The Blade's Edge

The Blade's Edge


Original fiction by Sitting on Satan


You may not use these characters for your own work without my explicit permission.


A little bit of fun, nothing serious here. Just some fantasy fodder to make the long nights pass a little more interestingly. Enjoy.



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"How dare you just stroll in here and tie me up like you own this place! You are just a guard, and I am the emperor's favorite concubine. Let me go at once!" Neridia twisted against the ropes that bound her to the four posts of her bed to no avail. Her writhing only served to expose more of her beautiful, tanned skin as her short robe fell off her shoulders.



Trent smiled at the bound woman, ignoring her protests for the time being in order to savor the sight in front of him. The girl was all soft curves, from the arch of her foot to her perky breasts, to her pouting lips. Her eyes were a pale blue, attractive even though they were narrowed in anger. Her black hair fanned out across the white sheets as if someone had spent hours placing it to frame her perfectly.



"And you will stop staring at me like I am a piece of meat," Neridia continued, "I'm sure this would come as a shock to someone so base as yourself, but a concubine of my level expects to receive pleasure as well as give it. I somehow doubt that your callused hands have ever brought any joy to women. Maybe a pretty soldier-trainee boy or two." She sneered up at him, lashing out with the worst insults she could think of. It was difficult to be angry with such a handsome young man. He had dark brown hair that kept falling over his large, brown eyes -- they made him look younger than he probably was, and sweet.




"No, no trainees for me," Trent said, still smiling, "I'm too fond of women. You're all so beautiful, even ones like you that spit poison as often as you spout tenderness. Of course, you are an exceptional example of a woman. Lucky me that the emperor let me name any price I wanted in return for saving his life."




Neridia stopped fighting and looked up at Trent with wide eyes. "You saved my lord's life? I had no idea." She tugged her bottom lip into her mouth for a moment, then released it. "I -- I apologize for my earlier remarks. I won't fight you anymore." To prove her point, she relaxed back onto the bed, turning her face to one side.




Trent tilted it back with two leather-gloved fingers on her chin. "None of that, now, lady. I'm sure you expect me to just leap at you and be done, but if I'm going to get the chance to use the emperor's concubine, I'm going to do things right."




He stood up, taking off his light tunic and the chain mail he always wore underneath it. Setting both his sword and his dagger beside the bed, he slipped off his belt. Neridia couldn't help but look at him now. His pants slipped down on one hip, exposing a hipbone and a trail of dark hair leading down.




"I take it I'm not too hard on the eyes, from the way you're staring at me." Trent stood with one hand on his bare hip.




Neridia looked up and found that while she had been absorbed with him, he had watched her every expression. "I suppose, for a commoner, you'll do," she said in her most haughty tone, covering up her embarrassment, "Now, would you please get on with this? I think my wrists are going to fall asleep. Of course, you'll have to work around my robe since you neglected to take it off before you restrained me."




"It's not likely that your wrists will fall asleep. I tied you up very carefully, and I've had a fair bit of practice with tying ladies up." Trent smirked, and Neridia decided that looking away would be the easiest answer to her... annoyance. "Now, as for your clothes. Well, I'd suggest you hold very, very still, lady."




Neridia turned back to see Trent standing over her with his dagger in hand. "You wouldn't," she breathed, licking her lips as they suddenly went dry.




"Wouldn't I?" he answered, raising an eyebrow and leaning over her. He slid the flat of the knife across her bare shoulders, and it took every ounce of her control not to flinch. Neridia let out a short, high pitched whimper as the cool metal slid down across the tops of her breasts.




Trent slid the dagger back up her chest, under her robe this time, and sliced off the top of her robe's sleeve. He repeated the process on the other side and then tugged the robe down, baring her breasts.




Rather than removing the robe altogether, he let it stay bunched around her hips and brought his dagger back into play. Starting at her navel, he ran the flat of the blade up her stomach, moving from side to side.




Neridia felt her muscles tense under the blade and had to resist the urge to try and pull away. It was frightening, intense, and somehow those feelings mixed with the sensations of metal moving across her skin to become pleasure.




She thought she might start to cry when he ran the now-warm knife up over her nipple, tracing the blade's point around it before caressing it with the flat.




When he ran it up over her neck and across her lips, she felt the tears pooling in her eyes, but managed to hold them back.




Trent smiled the same bland, friendly smile he had worn almost continuously. It seemed to hold a slightly wicked edge, now that Neridia took the time to analyze it.




"Well, whatever shall I do with you next?" Trent tapped the blade against her lips once, then pulled it away. "What do you think?"




"Please," Neridia said, words almost catching in her dry throat, "Please...." She didn't even know what she was begging for.




Trent seemed to, though. "Alright, no worries. I'll put the knife away for now. This doesn't mean you should relax, though." True to his word, he set the dagger down on the floor. Leaning over to put his lips next to her ear, he whispered, "I think you're going to experience tension like you never have before. But have no fear," he laughed softly, "I promise I'll let you experience release too."




He stood up again and pulled her robe the rest of the way off, tossing it aside. His eyes raked over her naked body so intensely that Neridia could almost feel it. Still clad in his pants, he straddled her hips and started running his hands up from her waist.




Trent's leather gloves were a whole new sensation on skin that was already incredibly sensitive. He ran his gloved hands up her sides, brushing the edges of her breasts and then moving down again. After a few passes, he slid this thumbs across the undersides of her breasts.




Neridia abandoned any shame she might have felt and arched into the touch. His gloved hands left trails of fire and sparks of lightning where they touched. When he started tracing circles around one nipple she couldn't help the soft moans that started spilling from her throat.




As he bent over and trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses across her neck and chest, Neridia forgot that she had ever been angry at him.




After countless minutes of waking every nerve in her body, Trent leaned over until their faces were barely an inch apart. "Now, I'd like to kiss you," he said, "But I'm not sure that you won't bite. Would you promise me not to?" He ran his thumb back and forth across her bottom lip.




"I -- I promise. I won't bite. I'll do a--anything you want me to." Neridia darted her tongue out to lick her lips and Trent slipped one finger into her mouth. She sucked on it, caressing it with her tongue in a physical plea.




"Anything I want, hmm? Oh, you should never say 'anything', lady." He pulled his finger free and trailed it down her cheek, leaving a cold, wet line. Moving to speak into her ear again, he said, "With that promise, I could do so much to you. I could toy with you for hours, for days, until you couldn't say anything, until you thought you would die from the pleasure if I so much as breathed on you."




The words barely registered in Neridia's mind, but the tone slipped through. She whimpered and tried to arch her hips up against Trent's pinning her down.




"Oh, no, you don't get to find your release yet. Not anytime soon, not for you." Trent pulled back from her ear after nipping the edge of it, hard. He gripped her chin in one gloved hand and leaned down, forcing his tongue into her mouth. His lips crushed into hers almost painfully. After a moment, he caught her bottom lip in his teeth and bit down on it.




From her lips, Trent moved down, trailing bites down her neck and shoulders. He worried one of her nipples in his teeth, rubbing the other with his hand. Neridia felt a tear slip down her cheek, and another. Her loss of control only made her more ashamed, and the tears continued.




Trent slid off her hips and stood next to her once again. He ran one finger up the inside of her leg, slowing as he reached her upper thigh. After a short pause, he shoved one finger inside of her roughly.




"Yes, please, please, touch me," Neridia hissed, shoving herself down on the finger as hard as she could.




Smirking, Trent added another finger and started working them in and out, ignoring the rhythm her hips tried to set. Every time she started to reach her peak, arching her back and gasping for breath, Trent pulled away and didn't touch her until she relaxed again.




After several stops, Neridia wasn't even coherent enough to beg anymore. Even with tears blurring her vision, all she could see was Trent's smile, unwavering even as he pushed his fingers deeply inside her.




"Well, you seem to be getting quite worked up over this," Trent said with a tiny laugh, "I think I'm going to go take a nice, long bath and give you some time to cool down. I'll be back in an hour or so."




He leaned over and gave her one more rough kiss that was almost enough to send her over the edge. Ignoring her constant pleading, he left the room.




Neridia felt the tears running almost constantly down her cheeks as she thrust her hips into the air and her whimpers echoed through the empty room.