<div class="floatright">   (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c4/81/ae/c481ae78b6f7200bdb524ccb436b965a.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Maki the Blue</span><br/>Aasimar Paladin (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1403718)<hr/><br/>Maki entered the royal chamber with careful soft steps and greeted the king with a deep, respectful curtsey, holding low until she was acknowledged.  "Your majesty, I'm most humbled by your invitation!"  She was grinning all the while, playful and honest in her joy to see him, but quite serious in her obeisance.  Never forget a tiger is a tiger, even when he purrs.  At his motion to approach she didn't rise, but instead dropped slowly to all fours, traversing the polished parquet on hands and knees.  She crawled sinuously, dramatic and accentuated: a seductive teasing mix of subservience and predatory stalking.  This was a negotiation, after all, and those were her best tools: to thrill him and stoke his ego.  Not that Maki minded; his power was an aphrodisiac for them both.  "I'm told you have...<em>use</em>for me."  She flashed a sultry smile and gave her hips an extra roll as she continued forward.<br/><br/>When she reached him, Maki paused to look up for permission to touch; his hand tousled her hair playfully, and she nuzzled it while he made silly jokes, his voice already husky.  She lowered further, kissing the top of his foot.  "Tell me, your grace," she planted another kiss on the other foot, "how I may serve?"  She continued as he spoke, more kisses at first and then removing his velvet slippers to lick and nip and suck, seemingly entranced by the vulgar self-effacing act although her mind was racing at the implications of their unusual mission.  "You wish us to teach her, my lord?"  Maki's soft lips began to travel upward, her head nudging beneath the tassled hem of his embroidered robe.  "To humble her," Maki was unsurprised to discover there was nothing beneath the robe.  She crawled a few inches forward, her cool cheek against the warmth of his thigh.  "To<em>break</em>her."  It was a breathy whisper and the royal cock twitched as she blew a light puff of air.<br/><br/>Then she looked up, catching his eye with a serious expression even as her hand rose to stroke him.  "But still to value her life as we value our own?"  This, of course, was the true crux of the task.  A few kobolds were nothing; a stern tutor for a royal brat was a weighty enough task, but to take the man's child into danger...Maki nodded at his expression, not making him say the words.  The king would give his daughter a stern lesson but there would be little forgiveness for the band that lost her.  "Of course, sire.  Whatever Livia's faults, you love her."  It was not merely acceptable; it was what she needed to hear despite the risk of dire consequences.<br/><br/>However, those consequences ought to carry commensurate reward.<br/><br/>"I'll need a writ by your hand, of course, authorizing my discipline in case she runs to some guardsman over an unpleasant task or chastisement."  She let him mull over the thought of his daughter being punished as she leaned forward again, settled on her knees, and opened both the robe and the king's legs.  They were strong and masculine, like the rest of him.  Despite his long reign, dusting of silver hair and grown children, he wasn't old; he still had a better body than many fit knights half his age.  "Such a pity your mistress is away, your grace; we enjoyed her so much last time.  Is she still pleased by her new rings?  It was such a pleasant tingle watching her walk so carefully those few days after."  Maki grinned and bent down, taking him in her mouth.<br/><br/>She spent her time at it, leaving her hands on his knees and demonstrating what a well trained tongue was capable of.  Maki brought him to the brink over and over, on her knees but darting challenging glances upward as she worked, daring him to lose control and force his way to a finish.  And finally, when he was stiff and shivering with lust, head thrown back and teeth biting his lip, she returned to business.  "It's honor enough to serve you, my lord," another long, slow lick, "but we wouldn't dare insult your legendary generosity by refusal."  She named a few things between licks and sucking, jewelry for her vain companions and magical violent trinkets she thought her comrades would enjoy, then came to her own request.  She hesitated a moment, but gave a mental shrug.  Fortune favored the bold, after all, and nothing ventured nothing gained.<br/><br/>Maki climbed up the king's body, animalistic, a slight tug at her red sash loosening her own silk robe as she pushed him onto his back.  In the blink of an eye she transformed from fully clothed to complete nudity, her bare legs straddling his thighs as the silk cloth of her gown settled around them.  "We'll need your daughter well protected," she moaned softly, lifting her hips over the king's rigid, twitching cock, "both from violence and her own disobedient naivety.  There's an item in the royal stables that would help with that."  Her small hands gripped him, teasing his round head against her bare wet lips while she waited for recognition to dawn.  She grinned and gave a playful shrug when it did, his eyes widening.  "You<em> did </em>say to humble her, my lord."  She sank down to stifle any objection, moaning at the sudden fullness.<br/><br/>The item in question was in the royal stables because it had been made for the royal menagerie.  It was meant for a valuable but spirited beast, protecting the creature's hide in battle while gently bending its will.  It hadn't been used in decades; Maki herself wouldn't know of it except for the Master of the Hunt's recent tithe and dark fantasy to feel the collar's magic himself.  They'd both been surprised and pleased by the outcome.<br/><br/>Maki rode fast and hard, her hips undulating and grinding, the man beneath her about to finish.  She reached up and took a fistful of her long raven hair, tugging her own head forcefully to the side to reveal the pale skin of a long, slim neck in offering.  "Perhaps you could try it on me first, my lord...to be sure it's safe?"<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Training Collar: This black leather studded collar is finely tooled and adorned with a bright sapphire and silver lock.  When fastened around a willing creature's neck, it functions as an amulet of natural armor (+2?) and makes the wearer subject to influence, as per the Suggestion spell, from the person who fastened it.  Removal of the collar by anyone but the fastener is treated like a cursed item.  The collar doesn't confer any benefit if placed on oneself.  </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Apologies if I took too many liberties with the king, but I thought it would be suitable for a prologue.  Since I didn't get much in the way of requests from others I've left that vague for now; perhaps just a gold piece equivalent and I can figure out a few specific trinkets?  I tried to make my own request plot driven and interesting, with a bit of help for Livia since she wouldn't be represented in the negotiation but also a healthy thrill for myself.