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The Slithering: The Cloak and the Dagger
Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: , Source: xHamster
Thomas silently acknowledged with a nod. "It's been in my...f****y possession for more than 100 years, it originally was part of a ceremonial dagger that was used during the 17th century." The woman suddenly passed on the box to Thomas, who u*********sly accepted it with both hands. "I am in need of your master's expertise, Monsieur Thomas. You see, the blade of this dagger is missing, and is in need of a replacement. I would like your master to forge the same blade that would fit in this box. Oh, and you're more than welcome to help him." Thomas nodded. "Y-Yes Madame. He certainly can do that for you. H-How soon would you need this complete?" The woman smiled at him, covering her delicate face with the golden silk handkerchief before replying, "By the stroke of ten this glorious evening." Thomas was a bit taken back by the unusual deadline. "S-stroke of ten?" The woman smiled. "Yes my boy, I need it by then. I am going to bestow it as part of a...gift...to someone. It is just now becoming mid-day, so will this be a problem?" "No Madame, not at all," quickly replied Thomas with a sincere glint in his dark brown eyes. "I can have it ready by then." "Very good," said the woman, leaning over to kiss Thomas's grimy cheek. "I knew that I found the right...person for this delicate task." Thomas blushed as he felt her warm lips plant their mark. The woman quietly adjusted her gown, flashing another ... pleasant smile at Thomas. "Well, I must be going now Monsieur Thomas. Please deliver the dagger personally to me by this evening. My home is located not too far from here - it is the large white plantation located south of the town square - Belle de Lune. My servants will be aware of your arrival, so there should not be any confusion." "Yes Madame, I will be punctual with your request, no worries," replied Thomas. The woman turned around and began slowly gliding her way towards the entrance. "Wait Madame," said Thomas, almost running to catch up with her. "I-I never learned of your name?" The raven-haired beauty turned her head back and winked, whispering to Thomas, "My name is Angelique...Angelique d' Beaufort." Thomas was stunned. "Oh my...Comtesse d' Beaufort?" "Oui, dear lad," said the comtesse with a sly grin. "Do not keep me waiting now with that dagger. Au revoir Monsieur." And with that, the woman exited the blacksmith shop, leaving Thomas a bit dumbfounded. Thomas quickly opened the box again, noting the dimensions of the indentation/carving that would make up the blade of the ceremonial dagger. He had never seen a hilt like that before in all of his limited years working as a blacksmith's apprentice. Closing the box up, he began to rub his chin thoughtfully. He was a bit saddened by the fact that the beautiful woman had asked his master to create the dagger, but being keenly aware of the prejudice and ...