Chapter 2: CHapter 2 | Marked for Death
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YouTube Title: Aroul by The Taaalbi Brothers
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"Six bags of Gold, a thousand on each" said the individual
Eve's piercing gaze fixates on her counterpart, a momentary silence hanging in the air as she carefully weighs her options. With a calculated pause, she finally breaks the stillness, her voice laced with determination, "Two bags, this instant. The remainder can follow suit, and then, my friend, we shall have ourselves a deal."
The individual emitted a low, guttural groan, a testament to their inner turmoil. Yet, despite the weight of their reluctance, they agreed to Eve's demands, their resolve wavering. With a heavy sigh, they finally mustered the courage to voice their burning curiosity, their words dripping with a mix of incredulity and genuine intrigue, "What are you even doing with all your money?"
Eve's lips curl into a mischievous smile as a soft giggle escapes her. With a playful glint in her eyes, she retorts, "Ah, the essentials: gear, sustenance, and shelter." Her voice takes on a seductive tone as she adds, "And, naturally, the company of exquisite women gracing my bed in the moonlit hours."
With a disbelieving shake of the head and a disdainful expression etched upon their face, the individual swiftly regains composure. In a swift motion, he retrieved a mysterious journal from his possession, unveiling it to Eve with a flourish. The table served as a platform for their encounter, as he presented the enigmatic artifact for her inspection.
"Explaining time, carry on Krav" said Eve
Krav's eyes narrowed as he retrieved the journal from his satchel, its worn leather cover hinting at the secrets it held within. With a determined gaze, he flipped open the pages, each one filled with meticulous notes and cryptic symbols. The weight of its importance settled upon him, a burden he willingly shouldered for the sake of Eve's mission. Krav's eyes gleamed with a mix of anticipation and pride as he unveiled the first couple of pages of the journal to Eve. The air crackled with tension as she laid her eyes upon the numerous portraits meticulously arranged within its weathered pages. Each face stared back at her, frozen in time, their fates hanging in the balance. The weight of her mission settled upon her shoulders, and she knew that she held the power to determine their destinies. The targets stood before them, a formidable force divided into three branches. Each branch carried its own weight, labeled with the titles of Prime, Sub, and Optional.
"Optional targets? First time I saw that on the kill list" said Eve
Krav then replies, "Unfortunately, our spies do not have sufficient data on all of these individuals, so we won't know whether they are part of "them" or not." and adds, "And we don't have time for further intelligence gathering because the high emperor has had his eye on us for a while now and has begun to distribute counter spies himself to track us down"
"So it's up to me to judge if they are considered hostile or not?" asked Eve
Krav nods
Krav's eyes dart across the pages, his fingers flipping them with precision. Finally, he lands on a page that reveals the intricate layout of the kingdom. The parchment is adorned with detailed illustrations, showcasing the sprawling network of access and departure points leading to the grand palace. It is a treasure trove of information, a roadmap for Eve's clandestine journey. Krav, with a flourish of his hand, revealed the next page, unveiling the intricate blueprint of the palace. Every corridor, chamber, balcony, and secret tunnel was meticulously depicted, capturing the grandeur and complexity of the building's structure.
"I assume this was all possible due to our spies that are maids?" stated Eve
Krav's steely gaze locked onto his interlocutor as he nodded in affirmation. "Our own spies," he declared, his voice laced with a hint of intrigue, "disguised as maids, guards, and even nobles." With a calculated pause, he continued, his tone brimming with confidence, "As a result, when you arrive, you shall find yourself surrounded by colleagues, ready to join forces in this perilous endeavor."
Moving on to the next few pages is the plan on how to get inside the palace in the first place without being suspicious. The grand design had been set in motion, envisioning Eve as a knight of esteemed lineage, her name forever etched in the annals of nobility. To bring this vision to fruition, she would be required to partake in a momentous knight selection ceremony, a gathering of the highest echelons of society. It was within the hallowed halls of this event that she would be compelled to demonstrate her mettle in combat, captivating the discerning eyes of the attending nobles. With any luck, her display of prowess would entice those of elevated rank to extend their patronage, welcoming her into their esteemed families.
"Do note that skilled blade masters and warriors may be present at the ceremony" said Krav
Eve scoffs in reply
With a determined gaze, Krav's fingers dance across the pages of the journal, flipping them with precision and purpose. His eyes scan the words, searching for the hidden treasure buried within the inked lines. And there, amidst the sea of texts, he finds it - the coveted list of events that will unfold within the palace's luxurious walls during their perilous sixty-day mission. The King, with an air of regality, is poised to grace the festivities with his presence. All eyes are drawn to the grand debut of one of the princesses, an event that is anticipated to unfold within the opulent confines of the main royal ballroom.
With a swift motion, Krav's hand gracefully turned the pages of the journal, each one whispering against the other. The anticipation in the air grew thicker as his eyes fixated on the final section, a realm yet unexplored. And with a determined gaze, he declared, "And lastly..."
Within the ink-stained pages, a tale unfolds, revealing a kingdom embroiled in the clutches of a treacherous coup. A band of rebels, driven by an unwavering determination to rid the land of their tyrannical ruler, has risen from the shadows. Their hearts aflame with righteous fury, they seek to overthrow the king, whose iron-fisted governance has left a trail of suffering in its wake. The text, etched with urgency, paints a vivid picture of a kingdom teetering on the precipice of chaos, as the rebels' audacious plot unfolds before our very eyes. Eve's gaze narrowed, her mind calculating the potential allies she could tap into amidst the chaos of the uprising. A list of names materialized before her, a web of connections waiting to be utilized. With a determined resolve, she prepared to reach out to these individuals, knowing that they held the key to her success in this tumultuous endeavor.
"Once you reach the kingdom, how you will complete the mission will be entirely dependent on the strategy that you will come up with," said Krav before adding, "You've killed royalty before, how will this be any different?"
Krav then gives the journal to Eve for her reference
"Any more questions?" asked Krav
"Infact, yeah" said Eve, before asking "Where;s my baby Aggro located?"
Krav replies "In the usual stables"
With a subtle inclination of her head, Eve acknowledges Krav's presence before gracefully making her way towards the exit, her steps purposeful and determined.
"Trust your judgements Eve, just like how we trust you" said Krav
With a mischievous smirk playing on her lips, Eve retorts, her voice dripping with confidence, "Rest assured, old man, I never doubt my own instincts."
With a determined stride, Eve emerges from the shadows of the hideout, her eyes gleaming with purpose. The city stables beckon her, their presence a testament to the bond she shares with her trusted companion, Aggro. A majestic brown stallion, Aggro has been Eve's unwavering partner since her humble beginnings as a novice in the guild. In the realm of equine prowess, there gallops a steed of unparalleled swiftness, unwavering courage, and astute intellect. This majestic creature, belonging to the esteemed lineage of the light category, possesses a fiery temperament that ignites with fervor, directed towards all who dare to cross its path, save for one exception - the enigmatic Eve.
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With a determined stride, Eve made her way towards the stables, her destination clear in her mind. The anticipation of reuniting with her trusted companion, Aggro, fueled her every step. As she approached the entrance, the familiar scent of hay and leather filled her nostrils, heightening her senses. With a swift motion, she swung open the heavy wooden doors, revealing the dimly lit interior. The sound of hooves against the ground echoed through the air, creating a symphony of anticipation. And there, amidst the rows of stalls, stood Aggro. Guarding her horse, a vigilant figure emerged, cloaked in a garment adorned with the unmistakable V emblem. With a confident nod, the individual gestured towards Eve, emphasizing Aggro's well-nourished state.
With a subtle inclination of her head, Eve acknowledged the presence of the guildmate guarding her horse. Swiftly, she reached for the reins of her trusted steed, Aggro, and deftly led him out from the confines of the stable.
With a gentle touch, Eve's hand glided over the pristine white stripes adorning Aggro's head. The soft caress conveyed a tender affection as she whispered, "Did you miss me, boy?"
Aggro, the majestic horse, reacted swiftly, emitting a resonant blowing sound from his nostrils. With a deliberate motion, he gently brushed his head against Eve's face, establishing a tactile connection.
Eve's lips curled into a gentle smile, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. She could sense the waves of contentment emanating from Aggro, a palpable aura of happiness enveloping him.
After a brief pause, Eve meticulously assessed Aggro's physical state, her keen eyes scanning every inch of his body for any signs of distress or injury. Satisfied with her examination, she gracefully ascended onto the saddle, her movements fluid and confident.
Eve then waved goodbye to her guildmate from the stables before heading to the brothel where she slept the night before.
Eve, mounted on her trusty steed, arrived swiftly at the designated location. With purposeful strides, she dismounted and made her way inside, determined to retrieve her belongings. Peering from the depths of her being, she beheld a sight that stirred her senses. A multitude of her esteemed guildmates engaged in lively discourse with the enchanting maidens who graced the establishment. Amidst the revelry, they indulged in delectable feasts and libations, their laughter permeating the air. The establishment, known as "Eve's Respite," derived its name from the illustrious Eve, who frequented the place for both leisure and solace.
As Eve gracefully glided past the tables, her guild mates caught sight of her and beckoned her with subtle gestures, eager to acknowledge her presence. With a regal nod, she acknowledged their greetings before resolutely ascending the staircase to the second floor. This exclusive domain was reserved solely for Eve and the select few women whom she held in the highest regard, a sanctuary built upon trust and closeness. In a display of unwavering commitment, Eve has generously funded the establishment, transforming it into an exclusive sanctuary for her esteemed Guild members. The establishment, shrouded in an aura of fear, repels civilians who dare not venture within its ominous confines.
As she ascended the staircase, her eyes were met with a tantalizing sight. Ayen, Netta, and Veronica, each exuding an aura of seductive allure, appeared to be engrossed in their own affairs. However, their attention swiftly shifted as they caught a glimpse of Eve, their bodies instinctively gravitating towards her like magnets drawn to a forbidden desire.
"Look at what I've made you Eve" said Ayen as she hands over a scarf she made
Eve removes her cloak and wears the green scarf around her neck and says, "Does it look good on me?" as she smiles
"Pft! Your wearing a knitted scarf over leather armor, so not really" said Veronica as she scoffs and crosses her arms before adding, "Plus, green does not suit well with your getup" and then continues on, "Ayen clearly does not have any taste"
In a swift and tantalizing motion, Eve's hand connects with Veronica's supple behind, eliciting a delicious sting that sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. With a firm yet possessive grip, Eve asserts her dominance, causing Veronica to involuntarily flinch and release a delightful squeal of both surprise and desire.
"You're so feisty, maybe chill down a bit?" said Eve
Ayen laughs at Veronica while behind Eve and says, "That's right Veronica, why are you always so feisty?" before continuing "Be careful, maybe your red hair will turn into flames if you continue to be so haughty!"
"Damn you Ayen…" muttered Veronica with a pissed off expression
Netta claps at them to get their attention and says, "Alright stop fighting and let's eat dinner already!"
With grace and precision, Netta set about the task of arranging the delectable dishes she had meticulously prepared. The tantalizing aroma wafted through the air, enticing the senses of those gathered around the table. As the others took their seats, their faces lit up with anticipation, eager to partake in the culinary delights that awaited them. With each bite, their taste buds danced with delight, savoring the flavors that Netta had skillfully infused into every morsel. It was a feast that not only satisfied their hunger but also nourished their souls, bringing them together in a shared moment of pure bliss.
"Delicious as always, Netta" said Eve
Netta smiled at Eve and replies, "I'm glad that you liked it"
Eve's mind was set on swiftly gathering her belongings and embarking on her journey, but a tantalizing desire stirred within her. A wicked thought whispered in her ear, urging her to indulge in one final night of passion with Veronica, Netta, and Ayen. The allure of their seductive presence was simply too irresistible to resist.
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"Ah, yes...YES!" moaned Veronica, her voice filled with ecstasy, as Eve's fingers tangled in her luscious locks, tugging gently yet possessively. With each forceful thrust, Eve's leather-clad tool, securely fastened around her waist, delved deep into Veronica's eager depths, igniting a fiery passion that consumed them both.
Simultaneously, Ayen sensually grasps Eve's delicate hand, guiding it with a tantalizing touch to rest upon her throbbing center of desire.
Please, Eve," Ayen pleaded, her voice laced with desire, "move your fingers...
Eve's fingers danced with wild abandon inside Ayen, igniting a torrent of pleasure that surged through her body. With each tantalizing stroke, Ayen's delicate petals grew increasingly drenched, aching for more.
Netta, with a hunger in her eyes, positioned herself right behind Eve, her lips eagerly exploring the delicate curve of Eve's neck. As her hands moved with a tantalizing grace, Netta's fingertips traced the contours of Eve's chest, igniting a fiery desire within them both.
With a resounding slap, Eve's hand connects with Veronica's supple rear, igniting a fiery desire within them both. As Eve pounds her with unyielding fervor, she firmly grasps Veronica's luscious locks, asserting her dominance in the most tantalizing way possible. Eve skillfully stoked the embers of desire, her touch igniting a scorching inferno deep within Veronica's core. The intense heat consumed them both, leaving them breathless and yearning for more.
"I'm…I'm cu-" whispered seductively by Veronica, her voice dripping with desire, before unleashing a scream that echoed through the room. The scorching flames raging within her being erupted, engulfing her in a euphoric inferno. Waves of intense pleasure surged through her, causing her trembling body to surrender to their intoxicating power, leaving her weak and breathless...Overwhelmed by desire, their body succumbed to the intoxicating allure of submission.
After a tantalizing pause, Eve's gaze locks onto Netta, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. With a seductive grace, she guides Netta to the bed, her fingers tracing a trail of anticipation along her partner's supple skin. As the air thickens with desire, Eve slowly parts Netta's legs, revealing the intoxicating promise that lies between them. Her lips embarked on a tantalizing journey, leaving a trail of fiery desire in their wake. With each delicate touch, she traced a path of intoxicating pleasure, starting from the soft expanse of Netta's abdomen. Slowly, sensually, she ventured lower, her lips teasingly brushing against the tender skin. And then, with a hunger that could no longer be contained, she descended upon the very essence of Netta's being, igniting a passionate inferno that consumed them both. Eve's skilled tongue delves deep into the depths of Netta's core, exploring every inch with tantalizing precision. As her hands caress Netta's sensitive bud, a gentle pressure builds, causing Netta to clutch the bed sheets tightly. Waves of ecstasy ripple through her body, causing her to tremble with pleasure.
In a tantalizing instant, Netta's delicate blossom began to glisten with dew, causing Eve to cease all movement. With a seductive grace, she readied herself to introduce the enticing "instrument" that she had securely fastened around her waist, gently grasping Netta's leg and enticingly parting it.
With a tantalizing thrust, Eve sensually delved into the depths of Netta's essence, their tongues entwined in a passionate dance of desire.
"F-Faster" said Netta as holds Eve's back
Eve smiles and replies, "Your wish is my command, madam"
Eve's hips quickened their rhythm, driving down with an insatiable hunger, causing the bed to tremble and moan beneath them. Netta's sultry moans reverberated through the room, a symphony of desire that ignited the air. The scorching heat emanating from her abdomen intensified, fueling the flames of her passion.
"D-Don't stop! I'm near" Netta moaned, her voice dripping with desire, as she approached the pinnacle of pleasure.
Netta's luscious limbs quivered with anticipation as her delicate lips brushed against Eve's, igniting a fiery passion within her. The intoxicating dance of their tongues sent electric waves of pleasure coursing through her body, causing her to gasp for air, her breath quivering with desire.
After what felt like an eternity, Eve sensually sauntered towards Ayen, her hips swaying with every step. Ayen, consumed by a mixture of desire and trepidation, could feel her body quivering with anticipation. With a voice laced with a tantalizing hint of vulnerability, she whispered, "I-I can't..."
In a tantalizing display of desire, Eve sensually unfastened the "tool" from her waist, her eyes smoldering with a mixture of longing and anticipation. With a delicate touch, she brushed her lips against Ayen's cascading locks of long, golden blonde hair, sending shivers of anticipation down their spine. Her voice, dripping with seduction, whispered, "Fear not, my dear Ayen, for I would never dream of inflicting any pain upon your delicate soul." A mischievous smile played upon her lips as she continued, "But when the time is right"
The alluring maiden, Ayen, delicately cradled Eve's exquisite visage, her touch sending shivers of anticipation down their spines. With a hunger that could not be contained, Ayen pressed her luscious lips against Eve's, their mouths merging in a passionate dance of desire. The intoxicating taste of their forbidden love lingered on their tongues, as they surrendered to the intoxicating ecstasy that only their entwined embrace could provide. After a few tantalizing moments, Eve gently guided Ayen onto the plush bed, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. Their legs intertwined, creating an intimate connection as they pressed their most sensitive areas together, igniting a fiery desire that consumed them both. Eve's lips trailed along Ayen's smooth, supple leg, leaving a trail of fiery desire in their wake. With each delicate kiss, a surge of electricity coursed through Ayen's body, igniting a primal hunger within. As their bodies pressed together, a symphony of pleasure unfolded, their movements synchronized in a dance of unyielding passion.
Their very beings remained entangled, their souls merging as the scorching inferno of ecstasy consumed them...Their insides simmered and sizzled, a scorching heat building within them as they neared the pinnacle of pleasure. Their moans, like a seductive melody, echoed through the air, enveloping the entire space in a symphony of desire.
E-Eve," Ayen gasped, her voice trembling with desire, "I'm so close... I can't hold back any longer"
Eve's lips descended upon Ayen's supple legs, her teeth grazing the tender flesh with a delicate touch. A soft moan escaped her as she whispered in response, "Y-Yes, I am too..."
Their bodies continued to collide with an intoxicating force, their desires intertwining in a passionate dance. Generating a tantalizing surge of electric currents, their bodies convulsed with unbridled ecstasy...And at long last... they exploded in a tidal wave of ecstasy, a pleasure so intense it surged through every inch of their quivering form.
The four indulged in the exquisite art of self-pleasure throughout the night, their bodies writhing with unbridled desire. Exhausted yet satiated, they finally succumbed to the allure of the bed, their limbs entangled in a sensual embrace.
"I have a month long mission, so I won't see you all for a while" said Eve
The three stared at Eve silently for a brief moment before responding
"Just don't forget about us" said Ayen
Eve chuckles and replies, "Pft! Why would I forget the three of you?"
"Who knows? You might meet a very beautiful damsel that finally catches your heart and keeps you to herself!" said Veronica as she shrugs
Eve replies with a serious look, "I am not owned by anyone and I don't plant to"
Netta who was directly beside Eve hugs her and says, "Regardless of that…Good luck on your mission"
As the moon cast its gentle glow upon the slumbering world, they found solace in the embrace of a tranquil night. Time seemed to stand still as they lay there, their weary bodies finding respite in the stillness of the hours. The darkness enveloped them, wrapping them in a cloak of serenity, as the night slowly gave way to the first rays of dawn.
Eve gracefully rose from her slumber, her movements fluid and deliberate. She adorned herself in her customary attire, a carefully chosen ensemble that exuded an air of mystery and intrigue. Her black coat, elegantly tailored to accentuate her slender figure, enveloped her like a cloak of shadows. With a sense of purpose, Eve knelt down beside her bed, her nimble fingers deftly retrieving a concealed locker from its hidden recesses. This secret compartment, concealed beneath the bed's unassuming exterior, held within it a trove of secrets and treasures known only to her. As she secured the locker in her possession, a glint of determination flickered in her eyes. Eve was prepared for whatever challenges lay ahead, armed with her enigmatic attire and the enigmatic contents of her hidden locker. Within the confines of her satchel lay a formidable instrument of power, aptly named "Wednesday." This elegant longsword, carefully chosen for its lethal efficacy, would serve as her trusted companion throughout the perilous journey that lay ahead. Concealed beneath her guise as a valiant knight, she intended to wield this weapon with unwavering resolve, its gleaming blade poised to strike down any adversaries that dared to impede her quest.
With a sense of purpose, she gathered all the necessary items, meticulously ensuring that nothing was left behind. Each object held a significance, a purpose that would aid her on her journey. As she meticulously packed her belongings, a sense of anticipation began to build within her. The weight of the task ahead was not lost on her, but she remained resolute, determined to face whatever challenges lay in her path. With each item carefully stowed away, she took a final look around the room, then prepared to leave
"Godspeed Eve" said by Veronica while Ayen and Netta waved goodbye with smiles on their faces
Eve smiled in response and says, "I'll be back"
With a graceful stride, Eve emerged from the bustling establishment, her eyes glimmering with determination. The air was thick with anticipation as she made her way towards Aggro, her loyal companion, who stood patiently nearby. A fellow guildmate, recognizing the bond between Eve and her trusted steed, lovingly fed Aggro, ensuring the creature's strength and vitality. With a gracious smile, she expressed her heartfelt gratitude to her guildmate, her voice filled with sincerity. As she bid farewell to the bustling town, she stepped onto the well-worn road, her anticipation palpable in the air.
Her voice dripping with mischief. The corners of her lips curled upwards, revealing a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Now then," she purred, her words laced with a tantalizing hint of anticipation.
"Time to kill a king"
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