Basina. The shirt fell away cleanly from Regeneria's arched back. Robeart bent over her, placed the tip of his tongue firmly in the cleft of her ass, and licked slowly up her backbone. Regeneria shivered and goosebumps popped out along her flank.

Robeart walked around the bed, taking in the sight of a body honed by the outdoors. Pliant breasts swayed beneath her taut ribcage. Crinkled, reddish-brown nipples scribed orbits in the air as he tapped the flat of the axe gently on her backside. Robeart reached under Regeneria and gripped the cone of one breast in his fingertips, grinding the nub of her nipple against his palm while he massaged her tit flesh. He traded places and fondled her other nipple, rolling it between his fingers and tugging it downwards.

All the while he marveled at her fine form, particularly how well she had healed. For she had many scars from many wounds, but none were as ugly as they should be. Instead of detracting, the scars accentuated a delectable body rippling with menace and radiating energy. Robeart wanted to see more. He reversed the axe, caught her waistband, and then sawed gently through the fabric of her breeches. As the cloth fell away and her asscheeks peeked out, he kissed a trail down her body. Robeart took care sawing away around Regeneria's groin, cutting the breeches and panties away from her pussy, peppering her ass and lips with small kisses.

He startled Regeneria with two quick downward slashes of the blade, which caused the bunched up shreds of her panties to fall away down her thighs. Robeart took his time licking down her legs and back up into her wetted pussy, licking the pleasant tang away from her dark, coppery curls. A hint of brilliant pink flashed at him and he petted it with his fingertip.

When Robeart judged her ready, he came around to face her, casually fondling her asscheecks and breasts as he made his way forward. He grabbed the francisca under the blade and brought the leather grip and amber fob up to Regeneria's face. He tapped her lightly on the nose, looking into her eyes. She was alive with sensation, seeing him but seeing past him at the same time. Robeart gripped her chin firmly and rubbed the hilt around on her lips. He pulled her mouth open and pushed the fob inside, swirling it around to wet it with her tongue. He pushed the hilt in and out until it was slick and moved easily.

Robeart moved behind Regeneria and parted her pussy lips with the vee of his fingers. He rubbed the round fob of the axe handle around on her labia, swirling it like a cue tip being chalked. He pushed the axe inside her and watched the wasp disappear into her pussy. Robeart sawed the makeshift dildo inside and out, to and fro like the bow of a violin. He was playing her body and she was rapt.

Regeneria was turned on by this degradation of her family's most sacred token. The francisca had come with them down the steppes, forged hundreds of years ago by a master smith in western Asia. It had been held by generations of queens, revered by thousands upon thousands of her people. And now it was crammed rudely up her cunt, lubed by her own spit. Regeneria thought about her mother and her grandmother and their grandmothers and great-grandmothers all holding this axe and shoving it into her pussy, murmuring words of encouragement. She thought about those thousands upon thousands of people watching her breasts slap around wildly as she impaled herself again and again on their sacred scepter.

But it was Robeart watching as a red flush moved over Regeneria's collarbone. He now was barely fucking her with the francisca; she was rutting back and forth in his bed and grinding her pussy against the fob of the axe. The ball popped in and out with a wet sound. He could hear the slap of her breasts and her incoherent murmurings. And just like that, Regeneria was there, yelling her release and bucking even harder. Then she collapsed her arms and head down into the bed, leaving her pert ass thrust upward.

Robeart withdrew the axe and tossed it on the bed. He paused but a moment then replaced the francisca handle with his engorged cock. He dipped it into her hot flesh and rubbed around until the head popped in. Robeart grabbed Regeneria's pelvis by the hips and pushed his cock inside. He felt his balls slap against her damp bush and settle there. Then he started thrusting away, gliding her hips back and forth and sliding her pussy around his shaft. As he fucked her, Regeneria rested her chin on her arms. She stared in wonder at the jeweled wasp and had another orgasm.