The warrior known as "Silent Death" entered the tent. He paused. His nostrils flared as the wondrous scents wafted through the air and his eyes narrowed as he observed the changes that had occurred in his tent while he had been out. Then he saw the reason and his heart nearly stopped.

The blonde stood, waiting patiently, deceptively languorously by the largest table. Her heavenly blue eyes sparkled with anticipation and just a touch of uneasiness. A gold ring clasped each earlobe, partially hidden from sight by her near-white hair. She was built along amazonian lines, all slender, lean muscles, reminiscent of a thoroughbred. Overshadowing her physical appearance, however, was the strength of character radiating from her like a beacon of light for lost souls at night. His gaze traced the woman before he spoke, caressing her, "What have you done with Gregorious?" He was only mildly curious about the fate of the inept servant that had been sent to serve him, and, no doubt, spy on him.

Her lips twisted, "I removed him." She could not contain her pleasure at the act. "His sense of style was offensive." Her tone indicated that she could not imagine *what* good Gregorious could have possibly been. She pointedly looked at the various improvements she had wrought in her master's living space.

The warriors' lips quirked in response. He glanced over his shoulder and made a dismissing movement with one strong, long-fingered hand, "You may return to your tent. It appears my ... needs ... have been met."

A petite brunette, whose voluptuous charms were barely contained by her exceedingly skimpy outfit, followed him into the tent, "But, my Lord." the brunette began in a simpering tone. Her glance dismissed the blonde as too *unfeminine* for this fine figure of a man to be interested in. Surely she must be one of his warriors.

He did not reply to her plea but watched the blonde for a response instead.

The blonde's eyes widened and as her mouth opened he chose to avoid any of the repercussions he could see on the horizon. He turned and looked at the brunette for the second time that evening, "You may leave." The brunette pouted for a moment and then stomped out.

He stepped closer to the blonde and traced a finger down her neck, parting the robe at her collarbone, pushing the right side up until the ridge of her shoulder was visible. He stroked a fingertip across her bared skin. The blonde shivered but maintained a steady gaze. He smiled slightly at her response and dropped the cloth back, re-covering the shoulder. He glanced at her mouth, his eyes lingering in a visual kiss. He lightly stroked her bottom lip with his forefinger, smoothing the soft skin. The blonde flushed and parted her lips slightly as she tried to deal with her increasing excitement.

Satisfied with her response, he turned away and looked around the tent. His initial curiosity of what changes were made returning.

Along the far side of one wall, near a back flap a large barrel-like tub was steadily being filled with slightly steamy water. The smooth sound of pouring water filled the tent with a soothing melody. As the last bucket is emptied into the tub, the blonde dismissed the other servants for the evening.

The warrior moved closer to the tub and started to remove his armor.

"My Lord. That is for me to do." the blonde interrupted his movements. She knelt down and unbuckled his boots and greaves. The blonde paused to stroke her hands up and down his legs, massaging the tight and tired muscles. A look of total concentration on her face. Satisfied, she stood up and with an ease that bespoke of much practice proceeded to divest him of the rest of his armor and under-clothing, setting each piece carefully aside for future cleaning.

She did not hide her gaze as she watched his bare body climb into the water, sinking smoothly into the water with barely a ripple. A quiet sigh escaped his lips and he closed his eyes as he felt the warmth of the water embracing his much abused body. At the soft sound of cloth moving he opened his eyes, "Leave it."

The blonde stopped gathering his clothing and armor and turned to look at him, a question in her eyes.

The warrior picked up a sponge and held it out to her, "Bathe me."

With trembling hands the blonde placed his clothing back on the bench by the tub and stepped closer. With shaky fingers she removed the robe and stood before him naked and waited. The warrior did not spare her blushes and he leisurely looked at her fair skin flush under his regard.

"Enter."

The blonde stepped into the tub. She gasped slightly at the heat of the water but quickly became acclimatized to it. Gliding toward the warrior, she reached for the sponge.

He watched silently as she bathed him, the sponge swirling hypnotically up his arms, across his broad chest, down his ribs, his abdomen and lower. Her touch light. The blonde then placed some soap cream in her palms and rubbed them together. She stroked the soap across his body, following the same route as the sponge. Her handling a little heavier as she struggled to complete her task. Her breathing faster as the lightly scarred flesh beneath her fingers flexed and rippled in response to her touch. He stopped her as she traced his ribs and glided across his solid abdomen reaching for him.

"Turn around." he whispered, his voice betraying his arousal as clearly as his body.

With a shiver, the blonde turned around and cried out softly, even as she leaned back into him, as he pulled her closer to his body, his heat searing her back, his arousal throbbing against her.

A wet finger pushed her head out of the way as it stroked down her neck. He leaned in to breathe in the scent of her hair. The finger continued down her back and tracked down her spine as he encircled her waist with his other hand.

The blonde whimpered and bit her lower lip in an attempt to contain her desire. He smiled at the muffled sound and dropped a light kiss on her ear.

"Are you obedient?" he kissed the question into her ear. His hand stroked her stomach in long gliding strokes that caressed her skin to the underside of her breasts down to the top of her curls.

The blonde gasped, her skin burning from his teasing. She placed a hand on his and 'forced' his hand to cup her breast. Her knees trembled as he complied. His thumb flicked across her aching nipple, causing spikes of pleasure.

"You never answered me." he reminded her as he nibbled her neck, his hand lazily massaging her breast.

"Sometimes." she gasped.

"Sometimes, what?"

"Sometimes, I am obedient."

The warrior's low laugh rippled through the blonde's body, tingling on contact. "At least you are honest." the warrior chuckled as his other hand began to stroke her thigh.

The blonde sighed and shivered as he continued to caress and fondle the smooth delicate-skinned creature of light in front of him. His hand raised to tickle through the downy curls and the blonde arced into his touch. She ached for his touch. Her head bent back toward him, offering him her neck her body, her heart.

He growled into the skin of her throat as one finger parted her curls and sought out the wetness between her thighs. His fingertip found and played with the hidden pearl at the top of her opening. The blonde bucked and parted her thighs, welcoming him. His finger glided along the slickness, filling her. She trembled and sighed as he added another finger and started stroking in and out of her as his thumb caressed her pearl, rubbing and rolling it in rhythm with his thrusts. The blonde panted and moaned as the wonder rushed over her, flowing through her body as the warrior known as "Silent Death" carefully caressed her into a bundle of sensation. The blonde cried out as her senses were overwhelmed with pleasure.

The warrior held her as she slowly regained her strength, his arousal forgotten for the moment as the delight of holding this beautiful, strong creature in his arms permeated his whole being.

At last, the blonde straightened and she regained somewhat shaky legs.

With gentle hands he turned her around and cupped her face. "Ni-ki-ta."

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