1. The Slithering: The Cloak and the Dagger


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    heard the sonorous sounds of Oliver sitting u*********s on the wooden chair. &#034What is your name, lad?&#034 &#034T-Thomas, Madame...&#034 the boy uttered, looking down, still standing. The woman softly placed her smooth hand along the grimy surface of the boy's cheek; to him, the texture of her hand was like a piece of finely polished ivory, and it both surprised and comforted the boy, who was used to the heavy hand of Oliver's abusive d***ken outbursts. &#034Thomas,&#034 she smiled again. &#034What a lovely name.&#034 Her head slowly looked forwards at the display of finished weaponry strewn and arranged in their individual scabbards and sheathes, as she moved closer to Thomas and leaned her torso forward, her bosom invitingly thrust in plain view for him to admire. Thomas made a little gasp, startled by the extreme vicinity of the noblewoman's body. He tilted his head, noting the delicate, supple shape of her milky white globes. He oddly saw something that was in rather stark contrast on the woman's chest: a small, 4-cm black tattoo etched onto her upper left breast in the shape of what appeared to be a snake, its body upright in the shape of an S. The woman looked down at Thomas, and lifted his chin upwards to face her. &#034Admiring my body are you now, Monsieur Thomas? Especially my bosom?&#034 Thomas silently shook his head, even though his wandering eye betrayed his true intention. He felt both intimidated and intrigued by the confidence and charisma of this elegant ...
    noblewoman. The woman smiled, flattered at the modesty of this young man, as she pursed her lips. &#034So... your master made all of these...weapons? Did you have a hand in any of them?&#034 she asked, pointing again to the incapacitated Oliver slumped in his chair. Thomas frowned a little. Even this gorgeous, angelic creature was still blind to his efforts, like so many other people. &#034Y-Yes ma'am, my master makes most of the weapons, while I serve to assist him.&#034 &#034Mmmm...I see,&#034 said the woman, leaning her body back. The woman glanced over at Oliver before returning her gaze back to Thomas. &#034Monsieur Thomas, would you be so kind as to do a favor for me?&#034 Thomas felt comforted by the gentle lilt of the woman's soothing voice. &#034Y-Yes Madame?&#034 The woman reached behind her back with both of her delicate hands. She suddenly retrieved a small, heavy crimson and gold box/container. As she opened the box, Thomas soon beheld a ornately designed, bronze hilt, its shape resembling two entwined snakes, their tails interlocking to form the pommel while their serpentine heads acted as cross-guards. The serpents' eyes were inlaid with small yet dark ruddy-colored ruby gems. Thomas couldn't help but be transfixed by this hilt, which was neatly set into the indentation. The only thing that appeared to be missing was a proper blade for the dagger/knife. &#034Beautiful isn't it?&#034 said the woman, as she held the hilt gingerly with both of her delicate hands. ...
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