The Duchess and the Dickgirl Ch. 03

Holy crap! These characters are running away from me, and writing this story is just me desperately trying to catch up. Also, thanks for the kind comments I've received so far.

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As I awoke, I heard the sounds of clothes ruffling. I tried to get up but was immediately struck in the face by sunlight.

"Oh gods! That's unpleasant!" I let out a groan and tried to shield my face with a hand.

"What? Don't like the view?" I heard Fehran's voice to my left and turned to face it. From this angle, the sun wasn't directly in my eyes and they were able to adjust quickly. She was half naked, having just slipped into a new skirt. Her breasts were perky and facing back at me as she leaned forward with a smirk. Now, illuminated by the rising sun I would have believed I was dead, and she was the angel come to take me away.

"This one I could look at all day." I glanced back in the direction of the open window. "That big red bastard on the other hand can fuck off." I gestured rudely at the sun and Fehran chuckled. "Not exactly a great showing on my part eh? Waking up after you."

"Hmm, well you're not too far behind. We did also have quite the night yesterday so it's understandable." My mind flashed back as she spoke. The memories of her body on top of mine, how it felt to be inside her, our first orgasms together. I shook myself back as I felt my cock stirring.

"Not for a Praetorian it's not."

"Oh please. I'm not some slave driver who expects perfection at all times." She stepped towards me while doing up a more simple corset style top than yesterdays. "If I did," I held my breath as she leaned down and took me in her hand. "Last night would have ended very differently."

"Fair enough. Still, I was able to gain the positions I did by never letting myself slip. I'd rather not start now."

"Loosen up, you're human, you'll make mistakes, there's nothing wrong with that. Especially if you're able to find solutions." It was comforting to be able to talk with her like this. For a second I wondered if the stereotype of nobles being haughty and uptight was wrong, and more of them were capable of being genuine like Fehran. "Congratulations are in order for that as well I think. You fixed a mistake and made my hips quake all at the same time." I looked back up to see her miming cunnilingus at me which, combined with her rhyme got a laugh out of me.

"Hopefully it was effective, and hopefully I don't have to do that again."

"You seemed fairly content down there. Is there something wrong with how I taste?"

"Oh hell no. You can sit on my face anytime you want Duchess, I'd just rather not be trying to get my own cum out of you in the process."

"Granted. How was that by the way."

"I've had worse in my mouth. I think if I hadn't had your liquid arousal to wash it down, I would have had a tougher time." She made a mock face of disgust at my choice of words and we laughed some more. In those minutes I let my mind wander. When I'd heard I was in the running to become Praetorian, I started preparing for a rigorous and stressful job. Constantly keeping a watchful eye over my ward's shoulder, never being able to rest for fear of an attempted kidnapping or assassination. Here I was though, freshly fucked, well rested, and conversing with a Duchess as if the class divide didn't exist.

"Alright, we need to be leaving soon. Which means you need to sneak back your room, get dressed, and then come get me."

"Very well.." I quickly dressed myself in the clothes from the day before. They were simple and really only meant to be a buffer between me and my armour. I figured I could pass as a servant since practically no one in the manor knew me yet.

I waited until I didn't hear any footsteps near the door before slipping out quickly. If I ever saw someone else I kept my head down. I never avoided eye contact, but also didn't try to meet anyone's gaze either. I tried to maintain a look of anxiety as though I needed to get something done in a hurry or risk losing my job. I'd seen it more than once back in the castle and it seemed to help me here.

I managed to get to my new room without issue or question. Once inside, I stripped quickly and found another set of clothes that looked almost identical. At this point, muscle memory took over as I dressed myself. There was only a brief pause as I saw myself in a mirror and my eyes lingered on the reflection of my branded shoulder. The wound was still tender but already seemed to be healing well. Part of me wanted to undo the bandages and inspect it, the rest of me knew there was no time.

Clasping and clicking into the various pieces of armour brought a kind of relief. I'd spent so long in training and on patrols wearing it, that its weight was familiar. The lightness I experienced without it was fun for sure, but now I felt safe, I felt right. Lastly, I put my sword and its sheath on my left hip and I was ready.

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Fehran was waiting for me in her room and greeted me as a noble should. We both smirked for a second, before returning to our guise of only knowing one another as Duchess and Praetorian. I escorted her out of the manor and to the courtyard out front. There was a carriage waiting for us and her parents saw us away. Duke Aco was clearly excited, a stark contrast to the women in his life. His wife seemed to be someone who rarely made a fuss over anything, good or bad. Fehran appeared opposed to whatever was happening specifically. Her responses to his questions were short, and she barely reciprocated his hug as the driver called that it was time to head out.

I managed to learn from the driver that we were on our way to Heprea. I knew it was a small town. The only people who live there work in the nearby mine and quarry. As Fehran and I climbed into the carriage, I made sure to sit in the middle of the rear bench so I could see out both of the windows.

"Forgive me for prying Duchess, but it seemed you aren't exactly excited for this little trip." I had no problem with sitting in silence, but my curiosity bested me. I couldn't piece together why she was being sent out to what could be called the middle of no where.

"I told you, use my name." She turned to look and address me from gazing out a window herself. "And for gods' sake relax! There's nothing and no one between here and Heprea. I'm as safe as I am bored." I'd been regularly checking each window to ensure we weren't being attacked. I wasn't trying to mask my behaviour, but I guess it was less than subtle.

"I've been training to think and act like this for years. It's not exactly something I can just stop doing."

"You could come sit by me, you can't see the road ahead from this angle."

"No, but from there I could see behind us. I could ensure we aren't being followed."

"Oh for-" Fehran rubbed at one of her eyes for a moment before groaning at my response. "How about we make another deal?" That got me to cock an eyebrow. "You come sit over here and kick your feet up, and I'll let you in on why I want this to be over as soon as possible.

I sat still, contemplating the offer for maybe a little too long. Considering the last deal we'd made, I didn't trust Fehran to not get handsy once I got close enough. I also didn't trust myself to resist her. At the same time though, she'd already shown to have much more character than the caricature of nobility that existed in my mind. I was curious to learn more about her, and it's not like she wasn't fun to fuck.

With that, I found myself rising to cross the short distance between us. I was grateful the road was mostly smooth, as I imagined the kind of scene that would play out if I fell onto her, mirroring how last night kicked off. I sat down on the other bench, keeping what little space I could between the two of us. Fehran, of course immediately sidled over to me.

"See? Carriage rides are always more comfortable when you have someone to sit with." She placed a hand on my lap, but kept it innocently over my knee.

"I held up my end."

"Oy, all business with you huh? Can't enjoy the view for a few moments first?" The so-called view was of a recently planted wheat field and the afternoon sun framed by a small window. "It's almost impressive how you can be so boring in one moment...." she let her head rest on my shoulder as she trailed off. "And so exciting in another." Her hand started to glide back and up my thigh, but only briefly before I placed my own hand over her wrist.

"You're like a toddler with a new toy."

"You didn't seem to mind being played with last night." That almost tripped me up. Fehran's mind was quick with a tongue to match. Instantly my imagination was filled with the sight of her mouth wrapped around me.

"Last night we were alone, we had privacy, and even then we were almost caught. Here and now there's someone less than a foot behind us. He's probably already heard you." I was preventing her from making further advances, but I also wasn't moving away from the ones she'd already made.

"So? There's no way we're the first to play around back here. If he's a professional, he'll know to keep quiet." She reached over and turned me to face her. She didn't have the same hunger or pleading lust in her eyes as last night, but her desire was still unmistakable. "Fine." After a minute of sitting like that she realised I was more interested in her story than her body, at least for now. She pulled her hand back and lifted her head from my shoulder.

"For starters, I don't dislike this kind of thing. Apparently I've got quite the mind for it. My father likes to talk about how he'd design little games for me as a child. Drawing up maps of towns and caravan routes, telling me who had what resources to sell and what goods they needed to buy. He claims I took to it like a duck to water."

"So what's the problem?"

"I'm not doing any of that here." She let out a sigh and dropped her shoulders. "What I like is solving the puzzle. Being given the pieces and finding where to put them. Heprea isn't anything new though. I'm going somewhere he's already found the pieces and put them in place. I'm just going out to talk to the foremen and make sure they're still mining metal and shaping stone. I'm not building my own puzzle, just examining one someone else has already completed. Impressive as the portrait may be, it's not my work that made it."

"Huh, and here I thought you were just upset that a business trip was getting in the way of messing around with me some more." Once again I found myself pleasantly surprised by Fehran. Not only was she willing to work for herself, but she was annoyed if not angry that something had been done for her. She was single handedly tearing down years of my beliefs and assumptions.

"That's part of it too. This little trip, and others like it have been planned for some time now. They're the reason my father requested a Praetorian in the first place. He doesn't want his darling angel going anywhere without someone to protect her. Even if it's just to a sleepy mining town."

"You didn't want protection?"

"No, I just didn't want to be stuck with some big lumbering goon." I knew the type she was referencing. I didn't bother to tell her that men and women like that were actually fairly uncommon in the Royal Guard. They were a dime a dozen in the army and militias, but at the highest level, Mazzen and the other captains looked for more than just size and brute strength. "When you of all people showed up, that eased my tensions immensely."

"And I finished helping you loosen up that night?"

"Mmm, in more ways than one." She had that look in her eye again and once more I felt fingertips creeping over my thigh.

"We're probably almost there."

"So stop wasting time."

"No." I stood as much as I could in the carriage and sat back down on the opposite bench. "Not in here, and not with someone who could so easily hear." The look she gave me wasn't quite a pout, more a childish annoyance, but she didn't argue. "I enjoy being with you Duch- Fehran, both genuinely as we are now, and intimately as we were last night. However, I'm here to be your Praetorian. That comes first in my mind."

"Hmm. Fine." She leaned back on the bench and crossed her hands in her lap. Now she was the spitting image of her mother.

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The driver called back to let us know we'd arrived and brought the carriage to a stop. We'd been riding for most of the day and the sun was beginning to set now. I exited the carriage first, taking a few seconds to scan the immediate area. Fehran was right, there was hardly anything here. Some scattered houses, a few small fields and the mountains still a short distance away. Satisfied that it was safe, I stepped down and held out a hand to help Fehran. She took it and stepped out without looking at me. Whether annoyed that I rebuffed her, or just acting the part, no one would be able to look at us and know what our relationship was.

"What is our relationship?" I caught myself thinking the question silently. I hadn't worked for her family even a day before sleeping with Fehran, not only that but we'd both agreed to do so again. I hadn't lied when I said I enjoyed her company, regardless of circumstance, and I definitely wanted to explore sex with her some more. At the same time though, I wanted to stay true to my vows as a Praetorian and to honour the training and faith that Mazzen had given me.

We were led into town and to a tavern. We were told that, due to the time, Fehran would be meeting with the foremen of the mine and quarry in the morning. She was visibly frustrated, obviously wishing she could have had this all done in one day. Rooms in the tavern were bought and prepared for us so we headed straight there.

Entering the building brought me a wave of nostalgia. It was lit well enough by lamps and the few tables all had a handful of people sitting around them with various drinks and a few plates of food. I immediately felt like I was back in a barracks and I felt my body relax as though I'd finished a hard days work. Fehran didn't seem apprehensive of the place, but it was clearly a far cry from the luxury she'd spent her life in thus far. The rooms were cozy, if small. There was a bed, a small table and chair, as well as an unlit lamp. I imagined getting oil for them was an extra fee, one we didn't need to pay. After showing Fehran to hers, she turned to face me in the doorway.

"Will you join me tonight?"

"Should I?" Staring into each others' eyes like this was starting to feel familiar. There wasn't a clear power dynamic between us so neither felt entirely willing or capable of taking control. It was like a game of cat-and-mouse where the loser was the one who had to be responsible for the two of us.

"Yes." Again she surprised me. "You've experienced more of me than I have of you, I'd like to settle the score." My body understood her before my mind did. I could feel my pants tightening before I realised that the brief fantasy I had back in the carriage could be coming true. I looked back down the hallway to make sure I wouldn't be seen, before stepping in and closing the door behind me.

The room was dark. The window was obstructed by a tree so only a few rays of setting sunlight could find their way in. Fehran was more of a silhouette before me, which only let this feel more forbidden. She stepped up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder, I couldn't feel it due to my armour though.

"You're going to have to teach me how to get you out of all this."

"It's not difficult." The armour had long since been designed to be easy to take on and off. "Just clasps mostly." We were standing close enough to feel each others' breath as we spoke, and our voices were barely above a whisper. More than once I caught myself on the verge of shivering with excitement as she ran her fingers along the plates on my torso.

With my arms freed, Fehran stepped in even more to reach behind me. As she fiddled with the straps across my back, I couldn't help but smell her hair. It was decadent and floral, directly opposite the smell of smoke, oil, and sweat I was accustomed to in the barracks. She managed to undo the last clip and I pressed our bodies together. Partly so I could continue to drink in her scent, partly to hold my chestplate between us and keep it from hitting the floor. Fehran reacted quickly, lowering herself by sliding down me and laying the chestpiece down gently before setting upon the last pieces on my legs.

I couldn't believe how I was feeling. I'd heard before, someone said something about how a slow pace created anticipation and heightened the experience, but to actually be in place while it was happening was unreal. I felt chilled to my core despite the summer warmth. Every time she touched me, getting closer and closer to my bare skin, made me want more and more for her to hurry up and do the damn thing. Finally my armour lay on the floor, scattered around me. Fehran stood and turned towards the window.

"Strip, then get on the bed." I complied, tossing my shirt aside and stepping out of my pants before sitting down. Fehran was doing the same. She'd dressed much simpler today seeing as she wouldn't exactly be holding court out here. The last thing I saw was her naked, slender form before she pulled the blinds down.

The room was almost pitch black now, all I had to go on was the soft sound of her footsteps as she returned to me. There was nothing for a minute, and then she touched me. A finger on my collarbone that trailed down to my chest. She took a breast in hand for a moment, teased the nipple and then continued down. My breathing was getting deeper, and those shivers were starting to beat my willpower as she got closer and closer to what she wanted.

"I'm finding it hard to believe you were a virgin before me."

"Hmm," she let out bemused chuckle. "Well, I'd played with myself plenty, and of course entertained several fantasies.....but you were my first."

"Then, in all honesty, I'm a little terrified. Maybe it's my own inexperience but you seem to be doing an awful lot with very little."

"Oh? A strong soldier like you is scared of a little thing like me?"

"You've heard of elephants and mice right?"

"Hah, you're big-" I gasped as she wrapped her hand around my cock. "Not that big though." I felt her body brush against me and I imagined she'd knelt down between my legs. This was it, my first blowjob. Some of the men I'd trained with had talked about them before, some even held the act in higher regard than actual sex. Knowing that, and knowing what Fehran felt like from last night had set my expectations sky high.

When she finally touched me again, it was only for a spit second. Something warm and wet brushed against the my tip. Her tongue, of course she wasn't done teasing me. She did it again, and then once more. The fourth time, she used more of her tongue and started lower on the shaft. Despite the darkness in the room I'd swear she was somehow able to see, she was being far to accurate. Then, I felt her breath as she must have been holding her mouth over me. A drip of saliva fell and trailed down my length.

"You-" I didn't get anymore out before she closed her mouth around me. Again, she was focused on just the tip. It was warm and wet, but different from being inside her pussy. The shape was different, I could feel slight shifts that came with her breath, and then there was her tongue. Flicking and circling around me like I was a piece of candy.

"Mmmm, is this how I quivered when you were underneath me? I'm starting to see the appeal."

"It was a lot more wet, but otherwise, probably."

"Are you close?"