1. The Slithering: The Cloak and the Dagger


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

    through the crowd of people hurrying themselves in the town square. When he had awoken from his d***ken stupor, the first thing he saw was his talented apprentice's handiwork. Oliver grinned to himself - he remembered the lovely comtesse had mentioned about the dagger and her need for a proper blade to fit the hilt, and had seemed intrigued when Oliver boasted that he could create a fine blade befitting such a hilt. Of course, years of wasting away at his craft, due to his partaking of fine wine and women, had degenerated his skills to a point where he no longer could even temper a simple piece of steel. Thank God for that pathetic slave-boy, thought Oliver. He was already planning on forcing his apprentice to complete work on the dagger immediately, so he could surprise the lovely comtesse and make good on his word. But as soon as Oliver noticed the dagger, a sly smile appeared on his grizzled face, realizing that Thomas had already completed the task without him even mentioning it. Oliver had not seen any sign of Thomas, settling on the fact that he must be napping in the other room. Without any hesitation, he had grabbed the box, found his hat and overcoat, and quickly exited the blacksmith shop... Oliver continued to make his way past the outskirts of the city, heading upwards to the large stately white Beaufort plantation. He fumbled with his hands as he placed them inside his overcoat, before finally pulling out his copper-plated pocket watch. It was almost nine ...
    o'clock. The comtesse would have finished her supper and would perhaps welcome his unexpected appearance more, especially since he now had her beloved dagger in his possession. Oliver maintained his smug grin, as he soon reached the large steel gates of the plantation, which were coincidentally enough, half-open, allowing Oliver to slip inside. *********** Oliver's mouth was agape as he approached the impressive structure that made up the Beaufort estate known as Belle de Lune. The plantation was massive, its architecture made up of solid white columns, which supported two stories of rooms and windows, all of which were lit this evening. There was a full moon tonight, its luminescence shining on the plantation, which gave it an oddly calm and eerie hue. Stopping at the massive, ornate front door, Oliver located the pulley which was attached to the moderately-sized doorbell, and tugged on it. The doorbell made a simple clanging sound, signifying to the occupants that someone was at the door. A few minutes later, Oliver saw the front door open, as a young comely French servant girl appeared from the darkened hallway/foyer of the estate. &#034Bonsoir Monsieur,&#034 the woman said pleasantly. &#034How can I help you?&#034 &#034Ah hello, my sweet!&#034 Oliver greeted, flashing his best smile. The servant girl was rather repulsed by Oliver's foul stench, as she covered her mouth with a delicate white handkerchief. &#034I need to speak to Comtesse d'Beaufort on an urgent matter. Would she ...
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