Chapter 10
After she left the Redguard kingdom, Princess Barbara spent the next year focusing on honing and mastering everything she learned as a warrior, a rogue, and a mage, while her friends, allies, and followers spent that year gathering more allies and training more troops, while also planning strategies and tactics that would benefit the cause, including researching magic, planning assassinations, and scouting environments, and infiltrating enemy territory, and sending spies among enemy lines.
During that same year, word had spread that the kingdom of Londo, ruled by Queen Tamara, had wiped out the Daedra worshippers partially responsible for the attack on Ringford, but the war to retake Ringford suddenly ended when the new Queen of Ringford forged an alliance with the Queen of Londo, and now they both co-rule their kingdoms. Much to Princess Barbara's shock, the new Queen of Ringford was in fact her best friend since childhood, Sonia, who succeeded the throne.
During one night, after a year had passed, Barbara rested in a decent inn after she returned to High Rock. After fixing and brushing her still lovely long brown hair, she curiously walked in front of a mirror, and removed her lace night gown so that she can fully view her impeccable pale body in full form.
She remembered years ago, she was turned eighteen, still a princess in a castle, she had a slim, graceful, delicate figure. She was already beautiful then, but now three or almost four years later, with all the combined trainings of a warrior, rogue, and mage, her body now has a new form of beauty. She was now slender with a curvaceous and well-endowed figure, while at the same time she is athletically built with well-defined muscle. Pure feminine strength combined with pure feminine beauty.
Week 1.
Princess Barbara met with an infamous but strong company of pirate mercenaries who were usually hired to do various jobs along the seas between High Rock and Hammerfell. Their leader happens to be the younger sister of the Argonian woman who was wife to the pirate captain who raided her kingdom, the Argonian woman the princess killed and got her revenge years ago.
Like her older sister, this mercenary pirate queen was a gray-scaled Argonian woman, with a muscular and curvy figure beneath her leather armor. Only difference was that she was the same height as the princess.
The pirate queen heard of the princess from her sister, and was pleased to see that the Breton was more beautiful and attractive than she heard. She agreed to support the princess's cause by cutting ties with Londo and their new allies, especially since the Breton girl was the one who killed her older sister, whom she secretly hated so much.
But Barbara must do two favors for the Argonian pirate queen before their alliance is sealed. The first is to sleep with her for one night. The second is to kill another pirate captain who served as a rival in the business. The princess agreed to these terms.
Alone inside the captain's quarters of a massive ship, under the dark of night, Barbara stood still as the Argonian pirate queen hastily removed the human girl's armor while also tearing out some of her clothes until she was fully stripped naked. The beautiful pale body exposed and for the Argonian to have.
Barbara was surprised when the Argonian pirate queen brought out a tongue which was exactly like her older sister's, not only blue but also quite long and massive even for an Argonian. Wasting no time, the pirate queen began licking all over the human's pale body, tasting her legs, her thighs, her belly, her chest, her bosoms, her arms, her neck, and even her face. Then the pirate queen circled around to taste the backside, along with the back of her legs, arms, and even the moons of her rump, all the way to the shoulders. She was giving the princess the ultimate tongue bath.
When the Argonian pirate queen circled back so they were facing each other, the princess allowed her face to be held and opened her mouth so that the Argonian woman could lunge her long massive blue tongue and slip into the pale princess's mouth. Barbara couldn't help but close her eyes, feeling the massive blue tongue that stuffed her mouth and reaching down her throat, preventing her from breathing except through her nose. She also couldn't help but notice how slippery the tongue was as she felt it sliding along on top of her own tongue, forcing her to taste underneath it, while its fluids were filling her mouth. The tongue was neither warm nor cold, rough nor smooth; it was like nothing that had ever touched her before, and at its slippery rub inside her mouth she knew such fear and shame as she had never dreamed off. Yet even so, the Breton couldn't help but swirl her tongue around the big blue one while willingly sucking it with her mouth, moaning positively as she found the strange taste intoxicating.
One of the pirate crew members couldn't but feed his curiosity as he peeped through the keyhole to the captain's quarters, where he saw the nude Breton princess laying on top of the bed sheets, while nude Argonian woman straddled her on top, scaled legs on either side of the smooth pale hips, her tail raised straight high, while the taut gray-scaled moons of her rump were shown directly towards the door, undulating rhythmically, almost hypnotizing. His jaw dropped when he saw the captain's massive blue tongue being plunged direct down into the Breton's mouth, slipping out and in. When the Argonian pulled back and withdrew her tongue, she sat up straight, grinning, looking down at the pale human female, making the girl gasp when she felt the clawed-nails of the scaled-hands gently press into her soft skin as they rubbed around and massaged the full pale bosoms.
Week 2.
There was an Orc named Dorn who was an infamous pirate captain that roamed the seas between High Rock and Hammerfell, sinking ships, raiding ports, looting riches, and abducting prisoners, accumulating the wealth and power he held with his feared status, but also marking him with a bounty so large that the who claims it could possibly buy one of the most expensive and luxurious of estates.
Recently, a new member of Dorn's crew, a female Breton called Barbara, had been gaining his favor through her efforts when it comes to displaying some tactician and leadership skills in ship combat, or when showing off her own skills with a blade.
Somehow Barbara became the ship's first mate, second in command to Dorn. But recently she had also been getting close to the captain personally, and soon he would learn that he was fool to allow her to use the Orc's sense of lust to get the best of him.
Within the captain's private quarters during nighttime, Dorn had his back on his own bed with his arms and legs tied to it, with extra chains and leather straps to ensure that not even his Orcish strength could allow him to break free, while he was stripped of armor and even undergarments, fully exposing his greenish muscular form. Why was he in this state? Well, it was a part of a game of bondage that Dorn and Barbara wanted to play.
Looking up at the beautiful pale human that was crawling and climbing on top, it amazed Dorn how such a Breton female could have a body that was both athletic and curvaceous, while also smooth and graceful.
While the Orc had some bestial facial feathers compared to Men and Mer like any other, Barbara had to admit that his greenish muscular body felt really underneath her as she was looking down at Dorn with her beautiful brown eyes.
Dorn felt a slight shiver as the Breton female rubbed her hand over his hardened chest, feeling the heat it generated along with the Orcish strength and power behind it. The Orc gave a slight moan when the Breton bent her head down and licked his muscular frame. She grinned at Dorn's reaction to her touch and she continued her lecherous licking around his chest, washing him a bit with her fluid.
Dorn growled as the as Barbara was having her way with him, and when she bit him, his instincts compelled him to struggle and break free to seize her body for himself, but the reinforced restraints ensured that he was helpless and at her mercy, which gave the Orc pleasure, and even more pleasure for the Breton now that she knows that the Orc was both her prisoner and an object that she could play with.
The pleasure for both Dorn and Barbara only increased as the straddling young woman plunged down on the Orc's hardened spear with a long stroke, and she didn't hesitate on riding him hard and rough with her choice of pacing, delivering the orcish desire of savage mating. Then after a while, they both cried out in satisfaction when the Breton broke the Orc and robbed him of his seed.
Barbara laughed. "This was fun, Dorn, but I'm afraid it is time for you to die. The pirate queen sends her regards."
Quickly the Breton princess gripped and covered the Orc's mouth before she brought out a hidden ebony dagger that she used to pierce Dorn's heart, killing him without letting his dying voice bring a sign of alert to anyone on the ship.
The princess smiled wickedly at the assassinated target beneath her. She donned her leather armor, and she left the captain's quarters after stealing a few valuables she could find. That night, she snuck out of the ship and sailed in a rowboat, as the ship behind began to light up in flames, thanks to the human girl committing sabotage.
Week 3.
Among Londo's military was a young Breton man with blonde hair, handsome feature, and a muscular figure. He name is John. They say he was among the strongest young warriors in the kingdom, having fought in the war and only recently gained the rank of lieutenant.
One day, during a gathering, he met the beautiful Princess Barbara, who was secretly acting as traveling noblewoman. Having studied his weakness before her planned visit, the princess used her charm, beauty, and charisma, to seduce the young lieutenant, whom she planned to turned to her side against the Queen of Londo, and to get inside information.
During the following week, John grew closer to Barbara, and one day even asked her to go out with him to the festival that was happening tomorrow night, and she accepted. When the festival was ongoing the next night, Barbara had to admit that she was actually having so much fun, especially while she was with John, partaking in the festivities such as dancing, listening to bards, and even enjoying a nice dinner. The fun and excitement of the festival had worn most of the citizens out, ensuring that they would sleep deeply tonight, including John, who was trying to sleep in his manor.
As John was sleeping shirtless, because the night was strangely warm, he jumped awake and sat up after he suddenly felt a smooth white hand rubbing and sliding along the side of his body. To his surprise, the hand of the person who touched him was actually Barbara who somehow snuck into his room. John was even more surprised when he immediately noticed that the Breton female was completely nude.
"Barbara," he said, as he found difficulty ignoring the sweep curves of her smooth sexy figure.
Barbara was chuckling from his waking reaction, but she soon quieted down. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you; I just wanted to surprise you."
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Well, I could tell you didn't want the fun to stop," she said, her hand snaking to the side of the his's torso, "and neither did I, so here I am."
"Um," John tried to speak, as the pale, brunette beauty climbed over him, both of them sitting up as she straddled him, and looked at him from her position, both hands on his face and smiling with excitement. "Barbara, I-"
She shushed him and whispered close to his mouth. "Just kiss me."
Before the Breton male could say anything, the Breton female proceeded to press her lips onto his, locking them as she kissed deeper. John had his right shaking in the air, not knowing whether to stop her or hold her, but the latter became the choice when the pale girl kissed his upper lips, seducing him more until he submitted and held her before they both continued the make out.
Barbara made sure to hold their positions that way as she worked her way seducing it with each kiss, more and more breaking him and placing him under her spell. Eventually, she would quickly remove his legging while he was lying down flat, so that she would find his risen organ, indicating he was doing anything but relaxing. A single finger of hers glided up and down his straining shaft, causing a shiver of pleasure to run over his muscular body. John gasped as she curled her fingers around him and stroked softly. Barbara scratched lightly at his sack with her short nails, teasing up the length of his member, before gripping it and massaging it more vigorously. John tipped his head back and groaned, then winced as she squeezed his shaft too tightly. Barbara resumed working her target male, both hands on his length now. John exhaled heavily in ecstasy.
The Breton female chuckled, then slunk low on the bed and drew her long tongue from the base of the Breton male's sex up to the tip. He cried out, arching his back as dipped her head to lap at his sensitive orbs below his member before she looked up into his half-slitted eyes, kissing at his throbbing shaft. Barbara continued to use her skillful tongue to lick at his tip like a kitten lapping a saucer of milk, causing John to begin thrusting up at her unconsciously. She pulled up, then again took him completely into her mouth, his world was reduced to only the sensations of her hot tongue and eager lips. He knew-they both knew-that he would agree to practically anything as long as she gave him that kind of pleasure. He knew his own weakness, and cursed himself for it even as he let himself drown in the ecstasy of this pale beauty's sexual attentions.
Barbara dispensed with formalities and straddled John again, her legs on either side of his hips. She had to admit his body had always been very pleasing to look at, and felt just as good as she had imagined under her now, hard muscles rippling enthusiastically with raw male heat. She leaned over him, her breasts on his hard chest, her entrance poised so tantalizingly at the very tip of his member. Then she plunged down on him, slipping him inside of her with one long, smooth stroke. They both cried out in rapture.
Later, while John was deeply asleep, Barbara got up from his bed after she caressed his face, and kissed him. The young man didn't respond, because he was out cold. She snuck around the manor, still nude, and she made her way to the private rooms, unlocking the doors with the key she stole from John's room. There, the princess collected and stole documents and other important items and information. In the morning, she would entice John to serve under her, and bring troops with him.