“Sure, that’d be great! What do you have in mind?”
“Where do you live?”
“Portland, in the western suburbs.”
“Ok. I’m in Seattle, not too far away. Maybe you can take a few days off, come up, I’ll train you for a day or so, and we can all go up together?”
“Sure.”
Aramis extended his hand. “Harold is my mundane name. Hers is Tika.”
“Luke,” he said, shaking back.
“Pleased to meet you. We’ll talk again, and have you over. I’ll give you my number and contact info before the end of the event.”
Luke and Harold walked and chatted as they walked back toward Marianne, and they invited him and Kiana back to their tent. As they walked, with a few other people connected to the king and queen in tow who he didn’t know, he spied what seemed the biggest tent he had ever seen. Round, easily 30 feet in diameter, when they stepped inside it appeared to be more like a small house with the lavish way it was furnished. “It’s good to be king,” Harold said, affecting an aristocratic air.
“History of the World?” Luke asked.
“Yeah. I love Mel Brooks,” he acknowledged with a chuckle, indicating a folding oversize chair he should recline in. Marianne took the opportunity, and came up to him with a washcloth and small tub of warm water.
“I’m sure you’ll shower in a bit, but we should look you over for any bruises or cuts,” she said, indicating he should take off his armor. He removed his top armor and undershirt, and she set about washing the couple of scuffs he had from the ground and where he had gotten pinched from the armor. He was trying to think of what on his armor could have caused those marks, but kept getting distracted, as her attention was not only tender, but her generous cleavage was on display, and there was something unbelievably sensual in her movements. He was trying to figure out if that was just her manner, or if she was trying to put out some signals of interest, and he was thoroughly confused.
“Want me to do the bottom half?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Now now, babe,” Harold interjected, “let’s not get him naked in front of people he barely knows.”
Luke was confused—he didn’t want to offend anyone, let alone the nobility of this event, but he also had a sure lust brewing for this woman, and he was definitely game—his cock was starting to inflate inside the cup he was wearing, and it was a tad bit uncomfortable.
“Why don’t you go shower, change back into your garb, and meet me over at the main stage area?” Harold suggested. “We can chat a bit more there.”
Luke readily agreed. Kiana decided to wait behind to have some time to chat with the king and queen.
—Luke—
About 45 minutes later, Luke found himself outside the main stage, where a gathering seemed to be slowly forming. He had only been waiting a minute before Harold strolled up with a man in tow, who he introduced as Bernardo, his friend.
“What’s going on here?” Luke asked, indicating the crowd.
“Kissing auction,” he heard a female voice behind him, and turned to see Marianne/Tika strolling up, with Kiana behind her. Tika hooked her arm in his, and gave him an affectionately wet peck on the cheek. “The royals are required to kick it off. We’ll probably duck out early and get food later.” As she said this, she reached up, fixed his hair a bit, and ran her finger along his cheek lightly. He felt himself grow a bit under his kilt—this woman was driving him nuts.