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From: cyan@protgp.com
Subject: {ASSM} First Action
Date: Mon,  8 Sep 2003 19:10:07 -0400
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Hi all,

Here is yet another story.  I invite comments, either e-mailed to
me or posted at:

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My previously posted stories can be found at:

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Enjoy!

-Cy
<http://cyan.protgp.com/>





First Action
by Cyan
Copyright 2003 by Cyan


Gosl was tired, I could feel that.  I urged him on, 
figuring he would soon see the lights in the distance and 
surmise that the end of his exhausting day was close at 
hand.  I felt a nervous twitch about whether the lights 
did indeed represent safety but that no doubt that stray 
thought was due to my day's experience.

"That's definitely Stornum," said Gared.  Our destination 
for the night, the warmth of a town, a room to sleep in.  
I considered whether to ask if the town was definitely 
safe, but felt foolish.  *I,* the Royal Heir, should not 
be one to ask such things of others.  On the other hand, I 
was clearly inexperienced and should neither pretend to 
know what I did not nor show fear to ask a question.  It 
was all very complicated.

I heard my comrades laughing, clearly looking forward to 
safety and rest.  The lights grew nearer, windows, 
torches, and lamps becoming discernible.  I thought of the 
men we'd encountered earlier, but Gared was certain they 
were brigands.  The Noth were far ahead, and the three 
days of travel was plenty soon to see them.  There was no 
chance they would be anywhere near Stornum.

Brigands maybe, but certainly dangerous, the men we'd met 
that afternoon.  My first "battle" and I had done all 
right.  Both Gared and Morad had told me so afterward and 
I was certain Gared would never lie, even to appease me.  
It simply wasn't his way, which probably was a prime 
reason Father put so much trust in him.

I wondered what Father would have made of my day's work, 
facing a murderous opponent without flinching, at least 
not on the outside, and taking him down.  The recollection 
turned my stomach, what we did to those men but it was 
clear to see that they intended the same to us, with no 
provocation on our part.  And perhaps they intended more 
in my case, since they did not recognize me and likely 
would not have believed who I was if I'd attempted such a 
claim.

But I did it: my first combat, and with the Noth in our 
future, that was all to the good.  All the training had 
certainly paid off, something I knew I would tell old 
Rommer when I eventually returned to the palace, and I 
wondered what he would have had to say about my technique.  
"Forget technique," Morad had said after the melee.  "When 
it comes to a real fight, your technique has to be second 
nature, and what *you* have to concentrate on is whatever 
will win.  And whatever will keep you alive."  His words 
certainly made sense and I was finally glad for the hours 
of repetition Rommer had forced upon me as well as the 
bruises I'd so often suffered at his hand in our mock 
combats.

As we approached the town, I heard the men talking 
excitedly and Morad explained to me that *The Swallow* was 
clearly open and doing business.  In minutes I found 
myself seated at a table out of the gloomy night with a 
tankard of ale in my hand, Gosl safe and stabled with the 
rest of our mounts.  One of the men wanted to sing a 
drinking song and the rest just laughed at him.  My supper 
came very soon, delivered by one of the tavern girls, who 
laughed as one of the men managed to swat her bottom on 
her way back to the kitchen.  I wondered what Mother would 
have made of my being in such a place.

But of course I had a pretty good idea from what my Aunt 
Karee said to Father regularly.  Aunt Karee stood in for 
Mother, making sure I received a lady's training, but she 
still complained constantly regarding the rest of my 
education.  But Father told her flatly, that since I was 
Heir, I needed to be ready for far more than spinning, 
weaving, and ordering the kitchen staff about.  Karee had 
nearly thrown a fit when Father said I was finally to join 
him now that the Noth were causing trouble again, but 
Father's word is literally the law.

"You OK?" said Morad, who sat next to me, probably the 
only one of the men still paying attention to anything 
other than the tavern girls.  "You acquitted yourself well 
and your father would certainly be proud."  I wondered 
whether he thought I needed additional extra attention for 
having experienced my first true combat.  Once again I 
felt my pride warring with my common sense: certainly even 
the greatest warrior started out as I was, a bit shaken 
from seeing what my training was truly about.

"Thank you," I said sincerely.

The men were laughing while one of the tavern girls sat on 
someones knee and even Gared looked amused.  "Would you 
like something else?" said another girl standing by my 
shoulder, getting my attention.  I looked down at the 
plate of food I would normally have eaten already.  And 
looked at Morad's concerned expression, though his 
attention now seemed divided, given the ribaldry taking 
place around us.

"I thank you but no," I said to the girl, wondering a 
minute at her voice.  Her accent seemed a bit refined, but 
I recalled some of the gentry of this particular region 
had fallen on very hard times.  She perhaps had not been 
raised for this life.  "I'm fine."

"If you're sure," she said, then smiled.  I wondered at 
her life, the change in circumstance I believed she had 
experienced.  She was dressed like the rest, in what was 
clearly peasant clothes but like all the girls', far more 
feminine than my warrior's tunic.  The top of her breasts 
were clearly displayed.  I wondered, probably for the 
thousandth time, what made men become so witless given 
such a sight.  "And what are *you* looking at," she said, 
suddenly grinning.  "Are you like *them* that way, too?"

She was being saucy!  For a moment I was surprised out of 
my wits at her audacity, but I recovered quickly.  "You 
just watch your *pert* mouth," I said, giving her rear a 
swat on the word *pert*.

I think I amazed her but she too recovered quickly, 
backing up a step to put herself out of range.  "And just 
what would *you* do about it?" she said, obviously trying 
to tease me.  At that, one of the other men grabbed her 
and as I watched, she expertly extricated herself from 
what could almost be described as a drunken embrace.

But as she did so, I saw her glance my way once more, with 
a slight smile that somehow echoed her earlier grin.  I 
felt something in me rise at that but weariness must have 
won out and I sat there picking at my food, watching what 
passed for fun among the men.

Probably an hour later by the candles, all had quieted 
down quite a bit.  Several of the men were passed out on a 
bench, sprawled with a tavern girl for whom they had 
bought ale.  Only two men were conscious in the whole 
room, and they were in close conversation.  I could not 
determine from their low voices how drunk they might be.  
Other men had already retired to the sleeping quarters, a 
gleeful tavern girl accompanying them.  Two tavern girls 
remained, cleaning up, doing their best working around men 
who had simply collapsed where they sat.

"If you're ready to retire, I can show you where," said 
one.  The same one.  "We'll give you some privacy."  I 
didn't bother to tell her that I'd learned to make do, of 
necessity out in the open country, and of course the men 
knew well not to lay a hand on me.  That thought made me 
wonder whether she indeed knew my identity.  She surely 
must, I decided, since that sort of thing always has a way 
of getting around.  "Come," she said, picking up a lamp.  
As I followed I noticed she deliberately kept her distance 
from me.  But that was something she'd been doing with all 
the men all night.

"What's your name," I said as I followed her out.

She didn't turn as she led me through the building.  
"Tanee," she finally said and paused at a door, clearly to 
indicate it was where I was to be quartered.

"Keeping out of my reach, Tanee?" I said as she edged 
further aside when I drew closer.  Somehow I knew I was 
assuming the role of the men in this situation.  If I was 
neither beast nor fowl, I had to invent my course as I 
went along.

"I'm afraid you don't have what a girl needs," she said, 
once again with her flirty attitude.

"Sometimes what a girl needs is a good swat on the rear," 
I countered.

She laughed, then taking a more serious attitude, said, 
"Let me show you the room."

As she walked by me to enter, I did it again.  I gave her 
a swat.  She turned, looking at me, and I could read in 
her expression the thought, *That wasn't fair: for the 
moment, we're setting aside the little game.*  "What's the 
matter?" I asked in a teasing voice, closing the door 
behind us.  She gave a quick nervous smile, then moved 
quickly across the room, and turned to face me.

"You'll have everything you need here," she said, her hand 
indicating the room, the straw bed and a little table, as 
she held up the lamp.  Once again there were the tops of 
her breasts, now illuminated such that the shadows from 
the lamp made them prominent.  I saw her smile nervously 
again and realized I had been moving closer.  "Do you need 
me for anything else?" she said, obviously flustered.

And it was very clear that she had not intended the 
meaning any of my comrades would have taken in those 
words.  I took the lamp out of her hand and placed it on 
the table.  "I have to go," she said.  But she stood 
there, not moving a muscle.

"The question is, have you paid sufficiently for that pert 
attitude?"

She opened her mouth to speak.  "I..." she said, but then 
seemed unable to say more.  Drawing closer, I found my 
hand on her rear.

I think I meant to give her another swat, perhaps I'd been 
preparing for such by putting my hand on the target, but 
what actually happened was my hand simply rested there.  
Her rear was soft and round.  "Oh," she said softly, her 
voice seemingly fearful.  But all I found myself doing was 
rubbing, caressing.

"So what charms have you kept out of reach of the men all 
night?" I asked, and with that, I reached up and began to 
undo her tunic.  All was silent in the room except for her 
breathing which betrayed her fear.  In moments she was 
naked.

Her mouth hung open as if still not believing what was 
happening to her.  "Please, Your Highness," she finally 
said.  *So she very well knew indeed who I was!*

"Please what?" I said.

She said nothing.

I found my hand on her back, first dipping down to her 
rear once again, then rising.  "So this is what men like 
so much," I said.  I put my other hand on her breasts.  
For moments we stood in that manner, my hands caressing.  
Her chin raised and her eyes closed, her mouth still open.  
I drew closer until our bodies touched.  "You know, a 
warrior doesn't turn down a girl to keep his bed warm," I 
said.  I was totally fascinated.  The fingers that had 
been on her breasts trailed up her neck to her chin and 
face and touched her mouth.  Still, she simply stood 
there.  I wondered if girls usually act with men as she 
was acting at that moment.  And I wondered what it would 
all be like for me, in the future, when I had a husband.  
I touched her lips and briefly touched her teeth.  I was 
now so close that my own lips were next to her ear.  "You 
are still in trouble," I whispered, than smacked her rear 
again, making her jump just a touch, but she remained 
where she was, her eyes remaining closed.  I had no idea 
what was making me do these things, where I'd learned to 
act like as I was.

I drew her toward the bed, and she finally opened her 
eyes.  With a nod, I indicated that she lie and await me.

I sat next to her prone form, wondering what to do.  Even 
the men probably wouldn't be able to tell me.  Eventually, 
I undressed, and stretched out next to her.  Her kisses 
were so soft and sweet.

I awoke to find her still in my arms, light filtering into 
the room.  I heard voices and movement outside.  Looking 
down at Tanee, I recalled the kisses, the touches.  I 
touched her stomach once more, then her breasts.

She awoke.  For a moment I saw fear and surprise in her 
eyes, but then she relaxed, once again simply enjoying my 
touch.  After more touches, her breathing grew pronounced 
once more, as it had so many times the previous night.  
And again I watched her lose herself in sensation until 
that exquisite moment when her breath caught.

But as she recovered she became nervous.  "I have work to 
do!" she said, looking ready to leave the bed.  That set 
me pondering, what would the men say about this, my night 
with this girl?  I wasn't even sure what they might expect 
of me in such a place as this tavern.  As a warrior, was 
it this?  Or would they be appalled?  I helped Tanee 
locate her clothes, then helped her dress.  She slipped 
quietly out of the room.

She was among the girls who served us once again before we 
set off.  She seemed very careful not to smile my way but 
she did catch my eye more than once.  After breakfast, we 
all gathered the horses and resumed our journey.  Gosl was 
ready for another day's ride.

I found myself thinking about Tanee as we rode away that 
morning.  The two of us had not said more than a few words 
the whole time.  I had not even discovered if my 
supposition, that she was not truly lowborn, was correct.  
After a while I glanced at Morad, who clearly was 
considering me a poor riding companion, given my silence.  
"So," said Morad, "did you enjoy yourself?"

I wondered what he could mean by that, but a gleam in his 
eye certainly gave me pause.



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