A tale of artists, intrigue, and the magical renaissance

Twisted Smut 14 – Bellz and Fiddles {Belloza et Fidibus}

The music was light and fast, and the lights were flickering and low. Sabrina loved it, would’ve loved it even if she was a Mortalis, the way the shadows played all over the whirling bodies and danced along with her side by side, the way the music flickered, rose and fell in her breast.

But she wasn’t a Mortalis, and that made it so much better. She felt every eye on her, every smile that flashed in the crowd was for her, and the attention and admiration was heady like wine in her blood.

Not just attention, she noted. These military barracks always had a kind of tension around them, even after the Storm had arrived and changed everything, allowing women to join the ranks just as steadily as men. There was a lot of lust in those delightful waves of attention, and she liked it all the more. As she whirled and danced, not every eye was on her grinning face, and she grinned the wider for each man and woman she caught watching her lithe waist or shapely backside.

The music picked up, reaching the zenith in a last burst of energy, but Sabrina never wanted it to end. She snatched at the prettiest thing she could see as she flew by, whooping wildly with the beat. It had been the perfect choice at random, the girl she had grabbed was pretty and young and so energetic that she was already keeping pace, whirling and twirling along with her.

The Storm filled every inch of Sabrina with the wonderful flowing feeling of dancing, and she couldn’t have resisted it if she tried. She pulled the young girl closer so that her own motions guided her partner even faster, and the girl’s warm body pressed obligingly against her. The song should’ve been over, but the fiddlers kept playing faster and faster, and around them people fell away from the dance floor panting, but Sabrina and the girl just laughed and kept on dancing, keeping pace with them.

What a pretty sight we must look, drunk on attention, Sabrina wrapped both arms around her partner’s waist as they danced. Her own nut-brown hair contrasted well with the other girl’s long gold tresses, and even the leather armor they wore went well together.

“I hope you know the show we’re giving them!” Sabrina had to yell to be heard over the wild fiddles, even so close, but the girl’s wicked smile showed she’d heard her. Without replying, the girl reached down from Sabrina’s waist and grabbed at her rear. Sabrina laughed with surprise at the pretty thing’s audacity, and the hoots and whoops that went up from the crowd erased any doubts that the pair was being watched as they finished out the dance.

Too fast to speak, too fast to breathe, the music whirled them ‘round the room so fast that there was nothing but dancing and music and the young woman pressed against her body, her Lanista blood pounding to keep her moving with grace even in her wild abandon.

When the music finally stopped, the both of them parted and gasped for breath, both chuckling weakly in between. Around them the crowd of men and woman broke into cheers, and Sabrina held out a hand to shake weakly.

“Sabrina Minardi, Twelve Lanisti Legion,” she panted, wiping the sweat from her brow.

“Belloza Del Sordo,” the blonde girl replied, pushing a strand of hair from her face in a way Sabrina found quite intriguing, “pleased to meet you. I sort of move between companies.”

“You’ve got some pluck, Belloza. I think I’m going to like you.”

 

***

 

It was a few hours later that Sabrina and Belloza emerged from the Iron Spears’ captain tent, Belloza shrieking with laughter and Sabrina with a pair of long johns tied ‘round her neck like a cape.

“I’ll be reporting you, don’t think I won’t!” the Captain bellowed from the safety of his doorway, “your superiors will be hearing about this, Dionisia!”

“Who’s Dionisia?” Belloza asked as the pair of them retreated into the darkness, weaving their way between the bright patches of campfires and open building doors that speckled the huge courtyard ringing the castle.

“A nasty little cabella from Fourth Legion,” Sabrina laughed, “one who gets too handsy when she’s drunk.”

“That doesn’t bode well for me, given what I did during that dance,” Belloza giggled, “should I be worried that some Captain will come after me in a week blaming me for your next little escapade?”

Sabrina dropped the pretty girl a wink, “it’s only ‘too handsy’ when the one grabbing at me is ugly.”

“Lovely,” the girl’s Echo rumbled sarcastically. He had been vaguely disapproving of her for the entire night, a fact that Sabrina was quite willing to brush aside

“Now, where should we go to next?” she asked.

“I’m too tired for any more dancing, and you’re looking a little wobbly. Time to finish out the night, I think.”
“I’m not wobbly, you’re wobbly!” Sabrina shoved Belloza good-naturedly, “you finish up your nights up early, the sun’s not due up for another five strokes!”

“Some day we’ll have more to do than sitting around the city,” Belloza shrugged, “the later my nights, the harder it’ll be to get back to fighting shape when that day comes. Anyway, usually there’s a few hours of drinks and some cards or dice before calling it in.”

Sabrina raised an eyebrow in surprise. The girl knew how to have a good time and she cared about staying sharp, at least somewhat. “Fair’s fair then. Where do you finish up your nights? I’ll come with”

“With whatever squad I’m stationed with. Right now that means the Eight Arrows.”

“Those string-pluckers play cards and dice and I never knew?” Sabrina straightened the knot on her long-john-cape, then took Belloza’s arm in her own, “I can’t wait.”

 

***

 

Sabrina held a hunter, two jackals and an arrow, and she desperately struggled to keep a straight face. Across the table from her, her partner Belloza glared at her, so she assumed she was doing a poor job of it.

“I bid twelve,” she said, pushing the coins to the middle of the table.

“Really now, twelve?” said Fortunato on her left, stroking his chin, “that seems a mighty generous bid. I fold out.”

“Oh come on, they told me you Sagittarii had balls!” Sabrina cried.

“I fold out, and I want a new partner,” Belloza grumbled. Next to her, Galdino didn’t even bother saying anything, he just slapped his cards face-down on the table.

“Well, I have to say it’s a sorry thing,” Sabrina tutted, “you all letting a Lanista stroll in here and show you up like that.”

“We were only playing for florins,” Galdino shrugged, “I’m not bothered.”

“Well that’s hardly fun! What’s the joy in beating you if you don’t care? Anyway, what else is there to play for if not florins?”

“Excuse me,” the man at the door was decked out in the uniform of a palace guard, and his voice was firm and harsh. The laughing and talking in the room ceased at once, and Sabrina and Belloza exchanged a guilty look. “I’m looking for Miss Del Sordo. His Princeps would speak with her.”

“His Princeps himself knows you?” Sabrina asked as Belloza rose from the table.

“It was nice meeting you, Sabrina. Perhaps we’ll run into each other again.”

“I’ll make sure of it.” Sabrina watched Belloza go with the guard, even more intrigued than ever.

“Right, now that the youngin’ is gone, I’ll take her place.” One of the Eighth Arrow women sat in the recently vacated seat across from Sabrina. “My name’s Nilca.”

“Glad to have you as a partner, my name’s Sabrina. Are you any good at cards, Nilca?”

“Better than you, from what I saw,” Nilca laughed.

“Now that the youngling is gone, lets play for some better stakes,” Fortunato said, taking a swallow of mead.

“Ooh I like the sound of this,” Sabrina leaned forward with a smirk, “I wondered if you had been holding back because of the girl. What is it you play for? Drugs? Rum?”

“Lose a trick, lose a piece of clothing. We play until you’ve got nothing left to lose, and you can’t dress again until morning.”

Sabrina grinned, her heart already quickening at the prospect as she looked around. The card table was situated around the middle of the room, within sight of the whole company, and they didn’t seem like the type of people to mask their interest in the game or in said ‘recompense’.

“I’m in.”

 

***

 

“This game is a lot more fun when played with archers than it is with politicians,” Sabrina purred, looking her opponents up and down as she toyed with the edge of her mead cup. The game had gone on for long enough that the four of them sat in their small-clothes, and it was a sight she was glad to behold. The burly men wore the military-issue small white shorts well, their archer bodies bulging with muscle, their frames stocky. Fortunato sported a bare chest, while Galdino’s was more hairy, and Sabrina couldn’t decide which she liked more.

Sabrina and Nilca were stripped down to the thin white chemises they wore beneath their armor, and the cool spring night was making goosebumps raise on Sabrina’s arms. She hadn’t missed the more gentle but just-as-appealing curves of her partner beneath the thin fabric, tantalizing but still technically decent. The fabric fell to their thighs, and Sabrina caught herself wondering what lay beneath Nilca’s chemise almost as often as she did about Galdino and Fortunato’s shorts.

The hand she was dealt was good enough that it almost took her mind off of the delightful thoughts. Her hand of five was all four eagles and a nest, the full roost. Very, very carefully, Sabrina set her cards down and kept her face neutral. Judging by the men’s faces, they hadn’t been dealt much good.

“You’re a bunch of jackals and vultures,” Nilca growled in disgust, tossing her cards onto the table, “I fold out.”

“Why, Nilca, you mean that you’ve lost?” Fortunato said mock-innocently, “what does that mean?”

“I think that means she loses some sort of stake,” Galdino grinned, “I can’t seem to remember what that stake was, though…”

“It is hard to recall-”

“Very well, you pair of perverts, I know what I owe,” Nilca grumbled, kicking her chair back and standing up. She stripped the chemise off over her head, letting her breasts spill out and using both hands to cover herself between her legs. Various hoots and whistles came from around the barracks, but Sabrina didn’t think there were enough for the sight. Nilca’s breasts were on the small side, and they looked gorgeous on her toned and muscular body. Sabrina was surprised there wasn’t more attention from the rest of the company, although they did seem to be watching the game with interest.

“I’m going to bed now,” Nilca huffed after they’d had a good look.

“What, without even showing off all we’ve won?” Galdino said. Nilca kept one hand covering between her legs and made a rude gesture with the other, and Sabrina noticed a few curls of dark hair between the girl’s fingers. When Nilca turned to walk to her bunk, Sabrina watched the sway of her ass the entire way, biting her lip as she enjoyed the sight.

“Right, your turn now,” Fortunato said, turning to Sabrina.

“What?” Sabrina glanced down at the four eagles and a nest in her hand, “but I didn’t fold, I’ve still got a hand full.”

“Your partner folded, which means we get to compare your handfull to hers,” Fortunato winked.

“I know how to play Huntsman, you great oaf, I don’t have to fold just because she did, I can go it alone against the two of you.”

“You could,” Galdino admitted, “but playing both of us you’d need to double the stakes, and you’re only wearing one thing.”

Sabrina paused, staring first at her hand, then at the men. It was all but unbeatable, and she liked winning. After watching a naked Nilca retreat to her bed, both Fortunato and Galdino sported bulges in their shorts of intriguing size. Indeed, Nilca’s exposed curves had worked their magic on Sabrina as well, she could feel how wet she’d gotten between her legs, and she very much wanted to see those bulges unleashed to the air for her viewing pleasure.

“Tell me how to double the stakes and I’ll do it,” she said, well aware of the lewd offer she’d probably receive in response.

“Here’s a notion,” Fortunato said slowly, “if you win, we both strip down. If we win, we get to do what we will to you.”

“Deal,” Sabrina said without hesitation. Between the excitement of the night, the striptease of her partner, and the delightful swells of fabric between their legs, the prospect of the men ‘doing what they would’ was more exciting than frightening. She glanced around her. If she lost, her stake would be carried out in front of quite a lot of people…but on the other hand, what were the odds of either of them beating a full roost?

“I’ve a feeling my hand isn’t as impressive as yours,” Galdino raised an eyebrow, “I’ve only a pair of lions.”

“And you, Fortunado?” Sabrina asked, holding onto her four eagles and a nest with a smile.

“Four dragons and a cave,” Fortunato said simply, laying the cards out in front of him, “a full roost.”

“You son of a bitch,” Sabrina dropped her cards on the table, closing her eyes in disbelief. Galdino started laughing when he saw the cards, and even Sabrina had to smile after a moment.

“A son of a bitch about to have a very good night, I think,” Fortunato grinned. “I think we’ll start with the original stake and see that chemise off, and see where things go from there, what do you say, Galdino?”

“I think that sounds like a fine plan,” Galdino leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head. Sabrina sighed and rose, glancing around her once more. It should’ve been humiliating, having to expose her naked body to so many men and women, most of them watching in anticipation.

It should’ve been, but instead the attention only made her wetter.

“Is there a fiddle player in the Eighth Arrows?” she asked the almost-quiet room.

“I play,” a woman in the corner piped up.

“Can you play me a tune to dance to? It helps my Storm.”

The second the music started, the last trace of shyness left Sabrina. The Storm flowed like liquid through her half-naked body, and she began to gently sway, twisting to allow her chemise to lift ever-so-slightly on each turn of her body, lifting to expose a long leg, or pulling down to reveal a bare shoulder. The fiddler seemed to read her mood, and the jaunty song picked up its pace a little bit.

The attention was like a drug, and although Fortunado and Galdino especially seemed to be enjoying the spectacle, Sabrina caught several others giving her quite frank looks of desire.

They wish they were the ones about to have me, Sabrina smiled, twisting into a bend that sent her chemise lifting higher, exposing the pale skin of her rear.

Fortunado rose from his chair, his bulge standing out from his shorts like a tent, and Sabrina knew that her time of teasing him was coming to a close. Without pausing in her dancing, Sabrina caught the hem of her chemise and pulled it off in a motion, tossing it to one side and arching her whole body into a stretch. The pose made her large breasts taught and drew a picturesque sightline from her reaching fingers down her slender arms, over her breasts, down the slight belly, past her mound and down to her legs.

Fortunado grabbed her round the waist, but even then Sabrina didn’t stop dancing, using the momentum of her movements to lift a leg slightly, catching the bulge of his member between her legs and grinding her hips into him. She had no need to wonder about the particulars of his cock now, she could feel it perfectly outlined between her legs, pressing against her naked sex.

Her hips moved in time with the music, and she reached down to free him from his shorts, already wet with the trail of juices she had left on him.

Galdino embraced her from behind, his shaft already liberated and nestling between the cheeks of her buttocks. As she enjoyed the feeling of his cockhead pressing against her rear and Fortunado’s against her slit, Sabrina leaned back against Galdino’s hairy chest and enjoyed the press of their bodies against hers.

The music and her Storm still had her in its clutches, and Sabrina lifted herself up onto her toes, moving just enough that Fortunado’s probing head was guided exactly where he needed to be. When he thrust again, instead of sliding wet across her slippery lips, his entire length speared up into her body, and Sabrina and Fortunado both gasped and the unexpected and powerful sensation. The fiddle kept on playing, and she couldn’t stop if she wanted to, grinding her hips in circles to first take him inside her to the hilt and then work him out until only the head was inside her.

Galdino entered her other hole with a grunt, and Sabrina threw her head back and moaned aloud at the small spike of pain followed by the waves of pleasure. Her body felt so full, her arms wrapped around Fortunado and letting herself go, letting the motions of the men move her in time with the music. The man behind her had more girth, and he stretched her wonderfully with each deep stroke into her. Fortunado was smaller, but the way he moved his hips in time with her made his entire shaft rub against the walls of her sex with a delightful, steady motion that threatened to make her cum far too soon.

Sabrina hadn’t realized how empty she’d been until now, with both men filling her up. They both moved in time with the music, but not with each other, and each little ripple of pleasure through her rear only served to distract from the pounding in her slit, which in turn made her forget about the shaft in her ass until the man slammed into her again.

Fortunado slipped out of her snatch suddenly, and a few moments later Galdino too pulled away, and Sabrina cried out in frustration at the sudden emptiness in her. Fortunado reached down and lifted her by the legs, Galdino helping to raise her up and they set her none-too-gently on the table on her back, the fiddle still playing a tune that made her body want to respond. She writhed on the table as Fortunado moved to stand by her head, while Galdino positioned himself between her legs.

The proximity of the cock by her head was enough for Sabrina, and she opened her mouth for it hungrily. The entire length didn’t fit in her mouth, but she sucked and licked and twirled her tongue round it from where she lay on her back. His rod was sticky and tasted sweet, and it took her a few moments to realize that she was relishing the taste of her own juices on his cock.

Galdino took her ankles and lifted them in the air, pressing the head of his member once more against her asshole. She moved her hips in time with the music, slowly working herself down a few inches, confident that he would do the rest. With a wet sound the man slammed himself forward and into her again, and Sabrina moaned against the meat that rested in her mouth.

As nice as it felt, she missed the feeling of being filled from both sides, and as Galdino settled into a steady rhythm with his thrusting, her own hands began exploring between her legs. One settled on her mound, wet with precum and juices, and her fingers moved in small circles around her clit. The other ventured lower, three fingers easily slipping into her snatch as Galdino slammed away at the hole beneath.

Had she been capable of logical thought, it wouldn’t have surprised Sabrina that Galdino came first, buried in her ass, watching her naked on her back, writhing in time with the music and playing with herself. He grabbed her by the hips and drilled home a final time. She wished he had finished in her womb so she could feel the seed spurting into her, but the quivering pulse of his shaft was enough, and she smiled around the cock in her mouth.

Fortunado was making small noises in the back of his throat, and Sabrina took a breath and filled her mouth with him. Her orgasm overwhelmed her so suddenly that she almost didn’t feel it coming, her own pussy clenching down on the fingers inside of her. Deeper and deeper she pushed them, exploring the walls of her sex as they trembled with pleasure that overwhelmed her and filled her, exulting in how obscene she must look to the men and women who watched her being fucked in every hole. Her back arched, and she almost lifted off of the table as her whole body shuddered with the aftershocks.

The aching feeling of Galdino slipping his spent member from her was enough to bring Sabrina back to her senses, and she resumed sucking on the head of Fortunado’s member. The taste of her own juices had been licked clean, but now the sweet tang of his precum told her that he was close. Almost as soon as the thought had crossed her mind, Fortunado stiffened, and his rod pulsed in her mouth.

Sabrina took a spurt of cum in her mouth, but then reached up to pull the man forward, driving his cock down her throat, farther and farther until her lips pressed against his base. It was hard to hold him fast, especially as his shaft throbbed in her, spurting its seed down her throat.

Fortunado slowly withdrew from her throat, and Sabrina breathed deeply. The fiddle music had stopped at some point, and it was a testament to how well the men had taken her that she hadn’t even noticed. Eyes closed and a happy smile on her face, Sabrina rested her head on the table.

“You look content enough to sleep there,” Galdino said.

“Perfectly content,” Sabrina was already almost asleep, fucked nearly into unconsciousness, “though if someone would like to move me to a bed I’d have no objection.”

Strong arms gathered her up almost immediately, and she snuggled happily into them. Before she drifted off, a single thought floated through her mind. From now on, I’ll have to end my nights with the Eight Arrows.