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In a dangerous world where warlords rule, monsters roam, and treachery lurks behind every corner, there exists a mercenary known only as Dude.

No title, no fancy lineage—just Dude.

Women whisper his name in hushed tones. Men either want to hire him or kill him. He’s a walking contradiction—deadly, yet lazy; cocky, yet irresistibly charming; a warrior with the strength of ten men but a habit of forgetting his own plans mid-fight. He never says no to coin, danger, or a damsel in distress. And somehow, no matter how insane the odds, he always pulls through with a smirk on his lips and a blade in his hand.

But it’s not just his swordplay that’s legendary.

After the dust settles, the women he saves find themselves drawn to him—whether it’s the thrill of survival, the heat of the moment, or just the way his rough hands feel against their skin. And when they give in to the tension, the passion that follows is nothing short of earth-shattering.

Tales Of A Swordsman

In the charming yet scandal-prone town of Windmere, sisters Helena and Marianne Ashcroft were the epitome of elegance, wit, and relentless rivalry. Though inseparable, they bickered ceaselessly—especially regarding men.

Their lives turned delightfully complicated the day Dude arrived. A mercenary of questionable reputation, handsome beyond measure, and known to cause mischief wherever he wandered. His first appearance at Lady Bertram's ball set tongues wagging and hearts fluttering.

"Marianne," Helena whispered sharply, gripping her sister's arm, "stop staring! You're practically drooling."

Marianne rolled her eyes. "Helena, you're one to talk. You've tripped over your own gown twice since he walked in."

Across the ballroom, Dude caught their gaze and smirked, clearly amused.

By some misfortune—or rather, clever matchmaking by their mischievous aunt—the Ashcroft sisters found themselves stranded in a remote country cottage with none other than Dude. With a storm raging, escape was impossible.

"Such dreadful weather," Dude remarked casually, shedding his soaked shirt by the hearth. "Perhaps we should make ourselves comfortable?"

Helena gasped, scandalized yet intrigued. Marianne merely raised an eyebrow, lips quirking.

As the evening progressed, what began as polite, witty banter quickly dissolved into flirtatious competition between the sisters.

"You're awfully forward, Marianne," Helena scolded, though her own eyes sparkled.

"Only because you're too prudish to make the first move, dear sister," Marianne retorted.

"Ladies," Dude interrupted gently, smiling warmly, "there's plenty of me to share."

It started with laughter, playful teasing, and endless flirtation—but when Dude pulled them close, the world tilted deliciously out of balance. Helena's caution vanished beneath his passionate kiss; Marianne's bravado softened under his tender touch.

By the firelight, barriers fell, rivalry turned to unity, and the sisters found themselves swept into a night of shared passion neither had imagined. Dude navigated their desires with care, humor, and overwhelming devotion, leaving them breathless and blissfully content.

Morning found them tangled together, no regrets—only a shared secret smile and the exhilarating promise of more adventures to come.

Two Girls One Dude