Play with me?
The moment I unrolled the scroll, and saw the simple message written in Gabrielle’s handwriting, I put away any negative feelings I had attached to this mission.
A package had been waiting for me in the inn’s room when I entered it, and upon opening it, I knew Gabrielle had been in the city before me. She had gone to some trouble to set up a surprise for me. I opened up the package and had to fight back a grin, along with some other emotions. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure what she was up to, but it promised to be good.
I had barely pulled the items from the package when there was a knock at the door. I opened it, half-expecting to see my bard.
Instead, there was a young man, who could only be the innkeeper’s son. The whole family, including the mother, seemed to be cursed with absurdly large ears.
The young man grinned at me, looking rather uncomfortable standing there. He indicated to either side of himself. There were several large buckets of steamy water. “A hot bath was ordered for you,” he shrugged.
I nodded, figuring this was another part of Gabrielle’s plan. Stepping aside, I gestured for the youth to enter and pour the water into the tub. After a few trips in and out of the room, the tub was three-quarter’s full, and I pressed a coin in his palm, thanking him. No doubt he found it odd that someone else had ordered a bath for me, and I accepted it so readily.
I spent the next few minutes washing the grime of the road off me. I know I smelled like horses, wood smoke, and sweat before I started and after a full bath and hair wash, I spent some time combing the tangles out of my wet hair. When I was presentable again, I dressed in preparation to meet my love.
I took some extra pangs to get ready, figuring Gabrielle would appreciate it and it would fit in with her plans nicely. It had been a while since the last time we played, and I was rushing to get started.
Finally, I was ready, and I locked the door behind me as I left the room.
Circumstances had arisen that required Gabrielle and I to split up a few days prior to this. I had escorted a visiting king back to his homeland in the east. His trip here had been a diplomatic success, but sometimes, it took a while for news to spread to the surrounding villages, and the new king would be a target for those who despised and feared his tyrant of a father. My presence discouraged would-be attackers and he made it home safely.
Two visiting royalties…meeting in the middle. I had the longer distance to travel.
The trip Gabrielle would make was much shorter a distance than my own, but I knew she might get distracted by visiting a new kingdom and expected to make it back first. Hence, part of the reason for my surprise.
I walked downstairs, looking around the inn to see if I spotted my bard. It didn’t take long to check out the surroundings. There were a few men scattered throughout the dining room, but for suppertime at an inn, the place was oddly deserted.
At first, I was taken aback by the brazen looks I received from the men around the room. I gave them my own look, THE look, and they mostly averted their eyes. Still I saw them continue to sneak looks at me.
Then I realized what it was all about, and decided to ignore them.
I noticed the innkeeper’s wife giving me a small smile and a come hither gesture, so I approached. Her eyes were sparkling as she told me the vast majority of the town’s people were at a celebration for the successful negotiations, and she told me were it was being held. Something in the way she delivered the message told me she was relaying what she had been told to say.
I nodded and thanked her, and left the inn.
It wouldn’t have been hard to spot the celebration. The few people on the street were all heading in the same direction, and that was the direction of the sound of music and loud voices. There was much laughter and joyous yelling as I approached.
Once again, there was many a look in my direction and I planted a sour expression on my face to discourage several who approached me.
I was walking toward the largest structure in town, a huge barn owned by a wealthy older man. Tonight, it doubled as a dancehall, and I had more than a sneaking suspicion that Gabrielle would be here waiting for me.
I entered the barn and took in the sights before me. The vast majority of the town’s people were there, but as the building was so large, it wasn’t too crowded.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the movement of more approachers, and I realized with dismay that the three men entering behind me had been the one in the inn’s dining room. I doubt it was coincidence that they had planned to leave virtually the same time as me, but chose to ignore them for now. I moved along the edge of the huge room, blending in with some of the spectators who stood clapping and watching the revelers.
Slowly, I scanned the barn, looking for a familiar face. Many people were dancing, and others were sitting at a large table, eating and drinking, or just talking. In one corner, many of the children of the village gathered, many of them attempting to emulate the steps of the dancers.
In the opposite corner, several men were crouched on the floor, and I caught a glimpse of playing cards. The atmosphere was light and ebullient, and I was struck by the inheritant peacefulness of this particular village.
I had scanned the room twice and though I still hadn’t caught sight of Gabrielle, I did see some faces I recognized.
Perhaps I had been wrong in my supposition that Gabrielle wanted to meet me here. Given what had been in the package, I figured she had a public meeting in mind, and this was the most public spot in town. Tonight, it seemed to be the ONLY public spot.
I sensed the masses beginning to close in on me, and decided I had been wrong after all, so I started to sidle toward the barn door again.
“What’s your hurry, Gorgeous?”
The room was so noisy, it too me a minute to realized the statement was directed at me. It became quite clear when I felt a hand splayed against my lower back.
I automatically bristled a bit, and prepared to remove the hand, and quite possibly the attached arm, and then I caught a glimpse of my suitor. My face melted into an easy smile, as the words spoken in my ear finally registered. “I was supposed to meet someone here,” I replied, “but apparently, I’ve been stood up.”
I saw the head shake. “Someone’s foolishness it my gain.”
Gods, how was she able to make her normally lilting sweet voice so low and husky? I don’t know that I would have been able to pick it out without seeing her huge green eyes.
I gave her a sweeping look, onto her game immediately. Then I gave a not-so-friendly smile.
“I don’t think so,” I replied, and I pointedly walked off in the direction of the tables.
I fought back a grin as my senses seemed to fine tune themselves and alerted me that I was being followed.
“Hey, what’s your hurry?” The voice was right behind me again.
I put an annoyed expression on my face, and paused long enough to turn my head. “Not interested,” I said. I heard a slight group of chuckles rise around us, and knew we were attracting some attention.
Not one to be deterred, she grabbed my elbow, and pulled forcibly. I could have put my back into it, and resisted her pull, but I have to admit a real curiosity. I allowed her to turn me, and affected an outraged expression.
“Do you mind?:” I asked, louder than before.
She leered at me in an expression I had seen on many a crude man’s face. Gabrielle had seen her share of them in her time, and did an excellent impression.
“I don’t mind at all, Baby,” she replied, lowering her voice slightly.
I shook my head at her, trying to pretend as though I was disgruntled. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed there were several watching now, both men and women.
“Well, I do,” I jerked my elbow free of her grip, and stalked off again.
There were a couple of women sitting at one of the tables with an empty space between them, so I sat down.
“Some men just can’t take a hint, can they, Honey?” asked the woman to my right. She was a good ten years older than me, an attractive brunette with big brown eyes.
I shrugged and gave her a small smile.
“I dunno…” the other woman spoke. “He’s awfully cute…and did you check out those buns?” The woman’s red hair was obviously fake, and I’m pretty sure her teeth were too after I saw her smile.
“Never mind Angela,” the other woman told me. “She likes her men lewd and loud.”
“And good-looking and well-built,” Angela added, apparently not insulted at all by the summation. She gave me a conspiratorial smile, but I wasn’t taking the bait. I made a show of turning away from her.
The other woman patted my hand. “You’re a beautiful girl,” she said. I tried not to respond to the word “girl”. “It’s no wonder he’s pursuing you, but I’m sure you could do much better.”
I tried not to show my amusement at that.
A new song started up, and Angela began to primp and preen, obviously trying to get the attention of any man nearby. I didn’t see Gabrielle at the moment, and was a little relieved when a bearded, long-haired man fell into Angela’s trap and waltzed off with her. Several approached me to dance, but I shook them all off, and none of them put up much of a fight. The brunette watched all this with a good deal of interest.
“You sure think your man is going to show?” she asked me.
I gave her a saucy grin. “He already did,” I replied.
As I suspected, she was no dummy. It only took a moment for her to nod her head. “Oh…” she said. “You and your man like to play games?”
She was more right that she would ever realize, but I just grinned in silent response. She laughed, and turned to see a well-dressed handsome older man approach anger.
“Come on, Johnetta,” he said, gesturing with his shoulder toward the dance floor. “Let’s show them how it’s done.”
The woman glanced at me. “You okay?” she asked.
I grinned at her. “Just fine.” I replied with a nod. “go have fun…”
Johnetta had no more vacated her seat, when I felt someone sit on the other side of me, where Angela had been. Pivoting my head, I wasn’t surprised to see who it was.
“Now that Mom’s gone, let’s try this again,” Gabrielle said.
It was getting hard to keep up this ruse! The longer Gabrielle was around, the more aware I was of how much I had missed her.
The wide-brimmed dark brown hat she was wearing was slung even lower over her eyes than before. One glance into their emerald depths told me a lot. She was feeling her hunger growing as well.
“You’re the most incredibly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” she whispered.
I affected an expression that would look like I was blushing. “Thank you.”
She gave a slight nod. “What’s your name?”
She was allowing me to set at least some of the rules. “Jessica,” I replied finally, watching her carefully.
She smiled sweetly. “Nice to meet you, Jessica. I’m Mel, and I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you.”
She hadn’t even batted an eye. We had played this game of gender role-play before, only I would play the male and used the name Jess. She would be Melissa.
She was probably expecting me to use the name Melissa, which was a beautiful name, but one I didn’t feel fit me. I stuck with Jess and her choice of shortening Melissa to Mel was right in touch with me.
“There’s a difference between love and lust,” I told her then.
Gabrielle nodded. “And I’m feeling both of them right now.”
I let her see with my own eyes that I knew exactly what she meant. “I think you should look elsewhere for someone to take care of your…needs,” I replied.
She looked disappointed. “You haven’t even given me a chance,” she said with a rakish grin that did funny things to my lower regions. “I’m not used to being shot down so quickly.”
“Get used to it,” I retorted, this time unsuccessful at fighting back a grin.
“Oh, come on now,” she replied, her voice more of a purr than anything. “You can’t tell me that you don’t find me at least a little bit intriguing?”
Oh, she had come so far in the last few years! Long gone was the shy, unsure woman who looked to me to dictate the games we’d play in the bedroom. I found her to always be a willing participant, but she had been very hesitant to suggest what we do.
Of course, that played very well into my hand, as I was naturally a rather dominant person. But it wasn’t always that I felt such desire to take charge of things. I never minded, by any means, but as time went on with Gabrielle and she gained more confidence, I didn’t mind letting her plan our times.
Like now. I really didn’t have any idea exactly what she had planned or even how long she had been planning it. I really didn’t need that information. I trusted Gabrielle completely.
“Y’wanna dance?” she asked a minute later.
I wanted to make bodily contact, all right, but far more than dancing. There was a fairly fast song playing, and I shook my head. “No, thank you.”
Gabrielle cocked her head at me. “Oh come now, Jessica. Surely you’re not afraid to dance with me?”
“I’m not afraid,” I replied. “I simply don’t like to dance.”
“Please?”
Oh, she was good! Even with the hat casting a shadow over her eyes, I could see the merriment in them. She was giving me the big-eyed look my bard used when she really wanted to get her way.
I shook my head stubbornly.
“Give me one good reason why not,” she asked, and I could see she was really disappointed.
I leaned in closer to her.
“I can’t dance,” I said after a beat.
When I pulled my head back, shed was smiling at me, shaking her head slightly. “Is that all?”
I nodded, pretending to look shy.
Gabrielle leaned in this time, and in the barest of whispers, said, “You’re being as difficult as possible, aren’t you?”
I grinned and nodded back.
“I can solve that problem,” she said out loud. She stood and took my hand. “Come with me.”
My curiosity got the better of me, and I let her lead me to the staircase that led to the loft. Unlike most barns, which just had a ladder leading upstairs, this one had an honest to goodness staircase. Behind it, there was a few feet of relative privacy.
“We can dance here and no one will notice, “ Gabrielle said, solving yet another problem.
At that exact moment, the song came to an end and I shrugged at Gabrielle. Almost immediately, the band started playing again, this time a slow song.
She approached me, and held out her hands in the traditional position for a waltz. Unable to stand being this close to her and not touching her finally got to me, and I wrapped my arms around her neck.
She was probably surprised by that, but didn’t skip a beat as she wrapped her arms around my waist. Together, we began a slow sway to the music.
The closest couple to us was out of hearing range so I told her the truth. “I’ve missed you,” I said.
“And I’ve missed you,” I heard her whisper back.
“How did your trip go?”
“Smoothly…no problem at all…yours?”
“Yep…as well as can be.”
“It was long boring ride,” Gabrielle continued, “And I had a lot of time to think. I worked on some scrolls at first, then my attention began to wander.”
“To?”
She grinned. “To seducing you.”
“Good subject,” I quipped. “Where did you get the clothes?”
“The king insisted on paying me,” came the reply, “And on the way back, I passed a traveling merchant. He was selling his wares cheap,. So I bought them there. I knew the dress would go perfectly with your eyes, and I was right.”
I smiled and nodded a thank you. The blight blue dress had a simple plunging neckline and the bottom half wrapped around my midriff held in place by a narrow sash. There had been beige very low-heeled shoes included as well, and they were a perfect fit.
“You look amazing,” I said then, pulling my head back enough to take in the view once again.
“Thank you,” she replied. “I was hoping you’d approve.”
“Oh yeah,” I nodded. “I definitely approve. I can’t decide what part I like best.”
When I became “Jess”, I had pair of black leather pants I wore, and I’d wear a binding cloth over my breasts so I could wear a loose silk shirt. I had a pair of shiny black boots to complete the look.
Gabrielle…Mel…was dressed in what appeared to be tan doeskin britches, the legs of which were tucked into short leather boots. The britches were snug, allowing me just a glimpse of a bulge that told me she was wearing certain “equipment”. She was wearing a light beige shirt, which was open-collared and on top of that was a leather vest, the same color as the shoes. It hugged her form tightly and I couldn’t tell if it was the only thing hiding her breasts or if she wore a binding cloth underneath. I gave a secret smile, knowing I’d figure it out first-hand later.
Her golden hair was tucked up under the wide-brimmed hat, leaving her exquisite face exposed, but the swagger she used in her walk accompanied by the extraordinarily deep voice she used would be enough to convince onlookers she was a baby-faced young man, whose beard had not yet began to grow.
She must have been wearing some sort of lifts in her shoes, for she was nearly the same height I was in my flat shoes. I moved back into her embrace, doing my best to allow her to lead the dance.
She buried her face in the crook of my neck, which cause the tendrils of hair at my neck to tickle me somewhat.
“Your neck smells so good…Jess,” she moaned in my ear. I didn’t fight back a shiver when she licked a swath of my neck, and then blew her moist breath on it.
“You left your lavender perfume in my saddlebag,” I replied. “And I didn’t think you’d mind if I borrowed some.”
“Mmm…my perfume never smelled like this,” she purred, burrowing her nose in further.
“Mmm…it smells better combined with your scent,” I replied, letting my head tilt back in an open invitation for her to continue to taste.
She nipped at the bottom of my earlobe before whispering, “You sure changed your mind in a hurry, Jessica. Aren’t you worried what the people of the village are going to say?”
I gave a slight chuckle, then shrugged. “Let them think what they want,” she replied. “I finally gave in to your spell, and I’m not letting you go now.”
“But I’m the one who has a hold on you,” she answered.
“It’s mutual,” I affirmed, and she nodded.
“Very.”
Gabrielle’s fingers had made their way up my spine and over my shoulders and were now softly tugging at the soft hairs on the back of my neck. I opened my eyes to look into hers.
“Do you mind if I kiss you, Jessica?” she asked me, her eyes shining brightly into mine. “I’d really like to taste those beautiful lips of yours.”
I quirked a grin at her. “I don’t mind a bit,” I answered. “Yours look pretty delicious too.”
We stopped dancing as our mouths met in an exquisite medley of sensations.
Vaguely, I became aware of a sound swelling in intensity around us. I hated to pull away from Gabrielle, but the noise was so odd, I had to see what was going on.
It took little time to realize that Gabriele and I were the cause of the commotion. The music had stopped and apparently, our kiss had attracted the attention of many of the celebrants.
I glanced at Gabrielle and saw the heat quickly rising in her face. It wouldn’t do for the aggressor to be a blusher, so I quickly pressed my face towards hers, pretending to hide my own. It would cover her own at the same time.
There was the sound of gentle laugher around us, then the music started up again and the voices moved away from us.
“Quick thinking,” Gabrielle said when she pulled my head away.
I grinned at her. “You ready to get out of here?”
She crossed her arms.” What did you have in mind?” she asked saucily, raising her eyebrows at me.
Glancing around and seeing no one was close enough to overhear, I whispered, “I have this void in me that I think only you can fill.”
Her eyes widened as she took in what I said, and then I saw a smile spread slowly across her face. “Yep, I’ll bet I’ve got just the right thing,” she said seductively. “I can’t wait to see how it fits.”
Gods, the confidant manner she said it in, caused my vaginal muscles to clench with sudden desire! Something about her choice of dress brought out a sensual cockiness in her, that was well on its way to setting me on fire.
Her eyes were glowing into mine, when she held out her hand, and I took it, allowing her to lead me across the dance floor, towards the door of the barn. It wasn’t difficult for me to let her lead, my legs felt so shaky I had trouble making my feet go, and it was much easier to follow in this case.
Gabrielle effectively weaved a path through the dancers on the floor, and I could feel her grip growing increasingly tighter as we neared the exit. It was the only sign that her own excitement was building, but it wasn’t long before the circulation was cut off in my fingers. I just squeezed back.
As soon as we stepped back out into the night air, I felt the short hairs on the back of my neck raise. Any feelings of weakness from a minute ago were now gone, as my senses kicked in, telling me there was impending danger.
Gabrielle realized it too. She whirled on one foot, at the same time, pulling my arm so I ended up behind her. Facing her, were the three men who had followed me from the inn.
There was little doubt what they wanted. The lumps in their crotches were nearly as big as the one Gabrielle was modeling. Obviously, they let the young face and slight stature of “Mel” fool them into thinking she was easy prey.
I glanced at Gabrielle and saw the gleam in her eye. That’s my girl! I did my best to appear vulnerable and my voice had a strange quiver to it. Only Gabrielle had to know it wasn’t from fear of being attacked.
“What do you want?”
The tallest of the three answered. With a leer towards the others, he took a short step forward. “We just want to show you what a real man is like.”
Gabrielle, bless her heart, bristled slightly next to me. I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “I have a real man,” I answered. “And I think it would be best if you three just moved on, before he proves it to you.”
The other two men stepped in closer, offering the challenge.
Gods, they never knew what hit them.
“Get your ass in here, Mel,” I said, half-dragging, half-pulling my hero into our room in the inn. Something in the way she had “protected” me from the would-be letches had put my libido in overdrive. “I need you to fuck me.”
I heard her breathless “gods” in her own tone of voice, and then she was slamming the door shut behind us, pressing me hard against it, making sure the lump in her crotch made contact first. “And I want to fuck you.” Her mouth closed down on mine in a repeat action of the way she had fought…brutal, ruthless, wildly exciting.
Mmm…yeah, I sucked her tongue into my mouth and fought back in an equal manner, rubbing my crotch against the erection that I couldn’t wait to breech my defenses.
She regrouped, and her hands left my hair to press the top of my head. I obeyed, and within seconds, it was my face pressed to her crotch.
“Suck me,” was all she needed to say.
I wasted no time unfastening those glorious breeches and pulling them down around her hips. Underneath, she wore a pair of man’s black breeches, which stretched down to her mid-thigh, highlighting those muscular legs I loved to have wrapped around me.
I groaned when I reached in the hole in the front. I don’t know if it was the action of the fight or our dancing, but somehow, the phallus had ended up laying nearly backward, so it was pressed against the length of her slit, warm and moistened by the fluids her body was producing.
I grinned upward at her for a moment, just caressing the length of her dick, pressing it harder into her and watching her eyes close from the pleasure.
“Quit teasing, Jess!”
The authoritative tone she barked at me made me blink open my eyes at her, and my mouth was suddenly watering to share what only my hand had been enjoying up till now. I grinned again, and moved the phallus so it was suddenly protruding from the hole. I licked my lips once, and took her in my mouth.
Just as I knew it would be, it was delicious and it wasn’t long before Gabrielle was the one with her ass pressed against the door, as I gave her a very enthusiastic blowjob. Her hands were tangled in my hair again, and she was thrusting gently into my mouth, her moans telling me she was watching me closely.
“Oh gods, yes!” I heard her groan, when I hiked up the dress I was wearing, and buried my fingers in myself, my own juices easily lubricating the way. “Fuck, Jess!” I was so glad I hadn’t worn underwear tonight.
I pulled my digits from my cunt and pressed them into her mouth, letting her get a taste. “Is that an exclamation, or a request?” I purred up at her.
“Both,” she said, pulling herself away from my mouth.
She surprised me by suddenly dropping to her knees where she stood, and her hands were on the dress I wore, rapidly divesting my body of it. Her lips surrounded a nipple before I had a chance to know what hit me.
“Wouldn’t you be more comfortable on the bed?” I asked when I could find my voice again.
“Too long to get there,” came the disjointed response, and I was speechless again when her teeth scraped over my turgid flesh as her cock sank into me. I briefly wondered what happened to foreplay, but it suddenly occurred to me. Her fighting for me WAS the foreplay, and my hero was taking her reward.
“Mm, yeah, you are amazing,” I managed a minute to say, as my legs wrapped around her pistoning hips by their own volition. I felt rather whorish laying there half-dressed while a fully dressed “man” had his way with me, but something in the urgency of “his” movements made that feeling wildly exciting.
My legs clung to her as my hands began grasping for her upper half, pulling the vest from her, and tearing open the soft shirt she wore. I heard a button go flying, but if she noticed, she didn’t mind. Her hips picked up even more speed as she arched her back, pressing her cloth-covered breasts into my hands.
She had to slow down a bit as I had a bit of trouble finding the beginning of the swaddling cloth she had wrapped around herself, but in no time, I was feeling the warmth of her bare skin against my hands. She was warm and soft and sweaty, and I swear she fucked me even harder when my fingers finally touched her hard nipples. I pinched the flesh lightly, and she moaned and leaned into me, her eyes closed in pleasure.
My own eyes closed when I felt the fingers of her free hand sliding between our crotches, manipulating my clit in time with her thrusts. My body went into overload from the sensation and convulsively, my fingers tugged even harder at her nipples, which caused her to hiss and sink her teeth into my exposed neck. She came violently, her body shuddering into mine in great shaking waves that kept me from holding back my own orgasm that I felt from the tips of my toes to my ears.
A few minutes later, she lifted her head from my shoulder, and gave a soft sucking kiss to the bite mark she had left on my neck. It didn’t hurt, but I wasn’t about to let Mel know that.
She sighed, and snuggled into the valley of my breasts, allowing me to stroke her hair. Our bodies were sweat-slickened, and now that we had stopped exerting ourselves, the air around us was rapidly making us cold.
“How about moving to the bed now, Mel?” I asked, surprised by the hoarseness in my own voice.
Wiggling her hips, I felt the dick still submerged in me move in a most inspiring way. “Can we move without losing this?” she asked contentedly.
I briefly considered the logistics of this, and realized I was too shaky to even attempt it right now. Instead, my lips met hers in a promising kiss.
“No, but think of how much fun we’ll have trying to regain the sensation,” I responded.
She laughed and in the comfort and warmth of a soft bed, we spent the rest of the night celebrating our reunion.
We both slept late the next morning.
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