1. The Slithering: The Cloak and the Dagger


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

    judgment that had befallen him, he was not completely shocked. Nevertheless, he knew Oliver would not make the deadline, especially in his current disheveled state. He had to please this woman, and to take matters into his own hands. *********** Angelique d' Beaufort quietly looked back at the blacksmith shop, being able to glimpse Thomas's rather pensive behavior. She then briefly looked around both sides of the street, as the coachman opened the small doors to her intricate carriage. Gracefully climbing in, she dabbed her cheeks with her golden handkerchief, before removing her white silk glove in her left hand. As she slowly removed the glove, a moderate humming sound could be heard, which was coming from an exquisite, simply decorated blackened metal ring shaped and looped like a menacing snake. Shiny diamonds were set into the eyes of the snake's head, and they were glowing an unusually bright yellow/golden color. The beautiful comtesse smiled, with a calculating look on her pretty face that was in stark contrast to her sincere and gentle demeanor back in the blacksmith shop. &#034Good for you my dear Monsieur Thomas,&#034 she whispered to herself, &#034good for you.&#034 She nodded quietly to her coachman, who closed the door as the carriage soon took off to her estate. Her hand delicately and repeatedly teased her blackened silver snake ring, as its eyes continued to emit that same ominous bright yellow light... About a few hours later, Thomas had completed the ...
    comtesse's request, having forged a perfect, flawless steel blade affixed to the ornate ceremonial hilt. It was perhaps the quickest he had ever spent forging a blade, thankfully it was one that would be small and handheld. The blade's shape, length, and width matched the red velvet indentation in the interior of the carrying case/box. Oliver had instructed Thomas in the past on honing and shaping raw steel, and that was one of Thomas's strengths as a fledgling blacksmith. The blade measured exactly 6 inches in length and was 1 ½ inches wide. Thomas had beveled and molded the blade, before tempering it in the forge, making sure it was sharp and resilient to any outside f***e. He held the elaborate piece of weaponry with both hands, rather proud at his successful merging of blade and hilt. He only hoped the comtesse would approve when he delivered the dagger personally to her later that evening. Thomas looked at the clock hanging on the dusty wall of the shop; it was only five o'clock. Placing it carefully into the box, Thomas had the dagger set gently within the box's interior, before he closed the box and retired to the back room to rest for an hour or so. He had been so immersed in creating the dagger that his body was exhausted. *********** Oliver scratched his scruffy, unkempt beard as he clutched the ornate box containing Thomas's completed dagger. He was quickly walking as fast as his slightly oversized breeches could carry him, adjusting his dark brown overcoat, as he weaved ...
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