Marceline had been wandering for quite some time. She's traveled hunting for coin, struggling through numerous deserts and forests, spending the night laying onthe ground, catching little rabbits and the like for food...But she was no coward, nor was she a wimp, so she took all the obstacles life threw her way with open arms,knowing that one day she will find a chance to live happily. She took a path straight ahead which led her to a small town she could rest in for a few days beforecontinuing her travels. She asked around for a tavern and was shown to one that was nearby by a merchant, she thanked him and headed to the tavern heartjumping with glee for the promise of cold mead and a warm bed and perhaps a wench...But she wasn't counting on it.
Entering the tavern she headed towards the bar and asked for a bottle of cold mead before tipping the man a generous amount of coin and sitting on a chair nearby, resting her aching feet, that's when one of the wenches came by, winking at Marceline and swinging her hips as she trotted around the tavern, Marceline smirked, she's always been mistaken for a man, and she preferred it that way, the armor she wore was comfortable, showing no chest bumps or anything of the like, she kept her hair down to her shoulders, but unkempt, like a man's. Her eyes were a piercing shade of silver, she didn't know why, seeing as she grew up on the streets with no parents to tell her about herself, why she was packing something extra, or why she got along well with wolves and dogs- Too well, even, it was strange. Her hair was dark and she had a healthy complexion, neither pale nor tanned, despite being in the sun for long periods of time.
Marceline brought the bottle back to her lips and looked down at her armor, it was silver, to get used to it so it didn't affect her if she were to involve herself in combat against an opponent who wielded silver weapons, it had a tail wrapped around the waist and a wolf's head carved on the collar, her boots were silver as well, but they weren't as fancy. Her axe was also silver, coated in frostbite poison she'd gotten on her travels, she has the cure with her should she ever choose to spare her opponent or whoever it was that invoked her wrath a slow, painful death.
The warrior looked around, seeing all kinds of faces, wealthy nobles that were either cheating on their wives who were waiting for them at home or were simply lonely and looking for someone to have for the night. Taverns usually didn't have prostitutes, they had serving wenches, but since most women were not satisfied with how much coin they were given, they preferred serving food instead of themselves.
Marceline chuckled, she saw the wench from earlier walking towards her, she was surprised when the woman sat on her lap, but didn't show it, instead she smirked and whispered in the maiden's ear "interested, are we?" The wench giggled and winked at her, Marceline had to admit the woman was a beauty to look at, she had fiery locks that she kept down, but were neat, unlike Marceline's, her eyes were a fascinating blue color, like waves upon waves in a deep blue ocean, and she had freckles scattered all her nose and cheekbones, and apparently her shoulders as well; Marceline noted.
"I'm Fiona, serrah. Nice to see a new face around here, it's always the same in this dump." The wench said as she smiled, showing perfect teeth. Marceline smirked back, grabbing the woman's bottom, making her gasp in delight, "Nice isn't it?" She licked the woman's ear and was about to rent a room to spend the night when the door was kicked open by a man in heavy armor and a helmet covering his face, Marceline reached for her axe but was soon stopped by Fiona who had her arms wrapped around Marceline's neck; "Don't. They're the king's men, I think they're here for something." Marceline relaxed against her chair and had an arm supporting Fiona's waist, she watched as another man entered and they cleared the way for a man dressed in what seem to be very expensive clothes.
"His majesty the King, and her majesty the Queen wish to present a chance to whomever is able bodied to enter the tournament and prove their worth. By being the last man or woman standing in the arena, you will be permitted a position in the king's guard, and eventually perhaps even a Knight for his Majesty. The tournament will start tomorrow, and so whomever is interested, should go first thing in the morning to sign their name." The advisor (?) read the announcement off a parchment then proceeded to walk out of the tavern followed by the two men that came with him, there was chatter all over the tavern, followed by giggles from the wenches when the "tough" men flexed their muscles.
"Are you going to the join the tournament, serrah?" Fiona asked with curiosity in her eyes. "Perhaps I will, I heard the Queen was a real beauty, I might be able to charm her." Marceline smiled a mischievous smile and looked at Fiona who was feigning being upset "You bastard! you would choose the Queen over me? The sweetest girl in town? Well, not like you'll be able to charm her anyway, no matter how much you show you teeth. Our Queen is loyal to her King, and he seems like a good man, they're crazy about eachother." Marceline chuckled and kissed the woman's cheek. "I would never choose her over you, you know that." She smirked as Fiona giggled and asked her to "Rent a room already, brute" And she was happy to oblige, as she rented the room and carried Fiona up to it, the wench seemed impatient and was kissing Marceline all over throat and jaw, trying to sneak her hands under the warrior's armor. "Be patient, my little fairy, this will be the best night you've ever had." Marceline kicked the door of the room and threw Fiona on the bed, removing her breastplate but leaving her blouse on, she then proceeded to remove her trousers and boots and throwing them to the floor, then her gauntlets, then her loincloth; before she jumped on Fiona and kissed her feverishly, the other woman was happy to return the kiss, but it was dark and she couldn't see a single thing.
"Hey, turn on the lantern, I *gasp* can't see a thing" Marceline was spreading kisses all over Fiona's stomach, she had pushed her dress up to under her arms, and thanked whatever God out there that the woman didn't have a tight dress on. "I like it this way, you won't expect where the next move will be." She smirked against the woman's flesh and moved down to her womanhood, pulling her loincloth down and spreading her legs. She started by leaving little bites along the inside of the wench's thigh, making her breathe heavily, squirming under her, then she moved in for the main course, running her tongue along the woman's opening, making her arch her back and gasp loudly.
She repeated the act several times before she was satisfied, and right before the woman had her release, Fiona was furious, there was no mistaking it, but Marceline had something else in stock for her.
"Are you ready for me, milady?" Marceline asked as she stroked herself and positioned her cock against the maiden's opening, groaning at the heat emanating for her. "Just fucked me already, you bastard!" Fiona was breathless, clutching at the sheets underneath her like a virgin, but there was no helping it, it seems what the man said about her "having the best night of her life" was that close to being truth, and not just a bluff.
Marceline pushed in slowly, surprised at how tight the woman under her was, it was no secret Fiona had offered her..uhm.."Services" to other men before Marceline, and there was no doubt she was going to offer them to other men AFTER Marceline, but it's part of her job, she wasn't forced to do it, but the life of a serving wench was harder than this, so she chose the easier route, it seemed.
Marceline thrust in slowly, savoring every single one, until she had all of her inches inside the girl. 8 to be exact, Marceline was a cocky one-no pun intended- and had the size to brag it as well, in an age where men couldn't hold themselves for more than three minutes, she was happy to oblige to a beautiful maiden's needs..In bed,
atleast.
She placed her hands on each of the girl's sides to support herself, and started thrusting in and out very slowly, making the wench begging for her to go faster and harder, and Marceline was glad to do as Fiona asked, she started thrusting faster and going deeper inside the girl, brushing against her deepest spot, making her clutch to Marceline's blouse for dear life- Fiona wrapped her legs around Marceline's waist, indicating he approach of her orgasm, which encouraged Marceline to lean in and grab a breast, tending to a nipple, biting gently and sucking, then going up to the girl's throat and sucking on it as well, than finally to her lips where she gave her a passionate kiss-Tongue and all, that had the girl tightening around Marceline's shaft and holding her flush against her.
Marceline was glad she bound, and was also glad that she had small breasts so the girl couldn't feel any softness- but she soon realised that was no time to be thinking, she was held hostage between the woman's legs, and couldn't take it any longer as she exploded inside her, which seemed to have made her tighten even more around Marceline, milking her dry.
When they both calmed down, Marceline pulled out of Fiona, collapsing next to her, while Fiona stared at the ceiling in awe. "Are you alright? You seem to be fascinated by the stains on the ceiling." Marceline asked, raising an eyebrow. "That was..." Fiona squealed, then jumped on Marceline and proceeded to kiss her until the other began to see stars. "That was amazing! Perhaps you really are as good as you think." Marceline had a dumb smile on her face, as she hugged the girl to her side, she had to admit she was a bit saddened she had to leave tomorrow morning.
"Are you sure you need to leave right now?!" Fiona whined as Marceline strapped her axe to her back and wore her boots. She turned around and placed a kiss to Fiona's forehead, who was still in bed with the sheets covering her, it seems she took her dress off sometime during the night when she decided to "go on an adventure" that is...using Marceline as a horse, if you catch the meaning.
"Fiona, you heard what that man said, first thing in the morning, I want to be among the first so I don't have to wait, besides, I need to buy a helmet to hide this." Marceline pointed at her face, which had scars everywhere, one on the right side of her mouth, extending vertically from above her upper lip, down to her lower lip and stopping just under it. And another on her left brow, and another one across her nose, horizontally, which was still red despite being old. She also had another from the corner of her jaw, pointing to her cheekbone, which wasn't that big.
Marceline didn't mind her scars, the ladies thought they were sexy, since she always passes for a man; the helmet was to PROTECT her face from suffering any more, she was afraid she'd lose an eye if she were too reckless. Marceline was dangerous, and she knew it, but even she can fall prey to arrogance, causing her to be useless during a combat, and surely losing her life.
Fiona blushed, she was definitely charmed now if she wasn't the previous night, and so she stood, placing a chaste kiss on the warrior's lips, and pulling her into an awkward embrace. She usually didn't do this, feeling sad for the man she slept with the night before, but it seems even she can be affected at times by this plague called "Love".
Fiona bid Marceline goodbye, and only when the warrior was halfway down her path towards the castle did Fiona remember that she didn't ask for the lad's name, how could you fall for someone whom you don't even know?! "Hey! I didn't catch your name!" Fiona shouted, luckily Marceline heard her, but contemplated before she turned around and shouted back: "It's Marshall, my fairy!" then she chuckled and continued her path, shaking her head.
Fiona blushed and bit her lip, testing the name on her tongue "Marshall..."