<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #40BF80"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Gregorio Pescari</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The Lord of Euganea</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/53cd9d89-d20b-452d-91a2-9d91f5ba5abc_zps00e843d7.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Gregorio had been on the look-out for his latest prey, this slutty little tart Marina Tremoulin and it had not been very difficult to find her. He just had to look for the one girl sticking out like a deer among wolves. Gregorio had not seen her for a while and the young heir of Tosisi had changed, had turned form a pretty young girl into an alluring woman. She still couldn’t have reached her twenties, but her body surely had. Some more decent dress may have made it less obvious but this sluttly white top she wore displayed more than ample cleavage. She had braided coloured bands in her hair and was wearing a red cloth in her hair and a skirt worthy of a gypsy girl. She looked everything like a little slut but not at all like a noble lady, the daughter of the Earl of Tosisi. <br/><br/>She must have been late to the tournament, because she was standing in the back of the stands, the last row near an entrance and he would have missed her among all those people, if she wouldn’t have had that red cloth in her hair. Gregorio watched her from the tournament grounds and from the distance she looked very tasty, very young and very vulnerable. This could be really fun and he knew already what he needed, he just had to find it and it shouldn’t be too difficult to find at those tournaments. The seducing of Marine would be the classical greek tragedy in three acts. Gregorio left the stands behind and looked out for the whores and their customers. They were always present at a tournament, working the ones who got turned on by blood and battles. The frist three whores, young and curvy, walking up to him, he ignored until he found the right one. A mountain of a woman, quite obvious a whore with those large sagging breasts hanging out of her too narrow dress. She had long crossed the line from being pretty and a little fat into being pretty fat and now she was on the verge of becoming ugly fat. One of those women who had missed the right time to stop this work and who were now desperate to find a drunk guy who was too drunk to realize that he was just fucking a walrus. She eyed him mysteriously, when he waved her over, understanding that he wasn’t her usual client. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“How much do you take for a good fuck?”</span><br/><br/>The whore snorted, placing a finger on her nose, blewing some snot on the ground. Very alluring, really, Gregorio could not imagine how drunk you have to be and how desperate to fuck her. She answered him, displaying missing and rotten teeth.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">“Ten pence and it doesn’t matter which hole…”</span><br/><br/>Gregorio dug five goldpieces out of his coat and held it out to her, pulling them quickly away before she could snatch them. Yes, this was more than the whore could earn in two weeks and it would make it work.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Interested in an easy job, lady? One that includes that you forget about me having asked for it and to avoid this tournament?”</span> She snorted again being titled lady and nodded. <span style="color: #FF8000">“Ok, it’s really easy, there is a young whore on the stands, right next to the entrance on the right in the last row. You will easily recognize her, white top, large cleavage, red cloth in her hair, two bands braided in her hair. She treated me very bad and I want to give her some payback by some boys, but I can’t go onto the stands and drag her out, someone would call the guards. But if a fellow whore drags her out, this will not cause any turmoil. Especially not if you do it, everybody will understand it…”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">“Are you calling me ugly with those sweet words of yours, Sir?”</span> The old whore looked at him with wary eyes, but then she laughed and gave him a punch in the belly that was short of making him double over. <span style="color: #80BF00">“Hah, I know that I am not looking anymore like seventeen, Sir. No offense taken. Shall I do it now?”</span><br/><br/>Gregorio nodded and gave her the five goldpieces. She bit on each of it, satisfied making them disappear between her breasts. Gregorio wondered if they would ever surface again without being greasy from all this fat they were resting now in between. The old whore waddled towards the stands and Gregorio turned around looking for the other party he needed for this assault. He found them not far away, talking to a young whore and leaving her behind shaking their heads. Two young, pimpled boys in dirty clothes looking for a cheap fuck. Ok, those may be desperate enough to take up the old whore, maybe not yet, but they would surely be in a while. Gregorio walked right between them and put his hands on their shoulders, leading them along.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Now fellows, you are looking like you are in dire need to take a woman the hard way. I’ll give you a one-time chance. In a few seconds a young whore will be dragged out of the stands and thrown at your feet. She has treated me bad and I want to give her a lesson. You are invited to fuck her for free, teach her a lesson for me that nobody should dare to play games with me. Are you folks interested?”</span><br/><br/>The two nodded eagerly, especially when they watched from the distance how the old whore climbed the stands and grabbed Marina hard at her long hair, pulling her behind her like some dirty rag. The young noble girl had grabbed her hair, trying to reduce the pull on it, but she had no chance to get free of the old whore. Gregorio could hear her cry of pain and the curses of the old whore, when she dragged her out of the stands. Some people had turned around, but seeing this mountain of a woman, they quickly looked away. Nobody wanted to be involved in a catfight of two whores, when one of them was looking like a hippo. Gregorio was very satisfied, as he had expected just that. He gave the two boys a clap on the back and the two rushed off to take Marina from the old whore. They were very eager, as a whore as young and beautiful as this one was far above their limits. Gregorio waited five seconds, then he followed them slowly.<br/><br/>Gregorio just had to follow the muffled cries and he walked right into an attempted rape of the young noble girl. The old whore was nowhere to be seen anymore, probably already leaving the tournament to guard her ass and Marina was on the ground, her skirt thrown up and one breast had slipped out of her top. She was struggling with her feet to keep one of the boys, who had exposed his erection from taking her, while the other had pinned her arms behind her back with his legs and was muffling her desperate cries with his dirty hand. Gregorio started to run, yelling at them.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“What are you bastards doing here, oh, might the gods have mercy with you!” </span><br/><br/>The two boys had looked up in panic, then puzzled when they realized who was shouting there. Before the one pinning Marina’s arms really realized what was going on, Gregorio had pulled his sword and beheaded him, splashing some blood on Marina’s white top and her bare breast. The other let go of Marina’s feet and tried to crawl backwards, a dagger appearing in his hands, but Gregorio followed him with quick steps and pierced the heart with his sword. Turning around he dropped down at the side of Marina, letting go of his sword and taking his cloak to wrap it around her, holding her in his arms. The girl shivered, obviously complete in shock.<br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>“Mylady, are you ok? Mylady, look at me…” </span><br/><br/>Gregorio could hear rushing feet and clanking armor. The guards would soon arrive, but there was nothing he had to fear. He had just protected the honor of a fellow noble lady. And the ones who could have called the bluff were laying dead at their feet or were already on the run.</div>