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Friday, 25 July 2025

Scarlet Dianne

The sun was almost directly overhead when I approached the great gates of the mountain stronghold of Unzar. I could already feel the eyes of its guards fixed on me as I got closer, not surprised given the skimpy two-piece outfit I was wearing and the amount of luscious skin I was showing off. After a half-day's walk my body glistened with a faint layer of sweat, my slightly toned musculature beautifully defined, but I still moved with a pantherish grace. The caravan I was travelling with, three wagons carrying slaves and goods from the decadent port city of Kharagz, was slightly behind, a small fortune in gems hidden amid my belongings.

Smuggling was how I lived, wandering the caravan roads by using my body as currency. My arrangement with the current caravan was a simple one, I'd whored myself to the crew and would distract Unzar's guards long enough for the caravan to pass unmolested. Spotting a pair of guards, as tall and imposing as the men I usually enjoyed, start marching towards the caravan I skipped forward, placing myself seductively in their path.
"Noble warriors. You must be weary from the heat. Let me give you respite and comfort."
The men took in my barely-clothed form before briefly glancing at each other, the hint of a smirk appearing on their faces. They both loomed over me as I led them away from the queue entering Unzar and I was careful to playfully tease them, to keep them hooked.

***

The guards were as aroused by my teasing as I was by them, pulling me into the first crevice we came across. The sounds of sex, my sensuous moaning and the guards’ grunts, soon drifted out, an aura of carnality hanging over the area. A scream of pleasure, loud enough to catch attention, marked the end of our encounter and the guards shakily emerged from the crevice. I darted past them a moment later, clutching ripped fabric against my curves, but as I passed under the arch of the gateway I slowed my pace to a saunter.

I'd been to Unzar before, found it to be a place of intrigues and also fun. The mountain armed what seemed like half the continent, smugglers like myself keeping it appearing neutral to a world in turmoil. I quickly found the caravan, collecting my possessions and pressing my lips softly to its master's cheek before disappearing.

My instructions were to take the gems to a palace on Unzar's upper levels, one of those palaces that broke through the skin of the mountain. One of those palaces owned by the truly rich and powerful. I hurriedly change, I always had a spare outfit ready to wear, before climbing towards the mountain's peak. The crowds began thinning, guards turning up in larger numbers, until I was virtually alone, padding along well-made hallways and past solid-looking doors. I stopped in front of one, checking its rune for a moment, before glancing at the guard standing opposite.

***

She was lean, her mouth set into a stern line, and radiated a sense of danger. She was around the same height as me, her armour was what made her bigger, and merely inclined her head as I sidled up to her.
"I reckon, lady knight, that you’re security for this palace. Care to let me in to see your master Lord Vasilrian."
"Lord Vasilrian has no time for wanton creatures like you."
I pulled a letter from among my belongings, waved it in front of the guard.
"Present this to your master. He will see me after that."
She scowled, snatching the letter from my hand, and pushed past me, hitting the door in a particular pattern. It was opened a crack, the guard slipping through, and then was slammed shut, the bang echoing along the hallway. I had a smirk on my face, pleased with myself for irritating the guard, and moved to stand in the alcove.

Pretending to be a guard soon became boring, there wasn't even anyone to talk with, and I slouched, sliding down the wall until I was sitting on the floor. When the palace door began opening I was using my dagger to carve idle patterns into the stone, my head snapping up before I climbed to my feet. The guard filled the doorway, still scowling, and slowly stepped back, her posture and voice stiff with ceremony.
"My master invites you into his domain."
I sashayed past her, adjusting my satchels, and bowed.

***

"Lord Vasilrian!"
My tone was respectful with a touch of spice and I was careful to keep my eyes aimed at the floor, mindful of the traditions I was taking part in. When he spoke his voice was full of power, when he let me straighten I quivered. Vasilrian was a man I'd happily writhe beneath, broad-shouldered and possessing an air you'd want to submit to, and he reclined in his throne like he was born for one.
"Scarlet. You come bearing goods for me?"
I let the satchels slip to the floor, squatted while retrieving a bloodstone from within one.
"I bring a down payment for services you can provide."
"I read your letter, that your employer requires the Great Hunt. Surely someone in your position must be aware of its condition, especially since you had a part to play in said condition." I felt my stomach drop, felt the results of previous contracts catch up with me. "Ordinarily anyone responsible would find themselves in an axeman's custody. But you've made yourself just so pretty."

I sensed the guard come up behind me, she and another firmly placed hands on my shoulders. I'm forced to my knees, watched as Vasilrian approaches until I was staring up at him, until he was looming over me. He pulled a length of leather from his belt, my gaze focused on the holes punched through it, and wrapped it tight around my throat.
"I've decided your punishment will be to be my slave."

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