Sir Jacob Frye. He quite liked the sound of that.
Becoming a Knight of the British empire had its advantages, and it also meant the country’s monarch, the queen of England, could call upon him at any moment. He was happy and willing to serve his majesty in whatever crisis arose. Even if sometimes that crisis was a much more private affair.
In fact, it was those assignments he took great pleasure in.
Naturally, his twin sister wouldn’t approve. But who was he to deny her majesty when she called upon him. And Evie needn’t find out as Queen Victoria valued discretion above all else.
One such assignment came late one Wednesday afternoon when Jacob received his summons and promptly reported to Buckingham palace, allowing himself to be led to her majesty’s audience where she was waiting for him. Once she ordered they not be disturbed, they were left alone in her private chambers so she could thoroughly debrief the gentlemen of her situation. And as always, he was eager to serve.
And serve he did as the beautiful monarch fell onto her back closing her eyes, fingers curling across the bedsheets of her massive bed while the handsome young man lay between her legs servicing her Crown Jewels. This was the seventh time she’d requested such aid from her subject and the seventh time she was astonished at his talent. After her first time she asked him where he leant to pleasure a lady like this. He was vague with the details, telling her it would be rude to discus such matters. She had to respect him, assuming to herself that he had many suitors to practice with. Of all the tongues that had cleaned her over the years, she felt his was the most skilled as it found each of her special places and delved deeper than all of them.
Jacob, however, couldn’t claim the woman’s cunt was the best he’d ever tasted, but her body was certainly one of the prettiest to look at. It always infuriated him when she ordered him to undress and she herself retreated behind a screen to change into an accessible nightgown, refusing to give him even a glimpse of her in total undress. He knew men would kill to see her like this, but even so he tried to catch a reflection of her naked body in all its glory before she hid the best parts from him. She was also a stoic lover, all business and no pleasure. He very rarely got a chance for foreplay before she was on the bed beckoning him over to lick her pussy or make love to her body. And she was an impatient woman if he dallied for a second.
Nevertheless, he was sure to give her his best performance every time. And his best always got a reaction from the proud woman. He could see the veiled pleasure his her face whenever she closed her eyes, her lips curling into a smile as her chest rose with a ragged breath. He put his arms around her hips and pulled her closer, sucking on her clit inserting a pair of fingers inside her to find her g-spot, able to find it from memory. She panted more heavily, biting her lip suppressing a moan or a whimper. She was a proper lady and remained silent throughout the exchange. He always made it his mission to see if he could get her to make a sound.
Alas, she orgasmed without so much as a whisper, instead releasing a long breath and relaxing against the mattress. He claimed up her body, wiping his mouth clean and admired her beauty. He learnt after every orgasm she fell into a moment of laziness, with caused her uptight demeanour and upbringing to fall away briefly, allowing him a moment to play with her without complaint. He leant down and kissed along her neck, listening to her sigh as she turned her head to allow him to kiss her lips. It was the most intimate she allowed their affair to get. “Very good, as always” she said, opening her eyes and nodding to him with satisfaction.
“I aim to please, my lady” Jacob replied, bowing his head and kissing her just above the breast where her nightgown rested around her neckline. Ran a cautious finger along her collar, quietly suggesting “maybe I could please you more in other areas.”
“Such as?” She asked, watching him intently resting her head on the pillow.
“Such as…” he said, pushing his privileges by telling her “your majesty, where I come from, I find women to be most receptive to receiving pleasure when men get to play with other parts of the body. Such as the bosom.”
“Is that so?” She said curiously, glancing down at her covered chest. She knew precisely what he meant, but she played coy. “And how do men play with these women, mr Frye?” She asked.
Jacob confidently brought his hand to hover over her boobs, explaining “they use their hands to massage them, my lady. And when their…bosom's are hard, they use their tongue to lick them much like they would with other places. I’d be happy to demonstrate for you, if you’ll allow me?”
Victoria considered the prospect of allowing him to be the first man to gaze upon her naked breast, but decided “no, that won’t be necessary. I have better use of your time” she declared, motioning for him to climb off her so she could sit up. “Lie down” she commanded plainly, watching the man obediently obey before climbing on top of him.
He lay of his back watching the Queen of England straddle his waist, his erection disappearing under her nightgown as she moved into position. It disappointed him that he couldn’t see it, but he felt Victoria’s pussy lips rubbing against his cock. She took a moment to drink against him, making sure she was aligned before lowering herself onto his penis. She sighed with a satisfied grin as she sank down his length, her palms pressed against his toned stomach. He released a similar moan when he felt her walls wrap around him, squeezing his shaft making him wonder how often she got to satisfy her womanly desires. Maybe that was why he was in such high demand.
Once she was settled and adjusted, she looked down at the young man and smiled. “This will do nicely” she said, proceeding to rock her hips atop his groin. He let her have her way with him, watching her face as it mixed with a range of expressions from pleasure to content. Again, she didn’t make much noise. But he could tell she was enjoying herself because her nails would dig into his flesh every so often. He didn’t mind, he’d had more rough lovers in his life. Victoria wasn’t that exciting in comparison, but she felt great on his dick. He threw his head back humming through his throat, his hands resting by his sides. After a few minutes, he couldn’t help but reach up to run his hands up her thigh, his fingers sneaking under her nightgown to feel her soft skin. A grin curled on his face when he almost reached her hips, until her hand seated them away. “Behave young man” she chided playfully.
“Forgive me your highness” he replied, his groin aching. “Permission to move my hips to assist your pleasure.”
He wanted to say permission to fuck your royal cunt, but fortunately she read between the lines. “Request granted” she nodded, allowing him to grasp her waist and thrust his cock up into her pussy. Her mouth opened in a stifled gasp when he began, riding him as he made love to her vigorously. “That it. Keep going” she whispered, leaning over the man struggling to stay upright, her arms shaking the harder he fucked her. She almost moaned, but at the last second she covered her mouth to hold her dignity.
Jacob was too focused on his own pleasure by now as her inner walls massaged his cock in a vice grip. He closed his eyes and moaned, muttering under his breath “fuck, I’m about to explode.” She gave no indication she heard him, and as a result she didn’t get any warning before he ejaculated inside her pussy. It coincided with her second orgasm, her back arching as cum was squirted in both directions.
When it was over, both Victoria and Jacob exhaled relaxing onto the bed. She collapsed to her elbows over the young man, catching her breath after lifting her pussy from his deflected penis, letting them both recover. “Well, I don’t recall giving permission to bear your children mr Frye” she said, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes.
“Forgive me, your majesty. I got carried away” he replied apologetically, already considering the concerns of he did accidentally get the Queen pregnant.
But she simply kissed his cheek, telling him “don’t concern yourself. I have ways to ensure this doesn’t become a problem. And it made a change to feel it inside rather than swallowing it” she smirked. He grinned, stealing a kiss from her lips in her moment of weakness.
They were suddenly interrupted by you walking abruptly into the bedroom dressed in a maids outfit. The moment you saw them, you came to a halt in surprise. “I’m so sorry my lady, I didn’t realize you were in here” you stammered, bowing respectfully averting your gaze from the compromising scene you interrupted.
“That’s quite alright” Victoria stated casually, lifting herself off Jacob’s chest sitting on his lap. “We were just finished. Please give us a moment to freshen up and then you can tidy up after us.”
“Yes your majesty” you nod, retreating back out the door you came through closing it behind.
“Well that was rude” Jacob commented.
“Indeed” Victoria sighed, climbing off the bed to get dressed. “She’s new. I’ll have to get my butler to remind her about proper manners.”
“And discretion” he added cautiously.
“Quite right. Anyway, out business here is concluded. You’ve served your country well. Now I trust you can make your own way out without causing a scandal?”
“Yes ma’am” he nodded, giving the Queen a bow before she disappeared behind the screen to change, allowing him to get dressed and take his leave of the palace. He passed you on the way out, giving you a polite tip of his hat while you blushed bright red.
***
Jacob arrived back at the train hideout a few hours later. When he walked in he found his twin sister standing by the table reading a letter. When she heard him walk in she folded it up and pocketed it, turning immediately to address her brother. “Where have you been?” She asked.
“On an assignment” he said, brushing her off to pick up a drink.
“What kind of assignment?” She asked curiously, crossing her arms indicating her doubt.
He refused to give details, dodging the topic. “What are you still doing here? I thought you were networking with Henry?”
“He’s busy, and I have other matters to attend to” she said, picking up her stuff and abruptly walking past him. She paused at the door and turned to her brother. “Might I suggest you check in with our contact in the police. The grand master might be dead, but the Templars are still out there trying to get organized.”
“Please” he scoffed. “Without their masters, the rooks control the city. They’re in too much chaos to be a problem.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure. Somebody is organizing them, and the sooner we coping out who the faster we can rout them from London. Now I have to go” she said, disappearing out of the train carriage before Jacob could ask where. He shrugged, happy to have gotten away with another royal assignment under Evie’s nose.
Outside, however, Evie pulled out the royal summons she received minutes ago, a smirk tugging at her lips as she made her way to the very palace Jacob had come from.
***
You found yourself drawn once more to the queens bedchamber later that afternoon, still in your maid uniform. This time you paused before entering, listening at the door hearing her majesty speaking to another woman. “That’s it, perfect” she was saying, moaning softly soon after. You found the door slightly ajar and snuck a peek through the gap to find Queen Victoria once more in bed, this time with a naked young woman between her legs.
Evie Frye followed her majesty’s instructions after answering her summons for a private assignment. No sooner was she undressed when Victoria had opened her legs and ordered her to clean up her dripping cunt. She lapped at her with her tongue, delving as deep as she could to reach every inch of her pussy drinking it up. She looked up the woman’s naked body, her bare chest rising and falling with each pant as she approached orgasm. This wasn’t the first time the queen of England had personally requested Evie to service her needs. She made sure to keep these assignments a secret from her brother, or she’d never hear the end of it. And privately she enjoyed making love to the beautiful woman, and got really hot when she watched her climax.
“You always seem to find the perfect spot” Victoria smiled, coming down from her high and gazing at the freckled young woman as she climbed out from between her thighs, wiping her mouth. “You are quite skilled miss Frye.”
“Thank you your majesty” she replied, licking her lips as she knelt in front of her. She couldn’t put a finger on it, but her cum tasted a little different than usual. Victoria saw her expression and asked what was wrong. “Nothing to worry about. Just savouring your taste” she said.
Victoria forced herself to suppress a smirk, taking her hand and pulling her on top whispering “let me taste” as she pulled her into a deep passionate kiss. Evie kissed her back, sharing the taste of cum, unaware she had just licked up the remains of her twin brother’s cum.
You watch silently as the two naked woman make love on the bed, smirking as you watched the young assassin fuck the queen of England. You wondered how useful this information could be when you finish organizing your fellow Templars, supplanting yourself as the new grandmaster, and make your move to seize control of London once again.
Evie Frye sensed your arrival moments after you stepped into the carriage, whirling around drawing her hidden blade attempting to stab you in the throat. You saw the move and effortlessly blocked the swing, grabbing her wrist and throwing her against the wall shaking the room. “Is that anyway to greet a friend?” You asked her, pinning her against the wall.
“What are you doing here?” She asked, glaring at you with contempt.
“You asked for my help” you reminded her calmly. “I got the location of your target. It was quite simple. Aren’t you going to thank me?”
She didn’t reply as her eyes darted to the exits of the carriage. You could read her expression easily. She wasn’t hoping to get assistance, she was worried about being seen talking to you. You were carefully, explaining to her you were alone and the rest of the train was empty. They wouldn’t be disturbed. You then stepped away from the wall releasing her wrist to show you meant no harm. Not this time. “We agreed to meet in Lambert” she scowled, lowering her arm but not retracting her blade.
“Plans changed, thanks you your brother” you replied, casually examining the carriage that was serving as the assassins base in London. Ingenious. “Things are a bit noise out in the streets right now. Neither of us want to be seen talking, do we?” You said, referring to your employers.
Evie scoffed but didn’t deny it. It was dangerous for an assassin to be talking to a Templar while the two were mortal enemies. But the twins had their sights on the big players, one of which was eluding them. Fortunately, you had recently fallen out of favor with this particular agent and was willing to offer your help. You couldn’t move against him yourself, but you could send the Frye Twins to dispatch him keeping your hands clean and in a position to take over. A temporary alliance with mutual benefits.
“Where’s the target?” Evie asked, not looking to make small talk lest you were discovered.
You smile and pull out a piece of paper from your pocket, holding it between your fingers. She cautiously walks over, her eyes fixed on you the whole time, and reached for the lead. But you snatch it away at the last moment. “You still haven’t thanked me” you said.
“I need to know your information is valuable first” she retorted. She was brave, had spirit, I afraid to stand up to you. You smirk, admiring her tenacity as you hand her the paper. She retracts her blade and unfolds it, reading the location of her target. “And you’re sure he’ll be there?” She asked doubtfully.
“He attends every Thursday” you assure her, checking your watch. “If my sources are correct, he should be due before noon. That should give you a few hours to prepare. It will be quite fortified. He’s grown rather paranoid thanks to your efforts.” You made it sound like a compliment, which it was. Not many templars get spooked in this city.
“We’ll manage” she replied, already formulating a plan marking the lead on their map.
You had no doubt they would. “Well, are you going to thank me?” You asked.
She looked at you sideways, but this time she didn’t scowl. She tried not to, but her eyes gave away the gratitude. That was enough for you. “Our business if concluded” she said dismissively.
“It doesn’t have to be” you say, taking a step closer studying the young woman. “I must admit, you’re not the brotherhood I was expecting, but you’ve proven yourselves adept at what you do. Maybe it could beneficial to have an ally like me.”
“You’re a Templar” she scoffed. “You have nothing to offer us.”
“That paper you’re reading might disagree” you point out. “And I have plenty of resources that might be of use. I’m sure we could find some kind of agreement, a mutually beneficial arrangement that suits both our needs.”
Evie realized you’d slinked up next to her and spun to face you, her hidden blade shooting out pressing against your neck. You didn’t flinch as you stared into her eyes, counting the freckles running across her nose. “Why would we ever join you? We’re here to free London and kill every last Templar.”
“But you don’t need to kill all of us, do you? Just removing the right people with cause the order in this city to collapse. I may have signed up to their cause, but I’m not blind enough to fall on their sword. I don’t want to have my throat slit” you clarified, taking her wrist and slowly pulling the blade away from your neck while fixing her gaze with yours. “So if I can find a way to come out of this with my head, I would be astute to take it.”
“Are you saying you’ll betray them and join us?” She asked, surprised.
“If the offer is enticing” you nodded. You could feel her breath against your cheek as you lean in to whisper in her ear “think about what we could accomplish together. Our skills and resources combined. London wouldn’t just be free. We could make it better. You must admit, we work well together” you say. Evie begrudgingly acknowledged the sentiment as she looked up at your charming face, your hand wrapped around her wrist finding the switch to retract her blade into her sleeve. “If you need me to convince you I’m trustworthy, just say the word. Let me prove my worth…”
Evie couldn’t explain what came over her in that moment. Later she’d rationalize it as being cooped up in the train for too long or that you had masterfully manipulated the situation, used some sort of poison or gas. But in the end, it didn’t rationalize how quickly she leaned in to begin kissing you with reckless abandon. The fact was she’d found you surprisingly charming for a Templar, drawing her to you in a way she hoped Jacob would never find out. It wasn’t romance, it was something more primal. Whatever it was, you’d awoken it deep inside her and she’d been fighting so hard to keep it buried. But your offer was just the right amount of enticing to unleash it.
You kiss the young woman with a mix of affection and power, just enough to make her think she was in control while you pulled her in close to feel her body on yours. She inhaled sharply when she felt your hands on her back, revealing a moment of vulnerability that you exploited to invade her mouth with your tongue. She grabbed your shoulders fighting to break away, her resolve not quite broken as she pulled out of the kiss gasping. “We can’t!” She whispered.
“Why not?” You asked, holding her closer staring longingly into her eyes. She tried to look away, but your admiration was hypnotic. “You’re a remarkable woman. What man could resist your beauty? Can you honestly tell me you haven’t considered what we could do together?” You say, stroking her cheek softly.
She took a shaky breath as her eyes darted to the door, her heart racing as color rushed to her cheeks. You could see the hesitation, the conflicted emotions, the shame and the excitement. You steal a peck on her lips and she flinched, her eyes returning to yours. “We shouldn’t..” she muttered.
“No, we shouldn’t” you agree. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t.”
She took a moment to pause before breaking out of your grasp and darting to the door. At first you thought she was running out of the carriage to escape you. But then she stopped at the exit and shut the door, locking herself inside with you. When she turned back, her hesitation was gone, her eyes focused and breathing steady. You smirk, unhooking your belt to drop your weapons before striding forward to embrace the assassin in a powerful kiss.
You made out passionately in the empty carriage, gasping and moaning as you took the opportunity of the empty carriage. You mumbled a question about when Jacob might return, but Evie answered by pinning you to the wall telling you not to ask about her brother. You were happy to forget the question, focusing on disarming the feisty young woman one weapon at a time. Guns and blades dropped from you both, followed closely by cloaks and coats. You flipped her around shoving her against the wall grinding your mouth against hers, catching her groping hands and pinning them to her sides. She looked at you inquisitively when you broke the kiss to examine her, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She did look exquisite. She didn’t resist as you expertly unlatched her gauntlets and yanked her hidden blades from her arms to cast them to the floor, leaving her unarmed. But she proved she didn’t need them by grabbing you and shoving you against the door, pinning your wrists above your head. She smirked, her nose touching yours. You smile back, leaning forward to kiss her, letting her fingers interlace with yours.
A few minutes of playful grappling later and you had her up against the table, papers and objects clattering to the ground as it shook violently. Your lips mashed together as fingers clawed at clothing, buttons popping and lacing pulled undone. Jackets and books were shrugged off before your hands reached into Evie’s outfit and ripped her corset open. She exhaled a breath before replacing it with one of your own, wrapping her arms around your neck as you lifted her waist up and planted you on the table. You ran your hands under her skirt lifting her knees against you, reach deep within to find her damp crotch buried under all the fabric. She whimpered as you kissed along her jaw, finding a soft spot on her neck to nibble on while she curled her fingers through your hair.
She’d stopped hesitating now, overcome by forbidden desires long since buried as she helped you out of your shirt and trousers. You shoved her skirt up her thighs to tear away at her undergarments, shoving yourself against her the moment your erection was released. It got lost between her thighs as it probed insistently until finding that soaking wet entrance begging to claim it. The second you did, Evie Frye melted into your embrace, moaning and gasping between passionate kisses.
“I told you we would be good together” you whispered in her ear as your hips thrust gently into her, taking what you assumed wasn’t her virginity but her pride.
“Yes, we are” she replied, biting her bottom lip as she squeezed you tightly, sucking in your cock down to the hilt hiding the pleasure in your shoulder.
“We could save London together” you said.
“Yes” she agreed.
At this moment, the Assassin would probably say yes to anything you said. Her mind was broken along with her body. She was yours as you rocked your hips and fucked her against the table, the wood creaking with each motion you wondered how easy it would be to break. She broke first, her mouth falling open to scream in climax crushing your cock with powerful force. You rode her through the orgasm, waiting until she was trembling before pushing her onto her back to continue fucking her, placing a hand on her chest to feel her rapid heartbeat as she panted for breath. She stared up at the ceiling delirious, moaning incoherently lost in the sensations.
But then she found a moment of clarity and used it to pull you on top of her to kiss you desperately, proving she wasn’t too far gone to offer some resistance. You welcomed it, even when the table broke and it sent you both sprawling onto the floor with her on top, watching her ride you like you were a horse until you ejaculated streams into her pussy. And even then you both kept going, making use of the empty train car while you had it.
***
Evie was asleep when you finally got dressed, her petite figure glistening in the lamps as she lay on the ground with her cloak draped over her. You looked down at her naked back and leg athletic legs, her hair loose and tangled behind her ear. She looked peaceful, content. After the afternoon you treated her to, you would hope so.
You finished zipping up your trousers and knelt over her, brushing a strand of her hair away from her neck to admire her face, counting the freckles across the bridge of her nose. You picked up the knife from the flor nearby, examining it momentarily as her neck was reflected in the metal. It just occurred to you you could end her life right now and solve a problem before it arose. But you pocketed the blade instead. You liked Evie, and she still had her uses. She and her brother would help you topple the grand master and the other Templar leaders. After that…
You gathered the rest of your things and left the way you came in, taking one last look at the sleeping young woman. It almost pained you that you would have to betray her at the end of all this.
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