Queen of Swords: Sleeping with the Enemy

by

The Fox

"There she is! Get her," cried Captain Marcus Grisham to his soldiers. However, none of the incompetent soldiers were in the vicinity. Once again he would have deal with the Queen of Swords himself.

They both drew their swords and began another duel. The two had faced each other often, but the Queen always found a way to win. Her technique was so much better than his. Miraculously Grisham managed to counter all her moves and knocked her sword from her hand. He quickly shoved her against a nearby rock. He finally had her! Without thinking, he stared at her open blouse to catch a peak of her cleavage.

The Queen noticed his lustful stare. "You are so predictable. Haven't you tired of gawking at my body yet?"

"You know you like it," Grisham teased. He then tried to sneak in a kiss, but she would have none of that. The Queen kneed him in the crotch and watched with delight as he fell to his knees on the cool dirt below.

"You play dirty," said Grisham as he tried to overcome the unbearable pain. He watched her as she walked confidently to her sword, never taking his eyes off her perfectly formed ass.

"I didn't know we were playing a game. Maybe we can finish it some other day," she said as she mounted her horse. She instructed the horse to head home and looked down at the grimacing Captain. For a moment she felt sorry for him, but she forced herself to discard the pity. After all, he was her enemy.

Captain Grisham watched yet again as his nemesis rode off on her horse. He was so sure his latest plan to capture her would work. Nothing he had done to this point was good enough. Grisham was beginning to believe that the Queen of Swords was a curse sent by God to spite him. At the same time there was something about her that intrigued him. Some days he would love to see her slender neck hanging from a noose, and other days he wanted nothing but to make passionate love to her. Instead of bringing her back to his jail as his prisoner, she had managed to steal the tax money he used to lure her into his trap. She would no doubt return it to the people of Santa Helena, and he would have to explain to his superior, Colonel Montoya, why the tax money was absent. It was starting to get late and the orange sun was setting on the barren terrain. He gave the usual orders for the soldiers to continue pursuit of the masked vigilante after he chastised them for their incompetence, and he began the journey back to the town by himself.

Grisham returned to his casa in Santa Helena long after the sun had set, emotionally drained from his most recent defeat. He had one of the soldiers who had remained in the town take his horse to the stables, and Grisham entered his casa. He sat depressed in his bed for about an hour drinking and contemplating his next move. Grisham had turned to drinking in recent weeks as a way of removing the image of the Queen of Swords and her smug smile from his mind. "Surely God hates me. Why else would I be cursed like this," he said to himself. He grew tired, and as he closed his eyes, he could see her beautiful body taunting him. She made his life miserable during the day and at night she haunted his dreams. He often awoke in the middle of the night aroused by a fantasy involving the Queen. His head was filled with images of her enticing body. He could see her black silk blouse that enticingly revealed her cleavage. He saw those form fitting black pants and the red sash that hung around her waist. He could see the black corset, black leather gloves and leather boots. He woke up in a panic, his mind filled with the image of the Queen's beautiful face. He could still picture her dark eyes hidden behind the black lace mask. Would she ever stop haunting him?

The Queen finally returned to her hacienda. This was the home of the rich and beautiful Tessa Alvarado, the woman who nobody except her faithful servant Marta knew was the Queen of Swords. Once again she had easily eluded the soldiers searching for her. It was becoming too easy for her to escape them. It used to be a challenge, but she had it down to an exact science now. Perhaps someday Grisham would present a situation that would really thrill her. Her servant Marta greeted her as she always did after the Queen returned from her adventures.

"Are you all right? I was worried, Tessa. You take too many risks," Marta said with a concerned expression on her face.

"Relax. It was easy," Tessa responded. Tessa appreciated Marta, but sometimes Marta's parental-like attitude seemed a bit overbearing.

"Get some sleep," Marta ordered.

Tessa put away her costume in its secret room and went to bed. She quickly fell asleep. Early in the morning she woke up in a panic. Her nightgown was soaked with sweat. She had another unsettling dream involving Grisham.

That afternoon Marta and an undisguised Tessa visited the town square to do some shopping. Tessa noticed something out of the corner of her eye. It was a message posted by the Captain. Papers were frequently hung throughout the town offering a reward for her capture. This time, however, there was no reward listed. Had her recent adventures left Grisham's superior, Montoya, broke? The message was addressed directly to the Queen:

"Queen of Swords. You are invited to the old Rodriguez hacienda to discuss terms of a truce between us. Your activities have worn me down and depleted my militia. Sincerely, Captain Grisham."

The Rodriguez place was an old abandoned hacienda that had frequently housed criminals. Montoya had his soldiers clear it of its previous unsavory occupants so he could use it himself. None of the citizens of Santa Helena bothered to visit it. It was far from the town so it was a long journey. Plus no one was very fond of the Colonel or his pawn, Captain Grisham. Marta read it as well and scoffed. "The nerve of that man. He really thinks you would be silly enough to walk into a trap like that." Tessa did not answer, and Marta spotted that mischievous sparkle Tessa got in her eye when she planned to challenge Captain Grisham or Colonel Montoya."Tessa, no." Marta pleaded with her not to go, but Tessa was too stubborn to take her advice. She was sure Grisham had something up his sleeve, but she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. She enjoyed exciting situations, especially ones that gave her a chance to irritate Grisham.

Tessa waited till the sun set, and then she put on her Queen of Swords outfit. She mounted her horse, Chico, and rode toward the abandoned hacienda. It had started sprinkling as a storm formed over the town and the surrounding area. She rode for nearly an hour, nearly getting lost on several occasions. She had only been to the hacienda once, and it was hard to find. The fact that it was raining was not helping her. As the Queen rode up to the old, abandoned hacienda she looked up into the sky and noticed that it was completely filled with dark storm clouds. It had begun raining harder now. Out of nowhere a bolt of lightning flashed in the sky. Her horse became frightened and tossed her off his back and onto the saturated ground below. The horse galloped to the stables. The Queen was uninjured, but her heart was racing wildly. Perhaps this would actually present some real excitement. She stood up and headed for the entrance to the hacienda. The rain was pouring relentlessly, and it was stinging her eyes, causing her a great deal of difficulty finding the door. She finally found it and let herself in.

Grisham was sitting in the master bedroom at a table filled with freshly prepared food and wine. The room was well decorated and contained antique furniture. He was growing a bit impatient waiting for the Queen. Just then he saw a dark figure standing in the doorway staring at him. Grisham gazed at her body. She was soaked, and her outfit was plastered to her womanly figure. He loved the way her supple cleavage nearly spilled out of the corset. The way her form-fitting black pants displayed her perfectly shaped butt for the eyes of men and left little to the imagination. The Queen strolled confidently into the room and joined him at the table, knowing the hacienda was free of soldiers after a thorough search. The two would be trapped alone in the hacienda for hours. It would be far too risky to attempt to ride home in this weather. The Queen was adventuresome, but the heavy rains were too much for her.

"What are we going to do now," she asked as Grisham poured some wine for her.

"I'm not sure. I hadn't actually planned to discuss a truce with you."

The Queen didn't look surprised.

"A group of soldiers was ordered to come and capture you while we talked, but the weather wouldn't allow that. I don't expect a group of men who can barely button their own shirts to be able to find this place in this kind of weather."

Grisham's comment elicited a small laugh from the Queen.

Grisham continued, proud of himself for getting a slight, favorable reaction from his enemy. "Perhaps we should just relax and wait till the storm clears. Maybe we can actually talk."

"You and me? Talk," said the Queen in her usual sarcastic manner.

"Yes. Surely the Queen of Swords isn't too proud to have a conversation with her enemy."

"Fine. What shall we talk about?"

"For starters, why don't you tell me who is behind the mask," Grisham said with a playful grin on his face.

"You don't think I would tell you that on our first date, Marcus" she asked in a joking manner, joining the Captain's little game. The two often exchanged playful remarks as they dueled. She sipped some more of the wine. "Seriously, is this some kind of attempt to seduce me? What's with the wine?"

"I just thought having a meal would add a nice little touch to the meeting, and perhaps my wonderful cooking might distract you long enough for the soldiers to sneak in and capture you. I'm not sure if I could seduce you anyway. Despite your sexy costume and vigilante lifestyle, you strike me as the kind of woman who remains as pure as the virgin mother and flees from situations as soon as they become too challenging and risky. You give off the illusion that you are an untamed lion, but beneath that mask you are an innocent sheep"

For some reason Grisham's comments felt like a slap in the face. Sure, she was all for goodness and justice, but she saw herself as more than just a tame creature. As a woman who wielded a sword and constantly made "strong" men look silly in battle, she had a problem with the popular image of women spread by the Catholic church that women were weak and tame.

She stood up for a moment and leaned over Grisham, her cleavage inches from his face. "I'm more of an untamed lion than you could possibly imagine. I defeat you and your stupid little group of soldiers without breaking a sweat and still have time to go home and relax before breakfast. You could never be with a woman like this, you know. I would break you in half. I am themighty Queen of Swords."

The Queen wasn't entirely sure what she was doing. She had not planned on flirting with her nemesis, but she got carried away in the moment and started teasing him with her curvy body and sultry looks. Maybe it was just another way of toying with him. Maybe the wine had gotten to her, although she hadn't had that much to drink.

Grisham wasn't sure where she was going with this either, but his desire for her was growing with every passing moment.

"Surely the Queen of Swords is entitled to be naughty once in a while," she said in a sensual voice, her pouty lips enticing the Captain."

"Perhaps what you need is a bad boy; someone who can show you how to be naughty," he said, obviously referring to himself. "Perhaps you need someone who can offer you a thrill that you won't soon forget."

He moved in closer, his chest brushing against hers. She moved her pouty lips closer to his, positioning herself for a kiss.

"Perhaps" she said before quickly pulling away, leaving the Captain disappointed.

Grisham's heart was beating wildly now. "You know we could have sweet, passionate sex all night and not a soul would have to know about it" Grisham offered not expecting her to take it too seriously.

Her breathing increased as she grew more excited.

Grisham continued, "I have dreamed nearly every night of making love to you. You haunt me every second of the day." A slight chill went down her spine, and her flesh started tingling. She did not reveal her own dream to Grisham, but the images of the previous night were still fresh in her mind. She tried to dismiss the dream, but now her body was pushing her towards living her ownfantasies. She wasn't sure why, but the thought of a secret tryst with her greatest enemy tempted her. Maybe it was the excitement of forbidden deeds that aroused her. Maybe it was the excitement of being trapped alone with Grisham. She knew Marta would never approve and she herself would have been appalled...on any other night before this one.

"If you're such a wild creature, prove it. Let me ride you. The storm will pass soon and then we can return to Santa Helena...if we're finished by then" Grisham asserted.

Without saying a word the Queen slowly placed her soft, crimson lips on his, lingering for a brief moment before pulling away.

The Queen doubted if she had made a wise move. She wondered if perhaps she had taken this game a little far. Was she merely teasing Grisham to bug him or did she deep down want it to go farther? She was confused about her own intentions, but before she could contemplate any more the Captain picked the Queen up by her slender waist, carried her to the empty bed, and dropped her curvaceous body on the silky sheets. All the animosity and sexual tension that had built up between the Captain and his nemesis erupted in passion. He quickly pulled off all his clothes. Within seconds of undressing he was on top of her, kissing his way down her smooth neck and submerging his face in her bosom.

"I'm not...Mmm...sure...Ohhh...if we should do this," the Queen managed to say as Grisham planted kisses on her lips. But soon she forgot her minor protest and returned his eager kisses. The Captain pulled his lips away for the moment and flipped the Queen onto her stomach. He gently brushed aside her angelic black hair and kissed the back of her neck. Then he reached down to her leather boot and retrieved her dagger. He deftly cut the laces holding the corset around her hourglass figure and tossed the corset and dagger to the floor. Next he impatiently discarded her boots and pulled her tight pants off her hips and down her smooth legs. The Queen didn't know what to expect next. She had never been with a man like Grisham before. She received her answer when Grisham positioned her on all fours and penetrated her from behind. A tiny moan escaped the Queen's mouth. He clumsily unbuttoned her blouse from behind as he thrust deep into her. Once free from the confines of her blouse, her dangling breasts swayed as Grisham began fulfilling his greatest fantasy.

Grisham eagerly withdrew from the Queen for the moment and flipped her onto her back to get a better look at her body. He meticulously drew in the majestic sight of the naked Queen. Never in his life had he seen such a perfectly formed woman. God himself must have sculpted her breasts. They were milky white with nipples a glorious shade of pink at the summits. He lowered his head and gently placed a kiss on the creamy skin of her breast. Her breasts were soft to the touch and radiated a gentle warmth. He again entered her and began thrusting to his heart's content. The storm raged on over the once vacant hacienda, causing a window to shatter in the bedroom where the two foes were humping madly. To Grisham's surprise, the Queen managed to flip him onto his back and rode him like a horse.

The chilly night air swirled through the broken bedroom window and kissed the Queen's perspiration soaked back as Grisham gleefully sucked on the Queen's unclothed breasts. The Queen knew what she was doing was wrong, but the excitement of the sexual encounter with her enemy drove her on. Neither one seemed concerned by the raging storm as the horny Queen continued riding the Captain, her firm buttocks rising and descending in a rapid rhythm on his manhood. Even the cold air blowing into the room could not cool the heat produced by their colliding bodies.

Lightning flashed angrily across the night sky and cast shadows on the ornately decorated walls. Rather than the vague shapes of shadows that normally fill a room, the walls were painted with the sensual images of the Queen's arching back and jiggling breasts. The Captain smiled with delight, knowing that the Queen of Swords was allowing herself to be banged with reckless abandon by her enemy.

Grisham had never made love to a woman like this before. He thrust in and out of the raven haired beauty with every last ounce of energy. He was certain that if they were in Santa Helena, at least half the town would be awake by now from the moaning of the Queen. He was ramming her so hard that she had to grab her breasts and hold them steady because they were bouncing around so wildly. The bed post slammed forcefully against the wall, and the bed creaked so loudly it sounded like it would shatter any moment.Outside the storm continued, the sounds of thunder ringing violently. Inside the rooms of the hacienda echoed with the moans and cries of the Queen.

"Ohhhhhhh, Dios" she cried out in ecstacy, causing the Captain to become even more excited and somehow thrust with even more force. "Ohh...Marcus."

Lost in their passion, the antique bed finally broke, and the Captain and the Spanish beauty were flung off the bed and crashed on the floor. Undaunted by the fall, Grisham continued thrusting into her as he kissed his way all over her naked body. At the same time, his hands explored the curves of her sweat drenched torso. Hiis hands found her luscious tits and squeezed them frantically. He kneaded her breasts as if they were the finest clay and he were a master sculptor.

They continued like this for what seemed like an eternity to them, rolling around on the floor.The two were running out of stamina, but Grisham continued to have his way with the Queen of Swords as the storm clouds dissipated and the radiant sun rose in glory over the old hacienda. He grinned with delight because he knew today was going to be a good day.

The Queen returned home and was greeted by Marta.

"Where were you? I was worried to death."

"Don't worry. I handled Grisham," Tessa said as she smiled mischievously.

Marta was confused by the response, but she gave it no further thought. She was sure Tessa took care of business.

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