Chapter 16
The Perfect Day
The sky had been full of stars, the night birds had sung their desert songs and the many warm mulled wines Zanzo had drunk in the castle gardens while he had waited for the perfect end to the perfect day had been wonderful. He had walked through the corridors of the keep with a skip to his stride as giddy excitement took over. Then unable to wait any longer he ran the rest of the way to his chambers, almost kicking his door open.
He stood there now and looked over his rooms. The huge window by his kingly bed was open and the silky curtains waved gently with the warm night air, he smelt incense burning and breathed deep lungfuls of the sweet smoke.
He moved to his bed and was delighted to see the outline of a slender figure lying across it on her side.
A slither of moonlight showed full breasts with hardened nipples, he sat down next to her and ran his hand gently over them, Mercy gasped with pleasure as he pinched and caressed one of them. His heart beat fast at the noise and he felt the blood quickly and pleasantly migrate south to his crotch. Her hand also chose to migrate there, it began squeezing and rubbing with the thumb in small circles. Zanzo would go slow and be romantic of course, he was a Librestan gentleman after all.
Her hand slid down into his pants and began pumping away, he was the one gasping now. Somewhere outside he heard people shouting and to his annoyance, screams. A real mood killer.
People were really having a good time out there but there was such a thing as too much fun, he wondered at that but wasn’t given much time to think on it as he felt his trousers being roughly pulled down before being dragged across the bed by his prick.
“oww! What are you do— ohhhh…” Mercy was still pumping away at Libresta’s finest but now she had her mouth around it as well, he felt her tongue doing all kinds of things and her free hand was massaging his dangling jewels now. Pleasant to be sure, maybe too pleasant, it was too early in the night to spill his milk.
Zanzo De La Cruz was a great lover of history after all, and he would prove it, he pulled his prick from her mouth and gave her face a few customary slaps of ownership before flipping her over onto her front and pulling her arse up to face his heroic member, he let the moment drag on, savouring the tension before driving it home. She cried a husky groan of pleasure and Zanzo nearly spilt his seed right there and then but years of training prevented him from doing so, he thought of unappealing things like the fat, sweaty woman Mercy had sat next to at the feast or Roxanne taking a shit and just like that he was back in full control.
Slap, slap, slap was the music of their rhythm as they growled and thrust against one another. There was still screaming outside and clattering, banging noises. Idiots, the only banging that matters is going on in here he thought, then pushed his attention back to Mercy as their sweaty bodies writhed against each other, she had climaxed twice now and he felt it was his turn so he reached forward grabbing her hair with one hand, which felt… long?, was it long? Who cares? He pulled her head back and kissed her deeply, then pushed her forward again inserting his thumb into her arsehole. She cried out and tensed up from the shock of it, incidentally tightening her quim around him.
“Ooo—OoO—Ooh—MERCY!!!! He cried out as he released a gush of liquid, Librestan silver into her. He was spent now and sleepy, he flopped down onto the bed next to her, panting heavily.
Mercy’s hand ran over his chest in small circles then moved down to his flaccid penis.
“Girl haven’t you had enough?” He said playfully.
“No I certainly haven’t” Mercy purred, in a husky voice that didn’t sound right at all.
“I won’t be showing you any mercy tonight I’m afraid”
She moved closer to him coming into the moonlight, Zanzo squinted looking at the familiar face of the woman who was now biting her lower lip.
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“Oh, Lady Torren..—“ he stammered, startled in the extreme, “…that was.. amazing”
How the fuck has this happened??! He raged inwardly. The yelling and screaming outside intensified and Zanzo was suddenly glad of it. “What is that noise?!” He shouted charging across the room naked, but really fleeing from the situation.
He flung his doors open ready to scream at a bunch of drunken apes; it wasn’t drunk apes that awaited him however, it was bodies and blood. Zanzo, already reeling from the shock of realising he’d bedded the wrong woman, had no idea what to make of this new development. A guard was shoving a spear into a groaning man who lay on the floor, one of the sullen skeleton clad men from earlier?
Around them lay sliced open bodies of the wedding guests, was that? No... It was the man who had so nobly given Zanzo his ale earlier. He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his throat a bloody ruin. A spilled tankard of ale lay next to him. Zanzo rushed over to his side numbly and dipped his toe in the spilled ale. Cold he thought. The hero had died trying to bring Zanzo a cold ale. He knelt down beside his fallen comrade and whispered,
“Sometimes redemption is possible and our bravest sons will traverse the murky carnage of destiny to attain it,” He closed the man's eyes, “sleep well my friend,” he whispered.
“Lord Zanzo!!” A voice cried out, pulling him from the solemnity of the moment. A small group of guards were running down the corridor from his right towards him, and more blood spattered guests were following behind. The same was occurring on his left. Lady Torren had also made her way to his door wrapped in his blanket “what in the name of Timeran is going on out here!” She shouted at him.
“It looks like your new daughter's guests got a bit rowdy” he replied absently. The guards and the milling throng of scared guests stopped outside his room. All of them muttering and crying to one another. A guard approached him. “Lord Zanzo, a terrible travesty has occurred here.” Zanzo’s nakedness didn’t seem to bother him at all but then why would it? Zanzo’s naked body could only inspire morale in the hearts of these dishevelled wretches. He reached forward putting a fatherly hand on the guard's shoulder. “What happened?” He asked.
“Yes what happened?!” Shouted Lady Torren from behind who had thus far gone unnoticed. The guard and his fellows went rigid when they saw who was addressing them. They looked at her wrapped in a thin blanket then back at Zanzo as if only now noticing his nudity.
“Oh Lady… Torren” the guard squawked wrong footed. “It’s Lord Torren… and your.. your”
“Spit it out fool!” She shouted at him, her face going pale. The guard, who Zanzo noticed was just a young lad really, looked away with tears in his eyes.
“Lord Torren is dead, and so is your son” came a gravelly voice from somewhere nearby, the crowd parted in fear as Greeves walked through it, his black blade drawn and running with blood that steamed in the cool night air.
Lady Torren fell to her knees and screamed.
“You lying Orak filth!!!” She wailed at him.
“It’s true my lady I’m so sorry” said the sobbing guard. Elaina doubled over with uncontrollable cries of anguish and another guard ran to her side to steady her.
Greeves stopped short of Zanzo and wiped his blade clean on the tunic of a dead skeleton soldier. Some of the women gasped at this and cowered. The men glared at him.
“Master Greeves, maybe you should put that sword away. Greeves arched a grizzled eyebrow at him and his exposed crotch.
“If you put yours away” he said.
“What’s going on over here, where’s Zanzo? Is he ok?!” Came a worried, familiar voice that made his heart sink.
Mercy pushed through the crowd to the front, there was blood down the front of her dress and she had daggers in her hands. A battered and bruised Eli and Jax stood either side of her, looking embarrassed when they saw him.
Mercy’s eyes were wide with surprise, she looked at him, then at the crying Lady Torren wrapped in his blanket and came to a quick conclusion.
“Mercy!” He pleaded, stepping towards her. “It’s not how it looks!”
“So this is why you didn’t meet me at my room?!” She spat at his feet then turned and ran away through the crowd of gawking onlookers.
Her room.. yes, it was her room I was to meet her at! He slapped his hands to his head and groaned.
“Oh dear,” said Greeves from behind him. Zanzo turned and saw the Orak smiling, with his scarred, grey face covered in drying blood, it really was terrifying.
“I guess I didn’t need to warn you off after all, you made her hate you all on your own.” Greeves followed after Mercy and left Zanzo in the shattered ruins of the perfect day.