The Journal of Marco Polo Ch. 3 with Hailee Steinfeld and Paris Berelc

[Harbinger]

The Journal of Marco Polo Ch. 3
With Paris Berelc, Hailee Steinfeld, and Izzy Flannery
By Harbinger
Disclaimer: This story is completely fiction and is for entertainment purposes only.
Tags: Historical, M/FFF, reluctant, stripped, oral, blowjob, fingering, pullout

"Marco Polo. It's Izriah. Her majesty Queen Keeganus has sent me to bring you to feast," I heard the commanding voice of the chief guard.

I opened the door to my apartment and slipped out.

As soon as my door was closed, my back was pressed up against it, the tip of Izzy's dagger against the underside of my chin.

"Míchella told me about your day so far. So did Lagertha."

"It might just be easier for everyone if you did kill me know," I told the girl with complete indifference.

"I probably would if Míchella didn't like you so much. You also make the Princess happy, so you have Lagertha. However, the Khan is powerful above all, and you must not face his wrath," Izzy warned me. "So we will help you be the devoted subject to our Ladies that you should be, and what the Khan doesn't know, cannot hurt him."

Now that what had to be said was in the air, Izzy released me and sheathed her long knife.

"What should I expect from this feast, Izriah?"

"Expect Michella to pretend you do not exist, for Paris to flirt, nearly interrogate, and try to touch you under the table if you are next to her. As for the Khan, expect him to get terribly drunk and to paw at the servants, dancers and slaves. He will certainly attempt to fuck one. There is a new caravan of prisoners and slaves due tonight or tomorrow, so they will most likely be inspected before the High Table."

"Well that sounds like quite the night," I said before whistling out a long, anxious breath.

"And be careful," Izzy said as she opened the door for us, "The Khan likes his riddles. The consequences can be great in your favor or lethal."

With that reminder, I was heralded in, walked to the center of the court, and bowed low before the High Table.

"Marco Polo, you're Highness's most humble guest and servant," I said, and waited to be told to rise.

"Marco my friend, come forth and sit beside me. Your friend was telling me tales of your adventures together," the Khan boomed. "I wish to hear some from your lips as well!"

I rose and Izzy escorted me to my seat between the Khan himself, and his lovely, seductive daughter Paris. Beside her was my friend and companion Vincetti, who had been brought here with me.

I couldn't help but notice there was already a servant girl on his lap, and Vincetti's hand under her long sequined dress. My he was quick to adapt to the new culture.

"Tell me a tale, brave Marco. I hear you were once a sailor?" The Khan asked.

"I was," I confirmed as I was brought a cup filled with an amber liquid.

"Thank you," I said to the servant and looked up, and I tensed my jaw to keep it from falling open.

The servant was Hailee of Steinfeld, pressed into service to the Khan by her cowardly father. She was gorgeous, her long dark hair in a neat braid down her back, and wore a red sheer skirt with waist high slits, and a sleeveless top of golden fish scales.

"You are welcome, m'lord," Hailee answered quietly, her eyes downcast, though I wished to see them.

"My, what a pretty one," Vincetti said, reaching out a hand to slowly brush up Hailee's arm, making her recoil a little.

"She does not seem to like you, good Vincetti," Paris teased with a smile, her hand on my lap but well hidden by the table. "Perhaps she has eyes for Marco Polo, the daring swashbuckler?"

Paris's soft hand now palmed my balls, and I thought it best to make no reaction at all. "Look at him, girl," the princess ordered, her fingertips tracing the growing outline of my member, still hidden by my baggy linen pants.

Hailee did as ordered, and raised her pretty brown eyes with long lashes, black makeup winged from the corners of her eyes, and copper paint around them making her look like a subdued warrior goddess.

"Now do you prefer the daring Marco Polo, or the cunning Vincetti?" Paris asked as she slid the palm of her hand over my cock. "Well?" she pressed after a moment's pause. The Khan and his queen just watched in amusement at their daughter's game.

"I knew them on the caravan, your majesty; Marco is much nicer, Vincetti doesn't like the word no," Hailee said, her eyes downcast at the table again. "Marco has never tried to touch me."

The Khan scowled at that comment. "Vincetti the Cunning, the Cruel. And we have Marco Polo the Bold, the Noble. But tell me, Marco, are you adventurous only, or smart as well?" Dear lord, it was time for a Khan's riddle. "What… is the sound… of one hand clapping?"

Without hesitation, I did something I wanted to do for a long time, and now was renewed in my want to do it. I wound back and slapped Vincetti hard across the face.

The entire court burst out in laughter at my answer, and the way in which I chose to reveal it.

I thought the Khan was going to choke on his wine, and I thought Míchella was going to let him. I reveled in my moment of glory as Paris stroked my erect cock, which only the two of us were privy to.

"You are clever," the Khan said, pointing a heavy finger at me. "I like you, but I lose need for your companion." I was as well, given my rise with the Khan. "Vincetti," he said, changing direction, "this servant will not be touched by you. Take your pick of another."

Vincetti scowled in my direction, and Hailee bowed low to me, and then to the royal family. I had, by chance, saved her from Vincetti's appetites. I wanted her for my own.

"Well done, Marco," Paris whispered in my ear with a smile, her hand still lovingly working me. "If you want that servant, just say the word," she teased, giving my cock a good squeeze.

"I do desire her, my Lady," I whispered, my eyes still on her as she brought drinks to tables of soldiers and important people to the Khan.

Paris squeezed my cock again, and I saw her smile into her drink. "Leave the rest to me, then. But you owe me one," she winked, and I swallowed hard at that.

As the feast continued, Paris had whispered to me her art of "edging," bringing a man or whomever your lover may be, to the edge of climax and then releasing them, letting them calm down before doing it again. Paris decided to demonstrate this skill for most of the evening, much to my pleasure and chagrin.

As I quietly flirted with Princess Paris and shared tales with the Khan and Míchella, my eyes never strayed too far from poor Hailee.

At this particular interaction, I watched Hailee in her red, flowing skirt try to bring a man another drink as he requested, but he pulled sweet Hailee into his lap and kissed her cheek, making her complain and slap him.

The Mongol soldier raised his hand to strike her back, but at this moment I rose from my seat and shouted, "Try hitting a man instead, coward. You will only hit the floor!"

His mates around him laughed, and he stood as well. "I'm going to beat you to a pulp and make you watch as I fuck her!" He threatened, pulling Hailee’s long braid, making her indignantly cry out.

"Father," Paris said slowly, raising her hand to get his attention, as it was already on me and this brute. "An idea for you to entertain… Marco Polo will fight Zhun Lo, winner will get the servant girl."

The Khan threw his great bear-like head back and laughed deep from his barrel chest. "My daughter speaks of greatness, and I shall listen! Zhun Lo, if you can best the Daring Marco Polo, this girl is yours to do with as you see fit, in front of anyone you see fit.

"Marco Polo, if you should best the great warrior Zhun Lo, this merchant's daughter shall become your personal servant and slave, yours to do with as you see fit. What say you?"

"I say let us fight," I said. I was no warlord, but I have fought many duels and street fights as a pirate and a mercenary.

"Izriah, I favor Marco Polo. Lend him your sword," The Khan ordered, taking a large swig from his wooden mug.

Izzy approached me, unsheathed her sword, and offered it to me. "Good luck. Míchella and I wish you victory," she said with a smile.

"Thank you, Izriah," I nodded and accepted her sword. It was light, well balanced, and had a bronze serpent's head as the pommel. It was a magnificent sword, one I figured would serve me better than Zhun Lo's would serve him.

Zhun Lo and I met in the center of the great floor and squared off from each other. Lo was much larger than I, in height and width, but I liked my speed and agility advantage, plus my experience as a trained fighter. Had this been an archery competition, I may have been more nervous.

"I look forward to fucking my new pet as you watch," he said laughing, trying to work me into a frenzy. "My massive cock will split her little cunt in half, like an ax splitting wood. Everyone here will listen to her crying and wishing I was smaller!"

I stood there, unphased, not letting him win any mind games.

"Come here, darling," I heard Paris call to Hailee from the Head Table. "Seat yourself by me while these brutes fight over you."

Hailee rushed behind us and did as asked, wishing not to upset the princess, but also happy to be away from the soldiers and the fight that was about to ensue.

With Hailee currently under Paris's protection, I focused on the task at hand. "Are you going to talk, or are you ready to die?" I asked, taking a defensive stance, my weight on the balls of my feet, allowing me quicker maneuver speed.

He came in fast and hard like a bear, and I easily side-stepped him, but he recovered quickly and he responded with a flurry of slow but powerful strikes.

With quick footwork and skilled parrying, I was able to stay out of his main attack line and shed attacks rather than take him straight on, and I let him tire out until he was easy picking.

With quick jabs, shallow thrusts and precise cuts, I wore him down and had him covered in his own blood, a death from one thousand cuts.

"Do you yield?" I asked as he was on one knee, his sword defiantly raised. "I will spare your life if you ask."

"I ask for nothing from you, Italian dog," he spat.

I looked up to the Khan, who nodded approvingly. Like a gladiator of old, I raised my sword and plunged it into his chest, piercing his heart and killing him. I had won Hailee of Steinfeld as mine, as long as the Khan was true to his word.

I thought about the girl and felt terribly for her. In the course of a single day, she had been captured by Mongols, told her father had traded her life for his, was made a servant, and then through competition of arms, was pressed into servitude of another man. A day like that would spin anyone's head. However, that did not stop my personal ambitions for Hailee.

The Khan stood up and clapped. Paris and Míchella looked pleased for me as well. Hailee looked extremely relieved.

"Well done, Daring Marco Polo. As agreed upon, this servant is yours. She is subject to our laws, as are you while you remain with us, but she will answer only to you and my family," the Khan instructed. I did not miss the coy smile in the princess's face.

"Go thank your savior," Paris said, pushing lightly on Hailee's exposed shoulder.

Hailee stood and walked the short distance to where I stood in the center of the floor, the bloodied sword still in my hand, a bit of sweat from the fight still on my body.

Hailee threw her arms around me and whispered, "Thank you, thank you for standing for me. I am in your debt."

"He saves you from that fate, and all you do is hug him?" the Khan bellowed, clearly hoping for a show.

"He's right, Marco; Paris told me what Zhun Lo would have done with me, to me, if he had won me. I owe you a favor, but and it could be bad for us if we don't give them something. They fully expected Zhun Lo to ravage me in front of them, let them take turns with me, even."

"What are you suggesting?" I asked Hailee as she still kept her hands on the back of my head. "Are you…"

"Yes, I am," Hailee confirmed.

"Izzy, go assist them in their… celebration," the Khan said with a flick of his hand.

Izzy had already been nearby as we had fought, and she was behind Hailee in no time, undoing the three buckles at the back of her top.

"Be happy it is Marco," Izzy whispered in Hailee’s ears as the scale chest cover fell to the floor. "He is a good and handsome man who will have you well fucked and cared for," she said further, unceasing the waist of the nearly see-through red skirt, leaving Hailee completely naked before all, only a set of three gold belly chains left on her beautiful body.

"Father, why was she a serving girl and not a dancer?" Paris asked in total shock. "Look at her!"

"I am!" the Khan exclaimed, leaning forward in full attention. Even Míchella had a smirk on her lips.

"If Marco does not fuck this angel, I will order that somebody does," Paris growled.

Hailee and I took in the expectant crowd around us, and Princess Paris's words. We both knew that if Hailee wanted out of this without being rushed by the whole palace, we would have to perform.

"It's just sex. You're both young and attractive. Feel no embarrassment, but empowerment," Izzy encouraged us as she took off my robe and light, flowing kaftan, leaving me as nude as Hailee. "They're here to watch you, not to mock or judge you. Enjoy this."

"Thank you, Izriah," I said with an awkward smile as Hailee and I took in what we each had to work with.

Hailee closed the small gap between us, and dropped to her knees. Without looking up at me, her brown eyes trained on my cock, she took me in her hand and gave me some lazy strokes, though I was already semi erect

"Enjoying this situation?" Hailee asked, finally looking up at me from under long eyelashes, the makeup they had put on her making her look fierce.

"I've had worse assignments," I chuckled back as she worked me to mostly full mast.

I gasped a little as she brought her head forward and opened her mouth, taking my head inside her warm and wet confines, her lips wrapping deliciously around my shaft.

"The girl knows how to pleasure a man!" Paris praised, seeming almost giddy to watch the carnal display. I was not surprised, given she had happily watched her guard, Lagertha, suck me off earlier this same day.

I was expecting Hailee to do a very basic and simple job, but the way she used her tongue around my head and tickled the bottom of my dick suggested she wanted to use all of her tricks.

"You're doing wonderfully, Hailee," Izzy said as she circled us. Not only was it for her eyes, but her continued presence was a reminder that this was of the Khan's orders, and this was not to become a free for all. It was for Hailee's protection that Izzy stayed so close. Izzy reaching over Hailee's shoulder to grope her tit was all for Izzy, though.

Hailee began to take more and more of my length to her throat as she had me properly lubricated and to full size. She also reached a hand up to cup my balls and fondle them gently, her other hand working with what little bit of my cock wasn't yet in her mouth.

"This slave is a damned professional," Paris laughed, and her father joined her.

"Much to Vincetti and the dead Zhun Lo's misfortunes they did not win her!" the Khan said in roarous laughter, patting the irate Vincetti on the back with enough force to push him onto the table.

"Izriah, prepare her to receive Marco's cock," Paris ordered with a wolfish grin.

With my dick still in her throat, Hailee looked up at me with shock in her eyes. It seemed she had expected to get away with simply sucking me, and not getting fully fucked.

Izzy slipped her hands around Hailee's ribs and lifted, Hailee releasing my shiny wet penis from her mouth as she was brought to her feet. She was led to an empty spot on a table, and Izzy lifted her onto it.

I watched in fully aroused fascination as Izzy got on her knees, put Hailee's legs over her shoulders, and began to eat her out in front of everyone.

"Uh.. oh… huh, huh, oh!" Hailee couldn't help but moan and brace herself with her arms behind her as Izzy skillfully licked her pussy.

"The bitch loves Izzy's tongue. I bet she would love mine," Paris growled from the High Table.

"Why make bets when you could find out for sure?" Queen Keeganus asked with a wily smile. The older woman knew how to play games as well.

"Go ahead, darling," the Khan encouraged. There may be rules in the Khan's court, but their rules were all that mattered, and they made them as they went.

Paris clapped her hands and rose from the table, and practically skipped to the center of the court floor. She tapped on Izzy's shoulder, and took her place.

Hailee's head had been thrown back, her eyes closed in shameless bliss, so she was completely unaware of the swap.

Paris dug right in, thrashing her head back and forth between Hailee's legs, making Hailee shake and cry out, never before having received such a wild and savage eating.

It didn't take long for Paris to shove two fingers deep into Hailee's center, making the servant turned entertainment piece into a crying, moaning whore, and it made me fucking harder than I had ever been.

As I watched, Izzy returned to me and dropped down to her knees, and picked up where Hailee left off, playing with my balls and licking all along my raging cock.

"Ohhhh fuck!" Hailee called out with no thought of the room around her as the ruthless princess mercilessly fingerbanged her and tongue lashed her clit. "Fuck me!" Hailee completely gave in.

Paris removed her face from Hailee's pussy long enough to bite her thigh, leaving her mark, and reached a hand up to grab Hailee's beautiful chest.

Hailee looked down and opened her eyes, and gasped in shock and maybe fear as she saw it was no longer Izriah the guard, but Princess Paris herself driving her wild.

Paris smiled up at her, her tongue working Hailee's swollen clit again as Hailee came all over her royal face.

Once Hailee had come down enough to hear Paris's words, the Princess said, "I am the royal blood, but your pussy tastes divine."

With a wet and shining face, Paris stood up and addressed the diners, "This servant has the most delicious pussy in the realm, but it is not for you! It belongs to Marco Polo the Daring, and to him alone! You may watch, but you will never touch!" she barked before returning to the table.

Izzy gave the tip of my cock a goodbye kiss and pushed me towards Hailee, who was still laying on the table, glistening with sweat and the fire light illuminating her perfect body.

Her legs were still spread, and I could see how wet and ready she was before I even approached the edge of the table.

"Come on then, Marco. I know you've always wanted me. Well here I am, at your mercy, nothing I can do if I don't want to be fucked by every Mongol here," Hailee said, perfectly aware of the situation.

"I do desire you, Hailee, but I wish it was more to my terms," I told her truthfully, cupping her breasts in both my hands, my palms rubbing over her hard nipples.

Hailee gasped and shuddered at my gentle, almost reverent touch mixed with my rough palms on her sensitive buds. "The situation doesn't matter, Marco. Just fuck me before they get impatient and change our fates."

I watched almost in shock as Hailee grabbed my cock and brought it to her own entrance, and all I had to do was grab her hips, surge my hips, and I was buried deep inside her heat.

"Oh my God," I sighed as I was as far in her as I could get from this angle. Our foreheads touched as I drew back and slid in again. I swore I could hear Paris go "yesss," almost in a hiss.

Paris's lust seemed completely insatiable. The day she managed to finally have me may be the day that my soul leaves my body, but it may be an end worth having. The way I witnessed her munch Hailee's pussy was enough to make me want them both.

As for now, I was beyond happy to just have my dick in Hailee.

"Fuck her harder, Marco!" the Khan cheered on, his mouth full of food. "What more do you wait for?"

With my hips still going, Hailee took my hands and she leaned back as I supported her, until her body was fully laid down on the table. She wrapped her legs around my hips, and I was able to fuck her with much stronger, faster and deeper strokes.

"Oh, oh fuck!" Hailee shuddered as I gave her my full length, her tits bouncing beautifully with every thrust.

"Fuck does she look good with a cock in her," Paris growled. "I love the way she works with him."

"These two were meant for each other, it seems," the Khan laughed as he motioned for a slave to suck him off. "Dear wife, would you like a pleasuring servant?" he asked Míchella.

"Not at the moment, gracious majesty. I will in my chambers after the show, however," she answered, her focus completely on me as I drilled Hailee on the table in view of everyone, my hands mauling her pert breasts, one of her hands gripping the end of the table and the other working her own clit.

It wasn't long before Hailee was cumming a second time, but for the first time by my cock.

I pulled out of her, my dick still red and strained from being erect for this long.

"What are you doing? You haven't spilled seed yet," Hailee said, sounding almost concerned for me.

"The crowd is appeased, Hailee. I don't have to give you my seed. I can save you from that, at least."

Hailee laughed and shook her head. "You honorable man. I want you to reach your release, Marco. I owe that to you for saving me from a fate so much worse than this. Please, Marco, do not make me beg you to fuck me to completion in front of everyone," Hailee pleaded, her small, soft hand pulling and twisting on my cock.

"Okay," I yielded as Hailee pushed back on my chest a little. I gave her some space, and she stood up on wobbly legs like a young deer, before turning around and bending over onto the table, the ultimate position of submission to me.

"The whore still isn't done. My God," Paris marveled as a slave under the table ate her out as she watched.

I took myself in hand, and for the second time in one night, I sank myself deep into Hailee's cunt, making her moan again. From this angle, I felt like I wasn't hitting her as deeply, but the tip of my cock brushed against the soft and spongy wall of her pussy so deliciously.

As I pulled nearly all the way out, I drove back into her hard, making Hailee yelp, and I moaned myself when my thighs smacked into her round ass.

I grabbed her hips with one hand and pulled on her long dark braid with the other, arching her back and bringing her chest off of the table as I fell into a fast, medium depthed rhythm.

"Oh shit," Hailee cursed, looking back at me over her shoulder. "Fuck that's good! Right there! Hurgh!" My faster pace, and the angle I was hitting, was right at her softest, most sensitive spot as she all but clawed at the table, no doubt being very sensitive.

I pressed my full weight into her, my chest pressed against her back as I humped her, leaving her braid to grab her tits.

"Hailee, I'm going to spill soon," I whispered into her ear.

Hailee pressed her head down to the table, trying to think as I kept ramming her. "Any way we do this is going to be humiliating," Hailee sighed.

"I think so," I agreed. "Unless I just shoot out onto the floor?"

"Oh, I can handle this," Hailee said, and pulled up her foot, kicking into my thigh. I took the hint, pulled out of her hot wetness, making her gasp, and gave her some space.

Hailee stood up and turned around, balancing on the table with her arms, and then fell to her knees in front of me for the second time this night.

She took my cock in both hands, and easily worked it with how soaked it was in her arousal and my precum. It didn't take long before I whispered, "Hailee!"

With her plan already in action, she wisely bent at the ribs and ducked down as my load shot right passed her head and spattered on the table.

She kept pumping me and didn't stop till I was done.

Izzy, the guard and confidant of the queen, approached us with a handkerchief and a smile on her pretty face.

As Hailee wiped my seed from her hand, my attention was brought to the high table, as we received applause from the Khan and the princes0
s. Oddly enough, Míchella was absent.

"Well done Marco," the Khan boomed. "A most entertaining and erotic performance."

Still without a stitch of clothing and a deflating cock, I bowed.

"You have earned your servant, and you both have guaranteed your safeties. Go now to refresh and rest. Food will be brought to your apartment."

"Thank you, your majesty," I bowed low again, and nudged Hailee's thigh, suggesting she do the same. Covering her exposed chest with an arm, the sweating and reddened girl did as I suggested.

The two of us redressed ourselves and took our leave to much fanfare, and once in the hallway, Hailee asked, "So what becomes of us now?"

"I do not know," I shrugged. "You are in my service now, as much as you may or may not like it. As unfortunate as that may be to you, it keeps you safe from others."

Hailee nodded as Izzy led us back to our apartment. "I am your slave, your servant," she said, trying to understand her new lot. "Not my first choice, but it is better than being passed around the whole palace."

"Indeed," I agreed. "Izriah spoke the truth as well," I said, and that piqued the guard's interest. "I will care for you, but make no mistake… I will keep you well fucked."

I had saved Hailee, yes, but now she was all mine.

"I thought this was going to be one time," Hailee said demurely.

"Not a chance," I scoffed. "Hopefully it'll be just me and you from now on, though. I'm sure you'll come to enjoy it eventually… if you don't already."

[Retrospec]

Paris is freaking deviant

[Harbinger]

@Retrospec I know, and I love it.

[Retrospec]

Why do I think suddenly that Paris is gonna demand that Marco and Hailee perform in front of her in private. Or take them to a secret brothel she owns behind her royal folks' backs.

[Harbinger]

@Retrospec I love that idea. Mind if I take that?

[Retrospec]

@Retrospec I love that idea. Mind if I take that?

Glad to hear you like it.
Yeah, sure, go ahead.