The Man in black

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Chapter two
A Tryst


~The other recruits were lined up beside him, ready to recieve their orders.
One man stepped out of the line of officers and spoke, his voice loud and booming,
"Get ready you baby birds, cause this'll be the last time I hold your hand!".
a name flashed through his mind.. Girardot..~

Peyton was jolted from his sleep, the wagon had come to a stop at a camping spot.
"why have we stopped? it can't be any later than noon", "hey buddy, we're not all adventurers,
this old and ill man will die if we press harder than this" responded the driver.
He waited until the wagon came to a stop and jumped out. "fuck... if i don't get there
soon all the mercenary work might be gone" he said to himself. The sound of running water could be heard
not far from the camp and he took a second to smell himself. "Damn, maybe a quick bath wouldn't hurt.."
he told himself as he walked in the direction of the water. He began to disrobe, taking off his dark gloves
and imperial style robe and chainmail undergarments, stopping to stare at the robe in his hands.
It was the kind of robe an exile would wear, someone who had been banished from their home..
he of course did not wear it for that reason and wore it because the robe simply didn't get caught on the damn chainmail.

He got down to his pants before his mind began to wander again, which it seemed to do alot these days,
he thought of his old friends Aeneas, eurydice, abelia... even that bitch luna.
His body was covered in scars, the price for success in war. With his mind
wandering he didn't notice the prescence coming up from behidn him until he heard a man speak.
"Well, well well.. what do we have here? a lone traveler?", Peyton looked behind him and
saw who it was, it was a Thief and several of his followers. The man who
was the apparent leader strode forward with his hand out stretched "look buddy, i have a busy schedule, so just
hand over your gold and i'll be on my way." The theif smiled as if it should intimidate him, he merely sighed and turned his
attention back to his disrobing. The theif became agitated with his lack of caring,
"We could just kill you and take your gold, would you feel better about that?".
Peyton sighed and turned about and waved him on, he was eager to put this little pest out of his misery.

The theif rushed forward angrily, dagger drawn and slashed at Peyton mid-section, he bent backwards and plucked his own dagger out
from his left boot behind him and came back up. He held the dagger blade down and cut to the right, severing the wretches head
almost completely off. Blood shot out like a fountain and he issued disgusting gurgling sounds as blood poured into his mouth.
The theifs body began to convulse and he fell to the ground, dead.

Peyton sighed, "Any other takers?". The other theifs, obviously shaken by their leaders swift demise, dropped their weapons and
ran in the opposite direction save for one, a young bandit girl. She held her dagger out, determined to stand her ground.
He would not kill young ones, and a silly idea formed in his head. "Come on then" he mused, "lets see what you've got".
The girl yelled and rushed at him, he just sidestepped at the right moment, spun around, and gave her bottom a hard smack as she
went by. (He couldn't help but think that she had a nice ass as his hand smacked her bottom)
She turned around, a suprised look on her face and shook it off. The girl charged again and.. smack! Another hand across the butt
she charged agin and again. Smack, smack, smack, he landed three more hard slaps across her ass. The girl twirled around, red in the face from
frustration and embaressment. She rushed forward again and this time caught him across the left side of his waist.

The cut itself wasn't bad, but it did sever his belt, but oddly enough his pants didn't fall down. The girls eyes went to where she had struck and
she let out a loud gasp. Peyton too looked down to discover he had grown a hard-on during his fight and hadn't even noticed he was getting one.
The girl shook her head to get her gaze off his boner and charged again, this time with her dagger hand over her head.
He caught her hand and quickly jolted it, sending the dagger flying out of reach.

The girl struggled to break free of his grip, but it was like being grabbed by a vice.
He got a better look at her now, she was actually attractive, deep brown eyes, made
to look even darker by her brown hair, small nose, full lips and..
he couldn't help himself but his gaze lowered to her breasts that were concealed by a tight
green tunic, he could clearly see her nipples, they were hard and pressing against her shirt.
It had been a while since he had held any woman in his arms... about six months now.
He put his other arm across the front of her shoulders and held her against him.

She still struggled but she was getting tired. "If you're going to kill me then do it, I can't fight any more" she said,
as tears began to form at the sides of her eyes. "Oh hush girl, i'm not going to kill you" he said, the girl turned her head
to the side to try and look at him, but couldn't quite pull it off due to how he held her.
He slid his right hand down her body and slipped it under her pants, his questing fingers found their prize.
he ran his middle finger up and down the middle of her pussy before inserting it
into the warm depths of her cunt. He brought his finger in, and out, in, and out, over and over.
The girl moaned andbegan to relax in his arms and he fingered her. He slid his ring finger in as
well and continued to finger her. He took her relaxed state to his advantage to ask,
"what is your name?", "T-Tryst", she said in between gasps. She was getting close to
release, he could see that.. but he had other plans. He stopped fingering her and brought
his hand out of her pants. "No please, don't stop" she wimpered, still afraid of dieing
even after his proclamation of his intentions. "Disrobe" he commanded and she did,
almost as if she couldn't do it quick enough. He motioned for her to spread her legs a littlle, which she did.

Peyton pulled his pants siftly to the side and let them fall on their own and stepped forward and slid is erection
between her legs amd began to rub the head of his member against the lips of her pussy, teasing her.
She shivered in anticipation and began to cry "please don't tease me, just.. FUCK ME!"
He couldn't control himself any longer and slammed himself up into her hot, welcoming vagina.
She screamed in pleasure as he impaled her. She hooked her hands back bahind him to support herself

Even if she was a thief, she was still a young girl, his demeanor softened and he became more gentle.
He kissed her on the kneck, causing her to giggle. she began to move a little as he fucked her.
She let out a loud yelp as she came, her juices shooting out like a waterfall as she orgasmed (Good thing he was behind her!).
Peyton was not quite done yet though, he picked her up and contineud to fuck her while holding her.
she seemd to moan louder with each thrust. Eventually Peyton began to feel a quivering in his loins, at last he qould find release.
Tryst Came again and Peyton grunted. He came deep into her, filling her pussy with his seed.
Cum seeped out from her pussy and fell to the ground, Tryst quivered in exctasy from her last orgasm and became limp.

He layed her down on the ground softly, she was already asleep.
he kneeled down and kissed her on the cheek. "Sweet dreams little Tryst" He said as he went over to the stream and began
to bath (What he intended to do fro mthe beginnign anyway!). He got dressed again, beign no particular rush to get dressed
he took his time. Peyton looked down at Tryst and smiled, "Two to one..

He laid down beside her with his hands behind his head and, against his better judgement, fell asleep.

~A woman strode toward him, her curls bouncing from side to side as she rose her sword up towards him, she rushed forward and feigned a sword attack before
bashing him in the head with her shield. "I thought i told you to fight with all your might?
I didn't know you were as strong as a dead fish!". He smirked and brought his booked blade down, using the hook
to trip her. he stood over her with his sword inchs from her face... then offered her a hand up.
she accepted it and he pulled her to her feet. PEYTON!!" boomed a loud voice, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU AND ABELIA DOING?
I TOLD YOU TWO TO FIGHT, NOT PLAY GRAB-ASS!!". They both looked at eachother and laughed.
Abelia...~

Peyton awoke to find Tryst had rolled over and put an arm over him in an embrace.
He looked over at her and smiled again before slipping out from under her arm, softly, so he would nto wake her.
He then noticed a strange smell in the air, sort of like...
"Smoke?... Fire!" he said and rushed off to the camp.

The camp was completely ablaze, the bodies of the dead and dying lay everywhere.
As he looked around the camp he noticed a figure amongst the flames.
It was a young girl, no older than Tryst. The girl wore A ragged green Garment,
held together by purple stitching, she had green hair but the thing he remembered were those
eyes, those purple eyes..

She seemed to dissapear as the girl jumped straight over him and landed behind him, bringing her bladed-ring weapon
down beside him as she landed behind him. She leaned in from behind and whispered sensually in his ear "Oh Mr. Butcher,
what did you do with my masters body?"

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Why did she call him butcher? Why did she kill the camp..
HOW DID HE PUT HIS PANTS BACK ON WITH A CUT BELT!? stay tuned for more!