The Trials of Valeriya: Back in Bonds; Chapter 4/15 - Sex Stories

The Trials of Valeriya: Back in Bonds; Chapter 4/15

... wishing to upset a potential customer away by ogling at her near-exposed breasts. “Such a rare piece… But for a lady of such loveliness as yourself, and with such refined tastes, I’ll let it go for mere 10 dragons,” the art merchant said, bowing his head in sad acceptance, and looking the part to match his melancholic voice. “Although, I must say, you’ll be robbing me blind.” 10 dragons! That’s more than eight month’s pay for a regular soldier! But the price was also the con man’s biggest error. The original piece would easily cost 25 times that amount. Besides, Valeriya had already seen the real one. “Very nice,” she repeated. “Did you draw it yourself?” “What?! No!” the Cincuman rapidly shook his head in indignation. “Lady… How could you accuse me of such vile—” “Oh shut up!” Valeriya cut him off impatiently. “I’m not going to turn you in. Now, did you make it yourself?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, turning around. His voice hadn’t changed; his countenance was that of a calm and relaxed person. But his panic-stricken eyes were darting in every direction. He headed for a road leading out of the marketplace. Valeriya followed. Soon they were out of the crowded marketplace and headed towards the poorer section of the capital. “Come on!” shouted Valeriya from behind. She was having no trouble keeping pace, the Cincuman wasn’t moving very fast with that large, heavy frame. “I’m not going to hurt you.” She couldn’t help but giggle. “I just want to ...

... talk.” The little swindler upped his speed. “Help me!” he yelled at a couple of idling guardsmen. “I’m being robbed!” The guards scrutinized their well-dressed compatriot, then the armed and scandalously attired Valeriya, and quite reasonably decided to help their fellow Cincuman. They stepped in front of her, barring the narrow road. That little weasel! Valeriya was outraged. Then the idea struck her. Her lips curved with a knowing smile. She reached inside the coin pouch hanging from her sword belt and grasped the silver medallion she’d received earlier that day after lunch at the palace. She flashed it at the guardsmen and yelled, “In the name of the king, I order you to stop that man!” Apparently her new title came with a badge. A sullen Prince Danior had come to her and shoved it into the palm of her hand, along with a note from his father. The king had thanked her for her services the night before, and requested her to not carry the medallion with her into Laski. It was large and round and resembled the likeness of a buckler with the prongs of a trident held upright in front of it. The guards took a good look at the medallion, then cursing, took after the con man. So it does have some benefits! Valeriya marveled. Cool! The mountebank groaned in anguish when he saw what had transpired. He dropped his painting and ran for it. Valeriya picked up the painting on her way as she followed hurriedly. Soon she noticed a commotion up ahead on the road. A mixed crowd of regular and ...