Ranna seduces a lord and plots revolution (pre-independence) (NSFW)

[guardiansverse]

One day, Ranna thought, the young Lord Von Scher would bitterly rue having installed for her a secret entrance into his bedroom.

She was long past marveling at the baseline opulence of the room, but now and then he did manage to add a detail that made her stare before she came over to the bed. Today it was a drapery, sumptuous in colour and detail: an autumn hunting scene resplendent in every shade of red, brown, and gold to be found in the Von Schers' winter estate in Schervo's fertile and forested South. Ten times as beautiful as the actual autumn woods that Ranna had come in from. It was probably meant to be hung on a wall, but Lord Willem had thrown it across the bed. He was probably going to want to fuck her on it tonight.

"Do you like it?" The lord was standing by the window, in the nude. Ranna couldn't remember ever coming in to find him dressed. Well, she had no business with him that ever required it, and she'd noticed how he kept the room free, for their trysts, or any items she might fold or roll small enough to steal. "A gift from my brother's new fiancee."

"It's too beautiful to lie around like that," she said.

Willem turned to her, grinning. Willem always liked it when she was honest - crass, really. I don't sleep with a washerwoman's daughter to hear pleasantries, he would say. Ranna kept her eyes on his body to keep from thinking about it. He was all trim young muscle, a dusting of dark hair on his lithe torso and down to the thatch about his well-sized cock. He smelled of having bathed in rosewater. There were much worse fucks to be had for much less money, in her situation.

He came to her, inspected the stains on her plain dress, ran a hand into her hair. "You look delicious."

"Straight from the city, as my lord commands."

"What is that smell in your hair?"

"My brother's experimenting with chloroform." And chloroform was hideously expensive. "I slept in his lab last night. I thought you might like it."

"I adore it." He pulled her close, pulled her head down and sank his nose into the dull black nest. "The smell of work, of industry! You should wear it as perfume. I will buy you some. You want me to, don't you?"

"It costs, my lord," she warned, and felt his cock stir against her inner thigh. Sometimes she felt dirty, not because of his attentions, but because of how easy they were to secure.

Willem grunted and swept her up, easily lifting her small form to spin her and half toss her, half fall along with her onto the bed. The drapery whispered beneath her back. He began pulling at the ties of her dress, his fingers at her abdomen, his teeth at her collar.

"Costs," he complained as he went. "That I should worry about costs, when the daughter of the regent of Hyem sends me a gift like this. This fine and gilded nonsense. I know you think it's splendid. You don't know better. They're buying my complacence, my brother and her. My loyal contentment as second best. A life of useless, powerless leisure."

You could always go work, Ranna thought, but all she let out was a little gasp as her dress fell open to expose her breasts to the autumn air chilly even indoors.

Willem was still muttering as he cupped one breast and began running the tip of a fingernail over the nipple. She reached up and stroked along the sharp line of his jaw. "They say she's very beautiful, your brother's intended."

"Singularly."

"They say she was to wed the Kaiser of Hyem."

"Yes." Willem buried a sigh over her breastbone. He spoke between little nips at the delicate skin over her ribs. "The regent annulled it - because the Kaiser is a young fool - and now she is marrying Erich - to secure Hyem's hold over us. And my independent Schervo?" His teeth sunk hard into the nipple he had perked with his nail. Ranna gasped, squirmed under him. "Dash that dream for good."

Not while your blind cock keeps money pouring into my brother's lab. It cheered her to think it as he pulled her dress off completely. But you be careful what you wish for, my lord, you be careful. Knowing that, it was easy not to mind his blind cock. The bed was soft and warm, and Willem was hot, whatever else he was, handsome and clean and delightfully hot in his rutting. Not for the first time, she wished he would ever allow her to stay after and sleep in that blissful nest. But that would make her soft, too.

She looked up at him, quirked her lips up and said crassly, "I wish your brother happiness with the Kaiser's leftovers."

"You be quiet," Willem said fondly, with a stinging smack to her cheek. "Her station is still miles above yours."

Ranna fluttered her eyelashes, feeling his mounting hardness as she shifted her legs to both sides of him. "She doesn't have to be, if my lord the Duke wills it so."

She was not talking about Willem's father, and he knew it. He pursed his lips, his nose wrinkling over them. Then he pulled her up and brushed his cock against her entrance, half to test the welcome he would get there, half, she thought, to remind her - or himself - that he didn't need too much welcome to burst in. It was all well. She was driving her excitement up with a fantasy even more delectable than his fine, sculpted body.

"What is it to you?" he demanded as he arranged her in his lap, her legs spread wide, his fingers curling against her ass. The place where his cock rubbed against her thatch was already slick. "Whether I am duke or Erich is, you'll still sleep in your brother's lab in the slums."

"If my lord is the duke..."

"You'll never be duchess," Willem said, and thrust into her.

Ranna's back arched. She wrapped her arms around him, twisted her hands in his hair. No. I'll sit in parliament and order you and all your family hanged. He rocked her up and she surged with it, her cunt convulsing around his length with the sweet imagining. Splendid Lord Willem Von Scher in all his splendid draperies, bloody and burning. The Duke his father, his brother with his noble and beautiful Hyemi bride, all of them. She moaned Willem's name through his grunts and his tongue on her throat and thanked Mother Sun for making her small and plain and crass, everything that her young lord could shove his cock into and feel like he had any power in his province, like he was a revolutionary. He was going to buy her chloroform and imagined her wearing it as a perfume. Did he know what chloroform was?

"Ohh, great Sun's grace," he gasped against the tender veins in her neck. "Oh, Ranna, is this how they fuck in the pit where you come form - is this - " his breath seized in a great shaking inhale and his hips bucked, up and deep, almost deeper than she thought she could take. He shuddered violently with his release. Her pleasure throbbed with the marvelous spearing pain that nearly tipped her over, right past remembering and caring, but forgetting had never been an option for her.

She twisted her clawed fingers into his back and raked it raw as she forced herself to hold. Back from the edge. Patience. In here, in her brother's lab, with her comrades who were more than ready, just a little longer, patience -

Willem collapsed back against his many pillows, his already shrinking manhood pulling back Leaving little but the ache. He might want her to finish herself off in a little while, but for now it was sit still and watch, feeling his seed drip out of her and onto the drapery. "I wish it were all so easy to take," he mused in a low mumble. "The duchy. Independence. Erich's place... I wish it were all as easy to take as you."

One day, Ranna thought, the young Lord Von Scher would bitterly rue the secret entrance. But for now, she leaned down to cradle his lovely face in her hand. "It will all be as you wish," she whispered to him. "Your father will be gone. Schervo will be independent. Erich will not be duke. Wait and see." She kissed his cheek. "It will all be so, soon."