[M4F] Script: Closely Guarded Secrets

Back already? That was a rather short dinner, wasn’t it?

*laugh* Oh? Suggested you should retire? Let me guess, your dad said something along the lines of “this next part isn’t for ladies, why don’t you run off back to your room for the evening, dear?” Or did he actually try to be subtle?

*almost shocked* Excuse me? Do I address everyone like what?

You don’t have to remind me of my occupation. Of course I’m a guard, I know that. Oh, I’m sorry, were you expecting to hear me say “Oh, welcome back m’lady! I hope your candle-lit feast with the nobility of the castle was pleasant. Is there anything I can help you with before” - oh, come on! Don’t do me dirty like that. I’ve heard how you talk, I’ve heard how you complain. Don’t all the little lordlings trying to woo you away do that bs enough already?

You look shocked. Is it that someone “below you” is talking like this? Or, is it because you didn’t know how easily sound travels through this door? I know you’re only visiting for the week, so consider yourself lucky that I’m the one standing here. Someone else might snitch about everything they hear you “discuss” with your handmaids. I think it’s hilarious though, honestly. And usually pretty savage, though, true from what I’ve heard.

Eavesdropping? Me? Well…. Yeah. All the time. What else am I supposed to do, stood here for hours on end? I’m sorry, but I honestly can’t help it. If there is a single noise, and nothing else to pay attention to, wouldn’t you listen?

Okay, look, what am I gunna do? Tell the son of the Lord of Barrak that everyone knows he hasn’t banged all the maids here? That the way he walks, his incredible ability of talking loudly over anyone else whenever they speak up, or his obsession of being perceived as a brute of hulking strength even when doing simple things like closing a door, are all… pathetic, and more likely to attract a bear in the woods than literally any female?

…I think I’d be hanged.

Oh, come on, don’t try to hide that laugh. You do agree, don’t you? I mean, I get the basic, being physically fit is attractive, but… if your biceps suck all the blood from your brain, I don’t want to know what kind of sounds must come out in bed, especially hearing the nonsensical gibberish he roars at the table.

But no, you don’t have to worry. I won’t tell a soul the things you laugh about once this door is closed. If rumors ever started to spread, you’d know exactly who they came from, and I am sure one word to your father later, and….. I’d probably be hanged for that too.

Oh please, it’s… well, it’s something that I’ve learned to take for granted…. The fact that my own life is taken for granted. That’s the way it is with the common folk. I wouldn’t be surprised if I woke up the next day to find that I’m being sent off to the south, and then thrown onto the front lines from there.

Ah… I probably shouldn’t have said that bit, huh? I take it then, that you didn’t know much about the, erm… “tensions” in the south?

*sigh* Well, I guess you already have enough to swing me from a rope at a moment’s notice. Yeah. That’s exactly what your dad has been talking about every evening in that hall, after you leave. It’s all the nobles have been discussing for weeks. They seem more and more worried, especially since the king won’t be going.

*in a “god damnit” sort of way” I really should learn when to stop talking, shouldn’t I? Oh well, uh… I mean exactly that, the king won’t be joining the army if war breaks out. That bit of info, I won’t make a snide comment about, because there are just too many rumors and speculations as to why, and I haven’t picked the best yet.

What do you mean, what difference would that make? Have you heard any of the stories of the last war we fought? No? Have you…. Have you even heard of the Iverian Dragon?

*snort* Oh no, not the children’s story, of the scaly lizard under the mountain. I’m pretty sure parents came up with that one, generations ago, so that their kids wouldn’t try to wander off towards the mines. Still a favorite of mine. But, no, I’m talking about the actual person. The herotic title given an unmatched warrior, who now resides here in this castle.

Well I…. I don’t even know where to begin. But…

What, here in the hallway? I’m sure this looks strange enough as is, if anyone were to walk by and see us.

Come in? I… I can’t even begin to think of an excuse if I were caught by someone else in your room, with the door closed. They might kill me on the spot.

Alright, come on, what would I get in return then? Huh?

What do I mean? Don’t get me wrong, it is nice of you to invite me in to sit down and tell you a story, but I could really get my ass whooped if I was caught slacking on my duty. As long as you tell them you asked me to step inside, my life will be spared, but I’ll still get some sort of punishment. So what’ll you give me for it?

No, no, come on, I don’t want money. That’s boring. Money just fucks people in the head. I want… Something more interesting. Tell me a story in return, give me some juicy rumor, a kiss, a letter you’re not supposed to share, I don’t know. Something exciting.

Yeah? Oh, me first huh? Alright, I’ll give you that much. But I hope you’ve thought of something interesting by the end. Hmmm, oh? You’ll try? Well, alright.

*chuckle* Yes, yes, about the dragon. It’s not some exciting adventure or questing story that you might be expecting. It’s kinda sad and tragic. You sure? Alright.

Where do I even begin? I’m sure you must have heard at least something of the dragon? No? Not even that old - well, I say old, old to me and probably you, at least - but, not even that old rhyme?

The one that goes like this:

“Have you heard how The Dragon got his name?

Of days long past, of legend and fame?

The rumors they sow are plenty, all know,

But few recall the source of that flame.”

You have heard that before then, haven’t you? I can see it on your face. It was probably the beginning of a bard’s tale, before your father scooped you up, muttered something about bedtime, and started to walk away, before you could hear what followed. I can’t blame him. I don’t think any child needs to know those stories.

Did you know, it was actually Gallant’s mother who was supposed to inherit the throne. *chuckle* Yeah, really, it’s not something often talked about. I don’t know much of her story myself, but, the bits that I have uncovered, if you will, are rather dark. Actually, the whole family’s history, save for that of prince Gallant himself, is… unfortunate, to say the least.

Well, some say it was a curse, some say she was born that way, and others say… it developed. Whether through unknown circumstances or, depending on who you ask, abuse much earlier in her life, but all seem to agree that, at some point, she simply… went mad.

*laugh* That is a vague term, isn’t it? It’s hard to say exactly; just like you, I wasn’t there. That’s the word thrown around: “mad”. Lost her mind, went insane, however you think of that phrase, but, I don’t really know the specifics. I’m sure anyone would tell you a different symptom. Hearing voices, thinking she was someone else, an uncontrollable change of temperament, or simply being vacant all the time. I’ve heard them all, and I don’t know which to believe. *sigh* But, it didn’t change the outcome.

What outcome? Have you seen Gallant’s mother? *laugh* No, of course not. No one has. Not for…. Well, maybe as many as twenty-five years now.

Oh no, they didn’t lock her up. I don’t know if that would be better or worse, but… I guess she’d still be here, if that was the case. At least in body. No, she threw herself from the keep’s tower, right onto the rocks of the shore below.

Well, that was the first question of course. Isn’t it always, when royalty dies? Who’s guilty? Who did it? Handmaids, who had grown to loath her over the years? A guard, maybe, upset that he could not have her? The king himself, knowing that her death, and the lack of daughter, would ascend him to the throne?

But that is where the story really starts, in a way. Because it wasn’t the king, not at all, it couldn’t have been. He wasn’t even at the keep when it happened, and his reaction when he came home was… Well, more than enough to eliminate the thought that, perhaps he had ordered someone to do it.

It was ahh…. Well, it’s kind of hard to describe, and I’m not actually sure exactly what he did. Though, I’m not sure I would have wanted to be around, just to know that answer.

Hmmm? Oh sure, I mean it was what, only a generation ago? Plenty of the older guards and workers were here, *sharp inhale* but I have learned not to ask them about that. I think the kindest response I’ve gotten was simply a blank stare before they walked away. Most will berate you. Though, I think berate is too soft of a word. More like… yell at you in a way that just… washes you over with shame and guilt and makes your skin crawl, and made me wish I could just squeeze my way into the cracks between the bricks on the walls, just to leave the conversation. And of course, it wouldn’t answer my question.

*chuckle* I did make it sound like I had an answer, didn’t I? That’s because I’m a dirty fuckin snoop, and can’t seem to keep my nose out of other people’s business. Especially when there’s such a good story involved. I mean, come on, you’d be curious too, wouldn’t you? So I uh… poked around, in a lot of places that I probably shouldn’t.

*laugh* Oh, I’m talking like, diaries, journals, books that usually aren’t accessible to guards, military reports, letters between nobility. It was kind of exciting.

Oh, I am sure it would have gotten me into more than just “a lot of trouble”. But… you wouldn’t tell, would you? Of course not. That’s what anyone who wants to hear the end of the story would say.

*laugh* Oh, I trust you. I wouldn’t have opened my mouth if I didn’t. I mean, I’ve been the one on duty to guard your room each night, and you trust me with that. It has to go both ways, doesn’t it?

*silence for a moment, then laugh again* Oh alright, I’ll keep going. You look like a hawk, ready to drop on its prey, you’re so focused. Uuuuuh, oh, right. So, sadly, no one… talked about? Wrote about? Thought about? Mentioned? What exactly happened in a way that made a lot of sense, but the feeling that I get from it, is that it was horrifying.

Now, I was not at the castle during this time. I wasn’t even in the capital city, I was off north in some small hovel smacking my friends with sticks, but I was alive, and I was old enough to remember the change in attitude that came afterward. Up until that point, and for a few years after because stories take a while to spread, I had always been taught that our king was a very loving one. Kind, generous, friendly, almost to a fault in fact, and that it was the queen who kept things in check and ruled more firmly. But something broke in that man, and I think it was the shift in personality, out of all the changes, that truly terrified people. But the title, the name, the attribution of that mountainous serpent, came from their common affinity for fire.

What do I mean? Hmmmm… Surely, you must have heard of The Dragon’s success on the battlefield, during the peak of his reign? No? That makes this more difficult…

Why? Well, because I don’t want you to laugh. I don’t want you to smile awkwardly, nod, and then ask me to leave because you think I’m crazy, or have just been lying this whole time.

Ah, you say that now. But the reality of what our king could do, of what our king was, and, perhaps still is… well, it isn’t something most people just accept.

Ah! Tell me, when was the last time you’ve been to a healer? I don’t mean the midwives and maids who use their herbs and knowledge - though that is certainly more legitimate than the nobles who think sticking a leech to your side will cure all. I mean a legitimate healer. A miracle worker, as us common folk call them. One of the high and holy, yet… slowly falling from grace, simply because of which god they follow.

Also never? Now that is a shame in itself, but perhaps it would be a better place to start. Seeing something like that, like the work they do… It reshapes your perspective of reality. Maybe then you’ll be a little more receptive of what lurks behind the title of our king.

What? *laugh* Well, if I have to say it more plainly, no! I won’t tell you! I’m sorry, but something that I have taken so seriously, that I know you just won’t believe… well, it’ll be painful.

No, of course not just anyone gets to see a high-healer - if that’s really what you call them, damn - if they did, the world would be a different place. But! It’s late. It’s your bedtime, isn’t it? Maybe my story’s drawn on too long.

*laughing* Oh, I know you want more. But if I give it to you all at once, then what would make you come back to me for more?

Plus, isn’t it my turn now?

My turn for what? Did you forget your promise? A lady, not keeping her word? For shame!

Oh, that’s right, you do remember. So? I’m waiting. Don’t you have a story for me? Hmmmm, not off the top of your head, that’s too bad, though I did give you a bit to think. What about a rumor then, hmm? I hear you talk about them all the time with your guests. Not sure? Have I really proven myself to be that much of a gossip? *to self* Damn, I’ve gotta get better about that.

Alright, fine, I’ll settle for a letter then. What? I mean, really, any boring correspondence, you really don’t know how interesting I find the way you guys talk to each other.

Not a single one?

Hmmm. I would say, that sounds like you just don’t want to give me anything… But you seem to be holding your breath. *grinning* So maybe you /do/ remember the one other thing I listed, hmm?

Nuh-uh, you’re not getting out of this one by sitting there silently. Straighten up all you want, I can stare into those eyes until you break if I have to.

Hmmm? A what? That was a little quiet, I couldn’t quite hear.

*laugh* Oh, so it was the kiss you were after, all along.

*kissin sounds start, and so does part 2*

Part 2:

*One kiss sound*

Oh? *chuckle* You look a little surprised. The way you’re leaning in, how your eyes had closed, and… was your hand sneaking up to my face? My dear lady, were you really going to give me more than just one kiss?

Ah ah ah, don’t pull away and be embarrassed. *lower* I only meant that, that would be very generous of you. *kissing continues and goes on for a little bit*

*between kisses* You’re pretty good at this. I know all those old fucks want to live in their ignorance that their daughters are pure - whatever the fuck that means - as long as they can be. But I can tell you’ve done this before. *closer* And I love that. *chuckle* Do you know why? Some snob might care where your lips have been, but all it means to me, is that you know what you’re doing. Practice makes perfect. I’m glad you get to try yourself out on me.

*more kissing* Hmmm, your hands seem to be clawing at my shirt. Do you need me to take it off for you?

Oh? A please? From the lady to her guard? A request, instead of an order? Gods, imagine what your father would think, if he knew anything of what was happening tonight. Or don’t. Don’t even think about him, not now. *closer* Just ask me that again.

*laugh* Oh dear, do you like asking me, like that for a change? So used to telling all of your workers each day, ordering them about, ordering me about… that slight whimper in your voice… Does someone want to switch places? To not have to think and issue commands, but instead, to just listen… to me, and obey?

*chuckle* What a good fucking girl. Then go on, let your hands slide further. I can feel you inching along my chest, whatever are you shy about? At this point? But if you need me to tell you, then I will. Go on, grab me, let your fingers dig in a little bit, there, is that better? Don’t you like feeling the skin, the muscles underneath? Hmmmm, but your hands still seem to be creeping a bit further down. Go on, let them go lower.

Why are you being so cautious, hmmm? As nobility, aren’t you supposed to take what you want? I can see your eyes glancing down. It’s obvious, with the way you keep breaking the kiss. Maybe you’re not quite as clever and subtle as you think, when you’re all riled up and in heat. *laugh* Oh? Did you like that? Well you are, aren’t you? So what do you need then? Is this belt in your way?

Nuh-uh, not just a nod. I don’t have to take it off. Mmmmm, there’s that “please” again. You better be careful, lady, I like the way that sounds. I could get used to it. That’s a dangerous power for someone in your position, to give someone in mine.

Well, go on then. If it’s in your way, take it off. I won’t do it for you. Hmmm, you still pause. Have you changed your mind? Or… do you need me to tell you exactly what to do?

*laugh* Didn’t I just say to be careful with that? What will you do if that “please” slips out when we’re around others?

But alright. How could I say no?

Then take your hands, and undo the clasp. There you go, Now, why don’t you pull my belt all the way off, but! Look up here, that’s better. Look into my eyes while you do. What a good girl.

Hmmm, that’s a bit better, isn’t it? But oh dear, that thing you still want, I see how you’re looking at the outline, it’s still covered. You have to take off my pants too, don’t you?

*laughing again* Yes, sir? Well, I’m hardly a knight, but if you want my “sword” so badly, I won’t stop you from calling me one. Go on, untie the knot. There, give it a good pull to make sure it’s loose enough. What a good girl. I can see you staring. Your hand is hovering. Are you really not going to move until I tell you to?

Then, take out my cock.

*chuckle, followed by slight groan* I didn’t say to start stroking it yet. *laugh* Oh no, don’t you dare stop. I love that you did it on instinct. I love how badly you want me.

Hmmm, but that’s hardly a grip, oh no. Move over here. Yes, on the floor. That’s right, between my legs. Hmmmm, I’ll let you look at it for a bit, if you really do like the way it looks so much, but not too long. I want you to be looking at me. In my eyes. While you stroke my cock.

That’s better. What a good girl. Does being like this suit you better? On your knees, between my legs? Staring up at me, looking past my cock while your hand pumps it up and down, looking into my eyes. Do you like being able to see my expression change? My chest give a slight heave, each time your hand reaches the base?

Now, give me your other hand. Good girl. I want you to put it here, right at the base, sliding it under my balls. *groan* Mmm, can’t help but play with them a little? Fuck, do I love that. The noble lady, secretly hiding just how filthy she is. I didn’t even tell you to, and yet you’re squeezing at them, and started stroking me even faster. Mmmm, and is it just me? Or are you starting to lean in a little bit? Are you hoping I’ll tell you to do something else? Your mouth, slightly open, your tongue peeking between your teeth?

Then go on, show me what a slut you can be, when you want to. If you really want to suck it that badly, show me.

*moaning continues*

Fuck. Oh, you’re good at this too. I feel like I am getting a lot more out of this deal than we bargained. I’m getting a lot more than just a kiss; but it also looks like you’re sharing a little secret with me as well. You somehow know your way around a man’s body… better than I could have ever guessed, fuck.

*pause* Don’t think I don’t see that smile. Of course I’m getting quieter. It’s hard to keep talking, and not just… enjoy this skill of yours. Oh gods, fuck. It feels like each little moan I make just encourages you, is that right?

*groan* Fuck, oh, don’t whimper back at me. It’s hard enough to not just cum with what you’re doing, but making sounds like that isn’t fair at all.

Unless that’s what it’s doing to you? You’re enjoying sucking on my cock so much, that you can’t help but let out a moan? Is it getting that cunt nice and wet? Making that sweet spot between your legs hotter, and hotter for me? Does it need to be cooled off? Maybe with my tongue?

Fuck, not even slowing down? Oh, your tongue feels so damn good. Don’t you? Fuck… Don’t you want that? Something for that needy mound? *groan* Or are you really just content with… Oh fuck me… Doing this… and knowing how it makes me feel.

Alright… Well, if you’re going to be like that, you… *groan* wonderful fucking whore…. Then squeeze it a bit harder, while you stroke it. That’s it. Fuck. Nuh-uh, don’t look away. I can see you trying to smile, at least look into my eyes while you do it.

That’s it, push it down a bit more. Do you need some help? Yes? *chuckle* Oh no, I’ll hold your hair if I have to. I want to hear you say that again. Do you need me to help you choke on my cock? To ram it further down your throat? What do you say?

Good fucking girl. Fuck. That’s it. Deeper. Deeper. Oh dear, are your eyes starting to well up? Go on then, take a breath.

Hmmmm, you seem to be having a little too much fun. Wasn’t this supposed to be a a gift to me? In return for my story to you? *groan* Don’t get me wrong, it certainly is… but… It doesn’t seem right. That wicked smile on your face. You’re enjoying watching me writhe too much.

Ah ah ah, that doesn’t mean go faster. I /just/ said that I’ll hold your hair if I have to. Don’t you want to be told what to do? Isn’t that what you told me earlier? Isn’t that what you asked so nicely for?

Then get up on the bed. No, not like that. I’m not moving from where I am. Lay on your stomach, here, with your head still in reach of what you seem to need so badly. No, don’t start again. Not yet. Pull up your dress for me. This is supposed to be for me, so if you have too much fun watching me, I think I need to make it a bit harder to focus for you.

You look a little confused. *moan* Though it doesn’t seem to stop you from stroking. Would it make a bit more sense if I reached over, and put my hand here, between your legs? *chuckle* Fuck, you are soaked. It feels like you were having too much fun.

Hmmmm, now that’s the kind of whimper I was expecting. It’s not quite as easy anymore, is it? *chuckle* Mmmm, but you’re so smooth and soft here. I don’t think I’ll be taking my hand out. Not until you’re done at least.

You seem to be pausing. Are you hoping I’ll explore a little more? I can’t really see what my hand is doing, so I have to feel around a little bit. But, you have such a nice feeling cunt, that I kind of want to take my time. Slide my thumb along the edges here… Hmmm, I love the way it stands out. It makes it just so much easier to pinch… just like this… not too hard of course, but just enough to really let you know what I’m holding.

Oh? Now suddenly you’re the one who doesn’t like being teased, hmmm? You want to be told what to do, until it comes to something that you really want? What, is your clit that needy?

Hmmm, it certainly feels that needy. This precious little bulb, right here. Mmmm, see? Now you’re the one twitching. Writhing. Oh dear, did you really get yourself so worked up that you might just cum from this alone? And so soon, too.

*Closer* That’s okay. Of course it is. I want to feel you shake. I want you to cum, all over my hand.

Do you want me to cum, too? Is that really what you need so badly? Fuck, that’s it. Good girl, pull on the balls a bit more too. Mmmmm, do you like that idea? Feeling me twitch in your mouth, until I explode? Does the idea work this little cunt up even more? I can feel you grinding into my hand, harder, and harder. Mmmm, do you like my fingers pushed deep in there, while I keep rubbing at your clit?

You certainly like it enough to keep moaning for me. And those pleading eyes, fuck. Is this your way of saying that you can’t last much longer? You don’t want to cum alone? You’d be so much happier, feeling my cum shoot down your throat, while you let yourself finish on my hand?

Fuck, that’s it. Yeah? Is that what you’ve been craving? You’ve been eyeing me up, not just to see how I’d fuck you, cause don’t you worry, if that’s what you want, you can have that, but also wondering how my cock would fit in your throat? Wondering how I’d taste, and feel, and what the look on my face would be, when you swallow my load?

Your hips are moving too much now for you to hide it. Are you going to cum? Do you need to?

Then why don’t you ask me for it, hmm? Like you have everything else? That’s it, good girl. Stroke me faster, look into my eyes, and ask me…. Beg me, to keep rubbing your clit, so that you can get that release you need so badly.

*chuckle* Hmmm? Oh? What was that?

Oh, do you really need it that badly? The added whimper in your voice, the way your whole lower body moves to the same rhythm of my hand, you really do need to cum, don’t you? It’s not even a want anymore, it’s something you have to have.

How could I say no?

Then cum for me… cum…. Fuck, I can’t hold it any longer…. I’m going to… fuck…. I’m going to cum. Cum for me. Cum…. *finish*

*lays panting for a bit*

*chuckle* Maybe I do owe you more of that story, hmm? After that?

*hears voice in the distance* Oh fuck… Did you hear that? Was that a voice? Fuck, uhm… Yeah, yeah, stand up, uh… Let me pull up my… oh man, my hand is soaked. I didn’t get my cum all over you, did… Hmmm *chuckle* No I guess not, you… kind of took it all. Well, uh… *laugh* I guess it’s only fair if I clean up… The “fun” that you had, on my hand *licking noises*.

*laugh* Oh come on now, don’t blush like that. Can you stand fine? Your legs look a little shaky. Are you sure? Alright.

What? *laugh* Don’t worry, I’m not going far. I’ll be on the other side of that door all night long. But… Like I said before, I really shouldn’t be caught in here, with you.

Someone might be worried about what could happen, between a lady and her guard, behind a closed door. *chuckle*