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The Champion's Companion Ch. 00

By: BlknMild611



I hope people enjoy this. People who post these stories are looking for many things. I just enjoy comments, and knowing people enjoy the story.

I would like to know, if you do Jack/Jill off that the stories help. If, as you are enjoying yourself, you peal another layer of the dark onion and think to yourself "wow, if only they....".

Leave a comment. You're likely not alone.

It may not be in every segment, but you will certainly see your fetish. I write because I haven't seen non-consent, rape, impregnation, with large/ muscular women in enough stories.

So please enjoy and comment freely.

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"Huntresses! Huntresses are coming!" Screamed a man on horseback bolting from the caravan's vanguard.

Mokali the merchant shifted on his donkey. "Hey, I paid you good money!" He protested seeing more men flee. 

From up front, two more men came running on foot. One was a man who drove his wagons. He was a married man who Mokali knew couldn't fight. "Not for this. They're wearing their loincloths. They'll just kill us." He yelled running past.

As if summoning a demon, a black haired Huntress popped out onto the road blocking them in. She was more than six feet tall and skinny. Her movements were graceful and lethal. She kept low as she moved forward towards them. In her right hand was a triangular blade about a foot and a half long. On her shoulders, she wore a circular leather mantle, and on her hips, she wore a light brown loincloth.

She wasn't hunting for breeding today. They would have to get through her if they wanted to live.

"Aw! No!" The pair bewailed. Mokali cursed the bodyguards who ran away.

Mokali watched as the demoness came forward and cut his fleeing men down. His donkey under him balked at the smell of blood and stayed frozen as she came for him too.

From up on a hill, the Huntress leader had a clear view, and watched the ambush go off without a hitch. She had chosen the private place to watch men die so she could sit back and put her feet up while her second got in and licked her pussy.

"Yet another successful kill, Vellina." She breathed. She chuckled as she watched a fat man on a stubborn grey donkey be cut down by Kassin as she moved forward. "Six dead, one got away. Kaarthen the slut cow is fucking slow again." 

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In a city-state of Osmuun more than a hundred miles to the south, a man in black was enjoying the fruits of 'the gateway of the west'. The inn had served him imported meat and wine. On the side were the vegetables, slave girls, and excellent cooking Osmuun was known for. 

Getting a good slow suck from blonde woman in a land of mostly dark haired girls was always satisfying. The server for his table was also a blonde though slightly darker. She also wore the sexy diaphanous clothes of a courtesan unlike the slave under the table.

Unfortunately for Marcos, life intruded. "Lord Panthi, may we join you?" Called a chubby city councilman. Behind him was a small group of equally old gentlemen of means.

"Certainly, but I'm not done with the woman." Marcos said slowly.

A richly dressed merchant shot forward and sat himself. "Well then you'll like our deal." He said loudly.

The blond under the table was slowing Marcos into one-word answers. "Oh?"

The Councilman sat and looked at him entreatingly before speaking. "Lord Panthi, we need a service. A rogue band of huntresses is killing everything they find. We respect the Sisterhood however..."

The Merchant interjected. "They are not breeding. They are chopping down men from every group or caravan they find."

The blonde seemed to like that news. "A pity..." Marcos couldn't help it wasn't his duty. Menthino, his home country, didn't send him here to hunt bloodthirsty Amazons.

"We'll pay you." The merchant announced.

Marcos smiled. "I'm not able to be bribed..." He said softly and raised a mug to his lips.

The councilman looked dejected but the merchant didn't even blink. "We'll give you the woman."

"I...I see but..." Marcos sat up, set the mug down, and cleared his throat. "I can't actually kill them. Kill sport, which is what that band is doing, is illegal. However, it's happening in open lands." He said raising his hands. "Menthino has treaties with the Sisterhood. I can't as a soldier of Menthino harass a band in open lands."

For a moment, only wet sucks and slurps from under the table were heard as the men across the table gathered their thoughts.

The Councilman stepped in diplomatically. "Lord Panthi, Osmuun is just a City-state but several of the hamlets and farming villages of the interior depend on us for security. Menthino also signed combined security treaties with us. I believe, you, were there for the signing." He let that hang in the air for a moment. 

It was the diplomatic equivalent of a neighbor saying 'let me know if you need anything'. Nobody fucking meant it. Now he would have to track some Amazons because Osmuun said it was in the fucking contract. All of this was becoming very distracting to the blowjob under the table. 

The blonde bounced into the table a few times trying to keep his cock hard and ready.

The Councilman continued now that he had Marcos' attention. "This band is heading north and will soon be entering the Northwestern passage. As you know, unless something fortuitous happens they'll likely exit into Menthino's northwestern border. Having a band run around in the chaos of a contested border, during the summer, would be a headache for your Crown correct?" 

Marcos gave a sigh of exasperation. "Well, I'll admit your second argument is better than the first..."

"And we'll give you a woman!" The innkeeper said from behind him.

Marcos smiled. "Which one?"

"The blonde." The innkeeper smiled.

Marcos knew she was pregnant. "Really? That's awful charitable. It's like a two for one deal..."

Under the table the blonde stopped.

"Indeed. Let's just shake on it." The innkeeper said missing the subtlety of his words.

Marcos moved to take his hand but stopped. "Fine. I'll also need a horse, tack, outdoor gear, her clothes, and perhaps some coin to get up to the area."

The men all paused then turned and looked at the seated merchant.

He sagged and relented. "Fine, nothing fancy."

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Marcos stood out and saddled his new horse, a deaf tan gelding. Watching quietly was a short blonde who was sucking him off only an hour ago.

"What is your name by the way?"

"This girl has no name Master."

Marcos looked at the small girl. Despite their earlier closeness, it was obvious she was uncomfortable with the situation. She wore three dresses and had a blanket stuffed with a few trinkets and other belongings at her feet. Only a few hours ago she awoke knowing what to do.

"Girl, do you know how to ride?"

"Yes Master, this girl came from far out west." She pointed off yonder.

"Good, try to keep up. By the way, you were pointing north."

He sauntered off. His short black robes making him seem a tear in the world walking down the road. 

For several hours, the two were silent. The road was empty as they made their passage north. Well after dark, Marcos finally stopped her.

He took the reins and spoke softly. "Prepare to sleep. Make a fire if you are comfortable with one." He then slunk off and disappeared easily into the darkness.

The girl worked quietly in the dark and prepared a sleeping roll for them. After undressing, she waited naked in the blankets for him to take her. Around her, the dark nearly moonless night made many noises of life. Unused to them, she only hoped he wouldn't be worse then whatever was out there. After several long minutes alone, she realized he was gone and the clearing was empty.

For a moment she considered freedom, or of running. However, penniless, she would become a debtor slave and likely be molested as an indentured servant. Fear and hopelessness won out and she curled up and slept fitfully.

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Miles ahead of her campsite Marcos cleared the road ahead. After a few hours of picking along, he came close to a town. Standing atop a rise, he saw the lights cluster around the quiet road. Further up movement caught his eye. Two men stood hidden in the brush along the road just outside of town. Standing still at this vantage point while actively searching for an ambush, allowed him to see the trap.

Marcos moved forward warily. He almost avoided them but as he crept by, he heard them.

"Hey, Corky, nobodies coming anymore lets get back. Mama is drunk again." The man giggled to the other about some shared experience Marcos didn't understand.

"....Let's go do it." The other replied gruffly.

Marcos watched as they hopped out onto the road and walked without a care up the street. Marcos figured replacing these fools with a quiet, and at the moment useless, slave would do the town a favor. Following them, Marcos saw they came to a large house obviously built to be a barn at one time. The building was well cared for however and didn't smell of animal. The two went in through a tended garden at the front gate and entered the house.

Marcos followed from the window and saw them men come into the home's main room. From outside, Marcos understood the wall with the window he was at also had a fireplace along it. In front of him were chairs and several benches for woodworking. A doorway to his right went back to what he assumed was a bedroom. To the left behind the chairs a stair way led to the loft above the house. To Marcos' right something lured the men just out of his sight to the corner.

Listening, he heard at least three men laughing and joking with a drunk confused female. He figured the men to be brothers. After a moment, a scuffle was heard and two people fell to the floor before him.

The one on top was a man from the ambush site earlier. Under him, a bushy dark haired woman struggled. Her dress was open up the middle. Her breasts were exposed and just before her belly, the dress' flap was splayed open showing the dark thatch between her legs.

The man on top had his pants down to his knees. He was moving in between her legs and started fucking her roughly. She fought with her arms and shook her head but her legs wrapped wantonly around him. Even after he stiffened over her, she fought until he stood.

After they finished the struggle, the woman got up onto a chair and started berating them drunkenly. She didn't move to cover herself at all, in fact she sat with her legs splayed. Her left hand almost covered her modesty but then she leaned back and gave them the show.

"How many times have you all dug for water? Huh? We gotta go to the neighbors for water still. We aren't going to live like that!" One of the brothers came over for his turn and just stood before her stroking himself. She tried to stand but she wobbled and fell back. "If you all can't even dig a working well then who will marry you? Huh?"

A second man approached with his cock out already and moved onto her, but she struggled pushing him back and shouted again. "I am not giving you lazy asses anything. Nothing, you hear?"

He tried again getting her off the chair and they wrestled around until they landed on the floor. The two men roughly got atop her. One got control of her arms and lined up himself with her mouth. The other struggled with her kicking legs and got into position to mount. Near simultaneously they were settled, and without more then some grunting, they shoved their thick cocks into her. All the fighting and cussing stopped after that. 

The man on her head thrust into her while arching his head back. She was obviously doing wonderful things with her mouth down there. It must have made him forget about the other guy fucking her. He brought his feet up and caught the man behind him across the face.

"Oi! What the shit! Move!"

A small scuffle started inside the room. Outside, the first man had come out and walked right past Marcos. He walked to the back of the house where Marcos noticed there were three very deep conveniently placed holes dug into the sandy soil.

The one the man drunkenly used as a pisshole was reinforced around the sides with timbers. He used one of the beams to steady himself as he grumbled and emptied himself. By the sound of the splatters, it was a hole almost a dozen yards deep.

Stealthily, Marcos crossed over to him and grabbed his head. With a twist, he broke his neck and let body tumble into the hole.

Returning to the window, he saw the men had gone back to fucking and had the woman on her hands and knees between them. Marcos watched in disinterest for them to finish. They used the rest of their lives plunging into the woman in deep strokes. After several minutes, the men spurted their last loads onto the woman's back and face. Both of them then rose as the woman fell over asleep.

The two came out and went over to the wells. The two used different holes. One used the shallower of the holes while the other unwittingly pissed on his brother's open grave. Marcos watched them bemused and crept over to the one at the deeper hole. With a light tap to the back of his knee, the man instinctively stepped forward before his addled brain could correct and he fell with a shriek into the occupied hole. During the confusion, Marcos crossed over to the other man who was laughing too hard to notice him.

He snapped his neck as he laughed and tugged the body over to the pit. Finally disposed of, he went in and snatched the woman who didn't even struggle. Once he dropped her in, it only took a minute for the pair down in the hole to get very panicky.

Above them, Marcos walked around the hole using a shovel to break the supports keeping the former well from collapsing. Before he even got to the last support, the timbers snapped under the pressure up and down the inside of the hole. A cloud of dust hit Marcos in the face as the hole shimmered and fell in.

Looking around, Marcos couldn't see any evidence of himself. He resisted the urge to burn the building down despite going to great lengths to make a place for the girl. He left and returned to the girl well before the sun came up.

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Come morning the girl awoke with a weight upon her. She squirmed and found the man sleeping soundly. When she found herself being slept on, it was oddly comfortable knowing she fulfilled something for the man however basic. She felt immediately pleased to be so useful. Perhaps he wouldn't find reason to hurt her.

By nearly midday, the man finally awoke. She scurried off quickly to use the bushes while he stretched and prepped the horse.

After almost a half day's travel the man finally spoke. "Have you ever lived alone?"

"No this girl has never owned a thing. She has always served." She said quietly.

"There is a house in a town up ahead that we will stay in tonight." Marcos paused. "You should stay there when I leave. I will leave you money. The field was well cared for, and it'll harvest well soon. Next season, you can get married or hire out your own servants."

"Master does not..." She paused. "This girl can help fight. She has fought for her things when no one else cared." 

"Girl..." Marcos paused. "When you thought of it what was a pretty name to you?"

"Garalin." She blurted quickly.

Marcos pondered it. "That sounds like a family name. I shall name you Savriee Garalin, so your children keep the name." He paused. "You're a young merchant's widowed daughter."

"Yes Master..."

"And remember your station." He snapped.

"Yes..."

"I am your manservant. My name is Marcos." He mused looking off.

The girl went wide-eyed. "Yes MmmMarcos."

"Perhaps we'll say I was a fixture during your formative years. I taught you to be very respectful." Marcos chuckled. "The goal will be to buy the property and settle you in it so I can be off. You are free, Lady Savriee Garalin."

Savriee gasped. "Master, this is..."

"Silence!" Marcos boomed. "I will beat you in front of everyone and sell you to the dirtiest stable boy in town if you say that word again."

The girl flinched and paled. "This...hears and obeys."

Marcos nodded. "Good, here is the town now."

Roofs of straw tiled in wood planking poked out as they came out to stand over a wide clearing. The view let them see out over the slowly moving farming town. Several timber homes collected around a central road with several businesses. Compared to other villages it was large, and had two inns. Both were shoddy but clean. 

Inside one inn that seemed the cleaner of the two, Marcos sat Savriee at a table and came to the front looking for the innkeeper. The man in question was a tall heavily built man with thinning hair. A greasy apron covered his front as he made a meat and pot pies for the dinner crowd.

Marcos squared up to him and leveled his shoulders back. Putting on airs sometimes helped. "Is there a magistrate?" He asked in a heavily accented voice.

The innkeeper looked closer at him and his fake high accent. "There is, I'm the town mayor." He said whipping his gritty hands on his already soiled apron.

Marcos bit a chuckle. It wasn't uncommon for innkeepers to hold the job. "Excellent! I am inquiring about open properties in the area."

"We have a house around back."

"A family lived there but they're gone now."

Marcos was happy people in small towns noticed so quickly. "Foul play?"

"No they just disappeared."

"Debt?"

"Likely, they were a shady bunch, three men, and their mum who was the worst of the lot. I heard they tried robbing people on the road."

"A pity." Marcos lied. "Well Milady needs a house, and she can pay well for the cleaning."

"Well, I can arrange it. Her name?" He said pulling an old registry out from another counter.

Marcos spun his tale carefully. "The Lady Savriee Garalin. She is a recent widow from Leethon. We felt it best she lived quietly in the country until she got over the loss of her dear husband. Love only happens once in a lifetime, but Amazons sadly ended it for him."

Marcos saw Amazons were a big topic for the innkeeper. "Oi? We got the same problem." The innkeeper leaned in and covered his mouth. "The band around here isn't breeding. You should watch yourself."

"I most certainly will." Marcos mused.

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The house Marcos bought only cost a few gold coins. Marcos easily paid for it and the furniture inside. In the yard in back, the grave only appeared to be a disorganized supply pile for the other holes.

Inside the house, Savriee fluttered around her new home like a child discovering a gift. To make her more appropriate she found and wore just one dress that presented her as a wealthy if not high born lady.

Marcos stood in the center of the home and looked out the window he looked in last night. "You have this house in your name. People will come to you every once and a while in my name. You will provide them cover and aid them in whatever way you can."

Savriee skipped over beaming and kneeled before him. "Yes...I hear and obey."

Marcos continued. "I must leave now to find those troublesome cows. I have left money. Be sure to open a shop and sell your skills. Theses hamlets of the wild lands are excellent quiet places to get a start."

He turned and moved toward the door. "Remember the master you serve."

"Milord you won't stay? Even for the night?" she blushed demurely

"No..." He said as she slid her hands up his frock. 

He wriggled his hips to be 'reluctant' as she unbuttoned and unleashed his cock. He stood still as she pushed her head up under his robe. The difference in what she did before and now were completely different. While few blowjobs were 'bad', her previous attempts were intense, forced, and soulless. She likely learned in the midst of a terrorizing rape, or some other negative experience. 



The Champion's Companion Ch. 00



This was the natural blowjob a woman would give. With the playful exploration, tasting, and coddling. It was her instinctive way of sizing him up. He didn't disappoint, his ten-inch cock backed to her throat and she helpfully gagged on it if it meant pleasing him.

She backed off finally and swirled him with her tongue as she used her hands to wring him until he shot a heavy spurt into her mouth. She clamped her lips across him for a seal. Under his robe, she was loud suddenly as she sucked out what she could and bobbed onto him with her hands on his hips. 

He finally had to back off her to get out of her warm mouth. The robe pulled her down onto her hands and knees as he backed away which was good since seeing her would lead to a delay. Marcos turned, left, and came out onto the road quickly before she could beckon him.

He was several hours behind the band. His walking pace caught him up within several days. He started to pick along the band's recent kills. The deaths surrounding him educated him on their style and numbers as he wound through the Huntresses' ambushes. 

They moved at night at a constant pace. They knew they wouldn't be chased in the open lands between city-states so their goal was to pull hasty ambushes as they went north. By traveling at night, Marcos matched them. Slowly they all closed in on the mountainous chaos lands.

That night, as the band he tracked passed the last enclave in the area before entering the mountains, Marcos found a tree to sleep in before the sun came up.

A sound below woke him up. Hastily climbing down the voices of a woman drew him. The orange light of the rising sun lit the treetops. Below the light, the skinny pines of the forest were cast in a weird yellow. The light might as well have been red moonlight. The tranquility was only disturbed by the woman, nothing else moved in the eerie new day. 

Marcos crept through the trees cautiously. Huntresses used ambushes to say hello, like so many other predators. They were damn good at it too since they weren't otherwise guaranteed a fair fight trying to rape and kill men they fancied.

The singing slowed and fell into humming as he got in closer. Marcos came around the last tree to a clearing. Marcos froze literally on top of the Amazon. The spot was barely large enough to turn a horse around. A pond beyond it made the open spot seem larger. 

A tall Amazon was squatting at the edge of the pond. Unlike any other Amazon he'd seen, she was pitch black like a drow. Her hair was black also. It came down in wavy curls unlike the straight haired Amazons who had a mix of black and silver to their hair.

She was heavily breasted and topless. The udders swung pendulously with the mass of cantaloupes or warm round bread loaves as she stood and squared up to him silently. Most Amazons wrapped breasts that big and wore leather mantles. Hers stood proudly, with impossibly dark nipples capping the jewels. Her breasts had a steady foundation on her broad shoulders and hard abs. She was obviously strong, but also alone.

She wore a loose chain low around her hips with dense trinkets that dangled and covered her pussy. The curve of her hips was the sexiest part of her. Marcos could already feel his hands resting on them. Her thick thighs and legs looked similarly strong like her arms as she circled with him spinning her wood spear.

"We don't have to fight." Marcos offered knowing it was to late. Huntresses fight anything with a cock. "You'll lose." He added lowering himself to a crouch watching her. She stayed silent staring at him for an opening as they turned around each other. Her steps crossed Marcos noticed.

Marcos taunted her. "If I get a hand on you, I will fuck the shit out of you woman." She ignored him and watched his feet wide eyed. The huffing of deep breaths was the only noise she made.

Marcos leaned in and jumped for her as her feet crossed. Stupefied, she only swung the spear instead of a thrust as her feel tangled. She only caught his shoulder as he closed in and wrapped his arms around her. Her spear she held with both hands was trapped in her breasts between them. For a moment, he paused staring at the dark white-less eyes of hers that seemed to have catlike slit metallic silvery pupils. She took the opening to bite him savagely in the jaw.

"Aww...Fuck!" Marcos roared getting his hands up and onto her face. One hand attacked the jaw joint and pressed under the ear for her nerves. The other hooked her nose with a thumb and pulled up and pushed back her face.

She released, and they danced away from each other. She looked at him smugly with amusement in her eyes.

Marcos didn't taunt her again. He just dashed again while she basked in her little nip. This time Marcos was rough and ready. He caught her spear and reached over to jab her in the face. Her forged steel chin did her mother proud. Her grip loosened, but she only snapped her head back after his strike.

Quickly, he grabbed her head and shoulders pulling her down and brought his knee up. Solidly, the two connected and he gave her another one to keep her thoughts elsewhere. When he pulled her back up she was much more relaxed and unfocused.

With a struggle, he won over the spear and tossed it into the water. She continued to push off him and struggle and they fell flat. Marcos struggled for dominance and just as he got control, he saw her scooting for a long dagger he missed earlier.

"Fuck no." Marcos said pulling her back between his legs. she rolled on her back to keep an eye on him and he dropped down to pin her.

"I fucking told you." Marcos said pulling his cock out as she tried to buck him.

Marcos slid between her legs. His cock prodded into the chain's curtain and felt her smooth soft skin underneath. As if a switch had been thrown, she went into overdrive under him. Panicked, she thoughtlessly scrambled to escape.

He let her roll over and for a moment, she paused before taking the risk and raised her hips getting up.

"Gotcha." Marcos pounced onto her back.

He easily sprawled flat over her. His cock naturally found her pubic gap. As he slid along she bowed back, and head butted him in the temple.

"Fuck, you just don't quit. Here, work this out." He growled shoving up and into her ass.

She screamed and froze as Marcos muffled her and continued to push. He dropped his head flat and low onto her shoulder blades as he snaked his arms around her outstretched neck. His short quick thrusts inched into her taking more and more. He laid claim to her ass then backed out finally so he could take his enjoyment from it.

She reached back and fought him, pulling and pushing him pitifully with her hands from behind. For more then ten minutes she went from loud pained grunts to wheezes and moans. It wasn't lost on Marcos the she had her bud rubbing in the grass whenever she bowed her back to get away from his thrust.

She bellowed into his arm when she came. Marcos felt her shift her hands away as she tried to get up under him and take his cock. The feeling was too much and Marcos came into her ass. He thrust deeply and she didn't complain as his cock went as deep as possible to release into her.

They wheezed into each other for minutes in the otherwise quiet clearing. Quietly, they both tried to figure out the other's next move.

Marcos tried to surprise her as he backed off. It didn't work and she moved to stand the instant he was off her. He pounced as she turned to him and they fell back onto the ground fighting. She kicked and scratched as he wrestled to get on top and straddled her. Marcos didn't notice at first her leg hooked into his open sided robe from underneath. He raised, up and intentionally caught the other leg so they both went out the armholes of his robe. With her legs mildly restricted, he dropped over her in between the open legs.

Finding herself tied to him again, she bucked and writhed. "Fuck no." Marcos said letting his eagerness win out. "This is happening." He said raising up, he started pushing her chin back while he straightened his cock and pushed into her pussy.

With a snap, she grabbed his extended arm and twist locked it before dislocating the shoulder completely.

"AHHH! FFffuu..." Marcos screamed in surprise as he was rolled over.

From atop him, she rained down hard fists of rage. For a moment, they pummeled each other. Marcos punched for her kidney to soften her up while she beat his face into the ground. Marcos tried to stay awake under the furious black creature savaging him. With a wide swing, he hooked her head and shoulders and brought her down tight to him in a parody of an embrace. With her down low, he slid down and brought up his robe around over her head, enclosing her.

She went wild as he rolled her and tightened his handful of fabric on her. Her caught up legs dangled uselessly over her head, and blocked in her arms as he tugged and tightened the robe. From on top he again pushed into her wet hole free handed. The hole seemed to open for him. In her position, her body was very inviting.

"Ah..." Marcos couldn't help but sigh. She had the tight wet pussy men deserved before they died. He felt like he cheated having it and walking away. "This is how it is." He whispered into where her ear was.

Her smooth walls beckoned him deeper, and he gave her the cock her pussy wanted. As he thrust into her hard and fast, she stilled underneath him. Her instincts were protecting her body to Marcos' benefit. He had to be glad those that submitted were the ones who bred. If she fought right now, he would be bitch-meat.

Marcos' long thick cock, heavy balls, and renewed stamina held out as she came a few times. For the first climax, she roused only a little, and her pussy worked him over. The second orgasm made her moan in the build up and she released and writhed under him moving up her hips. She worked with him to get the third out. He couldn't tell if she had any shame as he pushed into her as his own cock started to twitch and cum.

The Amazon fought anew as she felt him harden and swell. "Here we go." Marcos announced as she protested loudly under him. As he spoke the build up crested and spewed. Unlike her mewls and whimpers, her body graciously took his spending and milked his cock. The deluge his cock poured out into the receptive hole was exponentially mind blowing compared to the rather mundane struggle earlier. 

His exhausted body started to betray him. His eyes wanted to close and sleep as his brain shutdown and concentrated on thoroughly flipping out his balls. He felt like a racing salmon in a white-hot flow of lava as he fought to keep himself centered in the still dangerous situation. 

Finally the intensity ceased. He was still within the orgasm, and his ultra-sensitive cock head was making it imprudent to move. "Awww... Fuck how was that baby?" Marcos couldn't help but feel the affection successful breeding imprinted on him. His cock twitched and the muscle at its base pulsed, as he stayed deep inside her. he could still feel thick gobs coming down his cock as he drained into her.

She thankfully stayed still as he very slowly pulled out and stood. Instinctively he looked at the holes dripping from his offers. He wondered idly, as he stared at the thick lumpy trail sliding out and down her crack, what would happen next. Little men with metallic cat eyes running around would be interesting.

He thumbed his cock and mused as he looked at her. "I should take you with me. You lost your honor so you con't go back right?" 

She started unmistakably laughing under the robe.

Puzzled, he stepped forward and tried pulling off the robe but as soon as it started coming off she fought again and mule kicked him. They separated as she stumbled back into the water and he fell back.

The stunning jolt of hitting the ground awoke him. Marcos flipped himself over and looked up at his robe and the broken branch. The dream had been pretty real. His cock felt empty, and balls that that ache of being drained. Thankfully, his arm and face were undamaged. Memories unblocked and came to him making him realize what he had done. The dream started making him chuckle of what he did with her.

He would never admit it, but catching naked Amazonians out in the wild where 'might is right' was a favorite pastime of his. He was surprised but happy she had played his game with him, it was obvious she enjoyed it too. 

On another plane, a goddess stood in her pond by the clearing, looking through the waters of time. She idly dipped into her pussy and felt the warm share left with her. She would get more soon. The thought made her giggle as she watched. 

Marcos didn't know it yet, but a decision was already made, and this particular pursuit was only to be the beginning.



The Champion's Companion Ch. 01



This story has been made significantly better by the tireless efforts and editing of IMcRout.

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Marcos Panthi had a problem, not a serious or immediate crisis, but a definite situation in need of some kind of reconsideration. 

He was a knight in foreign lands well to the west of his home territory. 

He was dark haired with short curls and deep dark pools of eyes, many people never noticed there were no whites to them at all. His weathered skin gave him the appearance of being from the southern area of the Menthino. Tall and muscular he had a gangly look about him, but moved with the fluid grace of a long time ranger. 

He didn't appear to be a knight, his armor was beyond 'minimal' consisting of single hand sized plates sewn into soft, near skintight Safi leather that covered his upper and lower arms and legs, as well as half cut pieces for the top of his hands and feet. The leather was dyed black covering his entire body below the eyes and matched with only slightly stiffer leather boots split at the toe. 

Over this was a sleeveless hooded black robe whose openings on the sides extended to the bottom just above the knees. Most people outside of Menthino would think him an assassin by his garb, but assassins cover themselves with normal clothes to blend in. The clothes and armor were actually the all black of the Menthino light Infantry. Most knights and officers in the light infantry usually at the very least wore Calvary armor for protection but Marcos was unique and understood better than most the spirit of light Infantry. 

If Marcos had had foresight, he would have opted for a light grey robe instead of black. If he went any further north into the mountainous highlands even now in the heat of summer there would be enough snow to make hiding very difficult.

Nevertheless, it wasn't time to worry about that, at the moment he was tracking prey or to be precise a band of 'Amazons' who he was paid to kill or drive off. He didn't know how many, but about half a dozen is what the tracks and his senses told him. He had been forced to move in the early morning hours to track the elusive band, since they moved in the very dead of night. 

Now with the sun just about to come up he was brought up short. Just over the ridge he was nearly atop was the bands campsite that as yet he hadn't seen before. A finger jutted off the ridgeline for a short quarter mile stretch. It was almost unnaturally flat and completely snow free. It was large enough for hundreds to fit upon and was covered in various sized rocks with bald patches showing obvious frequent use. 

At the moment a single barbarian woman was there idly sitting with a fire dug into the ground letting her smoke rise, obviously she was confident. However, that was also the problem, the rest of the group was gone, and Marcos could only be fairly sure they weren't already behind him.

Marcos had been following this group for about two days from a requested favor by the independent city-state of Osmuun. The city sat near the western border of Menthino in the south and its only claim to fame was a decent working river dock deep and safe enough for ocean trade. He caught up to them three days north of the city in dense woods where hamlets and villages quietly farmed the summer harvest. The band had left these populated areas for the northeastern mountainous corridor yesterday. If they continued, Marcos would be tracking over a glacier and steep-walled valleys in these highlands until they came out of the mountains to the river valley of the fertile Ort, the wide fast boundary river between Astrokos and Menthino. 

If this woman was any indication then this band must be confident, and unaware of him, to be hunting for food before entering these dangerous wilds. 

Plenty of old creatures lived in these mountains from rock ogres to mountain elves, drow, minor dragons, and demon forms all scattered in pockets. The corridor is the only 'safe' route from the independent lands south and west of Menthino to the Ort since it skirted the mountains and was unfortunately quite barren. Stopping this group before they reached the river to commence their adulations would save time, however the corridor could be an excellent kill zone if and only if he could get ahead of them. 

Amazons for most countries are a problem. 

When the Astrokos Empire controlling all the lands fell, it really stemmed from problems with its women. The Empire was a paternal society that compounded the problems of sexes by fostering an extreme chauvinist bias against any feminine or 'weak' elements. Women fled to the wilderness from the society creating a sub-culture of 'Amazons' that was constantly persecuted. When a new god came to the world, it brought a new religion celebrating femininity, death, and fertility. Instant social chaos arose throughout the Empire. 

The troublesome barbarian Amazons, tall muscular grey-eyed silver haired pale northerners, who ran into the wilderness so many years ago, became the refuge of the 'Priestesses' when the followers of the Empire's patron god Minun, the deity of power and chaos, persecuted them. 

The enclaves and moving temples these 'Sisters' carved out of the wilderness under constant pressures and attacks had the weight of half the population secretly behind them. 

Religious sites at rivers and shores where women bathe and worship the Goddess at the end of their cycle slowly became widespread in all lands. Another social response triggered was the female pirate, women seeking asylum or safety made their way to the shores and disappeared with ships crewed entirely by women. From within the Empire grinded to a halt as every waterway leached its population, spread discord into the homes, and discontent into the streets. 

Nobody knows when the Empire really fell. The northern lands are still called Astrokos to this day. Astrokos still erects self-serving stone and bronze monuments proclaiming its eternal power and glory.

Now the goddess 'Dark Mother' brought forth so long ago rules the world. She rules it alone as a goddess of death. She ruthlessly pushed aside followers of other gods, and sent her own champion after their champions and children of any new gods until there was no more but only her and her children. 

For humans she is the embodiment of war, violence, fertility, maternity, and a death that seeps away. In the northland, she is simply prime evil. To the night creatures, she is worshipped as the 'Night Mother'. 

In Marcos' homeland of Menthino, privileged nobility worship the Dark Mother openly in temples more directed to her death aspect. Normally these are infested with assassins who are allowed rest for the simple responsibility of 'serving' the crown and collecting secrets. In the capital, secretive temples focused on her fertility and maternal aspects were built over fresh flowing supplies of water. Guarded by amazons and presided over by priestesses the temples did the job of keeping the faith alive in the old-fashion way among all women by celebrating the menses, birth, and womanhood. 

Amazons are a problem like any living weapon that outlived whatever original purpose it could have had. Some are good for the population; attacking criminals, and working for bounty usually, they are 'Warrioresses'. 'Huntresses' fulfill a completely different role. They hunt for worthy males who will breed strong daughters. These women surround and attack travelers in one-woman ambushes either forcing a fight or 'herding' them to where all the women can attack. The purpose is testing a Huntress' honor repeatedly from the weakest to strongest in the group until the male is brought down and harvested. 

Men rarely return and all too often, the Huntresses take away the bodyguards leaving the old and weak or any women they find. Castration and, or death on a lonely road is an easy result of failing to prove worthy of the encounter. However if a man does survive the contest of strength he is drugged with powder through the skin to raise his virility, and potions that make him much more sensitive. Then men are 'forced' to inseminate the Huntress who made the capture. If the male can reasonably impress the group, a lifetime of sexual slavery at a remote temple enclave after ritual blinding is his new future. Villagers do not usually have the problem of bandits AND Amazons. 

However, where the band Marcos is after went Goddess only knows.



The Champion's Companion Ch. 02



This story has been made significantly better by the tireless efforts and editing of IMcRout.

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Kaarthen the Huntress felt the strain of keeping up on the hunt so soon after delivering birth. The enclave sisters had wanted her to stay and rest. She could never admit it, but being denied holding the beautiful baby boy she had made forced her to seek the familiar as she tried to move on and forget. 

Now after giving up 5 years seniority just to get away she was with a random group of rather amateur and petty Huntresses who knew nothing of her. She was unable to sleep or close her eyes without his face creeping up. 

She was despised now for being the band's weakness. The feelings of awkwardness that played with her mind at the enclave where she meditated and rested for birth stayed with her. Now she was sleepless for almost a week and feeling watched. The Huntress leader Caris, who was hardly any good, had left her behind to search the area for food. 

Kaarthen was not familiar with the area but felt the wooded areas to the south where they just came from would have been easier hunting. She was ignored when she tried to give advice and snarky comments about whether she could make it up the mountains with her own weight were made. Making tea was her solace. She had grown fond of what the priestesses had served in the enclave and it helped focus the mind from her leaking throbbing breasts and mourning heart.

By nightfall, Marcos was beyond agitated. After staying up nearly two days straight worrying about Amazons sneaking up on him he concluded that the lone female was obviously weak somehow, and that the group still had not returned. His mind knew that there must be others but moving around he noticed no sign or tracks in the rocky snowless hill. He was tempted to ask this one but a nagging suspicion told him she had been abandoned. The sun was to set in these mountains soon. The female he was observing was fidgeting in apparently troubled sleep. Marcos crept forward into the attack.

Creeping along over the top of the ridge to avoid being 'sky lined' and coming down the steep wind face Marcos was able to roll and slither along. He reached the flatter landing and continued once he got his feet under himself. With no ability to get back easily, he was so far committed to some kind of action; with Amazons it was a mixed bag if you could reach them from a position of strength. So not knowing if she could be reasoned with, he moved from rock to rock until he could slink over smaller noisier pebbles to bald patches. 

Kaarthen opened her eyes her head hurt and her temple throbbed but she felt oddly rested. The strong sun warmed her despite the elevation and patches of snow visible. Trying to sit up she realized her arms were tied. Her arms were behind her and from the feel of it; her elbows and wrists were bound. She was also on a fairly steep incline so this was definitely not, where she ought to be. Nearing panic with visions of ogres lighting cauldrons or sisters raped by demons she searched wildly with her eyes, and then moved her head in jerks that really just made the pain worse. She was on the ridge still though where she did not know. The area was covered in brown stumpy foot tall grass that was coarse. Large weather-worn stones protruded, and around her snow stuck in the creases of the hill. Kaarthen spotted movement overhead. 

"A snake!? No feet, a sideways foot, up the hill." She thought.

Rolling over to her side, the pain eased in her head. She saw a man in black more than a pace up sitting and drinking from a waterskin before making it disappear in his shapeless overshirt. He turned and stared at her with the examining eye of an inspector. 

He was very dark aside from the black he wore his dark hair and expressionless eyes were enough give her an alien cold shiver in her spine. He shifted his weight from foot to foot and stood, leaning close. 

"You..." He paused to clear his throat and used a finger to pull the leather from his mouth. "You were left you know, your sisters haven't returned all night for you." His voice was low enough to be above a mumble, but there was callousness there still. 

Kaarthen felt suddenly tired like the weight of the world left and suddenly came back down on her shoulders. Marcos watched in interest, he had felt tired too until he just watched this Amazon pass out on him. 

"Quite curious, she must be pretty brave to pull this stunt, I'm not that scary." 

Marcos eased back and stared trying to see if she was doing a marvelous job of faking. He watched her breath. Bound as she was, her breasts slowly swelled and contracted. He lowered himself down onto his knees to look at her and he had to admit she was as beautiful as any Amazon he had seen before. Her limbs were all heavily muscled, but there was a hard to define softness about this one. She was nearly his height, if he had to guess six and a half feet. Like him, she was visibly lean. However, her body was curvier, which made her seem wider and heavier. 

Her bright silver hair had black streaks mostly in back. The tip of an elven ear poked out of her straight hair. She had the broader shoulders and long torso, arms, and legs of an Amazon. Her hips were smaller in proportion but still wide enough for the obviously feminine flare. Her ass was compact hard and muscular. The bubbled ass made her thighs look bigger and her waist look smaller, her loincloth rode low on her hips offering a great views only covering the bottom half of her cheeks. Her thighs were wide and muscular and had scars; her thick calves were very well-shaped. Her breasts were much larger than he was used to seeing on an Amazon, they were the size of her head at least and that was without overhanging sag. They simply looked like larger versions of smaller breasts. The aureole was less than palm sized, puffy, and pale with slightly darkened rings and inverted nipples. 

Amazons unlike priestesses famously wear little clothes. This one had a rather small loincloth that was larger in the back for sitting. She also wore a decorated circular mantle made of hide atop her shoulders; it reached almost to her pale nipples the way she was lying. When he had grabbed her, she also wore a large cloth under the hide wrapped around her chest but Marcos had shredded it to bind her. He eased forward so he could keep her hands in sight better this way he told himself. He leaned in squatting into the slope with his right knee on the ground and the other over her body. He removed the glove of his left hand and put it in his robe then thinking to keep weapons away from her he pulled it over his head an dropped it one arms distance on the other side of his body from her. He held his hand out checking her breath. In the back of his mind, he knew it was stupid to provoke her like this but the other half was curious. 

'Was she faking? It maybe adolescent but how far would he let her go?'

He paused pulling his hand back almost deciding. Then he dropped it onto her breast. 

'Fuck it right? At least she won't expect me to be a gentleman when she wakes'" 

The side of the breast felt warm and rolling it in his had it felt taut, almost harder than what he'd expected, but then again it had been a while. He continued and used both hands to play with the top breast hefting, wobbling, tugging, and jiggling its weighty mass. He slid a whole hand under it. His hand, outstretched with his finger tips' touching her chest, was covered by her warm heavy mammary past his wrist, half way to his elbow. 

Pulling his left hand around him felt the moisture of her milk for the first time. He slid his knees down lower and lowered his weight onto her thighs. Without even debating it in his mind, he raised the teat and suckled the nipple. He heard her sigh when he sucked the nipple out into his mouth but felt no tension in her body. The hot milk in his mouth was delicious and he could feel the tension leave her breast in both hands as he drank by the mouthful. Marcos noticed her arching her back and allowed her to roll over onto her back. 

He straddled her now completely, keeping his feet in between her thighs with his toes pointing down. His right hand moved up to her neck not in a choking grip but reversed to hold her restrained. He did not want to be surprised. The flow of milk did not seem to stop or slow and he realized she of course must not have nursed in a while. The more he drank the more he wanted. Marcos then felt her thighs squeezing rhythmically trying to get back together. 

He realized if she wasn't awake yet, she was going to be soon. Straightening up he fumbled with his buttoned fly. The buttons were hard as ever to work when handled in a rush with his thick 10 and a healthy half-inch cock taking up all the slack. Finally freeing a third button, he crouched rubbing his sensitive leaking head onto her belly. Her body was so warm to his touch of her warm breasts, her warm milk, and the insides of her thighs that radiated heat. He slid himself along her belly a strong pulsing at the base of his cock and a sudden sensitivity in the head almost made him cum. Like a zombie, he mindlessly kicked her legs open and lowered his knees between hers. In the haze of his mind he reflected how pulling a string and releasing the loincloth was like pulling the tail of a slipknot for a horse and taking a ride. The loincloth came down on one side until he noticed the knot on the other side. 

Her pussy was hot but not obviously wet he noticed rubbing her all around her crotch, belly, and thighs with his hands. Marcos also noticed the slight paunch from pregnancy. He removed his other glove with his teeth, the irony was not lost on him that this was really, what she wanted and would have taken if she could. He moved to her vagina and used his fingers; while the outside was hot and dry, the interior was nice, hot, and wet he noticed. He stirred his finger around then dragged it out and tickled her bud. She made obvious moans and her hips were starting to move. He pushed his fingers into her again stirring some more and sliding his fingers along the wet rough place at the top of her canal. 

She twigged from restive sleep to back-arching hip-raising alertness. He took advantage of her position and put in another finger heading for the same spot. Under her hips, her hands were dancing and her fingers dug into the soil. He tried to add a third finger but could only do it with them squeezed tightly together. He knew three finger across was the ticket that would at least get her wide enough to take his cock, anything else would be like bringing a horse through a half-door. 

Marcos worked her up for a while. He placed her bucking hips in his lap even and even licked the bud if she jumped high enough. Finally, after a third hard fought orgasm she was relaxed and was ready for the diameter if not the full circumference of his leaking cock. He unbuttoned the last two buttons on his trousers and stretched over her. Kaarthen was nearly about to go to back to sleep again, despite how much she wanted to fight or run away. She could see him over her and with one thrust, he was in deep, more than halfway into her pussy. The heat and the wetness made him feel as though he was getting a private bath for his cock. He thrust in again and her hips rose trying to dismount him and stopping his advance by moving to counter. His hazy brain made his decision and he rose up onto his knees pushed her shoulders down and thrust up hard. 

Her tunnel guided him deeper until he hit the almost healed mouth of her womb. Upon reaching the cervix, he instinctively lunged further with his cock again making her cringe. He started a moderate pace ramming her with hard full-length strokes. He was kissing the core with the tip of himself until it started to open also. He lunged hard again, his 10 and a half-inch cock now pushing beyond her grip with a full 2 inches after the head in the void of her womb. Kaarthen didn't know what to do, her body was in painful pleasure, and this demon holding her down was setting a mind-crushing pace. She wanted to kick him away or hold him still deep within her; she knew this painful forced orgasm was only the beginning. 

Marcos continued to lunge hard and quick from root to tip savoring this awesome feeling as it swept him along. His strokes pushed and pulled through her hot swirling pussy to the hot void on the other side. Again, the female under him gasped, jittered, and squeezed him. Her canal closed tightly pulsing, and for a vague moment, Marcos felt the back wall of her womb rough along his head. All too quick it was over and her body still primed was building up again. Marcos continued his march pushing himself through from root to tip into her slick wetness. 

Marcos raised a leg over his shoulder and squatted over the other leaning down for her nipples. He wasn't pulling back as far now and could tell his time was short. Feeling the grumble of his balls, he tightened his grip on her breast and thigh and lunged one last time to spew what he could into her. Like lightning, she was suddenly awake clawing to get away. Her body burned with the near scalding loads that were directly shot into her fertility.

"Noo...NNaaa," She protested mindlessly.

"Silence cow, take this." Marcos hissed and pulled her in tighter. 

With Kaarthen's arms bound, she was trying to use his shoulder under her leg to be fulcrum for leverage. Finally, his grip loosened and her struggles ceased, and a body warming high accompanied their shared post-coital bliss. Kaarthen passed out again knowing not much could get worse. 

Marcos also felt tired and knew she could be a threat when he closed his eyes. He grabbed the shredded cloth to use once more. He bound her ankles to the binding already around her elbows. He set a few traps, since moving was now going to be difficult. Once done, he walked back and looked at her again, he was happy to have had her she really was beautiful. Covering his face, and with his robe back on, Marcos crept to the top of the ridge and watched the campsite. It had been a day and still he didn't know where the Huntresses were. Anyone who went north for food had to be crazy.



The Champion's Companion Ch. 03



The Huntress Leader is a position of seniority to the band. Huntresses who volunteer before the enclave can create bands.

Caris is the Huntress Leader. If ranked by ability, Caris would in other groups be a distant third or a solid fifth in the twelve person bands Huntresses that usually range around in. Caris didn't want to follow older girls and get her ass kicked around until she had her own team, so she made her own. Caris led the band by force of personality. Everyone around her was raised with her. She had been bossing and manipulating her teammates since they were all children. The four women were all only twenty summers old. The group was the smallest and weakest band in their enclave. 

Ignorant of their failings, the band plodded along doing whatever Caris came up with. Then Kaarthen came along after just finishing labor a few days prior. She had been lying around the enclave meditating for two months in preparation for her pregnancy and was barely recovered. Caris knew she was for some reason desperately looking to get back out and didn't care about seniority despite her well-documented 5 years. Caris was okay with it. It simply became another rule she could forget as Huntress Leader. 

Caris shirked the usual practices of Huntress Leader by keeping the others in a close enough formation to be heard and be seen by the others when they were stopped or moving. The tightened formation limited their awareness since one person can hear better when they are moving alone. She could communicate better with the tighter formation and felt in control. 

To her weak side was Kassin, an Amazon with long hair more black than grey that hung to her lower back. She also had the usual pale colorless skin. Taller then most men at more than six and a half feet, slender, and deceptively fragile looking, her breasts were cones that were very undersized to the rest of her frame. Kassin was quiet, and very introspective. Caris knew she was very sensitive about her lack of feminine features. 

Caris had really pushed her when it came time, to not become a priestess. She was too good with a blade, spear, and could run fast as the wind. Kassin was the best fighter in the group. 

To Caris' rear was Kassin's lover Ailli.

She was equally quiet and dark the two had been together since the girls had been allowed to cleanse within the purified waters of the Dark Mother's temple. Caris was the one who found the two kissing one day when the priestesses were teaching the importance of cleanliness and bathing.

To anyone who had not seen them grow up you would swear they were sisters, twins even. 

Ailli's only differences were larger hips and thicker thighs, and she didn't have Kassin's aloofness but stood slightly hunched and was always fidgety and nervous. She had never learned anything well from training and always seemed to have two left feet. Ailli was also nowhere near as good at hunting or fighting as Kassin in fact, Caris had tried to see her go.  

To Caris' strong side was Vellina. 

She was a shorter than everyone by more than a head, if she were any shorter they could call her stout. Vellina's hair was also grayish blonde instead of the gray and black streaks of most Amazons. She had blonde hair on her forearms and had a short soft layer everywhere else of clear blondish white hair instead of being completely hairless below the neck as was usual. Her fingers, forearms, and lower legs were shortened by comparison to the other women. Vellina had natural strength at the expense of speed, agility, and endurance. Her form was also the most full figured of the band. She was the last to grow and the first to stop when they were kids. She had very wide child bearing hips, and large swaying round melon sized bosoms and a large doubly bubbly round ass whose crack was covered only partially by her loincloth. She wore a purple homespun blouse tied off under the leather mantle with her quiver and bow.

Most in the enclave thought Vellina couldn't do anything well. None of the other huntresses expected much from Vellina despite her strength, her body was much too round for good fighting. But, it wasn't true Vellina was actually quite strong and good with her tongue, hurling insults that made priestesses scream when they were children, or using her slick silver tongue to get out from under the crotch of the older girls who always singled her out and demanded 'licks from the cow'. Caris defended Vellina, but was not a friend. She too demanded licks when the urges came.

Caris had hair that nearly completely grey her eyes were a mischievous light green. Her breasts were only a little smaller than Vellina's. She was a full six feet tall. She had a voluptuous proportional body not slender as Kassin or padded like Vellina. She was muscular on her upper body her breasts were very rounded long teardrops. Her ass was nicely swelled with two rounded cheeks. she also wore a skirt that was given as a 'gift' when she was younger, it had two stiff thick leather panels that went less then mid thigh linking the top corners were bronze and iron hoops 'donated' from the blacksmiths as she grew. One hoop was large enough to holster her blade despite looking stupid and cutting her when she ran. She also wore a circular leather mantle on her shoulders and a quiver of arrows.

Vellina and Caris were the only ones to have captured men. Caris remembered the event as painful and rushed. Vellina who heard sharing the potion given to men to make them hard ensured a good time. She barely remembered the night but got hot and wet from the blurred images she partially remembered.

Caris led her Huntresses back from the hunt. They had found only little prey animals forcing the group to attack a boisterous group of monkeys to steal a goat carcass. They wanted all to rest after two hard days of hunting. Caris knew they had to keep moving if the wanted to get anything better. She hoped Kaarthen was better or at least would quit trying to tell her what to do. 

Despite the fact she was 5 years younger, she didn't need someone whose group forgotten about her to try telling her things. Despite how good a Huntress and tracker the old hag was Caris liked things just fine.



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Kaarthen was now beyond sore. The man had bound her mouth with her loincloth to stop the moaning when she awoke. Her bindings for her legs had been left untied after the first day. He had used her roughly the whole day.  He would idly suckle from her breasts; he would also use his fingers on her by rubbing her body, not trying to make her happy but simply content to rub her because he could.

By the evening of what she figured to be the second day, he offered to retie her arms comfortably and used her leather loincloth to tightly wrap her arms from wrist to elbow before tying it off. 

He then fucked her roughly after discovering her body still quite wet. He took her from behind and when she immediately tried to lay flat he followed her down to the ground on her back then forced her right knee out to the side. He then got between her legs and thrust his cock hard into her. He thrust deep, putting all the power of his legs into it. His hands came around to the front to her breasts as he nibbled her neck and ears with surprisingly sharp teeth. Her body gave in to the orgasm that it had wanted all day since he had crawled all over her body rubbing her and drinking her milk. 

He was insatiable, his hands were in constant motion beneath her. He was roughly fucking like a maniac searching for something deep within her. Something inside popped suddenly as he thrust hard and he was suddenly deeper. She came again but it felt like her body was forced to it and her vagina stunned, before tightly clenching him. It must have been what he wanted. His balls were almost pushed in as he raised himself up on both hands and released his seed into her with surprised gasp.

He then without pause or moving started his interrogation.

"Would you like some water? Your body has needs and you haven't made water in 3 days now." He prodded.

Kaarthen stayed silent. "Was he watching this whole time?" She thought.

"You may not understand, but your little band of merry cows has done some seriously expensive damage. I am not just here to kill you however. If I can help you to understand staying around is a bad idea we could all be happier wouldn't you say?" He added almost breathlessly.

"I would be happier if you got off of me." She thought trying to squeeze his slimy cock out of her pussy, and distracted herself with the wet sensation.

"Perhaps your leader would be the one to decide, what is her name?" He said. His eyes hungry eyes flicked over her body again. She could feel his gaze behind her, it burned it was so close.

"Menthino works with followers all the time, where is your enclave? There is one behind us did you girls have a reason to bypass them?" Marcos watched and felt her bristle at the word 'girls', He made a point hit that nail hard a few more times.

"You girlies may not know it but these wilds stretch pretty far and a lot of creatures would love to turn the tables on your little hunting band." She held steady, "Finding yourself on the business end of something's cock would really cut short whatever you girls are up to." That got her attention; she tightened reflexively along his cock.

"Since I had to make it by myself I wonder." Marcos mused aloud.

She tried squirming to try to look at him, to look into his eyes. Marcos noticed that his cock was hardening and that she was interested now. He just needed her to speak so she would be committed with a position in the conversation.

"After noticing the tracks they leave already, and that they decided to wait till now to hunt." He paused, "how far could that amateur group get through the corridor pretty famous for making things disappear?" 

Sensing that rhetorical questions didn't pique her pride in the band he decided to switch gears. He presented her a water skin from his robe. She didn't deserve it. It would keep her stronger and alert longer and reduce discomfort. However, it would make her open her mouth and physically enable her to speak. It also made her need him, since untying her would simply lead to a direct confrontation.

"Besides most things living in these mountains are in the forest during the summer. I bet only bad things are around up ahead." He continued as she drank. He spoke slowly, trying to finish talking just as she took a breath.

He could almost feel the cool wetness her body needed flow over his cock. He started thrusting slowly and gently.

"Why?" Kaarthen asked taking a breath, "Because you think those four can't defend themselves?" Suddenly surprised she said anything. She quickly went back to drinking the water feeling fooled and ashamed. She had some idea it was set up that way, but no idea how.

Marcos latched on to how she excluded herself that was the real surprise. He was also mildly surprised her hips were moving. 

When she tried to push him out earlier his cock was in her womb still and it only felt good. Now he was no longer past her cervix, but occasionally he popped through as he stroked her with a building intensity that she unconsciously matched before repeatedly catching herself. 

"I'm not sure; as they get away from the forest they'll be much safer. Right now they are in the middle of everything that will eat or be eaten." Marcos said as he insidiously brought a hand around to her bud making her moan into the water bag and blush. She only pretended to drink now. Kaarthen didn't want to be fooled again by whoever this man was who handled her so masterfully.

To punctuate the morbid statement something far away screamed almost sounding human and female.



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Caris was about to realize she lost any kind of control of the situation. 

The scream had come from behind. The monkey troupe from earlier attacked from behind Ailli who had been tasked with carrying the shredded goat. 

The monkeys had grown in numbers. Following their prize, the troupe had linked up with others as it crossed through neighboring monkey territories. Now confident and numbering almost a hundred with adults in front that were eerily making no noise. Ailli was swarmed and in her panic, she started swinging the carcass around forgetting to draw her blade. 

Kassin had charged forward before Caris knew what to do and was now in the middle of the fur ball. Monkeys attacked the two biting, scratching, and tugging parts of the carcass from Ailli who was now just holding on.

Caris drew her blade and told Vellina to ready her bow. She knew a bow may not be the best idea but Vellina had arms too short for any good blade use and her tits got in the way. Caris used the strategy of slashing what she could while trying to keep on the outside of the mess, but then only two or three monkeys were enough to keep her back. 

Vellina was also hampered since the only monkeys staying still were on the backs of Ailli or Kassin. The tall Huntress was bleeding from bites and scratches but still fighting against overwhelming numbers, two monkeys lay still at her feet. A majority of the monkeys around her were wounded but they kept attacking by running up or around her body. The monkeys knew how to attack larger animals and Kassin could not get the deep wounds needed to kill more. Ailli was laying face down in a tug of war with the monkeys.

Vellina was knocked down from behind by something that slammed her face onto large rocks putting her to sleep. 

A shrill shriek froze the girls, and scattered the monkeys some of whom were clutching pieces of goat meat or tufts of human hair.

Caris and Kassin turned to the new threat with blades ready and wariness in there eyes. A well-camouflaged lizard standing three feet tall at the shoulder and at least twelve feet long was staring back at the two. 

It didn't have any obvious teeth showing as it tasted the air with its tongue, and its eyes only held reptile's intelligence. Its limbs were short and powerful. The toes ended in large curved claws. It carried its wide flat body well off the ground. The creature was an Oofi, a type of large overgrown lizard that has many variations from poisonous to fire spitting. This Oofi was a chameleon ambush hunter and scavenger. The women had never seen one, but only heard novelty stories of how they changed color.

The two girls advanced to within five paces, centuries of worth refined training styles had been drilled on both women throughout the 20 summer they had been living. Long before either chose the path of the Huntress, they were learning. They knew what their mothers before them learned so they could go all the way to a fulfilling death. Once they chose the Huntresses path thousands of year's worth of weapons training was endlessly drilled into them. An Amazon may not always have an even chance against a male. Nevertheless, in battle the Huntress stands and fights alone, that is their style.

First, there was the change in breathing. changing to a slow cycle of three second breathes in and out, with three second holds in between. The Amazon may not breath like that the whole encounter but the breathe control reigns in panic and keeps a clear mind. They must control their breathing to control heart rate and any hasty actions fueled off adrenaline. 

Second, they mentally they forced themselves to see the situation as another training match in a familiar courtyard they could almost visualize.

Third, they looked for the clear areas around and between themselves and the enemy. They moved placing themselves first in equal then improved terrain over the opponent. 

Forth, they both brought their blades up not to a defensive pose but one for speed, this opponent was fast. Their toes pointed to the lizard and they leaned forward slightly. Caris favored a reverse grip. Kassin took a traditional hold of her blade.

Caris in her viciousness never bred the males they fought. Death was what her victims got unless they got away. That meant she did not care who killed. It was a secret that the band had learned to fight together unlike the earliest teachings, trainings, and traditions of individual accomplishments and honor. The practice of group fighting was shameful unless hunting or defending from animal. Nevertheless, was something that was commonly agreed to quietly by Huntresses in weak bands.

Caris led, but was only half a step ahead of Kassin to her right. The five paces walking were only three at a dash. 

The Oofi quickly turned right offering a side profile and despite how unfamiliar the creature was, they knew it was going whip its long tail. Kassin jumped correctly preempting the strike, Caris almost ran past the front of the creature her blade nearly missing the flank of the lizard as it spun away. Kassin however landed on the other side of its head and gave it deep cut down just behind the right shoulder and another for an upstroke deeply severing its neck and slicing through to the spine.

The Oofi's colors flickered across its scales and it collapsed in seizure. Kassin jumped back from the claws of the creature in its death throes.

Caris delivered her Coup-de-Grace stomping the mouth closed and stabbing the brainpan.

The other Huntresses were roused and readied. Vellina was just woozy, Ailli was in much worse shape, but still able to walk after some time. Kassin was also bitten and scratched but mostly along her arms. Kassin quickly moved to Ailli and after getting her standing started washing her free of dirt.

They were not far from their camp and could not waste time if they wanted to get back before sunset. After resting, Caris dressed and skinned the lizard wondering if the thing was poisonous. The most meat was in the tail and limbs but they carried it all even the hide, and the goat.



The Champion's Companion Ch. 04



"How are they deciding where to go?" Marcos inquired. He was sitting at his usual place near the top of the hill taking furtive looks around from time to time. At his feet, were two small deep fire holes only a little bigger than his fist. They connected underground and allowed him to hide the flame and add animal droppings for smokeless fuel. Several small rodents on sticks stood over the smokeless mini fire pit and were sizzling nicely. It was just now getting dark though the sun hadn't yet set.

Kaarthen sat a arms length away down slope. She felt like she was twice that distance from him. Her eyes were right inline with the cooking food. She was certain he did it on purpose.

"I don't think we decided anything, the leader told them to go northeast to make for the corridor." Kaarthen responded, the smell of food was strong in her weakened state, she could barley take her eyes off it.

"They are just going to cross into the bordering areas of Astrokos, by a difficult and dangerous route, for no reason. Is this a sight seeing trip?" Marcos quipped. 

"In Astrokos, Amazons are enemies of the Crown. The border areas are also dangerous because the Menthino border guards and our northern scout cavalry will be patrolling for Astrokine raiding parties, and bandits or slavers." Marcos said looking her body over appraisingly. She tried to remain still and act unaffected.

"Have you been through these areas?" He asked plainly looking at her crotch.

"Not this far east. I have hunted in the south and went east until the border." She said slowly closing her legs and twisting sideways.

"You hunted mud people that must have been satisfying." Marcos said openly sarcastic. "I'll tell you what your friends are trying to walk into then. When the Ort comes rushing out of the mountains heading east, the south shore is tall cliffs while the north side is fertile flat and flood prone. A few hundred miles later, that switches as the Ort makes an arc north gently then slowly turns south as it meets the river Moxle." Marcos said tracing a hand across a shoulder then between her breasts. 

"A single 4-mile gap is where both Astrokos and Menthino have beaches facing each other. The Ort widens and slows but has vicious hidden whirlpools between them." He moved down to between her legs. 

"Since the floods come every year sweeping miles inland. Both sides are only able to build permanent fortresses on the cliffs. They have to patrol the rest, build temporary watchtowers, travel checkpoints, and set up patrol camps in the floodplain." He was half way standing over her as he dug his hands into her. His fingers flickered busily. 

"Both countries hardened their armies with small pitched battles and raids nearly all year around except if the fast moving Ort does not freeze over." He said straightening before her reaching for his pants. 

"Caris is..." Kaarthen started.

"Caris is the Huntress leader?" Marcos interrupted, latching onto the name. The information was enough of a distraction for him to forget sex for the moment. 

He bent to look her in the face.

"She fills that role, yes." Kaarthen quietly finished. Marcos could taste the lack of confidence.

"They don't seem very sisterly to you. Are you new to the group? You just delivered right?" Marcos watched her knowing this was private information despite how obvious the information was.

"Ah yes.... "The female almost looked embarrassed. Marcos knew that was a 'yes' to everything.

"Well, you must have had a son didn't you? You're the most stressed new mother I've ever seen." She dropped her head in embarrassment, knowing she was too late getting to an enclave to ensure a female had been the start of all this stress. 

Her oddly pointed ears came out through her hair again. They were long and looked almost elfish. However, they were too wide, like a half-breed Marcos supposed.

"Does Caris know of your bloodline?" Her head shoot up, her gaze hardened.

"No that's not..." Her ears moved, dropping back slowly. Elves could move their ears like that he knew, but not all still had the ability.

"I see and what are you?" Marcos asked almost sure of the answer already.

"Um Drow actually...My mother was famous to my people as a sport huntress. The priestesses were quite surprised by my appearance since I used to be darker. They were glad of the Goddess' blessing of my strong feminine form." She was almost haughty and obviously proud. Not exactly what people want in their prisoners. She didn't seem open to manipulation from being overly prideful either.

That news really was a surprise for Marcos. She was too curvy and big in the hips, thighs, shoulders, and breast for an elven relation. She was also pretty tall for a drow hybrid.

On anyone but the grey haired Amazons, the breeding would be obvious. Marcos looked at her skin it was pale enough to be translucent which was normal. There were dark patches in the fleshy areas of her body and face, under her cheekbones, and eyelids, her chest under those gigantic breasts was unaccountably dark. Her body seemed almost tanned grey in areas too, but it was light and really only apparent to the eyes if not looked at directly. If it were not for the tan, the contrasting colors would make her seem vampire like in appearance.

Her mother must have been pretty tough to pull down a single drow with the Amazon fighting style. Any drow male out and about on the surface would be an armored warrior. Despite the fact they submit to females in their culture, they do not do it easily. No doubt, this one had benefits from that coupling she was proud of.

"Did your son have that appearance as well?" She did not try to answer, just letting her stomach growl.

Marcos was intentionally filling the hours with question time, avoiding her name as he did so. Every line of questioning was to gain new information and somehow go over something already covered. 

"Something new, something old, something about you," He thought to himself.

The female was stressed, thus easier to control. The fact that her sisters obviously had a bad surprise and she could only wonder at their condition was disheartening and keeping her anxious. Marcos had also given her water knowing she needed more to be comfortable and digest food well. Despite her minds almost fatalist resigning of fate, her body was very hungry now. Since she unfortunately was allowed to sleep the whole day when he caught her. He kept her naked and therefore extremely alert to his actions. Her over-alertness was also used to stress her and burn her out.

Having her naked was a quite a thrill too. Her massive breasts seemed to always sway and jiggle, and her inverted nipples constantly dripped milk enticingly. The pillowy ass she sat on with her thick hard muscled cheeks was also held his fascinated attention. He enjoyed her fidgeting from the uncomfortable grass and his blush-inducing gaze. He had wanted her to associate the questions with sex and being naked let her feel as if he was learning more and more about her. All this talking however was taking away from his milk time that he knew she enjoyed a lot.

"Come up here."

Kaarthen blushed and rolled to her feet, but her bones crackled in protest. Her bound hands did their best to swat and massage the debris off her ass. When she got close, Marcos grabbed her quickly bringing her to a seated position level to his own. He roughly rubbed and groped her breasts and body at the same time. She stoically didn't fight which is what Marcos almost hoped for and watched to see. He was almost disappointed as he turned and sat down in his seat across from her.

"Do you know where we are?" He started, turning away from her in his seated position.

"We are hiding near the top of a hill. You are watching and waiting for the rest of the band." Kaarthen responded flatly, watching him turn back with an odd rectangular hexagon shaped curved plate with scattered green dried herbs. Marcos then reached over, fondled a breast, and started sucking a nipple out before milking it for a few squirts onto the plate. Grinning to himself and knowing she was watching, he the lifted a cooked meat stick and rolled it onto the plate, eliciting a sizzle as it cooled. An almost minty scent exploded as the herbs heated.

"Yes and since you have been so good I'll let you decide what to do with them." Marcos said, offering a first bite of the seasoned meat to her.

"What? What does that mean? Wait do not kill them...I mean...please?" Kaarthen said taken aback. She took another bite at the meat as soon as it was close enough.

"Is that all? They head for my nations lands where they will hunt the men of my army, of which I am apart. Nobody knows of the danger that only I can stop." Marcos stated self importantly, adding, "It was my job if you remember to kill or drive off this group. Letting them wreak havoc in the borderland would only work if they went to the Astrokine side." He let that thought take root and offered her more meat.

"Well...." Kaarthen started after swallowing the delicious greasy morsel, but took another bite since the meat was still offered. Marcos watched her in interest.

7************************************

His spirits soared when he saw four women crest the campsite. They didn't look like anything special. In fact, they looked just like people who just got through a good session of drama out in the wilds. 

The light was fading since the sun had set. Watching them closely, they did not search or even look for their missing member. The two with lighter hair had brought from the bottom of the hill large pieces of wood. The shorter light haired one dragged a log like an ox with a plow. The other taller one directed the two twin darker Amazons to help. She did a lot of pointing for where to dump their Oofi meat. Among the meat, were a spine, hide, and attached head of the goat with one dangling forelimb. A dark haired twin who was bumbling along in some state of shock carried it in one hand.

Marcos knew by now only to expect four young amateurs. They looked pretty beat. The one dragging the log was his only interest.

The female next to him by this time was gagged again. Marcos had excellent eyesight even at night but he did not need it. The four had started to burn larger and larger tree limbs. Now they had a sky-illuminating blaze going. 

It appeared they were real anxious or hungry. The cooking meat seemed to hypnotize them. One of them eventually found the helmet the female he caught used as a teapot. After showing the helmet to the others, a quick directed discussion started and ended when the obvious leader who Marco pegged for Caris symbolically tossed the helmet away like so much trash. It was a coldly efficient thing to do since they did not have the energy, or a clue, or even a hope of getting her back from Marcos.

He turned to his captive watching her belatedly grieve the end of her identity as a Huntress. He knew she understood for a while now he was not going to release her. Clues, hints, and outright comments had been made about the rest of their journey together. Nevertheless, it was the only life she knew. 

"It would be a pity for you to be alone." He said, "So I tell you what, since you haven't a band to join, I'll let you come with me. In capital Mavvus there are lots of things for you to do or you could stay with me and have lots of adventures." 

Marcos said all this to get it out of the way. If she could not return to the band, and she denied outright coming with him, it would leave a confusing grey area of circumstances for him to control. He intentionally wasn't touching her at the moment, all to present the illusion of the choice. 

"Could you just let us go to an enclave? I can't stay with you and my sisters perhaps do need to return."

"Well, no enclave outside Menthino would leave me alive. Besides, if you got to the capital you would have a chance of seeing your son." Marcos delivered that crushing news with a casual offhand manner. The females steel grey eyes gleamed to a mirror shine at those words she looked happy for the first time. Her maternal energies bubbled to the surface and for a moment she was brighter then the fire.

"Then the rumors are true?" Kaarthen always heard some rumor that captured Amazons were turned over to the crown of Menthino by law. For some reason her people were kept out of the slave market in this way. 

"What do the rumors say?" Marcos asked. 

"When a slave for the crown, priestesses are not able to do the rites or spells to ensure the Amazon has a female baby. Without that, the unique Amazonian traits and appearance are manifested in the child at the whim of nature. If a male is born, they are raised in the kingdom as the Palace Guard or in the army. Other rumors I heard, said that Huntresses had fought grey-eyed eight-foot tall men. They were in head to toe black steel and bronze of Menthino's heavy assault infantry platemail. The stories said they fought like monsters."

She always wondered if the Huntresses won those fights, it would be too easy to submit shamefully. Her excitement was quite plain to Marcos as he considered the information she had. He noted she didn't mention female children, where these captive Amazons were kept, or when Menthino released them.

"Menthino will have or perhaps already has your child. As I understand, the boy children are raised in Mavvus until they join with the army" Marcos already knew the outcome of the conversation now, so he decided to shake it up.

"Have you decided the fate of your sisters?" He asked, his curiosity plainly showing. 

His eyes were bothering her again, but she couldn't look at him long enough to know why. Had she ever had the terrible pleasure of meeting an immortal she would have understood. 

"They should be able to return with honor even if I don't." Kaarthen stated flatly. 

Dogma incomprehensible to men or outsiders was drilled into Huntresses' heads. It demanded that the women who took hunts to make their honor return with honor, or not at all. Since no one could be forced to prove themselves in a hunt, failure is unacceptable. The point of the hunt was show the strength of the Goddess of death's children first. Secondly, it was to return with a strong child who will protect the priestesses of the future. 

The Goddess demanded that the Amazon Huntress must be strong and not fail, or submit to those that are. A serious and ancient policy discussion that was unresolved thought that Huntresses should marry or serve those who defeat them, but few enclaves honored the radical novel idea. 

The enclaves refuse to take in a weak or shamed Huntress and raise a child that may or may not be weak. They fear that in the future, that flaw which tends to grow with time might be the weakness, or one of the weaknesses, the kills all their children. 

It was more common as most people think, many Huntresses do not return and not all of them are killed. Rarely does a group remain whole for the several hunts needed until everyone is pregnant. Few Huntresses retire, and usually quiet rumors about close encounters tell why. 

Marcus had enough experience of Amazon combat to know they didn't use most weapons in honorable combat. No Huntress was allowed to use distance weapons for fighting except bolos. Most just got in close and used a foot and a half long single edged 'blade'. No Huntress wore armor except the leather mantles, helmets, the occasional shin guard, or forearm brace. Marcos knew all of the legendary Huntresses and Warrioress used longer weapons like spears, whips, and pole arms. Unsurprisingly they lived a lot longer than average. 

The Sisterhood as everyone understood them, refused in its primacy throughout the world to adopt a soft outlook. They quickly unseated those who did turn the other cheek, or turned a blind eye as a matter of survival. 

Their attitudes were also reflected in how they treated rival organizations and institutions. They had deposed entire royal families of many city-states. They had the patience for waiting generations for a slow or weak heir in many countries. It was not power they looked for, but continuity. They were not by their nature ignorant or blind to any threat. They were as an organization diffuse and worked in small-scattered groups. They had constant threat of attack by slavers to worry about. 

Everything else in the courts throughout the land the Sisters attended was the politics of security. Ideas about feelings and politeness stopped at the word security. A true Sister understood 'Peace' only as the abstract and transient word it was.

"What decides...that?" Marcos did not like this all of a sudden. He had just watched her surface thoughts fall down a well for a moment and return going in a new direction.

"They will need men or proofs of honor. In the enclaves, Priestesses sing beautiful songs about the honor of their sister Huntresses. Without a proud return in honor, they are honor less sluts who can't prove they ran away, or submitted and spread themselves when they were unable to protect and provide for themselves." Kaarthen spat the last part.

Marcos was surprised at her words. 

Despite possessing a wealth of experience no man could claim to have, inner politics of enclaves were completely alien to him. In Menthino, a festival allowed in the enclave's temples was rare. Some stupid man always overstayed the welcome and is made to be a walking example for the rest of his life. 

Marcos himself had snuck in on occasional assignments to purity temples inside the capital, usually ending in a fight against the succubae or vampires who were corrupting it. Those types were the most common to find, since a succubus is drawn to the focal point of men's lusts. Dreams of naked women lounging, playing together, frolicking naked in the scented waters of an indoor river in a forbidden area to men, it spiked all kinds of instincts just thinking about it. Normally it is obvious when some disturbance happens. Parades and bake sales of sweet bread are held by scantily clad women wearing big smiles. Despite her fertility aspect, the Dark Mother's purity temples aren't usually confused with brothels. 

Vampires usually attack the temple priestesses then pervert the religion to drink of women's monthlies and direct people to send virgins whose blood is stronger. Marcos knew vampires were banned in the country for this and other things they did. He could only imagine what enclaves out in the wilds attract.

"They could have taken the hide of the Oofi but they would still need more." Kaarthen continued.

Marcos thought about it, but could not see how to control those four safely, and get however many trophies needed to get them back to the enclave. However, maybe he did not need to.

"Your what, 25 summers right? You said you were the oldest here, but you weren't concerned who was in the lead. Can you challenge for leadership?" Marcos knew he was getting it wrong. These Huntresses were not wolves in a pack, but a flock of birds each with its own agenda but similar needs and destination.

"Only, if Caris were shamed somehow without magic, geas, or poison." She stated between bites.

"Simple enough," Marcos replied. She looked at him questioningly but could not get an answer from those unsettling eyes. 

8************************************************

In the morning when Kaarthen awoke, her bindings were loose. Checking them, she realized they had actually been untied. She grateful stretched and rubbed her joints and limbs feeling for all the world a suddenly old achy Shield Mistress. She looked around for a shapeless black shadow but could not see the 'That Man' anywhere. 

She didn't know that after untying her and messing with the bands waterskins he had moved to the other side of the ridge to a spot of seclusion where he could watch a trap get sprung.




The Champion's Companion Ch. 04



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When the morning light hit Caris, she was the second to be awake. Kassin was at the fire pit collecting the cooked meat in a bag Ailli usually carried for the band. Tea was also boiling in the discarded helmet from earlier. Caris stretched and looked at Kassin closer, she and Ailli could get sick pretty bad if even a few bites festered. 

"Kassin make sure you and Ailli clean the bites those heathen monkeys gave." Caris called reaching for her water bag and taking a mouthful to gargle.

"Okay. I'm making medicine tea, but it tastes good with all the honey they put in it. Would you like some?" Kassin said.

"No, the cold water helps me wake up. Later though I'll make sweetened barley tea." She replied.

Caris took a larger drink of water to wake her up and realized it was fuller than she remembered and tasted like shit. She got up, walked over to the fire pit, and grabbed a convenient rib. Caris drank and ate thinking today would be an easy rest day if they didn't eat too much. 

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Vellina was horny and could not figure out why. She had refilled everyone's water for the day at the bottom to the hill. After returning, she had intended to repair her bow but couldn't take her eyes off Kassin and Ailli's bold Sapphic display. Vellina regularly listened to them at night for her own pleasure. Ailli usually was to shy for this in daytime. The couple was now going with no problems. Kassin was kneeling over Ailli kissing and fingering her while, Ailli pulled on Kassin's long nipples under her mantle.

The Sisterhood wouldn't ban Sapphic play but they defined it as exactly that: play, not serious, and not love. It was a policy predicated on the very simple idea that it is not 'necessary' pleasure. Though it may not be as pleasurable, copulation was necessary. Since the Dark Mothers own magic made women feel the death of their children unborn. Sapphic play was certainly not serious life and death. If copulation were rejected as some shortsighted Sisters wanted, or somehow forgotten, neglected, and their numbers dwindled low enough, the Sisterhood could be challenged. That possibility was enough ensure nothing got in the way. 

Many esteemed Sisters took lovers. Oddly, they were usually the Huntresses who were self-appointed to breed. Nevertheless, almost all senior Sisters of significance had given birth numerous times.

Vellina was startled from watching the two by Caris, who made her demands for attention the usual way, ramming her pussy into Vellina's face. 

"Lick it" Caris demanded. She pulled her skirt up and toyed with her sensitive nipples, her eyes were hooded, misty, and bloodshot. She drooled slightly Vellina saw.

"Caris have you drank some potion you delicious silly? Do you have some for me?" Vellina asked not knowing her eyes were just as red, or that she'd been drooling as she watched the lovers. Caris dropped her skirt and pulled her face in, ignoring the question.

Caris had never been so hot, her pussy was already cooking, and her nipples were standing tall. Her moisture was able to easily flow out with a brush of Vellina's nose. Using her head to push up Caris's skirt Vellina quickly got in to the heart of things. Licking from this position when Caris was already halfway gone was just too good. 

Soon both of Vellina's hands were gripping Caris under her butt, pulling her pussy in. It seemed to Vellina, she had never enjoyed licking so much as this, despite being roped into it nearly all her life. Caris was certainly surprised, she had used Vellina or others, but she only did it for the pressures that seeked out that touch. She really needed to get off right now and did not care why. 

Kassin and Ailli were quite comfortable together. They had always used each other since watching priestesses who thought themselves unobserved. The tea had really relaxed Ailli. She had become hot, as Kassin had massaged her skin with ointment. Spreading it in she had given Ailli a gentle climax that was a surprise for both. 

She asked for more tea, her mouth was suddenly dry. Kassin handed her a cup then started sucking her nipples. 

Kassin was spreading ointment into her pussy with her long strong calloused fingers. They did not bother Ailli as they usually did. Her body was much wetter than usual, and now needed that friction. She pulled Kassin's head up for a kiss. Her mouth was immediately searched for remaining sweetness by Kassin's tongue. She moaned into Kassin's mouth and pulling her over herself and wrapped an arm around her back while sucking on Kassin's large nipples. Despite having small breasts, Kassin's nipples were the long, extremely sensitive, and perpetually hard. Kassin felt Ailli discover her knee and felt her lover grind her wet pussy hard continuously against it until the inevitable occurred and she climaxed again. Kassin was not that far off and had her own climax from her nipples being sucked. She vaguely thought how rare that was. She didn't think it happened before.

By now, Vellina was on her back, and legs spread while Caris straddled her face rocking her sopping orgasmic pussy into Vellina's nose, lips, teeth, and tongue. The experience was mind blowing for both. Vellina's tongue and her own fingers buried in her pussy could barely keep up. 

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Kaarthen, sitting in the spot 'That Man' used to sit in, got quite an eyeful. The distance was deceptive to the eyes, but she was less then a thousand feet from four horny women. They were playing without a care in the world. She knew this was his doing and knew it had something to do with the potion the Huntresses used to harvest men's seed. She didn't understand what if anything she was supposed to do. Therefore, she stayed still so she could watch for anything.

By little past noon, more then four hours later, the effect of potion in the water finally wore off. The water had helped extend the effects since their bodies would have dried up much earlier. Since they were women, they kept at it until the potion passed through their system instead of going limp. 

Vellina, Kassin, and Allie weren't too worried, just exhausted, and sleepy. They figured somebody just made a joke. Caris, who until now never did sexual favors without a worthwhile payback was furious. Vellina had always asked for a little return, but she was usually ignored. Caris strongly suspected her of exploiting her body cruelly with this horrible trick. Nobody realized that they were already under attack.

Caris didn't get to finish her tirade and accusations of sexual assault. A man in black stood some forty paces away with his nose and mouth covered. The only men actively searching for Amazons are slavers. She jumped to her feet and yelled an alarm. 

The man didn't move allowing the women to quickly arm themselves. Caris and Kassin took lead, Ailli who was weaker stood behind, and Vellina strung her bow and notched an arrow from a few paces back. 

He noted the plain small unit strategy. Marcus saw how the archer wasn't even moving to get a clear shot. 

"Who are you?" Caris challenged belligerently.

"I'm on my way north. I found a girl a day ago who said she came from here. She looked worn out and I thought I would help since it can be dangerous here. But I see now you're all quite healthy." Marcus looked at them, the two dark haired girls were bottomless but only one seemed aware. The short hairy one with huge tits and a giant ass was naked, and the one talking, 'Caris' was fully clothed. 

"He's from Menthino, but he's lying about helping us." Kassin said quietly. Caris pondered her words watching him. She got a weird feeling with this guy.

"You can keep the girl. We don't want her if she can't pull her own ass. I think you should leave too. You know who we are right?" Caris sneered. 

"Of course girl. But, since I'm headed for the corridor, let's travel together we could help each other out along the way." Marcos was surprised by the cautious actions taken by this girl. Most Huntresses challenged and, or just attacked anything with a cock. 

"Leave us alone we don't want company!" Caris shouted, something told her not to attack. Kassin was the one who eventually broke the stalemate.

"We should just go and forget about him." She cautioned. She knew some thing was really really not right about this guy. She saw he had almost no aura, which wasn't true at all. Unconsciously she was extremely aware of it. It was the secondary reason they felt suffocated and heavy. His aura was simply bigger then she could comprehend or consciously believe, like an ant given measurements to a mountain. Standing this close they felt both drawn in and instinctively repulsed. 

Caris was forced to think. 'If this one man was too creepy, and too much, then what could they take?' 

The four had almost been monkey meat yesterday. The emotional swell of victoriously killing the Oofi lizard that had attacked flooded her mind's eye. 

Kassin and Marcus were both able to read the emotions flicking across Caris' face. The response then, was the only one the arrogant young woman of twenty summers could think to say when she had an unknown man to the front and three companions at her back.

"Fuck that! You die!" She snarled, dashing forth.

Marcus ducked back to get distance. He brought out in his right hand a sling he ironically made out of the Amazon woman's chest wrap. 

Two quick snaps of the wrist sent a rock a little bigger then a pebble at the archer just as she hastily got her shot off. The rock nearly missed the wide-eyed girl but caught a glancing blow above her right ear bringing her to her hands and knees.

Marco leaned to the side watching the arrow pass. The three sword swingers came in immediately after.

Caris swung across for his extended right arm. Marcus stepped forward to his left and leapt forward with lightning speed. Kassin dodged right, unable to bring her sword up fast enough. She watched as he bowled through Ailli shoulder first like she wasn't even there, knocking her through the air three paces and sprawling her out spread eagle. 

Marcos spun and caught Kassin's side arm slash by her hand, crushing it in an unyielding iron grip, and twisting her arm to the outside until she was off balance. In an unfamiliar panic Kassin frantically started scratching his hand, kicking him, and pleading for her release. 

Caris tried circling but he kept dancing Kassin into her way. When she stopped to think, he started kicking rocks at her forcing her to hide behind Kassin. With quick strike to Kassin's temple and a forceful kick to Kassin's limp body, Caris tumbled to the ground. Before she even landed, he was atop her with her own blade pointed to her throat, and a knee pressed against her crotch. He could see she was at least semi-conscious. 

"Submit Huntress, you don't have to die today" Marcos growled. In spite of himself, he grinned looking down over her.

Kneeling over the young woman with her skirt around her waist and was already starting to excite him. 

"Submit!" He repeated, shaking her

"Kill me." She said weakly.

Marco snickered, pulled the blade from her hand, and tossed it before she did it herself.

"No, not unless I have to," he said rising to his feet. "Come on, we're going to Astrokos." He said offering a hand.

"NNNO!" she shouted sitting up to spit at him.

"Well fine, your not going to like it this way though," and quicker then she could think to say sorry Marcos dropped and hooked her in the jaw. 

He walked over to the archer who was still on her hands and knees. Her body looked great in that position.

"Am I going to have any trouble with you?" He asked. Standing before her, he considered taking off the robe and fucking her. She stayed still as he walked around her. She was looking at the ground and felt dizzy and nauseous. 

Marcos settled next to her and dropped a knee. Her hairy ness wasn't completely offensive. It was a body covering soft white hair and didn't seem like any creature he'd ever seen. It was more of a curious oddity then dirty barbarity. He wondered what her mother fucked to create this.

He watched her try to get up. She was sluggish and obviously off balance. He pushed her head down once her hands and knees lifted off the ground. He leaned on her to keep her face on the ground.

"Am I going to have trouble with you?" He repeated louder. He stroked her body with his left hand. 

Kaarthen made her way down to the campsite after the fight. When she got close, she found Vellina with her face in the ground wriggling as the man held her head down and fingered her pussy. He had his glove in his mouth, and he would spank her with his bare palm if she bucked. He growled insults at her, and told her to get wet for him through his clenched teeth. 

He stopped when she got close and stood. He picked up Vellina by her neck like a child, and shoved her away to get dressed. He watched as the Kassin and Ailli got up and told them to prepare to move. He walked over to Caris who was still asleep and paused thoughtfully.

9*****************************************************

When Caris woke up again everything was in motion. She was surprised to see that Kaarthen was helping Ailli and Vellina pack and tie up extra gear. Kassin was loaded with her gear already. They were nearly ready to move. Caris realized as she tried to ask what people were thinking that she was gagged and bound with cloth of some kind. She rolled and tried to stand but found she was collared. In a panic, she rolled and wiggled. 

The man in black was sitting on her pack a half pace behind her. He was looking at the activities as if he paid to watch. He looked down at her with laughter in his eyes. 

Caris could only think of things that would leave someone maimed for the rest of their life in a rising haze of red. A harsh tug on her collar snapped her out of it.

"Calm down little one" He said quietly. Caris responded with indignant squeals and again tried to stand. A one sided game of tug of war started and Caris ended up on her knees before him with his knee digging into her throat choking the resistance out of her. She could only look at him with watery bugged eyes. 

"Girl will be quiet and obey." He says only slightly louder but infinitely harsher. Caris is kept choking in that humiliating position until her nose started running and dark spots swarmed her vision. Just as quickly, she was released, and left coughing for air. He only gave her enough slack to back herself off. She didn't think it was enough for a comfortable distance and jerked her head back. 

Prompted, he jerked her in again. He dropped the subtle tactics, and used the leash to pull her face first into his knee. 

She looked like a wave crashing into a stout sea wall. Caris slipped out of consciousness with a surprised squeal, like a dog with its tail stepped on. She was barely listened to his next words repeated cryptically.

"Girl will be quiet and obey."

The byplay of the two was closely watched as the others worked. The situation almost went how every Huntress predicted. 

Kassin was surprised by how little the man moved, it seemed one hand was all that it took. 

Vellina felt that her time of submission would likely be soon. 

Ailli was deeply concerned for the band's short and long-term prospects of freedom and survivability. 

Kaarthen was happy she hadn't been collared, and wasn't intending to ever get close enough to him to be, ever again. 

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When Caris woke up again everything was in motion. The sun was going to set soon. She was surprised to see the man was carrying her across her shoulders. Her hands were tied to the front now and were binded twice once above the elbow and again at her wrists. She took time to study the knots. Marcos could feel her moving imperceptibly. He was barely detecting a change in his center of balance.

Marcos stopped and set her down. He had chosen a position in the rear, and told them not to stop until it was too dark to see. Caris was still on a short leash and he looked her over quickly to see how awake she was.

"Girl will be quiet and obey" He said using a clear voice. He moved his hand to make sure she was looking at him even though he knew listening.

He started back along at a quick pace shepherding the band along.

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Caris slept like a log, in three days he had not left her alone. Caris was scared. Every night, after he stopped the band, he would pull her along for a few hours then tie her up before returning hours later. The first time it happened, she had cried as silently as possible and was as scared as she'd ever been. She had nearly pissed herself when he returned with shame and gratitude. They usually returned to camp just before sunrise and he would use her as a pillow until midday when they would be off again. By this pace, they would be out of the mountains in only a four or five more days.

The other women were having a much better time of things. Kaarthen was free and hunted in the mornings with Kassin just because she could. She got the attention she wanted from the man, absolutely zero. Vellina was always underfoot bringing food when they were awake or offering to fill his water. Kassin watched him from a far, on the trail she would always turn back to see what he was up to, and watched his every move when he was close. Ailli tripped over herself to avoid him. 

One day, he was awake and waiting when they all woke up early in the morning. They were camped under a narrow overhang on the other side of a rise from the trail they were taking. The site over looked a hidden valley that had surprised them in the morning with its beauty. It was full of knee-high wild flowers.

"Today we don't need to travel," He said looking at each of them in turn. He had uncovered his face signaling the start of a conversation.

Caris was asleep behind him and next to her was something none had seen him have before. A long bundle with black sticks popping out one side. If it weren't for the weird package, they would have thought he wanted to enjoy the beauty too. 

"Have any of you fought with a weapon other than the blades you carry?"

They looked at each other.

"Well, that is actually a problem. Getting in close as that knife forces you to do, makes every fight significantly more dangerous to yourselves than it needs to be. I understand you are fighting for honor and the risk is an important part of that. Nevertheless, why get in your targets range just to make your strike? I happened across some weapons last night. They are what are left after a sad thing happened to a group of men." 

He pulled the bundle and rolled it open before himself. Inside were three long cavalry spears with thick black ten-foot long shafts capped with a foot and a half long point of hardened steel. Behind the points were four curved claws that were bladed for a slash effect. A forth spear in the pile was broken and had a shaft six feet long. There were also two pole arms of a design they hadn't seen before. 

Their blades measured a hands width and a finger thick. It was two and a half foot long with an S-shaped blade on one side and a straight six-inch on the other. There was no hilt and three feet after the blade was a continuous metal handle that sheathed the shaft. Two feet of exposed worked wood with engravings in elven and human stuck out the bottom. Taken overall, the pole arms screamed magic and death. 

"Now, please understand that as cavalry spears they lack a hardened butt spike, so what we can do is shorten them. I need you all to practice with them and remember what you were trained."

They looked from him to the spears and back. Obvious expressions of incredulity swept the faces of the four.

"Why" Kassin asked simply.

"Because you're all quite helpless. You could and should be better. It is allowed to use these weapons. I think you need the help." Marcos said with biting arrogance.




The Champion's Companion Ch. 04



"You're not worried we'll kill you?" Kassin continued.

"You can't in this lifetime. You don't even have a chance. These spears are the best you could do, and you're welcome to try." Marcos replied. He smirked at them and gazed at each in turn.

"What about those two?" Vellina finally asked quizzically, indicating the pole arms. 

"They use a different style. Considering they're obviously unique, I would like to concentrate on simple common weapons likely to be found or easily made." Marcos replied. He was happy the submissive one had led them all down his path.

Kassin and Kaarthen thought looking at the heavy pole arms, "With this I could have a chance." 

The man's expression was open. "Perhaps I could give a demonstration? I'm sure you all understand the mental advantages of having distance over your target. Maybe I should demonstrate what I would like to contribute to your learning so we'll have more confidence in each other." 

He picked up the shortened spear. "Would anyone be my sparring partner?" Marcos asked with practiced vulnerability and innocence.

Kassin moved forward as though drawn.

Marcos cleared his throat to stop her.

"First let's see how you do with your blade"

"Let's skip that. I think we know what'll happen." She said edging closer.

"Fine then, both of you." He responded stonily, indicating Kaarthen. 

Several heartbeats later found Caris roused, and the whole group outside in the sun. Vellina sat among the flowers and she cooed over the beauty. Ailli and Caris stood watching with trepidation, a chance at freedom was close.

Kaarthen told Kassin to follow her lead since she didn't fight in groups. Both let their breathing slow and concentrated on the kill. Across from the two Marcos was poised gripping the spear in a double overhand, with his backhand near the butt. The point was raised to the level of the average mans throat. His knees were bent almost to where he would be sitting and his feet were slightly more then shoulder width.

The two made their dash with Kaarthen leading. She tried circling around but he always wheeled away keeping one or the other blocked. In frustration, Kassin blocked his blade only to be disarmed by a jerk and twist of its claws. Kaarthen took the opening but he sidestepped to the inside of her thrust placing her body between him and her spear. He struck with his spear butt at the top of the moving knee as it was coming forward, the bottom of the forward wrist, and then swung down into the gut. Kaarthen dropped, with the wind knocked out of her. Her spear continued the thrust flying harmlessly past him. 

And so, Marcos finished in the same position he started only with the spear reversed.

"This is silly," Kassin said, already on her way to grab a heavy pole arm. It was rare for her to be beaten, she knew she was not the best but it still spiked her anger. 

Marcos followed knowing what she would take. He dropped the shortened spear in the pile and grabbed a full-length spear. Kaarthen grabbed the remaining pole arm feeling oddly comfortable and familiar. Both Amazons noticed how when moving the weapon's magic maintained the balance so the weight couldn't be felt. 

Kassin could feel the weapon talking to her, repeatedly asking, "Who are you?" It wasn't completely unsettling, the magical weapon must have been ancient. It was just sad the weapon wasn't made for her.

The next demonstration was equally short, and as one sided as the first. Both girls Marcos noted held the weapon over and underhanded with the backhand forward of the hips gripping the wood. They also bent their knees, but the back leg was straighter making them bend forward. 

Marcos noted the obvious offensive posture as identical between them. 

When they dashed, Marcos, who killed powerful creatures from giants, ogres, vampires, dragons, to elementals was put on a true defensive by these mortals. Both stopped just before he could strike and vaulted their backhands forward leaning in with everything but coming up short. On either side, the blades came past his forward hand pointing at his head. They both moved the same and were again disturbingly identical. 

Marcos was only saved by the length of the ridiculously long spear and knew it. He didn't try an amateur counter. Both appeared open, but that was only if he had speed over them. Marcos knew it would be a wasted motion and would leave him open to one or both, so he simply jumped straight back several paces. 

The next attack the two pulled off was near blinding speed for the spectators. Marcos pointed the spear towards Kassin and started to wheel left in reverse away from Kaarthen. Kassin's blade came up and chopped off the spear point just behind the claws. Kaarthen to his right had come around already and was inside his defense. Her blade cut the shaft in half as he tried to block backing away. Kassin meanwhile, spun caught the tumbling spear point behind her and popped it up over her head. Her hands switched position and her toes planted in the ground as she reversed grip overhead and from eight feet back she brought the blade vertically down caught the butt of the spear point and sent it like a javelin at Marcos' head. 

He ducked his head forward but the claws caught the leather of his neck and shoulder as the projectile ripped past. With his head down and balance ruined, he watched as Kaarthen shifted her feet and Kassin closed in.

He was forced to drop both halves of the traitorous spear as both Amazons lunged to thrust with hate in their black little hearts, and naked blood lust in their eyes. 

"Fucking Amazons." Marcos muttered.

Marcos lunged forward using the heels of his palms to stop both points in a feat only an immortal would attempt.

**STOP**

A voice people are only supposed to hear in death spoke to them. It was both a deafening whisper and the abyss made sound. 

Ten paces to Marcos' right stood a unique Amazon Huntress. She was almost six and a half feet tall, her arms and legs were hard rippling muscle. Her hair was shifting from stunning white silver to black with the light. It was pulled back in a severe topknot braid with no loose ends. Elfish ears poked out to the sides. Her midriff was bare and was soft and appealingly smooth. Her abs were vague and that only drew more attention to her belly button and flared hips. She wore no loincloth instead a chain swung barely above her modesty and rounded her hips dangled trinkets and small skulls. On both ankles were matching circular designed ankle bracelets. Covering her nose and mouth was finely woven mithril chain mail that pool down her front and back covering her huge soft breasts, and leaving her arms and massive shoulders bare. Mithril anywhere, always shines with the collected light around it. Its shine was near blinding in the pre afternoon light. 

Only Marcos could speak. The others had too many unresolved mental hang-ups to do more then stare.

"Greetings Mother, I hope you are pleased." It was a standard greeting for the Dark Mother, and this was her Death aspect.

**WE ARE IN ALL WAYS PLEASED CHAMPION YOU ARE MY WILL, LOWER MY WEAPONS MY DAUGHTERS**

Kassin and Kaarthen dropped their arms stupefied. The Being walked forward, its movements were smooth and every step left withered and blackened flowers.

**HEAR ME DAUGHTERS**

"We hear only you mother." Was the response from all, including the gagged Caris. 

It turned to the Kaarthen then the others in turn.

**KAARTHEN YOU WILL ACCOMPANY MY CHAMPION, FEAR NOTHING AS HIS COMPANION.**

That news shocked everyone, even Marcos. He would never admit it but he was jaded, and thought he understood the needs of his Host enough to never really be shocked. 

**YOU FOUR HAVE DONE WELL FOR YOUR SELVES DESPITE LACK OF ABILITY, LEADERSHIP, TRAINING, AND LUCK. YOUR HUNT IS OVER. DO NOT SEEK AN ENCLAVE ONE SHALL BE MADE OF YOUR BLOOD HERE AND NOW. YOURS WILL BE A HARDER LIFE HERE AND ALL THE SISTER MUST BE ONE IN THIS WILDERNESS. TRAIN YOUR HUNTRESSES AS PRIESTESSES AND PRIESTESSES AS HUNTRESSES. THE SISTERS OF THIS PLACE MUST BE ABLE TO DO ALL THINGS. THEY WILL BE NEITHER HUNTRESS NOR PREISTESS. THIS WILL BE THE ENCLAVE OF THE DIVINE SPEAR MISTRESS, KNOW THIS TRUTH AND I WILL ALWAYS LISTEN. **

"Yes Mother," No one so much as blinked, starting an enclave was not to be taken lightly.

Marcos remembered a country that had 'spear mistresses' they were really armored female paladins who used halberd and spears. They were quite good and used varieties of magic as boosts and weapons, but their order simply vanished. If they were still around in these times, they could go toe to toe with the heavy infantry or perhaps the heavy assault. 

**THE ELVES OF THESE MOUNTAINS HAVE FORSAKEN ME. YOUR SISTERS AND DAUGHTERS WILL HARVEST THEM AND SPREAD THE GOSPEL OF DEATH TO THOSE WHO THINK THEMSELVES IMMORTAL. RID THE MOUNTAINS OF THEM FROM HERE TO THE NORTHERN SEA **

"Yes Mother," was again the reply. 

**ONE SISTER MUST TRAVEL TO MAVVUS AND HAVE THE NAME OF THE ENCLAVE WRITTEN IN THE BOOK UNDER MY STATUE IN THE RED TEMPLE. DECIDE AMONG YOUR SELVES WHO IT WILL BE**

Vellina noticeably perked. 

The Being walked over to Kaarthen. Side by side, the similarities were too much for coincidence. In the light, the skin and even the hair matched in color, just not style. The identical impossible curves of their forms were also obvious despite the difference in the divine and mundane clothing. 

The Being dipped and raised the weapon she held. The metal visibly darkened until it was black as iron as the point where the Being touched it glowed black and deep purple. Designs that were the language of gods appeared along the blade and shaft in blood red writing. 

Kaarthen foolishly looked up at the Being that was so close. What she saw in the Beings eyes she would never forget. If Kaarthen could have moved willingly, she would have fainted or voided her bowels. Its pupils were metallic liquid like mercury and silver swimming together, its irises were split like a vicious predator. Its eye had no whites just black, an abyss with all the abominations, and swirling shapeless things that lived in it. The Being's pupils were just floating on top like an afterthought for appearances. If she had heard that to look into those eyes was to break ones mind as it had countless others, she would have believed it. The things in those eyes ripped, knocked down walls, and open doors in her mind. She wished she could scream or close her eyes or just move. Those eyes pulled her into staring deep, she felt like some thing was swapped between the two in the chaos she felt, and for a second she saw her own ghastly haunted expression from its eyes.

**THOSE BLADES HAVE KNOWN MANY GREAT HUNTRESSES BUT ALWAYS THE SAME BLOODLINE. THEY HAVE TOGETHER KILLED AS MANY AS MY CHAMPION**

Breaking the spell, it then turned to Kassin. It bent slightly to touch the blade and a green and gold glow appeared as the weapon tinted an elaborate golden bronze with bright green oxidation written along the shaft and blade.

**BE SURE THE HEAD SISTER OF THIS ENCLAVE KNOWS TO HOLD THIS. IT WILL HELP THEM TO KNOW AND REMEMBER ALL FIGHT OR ALL DIE**

It then walked to the three women.

**I WILL CARVE THE ENCLAVE FOR YOU. WHILE YOU MAY NOT ALL HARVEST, ALL MUST FIGHT. KNOW THAT WE AWAIT YOU IN THE HEREAFTER**

A stiff wind blew and the Being was instantly gone like so much dust. Behind them and all around more powder blew away from the rocks surrounding them. Boulders turned to statues of the Being they saw, others more traditional images of the Dark Mother and legendary sisters who came before. Rocks tumbled from the etched valley walls dissolving in the air releasing waterfalls, others landed and became outbuildings. Water wandered through the temple and around buildings cutting several bridges before spreading to a few inches deep over flat rocks as wide as houses. It uncovered crystallized pillars of rock salt before straightening. The whimsical flow then made a beautiful stepped waterfall that made a pool before running out a cracked boulder.

To Marcos' practiced eye, there were enough wards and seals that nothing would get in even other gods couldn't break in or even see in here. He wondered cheekily if the rain would be stopped too. He would have to discuss his Hosts reasons for that later. He looked at the female 'Kaarthen' again. The Goddess obviously has had a guiding hand as of late.



The Champion's Companion Ch. 05



Vellina was surprised at the turn of events. Watching 'the Champion' leave she got up to follow. She paused to grab Caris' loose leash and tugged her along to where she saw him last. 

Marcos was at the edge of the water where a flat wide rock a few inches underwater jutted out creating a pool. He wanted to be out of the way while everyone chattered in excitement. He pulled and tugged his leathers off himself and laid them out on flat rocks underwater to soak out the dirt. 

The Safi is a mix between a stingray and a catfish that is common in the ocean, where they stay in deep waters. Their skin is so tough you have to kill them by stabbing the heart from the inside. Their leather is common and is used in place of chain or ring mail. 

Assassins, hunters and large portions of various armies use it but it has various hang ups. While chain mail is difficult and expensive to make and can be noisy or uncomfortably heavy it is easier to maintain in an urban setting. 

Safi leather is cheaper but has to be treated to stay moisturized with balms, and animal fat, and hot oils. Once dry the skins get hard and are useless. People have to clean out the oils, dirt, and skin salts occasionally but mostly it just takes a soak for expensive high quality leather. Outdoor people use it because if you are lucky enough to catch some rain you will be good for weeks.

He stepped deeper into the water proud to be the first in a long line of people to cleanse themselves here in the enclave. 

Vellina and a gagged Caris watched from a corner of what seemed to be a storehouse. Both girls were familiar with the male form. In the enclaves, the men were all blind and chained to platforms, usually drugged and gagged with rings. To see one move so naturally excited her ever since the first day. Now, seeing him naked was a treat, but she was too scared to go further. Caris pushed her out of the way, she intended to offer to wash him. If the Goddess allowed it, she would drown him. However, Vellina caught her from behind and hugged her close, her hot nipples pressed into Caris' back and arms. She undulated against Caris glad to be able to get some friction. 

Caris had no control and couldn't protect her self from Vellina who by now was using her bound hands on her pussy. The shorter girl almost jumped on her back to get herself what she craved. Vellina started pushing Caris forward and leaned over her broad back humping her leg like a bitch in heat. Vellina wasn't being selfish however and got her hands on Caris' gorgeous breasts rubbing them in circles the way she liked. She was watching the 'champion' walk away into the water, and in her excitement, she bit Caris to stifle her climax. 

Marcos wasn't aware of everything going on but as he got himself comfortable to soak and relax in the shallow water that was flowing over the rock he figured somebody was watching him. He wasn't surprised when Vellina came. However, when Caris who was still bound and gagged with her unattended leash followed behind her blushing, his interest was raised. 

Vellina it seemed didn't know what to do. She knew to strip, and she helped strip Caris. She looked for a nod from him before untying her arms too. While Caris rubbed the circulation back in her arms and shoulders, Vellina walked into the water and kneeled next to Marcos with her knees touching him. She 'bathed', but did little more then splash water on herself. She finished and looked over her shoulder at him expectantly, perhaps hoping to have done the 'come fuck me' ritual correctly. 

Marcos gave her a lazy smile and reached over stoked her ass and rubbed up her broad back she leaned forward with her hands on her knees, eyes closed, as he rubbed her back down. She relaxed and was leaning forward enough for her winking pussy to come out of the water so Marcos rubbed that down too. Her pussy was just two tight outer lips in a long line and her tight asshole was puckered tight. Marcos rubbed what she was offering and focused two fingers on her clit. The sensation made her moan in appreciation and open her legs a bit. 

She was easy to please and very horny already from playing with Caris. She started enthusiastically bucking her hips and his two fingers slipped in her pussy. She happily squealed and slammed down on them. He twisted his fingers over and rubbed the spongy inside of her pussy. The sensation froze her bucking. He reached over and pulled her to his cock that was stiff and ready. Of course, she just stared at it, so he pulled his fingers out of her, which elicited a sad moan and put one hand on her back and the other pointed his cock at her mouth. She rubbed her face over it a few times, and then opened her mouth for his cock. 

She hesitantly licked, kissed and sucked his cock into her mouth with building enthusiasm. Her hand replaced his and after a few pushes on her back she started bobbing. His fingers went back to work for her and another quick touch got her hand moving too. They were getting along marvelously when suddenly she sat back on his fingers and screamed a highly technical exalting prayer of orgasmic good all over his cock. 

She layback slowly allowing Marcos to pull out his fingers and laid back opening herself to him. Marcos quickly rolled and knelt over her. The vision of her made him pause. Her hair was flowing with the river around and over her shoulders. The sunlight sparkled off her wet skin and the ripples on the clear waters surface. Her large breasts towered out of the water the four upper abdominals were apparent on her tanned belly and water flowed in between her legs and over her pussy in a gorgeous mini waterfall. 

She pulled him in closer and he guided his cock through the cool water and into her. His first thrust found her very hot, but so tight only three inches went in to her. Dropping his head and suckling her nipple he pushed in five more times and was in all the way. The contrast of the flow of water to his balls and her squeezing pussy was eroding his control. Her arm wrapped around him so her nipples pressed to his chest was also mind blowing. Marcos couldn't say if he ever had it so good. It all combined very well as they started to fuck with more in mind then just getting off. Vellina wanted to kiss him when she wasn't coming and her kissing took his mind off her magic pussy and kept his cock hard. 

Twice he came making her come if she wasn't already. His balls emptied in long spurts that rattled his eyes around in his head. He kept fucking taking long kisses from her that made him rock hard. After the second climax that he put in her body, she relaxed. Her hips moved with him, and her arms held him, but she was quite done. 

Caris stepped in then. In her haze, she felt her hands all over his back. She felt him sit back reach around and pull her head down for a kiss. She was shocked, she had wanted to strangle him during his rut but the magic caught her too. He eased back and his rock hard cock thumped up against his stomach. Her hand snaked around it jerking him gently. 

She then straddled him lowering her opening onto him. The pain of its stretching told her that her body was sealed for his seed offering. The deep sensation that nudged her was not enough. She rode him harder and harder to make it right even through stronger and stronger climaxes. She pushed herself, and finally in the middle of the fifth or sixth, just as she was losing her mind to the pleasure, his cock struck her deep with a pinch. Her arms, one over his shoulder the other under, joined. Her knees came up so she was impaled fully and a voice not her own pleaded in his ear for the release of his seed. 

"...So her daughters can lead their sisters" 

With an explosion, her man lifted up, grabbed her hips, jammed her down, and shot himself into her. His pulses stayed strong and thick flowing into her and staying in until she was bloated with warmth.

Standing, she turned around and dropped to her hands and knees over Vellina who looked like a sleeping water nymph. Caris kissed her as if to say she loved her and her daughters yet unborn very deeply. Marcos watched as Caris hitched one leg over Vellina's. Their pussies against each other were looking delicious. Vellina's was chubby with its tightly pursed lips and bud that stuck out, and Caris' who's freshly fucked pussy lips were puffy and open. Her clit was visible and hanging out with two tiny flaps in either side denoting her vagina that was swollen shut. 

"Hurry," Caris called.

Marco put his cock between the two women feeling the buds rub up and down his cock. Caris was driving his cock with her pelvic bone as water rushed over his helmet and the two bellies came together around his cock. He felt like he was fucking the whole stream and everything in it. He felt small and big, he recognized the feelings that were building from long time ago. Back then his body was dying, now he happily welcomed the feeling back. Caris and Vellina were chanting words to something. Marcos could feel the final dying breath of every creature, the moments of birth, and conception, mothers nursing their children. It was beautiful and too much. He couldn't hold it, and so he shot it all out, with his feelings too.

In the thousands of years Marcos lived, he never saw anything cum so much that a quick flowing stream turned white. Let alone backed up said stream all the way to the source. But Marcos saw it. Safely out of his body, he could see it all and he thanked the Goddess he didn't have to participate too directly. It might have felt phenomenal but expression on his face was enough for him to know watching was just fine.

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When Marcos disappeared, Kaarthen, Kassin and Ailli checked out the buildings and found granaries, dorms, libraries, storerooms, armories, forges, and a temple. All told, the place could hold about a thousand sisters in all. They found there were two entrances both easily defended and observed. The field of flowers was walked and figured to be a crescent shaped half mile by five. One part stopped at cliff so high they could see clouds and birds as little specs in formation below them. The entrance facing the corridor had gifts for them they found.

The gifts were five short ugly mountain elves on their knees binded with a wrist thick chain.

"Welcome to the enclave, You all are doing a great thing in being here today." Kaarthen said in a light voice. She smiled at them knowing their purpose.

"Where are we." The second on the left said. He was wider and perhaps older. None of the elves looked convinced sitting among armed Huntresses while in chains was good.

"Please come this way. The Dar Mother brought you her for our first ritual." Kassin said ignoring the question.

Kaarthen led them to the temple with a few prods.

"Perhaps tall warrior we could praise the Dark Mother without these heavy shackles." The leader said as they neared the temple.

"She needs us to harvest from you." Kaarthen said lightly.

Inside the temple was furnished with more statues and an altar. In all enclaves but in few temples, there is a long cylindrical column, four feet around sitting lengthwise in the river. Sometimes, it is camouflaged as a log as the very first ones were. Most women in temples think it's a bench, and they don't understand the yelling when a priestess is nearby. If anyone saw them used properly, they would know bad things were happening. 

The nervous elves were led to the edge of the water and stripped, the Huntresses got naked also. They were led into the water their bodies were cleansed thoroughly. The whole time Kaarthen was reciting prayers she thought she didn't know or barely knew. The wondering elves were thinking by now that the Dark Mother was using her aspect of the goddess of fertility and trying to convert them. They were half-hard, and happy, but confused about the chain. Kaarthen stood before them, their eyes hungrily locked on her swaying breasts weeping milk as the two virgins stroked them hard.

"Please now, come into the water it was cleansed for you." Kaarthen said opening her eyes. She smiled at them in a way they remembered as maternal.

They were laid on their stomachs over the altar. Only one tried to protest since they didn't know better. Kassin and Ailli then came in front of them with Kaarthen standing slightly behind. The men were all smiles when the women placed their hands on their head and chanted together. The chanting took a few minutes and they lowered their heads waiting. Kaarthen spun as she continued chanting and held two ornate sacrificial daggers with long sixteen-inch handles and five-inch triangular blades as they chanted. She presented each to Ailli and Kassin in turn. 

"With separation of five and the unsealing of two, we shall create five anew. The waters are clear for your will and we are all connected by it. Please Dark Mother, move us they way you have shown and we will be the mothers, women, and warriors of your will." Kaarthen said loudly with her hands raised.

The last prayer chant was one of invocation. It activated the spells to release immortality, transference of mortality, blood oaths, purification, anointing the water for holy acts, and covenants of loyalty. 

After all that, the last part was the act. The water turned white with the energetic sperm used as a medium to guide the five transfers, signaling it was time. 

Five quick slices and the elves were bled. The first drop of blood from each elf was pure gold that diluted immediately in the water. The daggers were returned to Kaarthen. With no preamble, she deflowered the two on the handles. Immediately they had orgasms as she twisted to release the blood of innocence mixed with their essence of arousal. 

Hundreds of miles away, bells rang in temples throughout cities and enclaves signifying the birth of a new enclave. 

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Kaarthen was the first to wake. She felt stronger as she knew she should. She stepped past the two others who were still twitching through their ascension. She dressed noticing her clothes didn't feel right and were unfamiliar. She pulled the bodies from the altar by the chain and dragged them to the cliff. She flicked the chain like a whip and the five were released flying along to where the rest of their kind would get the message.

She snapped her chain again, it became thin and whispy. It wrapped its self around her waist and five little skulls dropped down to dangle decoratively. Quite satisfied, she walked back and was struck quite randomly with how primitive and boring walking was. She walked along the stream and saw the man standing there naked with an insipid grin that bothered her jealously and made her heart light up. She stumbled slightly unsure of the feelings. 

She walked over and she could see that this wasn't his real form but an illusion, the real one was no more that a silhouette of the darkest black and two eyes of burning intensity glowing slightly green. Seeing them both overlaid was weird, and the emotions of fondness and a perverted sense of maternity cascading into her. It deeply unsettled her. 

She cleared her throat.

"So I don't want to call you 'Champion' forever what is your name sir?" Kaarthen asked in playful seductive voice. 

"When did my voice change?" She thought.

"Well I suppose we are bound together," The man mused. Kaarthen blushed, she wanted to stab him and walk away, and kiss him for some reason. 

"Marcos Panthi, Immaculate Priest of Mavvus, First Knight to the Crown, Holy High Brother to the Temple of Dar Delis, High advisor and Keeper of Rites to the Eternal throne, and Champion to the Dark Mother."

"Wow a noble rapist," Kaarthen thought flippantly, and was suddenly rocked by scathing jealousy, giddy excitement over the connection, and lust over the memory. She warbled on her feet, her mind clamping down the urge to vomit.

"Are you okay?" He questioned.

"Of course, can I ask when you would like to leave?" She asked. Kaarthen could now barley speak or look at him. 

"Oh two or three days I think I can help out till then." Jumbled images of sex in the water with changing combinations two Amazons, sodomizing Kassin and Ailli while covered in oil came to her mind. Kaarthen knees went out for a second.

"I have to lie down, I have to walk away." She thought frantically.

"I need to lie down," Kassin said quietly. 

"I said I need to lay down take me...sir take me to a room." Kaarthen pleaded, and grabbed for him. They walked into the compound with Kaarthen leading and leaning on him.

"Um in order to help me rest you'll need to help me in here," She said entering a dorm.

"Guiding him to a place I'd only seen once was easy," Kaarthen thought cynically. 

"I'm of have a mind of what's going on." She could feel alien smugness curling around the thought. "Well half a mind now I suppose."

"Okay," Marcos said almost happily. A fantasy of fucking her while she sucked her thumb flickered by making her stutter step. 

"He's so helpful," She thought randomly.

"Wait what was that?!?" Kaarthen thought, just now realizing she was really trapped in her own body.

"Take this leather off me," She said indicating the mantle. He did, acting casual as he groped her breasts, she flinched dramatically when he stopped. A glimpse of his cock up her backside crept by slowly.

"I need you too ease some of my pressure like you did earlier," She said coyly twisting her fingers into her nipples.

"Okay try this, sit down this may take a while those are pretty full." He said diplomatically. She sat on the corner straddling him and he kneeled between her legs. 

He was in to it now. Visions of fingering her, fucking her while she lay back, and a titjob with their positions reversed melted into each other. The images kept going adding details including her bent over blushing and showing her holes dripping his load.

She moaned as he hefted massive tit bouncing it and sucked out her inverted nipple the sensations quickly aroused her making her climax. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders when she came down and worked a hand down her loincloth.

"We are going to get along famously," She sighed. Marcos moaned in the affirmative." Now help me take this itchy loincloth off."

"You have an itch to scratch?" Marcos said grinning, he unfortunately had to release the teat to help her, but soon enough he was back for more and reminding her of his nudity. 

His fingers replaced hers and fell into her wet pussy he pulled them out to see her excessive wetness. His cock twitched at the sight of it all and he slammed himself in. Compared to earlier his cock was welcomed into her pussy and felt it squeeze and churn him. He felt himself drawn deeper into it, as it kneaded and rolled his cock. 

A feeling of euphoria washed over him and he realized he had been waiting for this for a while. Perhaps since this morning when he noticed her similarities to his Host but it felt even longer. 

His cock had yet to move and he felt already like he was well on the path to another mind-blowing orgasm for the day. His balls felt heavy and hot they beckoned him to thrust and allow them to deliver their sagging load as deep as possible. He was thus compelled to begin a building rhythm into her. 

Faster and faster he moved and her words were picked up promising endless pleasures for him, the chance to breed all her children, promises she would never let him feel want for anything. His cock felt like it was stirring inside a roiling boiling cauldron. He opened his eyes to realize he had stopped deep within her and he could feel the mouth of her core suckling at the head of his cock. Her arms were embracing him and her legs were locked around his back. 

Mindlessly he fucked her again, sucking her ear, licking her neck, and kissing anything in reach of his mouth. He was quite sure continuing meant stopping but was unable to hold back anymore. 




The Champion's Companion Ch. 05



It was seconds later when he exploded. His back arched, his head flew back, and his body twitched. His eyes were sightless, opened, and bugged out. His nose started running slightly, he is mouth opened wide making a flat toneless moan and his entire lower abdomen pulsed his load. Her cervix massaged the back of head that it enveloped while her entire canal clamped down on him to become a rigid sperm-sucking tunnel. 

They both fell into each other back on the bed and relaxed but remained joined as her pussy kept weakly suckling him. Finally, their senses returned and she smiled and offered her other breast, which he took.

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Ailli opened her eyes on what felt like a great new day she felt relaxed like never before. 

Her eyes adjusted and she looked at the temples ceiling in wonder there was a beautifully rendered mosaic showing an old story back when the Sisters were enemies of the Empire. In it, the citizens of some town lost to time pleaded on banks of a river for their mothers and daughters to come back. On the other bank the new Sisters and Sisters of legend looked on impassively. People pointed in awe at the middle of the river as a rich noble woman and her husband both drown while fighting. At the edge of the water nearer the Sisters, a mother drown a man in waist-deep water and the daughter stabbed him with blades. 

It was an inside look at a vengeful god and a story about the origin of Sisterhood few heard. Later those same women would formalize the structure of the Sisterhood and the one who died would be honored with the two who killed. 

Ailli looked around reflecting on this. She felt Kassin licking her and she looked down. 

Kassin was sucking her cock. 

She never had one before but it felt marvelous. Enclaves have male slaves and she knew girls enjoyed playing with their things. But Ailli always thought them weird and oddly shaped. She had a thick one herself now. 

"Six inches," she thought, "maybe six and a half or even seven." 

She let Kassin suck her off, and her orgasm was not as strong as normal. She had an urge to dive deeper into the warm orifice as she released and both girls were surprised. 

"It comes with its own instincts." Her analytical mind thought. 

Her lack of testicles didn't stop her ejaculation, a feeling like mild pulsing cramps helped her shoot her first load, the first Kassin had seen, tasted, or swallowed. She grew soft quickly which didn't bother her. Ailli usually got too sore after climaxing once. 

She pulled Kassin up and spun around then inspected to see that the change happened with her also. Her clitoris had been enlarged it was recessed but slightly thicker than a thumb. It included the piss hole in the bottom. Since it was recessed, the tip looked just like a normal hooded bud. Ailli gave it licks and sucks until it stuck out like a giant engorged bud that was an inch long and larger than her thumb. She teased it more then started sucking and pulling it with her teeth slurping its length until it stood rigid and tall slightly longer and thinner then her own.

"Seven, perhaps seven and a half if mines seven. Maybe I'm seven and a half..." She wondered idly quite proud of both phalluses.

She rolled them both over and moved up unto Kassin who had her eyes closed she worked her hands over the cock and stared at the miracle shared between them. She clumsily straddled Kassin who was moaning and slid the cock into herself. Ailli rocked her lover and enjoyed the feelings as she came again unaware that Kassin came also. She was surprised when the cock shriveled within her and looked expectantly at Kassin who sat mute with a silly grin and a dazed faraway look.

"Good job," Kassin exhaled, "I'll expect some of that every day from now on, with dinner."

The two lesbians giggled and got out to dry off they would need food because everybody would be hungry soon.

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Kaarthen was raging in her mind pretty good. After nearly vomiting on Marcos and trying to kill him, she had been made to seduce him. She understood that she was sharing her body now. It was obvious a majority of her thoughts weren't hers. However, all this happened so suddenly she wasn't sure where she stopped and this other part began.

Passing out after 'The Sex' left her revolted, angry. 

Suddenly pulled into a void where she and the Being from the field faced each other, she let her mouth go off. The Being almost ignored her while it reclined into nothingness and watched her fire burn out.

"Let us speak simply," It started after she grew quiet. "I'm aware of your emotional conflicts, but I had wanted to help you in your need. Your drow blood sings for a companion just as your maternal needs call for its babe. Your pain was too severe to let such an excellent hunter suffer. We are alike, in time you will see why I love my champion for you will feel as I do. You will see your children grow and their children and their children's children. It will bring pride you only guess about to kiss the cheek of your descendants in their sleep as I do. I will be able to do great good through you. And, despite your immortality it is safer for you to accompany my Champion."

"You already saw the good in him after you submitted. Just believe it is a sign of your growing fondness for him that is separate of my desire." It continued. "Now return and feast, it is an important day." It finished, looking off and away.

The conversation ended before Kaarthen could ask what good she supposedly saw.

She woke up and could already smell great food and many voices. In the center of the dorm was an enclosed outdoor cooking area the rooms encircled it with paper covered sliding doors. Overhead the sun was already setting on one of the longest days Kaarthen ever had.

Ailli had cooked rice served with Kassin's Oofi stew. Everyone was naked and had huge portions. They all ate as if they were late. Kaarthen's stomach growled at the site of food and quickly dug in. It seemed everyone decided to speak after finishing and everyone had miracles to share. 

Kassin started. "I feel different, healthier I looked closely at Ailli and our eyes have darkened with Dark Mother's touch becoming unreflective dark voids."

They looked around.

"Kaarthen, your eyes are different." Caris pointed out. She leaned in to stare at her.

"Some how you still have pupils. They appear to be floating discs of silvery metal. Like drops of quicksilver or heated lead rolling in a pan. They also look vertically split and viciously catlike." Caris reported. 

Kaarthen was surprised at that description and noticed no one made any connection, not even Marcos batted an eye.

"Avoid looking mortals in the eye, the fear your appearance causes will slow and complicate everything around you." Marcos told them.

Ailli sat writing the events of the day, the blessing of the pole arms that Kaarthen and Kassin called elven 'Lourndai', and the covenant that made the Kassin's Lourndai barer the Head Sister. 

"I think that obviously makes Kassin the Head Sister." Ailli said quietly.

"I agree." Marcos said.

Around the eating area, they all agreed.

"I would be called the 'Enclave Mistress'. It was an old title from when only Amazon Huntresses were around. I think this enclave deserves a title from a harder rougher time." Kassin said

"While I was out worshipping with the Champion, the Goddess spoke to me and blessed me in the wonderful massaging water that caressed and supported my love making to the Champion." Vellina said enthusiastically.

"I don't know if I'll be able to find a relevant reason why that should be added."

"I know, and 'felt it' as I was impregnated with triplets in those very same waters. That was a miracle. This is more than a feeling." Vellina claimed. 

Kaarthen suggested, "Just write it all down and let the Sisters' figure out what to do with the information." 

She knew from the Goddess' whispers that Caris and Vellina were pregnant and only Marcos' seed would get them pregnant again. When they give birth, Caris would have twins, Vellina triplets. The combination of being sired by an immortal in the belly of a mortal who ascended while carrying would make the children little more than monsters in human form. An easy bet would say they would be legendary Sisters. Kaarthen figured they would be some kind of immortal demi-gods. 

Caris added. "I was witness to 'a miracle of fertility' that made a creek turn white even upstream. You should write that down. I think it compares to that Sister from legend that made a whole village orgasm."

"Kaytess the filler? Caris you do know she also made money doing that right? And it wasn't all at once, but a few at a time. They called her 'the slurper'" Vellina said skeptically

"Well forget that part. But remember to say I witnessed it. Vellina was passed out, in fact I saved her." Caris said looking between Vellina and Ailli. "We also took part in the invocation chant and the pledges and Covenant. We could see what you did to those ugly little elves."

"I suppose that could be written down then." Ailli said warily.

"Write down everything that happened in the temple." Kassin said in a quiet voice.

"What does that mean?" Caris asked leaning in.

"Nothing. A great many chants and such happened. Kassin and I have a responsibility to the Sisterhood to make sure our miracles are all recorded." Ailli said blushing.

Kaarthen drew a blank when it was her time to speak until a jovial voice told her at the very least she was a companion now.

Marcos was also quiet. 

Ailli timidly asked "What is your name at the very least as a witness."

"Marcos Panthi and if you all ever come to Menthino look for me and I shall aid you." He said leaning back.

"Before we forget, the goddess wants me to go to Mavvus. Is that where you travel?" Vellina said self appointing herself.

"Yes, and you can likely find a Traveling temple to escort from there on you way back." Marcos replied.

Traveling temples are nomadic sisters who fulfill a majority of religious functions for villages and small towns. A majority of the sisters in traveling temples are priestesses with a few shield maidens and Huntresses, or Warrioresses to protect them. Unlike the tribal enclaves, they usually don't keep or train the young. They also don't have a built in support structure. They survive solely on the love of the people. Mostly they travel fixed circuits or wander a little. They keep the insular enclaves connected to cities and each other in this manner. New enclaves haven't been established in years, so traveling temples that move in the area would need a guide.

Kaarthen could feel the push given to alter events so Vellina would be safe. It felt like her head was nudged as something pushed out from it. It made her smile knowing Vellina would be safe, she was a picture of fertility with her heavy breasts and wide swaying hips. She announced she was going to bed and Marcos decided it was a good time too.

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The next morning found everyone up. Marco was retraining everyone. 

"Look since I won't be here you all can't forget to train."

"But we can't be killed we'll never lose."Caris said simply.

"If I were mortal I would simply bury you and your pride in a deep hole. That would stop you." Marcos said making Caris pale.

"The idea you must understand is you're still vulnerable. If a dragon eats your arm and flies off you'll be armless for quite a while. Lots of old immortals die because they never get better despite being bored throughout eternity. Elves don't suffer those illusions, and the ones you all hunt may have a hundreds of years of experience." He said after catching their attention. "Caris, Vellina, and Ailli will be given spears to use. I'll cut the shafts down from ten to eight feet. The idea is to have quickness and reach." 

Marco cut them from ten feet of shaft to eight then another half-foot. That gave them the quickest reach. Vellina was just given the six-foot spear. 

As they sparred, they could see how on equal a field someone with only a little experience could hold off someone slightly faster or stronger with limited reach. They also received a lesson in immortality when Ailli was cut, she watched in wonder as blood floated off the spear into her wound and it healed closed. All this in less time then it took to say she was okay. 

Kaarthen and Kassin were taught unarmed techniques. Kaarthen completely bested Kassin in speed and agility. While Kassin tried hard, and learned fast, she couldn't keep up to Kaarthen who seemed to only be limited by thought. When she challenged Marcos, she was in turn beaten soundly by his overwhelming experience to where she couldn't touch him or even predict what was happening. They received another lesson in immortality that they can still be knocked out. Marcos admitted however, the amount of force he was using could break boulders as he demonstrated. 

By lunchtime when everyone was tired, they stood out upon the flat rock in the shallow water. 

Marcos launched into a tirade about the stupidity of single edged short swords and resolved to have them use a full sized single edged sword such as the either the standard straight sword of Menthino or the slightly curved specialty swords said to slice a man from shoulder to crotch. 

"If you can't find, buy, or steal the swords, your enclave will need to learn a double-handed technique. The 'blades' in their current form are a flaw to the whole fighting style. As I said earlier there is no reason to expose yourself to fight. 'Spear Mistresses' in the old days were comparable to Warrioresses. They wore armor and used heavy weapons and projectiles. They also wore heavy armor and had magical augments and magical offensive spells." He concluded.

They returned to fighting after the break and everyone fought unarmed. Ailli in her clumsy way was able to trade a punch with Marcos and hit him twice by accident. They barely counted since one was her stepping on his foot and another was her elbow hitting his shoulder as she was thrown. Kassin was quick to give her the points despite the fact they were only training. Caris and Vellina told him to stop being a bully. 

Kaarthen found him brooding later when they ended for dinner. She had to suck the aggression out of his balls before she could have him lay his head in her lap and suckle her milk. While they lay there, she told him her need to be off soon and he agreed. 

That night at dinner, they made their plans asking Kassin first if she would be okay until more sisters arrive. The agreement broke down over if they should continue to go north and get some horses from a border fort then continue south and east to Mavvus, or go south the way they came and go directly east once clear of the mountains. Marcos learned that none had ridden horses but Kaarthen and Vellina especially wanted to see as much as possible so he convinced them to continue north. 

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The next morning all the women said farewell in their own unique way standing in the temple's water naked holding hands praying for each other's strength and bravery. Marcos waited outside, but the girls came out and hugged him for his presence, and to say farewell if nothing else.

They were surprised by the change in temperature as they stepped out into the valley. The trail they had traveled on was noticeably colder in the early morning.

Two days of traveling got them through the long barren valley. The valley ended and Marcos explained a small mountain pass off to the side heading east gets them further into the mountains. They would have to climb out using convenient but steep trails to finally reach the high hilly cliffs to the east. By Marcos' estimate, it would be two day still until they reached the cliffs of the Ort and another week at the slowest to get into Mavvus. 

At the start of the mountain pass, they saw the remains of a camp of men. There were a few carts and shredded tents and hitching for horses but nothing dead or living was around. What gave them pause, were the spears identical to what they had broken around the camp. Black shafted arrows were also spread in rocks and littered throughout the area. It was already twilight so they allowed themselves to pick over the site and use a ready fire pit on the far side.

"What did this?" Vellina half wondered aloud looking around

"Astrokos sends men down the glacier they then double back to come out the east and hopefully under our noses. It's a suicide mission. They either die on the way in, or get trapped in Menthino." Marcos turned from the site to the two women. "Taking the route through this land of chaos is insanity. If they take too many men, or to few they'll attract equally deadly attentions."

"So why do they have the same spears as us?" Vellina asked.

"At night when you all slept on the trail I went ahead and cleared the way. In an area like this boring is healthy." Marcos explained gesturing to the site.

"So you were already here four or five days ago." Kaarthen asked. Inside of her, wonder was mixing with anger. "Well no more, we all go at night now!"

"Don't be silly, it was two days ago. Despite how superior you feel you can't actually see at night. There are plenty of other things around here besides lonely travelers like me, and the elves your supposed to kill that would love to find you two. Unlike most women your bodies would heal and you would live through all the worst parts." Marcos pointed out.

"Well we'll have to ask for a little favor and hope the Goddess hears us." Kaarthen said and stomped off into the center of the site. Inside her, the Goddess was curious as to what she was doing. She pleaded for it not to make her look a fool. It felt pleased with the scene of death around her and she hoped it would help.

"O Goddess, O Dark Mother of night," She began dramatically once dropping to her knees. "We, your most humble servants would spread death before us. We would visit our strength upon those who deny your maternal love. Please, since we are blind in the times of your strength please grant us from your warm bosoms the eyesight and vision to see the world in your light."

Marcos had seen a lot of Sisters do dumb shit just like this over the years, but was impressed by the shamelessly strung together selfless groveling. 

"Nice try but you weren't even speaking her..." He started.

A green light barely visible in contrast to the darkening red sky came down in waves over Kaarthen. A pulse broke off and slammed into Vellina beside him.

**WE ACCEPT. SPREAD DEATH THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT**

Kaarthen was surprised to feel her lips move for the words but was ecstatic that it all worked out. Since she had her back to everyone, it wasn't a big deal to be used like that. She felt the Goddess was also happy for doing some thing so trivial for the first time. It did however ask her a small favor to which she agreed. Kaarthen stood and turned giving Marcos her smuggest grin.

"Wow it went from night right back to day! That's amazing can everything see like this?" Vellina asked in wonder staring at things with better detail than at high noon. She could fix her eyes onto things and see all the detail, from cracks in the rocks, to grains in the wood, and smudges of dirt. Marcos saw her previously black non-reflective pupil less eyes now had a white outline and they reflected light like a cat or vampire from deep within the sockets. 

Many miles away in a watch post Kassin was suddenly struck by her ability to see clearly to the horizon in all directions, she could see moving dots of previously hidden creatures. Some she saw, that were smaller then most and traveling in a group headed south along a parallel ridgeline to the east were mountain elves. With focus, she could see everything from the dirt in their hair to their scared beady little eyes. Grabbing her Lourndai, she vaulted out of the tower and slinked along south to cut off the group with words echoing in her mind to spread death throughout the night.




The Champion's Companion Ch. 05



In the enclave, Ailli was lighting torches, and Caris was cooking, they both fell back covering their blinded eyes for a moment. 

The vision the band had now, was the infravision that most nocturnal hunters have, and the natural light amplification that nocturnal creatures have. To top it all off they had the focus of a hawk. So now, suddenly, their eyesight could rival a dragon. They were also compelled to kill any enemies they saw.

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Convincing Marcos they were well prepared, the trio started off after quickly eating. They went ahead a carried their packs since there would be no reason to return. Marcos complained the pace hadn't changed but knew that they were travel significantly faster than many mortals could sustain. 

They stopped as the sun came up and got off the trail to a high ledge. To the West they could see the end of the mountains and the forested frontier that was Menthino's northwestern border. 

Marcos told them in time they could train themselves not to sleep or eat anymore. He also told stories of vampires, high order demons, a mage, wizards, and sorceresses he'd met. None of these people Marcos remembered had any redeeming qualities about them. 

Kaarthen and Vellina quickly noticed a reoccurring theme, these people went quite insane eventually and brought forth mind-boggling destruction. They both wondered if these were his friends. 

Marcos told them a unique secret when they tried to understand how the world as they knew it could be destroyed so many times, and how familiar exactly was he with these people.

"This isn't the only world. There are many more then there are gods. They are claimed and fought over like bickering wives. In this world, there is only our Dark Mother, as the only god she is given huge powers and abilities that usually are not available. She can directly control Fate, the weather, and the flow of power and energies below our feet." 

"So who are you in this picture?" Vellina asked.

"Well should another god come to this world, and they do from time to time, she loses most of those powers and has to share others. The world manages the weather and the earth energies itself, and I become her anchor here. When more then one god is about, they feed off and empower their champions. As the champion interacts, actions fuel its aspect. Eventually, priests are found to gather more followers, all this fuels the aspect even more and the god gets more power. Gods can't be killed but their followers and champion can. If weakened for long enough by the rejection of its aspect or not having a champion for a while they'll become 'Minor' and they won't even be able to leave the world on their own. They'll be come like a ghost or spirit drawing people's actions toward their aspect in small groups or individually and feeding off the energy. When that happens shit is so stacked against them they would be lucky to be banished and indeed they actively search for a way off the world."

"When has this happened before?" Vellina asked. Kaarthen already knew it all and more like what the gods were really after, and what they did when people weren't around.

"Actually, it was quite common but usually indecisive. Then several cycles ago about twenty thousand years ago, Minun lost his other worlds and became 'Minor' they then stopped trying to claim this world." Marcos continued.

"Wow that's along time! Wait, where you alive back then? What's a cycle?" Kaarthen asked. Now she wanted to participate just so it would hurry this up. 

"Cycles have three parts. A thousand year building period where humans spread and are kept relatively safe, the progress made dictates the next phase. The second, where humans continue development, on average it's 5000 years. If humans are more progressed, they get less time. For example, countries have invented unbelievable things and gotten off our world into the stars, but then they were only given 1500 years. Eventually it ends and in one or two hundred years, everything is whipped away in a chaotic manner ironically fitting to the cycle. Then it starts all over, the same yet different, building anew to an overlooked destructive end built into its foundation. I myself am about 67,000 years old and I'm not even the first champion our Goddess had." 

"Maybe I should start at the beginning." Marcos began.

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Kassin had an excellent hunt. The elves had walked into her single file. The first two died from the same slash to the neck. She went on to kill the third one as he tried to block her feinted thrust. Of the last two, one ran away the other armed himself with two short double-edged daggers. He backed himself into a crevice and shouted what she assumed were elven curses and taunts. She toyed with him until he was tired. She purposely only hit him in the underarms and shoulders. 

In defeat, he dropped his head. His arms were completely useless by now and dangled limply. She left and tracked the last one but the sun had just come up so rather than kill him she severed one leg at the knee and left him in a puddle of blood and urine as he struggled with a strap to stop the blood. 

She returned to her new slave. It was a short four-foot tall mountain elf. It had a under bite, and warts, thin white hair, and it looked like a pale goblin. 

She binded him by the legs, slung him over a shoulder, and started home whistling a noiseless tune.



The Champion's Companion Ch. 06



Kaarthen had listened, but she nodded off somewhere in the second eon of Marcos' long history. Marcos spoke at length about former countries, plots he used to separate the rival god Minun or his Champion from power, and the deaths that usually resulted from his many exploits. 

When Marcos stopped talking, she was asleep and Vellina stared at him with a hungry gleam in her eye.

Vellina slid her hands under Marcos's robe and deftly unbuttoned his manhood while rubbing her pussy. Marcos' hand reached out and massaged her breast, and pulled her long sensitive nipples while she stroked his hard shaft and leaking head with her hands.

She moved over and together they lifted off his robe. He set it aside behind them and lay back onto it. Vellina stood and took off her loincloth quickly. She looked over at Kaarthen asleep and stroked her cheek before she straddled Marcos' and leaned in so they were face to face. 

She was wet, but she intentionally took him little by little relishing the feel of him. He reached up and grabbed her big round udders that swayed so close and lifted his head to suck her pointy rubbery teats. 

Finally, she took him all into her tight warmth. Her pussy convulsed learning him and his rhythm. They rocked together slowly with powerful long thrusts, with Vellina easily climaxing continuously over him. 

In her mindless haze, she felt him stop and move her off to the side. She still thirsted for his seed and her body's need was so painfully intense she started to whimper pitifully and wriggle her hips calling him back. 

Marcos grinned knowingly and pushed her shoulders down, rolled her over by swiveling her hips up, kneeled behind, and thrust into her. Her asshole winked at him as it was relaxed and pulled open by his strokes. He tried to satisfy it by hooking a thumb into her nether hole. Vellina was shocked and hissed as he kept her from rising with his other hand. He continued pounding her for minutes as she got into the pleasure. She started to push back into him with more and more urgency until her next climax imploded her. 

Marcos stopped moving and fingered her ass as she lay below him with more vigor, using his other hand to hold her bucking hips. She eased up off the ground as his fingers moved into her and straightened up onto her knees. The feeling for her was alien, but not enough to make her climax. 

Vellina groaned and dropped her hands behind her to grope for his cock. She tugged him forward by it understanding his desire and intent. 

Marcos wrapped an arm under her breasts guided his cock in between the cheeks that he coveted to her back hole. His cock pushed in easily gaining an initial purchase. Her hole was tight, but not the tightest, it was naturally loose enough to not always be puckered. Marcos was only slightly lubricated and yet still she only moaned as he claimed her inch by inch. She leaned her head back to rest on his shoulder as he filled her. Her arms reached up and around to massage the back of his neck and head feeling his warm hard muscles. 

He started to thrust into her and after a little pushing, she took him all. He changed his rhythm of thrusts into her with a quick deep pace gradually making more and more distance between thrusts. Her large ass and sturdy hips took his thick cock and its building assault easily.

Vellina leaned forward pinching her nipples and dropped her head back to the ground submitting her body and offering her ass up to him. The pleasure she received was great but it teasingly kept her just short of her peak. 

Eventually, his strokes and weight pushed her body flat, and he crawled onto her and laid over her while he continued plundering her. He embraced her from behind with one arm around her breasts, the other massaged her clit lazily as he stroked her. His climax was gentle, his cock pulsed and streamed a long oozing flow into her lazily as he rubbed her bud harder so she could peak with him.

14*****************************************************

Caris noticed the change in Kassin. She was, if possible, more serious now. She was readying Ailli to join her on a hunt by the entrance. For days, she had been gone for hours and days tracking and killing anything she could find around. 

"I did it. I have found a seed truly worthy of harvest. Come Ailli, we shall make strong daughters."

Ailli was nervous as always, and only more so when Kassin wrapped her arms and legs in heavy flexible leather.

"Why wrap only my limbs for this harvest? Shall I be clinging to a rutting cactus?" Ailli asked in half jest.

"For protection." Kassin said, as though that answer didn't lead to other questions.

Kassin then wrapped a whip around her waist and did the same for Ailli.

"You won't need that spear for what were hunting." She grabbed a coil of rope from the storehouse and pulled Ailli to the entrance. "Don't worry Caris, no matter what happens we'll return. Time is on our side."

They both exited and ran out heading south for almost two hours. The sun was still up in the late afternoon when they hid in the brush above the floor of a desolate valley. In front of them, a dry creek passed to the right. An animal trail crossing in front came down and joined it. Large, mostly dead bushes and blacked brush were thick along the creek's edge a dozen yards away, and grew more sparse with distance 

As Ailli waited with Kassin, an eight-foot tall ogress plodded along and came into view following the game trail. It was beady eyed with seemingly low intelligence, with a flat wide nose and wide thick lips on its face. It was the color of dirt and in a few places, a healthy pinkness came out. Its breasts were pointy looking like they had recently grown. From the waist down, her body was tree-like, bulky with hard muscles. Her ankles, knees, and thighs were all almost the same size. Above the waist, the ogress was less hulking and more slender. It was almost under developed along the arms and chest. Its stomach was skinny and flat accenting the flair of its pelvis. Its forearms were thicker then its biceps and its hands seemed swollen with three sausage like digits. A tumbled mop of black hair fell down its back and was full of twigs and dirt. 

Kassin explained her plan as they kept an eye on the creature. 

"I came across a large ogre rutting with the female. After it had ravished her to its climax, it propped its self up and the female continued to wriggle under it until they both came again. This continued again until the male went to sleep. I watched and other females came and went but I knew when I saw him 'that was the seed I wanted'. 

Then it occurred to me to see what the females do. I picked one, and when the female plodded away, I followed. It met another male who allowed her to eat at its burrow. It seemed to ignore her. She was on her hands and knees gorging on its stash when he came behind her and mounted her with no warning. She still ate as he fucked her until they climaxed. Again, the female rocked herself back and forth until they both climaxed again." Kaarthen said removing her loincloth.

"What are you doing?"

"Sshhh." 

"So anyway I knew I could take advantage of this but couldn't see how at first. I had watched the next night and day and found the female working a circuit eating and rutting with five males. I noticed that the largest male was separate and seemed unrelated to the others. She seemed to go out of her way to find him. The smallest two on her circuit were nearly the same size as the female and were relatively lanky adolescents. 

One of them had to rape her, since she always tried to resist. Every time they fought for him to get his chance to show dominance. He would punch, and scratch, while they rolled around fighting and pushing and holding her down, he would mount her. When his hard cock finally penetrated her, she would freeze and let him fuck. Just like the others, she would rut him after he grew tired and sluggish after his first load.

"So today, we're going to take advantage of that and harvest the large ogre." She announced. "I know that four other females share it. We have a window for a while since females don't come along when another is around. Using that female will help us stay safe believe it or not." 

The two were in the bushes and rocks above and to the side of the ogress watching it plod along slowly toward the dry creek bed. 

"This is one of the youngest females and she is about to enter his territory." Kassin said. 

Ailli was quite speechless and had froze in terror as Kassin told her all this. 

Kassin pulled the whips from both their waists and prepared herself. She jumped out following the ogress as it dropped down the side of the bank into the dry bed. She stopped only a few yards behind it and snagged it around the neck with her whip. 

While males tended to be ferocious, the younger females like this one were docile in order to survive. The females later grew more aggressive after having a brood and bulking up.

Caught along the neck, the ogress stumbled back and hit the waist high ledge of the bank behind it. Its stubby thick fingers couldn't reach under the whip as it tried to understand what was happening. Ogres have little more than animal intelligence. The choking sensation and the pressure pulling on it, instinctively made the ogress lean back instead of turning, since it didn't understand that it had been whipped. Kassin used the slack and passed the whip under one foot to pull its head down harder at an angle that was more than it could bend. The ogress slowed and finally passed out gurgling. 

Like a shot, Kassin came up and used the rope. She tied the wrists behind its head, and the outside fingers tightly together. She then carefully unwound the whip. She took the extra rope, made a single loop around the ogress' neck, and tugged it down off the ledge to the ground. 

The ogress landed with a groan and started to wake. It quickly got panicky and made shrill calling noises. Kassin straightened the end of the rope out a few paces then dashed back, swiping its ass with the potency potion and powder as she did so. She climbed as if death was behind her to where they both hid.

"Are you sure you needed me?" Ailli squeaked, but was shushed by Kassin.

On the other side of the gulch, they could see bushes shaking ominously. The noises from back there were blocked out by the shrill squeals of their bait. 

"Here it is, we're only on the other side of the bushes from its lair," Kassin stated. If she still had pupils, her eyes would have been dilated strangely with obsession, or fervent intensity. 

Ailli was feeling quite hopeless now, and seriously had doubts about what was to happen. 

The intense feelings only got more severe when she saw Kassin's target. 

Its head popped out of the bushes and paused. It was similar to the ogress in that it had three fingers, everything else was different and more extreme. It was bald. Its skin was lighter almost a golden tan brown. Its shoulders were four feet wide. Its neck was thicker than its head. The jaw was flared wide in back, and the boxy squared chin was narrowed and stuck out making it appear to grin maliciously. Its nose was wide but didn't stick up like the ogress, but instead was smoothed down with nostrils to the sides. It had intelligent bright golden eyes that were very large on its face and catlike. She realized now why Kassin hadn't let her have lunch as her stomach leapt to her throat. 

"That's not, an ogre, Kassin." Ailli pointed out watching the sinuous creature leap down into the creek bed. 

The monster had to be nearly 12 feet tall. It had a tail at both ends, the one in front was only half-hard and already a foot a half long, the other end was prehensile, tapered, six foot long, and forked. She reasoned it to be a demon of some kind. "...Is ...ah, is she going to be okay?" 

Kassin shushed her again watching the female. It wriggled to face away from him and offer its social hole. Dimwitted as it might be, it rightly feared this creature. Its life urgently depended on not being seen as some defenseless thing to be eaten. "Don't worry the ogress isn't pregnant so it'll make the right smells for the male to want to rut. As for that beautiful creature, apparently it was sired by a dragon that found an ogress." Kassin whispered to her.

"Now watch carefully, when it climaxes I'm going to pull the ogress off it. This may make them upset. All you must do is wet its cock with some potion and sit on it just as we always do together. I'll be right there dusting it with powder so don't worry. Now, let's take off your loincloth. I'll get you ready." Kassin said as she pulled down Ailli's loincloth and rubbed her lover. Ailli was still frozen in shock and staring at the creatures, but her body responded to Kassin's practiced touch. Kassin poured small amount of the potency potion on her fingers for some directly injected liquid courage as she worked over her reluctant lover.

The two ogres slowly worked towards each other. The male was cautious but already hard and the female mewled and whimpered under him backing up on her knees to him. The male leaned in and licked her ass where the potion was. The female's scent and her flooded musky pussy hid most of the smell of Kassin and her ropes. It continued and moved up and over her to smell the ropes directly. 

Female ogresses have vaginas that are constantly wet for just these situations. Once the male was in position, the female jammed back a few times trying to catch his cock and make the conversion into 'safe' territory as a mate. Finally, it caught his rod that had hardened into a straight two feet long pole wider than Kassin's arm. 

She bucked into him a few times then stopped hoping to have convinced him she was friendly and willing. When he didn't move, she started squealing and whimpering louder, and again thrust her ass back onto him frantically. She didn't stop this time and really started moving herself with all her instinctive talent. 

Ailli noticed how the male seemed to smirk down at her desperation. If this creature had the dragon's side of the brains as she was already noticing, they could be in a bad situation. 

Behind her, Kassin was working almost her whole hand into her pussy trying to relax the hole. The stretching and the potion burned her with pleasant warmth and made her sweat, as she stayed locked onto what the other pair was doing. 

The female ogress was sweating and grunting along his length. She had her face in the dirt and was on her knees pushing back onto him taking the whole two feet into her frothy hole. She was mewling and groaning guttural noises the whole time emphasizing her vulnerability and willingness to please. Finally, he shared his load with a content growl visibly sagging onto her back. The female continued but obviously slowed under his weight. She silently worked to make him completely satisfied like her life depended on it. 

Kassin charged down hill to the couple pulling Ailli along. They made it to the ledge of the creek bed and dropped down among the two. Kassin pressed the potion into Ailli's hand and knotted it to her wrist then told her to get ready. The two rutting ogres didn't notice or concern themselves with their presence. The women were simply not considered a threat to them even in a position of relative vulnerability. 

That attitude is what Kassin counted on, and allowed her to catch the female with a hard straight kick to the hip. Dislodged, Ailli saw the male's cock wagging around and jumped in grabbing the tumescence with both hands stroking him. Kassin paused from rolling away the ogress and threw a dash of fertility powder in the quizzical ogre's face. He blinked stupidly and sneezed, but that was all that needed to happen. He quickly started to hump Ailli's hand making very low rumbling noise. 

"Use the potion and push him onto his back. Don't worry, I think they're not violent anymore." Kassin directed reassuringly. 

So far, this was going well. But, Ailli knew if they lost control, things would get bad one bite at a time.

Ailli tried and sure enough, with one-hand stroking the underside of his cock, she was able to push the calmed benevolent monster onto its back where it propped itself up watching with amusement showing on its calm face. 

She got on its hips, pulled the potion's cap off, and poured the contents down its piss hole and around the head. The effect was immediate, and the head darkened as the whole organ pulsed and grew to a huge two and a half feet and as thick as her knee. Ailli had to take deep breaths to calm herself. Her mind was rebelling at placing its body in such a vulnerable position. 

She squatted over the giant spike idly wondering if they were the first to do this. The thought took over and gave her the courage to fuck her second cock ever. 

She didn't get far. She actually stopped with a good four inches of the head inside as her legs locked up. Kassin had to jump in jamming her further down and helping her back up as she lolled limply like rag doll. She got a good nine inches in before she screamed enough and worked with Kassin to work with what she had. 

Kassin kept dashing powder in the ogre's face and eventually it further swelled within Ailli and came again. It rumbled under her and a gushes of semen escaped down her legs and floated her off the ogre's cock. 

As the male rumbled, they noticed the female making noises. She was curled up watching them, and no readable expression was on the ogress' face whatsoever. 

Kassin helped Ailli off, congratulating her and dumped her potion remaining bottle on the glistening pole. Kassin then quickly replaced Ailli but had the same problem of freezing up only partially impaled. Ailli helped her and rubbed her bud as she too went limp. Apparently, it helped since the ogre came with her quickly and then fell asleep in disinterest. 

Kassin was pained trying to stand up off of the monstrous organ. She was not usually penetrated as they had sex and its cock had knocked her open pretty good. Her sore 'flower' was stretched and gushing gobs. In a stupor, Kassin looked around at everything.

"I think we won't have to do this again." She said grinning conspiratorially at Ailli.

Kassin jubilantly congratulated Ailli again and they packed up to get back. 

15*************************************************************

Marcos had continued his story. He spoke of wives he had, each more beautiful then the next. He spoke of adventures in every place and several on the high seas. He spoke of sadness finding out the children he sired with mortals were borne as vampires. Long ago, his anger toward the creatures started when he had returned to his apartments to find his seven-year-old fraternal twin children eating their dead mother. He talked about his shock as the boy, his beautiful blond son who looked just like his mother, attacked him. He killed boy but the girl escaped him. 

He spoke of how he prosecuted a private war on vampires, attacking them onsite until a few thousand years ago. He met with the remaining hand full of surviving children or their representatives and forgave them. He told them to stay out of Menthino and to tell the others who refused to see him.

He spoke of how he gained power over the years, and eventually asked the Dark Mother herself, to allow him to have mortal children. Kaarthen knew that to be the first time the Dark Mother started to love him. 

Their traveling was peaceful across the mountains. The land slowly lowered and mountains turned to hills and the trees thickened. They listened as they walked, and during sad parts, Vellina would suck him while Kaarthen would have him drink from her breasts and console him. 

They came upon a 'Traveling Temple' as they exited the woods. They were in the waters of the Ort below the trio under the cliffs. They met up with them that night. The group was young and idealistic and they came from cities in western Menthino. Like most of Menthino, they looked at the Ort with reverence. There were nearly one hundred and fifty Priestesses and 20 Shield maidens and Huntresses. Most were young Priestesses borne in enclaves, a few others were young women who just finished conscription and pondered a path for their new lives. The group had come to this dangerous area to taste and bathe in the waters as they 'descended from the Dark Mother's loins'. 




The Champion's Companion Ch. 06



When they found out they were meeting the Champion of the Dark Mother, they spoke in backhanded honorifics to the women. Kaarthen was addressed as 'the Champion's blessed maternal sheath' or 'The Goddess' chosen milk carrier to the Champion'. Vellina was named 'submitting Sister of the Companion' or 'Vessel of the Champion's fertile excesses'. Marcos finally quit smirking and had the young and bitter women address them as 'Companion', 'consort', 'mistress', or just their names.

The Shield maidens were interested in a visit to the wilderness of the eastern mountains. They got excited with the news of a new enclave and the energy quickly spread. The name 'Spear Mistress' rang in the women's collective psyche as a return to glory. 

Most Shield maidens who protect traveling temples are semi retired Warrioresses on break from the harsh life of tracking fugitives and killing troublesome animals. They took it easy with the group resting and being comfortable. 

In general, the Warrioresses commonly wear armor depending on what they can afford and have a symbolic grey boar pelt tied over their shoulders. 

The Warrioress doesn't fight for honor like a Huntress. They usually carry the heavy weapons like halberds, battleaxes, and maces. Short re-curve cavalry bows are carried for distance. As Shield Maidens, they also use a variety of weapons but their role is slight restricted. 

The next morning found a different attitude among the pilgrims. 

Five Huntresses and Shield maidens and several of the Priestess were angry and wanted to fight. Kaarthen couldn't understand how they could get angry with them. Marcos had to tell her that these were the people who liked to be 'in charge'. Last night had disturbed their plans and so now, they want to take control back.

They challenged Vellina since she wasn't of relative importance. However, Kaarthen shouted down that silliness. She sent Vellina back to Marcos and challenged 'everyone who wanted to stop the Dark Mother's Traveling Temple from helping a new enclave'.

The Priestesses couldn't fight and that left the five. Kaarthen took the time to remind everyone that those who go to the new enclave must all fight. She sneered at the Priestess who balked after only last night talking about how devoted she was. 

They shouted back at her, unbelieving that a significant revelation of the Goddess was given that changed how traditions were done. 

Two kinds of rage forced her to lift Lourndai and challenge them, or any who would fight.

The five were the only ones to accept the challenge they told Kaarthen they wouldn't give her any quarter. 

She responded, telling them they won't need to. Three of the five were older Shield maidens with some grey hairs but still hard of body. Two were Huntresses that Marcos noted were stupidly using the foot and a half long blades. Vellina tensed in his arms. He felt the need to remind her that Kaarthen literally had nothing to worry about from this group. He did however lament aloud how the good fortune of running into a group so soon had been just as quickly spoiled.

Kaarthen heard all of this and the heart beats of those who stood before her. While they breathed to relax and slid into various battle forms, she stood calm. 

"Come." She beckoned. These mortals before her were dust given souls. 

She stood relaxed, feet together one knee bent slightly with a hand out imploring. Lourndai was held relaxed just below the blade behind her and to the side. One day, the Sisters would make a statue of the pose for the entrances of enclaves.

They charged. Two Shield maidens had full swords and shields, one a short spear, the Huntresses trailed. 

Two paces from Kaarthen they burst into brilliant white flame and fell screaming to their knees. As they fell flat, the flames went out and they found themselves whole and unburned. 

The five didn't move their eyes were wide and unseeing. They had seen their deaths, some as old women who needed care to get to the bath, others in a few months hence. All had seen this revelation while feeling the pain of the awaiting deepest darkest furnace of the Dark Mother's eternal prison.

"That wasn't done to punish you, or to beat you. It was a trade done by the rules. Armed with long sight, and knowing that which most mortals covet. I want to ask you: what is important? Where and what drives you, that you can't do this?" Kaarthen asked quietly.

"Companion you are merciful, we knew this to be a test. Our sisters who could fight would leave for the few of us a large group to defend. We also never knew we would travel further. Without supplies, one or both groups would be in danger to slavers if we split. We know the lands you speak to be dangerous wilds, and full of the oldest creatures. We thought they would die at best or be defiled by some abomination at worst." A black-haired Shield maiden with crows' feet and weathered cheeks responded after catching her breath. She pushed up her upper body while sprawled on the ground to address Kaarthen. 

"Speak plainly was that concern what really made you attack?" Kaarthen asked. She knew, because the Goddess inside of her knew, that plenty of other nastier emotions were at work with some of them.

"No Companion, I was with pride and fear. Your eye's are like the stories. I know you see us as clear as water. I would not let the temple split and would not go into those mountains with them. Forgive me. I know those sisters deserve better then my weakness." Pleaded a dark haired Huntress her age on hands and knees in back.

"I admire your honesty, but it pains me to know that three Sisters alone in that wilderness charged with destroying a widespread enemy does not call your heart and sing for your blade." Kaarthen started, curious where all this was going. "If the other Sisters share this fear, the Goddess may believe it necessary for a purge of reluctance, so that the fervent may help the oppressed and thin spread among us." 

Kaarthen paused looking over them to the group before speaking for all. "Know that those who go forth will be blessed with a rapid and safe journey. However, if you wish to return, you would also be safe traveling with us. We travel to Mavvus at the moment. I cannot direct you, but I implore you all to meditate for yourselves over this so you do not regret the decision for any flippant or arbitrary reason." 

She felt herself completely pleased. More would go than return, and that was mostly because of the speech. Those that returned would keep her from incinerating every sister they met. She had to remind herself that here in Menthino, most Sisters would know the Champion and that should help her keep a low profile. 

The women divided and packed for the rest of the day. Sisters continuously added themselves to those going. Eventually all the Huntresses and Shield maidens went along. A group of fifteen Priestesses opted to go back. 

Marcos watched Kaarthen like a hawk, and she could feel his stares throughout the day as she answered questions and gave directions. They all settled in for the night out on the edge of where the traveling temple had camped.

Some time during the night Vellina had went to make water and returned leaving her loincloth off. She felt frisky and went to unbuttoned Marcos' pants but found someone already there sucking him gently. The person was in the shadows and crouched between Marcos' legs. Vellina watched quietly as they relieved him of his load. After they were done, they left and Vellina could see Kaarthen on the other side of Marcos watching as well. Kaarthen stroked him with her hand while Vellina scooted closer and cupped and massaged his balls. 

As soon as they got him hard, another shadowy figure emerged and crouched between his legs. She stroked his stomach with both hands saying a quiet prayer and took him into their mouth. Vellina watched in wonder, and Kaarthen watched in arrogant propriety as the woman licked and sucked him while massaging his balls. 

Vellina started to rub herself thinking of a way to get to his cock. She imagined sucking it, but also riding it surrounded by Kaarthen and these shadowy women as they watched her. Once the woman took yet another load and left, Vellina quickly moved in to straddle him. His cock was soft however, and Vellina spent a few minutes rubbing him up her oozing slit getting him up to usefulness. 

Kaarthen sat up next to her and grasped her around the waist. Vellina was surprised when she then carefully and gently sucked her nipple. Sapphic play between the two had so far just been accidental touches and kissing while sucking his cock. Kaarthen's extremely gentle hands stroked the undersides of her breasts and navel before dropping to her bud and hefting the cheeks of her generous backside.

Under them, Marcos had become active and hardened at the sight of them. He penetrated her pussy as she mewled and groaned from the mix of sensations already making her peak. He grasped her hips possessively as she danced on him and grinded them back and forth. Vellina climaxed with a moan and the sensations continued as her lovers ignored it. 

Small eruptions and twitches continued through her as Marcos ceaselessly grinded deep within her core while Kaarthen pulled and twisted her bud between her fingers as it ground along into his wispy pubic hair and hard abs. 

Kaarthen started licking her neck after moving to sit tightly behind her. She pulled Vellina's honey colored mane up and over her head and she chewed and nibble her ears, neck, spine, and shoulders. 

Vellina climaxed again, her body was becoming a sweating quivering mass of womanhood under them. Her lovers continued attacking her body through its climax from underneath, in front, behind, and over the top. Kaarthen kept her from falling forward limply under the barrage. 

Vellina climaxed a third time her body tightening and a long stifled moan of suffering escaped her clenched teeth. Vellina's body wanted to curl up into a ball but the two working together continued their assault. 

A fourth orgasm hit, making her sigh out a groan and fall back into Kaarthen. Sparks flashed in front of her eyes, and she made weak noises of protest as they continued. She was pushed forward onto Marcos and didn't have the energy to jump when Kaarthen started fingering her ass. Marcos below her kissed and licked her face and neck. She could feel Kaarthen behind her grinding her pussy into the left cheek of her ass and rubbing her hands all around her back. Drops of Kaarthen's milk sprinkled onto her as the lusty Amazon built to her own frenzy. 

She climaxed a fifth time and reared up her upper body. Kaarthen caught her with a restraining arm around her front between her pendulous breasts. She was turned and she saw a sight better than what she had fantasized not a few moments ago. Four women and many more in the shadows circled them and masturbated to their display. Beyond them, shadowy limbs moved as groups engaged in energetic Sapphic play. Marcos pinched her sensitive nipples then and Kaarthen brought her off with a bite to the ear. 

Climaxing for the sixth time, Marcos erupted under her. The feeling of his explosion seemed to turn all her pain and exhaustion into ecstasy and she passed out.

16*********************************************

Caris' mornings lately had been carefree. She would wake, bathe, and eat the stew from the night prior. Once outside, she would practice with the spear or meditate in the temple with Ailli until midday. When she came out of the dorm this morning, she heard the whining noises of some thing braying to the south.

She figured the Kassin and Ailli had captured more men than need to be sacrificed. She walked down to see if any were worthy of harvest. She was quite surprised to see a giant plainly female something shackled. A large four foot diameter column twenty feet tall arose over the creature it was placed parallel to eight other columns to line a path to the flat wide rocks in the stream. 

The female creature was bent with her head level to her waist. Her arms were shackled together behind her back up high with tight magical chains that extended from the top of the column. A collar kept her head down and it ran through a ring before splitting and shackling the creature's feet. The creature only got louder when it noticed Caris. Its head and shoulders were resting against the column. The chain hobbling its feet was very short. The ring was so high on the column that the creature could only stand bent, if it sat it would choke it's self. 

The creature was obviously miserable. Sometimes, men would be out here in the same position stripped naked. None ever died by simply sitting down and choking themselves, despite the agony and embarrassment. 

Caris' only regret was that it was a woman. She figured it must have done something to be brought here. Using her hands, she brought water to the creature. It was morning and the sun would get hot since it was already cloudless. In the enclave, it was much warmer than the surrounding area. The sunlight was strong here at high altitude. Caris eventually tired of helping it and wandered off to practice her combat forms for the morning. She wondered what kind of weapons could take down a creature like that.

Ailli woke late in the afternoon. She felt like the day before had been a dream. After breeding the ogre, they had taken the ogress. Kassin had walked along side it with her whip out and ready as Ailli had led its rope leash. Once they got into the enclave, Kassin had brought it to the flat rocks and prayed quietly. Ailli didn't know how it happened but one column they used to hold prisoners had grown taller and thicker. When they chained the ogress, the chains were thicker too. She knew some other things happened but it was a haze and she had been too tired.

Ailli brought some rice and stew in a serving bowl down to the creature. As she left the clean kitchen area, she paused in her room and dressed in a short robe that ended at her thighs. Walking past the stone buildings of storehouses to the creature, she tried to remember more. Kassin had said she intended to bond the creature to the enclave but Ailli had never heard of that before or any example similar. 

She tried to feed the creature, but as it ate, it chewed and ate the wooden spoon also. She was reduced to tipping the bowl and pushing food in its mouth.

Once done feeding, she looked the creature over for wounds anywhere. Its legs were a mess with small cuts all around the knees and ass. The ogress even had thick calluses on its back from all the rough rutting. As she walked around, she came to the creatures winking social hole. It was frothy with moisture. The stress and uncomfortable position had forced its body to try to use its only defense mechanism, which was sex.

Ailli first looked at it with disgust. She was reminded of the creature shamefully submitting earlier to save its own life. 

Ailli had been raised to see that as the worst kind of life. She thought of the extreme stretching the hole must do too please those big demanding males. 

She was shocked that she got hard thinking these nasty thoughts. Her cock was waving around and if she didn't feel the breeze on its wet length, she wouldn't have noticed. She stopped staring at the filthy hole. The scent of musk stayed on the wind with her and drove her crazy.

Ailli back away over to the column across from the creature. The night before Kassin had dropped her whip there after they finished binding it. Ailli wanted to hurt this creature for its shameful display and for arousing her to consider using its filthy body. She grabbed the whip and turned back to consider how much she could get away with. She understood the damage the whip could do and understood her lover Kassin wanted the ogress protected for more than just a sacrifice. 

Walking up to its backside, she stroked its cheeks feeling around again but this time for places where she could hurt it. Her hands were drawn to its active drooling hole. 

She touched its bud. The clitoris on the creature was oddly shaped. It wasn't atop the pisshole and partially hooded like a woman. Instead, it surrounded the pisshole in a tight puckered swollen ring. The outer lips on the sides exposed the clit to likely make it an easy target for a swinging set of heavy ogre balls 

She pushed a finger at the hole, the ogress immediately tightened up. Backing up she bent the whip in half. She wanted to teach this filthy creature to obey. Mercilessly, she punched its cunt with her fingers together. A battle was waged and the monster bore down and tried to stop its own degradation. She swung the doubled up whip hard, striking its hip. The ogress jumped and lost its concentration. The fingers she'd been ramming forward sank in until the ogress stopped her again. Its feet were moving to kick but it couldn't move an inch. Ailli jammed forward again but couldn't take anymore of the clenched hole. She whipped it twice, on its thighs and to the top of its ass. Each strike her hand slipped in a little further. She added one more strike every time it balked or tried to refuse her. She repeated the process, intent on teaching the monster and focused on claiming it with her touch. 

She got to seven before the ogress had an orgasm from the whip. Its confused howl felt great as her arm slid in up to the elbow. By then it was sweating and wasn't standing still. She got to the end of the hole at ten. The ogress had resorted to wagging and bucking its hips like a happy dog. Nevertheless, just past her elbow the hole finally stopped. Ailli felt the puckered ring of the creature's cervix. It occurred to her as she fingered it, that this was a wall she could get past. She wanted to teach this filthy shameful creature a lesson that would not ever be forgotten. She dropped her whip and rubbed its huge bud. She poked the cervix and the clitoris with her fingers trying to gain entry into each. 

She didn't care that the creature came, how hard, or how many times. She was too focused to notice her own hard-on aching for stimulation. She just kept working her fingers into the tightly puckered holes. 

She was easily able to get one finger into the creatures piss hole. It wouldn't open further so she twiddled her index finger into it, flicked it with her middle finger, or pinched it with her thumb while she, twisted, pulled, and hooked her finger in it. 

The cervix was harder to crack open but quickly got easier. She got one, then two, then three fingers into it. The ogress was howling constantly now and had the cutest hiccups. Ailli's hand and arms were dripping its fluids everywhere. She pulled her finger from the ogress's pisshole. 

Pulling her arm out slightly from the clenching vagina, she bent her elbow. Her cock was really distracting now. She jammed and kissed it against the creature's clitoris, almost jealous of the creature's pleasure. She could feel it clenching its mushy pussy on her arm as it continued to bray. 

Ailli was the type of person to do research, and the enclave's library was perfect for that. Ailli had learned from the books in the enclave library a spell to enlarge her cock. Once cast it gave her the ideal size for her lover. She hadn't demonstrated it for Kassin yet, since Ailli liked a good suck, and Kassin usually did the fucking. Casting it one handed was difficult, but it worked, and she got a nearly two foot long cock the width of her foot.

She pulled her arm from the ogress' crotch and heard a whimper of relief. She chuckled, almost laughing aloud, as she heard it. She looked over at its head and saw its sweaty hair sticking to its face she slapped the top of it's ass to hold the laughter in. 

She lifted her cock for its hole while still giggling. The hips of the ogress were a little too high to be comfortable. She used the handle of the whip on the back of its knees to make it bend them lower. The wet sound of gurgling reminded her to make it take a small step forward. 




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The creature had no idea yet that it wasn't just being given more pain. However, Ailli upon discovering the ogress' cunt at just the right height plunged her cock in to its complete surprise. 

The hot wet cunt felt marvelous and the ogress under her took her length with another surprised howl. Ailli noted the training was going well since the ogress didn't attempt to stop its violation. 

Ailli's oversized cock was also over sensitive, and feeling the pussy in so many more places after the long wait was too much for her. She was only able to get a few satisfying strokes in before she exploded. 

The orgasm was toe curling, but the sensation of shooting what felt like buckets of cum was instantly addictive. She froze jammed deeply into her wheezing lover for literally minutes as gouts and gobs of sperm spurted out her giant cock. 

Ailli understood in an instant, the instinctive fascination of shooting a load of potent sperm into a vagina. She had normally taken blowjobs from Kassin. She was familiar with the desire at the end to shoot deeply until her warm receptive mouth and watch her accept it in her body when she swallowed. The difference now was exponentially amazing. The urge to thrust in her load deeply was compounded by the knowledge that the cervix she was against was loose and open. She also felt the ogress milk her as the flood went in, which made her want to push deeper and deeper. Those feelings, and the magically enlarged cock, kept her orgasm going for much longer then normal, rolling her eyes and lolling her head back despite the lack of intense pleasure compared to a female orgasm.

Finally, she dismounted. Despite feeling like she had ran a full sprint the whole time, she felt marvelous. A pleasant ache of emptiness told her in one shot she had completely relieved herself of seed in the well-adapted creature's pleasure hole. 

She stood feeling the sun and the air on her face with her hands on her hips. A feeling of well being and contentment with the world flooded her. She stared down at her cock as a thing of beauty and wiggled her hips. 

Ailli remembered where she was, and walked around to the front of the ogress to share her mood. There was no expression on its face. The plain field of flesh didn't have the features for showing expressions. The ogress was simply two beady eyes without eyebrows, two nostrils and a wide mouth. The whole face was one color of brown except the very edges around the eyes that was pink. The constant smooth color was without lighting or darkening on the nose, cheekbones, or forehead.

Ogress flinched at the sight of her, and stared at her cock. Ailli only felt disgust looking at it. It needed something to remember her by. She sauntered in a circle around it a few times thinking of what to do. Its nipples grabbed her attention, so she played with them idly. Its abused pussy was swelling shut after the workout trapping her spending. She smiled to herself and dipped her right hand into it getting a handful of her essence. She walked to the front and looked at it again. She grabbed a nipple and pinched hard keeping good pressure. She looked at the creature's face, and spread her cum across and down its forehead letting it drip down its nose and cheeks. The ogress' eyes were moving tying to look at anything but her. Ailli reveled in the creature submissiveness toward her and smiled broadly. Once the ogress licked the dripping cum off its lips, the filthy creature just stopped and looked at her in another unreadable expression. 

Probably begging mercy Ailli thought.



The Champion's Companion Ch. 07



I hope people enjoy this. People who post these stories are looking for many things. I just enjoy comments, and knowing people enjoy the story.

I would like to know, if you do Jack/Jill off that the stories help. If, as you are enjoying yourself, you peal another layer of the dark onion and think to yourself "wow, if only they....".

Leave a comment. You're likely not alone.

It may not be in every segment, but you will certainly see your fetish. I write because I haven't seen non-consent, rape, impregnation, with large/ muscular women in enough stories.

So please enjoy and comment freely. 

I have worked with a great editor to bring this piece out. That person is IMcRout, A great And very helpful person in my humble opinion.

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Marcos was the only man in a group of twenty-one. Kaarthen and Vellina had suddenly become the celebrated leaders of the 'band' of women. They made their pace slowly, the women needed to sleep. Marcos had more sex but the grinding urge to move faster was always nagging him since he knew that the northeastern fort had to be only a day away. 

Their progress was further complicated when they came upon a purity site at a stream. A simple pole with a red rag tied around it was visible from the road. The women were ecstatically happy for the Goddess' blessing to bathe. Marcos was pretty furious since they were within a few miles of the fort.

His fury however, didn't stop him from keeping a watch over the women as they bathed. He watched Kaarthen and Vellina in particular. Despite the sun having been up for a while, mist rose off the water where the women bathed. A stunning backdrop of twenty naked women surrounded Kaarthen. They frolicked and bathed around and in front of her.

Kaarthen was glad to have his attention so directly. She had felt many pushes to make the women forget his presence and try to have fun. Vellina was before her swimming on her back, her hair floated around her. After the women had returned to the road, she casually checked within his robe and found him still quite hard.

The group went directly to the fort. The design of the structure was very simple. A high picket wall made of timbers stood over a mound of dirt as a foundation. Across the top of the foundation, logs were bound standing and leaning into each other. The mound of the foundation made a stand for archers behind the picket. Behind the fence was a large ditch used for the mounds dirt. The road smoothly wound through a gap in the fence, used as a checkpoint. The road went over the ditch and curved around the main entrenchment; a large stonewall surrounded a large slate roofed wooden keep. 

The distance between the inner wall and outer was one hundred and fifty yards, the firing distance of an arrow from the top of the inner wall. The road curved between the two walls before exiting the other side.

From the fort, running southwest was a mound reinforced with sharpened logs. Marcos knew it went well into the forest and defined part of Menthino's border. Despite looking useless, the chest high mound would be extremely difficult to cross with a horse. The mound was also reinforced with considerable magic to notify the patrols and fort. 

Two other permanent emplacements were to the southeast. After those two, all there is are temporary moveable towers guarding the frontier until the Ort turns south. 

A range of hills run south paralleling the Ort to the west before breaking for a small river and the east capital of Lafaust. The heaviest concentrations of troops guard those hills and several large fortresses are linked by tunnels and trenches to create one large citadel.

Entering the fort was easy. Marcos was in uniform and a large amount of border guards are light infantry mainly as archers and rangers. The women were also allowed in but they demurred and sat in the sun near the road. Marcos was asked to report to a young watch officer. The officer wore a gauntlet on his left arm. It was black steel for the light infantry. The gauntlet's design was mostly a frame covering from the elbow to finger tip. At mid forearm, four eyehole slots like those for buttons were made. The holes could take different items or weapons like horse reins, shields, cross bows, courier bags, or blades. 

Marcos noticed his was worn but mostly new. Like most people not expecting him, they treated him like most other rank and file. 

"Soldier, make your report." The officer said from behind his desk.

"I have none."

"But you asked to see the fort commander?" 

"I thought either he or yourself could help."

"What unit are you with? Who needs assistance?"

"I'm not with a unit. I believe I'll need to see the fort commander."

"You're not even showing proper respect to me. Why would I allow you to disgrace the fort commander? He'll have you in stocks if you're wasting his time." 

"Just go get him. I understand as his lieutenant you want to make sure everything is in order."

"You will stay here then until I return, remember whatever training you had for talking to the commander is that understood?" The officer rose and started to leave. "Are you armed? Remove your robe."

For a second, the two stared at each other and Marcos didn't move. Marcos wondered if the officer would try something. He knew he looked suspect, he hadn't looked directly at the officer the whole time, but the officer went on his way. A few minutes later, the fort commander came in with the young officer and one guard following and another positioned outside the door. He took one look at him and kneeled to the guard's and officer's surprise. Marcos felt relief somebody remembered who gave them their gauntlet.

In a blur of administrative activity the commander, a salt and pepper hair veteran, had twenty horses brought out. They were mostly stout draft and carriage horses. However, they were all the fort could spare with the continuous operations needed on a border shared by an active enemy. The moved to the map room in the basement. 

What the map room did using various types of magic, was give a real time bird's eye view from above the clouds of the sector the border fort was responsible. The display took up a section of floor and observers could walk into and over it without problem. They looked down through the clouds like gods as the young officer gave a quick recap of events over the last month in the northwestern sector. The map was not able to play back all events, but it could look closer at places where things took place. It could replay to show intruders as they crossed the mound or any large groups approaching such as his band.

Marcos exited the keep to find the women talking amongst each other and to pairs of guards. He wanted to have the noisy group go ahead perhaps with Vellina if need be. He needed to head south and slightly west to eastern edge of the mountains. The city-state of Grippe was a repository for his gauntlet when he went west, and a city connected by magic to Mavvus. Once there he could dress as the Immortal of Menthino and check on the running of things. He found and told Kaarthen the plan and asked her what she thought. 

Inside she was happy to have Marcos to herself. She again noted she had no familiarity with horses. She didn't mention the goddess' internal library with a long understanding of the millions of ways one can die on, near, or because of horses. Further, she noted they would only be able to take one horse to be fair so they would be better off walking. She said all this while reading Marcos' own surface thoughts, and watched as he smiled behind the leather covering his face.

The women were sad to see him go. They were told that Vellina was immortal and could protect them. They relaxed once they knew they would have an extra horse and, that the way forward was clear. Vellina was happy that four light armored cavalrymen would escort them while she got familiar with the horse. 

The fort's guards were sad to see the women go after only a few hours. However, the women were determined now to press on and get to Cardin while the route was known to be safe and secure. 

Cardin is the city that is on the southern edge of the flood plain. It functioned as the gateway to the interior and a waypoint for those waiting for the flooding to be over. The sprawling city rivaled Mavvus in the late winter when it took in its flood refugees. Cardin was also a huge economic hub storing the grain and produce of the northern flood plain as it prepared to be distributed. In its own right it was a leather producer, they used the many empty houses used for the flood refugees as drying houses and freezers during the late spring through early winter. A canal also connected Cardin to the sea through Mavvus.

Marcos and Kaarthen were then alone and able to share a dinner offered by the fort commander. They wound up staying the night. 

"I am happy to be able to sleep in a real bed. It's been so long." Kaarthen said jumping on the narrow bed along the wall.

"The room I have in Mavvus would be much more splendid." Marcos pointed out.

"Really? Tell me about that place as we go to bed." 

"The tower is built into the inner wall in the capital's citadel. It is larger in diameter than the inner wall of this border fort. Inside the tower, I have my own armory, library, dungeon, and practice rooms, and my own personal temple. The roof has rain collectors, and even a garden. I also have one-way transports to Grippe to the west, Cardin to the north, Leethon to the southwest, Lafaust to the east, and Pessilberg on the coast to the south."

"Why one way? We could be back by now."

"The Citadel of Mavvus is impregnable. I didn't want a back door leading into my home. Besides we're immortal now, time is a convenience. When you start counting time by decades and centuries, you'll understand."

Kaarthen knew, though he didn't say, that he almost never stayed in the tower. In fact, despite that entire tower was his, he was usually lonely and spent time in the royal Dark Mother's temple acting like statues and breeding a collection of women for exotic beauty.

"I got a robe for you. I cut it so your breasts could breathe a little." He said staring. Her bosoms were exposed along the undersides without her chest wrap. She at first wanted to put her mantle under it or over, but a remark about being choked with it made her leave it. 

"You look sexier that way." Marcos said grinning lecherously. 

The sides of the breasts were uncovered by the side gaps and always threatening to expose her as she moved.

"What's in this thing? It weighs a ton."

"Oh, right, it conceals the armor on the inside."

Marcos opened a worn edge on his to show her a quarter inch thick chainmail slab that protected the chest and attached to a dense wool fabric backing with similar sized back piece. The outer shell was thin as silk and oversized to conceal the armor. 

"So with that you get excellent protection from arrows and such. The outer fabric twists around arrows that do go in and helps in the removal of the missiles and protects from poisons."

Marcos showed how the fabric was very strong and hard to pierce but wouldn't stop a wound. 

"It also on the inside has many subtle cleverly placed pockets. For knives, throwing darts, some have places for swords, mine has a water bag, and I also carry a map." 

"Marcos, why does an immortal wear armor?"

"In this day and age there aren't lots of Champions running around. People aren't familiar with our limitations, unlike vampires or elves. I can be killed, but it would take another Champion to pull it off." Marcos said. "The main reason I wear armor is to fit in. I want people to think I'm as fragile as they are. It makes them less likely to seek some creative solution. I don't want someone bringing up a volcano for me to fall in or dropping mountains to bury me." Marcos mused. "I want them to come try and stab me. I want them to come close and die like the rest with surprise on their face."

After considering all this Kaarthen took off the robe, stood topless with her proud breasts swaying, and asked, "Marcos please relive my pressure. It has been to long."

She stopped him as he stepped forward.

"First, could you remove the robe and leather? Now that I know what all that stuff is I don't want to go to bed with it." Kaarthen said. She gestured to his Safi armor, noting a sink for it to stay wet. 

Marcos happily obliged and they got on the narrow bed together. Marcos lay between her legs suckling contently. 

"Since I'm naked, I want you to be fair and remove the loincloth protecting your nether. That would help us both get comfortable, on our way to sleep." Marcos said to her, he was already untying her loincloth anyway.

Kaarthen giggled and cupped her breasts for him and raised her hips. Marcos enjoyed the warmth of her body. She always seemed warm especially in the breasts. Looking up from her stomach they looked like the onion domed buildings of Dar Delis. From above they were perfectly round. Kaarthen's breasts were like a young girl who barely started growing and had cones. Only Kaarthen's were bigger than her head and their base extended off her chest to the sides and front. They were also slightly rounded all around from their own mass. Pale puffy nipples capping the tops were gloriously exotic. The rare inverted nipples were a pleasure to play with. Marcos noted how she always had an orgasm when he sucked out the nipples to stand free. The thick teats were the size of fingertips and rubbery, they both enjoyed his light chewing. In fact, Marcos noted she had an orgasm with almost anything he did.

He scooted down her body to stare at her pussy. 

Marcos hadn't gone down on a woman in years he suddenly noticed. Marcos had a harem in Mavvus of beautiful exotic women he bred. He'd known for a while they weren't quite normal, they were in effect loyal dolls constantly striving for attention. Some were quite clever, and even his rejects were some of the most expensive and skilled courtesans in the world. He had bred out major strains of jealousy and drama inducing social climbing at great expense. He had trained a majority of them in death arts, primarily for their feelings of closeness, secondarily for protection. 

The training allowed them out of the tower. Usually they went to the Dark Mother's temple, learned further skills, and heard current palace rumors and intrigue from the many assassins and thieves who loitered in the side chambers. They were also required to play music or dance for the celebrations at the temple. They all had a hero worship mentality for him. Most people are not extremely aware of the person who keeps them, provided for, and arranged for their birth. The fact that they are, means a mixed bag of calming religious and erotic harem atmospheres is usual when he is present. 

Some other noble women and rich matrons seduce him for novelty or apparent power building. Therefore, the women he had were usually very aroused just being in his presence, and wanted him in them. They could lick themselves if he was gone and usually they did enjoy playing amongst each other.

Kaarthen's pussy was wet and very pale. As Marcos started to lick and spread it he noticed how the flesh inside was a grayish purple like the rings of her nipples. Oddly, Kaarthen stopped him.

"I can play with girls whenever I want. I spent a whole lifetime with them, and the last few days to boot. I want you inside of me. I want your seed." Kaarthen said, after she pulled him up to kiss her. 

She reached between them and tugged his cock to her body.

"You always make me happy this way." She said kissing him. 

She brought her knees up to her sides. Her very open body seemed to suck him in. He always marveled at how her whole body seemed so receptive to him. Her pussy was so wet and yet it felt so tight. Her pussy once it had him, squeezed, and sucked him in further. Lying, atop her was a dream. Marcos was allowed to alternate between her breasts and kissing her. He could, especially when her mammoth pointed breasts were being sucked, see her beautiful body. The contrasting colors of her body always mesmerized him. When she spoke of it, she was always proud her mother harvested a drow. She also told stories of how sneaky it helped her become at night as she grew up. He noticed in any direct light the pale surface of her skin shone, but in the shadows and times of low light, she might as well be a drow herself. 

Marcos also gauged how full her breasts were to how dark they were.

"I think the Dark Mother made a good choice in sending you along. I think I could use a companion, especially since you bring fresh milk."

That's good, but you should keep fucking your companion. I'd like to get out on the road early, and see these tinkerers." 

"Hhmm...no problem."

Marcos picked up the pace and her pussy did the rest. Before too long he came deep inside her. They lay with each other as they went to sleep. Marcos was satisfied. His cock was inside an amazing pussy that suckled him to sleep.

The morning came quickly. The fort was always in round the clock operations. Marcos and Kaarthen left before the sun came up and walked a little slower eating warm breads. They picked up the pace by the time the sun came up and were well along. 

"I figure if we went midday to sunrise it would be a quick journey of three days. I figured it would take two days to get back to Mavvus using the roads. We'll be traveling pretty fast since we're in effect traveling twice as long as regular. The only way our speed could get better is if we could find horses that didn't need rest or that didn't sleep." He noted as they walked.

Two days into the trip, he felt some thing moving towards them from up ahead. The lands of chaos that border Menthino were hemmed in by a river. Every once and a while, creatures from those harsh lands come across the water searching for, or becoming food. Usually they're lost and on their way to meet questing adventurers seeking to make a name for themselves.

"Kaarthen, arm yourself. There is some thing up ahead coming towards us." Marcos said.

"Do you know what they are?"

"Not friendly and not human either."

They continued forward. Marcos kept his hands in his robe, and Kaarthen had her Lourndai out. The sun was low enough for the for the mountain air to get cool again. They came over a rise to spot a family of wolvers. Bipedal and animal-like, usually wolvers are attacked by farmers who think them werewolves. They are omnivorous, but only eat grasses for digestion and rarely attack humans except in famine. Short stubby six inch tails protrude from the hindquarters. Thin long dark hair covers their bodies.

This family had an alpha with a thick black mane, three shorter haired females, a scruffy adolescent male, and a nursing cub. They sat in the long grasses off the road near the forest they lived in. Marcos thought that this close to the mountains they might have been displaced by the hunting creature that came out of the mountains in the summer.

As they continued even further they heard yelps from behind. To the right, charging the wolvers was a group of trolls. There were only ten of the jabbering creatures. Trolls are average man size. They were sickly yellow, with thick toadlike skin, long floppy ears, and a long hooked beak-like nose. They wore animal pelt loincloths and skirts. Most had spears or axes, and sparse long black hair trailing to their mid back. The trolls changed course for the humans as they drew near. 

"Well that explains it!" Marcos shouted as the trolls closed in, glad to not look like a fool. The wolvers ran in the opposite direction along the road. The alpha obviously had a more defensive outlook. Marcos and Kaarthen stood to the side of the road. He didn't need to explain the obvious advantages of keeping the enemy off solid ground.




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The trolls closed in through the tall grass. They used primitive but lethal stone axes and spears. Kaarthen kept Lourndai close as they stopped within range. Her posture was similar to dealing with the temple women. The trolls moved to surround them. Marcos and Kaarthen sidestepped apart to keep the trolls in front. 

The trolls grew impatient and jumped. The ones on Kaarthen's side were caught in a double swing that crossed their chests and legs. The heavy magical blade didn't bounce or ricochet as it sliced necks, chest cavities, and severed legs. As she brought the blade back, she swung it across her body and then spun around with it. Four trolls lay dead or dying and only two more faced her.

Across from her Marcos was having fun. Four trolls had attacked, two at a time. Fighting in his usual unarmed style, Marcos had brought a knife hand down and knocked the point of the lead troll's spear down and away to the right. He caught the troll's forward hand and swung the troll around and away across his body to the left. He followed with grabbing its upper arm at the shoulder and dealt him a sidekick to crush its knee. The second troll to his left hacked at him with an overhead chop. Marcos leaned back for it to miss and stepped past it on the right, clotheslining the creature with a bent elbow to the throat. He stepped into troll number three and grabbed its axe as he pushed it by the side of the head into number four. He brought the ax into a side arms slash that caught number four in the neck and allowed him from there to then to drop it into the back of number three's head. He spun quickly and took a step bringing the ax through the back of number five's left knee.

Kaarthen killed the last troll by sidestepping and catching its center thrust with her left hand and jabbing Lourndai into its upper chest with her right. She twisted and removed the massive blade when the troll was on the ground. Marcos dropped the ax knowing the wolvers would finish the two he disabled.

"So are you ready? I think those wolvers will be along to make sure theses don't go to waste." Marcos said casually.

"I want to have sex when we get to Grippe." Kaarthen said offhand, as she cleaned the blade in a troll's loincloth. She stared curiously at the odd hairy tab of flesh she saw underneath it.

"Well we'll be there by sunrise. The forest is ending here. A few hills and we'll hit Grippe at the base of the mountains. In fact, we'll be there just after the sun goes down if you quit staring." Marcos replied watching her.

The two set off, and as the sun was going down, they came to the top of a hill and saw the lights of Grippe set in the base of a mountain.

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Ailli stalked her prey along the rocks and among the statues in the early morning hours. Earlier she had hunted with Kassin and found a hunting party of elves. They were settled in for the night and had two small fires. The group of eight was average for what they found. They were settling in for the night, and the fire was just embers when they attacked. Kassin mowed through killing five confused, sleeping, unarmed elves. Ailli came in riding the wave of destruction with her. They had as usual killed everything, and had nothing to harvest. As trophies, Kassin had started collecting the curved double-edged daggers the elves carried. 

The two women that day didn't have sex since they had gone so much further then usual. That was the reason Ailli was hunting now. Lately, she needed a little sex to help her to bed. She found it by using the ogress.

Kassin had several days ago brought the ogress into the temple for a ceremony. She had chained it straddling the altar with its ass hanging off the edge. The arms were bound crossing its back and tied wrist to elbow on either side. She had also used a shackle as an o-ring in its mouth, and bound it by the back of the neck to the altar. Another chain wrapped around the creature's waist and snaked though its arms for insurance. All the chains and shackles were magically bonded and reinforced. 

The ceremony was quick. It was a modified elven ritual making the ogress a protector of the enclave. Usually the ritual is for bonds with forest magical creatures, stags, wolves, bears, or tigers. The ogress' new focus would now be protecting the enclave and its inhabitants. The other parts of the ritual made the creature just short of immortal by giving it huge boosts to strength and rejuvenation. The ogress was now a phenomenally powerful and loyal creature that fed off energy from the enclave. Kassin had obliged Ailli in a little celebration for the ritual with their new protector.

"She'll suck your dick Kassin, or I will. Let's get her in the mood." Ailli said undressing, Kassin followed suit.

"Alright, what are you gonna do at that end? Your cock can't do much for something like this."

"True enough, but I have my ways. If that doesn't work we'll double team it and I'll fuck its ass."

"Anal? Wow, I see where your confidence from the last day or so came from. I suppose it was you, fucking it when it was on the pole." 

Kassin straddled the altar and stuck her cock in the ogress' mouth. The danger was very exciting. The ogress had a blank face and its jaws were stout obviously good at chomping bone. Without the magic in the shackle, even steel would collapse.

"Let me help you both enjoy this more." Ailli said. She snaked in her hand, grabbed the Kassin's cock, and enlarged it to fill the hole. It extended to fifteen inches down the throat of the surprised ogress. 

"Don't let her fool you. She did this plenty of times when she wanted food or water out there."

Kassin smiled. "She's doing it. I can feel her tongue, this feels great."

"Good, I'll be back here working her holes"

Ailli got back and extended herself to the nearly two-foot monster that was as wide as her foot, the ogress had become accustomed with. The ogress always shamefully aroused itself for submission around her. It was trained now to get wet by scent or sight. The filthy creature quickly got warmed up and its nasty frothy hole started winking and dripping its invitation. Ailli however, had self-control and she showed it. She showed it by only running her cock around the slit getting her wet. The creature would know after today who it belonged to. She fingered its pisshole surrounded by its donut shaped clitoris. By now, it was getting big enough for two fingers and soon she'd fuck that too.

"Wow, what are you doing back there? She's gotten real excited." Kassin said leaning forward pumping its face with both hands on the ogress' shoulder blades.

"Just wait, you'll be glad this thing's strapped down in a minute." Ailli said and with a half step, buggered the helpless creature.

True to her word, the creature attempted to buck as Ailli burrowed herself in. The anal cavity on the creature was probably also intended for submission. Ailli got into it without any clamping or attempts to push her cock out. The cavity had bumps and it seemed to be bleeding or self-lubricating as she worked herself in and out. She spread the ogress' cheeks to get a good look at her cock-laying claim to the creature's ass.

Kassin came loudly jamming her cock down its throat. The ogress climaxed as well gagging wetly and clamped Ailli's cock so hard it arrested all movement. Ailli was then triggered and a long orgasm spewing buckets of cum made her weak kneed. It was still going when she fell back into the water, cum oozed down her cock onto her swollen slit.

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Now, hunting the ogress was her morning ritual. Kassin seldom took part, and never let her use the whip when she did. The ogress had learned to be sneaky. The constant hunting had improved her actual hunting and harvesting.

She found it by the noisy waterfalls in the north end of the enclave. She stalked in close and got her whip around its neck quickly. The ogress then dropped to its hands and knees. The loyalty of the bond stopped it from fighting back. It had also quickly learned from the beginning she didn't tolerate struggling. Ailli walked in close, the memory of taking it for the first time was replaying. The monsters constantly wet hole was begging her attention. First, she pushed its head down and fingered its clit. The creature always liked the stimulation. She realized it wasn't constantly being fucked throughout the day. Therefore, these mornings were good releases for both of them.

She left her cock unmodified and hefted it to its pussy. The ogress bounced back when she touched it. She got the ogress hot when she rubbed it, now it was getting demanding. She pulled back and slapped its ass. It mumbled a moan. She rubbed its clitoris more to get it real hot. The ogress leaned into the feeling. The beasts need for a climax was starting to rule it. She gave it one and let it enjoy the bliss. She started giggling as it calmed itself.

She shoved her cock at its clitoris. Its small hole opened up only a little, and the monster tried to jump back. Ailli found stepping, kneeling, or stomping on the backs of its knees or ankles was good for stopping any movement. She shoved again harder and the unmistakable tremor of an orgasm went through its back. Pained moaning was hidden in the confused climax. Ailli didn't give it rest, and with five more brutal thrusts, she was seated halfway in the pisshole of the monster. She gave it more short quick thrusts deepening herself within it. The whole time the ogress' pussy gushed its shame and exploded out over her. By accident, her cock slipped out and they rested for a moment leaning into each other. 

She cast her cock to its monster size and mounted the ogress properly. She felt the pussy was much wetter then before. The ogress rocked back into her with resignation, it was already quite well fucked and already exhausted. She grabbed the whip and used it around its neck as reins to force herself deeper until her nearly two-foot cock nuzzled the slack mouth of its womb. With that goal before her, she pushed harder and harder to gain the entrance to that hole. She pushed through slightly as the ogress came. The whole of its vagina squeezed and sucked urging her to climax. The mouth of the womb was closed tight around the tip of her fist-sized cock. She knew that if this ogress could get pregnant, now was the time it would happen. She released her load into it with short deep strokes while lolling her head moaning and sighing.

It was in that position that Caris and the Traveling temple Sisters found them. With Ailli choking a ogress on its hand and knees with her whip around its neck, moaning her satisfaction as she arched herself deep into it. She collapsed on to its back before pushing of it and slapping its ass. The women stared at her massive cock as she unwound her whip and sat back to catch her breath. The ogress dragged itself off into the water.

Alli propped herself up. The blissful feeling of contentment kept her usual nervousness at bay. "And what, are your names?" she asked.



The Champion's Companion Ch. 08



Marcos and Kaarthen got to Grippe on the edge of the chaotic lands after the main gates had closed. 

"So, I thought you were important?" Kaarthen said noticing he wasn't even trying to present himself to the gate.

"This close to the lands of chaos they don't speak to two people in black who stroll up after dark. Nevertheless, that doesn't matter. Let me ask you: if there is a way in, and if that way was quick but dangerous, what would you say?"

"I thought we were immortal? But that doesn't matter I'll follow you." Kaarthen said. Inside she was curious.

"Come along." Marcos said with gleeful mischievousness.

They followed the wall until they came to a cemetery outside the city.

"Grippe is inside the lands of Menthino, they represent themselves in court, and pay a portion for the common defense. Nevertheless, they didn't ever give rights for anyone to come in openly. About six hundred years ago, an epidemic swept through here and the city called in others to help in the crisis. The city of Leethon sent people. Half of them were state spies. They cut several tombstones that lay against the city wall in an intentionally useful manner."

"Why do you trust them so much if they are so inconvenient?" asked Kaarthen

"Grippe is not a city in the traditional sense. They are a mining company set forth last cycle. However, that's what makes them good for my purposes, they survived. Not completely, they don't know or remember that they are the oldest city, but they still mine. They have better than six in ten of surviving a cycle perhaps even eight in ten. Therefore, I bought the city."

"So, again, why are we sneaking in?" Kaarthen said following him up onto a mausoleum.

"The only two ways it could be destroyed is by disease from the inside, which is controlled hopefully by the walls and really isn't a complete loss. The other way is internal unrest that continues for extended period. If that happens, I will kill whomever I have to, to keep the city secure." Marcos said hopping to the top of another statue. 

"I collected a great many powerful and useful things here, weapons mostly. I thought one day Dark Mother would be challenged and the god would have a champion I couldn't beat directly. Now, for whatever reason that hasn't happened, but I can't destroy this stuff." Marcos huffed, and jumped up to the top of the wall. They were several meters high in the air. Around them pale moonlight illuminated hills and trees. In the city, lights and noises of a movement were everywhere. "The security is all completely necessary. You'll find the people of Grippe don't get out much and are usually ignored if they do." Marcos waited for Kaarthen to traverse the tricky climb.

"They value usable technology and the like to show it off. They like the attention they get for it, so lots of them would be trying to show off for a new face. So just smile and please don't ask questions."

"Interesting, but Marcos, why leave a way in?" Kaarthen asked after she jumped over. The way down was easier and nobody was around.

"Because now, only I know about it." Marcos said starting ahead.

The two slinked through the night. Flameless candles and streetlights fascinated Kaarthen. All the work was done in shiny brass with exposed parts that boggled the mind with the complexity. Some lit windows showed contraptions everywhere lining walls and tables. 

The people rode odd chairs with wheels that moved. Their feet spun a chain that moved the strange craft. Everyone seemed to have one. The crafts varied in size from those pulling carts or some so small one had to stand atop it, there were no horses in sight. The many crafts all made a racket as the metal or wood wheels scratched and ground over the paved cobbled stones. The loudest noises were from whistling noises like giant teakettles off in the distance.

The two earned a few odd looks from the residents as they made their way further into the city. Most women were dressed in tight swooping dresses with narrow flowing skirts that emphasized their hips and bosoms. The men were covered head to toe in layers of buttoned jackets, hat, and long skinny pants. Lots of people wore goggles on their foreheads or on their eyes as they rode around. The people were all of various colors but they didn't seem to have tans. Even the darkest brown-skinned people seemed to have none of that vibrancy of time in the sun.

They arrived in a large open square that had a large bank, municipal town hall, and stage with a seating area for gatherings lining the edges. A fourth building sat back behind zigzagged stairs and a tall iron wrought fence atop a stout stonewall. On two sides, large wooden drawbridges were raised for service deliveries. One brought things to the front. The other entrance was cleverly sectioned off. It ran towards the back of the four stories tall, stone building on the left side. Directly behind the rectangular structure the stone face of mountain seemed to butt up against the back.

This remarkable and at the same time subtle building was where Marcos led. He produced a key at the outer gate and they walked in. Marcos took her around the side of the extended entranceway to a glass door that looked much more like one of the full-length windows. He opened it and ushered a gawking open-mouthed Kaarthen inside.

Kaarthen was shocked, and the wonder wore off as she stepped in. The interior of the building was not furnished. It was a barren cave like passage. Before them, was a solid seamless stone cut square that made a passage for Marcos to walk along. Just as they entered the passage, a gap between the cave and the fake building's facade caught Kaarthen's eye. Looking up, Kaarthen could see lamps lighting all the windows visible from outside. 

Following the passage to the left, then turning right, they reached the perimeter of this disguised building. Kaarthen could make out stairs taking them down. After fifty steps, they reached a door on the right that Marcos opened. Inside looked very much like an elaborate high temple.

"Wow I'm sure the goddess would be proud of your piety." Kaarthen said looking around. She reflected real internal thoughts of wonder at what her champion had been doing. 

Before her were hundreds of various statues. All the statues were from different cycles, and were done beautifully. All the aspects were represented. Seductive coy femininity, wantonly lewd maternal fertility, and stoic severe death. Some times the statues were rendered obviously pregnant. 

The wall was covered in mosaics and portraits of her full form. She sat in a black toga. Her body was her ebony skin and floating obsidian hair with the pitch-black voids of eyes and silver mirrors of pupils. Some were done in the traditional three-armed form with her sitting, pinching an exposed nipple between her thumb and fingers of her left hand, delivering birth to a skull with one right hand, the second right arm was raised holding up a rose.

That gave her pause.

"I have seen lots of images of the Dark Mother, never have I seen her with a rose in the third hand. It was always done with a downward dagger or an up held sword." Kaarthen commented quietly.

She saw another portrait. It was not as well done, and almost hidden, but it reminded her of others for some reason. Looking back and forth the Goddess was who noticed it.

"You did the paintings yourself, didn't you?" Kaarthen said truly amazed. 

The background was the common feature. It was the same temple as when they first met. In others the main temple in Mavvus was the background or clearly over her shoulder. The pictures and portraits varied in size growing in style and detail, culminating in the complicated mosaic on the long wall. 

"I did it all myself. This is where I have stayed as two cycles started. Only that one is not mine, an artisan gave it to me." He said, indicating an excellent work. The goddess only once had him go to Dar Delis. However, the portrait was coldly generic and vague in accuracy compared to the others.

"But why the rose? You can't even see if it's dark red or black." Kaarthen said squinting and stepping forward.

"A long time ago I was unable to have healthy children and I felt cursed. Remember, when I was first... created, the children I had were vampires. I know that an immortal depressed over their conditions, or eternal existence is an odd thing but it happens." Marcos walked over to stand next to her looking at the painting. "I wanted perfection, I asked Dark Mother to give me mortal children, as normal as others. She did, but she did not allow me to take wives after that. I was quite surprised that she had you become my Companion. I meditated a lot over it and that dark form never returned. After that, it was always her other aspect of Death that dealt with me. I thought perhaps if they were separate aspects, my Host couldn't be close to me for some reason and withheld herself. It seemed she wanted me to be a tool and act as a tool. In addition, it seemed she wanted me to be hers alone. I thought when I reached that part of the portrait she killed my love and yet she perhaps loved me. The rose fit the aspect. I had thought about displaying it. Women, especially those in power who feel they can't, act in similar ways when their emotions become powerful. I have known many queens and nobles who thought themselves above impulse and emotion. Their efforts and training for control naturally try to inhibit that whimsical, or primal feeling. Usually bad things happen when it's repressed too much. They become excessively distant and cold, or obsessive when they want to be closer and warm. People of power, or responsibility are always taught little of love, they think it a distraction. Uncontrolled and unexpected it is much more insidious than a distraction. I think it is no different from horse riding. You aren't really in control, the horse very easily could kill you, but you may guide and hope the rules are common between both of you. If you're able to train yourself with schedules and limited timely satisfactions, love can be fulfilling as you continue your work. Like any addiction, I suppose. So to answer your question, it is both red and black."

"I see I like it." Kaarthen sobbed quietly, and turned away. Internally the Goddess was weeping over his story. It seemed mostly sad for taking so long to come to him, and it was greatly conflicted over admitting its presence.

"I'm really glad you like it. I feel it is for you. I thought you would perhaps enjoy it." Marcos said looking on the painting and smiling.

A pregnant pause hung and Kaarthen froze suddenly, with every sense on full alert. Her mind replayed every time he looked at her or she felt his gaze, every word shared or its tone.

"Does he know?" They both thought together.

"Come on, this place isn't a temple. I want to show you a few other pieces." Marcos said internalizing the tension. The Goddess had never had an aspect for guile or subterfuge. Giving him a companion who was identical to her aspect was more than sheer vanity. The Goddess likely wanted a reminder nearby.

The repository of statues and paintings ended with two short stairs leading down. A flat area with metal carriages that looked heavy and solid arrayed in neat rows. They seemed ready to pour out some door and have free reign on the countryside.

As they walked in an old man was sitting on a bulky metal carriage smoking a pipe. "Welcome back. I see you found a woman." Said the obviously blind man. He hoped off the carriage. 

"Yes, it was a long trip or a short one depending on things. You have kept the place well in shape." Marcos said looking thing over. He seemed to take pride in the metal carriages. "We'll be going upstairs and returning shortly. I'll need my Title box if you please." He added after rubbing a carriage.

The old man had perked at the mention of 'upstairs', but went wordlessly to the shadows and returned silently with a black footlocker three and a half feet wide and two deep. He placed it before them and backed away to the metal carriage to resume his smoking. 

Marcos opened it. Inside was a gleaming gauntlet. It lay at the bottom edge it was an open frame with three struts coming down the upper forearm to the articulated wrist, hand, and finger sections. The fingers had tiny sharp claws and all joints were spun out of the way to not be visible or covered in flaps. The underside had three buttonholes across the wrist; behind the holes, the forearm was plated to the elbow. Just past the elbow, a framed semicircle plate had a silver crown on the seat of a throne with sun-like rays along the edge of the semicircle.

"Wow! Is that gold?" Kaarthen asked wide-eyed.

"Yes, but it's only plated in certain parts. You'll soon see all army officers have one of these. The Royal family has gold. I am among other things the chief patron of the Royal family. This country was founded by me but I don't waste all my energy running it." 

"So the king just does what he wants and you wear this?" Kaarthen asked

"Kind of like that. First, you must know there are a king and queen. The King is the Immortal Crown of Menthino. He is also the lead general and I am the chief. He is required on the field for any campaign. I raise and train all eligible men for the crown. I also crown them. And, despite clear instructions I have eight times so far had to kill them." Said Marcos. He placed the gauntlet on, pulled out individual straightened wires, and bound parts that came together along the bottom. He pulled out another robe and a behind the back crossed sword holster

"The Queen is the Noble Sister of the Eternal throne of Casspil. Despite what that sounds like, she really just does ceremonies to the Goddess. In state affairs, she usually handles trade and diplomatic functions. In war, her powers are nearly nullified. The King handles the Court and tasks military preparedness but cannot invade until that happens. Technically, the Queen is sovereign of the eastern portion of Menthino into Alcanton. That land was part of Casspil, but Alcanton was never developed. It is an entangling mess every time it's attacked. Since it cannot be held, I integrated the two royals. The Queen is by now, not even remotely related to the King. They are however, intentionally raised as if they are brother and sister. Upon the coming of age of the future Queen, I take the girl on a secret journey through the lands of Alcanton. It's one of the last times usually they ever leave the capital until they are crowned in Dar Delis. After that, most queens never get to leave Menthino."

Marcos had finished dressing. He wore a traditional hooded black robe that ended below his knees, and was split in the back up the middle. Two blades were crossed behind him and poke out slits below his elbow. Both were single edged and full-length. One was a Menthino straight sword of black steel. The other was a slightly curved specialty sword.

The robe tucked into the elbow subtly accentuating the gauntlet. The swords, when drawn, slid cleanly and the sheaths tipped up through the split in his robe. 

"Well let's see what changed upstairs." Marcos said now fully dressed. Turning to the back, he opened an armoire, walked into it, and gestured for Kaarthen to follow. Incredulous, she got in too and was surprised by a jolt and the armoire started to elevate. A few moments later, they stepped out into a mostly empty interior of the building above.

"So this is the mine?"

"Yes the city boils the rock dust and it releases stuff that can be burned which then boils more water. All that comes from another much larger mine, this is just a tunnel now. Here? Could you sit here please?" Marcos said, indicating to Kaarthen a contraption with a chair seat and a bar for her feet to rest. She was confused looking at it even the wheels had spindly lines going everywhere.

"This is interesting, those crafts outside were a lot louder," Kaarthen said, noting the ride was smooth and quiet.

"That's because this one uses a lubricated chain, and has tires softened for durability."

"So what's up ahead?" Kaarthen said trying to take her mind off the weird flying sensation. She felt kind of sick with the odd sensation and could feel herself getting dizzy.

"A weapons storage and recovery vault holding some of the most powerful weapons of the last six cycles. Some were forbidden even then." Marcos said pulling up to the end of the giant tunnel. 

A steel door stood at the end next to a mammoth set of double doors. Marcos opened it with a key from his gauntlet.

"I'm showing you this in hope that if the Goddess knows something I don't or something happens to me you can get here and fight it out."

"What could happen?"

"Whatever happens?" Marcos answered cryptically.

Marcos opened the door. Inside a vast workshop was laid out with various weapons and oddities in various states of assembly. The room had a hundred foot ceiling and extended for almost half a mile back into the mountain. 

A man came up wearing goggles that magnified his eyes making his pupils take up the whole lens. He stopped a few feet away and addressed them.

"Hello sir! Back already I see! We have done marvelous things since your last visit and we're ready for the test!"

Quickly he hurried them to another room and set about bustling and clearing a spot on the floor for them to stand. The room was not wide but long and narrow. On the far wall, a platform like a bed stuck out and tarp covered a large round cylinder underneath. To either side of the platform holes were cut into the walls large enough for the bed sized platform to side through. The cylinder continued through the holes, but was exposed at either end.

"I thought this room would be perfect for the test. Let me just take the tarp off...Now as you can see this is a large cylinder dart. Its full length is twenty-six feet but as you instructed sir, we removed what you called the 'warhead'. We analyzed and studied the propulsion end and found that this was made to go to only one place when it was made. We figured political tensions must have been high to create and keep a weapon facing one city. We also recovered from the 'silo' as you called it, references to Astrokos, with world maps of incredible detail. Two computers were recovered and we are using a decryption computer to understand the language." The man finished proudly.

"I see, Ham this is my Companion Kaarthen. From now on, if you see her or she needs help be sure to do what she asks." Marcos said gesturing. "I'm glad things are going well, I was down stairs and saw everything was clean tidy and nothing had rust. I know it's hard to keep things out their ready." Marcos clapped him on the back.

"Be sure to enjoy your companions too once in a while." Marcos said turning to leave.

"Sir! You don't want to test it?" Ham implored.

"We can't test it in here Ham"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Ham, it will get very hot and likely suffocate us. Please return it, and concentrate on the 'warhead'"

Marcos left Ham in the room and Kaarthen followed him back into the large workshop. They walked past dozens of men and women busily staring and attending to the parts and pieces before them. 

Walking to the far end of the cavernous room he finally reached another door. He walked in and Kaarthen found that there were several buildings inside the cavernous room. They had a lived in look with clothes hanging on strings. Several women wearing colorful robes were working gathering water, or in fields of green under bright lights. The front building was a grey stone though it was smooth and seamless. It was five stories and was forty yards wide with double doors in the center. It had several balconies along the front with tapestries hanging. Several more structures that were similar were behind it in lengthwise rows. 




The Champion's Companion Ch. 08



Marcos walked into the open doors at the center of the building in front. Kaarthen realized that the center area was open all the way up like a small internal courtyard. Four floors of apartments had open areas to look down on them. They went through a sturdy gate and took tight zigzagging stairs to the third floor. Marcos opened the gate and inside was a large open square area. It had a square hole going down to the entranceway with railings around the sides. At every corner were doors and directly opposite the stairway was a balcony. 

Marcos led her to the room to the right, opened the door, and removed his weapons and armor, put on a robe. He gave her a robe. She also undressed and felt comfortable in it for the first time in a while despite how Marcos used the time to stare. They continued further and Kaarthen noticed they were in a converted apartment with cooking areas and converted bedrooms. They stood in the main room, that was long and narrow with the cooking area and wash area to the left and two rooms at the end. It was now an armory with some of the weirdest and deadliest weapons she'd seen. The bedrooms also had even more weapons. The cooking and wash areas were changed for weapon maintenance. 

"These are all the weapons that I personally owned."

"What about everything outside? Isn't that also yours?"

"Yes, some of it out there is things being repaired or studied. Most, like that dart Ham wanted to test were recovered from this mountain. Others were brought here from all over the world. These areas of mountains don't have earthquakes, so this is a safe place to keep things."

They walked out after Kaarthen had looked and touched everything. They went into the room to the right away from the door. Inside was an identical set up with a feel of comfort for living in.

"This is where I spent a lot of time between cycles. I thought up some of the best features of Menthino or new paintings or sculptures. Those people and their families down there have worked their whole lives in here. Sometimes they go out to see the city and I don't stop them. The people of Grippe are by nature very comfortable underground. Most of what they do is done at night, and they work best outdoors when it is cloudy. The real reason for that is they all at one time came from down here." Marcos explained.

He walked through the room carefully removing dust covers and opening windows. All the furniture was stone, cushioned with plush leather or silk. In place of chairs or tables and desks were stone platforms, benches, and pedestals. 

He lay across a bed of silk and gestured for her to come over. Kaarthen lay next to him and allowed her robe to open. The robe was parted by the weight of her breasts and the right breast was exposed as she rolled to face him on her side.

Marcos looked at her. Neither needed candles. In the darkness, her hair was black. Her skin had nothing to reflect and the darkness within won out and absorbed the light around it. She looked almost drow like. Her pupils shone almost as bright as mithril but with their own light. He reached and flicked back the rest of her robe exposing the rest of her body. The unique feminine silhouette of a woman on her side was immensely erotic. Her near silent breathing was only noticeable by the panting heaves of movement. Her legs moved, rubbing her thighs in a manner of a hot woman.

She reached forward and opened his robe. Untying the knot, she focused on exposing no more then his cock. She rubbed and yanked on his hardening cock until it started lubricating. Kaarthen's eyes stayed completely focused on it as she cupped his balls. She leaned in further to it and sucked it into her mouth. She bobbed on the head in her awkward position then reached over with her left and pushed him over. An image of him laying flat with his hands behind his head blocked her vision. She removed her robe and sat on her feet between his legs, and bent forward till her breasts were on his hips and she could suck him. 

She slid both hands along his body until one was flat under his balls and the other was palm down against the top of his cock. Sucking him into her mouth, she bobbed with more and more speed and depth. She sucked him deep into her throat and went faster still. She didn't gag even when her nose went to his hairs. She knew the goddess was responsible. 

She was by now sitting up on her knees bent at the waist using her whole upper body to take his cock. Marcos was nearly about to cum but his peak slipped through his fingers despite Kaarthen's unrelenting efforts. She gave him one long suck from root to tip and sat back. Marcos was glad for the short breather. He felt her move and straddle him. His cock went from vaguely cold with moisture to hot and wet within her boiling body. Her heavy breasts fell over his face as she fell forward and her pussy lifted into a rhythm.

Marcos thrust up into her as she dropped and for ten minutes, they fucked as Marcos sucked her teats. Kaarthen saw waves of images from Marcos and the goddess. In the images she was there doing various things. She went from pregnant to standing bathed in blood on a battlefield with Marcos. The clothes changed with her armor and weapons in the images. Nevertheless, she always smiled darkly. She saw herself naked many times, in many positions, usually not alone. She saw other pregnant women with her and they all made love to Marcos. They all harvested his seed.

Few people could say sex changed them. Kaarthen was changed from that day forward by what she had seen in the throes of ecstasy. A divine hand had stirred her mind and shifted her priorities.

Kaarthen tensed and exploded with a deep-throated howl and went limp. Marcos was close and rolled them over to be on top. He put an arm around her shoulders and with the other had her right leg in his elbow as he lightly slapped her breasts. Her juicy pussy was so accommodating and despite how relaxed she was, it still tugged and clenched for him. He came and with three tight deep thrusts, he spewed then locked himself in to the mouth of her cervix. Her cervix trapped his cock head and he stayed locked in her as he went to sleep.

Movements around him woke Marcos later. He opened his eyes to feel her rubbing his back and kissing him softly. Her legs had wrapped around him as her hips undulated. Her lips felt like cool clouds on his cheeks and forehead. He found himself hard within her stirring deeply with her movements. He thrust in short deep strokes until she quietly begged more. He raised himself and started spearing her almost violently as she struggled to keep herself open ad aligned under him. 

Her mouth lolled open and her tongue rolled out as she grunted with his strokes. Her pussy oozed and her eyes rolled back as his ten-inch cock burrowed deeply making her cum continuously around his cock. 

Marcos moved around her left leg, lay beside her, and took her from behind. For ten more steamy minutes, he stroked her with his cock and his hands at a slower reverent pace. He reached for her bud and his bottom arm snaked under her head for a nipple to tease. He pushed her knees up and clutched a breast as he rolled over on top of her back covering her body in his. Marcos came violently bellowing in a long groan of animalistic satisfaction. He rolled to the side still inside her clenched vagina and slept.

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Hours later, they woke and were refreshed. Both lovers had on silly grins as they covered the furniture in dustsheets. They then returned the robes from last night to hooks before watching each other dress in their armor slowly.

Minutes later, they were back downstairs. Marcos returned the key ring he used to get in, took three keys from the blind man, and placed them into a panel of his gauntlet. The blind man quietly disappeared with the key ring trailing smoke from his pipe. 

As they left, Kaarthen and the Goddess studied all the pictures and statues again. A majority were in the images of desire from last night. She felt quietly satisfied seeing this repository of artifacts.

When they left, they went into a restaurant out on the town for breakfast. Street cafes and hotel dining were offered. Kaarthen led them to a small café with two petite blond waitresses. Both were short, nearly five feet tall. One had long hair down her back in ribbons and wore a dress to the knees that had many frills. The other wore a navy halter and black leather pants, she had dark gloves on, and her hair was up. They looked as opposite as possible, one was obviously happy and smiling the other had an obvious tormented streak. The one in the dress seemed filled out with small breasts and hips. The other was desperately attempting not to look boyish. She dressed to emphasize her femininity despite her curveless form.

Marcos could feel that both were vampires. They could also feel him. The one in pants backed away as they moved in and seated themselves. Marcos who wore his swords behind him had to sit reversed in his chair. 

The other, obviously younger, vampire approached and stared at him stupidly with childlike interest. She was drawn like a moth to a flame. She seemed aware something was different about him but not what. The girl in pants quickly rushed in, and without a word, hooked the staring blonde by the elbow, and around the waist, hauling her into the kitchen area. Loud whispers were heard from behind.

"Is that normal? Are we disturbing them?" Kaarthen asked confused. The goddess seemed to reach out to the two curiosities as well. 

"Those two are vampires. There is one more back there but it's also weak. The one in pants is the leader but likely only a hundred or so. They can feel our power. Soon you'll feel them too. That young cute one was not dangerous, but very young, and was drawn like a moth to a flame. As an immortal, they'll sense our power. As vampires, they usually consider it a threat. That's why the other one grabbed her. Perhaps you were also drawn here." Marcos turned to her considering. "In the future, you should know that pale people with dark blood red pupils are usually vampires. We couldn't see their eyes as we walked in. Nevertheless, in the future be aware of pulls on your attention. They can't really harm you. They are less powerful and relatively fragile. However, they are quick and some old ones have magic and can affect mortals around themselves. Long ago I used to kill vampires on sight, but no one here should know that, they are all too young."

They sat patiently. Marcos noticed that the narrow street and the way the building faced kept the sunlight out of the large storefront windows without the need for curtains. They sat alone in the middle of the restaurant listening to the vampires figure what to do.

Finally, the blondes returned. The one in a dress went to a stove and opened a steam valve in the wall acting busy and normal. The other on in pants came directly to the table but stopped two paces away.

"Hello, we rarely get early customers. Forgive our earlier actions. We are new here. Perhaps coffee today? Or tea?"

Her words were clipped and her mouth barely opened. Marcos knew vampires valued strength and appearances almost above everything. This vampire was very low class and likely never was in a coven. Other vampires would have killed her for her shameful weakness.

"Bring us tea with lots of sugar, bread, breakfast meat, and whatever else you have." Marcos said.

"Yes, very good" She said already backing up before turning and nearly running.

Kaarthen regarded him suspiciously. "Why are you making her nervous?"

Marcos shrugged. "I'm not. I don't have too. Culture says that, for them a stronger vampire can kill them at their own discretion. That girl's actions were overly polite and displayed her obvious weakness. She is a hundred years old but likely never has been around other vampires."

"You think she's running from something?" Kaarthen said with the tone of sympathy.

"Yes, vampires stay the hell out of Menthino because I require it. If they were in Mavvus I would destroy them, but this is an independent city on our border. Fate left them alive here, so they are likely the only ones in the city or nearby."

The girl came back holding a tray. As she placed the cups, Marcos noticed her hands were shaking the tea and almost rattling the cups.

"Please sit." Marcos said quietly as she finished. He gestured a chair with a low back and arms he wanted her to take. To retrieve it, she would not have a chance of eye contact with her friend who watched nervously from the bar.

She froze for an instant but moved very stiffly and brought over the chair. She sat quietly and demurely but away from the table. The other blond watched but didn't move or speak.

Marcos looked her over. Her hands were in her lap, her shoulders looked tight, and her head drooped as she stared at the table.

He reached out studying her face. "Did you know vampires are not allowed in Menthino?" He asked. He lifted her chin easily though she initially flinched. Her body shook like a leaf. Marcos noticed how skinny she was. Her chest was small and sunken under the halter and her arms were rails.

He paused. Her eyes stayed off his and kept to the wall. She reminded Marcos of some nervous dog. He waited for her response letting second go by then continued.

"So why did you bring your children here?" He finally said expecting an answer. Again, she didn't speak but stayed quiet.

"Speak, what reasons do you have to hide here?" Marcos said slightly irritated.

"Sir, this girl once had a master. He was killed by his children who thought to control the coven. This girl was no more than a slave to them. They told this girl to serve. When the coven broke, this girl fled and took Mara. She was a pleasure slave, she knows nothing, she was kept locked in their dungeon, raped and made to serve any who wanted pleasure. We shall serve you if you find mercy for us." She finished with a voice full of emotion.

"Of course, come with us it will be safe for you. We travel to Mavvus, in the city there will be a quiet place for you to live." Kaarthen said surprising Marcos.

The girl was confused. For vampires, the less powerful usually don't decide in another's presence. 

She turned to Kaarthen. "Thank you Mistress! This girl is so happy! She will serve you well." She got out of the chair and kneeled taking Kaarthen's hand and placing it around her neck.

Marcos shook himself back to reality. "Vampires are not allowed in Mavvus." He said indignantly.

"Well these two will hardly cause a stir. They can keep up on our travels as well."

"They can't stay in the city I will not permit them in my tower. They are likely unable to travel in the daylight also."

Vampires are famously photosensitive. They might die if left out but it would take a long time. Usually, they suffer a huge drop in energy that debilitates them for hours. Only powerful older vampires can act unaffected.

"You told me earlier you had a pair of tree nymphs in the tower and grew a rock nymph from stone. These would be the same and only require blood instead of the energies of sexual excess. Since they can take care of themselves they may help the city by feeding on the criminals." Kaarthen said optimistically.

"This girl never actually stalked and fed from humans before. This girl was made to drink of cows and horses." The vampire added.

"Well that explained a little of why the two weren't noticed." Marcos thought.

Adventurers are paid lots of money for vampire heads.

"Can they even walk in daylight before passing out? Why should we help these two?" Marcos inquired of Kaarthen. He turned to the girl. "Excuse me, who is the third?"

"Rinis is another slave like this girl but she's been around much longer. She is as old as Mara and this girl." She said looking down still. She was obviously used to her fate being decided by superiors.

"You three are very weak." Marcos said finally, not sure what point he was trying to make.

"But we can protect them. They shouldn't live in fear." Kaarthen rallied. Confident optimism was in her voice.

"They are not pets Kaarthen. Vampires grow stronger with time and blood. They will eventually want to use that strength since vampires value little else. Could you 'put them down' if they threatened the city? Would you fight them if they went berserk or revolted? Will you keep track of them to see when they plot against you? They are proud creatures and these three are poor examples, but given time and they will 'grow up'." Marcos protested. This was shaping up to be a classic reason vs. emotion argument.

"The goddess will aid me. I shall be their night mother." Kaarthen said. If her eyes could grow misty and cloudy with delusions, they would be by now.

"Then they are yours, I hope no problems develop. I will protect my city. My women in the tower are not to be violated. In fact, they may never enter." He delivered his statement in a building loud commanding voice of a father all but announcing his intentions to kill the little dirty things before they entered the city.

Kaarthen squealed in glee and hugged the little vamp. Its small head was dwarfed by Kaarthen's bust and it blushed returning the embrace.

"Just a question, how did you get work here?" He asked. Marcos needed to know how these vampires worked their way in. If they used an ability, compulsion, or a geas he would kill them here and now rather than allow them near those he protected.

"Mara is happy to fuck the owner for rent and a room. We don't ask for any money, the owner pays us for one person. We can't complain really, He knows what we are. Outside the city or anywhere else Warrioresses or adventurers would kill us for sport. We have been here for a few months."

"There, there now," Said Kaarthen gently. "Go and get the others, we will wait for you." 

Marcos noted how she took to this mothering role quite easily. It was almost disturbing how quickly things had changed from the comfortable dynamic they had. She was arching her back pushing out her bosoms and smoothing the front of her robe with a warm smile. 

"Are you sure about this?" Marcos asked again.

She looked at him smiling. "The Goddess in me will help them with what they need to stay out of trouble." Kaarthen answered with remarkable truth.

"I see. Is that what you're trying to do?" Marcos asked. 

He was interrupted by the presentation of three girls. Each was short skinny and pale. Like Kaarthen, they had pale nearly transparent skin. Unlike Kaarthen, they weren't darkened by a gray tan but had a similar dark blush to their cheeks and under the eyes. They looked malnourished, scruffy, and their clothes were ratty. 

The third girl had black wavy hair that went past her shoulders. She poked a tooth idly with her finger. Her pupils were extremely dilated and she shivered while staring at Marcos. She wore a simple thin lavender dress with a lace collar and knee length hem. 

He had the mental picture of Kaarthen cooing, feeding, and petting three dirty itchy mutts one wearing a purple frilly dress in some alley somewhere. She looked at him strangely when the thought occurred to him but he didn't care.

The skinny girl introduced them. "This girl's name is Ein. We are all almost six hundred years old. This girl was trash from Masil to the far west. Mara was also from Masil we are like sisters we were taken on the same night. This is Rinis. She worked with me in the coven. We all ran away together when our coven went into civil war, our blood bond was broken, and we most likely would have been killed. Nobody would protect us. We are too weak to fight. We will happily serve you with our lives." She had all the pride of a leader of a gang of street urchins.

Marcos considered the silliness of people who fled in fear pledging their lives to anything.




The Champion's Companion Ch. 08



"I accept your pledge. Please let's get along." Kaarthen said standing and bending to hug them.

Rinis continued to stare stupidly at him as she was hugged. Marcos was sure she would have voided her bowels had she eaten anything. He mused that perhaps she was slow and almost chuckled at the silliness trying to push away the darker feelings he had.

Marcos waited outside across the street as the three collected their meager belongings and closed the café. Predictably, as they stepped out, they fell flat under the weight of the sun. Kaarthen fretted and almost stripped naked in the nearly empty street trying to protect them from the mid-morning sun. Marcos took pity and found a wheelbarrow near a blacksmith. He left money for it paying much more than it was worth. He returned and lumped the three girls in and pushed them down the street. At another store, he bought two blankets and a cowhide for them to cover them selves. Kaarthen hugged and kissed him happily, as he pushed on toward the city gates.

When the sun went down Marcos had to rest with it. They had stopped in a grassy clearing near a creek on the edge of the forest for the night. He was beyond tired but mostly sore. He had refused letting Kaarthen push the wheelbarrow over the rutted dirt road. The hills outside the city had been nearly worth those girls lives. On the flat areas, he still fought the washed out road and every rock while trying to push the wheelbarrow along.

Marcos easily fell asleep sitting in the wheelbarrow covered in a blanket. His swords leaned between the handles and he snored lightly.

Kaarthen sat on the other blanket that was spread out. The three gladly collected around her.

"I have special milk for you." Kaarthen said lifting off her robe. "Come drink." 

She hefted a teat to them. Rinis and Mara silently suckled her as she leaned back and closed her eyes. The Goddess was reveling in the activities of the whole day. It wanted more though. Kaarthen felt pain in her body as the Goddess made the changes it wanted.

"Come here Ein." She patted a spot next to her.

Ein scampered forward. Kaarthen reached for her with one hand reaching across her shoulders drawing her in. New long fangs grew in to her mouth with an odd tingling sensation.

In a flash, the Goddess froze them and Kaarthen lunged forward, biting Ein's neck, latching on for only a second. She took her blood before casting her aside where she collapsed. She pulled up Rinis who stared blankly at her and took her also then dropped her limp body before taking Mara who looked at her wide-eyed.

The changes she made to them were subtle. Their bodies could take almost any body fluid for sustenance now. Their red eyes changed to a cloudy bluish grey. They had also lost their fangs because now her milk or pussy would feed them more efficiently. She gained power over them with her conscious thoughts. A bond stronger than anything vampires share was made. They would be little more then her appendages now. They now would be constantly connected to her and each other. The feelings and thoughts of all would be shared.

The Goddess looked down through Kaarthen on the three quite pleased. Marcos would have eventually killed them. They would have gotten stronger and no sworn oath would stop what was in their nature. This way they could feed from her and stay safe. Daylight would not be a problem now and they could hurry without further delay to Mavvus.

The next morning Marcus was surprised to see the three up. As they walked, Kaarthen trailed behind with her hood up. He dropped back to her as the walked 

"What's wrong? Where you up all night feeding your babies? After a night's rest, you should be fine. How much did they drink?" Marcos snickered.

"I..." Kaarthen was knocked to her back by Marcos who was suddenly upon her.

"WHAT IS THIS?" Marcos roared. He held her head with both hands prying into her mouth. His finger had hooked a fang and was painfully tugging on it. His anger made him lose control and his appearance seemed to darken as his true form peeked out. It seemed that an aura of black was seeping out of him into the air.

This was an extreme reaction. Marcos had already lost control of himself. Mara and Rinis looked on in terror. They could feel Kaarthen's fear. The Goddess was shocked by this reaction. Even though it felt him all those years killing and hunting vampires, it had never seen this. It also was unfamiliar with violence directed against its person. 

"She saved us and made us better." Ein said and instantly regretted it. 

"Silence!" He roared

Faster then a blur he closed the distance and backhanded Ein who tumbled like a skipped rock across the road. A mere mortal would have died of a broken neck and a crushed skull. Ein was just stunned and bleeding. Scratches healed as she pulled herself back up. 

Seeing her alive, Marcos reached for a sword but his hand froze. The Goddess was trying to stop him. The Goddess was using Kaarthen's soft body as a platform to control Marcos' hardened resolve. Kaarthen could feel its push shoving back against her mind under the strain and tasted blood. Her vision tunneled and dimmed, as she grew woozy. 

Marcos stared incredulously at his hand frozen out of reach over the hilt but reacted quickly reaching with his armored hand for Mara who stared at him stunned. He seemed to mistake her for the source of the interference. 

"YOU!" Marcos shouted with blind hate, jamming his arm through her chest to the elbow, then swinging her away.

"STOP!!" Kaarthen and Ein yelled. Rinis only looked up at him blankly in awe.

"SILENCE!" He roared. 

Marcos was now in full form. His body absorbed the light around it, and he looked like a hole in the midday. His black robes and leathers were oozing tendrils of black. His face was only a silhouette with two burning red eyes of hate. He seemed like a man shaped portal to the abyss with two terrible eyes staring back. Talons had ripped through his glove and only the gauntlet remained unaffected. With all the terrible darkness around it, the gauntlet shimmered in the midday light.

He rushed Rinis but Kaarthen lunged, hugged him around his waist, and pleaded. She cringed from the look he gave her. He grasped her head looking at her with eyes that didn't see.

"Wampir." Marcos uttered lost in a trace. His voice was a guttural whisper with an accent she had never heard. 

Kaarthen's heart sunk with the word and her bile rose. She felt the Goddess scrambling through the world's memories trying to find a solution before he went any further. She was paralyzed by their shared panic. She knew he was seeing his wives dead on the floor with all his children he had killed. Houses were burning, and everyone was screaming. The images flew into her vision in chaos. Thousands of faces in the shock of pain and death flew in a blur and she fainted.

**STOP**

Kaarthen opened her eyes the pain had stopped and she felt empty. Marcus still clutched her with a blank unseeing expression.

Behind him, the Goddess had appeared with her death aspect. The only change was the bulge of a few months pregnancy she rubbed, and a spear in her other hand she idly held like a walking stick. The image was an imitation of one of his numerous statues. 

The display worked, perhaps to well. Marcos roughly shoved Kaarthen's head away. He ran and prostrated before the goddess.

"Greetings mother....."

**WE ARE NOT PLEASED. HAVE YOU NOT ATTACKED YOUR COMPANION AND THOSE SHE SHEPARDS?**

Marcos cringed at the recrimination. "I have...I have...I... have lived too long if I have seen this happen." Marcos sputtered finally. His anger was quelling into dread and self-loathing.

Kaarthen felt mortified at what was happening but she could say nothing but lay still.

**ARE WE NOT FORGIVING? EASE YOUR MIND. KNOW THAT THESE VESSELS OF MY WILL SHALL LOSE THEIR SCARLET EYES. THEY SHALL NOT BE VAMPIRE NOR SUCCUBAE. THEY SHALL DRINK THE SPITTLE, THE SEED, AND THE WATER OF YOUR BOWELS. YOUR COMPANION WILL RETURN TO THE FORM YOU FOUND MOST PLEASING. SHE SHALL SHEPARD THESE NIGHT CHILDREN AS WE CALLED HER TO DO.**

"That is most gracious. I thought I failed you by allowing her desires to be subverted and her body corrupted by those..." For a moment, raw emotion broke into his voice before he trailed off.

**WE KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS CHAMPION. YOUR COMPANION HAS SOUGHT MY PROTECTION FOR THOSE CHILDREN. SHE SOUGHT IT NOW FOR YOU ALSO. NEVER TAKE ACTION AGAINST HER. SHE WON'T COME TO HARM, AS SHE IS MY DAUGHTER, AND THESE CHILDREN ARE MY THREE HANDS.**

The Being raised his head and gracefully kissed him, disappearing as their lips touched. 

When Marcos blinked his eyes open, he felt weak. All his anger had burnt away. He felt emotionless and numb. He sat up on his knees barely able to move his legs out from under him. Meditating, he slowly pulled his form back in, focusing on the image he used for so long. The dark hair, the thin face, the lanky figure, and the dark tan of a southlander. 

Around him, Mara and the girls crept warily to Kaarthen who was only partially happy he recovered himself. The Goddess was within her again. It was monitoring Marcos as he pulled his mind and body back into shape. The anger at vampires was still there, visible but once again compartmentalized.

Marcos eased himself up onto his feet feeling tired already. His hair was back, His black eyes, and his weathered and tanned skin. He was complete, but didn't look the same despite the form he wore. He appeared in his posture to be old and worn away. To Kaarthen he looked all of his 67,000 years. He didn't speak as he turned and ambled down the road. Kaarthen and the girls got to their feet and followed quietly as he slowly led them away.

That evening they stopped earlier than usual at the first inn they found in a small farming town. The inn they found was a four-room inn and walked in to find it quite empty. The girls were for the first time able to be around mortals without conflict. They didn't care to celebrate. Marcos bought two rooms and walked off leaving the other key for Kaarthen and the girls. He immediately went up stairs. They stayed and ate. 

The serving area was quiet. Kaarthen's emotions ruled the group. The Goddess was raging over the entire disastrous day. For the first time it had been witness to a real miscalculation. It had learned fear from its own Champion. It was not happy or satisfied with how things were resolved either. Quietly the other three ate a real meal for the first time in several centuries. The food was average but with Kaarthen so emotional, they couldn't enjoy it. They all went to bed full but in a somber mood.

The next morning Marcos opened his door to find Rinis standing outside. His anger flared before he exhaled and stepped past her. She followed him downstairs and out to the stables.

"Hello?" He shouted.

"What?" a shaking pile of hay asked.

"I need five horses." Marcos said.

Quickly the stable man stood in front of him looking around with the air of a sale.

"Five huh? I dunno if I can part with five..."

Negotiations were quickly finalized since Marcos was well past caring. He turned to the little mute girl but found that Kaarthen, Mara, and Ein had joined them while he was paying.

They led out two mares and three geldings. The horses had cost a small fortune and came with everything including camping gear.

"Why horses I thought we were--" Kaarthen started unsure of this change.

"We are taking too long." Marcos said in a clipped voice with his back to her. "The trip is only getting longer. We lost any advantages of not having horses. We will be in Mavvus in three days now." Kaarthen noticed sensitively how he didn't look at her. 

He led the horses to water and unclipped his swords. He placed one in a front loop sticking up and the other across in front of him. Kaarthen did the same with Lourndai. The girls watched and fidgeted with Kaarthen's stress.

Marcos used a calming touch and words to get the horses over to the road. They seemed enchanted and followed easily. He mounted, set the horse to a cantering trot, leaving the others to quickly learn how to mount and ride a horse.

By midday, the women were all sore but didn't say anything. That evening they pulled into a larger town. The inn had its own stable that they used and they walked into a serving area much louder and crowded than before. Marcos again bought two rooms and disappeared. When the women ate alone in the serving area, they were the center of attention.

Kaarthen could feel their eyes all over her open robe. The sides showed her body scandalously. When she had decided to wear it, Marcos had been the only one who would have seen it like this. She angrily ordered beer with her food.

Not too long after they sat, a drunken man pushed over onto the table. He stood over Mara and put his hands on the table over her. He had a short graying beard, a dirty grey shirt, striped messy pants, and stood barefoot.

"How are you gals eh? Needs a man eh?" He said sharp liquor was on his breath.

Kaarthen silently asked someone to get rid of him and Mara accepted. She spun out from under him and took his hand. 

"Give us money." She said, letting the man draw his own conclusions. She structured a favorable situation where he could assume control. He tossed a few coins on the table. Nobody looked at how much it was, just where the money came from. Mara led him outside to the stable. 

"Na girlie I just want a suck" he said tugging her over to the wall.

"We can't get caught, we need privacy." She pulled him into the shadows. He drunkenly followed and she slung him on his back to sit on a barrel among some farm implements. She ignored his protest when she ripped open the crotch of his pants. She dropped over him, licked, and nibbled his half-hard cock. His cock was just under average but had large round balls under it. She dropped lower sucking him completely into her mouth. 

Her mind was aware of Rinis and Ein's curiosity. Both women had been ravaged numerous times as serving slaves. They had not actively served in that manner. They learned with interest what a woman could do when she isn't pushed down in a corner and fucked in her face. Kaarthen and the Goddess found the mundane creature less than impressive and urged her to finish faster.

The man gave a shock when her small soft tongue crept down and tenderly stroked each nut in turn. She got them both wet before bobbing lightly on his cock. He came then, his balls dumped their spurts, and Mara kept the flow up by sucking it out of him. He noticed when his balls ached that his semen wasn't stopping. He realized his body was numb and suddenly heavy. He could not move, but still she kept sucking from him. He started to faint with the taste of blood in his mouth and realized he might die like this. Mara continued to suck his seed after he fell back sagging against the wall. She took his purse and walked back out to the inn. When she left him, he was still alive only because the alcohol he drank had saved him. The sugars from his liquor provided for a few long minutes the only energy in his body.

In the hotel, the three went to bed, and Rinis waited for Marcos.

In the morning, Marcos woke and found Rinis waiting again. He walked down stairs but paused, turned, and flipped Rinis coin telling her to get a packed lunch for them. He moved on to the stables and a girl went and got his horses. 

He watched her idly she was twenty, skinny, and had an average face that was too plain to be cute. When Rinis came up the stable girl tried to talk to her. Marcos watched the two. The girl was slender. Her breasts were mere bumps under her loose dress. He had a built up urge to fuck since the pussy he was getting the last several days had turned into a monster. 

He tried thinking of situations that would work but couldn't find anything creative, or romantic. He looked around as he finally considered the direct approach. In the early hours no one was around it seemed.

He walked over, grabbed the stable girl, and tugged her further into the stables and into a stall. He pulled his leathers back and showed his face. He fumbled with his robe and pulled his cock out then grabbed the shocked girl and drew her head down to it. She opened her mouth and sucked him. She did an average job of just bobbing along as she looked up at him surprised at what she was doing. He pulled her up and yanked up her skirt. This whole time no one said anything the girl looked at him shocked. Rinis stared sleepily. 

"Go away!" He yelled. Inside the inn Kaarthen was crying and fell to her knees sobbing as she dressed.

Rinis backed up a few feet but still watched. Marcos turned and thrust into the girl who was now more accepting. For twenty minutes, he felt like he never had any complications. He rammed her hard and she climaxed twice though he couldn't have cared less at her enjoyment. She was getting the fuck of her life from his ten-inch cock. She started to sag under him trying to keep him satisfied despite her exhaustion. He finally pulled out of her and let her flop to the ground as he climaxed and shot his load on the stall.

When he walked out, he flipped the girl a gold sovereign that could likely buy a house in town.

She stirred after seeing the coin and tried to look sexy in the hay pile. "Thank you milord. You blessed me with your presence to know I was more pleasing then your ladies."

Marcos cringed at the tart's words. He walked and thought about why he was so upset. The sight of fangs on Kaarthen had caused him to become unhinged. He should be happy she is fine now. This meant he wouldn't have to fuck his appointed Companion from behind for eternity. 

Nevertheless, he could not look at her face without remembering that horrific sight. He blamed her for bringing the damn girls too. His hands were tied in dealing with those girls, and that was not a comfortable feeling. Without those girls, everything would have been happy and simple.

He felt a presence near him, turned, and looked at Rinis who wore a blank, questioning, accusing look. He squared up to her with his anger flaring again.

"I should kill you." He muttered quietly. His black eyes told her exactly his thoughts. His vision narrowed and tunneled onto her face.

"Hey Marcos, let's go!" Called Kaarthen already mounted. She wanted to break the spell quickly. 

It would be impossible to kill one of them and claim an accident. She started to realize the Goddess' problem that it would never wish to punish him. She and the Goddess would want to forgive him for anything that happened. 

She told Rinis to forget her odd fascination with Marcos. It was about to get them into trouble again.

Their day went by quietly and Marcos pushed the horses mercilessly. Kaarthen's horse threw a shoe late in the day and they had to stop. It was nearly dark. They simply came off the road to the side of the road. Marcos found a replacement shoe in the kit and started a fire. He removed his glove and robe then tossed the horseshoe into the heat. He stood there watching it, trying to ignore Ein and Rinis who watched him as they sat together on the other side.

He was thinking to himself as he did all day. Kaarthen removed her robe and the women followed suit. She walked up behind him as they watched, and hugged him around his back. 

"Hey Marcos, shhh it's me." Kaarthen said feeling him bristle under her. She pressed her chest into him.

Instantly he moved from her embrace to outside facing her. He clutched her face in one hand holding her back. Without their robes, she was topless and her loincloth was loose, and he was in his tight Safi leathers. Her body sang to him and her arms snaked over his. He quickly pushed her away. 

Mara came at him next completely naked with arms outstretched. Marcos grabbed a wrist and barely stopped himself from breaking it before he spun her to the ground. He kept his armored left arm low and pulled back to avoid striking them. Kaarthen came back and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. Her hands snuck around releasing his cock. She almost had him in her mouth before he freaked and knocked her away. Mara came back as he stumbled around but was tripped when the two collided. 




The Champion's Companion Ch. 09



The next morning Kaarthen awoke late. At six and half feet tall, with heavily muscular proportions, white braided hair, full dark purple grey lips, and pale skin with odd dark under tones in the shadows Kaarthen was impressive and exotic. In between her late activities the night before, and her split consciousness with Mara, Ein, and Rinis, Kaarthen felt like she'd been in the tower for years already.

"Where did he go?" Kaarthen said feeling a fleeting pang of abandonment when she noticed Marcos was missing from the bed.

She raised herself looking around. Her overripe breasts the size of a man's head sway fluidly out from under the sheets and showed some of the deep cleavage of her rounded lactating udders. Her attractive though oversized curvy figure stopped most people from noticing her eyes had no whites, just two black voids with floating discs of quicksilver vertically slit like cat. 

She wandered into the front room and heard him shouting over the clang of crossed swords. She walked to the balcony overlooking the training rooms. Looking down, she was in an excellent perch for the activities below. Several of the young girls from the upper tower were around practicing unarmed combat. Along the walls, several older women were dressing into leather and stretching.

At her feet, Rinis and Mara had short stiletto daggers and were doing quick repetitive stabs to wooden mannequins. They swapped the knife between their hands as they drove the heel of their palm up into the chin then stabbed the upper chest twice and then struck the side of the neck. She could feel their killer instincts faintly. She had the ability thanks to the Goddess 'Dark Mother' who was a passenger in her mind. The divine tourist was really after Marcos, her Champion. Sometime over the tens of thousands of years, that they knew each other, the Goddess of Death, Fertility, and Femininity had swooned over the man Kaarthen charitably considered to be a very prolific, and very lethal, misogynist of the first order.

Her twisted kind of love was expressed and had been imprinted on Kaarthen to keep things less complicated. Now as a vessel for a divine passenger in love, she too swooned over the man. It wasn't hard, what the Goddess' literally mind-blowing emotions didn't do, the figuratively mind-blowing sex had. 

As his 'Companion', the Goddess had all the access she wanted to him through Kaarthen. Kaarthen had learned a lot from the satisfied deity. She controlled more directly the urges of the people around her as it related to combat, sex, or fertility. Recently, she found she could see into the hearts and minds of people like clear water. 

Kaarthen watched the two girls she had bonded to repeat their movements a few times. They stepped forward, struck the chin, stabbed, then moved back. She tweaked their learning curve, showing the cruel masters they had been made to serve instead of the well-used mannequin. Instantly, the tone of the two women changed, their steps forward were further and faster, and the points started impacting the wood with every thrust. A girl, only sixteen, was watching them, and cheered the two students as they got more aggressive. 

Ein was receiving different instruction. Marcos was showing her proper form with a thick bladed saber and a curved dagger. Kaarthen could feel her self-conscious fear. Marcos' instruction was quick as he continuously talked and demonstrated from different angles before turning to watch her. She was picking it up quite fast, therefore Kaarthen, Mara, and Rinis were learning it all as well. 

Remy and Augussi were nearby in Safi leather. They both watched Marcos' instruction as he was going over everything. They listened in reverence over the master instruction. Kaarthen noticed another woman entered who was also in Safi armor. She was tall, skinny, very tan, with black hair pulled back in a tight bun. Following behind her, a blonde appeared. She was shorter, and curvier. Kaarthen recognized the look of ample bosoms that were bound under her leather. She was surprised when the woman turned, it was Dulia. Dulia searched behind herself and immediately lifted her eyes and looked right back up at her in that appraising manner of hers.

Uncomfortable with the woman, Kaarthen turned away from that look and went upstairs. She undressed and walked nude as the women of the tower usually did. She found Marssel lounging on the roof sunning herself. The big breasted brunette wore a gauze dress and her body's charms was easily visible under the bright summer sun.

Marssel turned her head when she heard Kaarthen's approach. "Do you happen to have Safi leather?" Kaarthen asked. 

Marssel appraised the giant woman. "No, I don't play down there anymore. My sister still enjoys it. But, if death is the goal why struggle?" Kaarthen was puzzled by the awkward question. The goddess in the back of her mind seemed to like the riddle however. "I can show you a store room of Safi if that's what you want. I don't know how they'll fit though." Marssel continued. Kaarthen knew if the dress was any example, it would kill her to wear the tight leathers.

Marssel happily led her down to storage and they found a set that would work. Kaarthen had to remove the sleeves by painstakingly unthreading the bronze wire they were stitched with. The pants were easier, long thigh high black boots covered the pants that were too short for her long thickly muscled legs. She stood. With a working set of leathers that fit over her breasts after being bound and slitting the sides, she felt tight yet able to breathe.

Kaarthen knew from her girls she wasn't too late, so she got upstairs and saw for herself the things going on. Marssel followed her out of boredom. Quietly, she told Kaarthen of how she usually bested Sune without weapons. It was her secret to how she got Marcos to get her pregnant. 

In the training room, Marcos fought Remy, Sune, and Augussi. The latter two had twin double-edged daggers. Remy had a cutlass and dagger combination. Marcos was unarmed unsurprisingly. His gauntlet flashed as he swam around their lightning strikes. He stood still between the three redirecting their incoming strikes with nudges to their arms, elbows, and blades. A circle of girls sat and watched. Women in Safi stood and stared intently from around them. Dulia stood by the wall with a bloody nose. 

Looking closely, Kaarthen could see he kept his hands flat. Augussi stood squared up to him. She held her blades in an underhanded grip with her front hand, and a modified grip with her fingers up the blade past the hilt in back. Her style was efficient, she thrust and feinted with her back hand, and the front hand covered with swipes and slashes. Nevertheless, Marcos was defeating her with only one hand. He leaned back to avoid the many slashes and simply slapped her thrusts down. Kaarthen noticed she didn't thrust enough for him to engage her. She only thrust as an afterthought and she telegraphed her backhand.

Sune was using an underhand grip for both her daggers. Her style put both hands and feet forward and tried to stay in constant motion. Marcos was leaning only slightly away from her, and he only jabbed and pushed her chest to keep distance from her swinging arms. Her speed was dropping and it seemed she was quite tired already. In her exhaustion, she had reverted to training and fixated on finishing quickly. Her only target seemed to be his neck, or obvious nerves. She wore her hair in a bun and Kaarthen realized she was the woman who entered earlier with Dulia.

Remy on Marcos' other side was trying to stab or slash with the rapier but was in too tight. Marcos had a foot and a knee under her front leg and she was literally fighting from atop him. She needed to drop the sword or step back. Marcos kept her locked in as she tried to adjust by hooking a leg as she raised it, or pulling her arm. Remy was stuck playing his weird game trying to push away or step back as he kept her off balance and tight to him.

Kaarthen figured despite all this they were still excellent fighters. Remy would likely not face a tight immobilizing situation with an acrobatic opponent who could dance past her sword. He also stayed out of range of her dagger since she couldn't step forward. Augussi would not find an opponent who took his or her eyes off the dagger slashing to see the one thrusting up from below. Sune would not likely find herself in a fight against a legendary master swordsman, who made her look like she was just a child throwing a tantrum. Despite the fast blur of her movements, she looked like she was shadow boxing Marcos underwater. 

They had killer instincts and she could feel it. Looking at them, she could see the urge direct their strikes the way they were trained, like water drops sliding down strings. The targets of their deadly urges were dark patches that slid over Marcos body. Lighter gray patches slid across the women as Marcos used his hand to knock them away. The strikes to knock away their blades were hard to see, only on his hands could she notice what he was about to do.

Kaarthen wondered about what she could do. She had learned that seeing into things usually meant she had some form of control over it. The faults of these women were few. Seen from out side they were obvious but complex. Kaarthen tried to see closer and understood away to help them if she changed all three's fighting style. She projected to the women, telling Sune to strike for the nerves and pressure points of Marcos' arm and exposed leg. She gave the trickiest thoughts to Augussi, telling her to randomly switch grips periodically before switching again.

For a second nothing happened then Marcos started grumbling. The crowd around them took a collective breathe. A few girls started wiggling in excitement. Marcos took a half step back with his back foot. He opened up facing Sune more, but he knew that letting Remy into the fight would be a disaster. Kaarthen had other plans and had Remy retire and step back. 

Instantly, she dropped back a pace and Augussi stepped in to her side. Once the dynamic shifted, Marcos was in an easier situation for a second. The two moved to opposite sides in a manic offensive that would shred lesser men. Marcos had to step back in a circle to keep out of the middle. 

Kaarthen directed Remy to adopt a new strategy. She lined up in the middle now stepping closer and closer. She thrust in quickly with her sword and backed away before he could do more than dodge. Marcos reacted to this new problem by stepping around Augussi who had the most gaps in her strikes. His obvious strategy now was to avoid the bitch with the sword. 

Kaarthen considered what to do and the amused Goddess in her mind stepped from its corner and showed her. Augussi could try a double underhand grip, and bring both feet forward to be faster though less powerful. Kaarthen thought that she might also be less mobile, and possibly unfamiliar with the posture considering she herself didn't naturally use it. The Goddess considered that objection silly, since Marcos was fighting Kaarthen by proxy now, it didn't matter if Augussi was capable. The speed of the two women would force him to stop moving and present a better target, and it only needed to last a moment. She projected Augussi to try it, and target nerves and joints like Sune.

Remy circled looking for a shot. She found it, and with a shriek, she struck home. Everything stopped right at that instant. Marcos was stabbed in the left clavicle above his nipple by the sword coming in between the other two women. His raised left hand was hooked by Sune's knife through the exposed heel of his palm. Augussi's left hand was about to land a disabling slash across his right shoulder. 

On other men, the sword wound would've collapsed a lung and the fight would go down hill very quickly. Sune's hooked in dagger controlled his left hand so now he couldn't run away or fight effectively without tremendous damage to his body. Augussi's slash would disable the right arm and Marcos would have been forfeit. They had won. 

Everyone including the audience stood frozen as they looked over the scene. Augussi had faired badly also, she had stabbed herself in the right thigh. Marcos' right hand was laid flat over the butt of her dagger. Finally Augussi turned, dropped her weapons, and limped away as everyone still stood shocked. The crowd simply parted as she limped through, everyone was wide-eyed and staring. Kaarthen followed and helped her to the wall, Marssel followed them over, but she also was just staring. Kaarthen got her to make a bandage from an aid box by the wall. Kaarthen helped Augussi get comfortable and looked at the wound. 

"That was you wasn't it?" Augussi asked weakly as Kaarthen pulled her pants down and started cleaning and wrapping her. Augussi's cut was bone deep, but luckily, it was angled on the outside of her thigh.

"Hmm?" Kaarthen said, trying to be vague. She had enough experience to wrap wounds in her sleep but she acted as if this was the most complicated thing she'd ever done.

Kaarthen had seen this all before. She was lucky they were in a relatively clean room, instead of being in the wilds. Augussi was in stages of shock from pain, and she was feeling the instant tiredness after the long adrenaline burst. She was relaxing and about to go to sleep, which was fine. She was sweating too, so Kaarthen had Marssel get her water.

"Those things I saw. The others saw them too. It felt weird and cold. The perspective wasn't any of ours, it was you watching." She said paling, and relaxing. "I can't believe we did it." She laughed aloud weakly.

Across the room, Remy held her sword up like it was a religious relic before the adoring masses. Girls and women collected around her and Sune who clutched her dagger to her breast. The wet-eyed women touched the weapons and bodies of those who pierced the flesh of their creator. They all cried, laughed, and celebrated at the same time. 

Kaarthen had only seen Marcos fight a few times and could tell it was a less than a once in a lifetime victory they had just shared. It was still a testament to how good they were. Marcos could have defeated any number of lesser fighters unscathed. Unrestricted, he would have likely defeated them all in the blink of an eye.

When she turned, she realized Marcos was standing almost atop her. He looked down at Augussi with paternal affection. The stripped lower half of Augussi's perfect body also drew his eyes.

"Will she be alright?" Marcos asked.

Kaarthen blushed for Augussi. Even exhausted and delirious with pain, she moved to spread her legs when she heard him. "Yes, she took almost the whole blade. It avoided anything lethal. On a muscle that big however, the pain is very intense." She reported

"She broke that wrist two years ago climbing the Citadel at night. I leaned too much into it to avoid Remy's sword." Marcos said thoughtfully.

"Don't worry, she should be fine. Are you okay?" Kaarthen asked.

"Yep," He waved his hand and flexed it before leaning in to show her his left clavicle. She noticed he had not been wearing Safi armor. Instead of just two cuts, up closed she saw his expensive shirt was shredded from shoulder to shoulder. A normal man would have eventually succumbed and died from lost of functionality much earlier. "It was weird, when we were fighting earlier their eyes changed and they suddenly got more intense. I trained them, and suddenly they did things they almost never do." Kaarthen could feel him staring at her. "They fought objectively as a group, despite the fact Remy usually does not fight in groups, or with them. She took Dulia's place since she lost so quickly. I should perhaps change that style of fighting a little bit. Cutlasses are better for defense but she adapted it well in that situation. I have not been that taxed in a long time."

"That's good training then." She stood. "I'll carry Augussi up. Marssel please lead the way."

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For several weeks, they found a repetition and went on with more serious and intense training. Mara, Rinis, and Ein quickly progressed thanks too Kaarthen's incentives and Marcos' masterful teaching. The three moved up from one dagger, to a sword, axes, batons, to double grips, to throwing knives, to staffs and spears, and finally to whips, crossbows, and bows.

The girls developed their preferences. Rinis was well handed at everything but was better with a sword, or curved daggers. 

Ein liked throwing knives and darts because she thought it was more practical. She wanted to decisively end the fight before she got dirty. She liked a small recurve bow, and had to wrestle it from the young girls who trained on it.

Mara enjoyed unarmed combat with Marcos, and he seemed to be very willing to wrestle with her all over the ground when she was learning holds, throws, or counters. If the enemy wasn't Marcos the squirming molester and his groping hands, she liked to painfully stab opponents with a sword or a knife. She found something sexual in repeatedly stabbing people and Kaarthen felt her arousal climb as she contemplated the act. Second on her list of favorite weapons was a whip. Mara had too many experiences to count with them and was able to educate them all on several styles of full whips, half whips, and crops.

Kaarthen had tightened her control of Rinis to present a quiet working personality. She was actually a huge help for learning to control her powers. Having her was like having a doll to play with, and test on. The Goddess was the first one to jump fully into Rinis' body. It was unnerving to have Rinis walk up grinning with those black voids for eyes and the dancing silver pupils. She was reminded how abnormal her appearance was. Afterwards, she learned by mimicry to do some of the things the Goddess had done. 

She could directly control her angels with ease now after practicing. Complex tasks were the easiest and final step for her skill. Teaching Rinis, and simply telling her to repeat was enough sometimes. Simple things, like changing clothes and coming to dinner met personality conflicts. Rinis was likely to act as a member of the serving staff with the girls from the upper tower, despite Kaarthen's attempts to use her as bodyguard or a scout. 

Another time, she was practicing multiple simple commands by fighting Rinis. She focused too much on Rinis to defend herself effectively. She lost herself and surprised people by almost letting Rinis win. Other times as they fought together it usually looked like she was fighting a mirror despite Kaarthen being a heavily muscular woman at six and a half feet, and Rinis being less than average size at almost five feet tall. 

The Goddess was pleased with her adaptations. It seemed to teach her by doing things as she watched. She could only follow how things felt in her head. The real lesson came when the Goddess showed her how to pull back from herself and back her mind into the Goddess' corner. 

Colors and movement became surreal. Like looking at leather and reading its definition in its place instead of seeing it. She looked and the writing of the gods was everywhere, combining into sounds, defining colors, even giving touches names, or the wind. She learned the symbols and numbers of the smallest parts of things and it all blinded her to what was. 

She had weird dreams after that of being chased by green, pulling sounds, or hunting slow moving air. She gained further understanding when she was nudged to look upon the barrier on the walkway from the roof of the tower. The simple architecture she saw amused her until she realized that there was nothing under the words. Just like everything else, the words were what was real. The things she saw took shape from the unseen words and took from it their nature and purpose as well.




The Champion's Companion Ch. 09



That knowledge, and ability to read the Goddess' design, allowed her to start using active magic for things. Lourndai was her first attempt. The naturally magic weapon had untapped abilities she could see plain as day upon it. It could grow a similar blade on the back end, and become a vicious elven dueling blade. It could shrink along the metal shaft and become a sword or grow to become a pike. Kaarthen showed Marcos her discovery. She was relieved to carry it as an unassuming albeit very interesting carved stick of wood.

Marcos had taken Kaarthen out to find her baby. She saw the one she believed to be him. It was anticlimactic to see her child, her body didn't yearn for it, and internally she had doubts. He was asleep, but Marcos made sure she could visit any time. 

The whole day the Goddess was nearly absent from her and she left confused with the privacy she felt. Marcos still aroused her as usual, and she wasn't freaked out to learn that she had completely internalized the emotions of her divine passenger.

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Marcos had found Vellina in the red temple of the Dark Mother out in the city. He had gone alone and found her in a side chapel. She was learning prayers and studying with Priestesses, while waiting for a west bound traveling temple. She was alone wearing the rough linen robe Priestesses wear and praying quietly at the altar. His cock got hard looking down on her soft kneeling body. He remembered how they first met face to face.

He strode silently to her and pushed her face down. She gave a muffled shriek and tried to sit up. 

"You're not going to be a problem are you?" He asked gruffly and spanked her. 

She shrieked again and tried to sit up. But, Marcos was behind her kneeling on the back of her knee and leaning hard on her head. Her strength was incredible but she couldn't get her head off the floor with him leaning into her. Marcos released his rock hard cock and rubbed it along her back. Under him, Vellina protested telling him what he could and could not do in this situation. He smiled and raised his knee onto her head. 

He pulled her robe up her ass slowly relishing the useless wiggles she made. Finally, her rough linen under garments was exposed. She whined when she felt the air on her skin. Her under pants were simply two over lapping sleeves for her legs. The middle of her small pants could be spread wide for her to relieve her self.

Marcos pulled the hole open exposing her wide ass. He had to spank her when she bucked. For a few seconds she writhed under him trying to avoid the blows he rained down. Finally, she calmed, and he rubbed her consolingly over her ass. She bristled when he got to her pussy, and Marcos cupped it roughly to keep her still. He thumbed her pussy and rubbed her clit next, since his hand was already in a good position. She mewled under him, she may not be too sure who he was but her body knew its master. Her long neglected pussy flooded for him.

He rocked her into a soft orgasm. She wasn't loud since she clenched her teeth, but her pussy shuddered, contracted, and gushing his hand nonetheless. He wished he had done that the first time they met, but she was too fucked out by then. This time would be different he would take her properly.

His aching cock had worked its way under her robe. It had left a mess of pre-cum stuck in the ridge of soft hair running down the center of her back. He shifted behind her anticipating her attempt to stand up. He hugged her close and hooked her left leg while keeping his other leg on the back of her knee. His hand found her back hole and lined himself up.

He shafted her quickly just as she reared up to jump again. Her anal cavity naturally took his length. She was shocked, and instinctively froze and tightened down on him. Her ass muscles arrested all movement. He leaned over her and pulled her in tighter as she relaxed. He let her try bucking again but kept his hands on her shoulders. 

Silently, she submitted, and allowed him to start buggering her proper. He gave her quick hard strokes. He used her fully, and pushed in long strokes to get himself all in. She eventually gave up another orgasm. He paused as she started to quietly cry under him.

He took pity and yanked her up onto her feet. She looked at him and did a double take before hugging and kissing him. She grew hot and moaned lustily into his mouth. She pushed herself into him as his hands worked their way up and removed her robe. 

They finished on a backless chair. Vellina bent double with her ass up on the chair arm and her head up on the other end. Marcos squatted slightly over her and powered down into her pussy. She was much happier now that she could see him. Vellina smiled and cooed while she stroked his chest while looking adoringly up at him. 

She climaxed three more times making herself gush and slurp him noisily with her pussy. In her position, she felt much tighter and smaller. His cock hit her cervix, G-spot and clit easily from her hunched position. She felt him unload and continue stroking as he deeply claimed her body again. 

Marcos left with her but noticed Kimly, Remy's mother, watching from the doorway. He told her he would return soon. She blushed and turned but Marcos caught her wrist.

"I will also be taking this holy sister to the tower for training. Please, be sure to come by prepared for the rituals of Sister-making in two moons." He said watching her turn bright red. 

"Yes, Master." She streaked off like a chastened novice when he released her. Marcos noticed the extra wriggle of her hips as she bolted and thought of how to catch her.

The women took to Vellina quite happily. Kaarthen noticed that unlike her previous assumptions, Dulia was far less curvy than Vellina when side-by-side. The women liked to stroke the fine hair on Vellina's arms and face. Some of the women had stray cats they played with at the temple, but pets weren't allowed in the tower. Marcos claimed a security threat if the charms and wards were constantly activated by some animal.

They gave clothes to Vellina for her stay. All of it showed lots of skin. One dress was one Salenne would sometimes stroll around in. It was a two-piece of two interlocking loops. They crossed in the middle of the back and again below the breasts. The straps completely exposed the breasts while pushing them up and in. It opened below exposing the woman charms and covering the sides of her hips. 

Vellina was amused at the design. "Are you sure it isn't side ways?"

Salenne considered it. "Perhaps." She easily spun the dress. Now it covered front and back but her breasts and the sides of her body below the arm pits were exposed.

Casually she took it for a test run past Marcos who was reading in the common area. His hand magnetically went to her breasts and between her legs even as he appeared to be reading reports.

Marcos threw the papers down and stood up behind her. "I got your baby right here." Her quickly flipped up the back of her dress and spit on a hole before shoving in unceremoniously. They watched Salenne smile blankly as he built to a frenzy pushing himself into her. When she climaxed she went weak and only Marcos kept her standing up until he came and flooded her with his reward.

Marssel cackled at Salenne who limped over to them as Marcos went back to reading. "I think the dress works."

Marssel cooed happily, when Vellina put the 'baby-maker' dress on. They had modified it to cover the breasts and have the open sides. The front and back panels were slit all the way up the middle however. "Wow, now we really have a dress, look at that." She started rubbing her body around and petting her large exposed silky breasts. Vellina didn't look scary with all the hair, it was only an inch thick in some places. The women shamelessly petted her and adopted the same style of dress. They also shaved their well-trimmed pussies bald to complete the look. 

The dress suddenly became the fashion for the women in the tower. Other similar styles worn by other women were only slightly more modest and covered the sides down to the waist. Commonly, the women wore a haltered dress with a middle slit in the front all the way up to the breasts. They used heavier material that pulled closed under its own weight unless the woman was walking, sitting, or near Marcos. Diaphanous material was used. A Safi leather variant was used, Marcos offered to drop his weapons to fight unarmed after repeated flashes of naked wet pussy. The women claimed the design was for pregnancy, but all were quite fertile when they wore it and lounged with decorative lewdness in the room with Marcos.

It was hard to say who got the best use from the dress. Slim women like Remy were sexy in the revealing dress. However, full figured women like Marssel and Kaarthen took the dress to a whole new level. They wore a smaller tighter dresses and their large breasts pushed open the middle slit on the front flap exposing their wet crotches as they rubbed together their glistening thighs. From the side, their profile was very lewd. Their large breasts and hips were completely exposed and the back flap only accented the curve of their asses, and exposed the bottoms of their cheeks through the slit. From behind, the slit again exposed their pussies and assholes making them an irresistible target for Marcos.

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One night, he had bedded Remy in the women's common room. She enthusiastically bounced him into the pillows for what seemed hours. She climaxed often, and took his floods of seed gleefully. Kaarthen was there to insure impregnation. She curled around Marcos so he could suckle her teats as Remy emptied his balls. She urged both to continue well after Remy rolled over in exhaustion. Marcos was urged and cajoled into climaxing a third time into her as she lay below him passively. 

Later that night, she had her first run in with the two tree nymphs. They crept in slowly and Kaarthen felt to goddess immediately wake her. For the first time, she felt external magic as the two willed them all to sleep undisturbed. She could move, but she still only watched. She would appear asleep, but the Goddess was curious about these magical creatures that lived beyond her influence.

The nymphs were feminine slim forms. Their breasts were small and petite; their hips were only widened slightly. Their bodies were tight and toned. Their faces weren't completely human. Their eyes were overly large, green, and hazel. They didn't have eyebrows; the strip of skin above their eyes was black and made two separate lines straight back to their ears. Their hair fell straight and wavy, it was a pale green and glowed faintly. Their skin was a dark metallic bronze color like bark. It had a sparkle under the skin as though light moved under it.

The two nymphs moved very slowly and cautiously. They crept in from an open door. They moved silently and found Remy first. They moved over her gently and stroked her breasts with the softest of touches. One dipped into her swollen pussy and drank the essence it found there. The other moved on to Marcos and gently tried to erect him. He gave a troubled sigh as her actions grew more energetic and they both froze quickly until he settled. 

The nymph worked him over using her hands and tongue and received his diminished share. The nymph flickered happily, as it received the load. The other was drawn from Remy's prone body too late and they both looked blankly at each other while sitting over him.

Kaarthen moaned softly as she felt he nipples leak. Two bristled and looked around before settling themselves. They looked over at her and crept over silently. The one, who drank from Remy, stroked her breast with touches soft and featherlike. Kaarthen arched herself to them as her breasts ached for more. The nymph curiously collected her milk on a finger and tasted it. The other leaned in close to watch and they seemed to have a short silent conversation. Kaarthen moaned and arched again but they ignored her. 

Finally, the hungrier of the two leaned in and suckled a teat that Marcos nearly drained earlier. Kaarthen's milk never stopped flowing for Marcos or her three girls. Now the nymph took a taste and suckled long and hard. It cupped her softly with both hands and closed its eyes. The other watched in growing interest until it finally discovered her other breast.

Kaarthen shuddered in orgasm as they both suckled from her. She continuously climaxed as her immortal body flooded them with limitless milk for hours. The sun was coming up when the two stood. They had swollen stomachs mimicking early pregnancy and tottered clumsily toward an open door leaning on each other. The glow of their hair was faint before, now it lit up the entire room.

Kaarthen had slept in for nearly the whole next day and most of the women thought her sick. She tried to remember the feel of magic being directed at her. The feel was much stronger then the push of a projection. She thought it felt like being blown one direction towards the only open door.

The sprites came to the palace gardens early that summer. The city had its own festival for them and everyone noted how there were much more sprites and even faeries in the fields and gardens then ever before. For the first time the even the trees lining the boulevards outside of the Palace became home to the dancing visitors.

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By this time, Vellina had left. As she was leaving, she found out she truly was pregnant as was Kaarthen. Marcos had kept her in his rooms at night, and during the day, given her expert lessons that Kaarthen augmented. She couldn't wear armor as a Huntress when she went back, but with a spear, full sword, or especially a curved specialty sword, she was devastating and likely wouldn't need it.

Ein, Mara, and Rinis got better. They filled out with Kaarthen's milk, and Ein proudly started displaying her cute pert breasts and upturned nipples. She was still too scared of Marcos to do more then show off. 

Mara's breasts got much bigger. Her breasts grew narrow because of her small chest. Nevertheless, they rounded at the ends, sagging, becoming pendulous, and slightly pointy reaching her navel. When naked they looked like truly womanly breasts pointing down and out to the sides. She got more of a fertile soft look as her hips and ass plumped up and widened. Her frame stayed the same size under the changes. 

She looked like a miniature Vellina. Her diminutive size of almost five feet, her huge breasts that swayed and jiggled, her plumped soft thighs and ass that jutted out, and her widened hips. As a sex-slave she reveled in the appearance that instinctively told everyone she was built to fuck. Marcos reveled in it too and all but gave her the green light to be his fluff girl.

Apparently, Mara wanted nothing more, and she suckled from Marcos's cock frequently. She kneeled topless next to him publicly in the training rooms as he instructed, or in the library as he discussed palace politics with Kaarthen. She followed him always patiently waiting for the signal to worship his phallus. Marcos would frequently pull his hard cock from Mara's warm wet slobbering mouth and mount a nearby woman to finish himself off. Usually, he thrust frantically coming into the final leg of a climax. His wet dripping cock was always welcome and well received. The women around him were usually already highly aroused watching Mara expertly service him. 

Marcos tossed women on their backs before throwing himself into them. He would pound mightily some times climaxing twice in his heat. Women would orgasm strongly with him, especially if he was behind them and pushing them insistently into the floor or against a wall. He relished the pleasure and lost himself in it. 

Sucking, licking, and stroking their necks and backs in a passionate and lustful rut. The women lost themselves in the rushed feeling of being controlled and taken. The thought of being made his woman even for a moment was richly arousing for his dolls. The flood of seed he doused them with was always hot and overflowed from their channels for anyone who wanted the taste.

Sometimes, Marcos would fuck without warning. He would quickly grab Mara and bend her over, or push her up against the wall as they walked. Thrusting quickly into whatever hole his mood favored he would take her roughly. She was of course always accepting of him and it seemed her attentions helped those nearby also. 

Kaarthen found that on days he didn't leave the tower he dressed normally. He enjoyed the women's shameless attentions and sprouted virile hard-ons frequently. With the goddess' insistence, Kaarthen's meddling, and all of the women's desire for more and more cum, his balls had grown into the size of small apples. If he noticed, he didn't say anything and enjoyed fucking as much as possible. 

The women of the tower rallied with a dozen pregnancies of their own when they heard of Vellina and Kaarthen's pregnancy. They also smiled and waved at the notion of having nine-month pregnancies. Marcos had it down to six and an easy delivery. Of the women Kaarthen knew, only Dulia, Augussi, and Marssel were without child after the first few months. Kaarthen was able to know without check that her three little angels were also without child. Mara was the biggest surprise, but memories showed she usually drank down Marcos spending.



The Champion's Companion Ch. 10



Late summer in the Menthino was a busy time. Kaarthen found herself in the gigantic palace map room. The entire floor was a moving image in real-time of Menthino, ladders on rollers and map tables on wheels were along the walls. Marcos was dressed almost casually in a dark green silk shirt and black Safi pants. 

The Queen and two princesses, Saliss the oldest and Ruegin, were with her listening to the annual plans of migration from the vast flood plains to Cardin. Three Hjordis in black Safi with their hair up in tight buns stood along the wall with Kaarthen. Marcos had also introduced an older gentleman named General Creighton. The general had an unnamed officer with him who took studious notes. 

Prince Carthin, the sickly strange boy, was the only one sitting. He actually looked quite bored. He was still wearing his boots and riding pants and wore a striped tabard of black, purple, white, and gold. Kaarthen recognized it from the squires who worked around the Citadels wall. 

She didn't think he could even see the area Marcos had been speaking about for the last hour sitting in the back of the room. No one bothered to correct him, since the decision of who, or if he would marry was still undecided. After another hour, he decided to add his opinions much to Marcos' irritation.

"Why do we evacuate before winter? The flood comes in spring." He pointed out quite suddenly as Marcos explained shifted patrol routes for after harvest.

Marcos stopped and twitched a few times as the room's attention turned to the sickly adolescent.

"The winter is fairly harsh, the ground freezes quick. If any groups have trouble along the journey, they will be in a much harsher environment. In addition, as they travel to Cardin or our other cities, they bring in their harvest to be paid for their writ. They do not have to bring packed meals, or hunt along the way so they usually travel faster." The general answered for Marcos. It was a sound and correct textbook answer. Kaarthen had been taught the same during her time with Marcos in the library.

Prince Carthin considered this. The two princesses turned and started whispering unflattering comments among themselves. Marcos resumed talking and rounded to the annual spring offensive. 

He was able to move the map up to look at the northeastern area of the border. Like a giant cross, the Ort came in from the west then arced north gently before turning and exiting south. The Moxle came north to south, and collected half a dozen small streams and rivers that flowed east before joining the Ort. A narrow minor river, which some called 'the lazy', flowed west from Alcanton, and joined the Ort's flow south. The view stretched from their beach gap to middle of Alcanton in the east, and from the middle of Astrokos down into the northern floodplains of Menthino.

"I want to cross early this year with a fast group of cavalry. Boats will cross the gap in the Ort and we'll move north and then directly east. This year they were slow setting in the fortified patrol bases. If they are slow, or not, we'll cut east when they get themselves sorted, leave the horses, and ride the Moxle south to the Ort. It will be extremely important to at the very least, reach a stream with an east flow to the Moxle. In fact we'll likely move along the first one we find destroying the bridges and charging a toll." Marcos chuckled, the general ad his officer smirked with him, and Kaarthen sighed rolling her eyes.

"What's so funny?" The prince asked. "How much would you charge?"

"The balance between life and death." Marcos said cryptically. Kaarthen didn't know what it meant, but she assumed it meant something to do with sex. 

"That's not funny. What does that mean?" The prince asked getting irritated.

"Perhaps we should break from this and take tea. It seems near lunch." The Queen offered diplomatically. Everyone was inclined to agree with her.

They came out to a large adjoining meeting room with engraved wood paneled walls accented in gold. They were served tea while they waited for a cold lunch to be served.

The prince dictated the conversation with his soft-boiled politics. 

"In Sellis, we watch Menthino and Astrokos closely. We understand that unlike the great wars of the past your country is locked in a constant war of attrition. How can you hope to win?" He asked as servants moved around them with tea and coffee.

Marcos answered in a forced diplomatic tone. "Astrokos has a history that we all share from their days as a true Empire. Their covenant the emperor swears to on his coronation promises a return to glory and demands expansion. Menthino is the largest block to that goal." He shrugged. "They could attempt to take other lands first. Sellis or Munklin are across the mountains to the west but they can't afford anything less than a smooth campaign. They could cross the mountains to the east of the Moxle and lay claim to the City-states on the east shore. Again, they would have to be successful or their army would starve. They need both sides of the fertile Ort to fund and feed an army." Marcos explained.

"Why?" The prince asked interested as the room groaned.

The general interjected allowing Marcos to be served. "They live in frozen dry lands and on either side they have the mountains and glaciers of the chaos lands or the Moxle and the great eastern mountains. They don't get much snow or rain trapped where they are and the dry air freezes everything. The fertile Ort gives them the food needed to survive up there. The people around the capital live underground. Only on the rivers and streams going to the Moxle to the east will anybody be above ground. They can also farm a little in that area, but not enough to feed an extra army. That is also where their Ort farmers live during the flood season." 

"So why fight?" He asked. Most of the room drank tea and listened to the byplay.

Marcos turned to him. "Don't they know this in Sellis? Population control." Marcos said dryly.

"What's that?" The prince asked.

Marcs set his tea down and folded his hands. "The frozen lands don't support much population. Few people can farm the land permanently. It is difficult to get people to not make babies." The princesses' chairs creaked as they shifted. "So, they need a system, or several systems, to control population so not everyone starves." Marcos stopped hoping he said enough.

The prince clarified the obvious, "So they send people to die?"

"Yes, they have too. Don't forget they have the underlying goal of world domination. They can relieve population pressure and perhaps make a lucky shot." Marcos said leaning back. 

Servants brought a light lunch and moved about serving the table. Kaarthen saw it was a portion of bluefish with red gravy atop a salad. She marveled at the presentation of the elegant dish.

"It seems harsh." The prince said trying to get in a last word.

Marcos smiled thinly. "Life is harsh. People always dream of peace. The dream is shared by everyone. However, the 'how' is what gets people killed. The result is just as harsh as normal life. Usually not everyone feels peace is favorable for their situation. More likely, they feel that this or that person is an obstacle to the 'ideal' peace they could have. The result is always the death of the person who won't fight over the illusion."

"Fighting to kill like that is not honorable." The prince stated as a matter of fact.

The Queen spoke up defending her policy. "Perhaps, but Menthino must protect itself. It is a huge disruption to have enemies running around when people need to plant or harvest. Famines start that way."

The prince remained un convinced. "You could sell your food to Astrokos, and then you could have peace. The disruption for them sounds unfair, more people will die." He claimed loudly. He seemed to think raising his voice would get the point across.

"Prince Carthin, we have considered your proposal. Too many negatives are on the balance. Menthino hasn't found reason for trade. Astrokos does not make anything worth trading in Menthino. I believe Sellis can't do any major trading with Astrokos either. The basis of this dispute is over strategic territory." Marcos said diplomatically, "Secondly, if they feel the war is burdensome they are welcome to negotiation." He said tapping the table. "Before you ask, we will not simply give them food. Their population will rise and they will then need more food in the future. Many countries and City-states have come to rely on our grains, wine, clothes, meats, oils, medicines, and vegetables. We also make a profitable trade for the magnificent horses Sellis is known for with our excess, among other things." He finished thoughtfully.

"And yet those people starve? They could give up if you gave them something." The prince pleaded.

"They could, but would they? They haven't before and nothing is stopping them now." Marcos paused. "Prince Carthin it seems you know much about Menthino from the outside. I think taking time with the Princess Ruegin and Nossin's tutor will help you understand the thoughts we have when making our decisions." Marcos said trying to wrap up.

"The young prince already has started studying with his peers the ways of this region. In a few more months he'll understand the political dilemma more." The Queen said with easy diplomatic grace.

"I think that there are many great ideas from Sellis that should be tried here." The prince said finally changing the conversation.

"Menthino is in a completely different region and set of circumstance then your city. I'm sure we're both doing the best we can." Marcos said with mild exasperation. 

Tension was starting to fill the room and only the Queen looked untouched. The general seemed most wary and watched Marcos closely. The Hjordis had stepped closer to stand a pace behind their charges. Their movement drew more attention to the prince who had no bodyguard. The Hjordis stood relaxed with their hands behind their back. Kaarthen had seen Remy do the same for a quick draw.

The princesses looked at the boy-prince as if he was some kind of unpleasant talking bug. Princess Saliss who didn't have the worry of possibly being made to marry him seemed to smile in half amusement. Princess Ruegin looked on with nauseated annoyance. 

Nobody thought this boy-prince with no home would push Marcos unnecessarily. He would have nothing to gain but embarrassment. But then, the boy didn't so far show any traits to back that up.

"Tell you what," Marcos started, his accent starting to slip. "I know you feel like sharing your thoughts. You must be home sick. However, I've been to Sellis, and I know things about it. Believe it or not, at one time I had to do what you're talking about. I had to figure out what we could do to make Menthino more competitive. We used to sit around and borrow ideas from other countries around us and from the past. You're young enough not to see the evolutions in policy countries go through. I can tell you honestly, there is not much that could be favorably changed in Menthino."

The prince pounded the table and leaned in. "Still, if I was born in Menthino I wouldn't be king because I can't fight. That is silly because I can help in other ways. War is silly, I'm smart, and I could find peace." Prince Carthin exclaimed. The entire room of chairs and clothes rustled. 

Kaarthen wasn't raised near nobles but understood the idea of the language of movements and tightly controlled self-presentation. Even sisters among themselves watched for extraneous movements or facial twitches that spoke louder than words

The Queen spoke up first. "There are things a king must do that require hardships. Only in this country is the burden so neatly arranged. Most kings don't die in battle, but by the endless stress erodes the mind. Despite that, history shows that without the risk being felt by those in power dangerous careless decisions are usually made. That's why our country requires the King to at the very least camp with the army. They don't have to risk the front line but seeing the dead around them keeps the scales balanced. Death is not whimsical for us mortals. Seeing the face of those who may not come back keeps a good leader from sending them. Good generals are those who make every death of their soldiers expensive for the enemy." Her tone was harder and held the attention of everyone. "You spoke of fighting and peace, I want you to fight and feel fear." She rose. 

The room followed her out through the palace to the Citadel's wall. They stood on the opposite side of the gate facing south towards the Citadel. Under the shadow of the wall, the several square pits with metal barred doors were in a line along the wall. One had one man in a clean shirt and pants alone in shackles. Another had four dirty men who seemed to have been in the hole a while. The other pits were empty. A few yards to their left in the corner a gallows stood. The area to the right was clear and grassy; Kaarthen could see the tower easily in the corner to the right. She realized that the walkway with its magic was the barrier locking these poor souls in. Kaarthen could see a better spot along the interior of the wall for watching executions. Everybody seemed curious what was happening as well.

"A city guard was caught selling royal property. He was to be executed, but let's see if he'll educate. Young prince, that man is going to fight for his life. Like you, he has no country only his life he must defend." She turned and waved over to the single man in shackles.

"Those four down their have been there since spring. There used to be five, but life was harsh for one of them. For you, they are the other peoples of the world, because truthfully young prince we aren't alone." She said waving to the four men who started to notice them. 

She turned back and looked at her Hjordis "Draw," the Hjordis drew her cutlass cleanly. 

She blushed and seemed very self-conscious to have so much attention on her. She held the sword with her right hand and kept the point down across her body. Her left hand was up to protect the blade. Remy carried the same type. Straight double-edged rapier with a cutlass hilt, the blade was an inch and a half thick with a groove for weight. Kaarthen had learned they were mostly defensive weapons, and were built to be very sturdy. 

"Perhaps this will teach you about fighting. Young prince, if that man dies, you will lose your life. He is your might, what keeps you free and alive, and his life is your army." The Hjordis' blade snapped to his neck. He twisted to stare at it and paled. The Queen winked at the Hjordis while he was distracted.

"I'm not well." He said inching back.

"Of course no one feels good at the prospect of their death. Despite what the stories say fear and discomfort is normal." The Queen said almost absently looking for an officer below.

"NNnnoo... I I I ca...can't" He stuttered. He tried to turn and look at the Queen. "I can't do this I have a condition" Kaarthen was surprised how demanding that sounded. The Queen ignored him.

Behind her, the princesses dithered on whether to come to the rail for the spectacle, or show proper ladylike reserve.

The Queen waved over a servant and cast him out to have the prisoners armed and released. A few moments later, an officer came up to hear her intent and take a signature as they were released.

"Now to make it fair, let's discuss treaties." She said turning to him. She wasn't smiling evilly like Marcos. "Who will be your ally?"

Below, guards were placing ladders down the holes. The officer was yelling instructions to the prisoners. After he finished, he tossed in what must have been the keys to both holes. Another guard scattered swords sticking up out of the ground. Several others closed and locked doors around the wall.

The Queen prodded him. "You better hurry, you only get one. Despite the surprise attack, your military is relatively well trained and had a peaceful nights rest."

"I...Ahhh." The prince froze as everything happened.

The longest part of the fight was everyone getting up the three-meter ladders and getting a sword. They delayed the inevitable knowing they had to risk themselves to save their lives.

The Queen mused as they watched the men close and stare at each other. "There are a lot of pacifists on the battlefield in every war. No one wants to get hurt. But, once the killing starts, the only pleas are when death is unmasked. If some had swords and some didn't, the results would be similar. Though, some would say less fair. They will start equal but you can't maintain equality among men."

One of the four was the first to strike. He was a dirty hunched man with a beard and torn brown rags. He stood behind one man wearing a grey sac tied with rope and another man on the left who was wearing black rags that left a shoulder exposed. The ones in grey and black were squared up to the former guard. 

The man in brown who leapt forward didn't connect his wild slash but it started the frenzy. The guard dodged right and made his own slash. A cry came out as the man in black caught the blade across his arm. He shrank back as the man in brown and the other in grey came charging. Behind those two, and moving with the fight, was a topless tanned man in dirty striped pants. 

The postures were the same among all three. Both hands up in fists, as they crept forward. They crouched slightly and had the sword in their right hand. The lone man crouched very low, his sword was kept to his right hip. His left foot and arm were up to protect his face. He tried to back up and wheel around his attackers. 

The group closed in cautiously now. They had tunnel vision and were standing more and more upright as they fixated. The guard jumped in with a quick thrust to their side and the three fell back all over themselves. The brown and the man in grey tangled as they tried to move back. The man in pants jumped forward and caught the guard's leg with a shallow cut as he extended forward. The man in grey cleared after his stumble, took a swing at the former guard, and sliced his chest. 

The one in black who was cut first made his dash into the fray. He came streaking in on the guard's right. He made a deep slice up the former guard's right side and in turn caught the wild slash across the gut. The one in pants flew in next with another thrust.

The guard stumbled back handily avoiding the thrust. He lashed out again at the man in black, who then fell clutching himself. The man in pants took a pause seeing this and waited for his two buddies to get into the fight. 

The prison officer who was backed up against the wall now wore chest armor and shouted something. The reaction was a fight between the men in brown and grey. They tussled into each other swords forgotten. The former guard and the man in pants looked at each other. They struck out at each other at the same time. 

They crossed swords and the former guard traded slices along the arm and shoulder as they broke apart. The man in pants seemed keen to avoid that trade again. He danced and feinted around. Finally, they both jumped together and the man in pants stabbed him deeply. They clung together and it was for a moment hard to see how much damage they inflicted on each other.

The prince sighed noisily and started to grow restless.

"You can't do this please." He tried to back up further and the Hjordis stepped in behind him. She stood side ways with her hip to his back pushing him against the rail making him bend over it slightly.

The two men had parted and the prince gasped when he saw his man impaled. It wasn't an immediately lethal wound. They sword went in on his right just above his hip. The thick muscles there kept the blade stuck and the man in pants had let go backing away. The prince started crying now thinking the fight was over.




The Champion's Companion Ch. 10



The two in brown and grey had settled their differences. They had rearmed and now the one in brown was lying in a heap.

"Two down three to go" said Marcos dryly.

"Perhaps a little bet?" The general's officer offered hopefully.

"If the Prince loses would you send him to Lafaust?" Marcos asked the Queen.

"That's ridiculous; people lose their heads with their country." She said playing along.

"Nobles get taken as slaves too, but what would a noble who can't fight do in Lafaust? Our army and its new officers can't train with an enfeebled noble among them." General Creighton said disdainfully. "The King would be within his rights to kill him for malingering, that law is still on the books." 

The man in pants was stuck down as he turned to run for another sword by the maniac in grey.

"Perhaps, he should go to Cardin and count the harvest, surely he can write and count." The general added now. They watched as the former guard was slaughtered after frantically rolling forward and slashing at the man in gray's legs.

The prince cried and screamed as the Hjordis pulled him down to his knees.

"What say you, Prince, of no lands or men?" The Queen asked stepping forward with her hands on her hips. "You and your army have been dealt a defeat. I would tell you that a great many lessons could be learned from the history of that great battle."

She stared at him for a minute longer then looked up to the Hjordis and waved her over to her side. The Prince exhaled loudly when the Hjordis sheathed her sword and came to stand behind the Queen.

"I hope you girls learned something also." The Queen said looking at her daughters. They both nodded gracefully. 

Princess Saliss the older sister grinned slightly. "It was a unique battle that taught much on many levels. I have wondered who the prince from Sellis would marry." Princess Ruegin looked at her sideways in warning. "Since he and my dear sisters are only eighteen," Eighteen was legal age for marriage. "We have years to decide. I hope, despite his poor health, that he grows into a more worthy man in the coming years. Perhaps he can be of use in the defense of the laws of our great country." She looked over and offered her sister a smile.

"Well spoken. What say you Second-Princess Ruegin?" The Queen asked, intentionally catching Ruegin as she relaxed.

"I have unborn brothers much more worthy of the crown then him. He really would be a stain upon the crown if he wore it. However, I feel that he hasn't been pushed hard enough. Perhaps his body is weak, but great uncle Marnius the fifth was an excellent bowshot, even from a horse. The stories say he couldn't even walk on his own, but still beat King Vellon the Cartier every time in archery and racing. I heard, he even beat him in a wrestle." Marcos nodded thoughtfully. 

Princess Ruegin continued. "Perhaps he should learn a different art to gain focus and concentrate the mind. Something that would be less trying and constantly demanding then armored swordfighting. It doesn't have to be archery, but all he does is ride all day and claim we all know nothing." She gestured to his pants. "He constantly bickers with the tutor. He always claims to know the truth of this world. He seems to think that Menthino is flawed because its trade, crops, laws, societal structure, and military are not identical to Sellis. He never wants to hear of the differences in regional neighbors, history, and climate. Perhaps, he should learn from the library where books make clear, plain, and...silent debates."

"I am so glad to have two such well spoken, graceful, intelligent, gentle, and beautiful daughters." The Queen gushed as she stepped over and hugged them.

The man in gray collapsed to his knees as they had been talking and seemed to mourn the loss of his 'enemies'. He was led out into the castle by the officers.

Marcos and Kaarthen left after the demonstration.

"That was actually an excellent example of a four man war. Alliances collapsed, nations were wounded." Marcos mused.

"Do you think it will help him?" Kaarthen asked finally as they walked the halls.

"He needs something, the politics are always shifting, and perhaps one day he will be able to return home. He won't be able to hold the crown, or even his house with his feeble grasp of things." Marcos said. 

"Is he even sick do you think?" Kaarthen asked. 

Marcos paused. "Who ever knows that could make some serious changes," Marcos said. "He refuses to be seen. Princess Ruegin has made some petition for him to be trained until it's proven what condition he has. That might kill him, but she seems to be gunning for that anyway."

"Oh?" Kaarthen said joking. Anyone in the castle has heard of a nameless royal making quiet inquiry for an 'event' involving a noble in certain guest apartments. The prince is the only noble who lives in those particular apartments at the moment, and only Princess Ruegin would be motivated enough to pull the strings.

They arrived at the tower after supper and moved to the library. Mara wandered the tower naked and found them through Kaarthen, using her own will as she does sometimes now. Marcos took his seat sitting sideways at the desk. Mara kneeled between his legs and went in for his cock. She quietly unbuttoned his pants and hefted out his cock with his warm heavy balls. She sucked each ball as much as she could since they had grown too big for her mouth. After wetting and stimulating them, she turned to the shaft. She suckled him in long savoring licks and sucks as he spoke. 

"After the Queens demonstration, it's become clear the young prince needs leadership training." Marcos said quietly. 

"He needs a lot of things. I would kill him if I were out on a hunt. He needs to be 'culled'." The former Huntress remarked. 

She watched and felt Mara take him into her trained bottomless throat. Marcos' head wobbled slightly and his feet started to dance.

"Well it would seems, he is going to Cardin now and we shall too." Marcos muttered quietly trying to control himself. Mara was fucking her face onto him and making loud wet noises as she slurped.

"This will be like a dry run as I take a retinue on my travels." Marcos said and slouched back in his chair. Kaarthen looked at him happily and licked her lips. Marcos was near the end. 

Mara really tried to work him quickly and Marcos was significantly harder than anyone she served before. In a weird way, the former sex slave admired his ability to always make her work. His status was proved to her by his long stamina. 

Nevertheless, eventually as always, he exhaled noisily and thrust up into her shooting his massive load down her waiting throat as she clamped her mouth onto him and gulped him down. Marcos spoke up after that and Mara kept his cock in her mouth swirling the head trying to keep it hard.

"With the end of summer, the duties of the princesses take them to Cardin for the Harvest festival and storage inspection and inventory valuation. The decision this year was only complicated by the insistence that all princesses go. For security purposes, the Crown Princess and all the other heirs travel separately. That is not necessary on the barge, but in the confusion of the massive sprawling city of Cardin during harvest, it's pretty important." He explained. "The simplest solution was to leave Saliss. It was agreed since she had done this work five times prior she would only do the festival ceremony on the last two days."

"In two days we'll leave and for two weeks count and inventory the largest migration of people to ever happen annually." He said finally. "Mara let's get up stairs." He added grinning down at her. Kaarthen was glad he was affectionate to his fuck pet. Things for the girls were pleasant and the routine comforting.

Rinis, in situations like this discussion, could lay out her clothes and run a bath in Marcos' chambers as they returned from the library. Ein had lately discovered the upstairs library of forbidden arts. She spent hours pouring over the sciences of things like stars in the sky and the movement of energies. It had helped Kaarthen's understanding of the natural world, and in turn Kaarthen had helped her with the language of the gods. They both learned a huge amount about the details of the world around them.

For the up coming journey Marcos planned, Kaarthen was made to wear her Safi and the robe. She had tried just the robe and boots but Marcos didn't want her so exposed during the high profile visit. He did however agree the look of boots and just a robe was fine for anywhere else, so long as the princesses weren't being escorted.

The three angels had all progressed to extreme proficiency with their weapons. Marcos had confessed long ago that they were indeed worthy to accompany him.

Aside from carrying Lourndai, Kaarthen now carried a long curved double-edged dagger and two dozen small throwing knives. Marssel had dipped the long dagger in sappy poison resin she made for her. She was surprised to forget that all of these bubbly sexually preoccupied women could kill the whole city off if given time.

Kaarthen's 'three little angels' all wore fitted Safi. Over that, they wore robes similar to her and Marcos' trimmed so that the back came around the sides of the front. The sides that previously hung open became front facing slits. The robes hung to the ground as was proper for the style they wanted to mimic. The three were glad the armor padding didn't extend that far. 

Marcos had suggested making their robes reversible black with elegant trim on the outside. Eventually the material got too heavy with the needs Marcos was foreseeing. Two robes were made for each. One black with everything a girl would need for the end of the world, and slightly shorter in length. Another in purple for Mara, dark green for Ein, and dark blue for Rinis. The robes also had fake sleeves, long stylish flaps with loose loops for the wrist and elbow. The style made them look like proper shapeless coy young noble women. Kaarthen had almost kept Rinis in black to act as a maiden or a servant. 

They all carried a curved specialty sword and two similar daggers to Kaarthen's in their robes. Under or behind the armpit, the full length sword hung upside down. A twist lock kept the blade in. Marcos added a small pocket to catch the handle, but intentionally made it difficult to use since he didn't want any one messing with their robe when the time came. Ein and Mara also carried two dozen small throwing knives. Ein favored small stiletto like darts while Mara favored small knives with handles. The weapons became armor by themselves. 

They were all fully dressed and prepared on the day when they met the two princesses and the boy-prince. 

The princesses looked similar but Ruegin was taller and had darker hair. She wore gold and brown riding clothes that went up to the neck. Together they looked older then their eighteen years. 

Nossin was lighter with wavy flaxen hair like Saliss. Her skin was also very pale unlike Ruegin and Saliss who had decent tans. Nossin was noticeably airy and frivolous. She wore riding skirts with a comfortable linen top that badly needed a modesty panel. The front was made of stiff coarse linen the wrapped in from the back over the sides of her shoulders and met in front loosely. She wore a white shawl with a pretty design over her shoulders. 

Her bosoms didn't come near the size of Kaarthen or Mara's. Nevertheless, she had the cleavage the other two in robes didn't. She seemed unconcerned with Marcos who stood next to her breaking his neck trying to catch a pink nipple. He leered and grinned insipidly the whole time as the section officer in charge of the barge was introduced and a reported the planned schedule. 

The Hjordis stepped in front of her eventually, blocking Marcos who was about to fall in to the princess' blouse. The two wore metal plate armor. It protected the neck, chest, waist, shoulders, and arms. They both wore buns as always, and had dyed their hair black. Their armor was cleverly covered by a tight padded wool blouse of brown and gold that buttoned over their armor. Only a black steel gorget around their necks was naked. It had an etched design to appear like a silvery necklace. The blouse covered down past their hips. They also wore black Safi pants and thigh high brown riding boots. 

Kaarthen noticed that Princess Nossin's Hjordis carried a long straight dagger on the left hip with her rapier. Princess Ruegin's carried a small dagger on her left hip and two rapiers on the back of her right side. Both Hjordis' had several long, thin, pen-like, stilettos around their sleeves that appeared part of the striped design. From a distance, they appeared to simply be noble women in riding dress.

The prince rated his own bodyguard for the trip. He hadn't become able to defend himself yet. For discretion, they didn't assign a Hjordis. Rather than give him a detail from the Palace guard that was inconspicuous, the shift officer had saw the word prince in the title and sent them a walking stone tower. The officer had tried to dress him inconspicuously. After failing that, he then tried to make the two-legged tree into a warm rich uncle. The look he gave off was a well-heeled slaver. The giant would have to be guarded or the city guard would put a detail on him.

Marcos sent back the tall imposing Palace guard with the iron chin. He instead detailed Ein to protect the boy over his vehement and emasculating protests of fairness.

"Ein, you now rate to carry a rapier. Give the card the man had to the quartermaster and draw one." Marcos said. 

The palace guard, who looked like a retired pirate captain, gave her his signed letter of authority over the boy making it official. The two princesses giggled at the spectacle. At nearly five feet Ein could kiss the shiny belt buckle the well to do barbarian wore. The palace guard, turned shady brothel proprietor, grew a new bulge as he looked down at her cute blonde head. She blushed and quickly ran off to get the sword.

The prince started tugging on Marcos to get attention. "Hey! How can she guard me? I demand to have a real guard! You're not treating my security fairly!"

Marcos swatted the idiot back. "No young prince, you're not treating your security fairly. The men of this kingdom do not travel with bodyguards they have squires and aide de camps. They do not dandy about in light riding gear across the kingdom, they are tasked in armor and tabards. I will not pull off a Palace guard for a post he isn't completely prepared to fill. You should be the one with a sword not the girl." Said Marcos, mimicking him with a well-bred accent. "If you continue to protest I'll have you ride in a convalescence carriage for the remainder of the assignment." 

The pale prince shut up as Ein returned. Marcos knew he thought she was only his age. Not a six hundred year old former vampire trained to the razors edge of lethality. He considered taking away the poison dagger she had, but figured it would only help.

They walked quickly to the canal. The palace had its own barge that had been prepared for the journey. The shape was a rectangle with a shallow draft. The sides had lowered walkways for crew. The barge sat on them like pontoons and giving it an elevated center. The center platform was a squared and was hip height to the men standing in the lowered aisles. The front area was enclosed for rain with a lowered room for service preparation. A sunshade of light purple linen had been rolled out connected to it. The luggage lined the back end creating a low wall. Between the luggage and the enclosed area, heaps of pillows made the journey comfortable. They were able to feel the cool breeze coming off the water.

They were able to sit in the shade and eat a light lunch. The tide had not yet turned and they rested comfortably. The young prince quickly became seasick and tried to get off the vessel. Marcos told Ein to restrain him.

"We don't leave the vessel until Cardin young prince, show some poise and self control." Marcos sneered.

He purposely sat in back near Princess Nossin on the right side of the ship. In the shade, her pink nipples were quite visible in the light linen she wore. He was blocked by her Hjordis who nearly sat on his lap to give her lady some privacy. Princess Nossin seemed untroubled by the events and reclined into her pillows for a nap.

Marcos eventually turned away and looked at the remaining people around him. Near the front, Ein sat with the prince who tried to keep his eyes closed and leaned back on the enclosure. Along the left side of the barge, the Hjordis sat next to Princess Ruegin. Kaarthen sat near them but faced more towards Marcos with mirth in her eyes. Rinis sat to Kaarthen's left looking back at the palace and over the water. She had pulled her knees up and looked like a shapeless ball with a head poking out. Mara sat looking directly at him, her legs were spread with her left knee up. If not for her pants and a pillow corner, he would have seen what she offered. He felt suddenly sensitive to how exposed they were. Motivating people to sex in this situation was hard with all the attention and the lack of privacy.

The tide, that came in all the way from Pessilberg drove the barge. In several hours, four liveried oars men would have to hook the low iron sawtooths along the sides of the canal to pull the barge. They had long poles with C shaped hooks to help push and pull. Working together, the barge would move at quick speed gathering momentum along the wall. The canal was fifty yards wide and the opposite side was walled and lined with the temples and warehouses that depended on the waterway. 

The barge cast off as the prince moaned. Princess Ruegin spoke to Kaarthen and her Hjordis about the art of warehouse inventory, various crops yields expected, the problems of rats, other pests like thieves, and different styles of index. Behind Marcos, the Hjordis laid on her side to create a wall for her lady. Princess Nossin slept comfortably and untroubled.

Marcos scooted down and over, laid his head on the Hjordis' thigh, and snuggled up to her ass. The barge was very still and quiet as they glided north along with the tide. A slow tempo of soft clanks was heard as the boatmen kept the barge along the wall.

Hours later, the sun was setting and the clanking had picked up. The southbound traffic flowed along riding the tide out. The boatmen worked in unison now keeping the craft moving upstream now. The barge's pontoon design controlled drag and pitch, as the craft kept momentum against the current. The four boatmen worked with practiced ease mostly working to keep the speed up as they glided.

Princess Nossin was still asleep. Under Marcos, the Hjordis was so tense she seemed about to explode. He eased back, caught Mara's eye, and gestured for Rinis. He had them sit next to him at the Hjordis' feet.

Kaarthen watched through Rinis, as Mara leaned in, exposed his cock, and sucked it into her mouth. Their bodies made a wall blocking her, the prince, and the princess's vision. The Hjordis lying down was extremely aware of Marcos through all this. The sounds she heard were obscene. Kaarthen didn't even realize she had slipped into the woman's mind until she realized the Hjordis was a virgin. She also rarely engaged in Sapphic play. 

Marcos' hands had moved up and cupped her ass. She wasn't allowed to stab him, but she pulled a stiletto and did it anyway. Marcos merely hissed and shifted lower and lay across her legs. The look he made over to the princess must have been pretty raw. The Hjordis leaned in and embraced the young princess for security. He wasn't as aware as the Hjordis or Kaarthen that for her to move would mean the debasement of the sleeping princess. Princess Nossin dreamed peacefully and rolled into the Hjordis, unwitting of the battle over her.




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As Mara continued to work him with her bottomless mouth, Marcos got braver. He leaned up on the Hjordis' legs and groped her ass. They both stared at each other. The Hjordis looked on in trepidation and shock as he eased his hand around and boldly untied her pants. With sharp tugs, he exposed her ass and hairy pussy.

She pulled the supple princess tightly to her bosom as Marcos crawled over them and settled behind her. He laid back and allowed Mara to lean in and furtively wet his cock. Rinis could see the stupefied Hjordis was wide eyed as he rolled in and found her center with his fingers. She jerked and gasped when he found her maiden head. He actually stopped and thought about it watching her. 

She lowered her head over the princess and rubbed her for reassurance. 

"You owe me for that little prick earlier. You aren't fit to guard a heir." He whispered gruffly.

She turned her head to him looking shocked and whispered. "Milord, don't do this to me. I've served well. I can't leave in disgrace." She cried. Marcos rolled back taking pressure off her.

"You'll have to serve me. It won't always be like this, but, don't ever forget yourself." He said.

She cringed and shut her eyes tightly before nodding tightly after a moment. "Yes Milord, I will serve."

"Good, by the time we return to Mavvus you will be released. I want you to continue your duties. Remember the covenant we agreed too is inviolate. I won't have you running and whining about something you clumsily started." He said leaning back into her. He groped her as and dipped a finger into her. "Your body is warm." She flinched and blushed

"Are you ready to serve?" He breathed into her ear.

She answered by reaching back for his cock slowly. He grabbed her hand before it reached him.

"What is your name?" he asked looking down at her ass.

"You are kind Milord. I am Jilleta from a hamlet outside Leethon."

"Good women come from there," Marcos said rolling into her. He clamped her wrist to her hip as he breached her. Mara pulled her bottom leg back so she rolled under him as he leaned over. 

To her credit, she didn't cry out as he fell into her. No tears came down. She blushed so hard her head had white veins. As he thrust into her, he let go of her arm and reached down for her clit. 

Kaarthen could see this fulfilled several fantasies of the young woman. Despite her lack of experience, she had a strong feeling she was exclusively interested in men. She always wanted to be apart of some palace intrigue, and Marcos offered something both dramatically dangerous and straightforward. She felt she could get through it, even enjoy it, and no one would know or get hurt. She was also having sex in public, outdoors, on the job, holding her charge.

Jilleta quickly found she like sex so far. She seemed lost in thought as she reached back and rubbed him as if she expected him not to be there. She felt his heavy swollen balls on her thighs as he stirred himself within her. She worried about pregnancy but idly wondered if that is what the North tower is for. She tried to stay quiet but after a several steamy minutes a few explosive gasps burst out.

Princess Nossin came awake as Jilleta choked, grunted, and gasped through an intense orgasm. Jilleta in her climax had squeezed her head to her armored breast a little too tightly. Her small hands came up to the arms around her as she tried to puzzle out what was happening.

Princess Nossin had turned around to see her Hjordis breathing hard and moaning with her eyes clenched. She looked oddly at her pants lowered to her knees and Marcos' arm wiggling between her legs.

Kaarthen wished her robe covered her body like Rinis'. She wanted the privacy to masturbate from this in the worst way. She been patting and rubbing the pillows around her for several minutes as she watched. Kaarthen got an idea from looking at the princess who was studying harvest reports of the last decade and put a pillow on in her lap. She wriggled her pants around her wide hips trying to look up stream in feigned nonchalance. Her twitching pussy was drooling hungrily as she dived in. She felt it work her digits with a mind of its own.

Rinis watched passively as Princess Nossin leaned in and kissed the suddenly surprised Hjordis. Marcos felt her clamp up and looked over. He grunted and came as he saw the princess on hands and knees, nipples exposed, kissing her bodyguard mid-coitus. 

Kaarthen had Mara clean Jilleta up when Marcos sat back. Jilleta gasped as Mara created a vacuum in her gooey hole before licking clean the hair and inner lips. Princess Nossin crouched over her and watched Marcos' strange and fascinating cock. She climbed onto Jilleta's back and grabbed him. He flinched and softly pulled her head in once he saw her wide eyed face. With little urging she sniffed it and started sucking it like a natural. 

Marcos' ten inch cock grew hard as iron from the royal treatment. He laid back and was surprised when the princess swung around to mount him. They wrestled for a moment, Marcos knew he didn't want to scandalized the girl. Finally, he fingered her and offered his cock for her to suck again. She threw herself into it and he came roughly humping and gagging her face. After he was done, she laid back diddling herself and trying to get him hard with her hand.

Jilleta didn't realize the ironic situation taking place on top of her. She was discovering what a six-hundred year old sex slave that fed off cum could do with her tongue in a creamed hole.

Across the barge, Kaarthen rode a stealth orgasm. Upriver they were approaching Tilin where they would sleep for the night. Overhead the sun was setting. 

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I hope people enjoy this. People who post these stories are looking for many things. I just enjoy comments, and knowing people enjoy the story.

I would like to know, if you do Jack/Jill off that the stories help. If, as you are enjoying yourself, you peal another layer of the dark onion and think to yourself "wow, if only they....".

Leave a comment. You're likely not alone.

It may not be in every segment, but you will certainly see your fetish. I write because I haven't seen non-consent, rape, impregnation, with large/ muscular women in enough stories.

So please enjoy and comment freely. 



The Champion's Companion Ch. 11



I hope people enjoy this. People who post these stories are looking for many things. I just enjoy comments, and knowing people enjoy the story.

*

I would like to know, if you do Jack/Jill off that the stories help. If, as you are enjoying yourself, you peal another layer of the dark onion of desire in the back of your mind, and think to yourself "wow, if only they....".

Leave a comment. You're likely not alone. Even the comments are free.

It may not be in every segment, but you will certainly see your fetish. I write because I haven't seen enough stories. They way I like.

There will be a three part story (called 'Sweat', 'Spit', and 'Tears') about the Spear Mistresses and their rather single minded efforts at 'social justice' and will catch up on their struggle to purge the elves. 

Also (restitution of love) is being edited. It'll be the sequel for dissolution.

Look for series 'Victorious' it's a present day work, and more involved. (I hope) likely it'll be EC or LW or something equally foreign to what even I would read. But it fell out of my head, it works, and I enjoy it. I hope we can share.

So please enjoy and comment freely. 

The group disembarked from the barge quietly. The sickly prince led the group in rush and exaggerated the feel of solid ground as he stumbled toward Ein his young looking female body guard. He thought her an insult to his person. After all, 'who would have a girl his own age guard a prince?' He tumbled to the ground as she stepped back and away from his theatrics.

"Hey you're supposed to catch me." He called hauling himself up. "Hey come here!" he shouted after her.

Princess Ruegin ambled off with a leather portfolio and spectacles. In her riding attire, she had gotten much work done throughout the ride from her palace. She seemed to have aged twenty years over the trip with the glasses on and her hair pulled back. Her Hjordis followed quietly while stifling a yawn. She followed the miscreant prince hoping a foul end met with him. She couldn't stand the possibility that she, or her sister, could be made to marry him. The prince's behavior left little doubt why his family wanted to be rid of him.

Several steps behind her fuming and calculating form, Kaarthen snaked over to Marcos her 'Companion' and preferred mate. They were of similar height and looked eye to eye. At six and half feet tall, with heavily muscular proportions, white braided hair, full dark purple grey lips, and pale skin with odd dark under tones, Kaarthen was an impressive sight to behold and exotic in a region full of tan, dark haired women from the farms of Menthino's interior. 

Marcos was gangly under his knee length black robe and his golden gauntlet of status glittered in the infrequent lights of the dock. 

As they walked in the night, Kaarthen's usually pale skin had nothing to reflect and her visage darkened until she was a thing of the shadows. When her apparently mythical Amazonian mother harvested seed from a hapless drow she had gave Kaarthen a wealth of tools. Now she blended into the night as well as Marcos. 

The robes they wore were nearly identical black with the exception that his had sleeves and a slit up the middle of the back to facilitate drawing one of the two full-length swords he carried. Her black robe was open on the sides with a wide hole from shoulder to knee for her voluminous breasts and wide hips. Her robe's light silky shell hid within it armor padding, poisoned daggers, and throwing darts. The split in the front would have also showed some of the deep cleavage of her rounded lactating breasts. Marcos had insisted on skintight black leather armor under the robe this time. He seemed to think it made her more modest for being in the presence of royals.

Her attractive though oversized curvy voluptuous figure, and weapon, stopped most people from noticing her eyes had no whites, just two black voids with floating discs of quicksilver vertically slit like cat.

She had the appearance thanks to the Goddess 'Dark Mother' who was a passenger in her mind. The divine tourist was really after Marcos, her Champion. Sometime over the tens of thousands of years, that they knew each other, the Goddess of Death, Fertility, and Femininity had swooned over the man Kaarthen charitably considered to be a very prolific, and very lethal, misogynist of the first order.

Dark Mother's twisted kind of love was expressed and had been imprinted on Kaarthen to keep things less complicated. Now as a vessel for a divine passenger in love, she too swooned over the man. It wasn't hard, what the Goddess' literally mind-blowing emotions didn't do, the figuratively mind-blowing sex had. 

As his 'Companion', the Goddess had all the access she wanted to him through Kaarthen. In return they developed a relation ship of sorts, and Kaarthen had learned a lot from the satisfied deity. She controlled more directly the urges of the people around her as it related to combat, sex, or fertility. Recently, she found she could see into the hearts and minds of people like clear water. She could directly manipulate the basic nature of things by re-writing their definitions written in the elegant language of the gods. 

But now, she just wanted something more basic. "Marcos, my little angels and I have needs. We shall need the largest bed possible tonight." Kaarthen whispered into his ear as she pressed herself against him.

Marcos grinned and tried not to look at her. "There is a common sleeping room in town for a less than a copper. They use a barn and cover the floor with straw. It'll be crowded with all the other travelers on the canal, is that what you want?" Marcos quipped grinning wider.

"Perhaps but many men would die of broken pelvises tonight." Kaarthen said looking sideways at him.

Marcos gasped. "So I could save lives doing this?" He mused half-serious raising a hand of might.

Kaarthen tugged his hand down. "Yes. Marcos, you can replenish yourself with my milk until the battle is won." She said turning into him as they walked up the town dock. "People shall hear of your struggle tonight near and far. They shall speak of your name and praise you in previously virgin territory tonight."

He laughed. "That's pretty impressive. I like making legends" 

Behind them, Princess Nossin, a stringy aloof blonde mimicked the pair and grabbed her Hjordis' hand as she watched the two. Rinis and Mara, two women bonded to Kaarthen followed at the back of the group looking at the city they were entering at twilight.

The whole town was a converted country manor estate that was owned by the area's baron before the canal came along. The property only kept its stable from that era. The land and gardens became farriers, cooperages, and various maritime supply depots. Garden paths became cart paths. The property's gate and sign became a clever entrance to a bar loudly playing the music of a bard. The city was owned by the crown and its chief industry was maintenance on the canal. They wound their way up past candle lit restaurants holding out for late customers and went directly to 'The Imperial' the estate's Manor house. 

The interior of the inn was quiet and elegant. It had been restored with necessary changes for business. 

"Hallo! How many are we serving today?" a hostess for the restaurant asked.

"We'll actually be taking four or five rooms and dinner." The Princess' Hjordis stated.

Marcos was left with the bill. Despite having two princesses with him, he had to pay for use of the Crown's properties. He settled with the innkeeper and presently they were all in a room. They settled into the suites at the end of the hall from the other lodgers. The rooms were all pretty similar. The bed against a wall across from a fireplace. The center area had chairs, lounges, or benches on a large square plush area rug. 

Ein had the unpleasant task of watching the prince. She found he thought that her service included bathing and wardrobe assistance. His hands were squirmy and quick and he tried groping her more than once. 

"Hey come here get the brush and do my back, that ship was a bother." He said trying to talk fast. The prince expected her to swoon at his whiny commands. "Well don't just sit there! Hey."

Kaarthen was dissuaded from any contact with other men so naturally Ein was reinforced in her urge to gag him as she slept. She didn't act on it but moved stiffly around the room as he undressed in the middle of everything.

Ein eventually got away from him and did just as Rinis down the hall was doing. She sat reverse in the chair with the back under the handle and acted like she was going to sleep.

Kaarthen that night was demanding but easily satisfied.

"Bathe with me?" Kaarthen said. She pulled her robe up and stripped off her leathers. She could feel his burning gaze all over her.

"If I remember right this hotel has hot water service. The tub should be... Ahh." Marcos found a curtained area that hid the bath implements. Shortly Kaarthen was in the bath while Marcos kneeled next to her. He washed her body generously with both hands up to the shoulder while leering at her.

Kaarthen sat up finally, she was intent on getting clean, or getting off. "Enough of that, my breasts will be raw. Go lower and wash me clean."

"There?" He asked dipping lower into the steaming water. 

"No, my stomach was cleaned earlier as you swept around my breasts."

"There? The water is so hot down here." He said and scrubbed her with his hand sponge.

Kaarthen wriggled as his hand found her pussy. "Yess. Good boy! Oh! That is so good."

"Do we need the sponge for this battle?" Marcos smiled, "I found a way into the gate."

"Only if you don't want your name remembered in the legends I'll sing about"

"Then I'll get in directly." He turned. "Mara, come relax your mistress."

Mara uncurled from the bed she was watching her principles from. At less than five feet tall she was dwarfed by the two. Most people thought her a fair haired virgin. Mara was actually a six hundred year old former vampire like Rinis and Ein. Kaarthen's need to help the unfortunate saved them from their own kind and more recently from Marcos' murderous attentions. As a six hundred year old sex slave she was quite pleased with life under Marcos, and was very willing to please. On a mortal, her sexuality was similar to a succubus in that it could be menacingly lethal.

"Oh? You're going to call in rein... reinforcements?" Kaarthen stuttered as Mara came around her other side and locked in on a nipple with her mouth. Her pussy twanged when Mara's hungry mouth made contact.

"The warrior may get a song but the general is studied for lifetimes. They retire well in their deep castles," Marcos said driving two fingers into her.

Kaarthen giggled, "Deep castles huh? Oh! Aah. I guess that was your motivation behind the Citadel hmm?"

In the hot water, she couldn't tell where he stopped and began. The sudden intrusion let her know what he was up to. He fingered her and flicked his fingers, flushing the hot water deep within her and swirling it around her entrance.

"Do they drink wine with their castles?" She asked faintly. Her eyes were hooded and her pupils fluttered as if they misted up. Her head rocked back and forth with the stream of pleasure she was feeling.

"I'm sure the randy old men get young pretty maidens to serve them." Marcos said bringing a teat out of the water and sucking it. The thick rubbery nipple popped out as Kaarthen shook under him. Her pussy was going crazy on his flickering fingers.

Kaarthen felt like she was burning inside and out. Mara and Marcos had pulled her breasts up out of the water overhead and she felt the hot water on the sensitive under sides of her breasts and chest. The two mouths as usual got her into strings of small orgasms as they drank from her. Marcos' hand rubbed her clit and played the water within and around her. Her feet and legs twitched and kicked up water as she tried to holdout. 

Marcos felt her climax hard around his fingers and make noise through her clenched teeth. Her head flopped back and he realized she blacked out in the hot water.

"Well let's get her out before she gets withered." Marcos said calmly.

The rest of the night was uneventful. Mara stayed latched on Kaarthen throughout the night. By morning, it looked like Kaarthen had wet the bed and Mara had gained a few pounds. They woke early the next morning and had breakfast in their room.

"Had a good night young prince?" Marcos said in the manor's front room after preparing to leave. Everyone was waiting on the Princesses.

"Your woman is a problem. She doesn't serve as a woman should." Prince Monto observed.

Princess Ruegin had arrived as he finished and looked up at him surprised. The comment turned the head of every woman in the room.

"Yes, they don't get the special instruction needed." Marcos remarked sarcastically. "Perhaps it is my fault. If you ordered her to do more than protect you she did not have my leave." He said baiting him.

"Would you give her leave? I need her close at hand for bathing and rubs. My condition needs attention frequently. Her soft hands could give me the peace I need. I get a burn down around here you know. She should be glad to serve betters in that way." He was well on his way to becoming a perverted lord who took advantage of his staff.

"Fucking gross Monto." Princess Ruegin said disgusted. 

"I must decline your offer; I would be remiss to over complicate your only bodyguard in such a manner." Marcos bowed formally to hide his grin. He enjoyed the many entertainments of life.

Princess Nossin was the last to arrive, and wore a modest short leather jacket. Marcos looked at the obviously local find and almost sneered at her Hjordis.

"How unfortunate for you prince. Were you not attended on your journey to these lands?" Princess Ruegin added as they made their way out and down the street.

"I was not well served by even my closest servant in the end." The prince said quietly. His arrival alone in front of the Marquis of Leethon was inexplicable. The fact that the Marquis' guard recognized the young boy from recent trade visits to Sellis protecting a diplomat was remarkably lucky.

"Well in Menthino our servants are not bonded second class citizens. They are free wage earning professionals contracted at competitive rates. We frequently lose clerks, and even Palace guards to merchants or even foreign armies." She continued.

"In Sellis, our history has given us a representative government that hears all people." The Prince spouted as they walked.

"Yes and that idea came from the nobles and rich merchant who pressed men into serving on their galleys. It took a bloody revolt, but eventually the people's idea of spirited debate and deliberating similar to the bench seats of galleys was reflected in the government formed by your ocean going ancestors." The princess replied. "Unfortunately, the idea created a hybrid culture where the nobles still press contracts onto the people living on their lands for labor."

The four boatmen had spent the night guarding the barge. They were met ready to go and one was cooking tea for the morning.

The ride for that day was equally smooth as the last. They were already quite far when the boatmen caught the late morning tide and ceased poling the barge. Marcos found a fishing pole and leaned against the cargo in back. He didn't catch anything for hours and eventually put the fishing pole down as the men poled the boat.

He enjoyed a nap with Kaarthen and Mara. Soft hands found their ways into his pants urging a release. His own hands found the women's breasts. In a well-timed and semi-discreet maneuver, Mara was ready and caught his load as it gushed. Marcos patted his fuck pet affectionately before falling asleep against Kaarthen's pillows.

They continued up the canal well after dark that night. The pole men hung lamps over their heads and leaning out to the rails. They reached the giant stone docks of Cardin in the early morning hours in the dead of night. Marcos and the Princess Ruegin with her Hjordis went forward to secure rooms for the group and see to the events of the next day. The rest turned back and anchored on an outlying wood pole that trade ships used when waiting in queue and slept out the night.

That morning they awoke in the center of the sprawling city of Cardin. As a large trade and agriculture hub, the waters were full of canal barges and ocean going vessels. The city had many buildings of long high roofed warehouses in rows along the canal. Behind a three-meter seawall, they towered around on all sides. The wide stone dock ran along the sides with ramps for the various moving goods. In front of them, the city had many wide arching stone bridges. They seemed ridiculously arched but even their barge barely cleared the ones they passed under to approach. The ocean going vessels had removed their sails to clear the undersides of the scratched bridges.

The group got off the boat into the busy fast moving swarm of trade schedules. A tall slender customs dock officer in blue and gray barely lifted his eyes off his manifest to point them up to a nearby bridge. They were met by Cardin's customs liaison official in orange as they walked up the ramp from the dock. Quickly after introducing himself, he had them board a waiting open carriage.

They arrived at a warehouse after going through the wide flat streets of the warehouse district. At the front of a open warehouse, Marcos sat drinking tea in an open top carriage with a table across the center. Princess Ruegin sat pouring over documents as her Hjordis sat next to her. The carriage was unhorsed and had blocks to keep it in place.

"Why are we here? I need food! The only thing they served was tea for the morning!" the prince shouted as he spryly jumped from the stopped carriage. Kaarthen, Princess Ruegin, and Ein watched him hoping for the worst. Ein sulked and followed him out once the chance of an unfortunate accident passed.

"Certainly young prince, why I had a hearty breakfast earlier. You all certainly shouldn't be kept hungry because you stayed behind." Marcos looked past him to the driver and liaison officer. "Drive on to the Cardin's royal quarters. We'll join in the evening. Make sure they are all well fed." Marcos said with a dismissive wave.

"What is this? Stop! Return and let me on!" The prince shouted as the carriage quickly moved off.

Princess Ruegin finally looked up at the disturbance. She had been taught that nobles don't run, show loss of control, make displays of emotion, or proclaim their base needs. The prince was working hard to set forth a new model. But then, he wasn't two heartbeats from the 'Eternal Throne'. In fact, he was not likely to rule a region or major city at the very least. Unlike Princess Nossin, she had made plans. If she married him, he would be dead the night of the wedding. She had already decided on burying him as a virgin.

She sighed. "Monto, I need you to help us. I'll have you fed if you calm down." She said staring over her reading spectacles.

"This is unfair! I have a condition!" He said stomping over to the carriage. The carriage's doors had been closed, locked, and the steps retracted. No one moved to open it for him.

"It is not proper as a noble to speak of your weaknesses," Princess Ruegin stated. "You will be fed I assure you." She said and stood. "The crop of yam is good this year. These rows of warehouses will be taking it." She gestured. "Since orders are filled by weight, we need to know how many on average, and how much they'll weigh in the full box. Thirty boxes will need to be filled and weighed for the averages. For historical data, we need to know the average color, shape, and size of this year's crop. Those pieces of information are all collected together as you can imagine." She said and cocked her head hoping he realized his part.




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He stayed silent for a moment and blankly looked up at her. "So when do I eat?" He asked slowly.

She couldn't help but shake her head. "You can eat while you work and have all the yams you want." She said sitting. 

"A yam? A yam?" He shouted and kicked the carriage. Ein pulled him back a step. "That is commoner food!" he said balling up and throwing a handkerchief at the carriage.

"Hardly Monto, you ate yam on several occasions in Mavvus. It is a good food that fuels health. That silly mindset you have will weaken you further." Princess Ruegin noted. "Now, several other crops are coming in while were here. You got yourself here by constantly making foolish statements. You'll likely be done before supper and if you are in good form, someone may even assist you." She finished waving her papers. "I have two weeks of this." 

The prince remained angry and unconvinced. "I don't care! don't you have clerks for this?"

"A majority of the field customs that takes in material will be at the markets and gates." They will tag and weigh so that farmer can be timely paid. Liaisons officers are working to house the people and get them out of the streets and commercial thoroughfares." A team of four horses came around the corner led by a mounted army non-com in uniform as she spoke.

"Menthino must be hurting for people. Why don't you turn out the rest of the army?" He remarked snidely.

"Listen, this is important work that is recorded and used in decisions all year around. Just the act of being near this stuff, is good, healthy, and should be cherished. This is a small but important piece of what needs to happen and having a noble handle it directly means you can look on it later and know that dependable, close, hands made the information and it can be trusted for judgments that effect many lives." As she spoke, the army officer quickly dismounted and competently turned and backed the horses for the carriage. 

"This is ridiculous. I am still hungry! You're just being mean!" The prince shouted petulantly. He tried to jump up and climb into the carriage in final bid to at least be taken seriously. Ein stepped forward trying to get him down.

"Monto don't be childish, it's unbecoming." Princess Ruegin said quietly from her seat. Marcos stood and disembarked from the other side as he cursed Ein and struggled against her. Below, the officer finished hooking the team and waited. 

"How is this even important?" He said sulking and gave up as Ein pulled him down. She was slightly shorter then him, but he found her remarkably strong.

"If things are short or overabundant in the counts this year, it could mess up what we pay farmers for next harvest. Farmers are buying seed now in relation to the set prices for next year. The prices depend on what we need and are likely to have this time next year. The numbers cannot be off. If that happens, we will have shortages or excessive surpluses of crops because farmers will return with too much or too little for the markets." The princess said turning to him. 

"You should be proud to contribute. In a hundred years, people will be looking back on this Monto. I must go now for the city's granaries. We have responsibilities to store food for famine and drought. We also use these numbers to find how much we can store. Before the markets buy all this and it's distributed we have a short time to count and prepare. There is much to do Monto. If you cannot do this, I'm sure Lord Panthi and the King can find a job retrieving arrows on the front for you." She sat and Marcos waved the officer on. 

The princess and her Hjordis were pulled off to the next engagement. Marcos shooed the boy in. He tutored the boy in finding the volume of thirty boxed bushels of yams. He had him weigh them, restock the boxes, and count them in the boxes. It was simple and mundane work but necessary for large populations living and eating.

The work could have taken until mid morning but the boy dragged it well after lunch. As they worked, Ein reclined on unsorted and inspected piles of yams and dozed with a blissful smile.

Eventually Marcos left them to return with an open carriage and took them in for the afternoon.

"I never wanna do that again." The prince said tiredly as they rode. 

"Young prince what would you do?" Marcos asked genuinely curious for a simple answer.

"Well what do you do?" The prince turned the question.

"Protect and provide stability to the Immortal Crown and Eternal throne of Menthino. I serve as the First Knight. I am also a high priest of Mavvus and high advisor to Queen Mensillin. I'm like an inspector with a roaming license." Marcos answered quickly before getting back to the question. "What do you want to do?"

The prince huffed looking around. "I don't know. I don't want to do that again." 

"There must be something. In fact, I think you want to go home." Marcos ventured.

The prince seemed to reflect on that for a moment. "I... Yes. But I'd want it be how it was when...I want to be welcomed back."

Marcos nodded. "We want that also. Not to have a claim on the throne. We want to have stability in that young country. Sellis has gotten boisterous of late" Marcos recalled.

"It's the 'Treaty of Passive Powers'. When we signed it, we thought it would protect us from you. Now it keeps us from incorporating cities along our borders. The generals grow restless because we speak of nothing else but surly towns and unruly cities on our border. They will not send a representative to our senate and join the commonwealth. Their diplomats come and tell us endlessly of the same problems that they debate in our senate." The young prince explained.

Marcos realized the boy was only a few months ago a direct spectator into what they were doing. The few times anyone had tried to de-brief him had failed to find any real value in his knowledge.

"Like what?" asked Marcos. He had heard vaguely the same thing. His information came from the border towns, and from Sellisian nobles. It pointed to Sellis building an empire. He didn't have too much information from their nobles. He collected a fair amount of gossip and he tried to focus on the moods of things. If the royals didn't realize they had become something else at this point. They were headed into regional wars of conquest. It's hard for a people even the leaders to not know what effect their actions are having. Someone must have noticed, since things were still rolling.

"In the senate, they are always obsessed about trade and land. Land is needed for raising horses without fences. You don't do that here and it stunts the horse." Lectured the prince. "Trade is needed to sell the horses but if we had the right amount of cities we could sell to ourselves. Everyone needs horses, dye, fine woven silk, wine, and whisky." He said looking out at the market as they passed. People with hard tans looked around lost in the huge open market.

"So what do the diplomats from your neighbors say?" Marcos just realized a key thought. Unsaid, the prince just asserted that Sellis' goal was to control trade everywhere in the region. Likely by the centralized control of the markets. The area was fertile so they shouldn't starve despite how bad it would likely turn out. "They complain when we stop trading with them. We get a new city and they stop trading with the people they used too because we always offer cheaper." He said. "With our navy we trade everywhere. They got ships in Cardin right now."

"Why does Sellis need to expand Prince Carthin?" Marcos asked plainly. He hoped the prince had this discussion around the dinner table once before. 

The carriage turned out of the busier parts and got to the more quiet wide streets of the municipal district. Around them were Cardin's municipal complexes the Council Chamber, the Customs house, Academies, Hospitals, and the Guard barracks towering behind matching iron fences. Students, guards, officials, and other citizens worked behind the fences doing the small things those complexes needed to do so things outside could run smoothly. 

Cardin employs a relatively large portion of its workforce for this season until spring. Nevertheless, this is the critical time, when the population more than quadruples as the masses come pouring in. Many never know Cardin is a marvel of civil engineering.

"So that we're all together. We can fight together without worries of the other cities army. This first started as Sellis grew from a city. We said 'we won't charge tax for people who join with us and they get a say in the senate what we do'." The prince explained. "Cities took the chance to be able to have access to trade and we flourished. We offer aid to cities in time of suffering. We got an army trained together and it may not have Menthino's numbers but our cavalry is larger." He said looking toward the passing city guards' barracks. The only horses they used were for drawing carriages and parades.

"So who picks what's sold?" Asked Marcos. 

"Our guilds that are dedicated to different services. The more cities we get the more they come together. So for instance, Sellis sells horse. We can help transport goods and provide a cavalry. We have a guild for all that, and all the horse related stuff from husbandry to making carts and tack. That's what our city does. We need grain, and a guild does that, handling the farm stuff. The guild of storehouses and warehouses sets up and maintains granaries and warehouses. There are many more and it's a great system. The young go and apprentice in these groups. Cities that join the common wealth pick what they want to be dedicated to. Cities still do stuff like grow their own food and repair saddles on their own. But not like the guild, they are the ones who really sell rare, exotic, expensive, or surplus mundane stuff, and set the prices for everything. They have market similar to the senate where they talk about the projects and work together."

"Why do they want more markets to sell to?" 

"They want more people to buy their stuff. And if enough people buy and sell we'll have balance. When you're in the commonwealth, the guild becomes the main supplier of many things. Kind of like Menthino I mean how do you get rid of all those yams?"

"The Crown, the cities, merchants, and others buys the product from the farmers and distribute it to other locations. Major cities like Mavvus, Leethon, Lafaust, and the army consume a lot of it. They all have buyers come in who take this stuff out. The king's army is paid by the taxing account setup from customs. Because of the tax, we are able to provide for an army and safe cities without the need to expand to fund it. The crown also owns a majority of Mavvus, and several other towns like Tilin. The rent is necessary in those places for upkeep, but it is low. The sales tax on trade is our real revenue producer. We also receive some money from new charters of businesses started and new trade ships but again those are low and mostly pay for the navy." Marcos said. "I will add that, for large projects such as stonework or shipbuilding we do use guilds, but not as freely. We need their cooperation to build the large sailing ships. They can help and harm an economy. Everyone wants money prince. If they charge too much, not many will be built. It's best to let the one making it, and the one buying it, decide how much is too much for something."

They pulled through a city manor in the municipal area. The mansion had a fenced yard only big enough for the carriage to bring them around to the door. Around this trip, Ein had been quiet as usual.

"How are things?" He asked her as the prince scooted past them to stand.

"He is unreasonable, and seems to take pleasure in being useless and problematic. He thought to bully me but we are well past that now." She said looking at him shyly.

They stood to step down and the door of the regal building was opened inward by a stout grey maid. Stepping in to the open foyer, they were taken to rooms to relax. The prince declined loudly and he went directly to await supper in the dining room.

Marcos was seated in the upper level library with Princess Nossin who was asleep in a high backed armchair. Kaarthen was on the settee with Rinis but she seemed distant staring of into space. Mara was playing a board game of Queen's crux against Jilleta. She seemed to be beating her.

He watched and it was an interesting game. More so than other games, Queen's crux is strategic game where pieces are lost and regained quite easily. In Menthino, it is the national game. Both seemed to be masters, and they chased each other around the board in a mutual attack strategy. Marcos was quite impressed; he'd seen old men play the game for hours with only half a dozen moves between them. These two played in quick turns and altered styles frequently.

They were summoned for supper before either player gained any kind of advantage.

Marcos looked up shocked. "Wow, that was amazing you two did that for a whole hour and I didn't even notice as I stood here." Marcos said genuinely impressed. He had been genuinely sucked into the drama and actions of the board game and even felt a energetic buzz from it. It almost made him want to play despite the fact he wasn't very good.

"Well she learned earlier with Princess Nossin. Perhaps it was beginner's luck." Said Kaarthen coming awake.

They moved to the dining room as Ein and the prince departed. No one said anything to the other party.

They were seated with Princess Nossin at the head with Marcos and Kaarthen at her right and left. Mara sat next to Marcos and Rinis was seated next to Kaarthen. Jilleta, Princess Nossin's Hjordis stood behind as she ate.

"How was the day?" Kaarthen asked. They had just finished a soup course. It was obvious the kitchen was in disarray after the prince was allowed to compress and collapse the chief's schedule.

"Boring enough to need a drink for a distraction. Speaking of which, we'll be heading for Sellis when we return. We may be fighting our way out or bringing peace to the region so be prepared."

"Will my angels be alright?" Kaarthen asked reaching for Rinis.

"Why wouldn't they be?" Marcos replied confused. He realized that they did not have immortal eyes. They were no longer vampire nor exactly succubae but it didn't say what or any limitations they may have. They had gotten stronger, but Marcos thought perhaps that was from the milk Kaarthen pushed on everyone. "Would they be?"

"They will not have trouble." Princess Nossin said looking down the middle of the table and out the window.

Marcos looked at Kaarthen blankly. "See? The Princess always knows." Kaarthen stared at her before looking back. 

Kaarthen considered the question further of what could hurt the girls, but the Goddess occupying a corner of her mind seemed deliberately vague with answering. Kaarthen understood that nothing they were likely to face could hurt them but that didn't answer what actually could.

The meal was excellent. They were served veal over rice and a tangy gravy. The group went upstairs to the parlor and met with the appeased Prince Carthin. He tried to show graciousness and attempted repeatedly to speak with his peer Princess Nossin. She let his conversations drop and left inane questions unanswered, as she watched Marcos and Kaarthen stand at the edge of the room. The prince persisted and she finally turned to him and missed when her subject disappeared with Kaarthen into their room.

"You'll go crazy if you don't get better prince. Kaarthen will come for your head then." She said with uncharacteristic venomous cruelty, and immediately stood and walked off to her room.

Marcos and Kaarthen went to be alone privately in their room. As he closed and locked the door, he turned and found her nearly naked already. She climbed sinuously onto the bed. Her ass raised and her wet hairless holes peaked out invitingly. She slid flat on her stomach and looked over her shoulder at him from the soft mattress. The bed had a canopy and seemed an elegant backdrop for the beauty of her divinely feminine frame. The tower's training and rich food helped her keep her curves and muscles but softened her with a pleasant soft layer. She looked at the moment not as a barbarian Amazon from the wilds but like a six and a half foot tall, impossibly curvy, pale as death, seductress. Her silvery white hair rolled over a shoulder and her catty pupils danced merrily in their voids. Her curved ass and thick muscled thighs contrasted well with her narrow waist and wide back. Marcos undressed in a trance staring at her. She had achieved synergy with her divine occupant and synchronized to radiate feminine sexuality as she writhed on the bed. His fantasies and impulses danced in her minds eye and she danced with them. Her tumbling spread her scent around the room and messed up the bed to create a love nest of mussed bed clothing and pillows that would envelop them. Her movements enthralled him more and more as she showed more and more of herself to him. Marcos stumbled as he undressed and he stepped out of his pants revealing his hardness. Finally unclothed, he straightened and walked to the bed.

Kaarthen lay pointed away on her stomach and felt his hard cock slid between her feet as he climbed over her. It jumped and pulsed as it slid up her calves. It wetly slid up her thighs and when it reached her pubic gap it thrust in. She felt how his drooling cock prodded for entrance into her vault. The combined moisture accelerated the process as they slipped along each other. The skin of her body was clammy with the fragrant scents of her pheromones as Marcos dragged himself over her and sank over her like a second skin. Kaarthen's whole world was on the small patches of their touching skin. She closed her eyes and smiled inwardly as her hips rose and writhed slowly helping his quest. 

He found the center of her heat and wetness and shoved in. His cock did the talking as he told her of the irritation and stresses of his day. She turned her head instinctively and opened her eyes. She reached a hand up and over from under her and guided him for a kiss. His cock jumped within her and hardened as their lips met. She kept him from pulling away as she continued and he gasped into her mouth as he thrust in hard gushing into her.

The goddess perked up suddenly from its corner with a celebration of feminine fertility. Sex with Marcos for Kaarthen, was always mind bending and a rewarding reaffirmation of the goddess within her. She immensely enjoyed her worship sessions in this manner. 

Marcos reveled in being close to her and separated from those outside, and didn't seem interested in leaving despite the fact it was still quite early. Kaarthen understood the sentiments he tried to share during sex. She was surprised at the level of dark cold energies of death the prince inspired in those who surrounded him. Marcos, despite his irritation, was only a sliver of that attention. Ein had an order of magnitude more of antipathy towards her charge. Ein's feelings however, were dwarfed by Princess Ruegin's cold calculating hate. 

She spoke into the pillow as he lay atop her. "The Goddess is greatly pleased with us Marcos. We must settle the business in the west quickly for my child to be born by spring." She kissed him and patted him.

"If we can make an easy pass that would be the ideal. Sellis may or may not be aware of the beast they are creating. If someone in the guild is actively planning to usurp control, or if in their arrogance the nobles and royalty don't believe us then we may have troubles." Said Marcos, as they looked face to face for a moment. "I will have cavalry and several of our heavy infantry units in Leethon. It will take them two weeks to follow. Sellis is known for cavalry and they fight mounted similar styled armies in that region. I won't be able to win with just a cavalry detachment. I may likely have to ship the heavy assault infantry corps from Pessilberg around the west and up to make landing." Marcos said and finally rolled off her onto his back.




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"You would do all that?" She asked rolling over and lying back onto him

"Yes, similar plans are put forth if the King ever visits other capitals on rare occasions. I do believe however that we'll be quite capable of defending ourselves and our intentions while we're there." He side idly running his hands over her body.

A soft tap roused them and Marcos cursed and rolled for the door. He opened it enough to intentionally show his state of undress as an unmoved grey maid handed him a note and departed.

Grumbling he dressed. "I must be present at the courts, several of today's swindlers and cheats have a hearing"

Kaarthen turned to him. "I see. Will you take the prince?"

"Yes, why?" Marcos said shuffling on pants, blouse, swords, and his robe.

"Perhaps Rinis should take a turn watching him." Marcos raised a brow. "Ein seems to think violence against him is not worth deterrence. Perhaps some time for her to cool would be best."

"Sounds fair. Not professional, but then most people don't actively work against their bodyguard and Ein isn't trained to be a wet nurse." Marcos said chuckled ruefully.

Outside, Marcos told Ein of the changes and collected Rinis and the prince. The municipal complexes they bordered were easy walking distance. The prince however still balked when the Manor's door opened revealing the sunny street and not a waiting carriage.

"We can't walk! What is this? Menthino had a carriage for us earlier!" He said looking around for the tardy carriage. "We are forgetting our...my station as prince, walking separates us from them." He said pointing at the same impassive grey maid who stood at the door. 

Marcos tugged him through the door and Rinis followed with perhaps a tiny grin. The walk was not worth two minutes of unabridged lectures, pleas, and curses. Marcos wondered for the innumerable time just how a sickly boy could talk for two minutes straight till he was red in the face about his health, the injustices of the day, and the inequality of the literally pedestrian means forced on him. He resolved to get a trust worthy physician to make a look and get this settled.

The tirade sputtered out as they walked into the door of the Customs Courthouse. The city had its own court but offenses of bilking the Crown were served by the Crown. They got directions, turned after consulting the reception clerk, and walked down a hallway to the right. They stepped into an office that held an older officer, Princess Ruegin, and her Hjordis who stood off to the side. They both rose as he entered, not for propriety, but to make entreaties of opinion.

The princess started first. "Four men were caught today. One had some small stones in one of his bags of pears. Two others had large obvious rocks in their sacks of poms and the bags were tied so they had to be cut open to be weighed. Another man tried to repeatedly pass off several sacks of rocks onto different check stands. In my opinion all are subject to punishment under equal law." She said waving signed and sealed papers for him. "The court officer is respectfully proposing to execute the family man and his pebbles, or give him a lighter sentence. Something about socially just. I on the other hand, want him forgiven at the Harvest ceremony when they let out the pardoned before the execution."

Marcos smiled inwardly and turned to the pouting prince behind him. "Did you catch all that?"

"Thieves and liars, send them to hang." The prince said thoughtlessly. He was as predictable as rain Marcos thought.

The princess protested. "This is highly irregular, he is not within means, or title for passing judgment." 

"Well it's advice I count highly, and I can judge freely upon his statements." Marcos said dismissively and turned to the boy.

The princess blinked at him. She knew Marcos too well to take situations at face value. She knew if Marcos got the prince involved then Prince Monto was the target. Quickly she understood what she needed to do the prince himself had said it. 

"Prince Carthin, the law states in capital punishment the executor is chosen by the agent or office that has jurisdiction." She said turning quickly onto the presiding officer who paled. "Would you pick the noble who can execute under clear conscience please?"

The Officer stiffened for a moment, and Princess Ruegin's hand twitched slightly. They stared at each other and unspoken words were passed.

"I will freely choose the nominated executor as the duties of my office are entitled." He stated clearly with flat formality.

Princess Ruegin relaxed slightly and turned to the prince with a faint grin. "Prince Carthin," she said exaggerating the name. "The facts are as previously stated. Will you state, for the required annotation, the judgment for the four?" 

"Hang them, what's with all this?" He said, not even vaguely understanding his error. With two words, he dug himself deeper into an embarrassment.

"In Cardin they don't use rope for execution. You will have to execute by blade at the end of ceremonies at the Harvest festival." Marcos said quietly as the princess and officer looked at the floor. "Be happy, in some places execution is by assisted drowning." However, not in Menthino he didn't add. Any executor who did it once quickly retired.

The prince paled slightly and straightened. He tried to mentally distanced himself from the truth and used the distance of time to take some comfort. "Well...I guess... they could still be..."

Marcos clapped him on the shoulder. "This is the first day of Harvest. Why wait two weeks? I feel that we may need to start the process now. Bring the prisoners out to the wall." Marcos said airily, and shattering the prince's illusions as he dragged him out.

The 'wall' was an old execution site used for the other times of the year. Nameless smugglers and traffickers of all things died on the grounds. They walked out quickly to it and stood silently as the four men were escorted in. They had a moment to note the funereal atmosphere the shaded dank corner seemed to have. Blacken splatters of blood on the wall and crows overhead made the area come alive with morbid creepiness. The prisoners were led in after a moment from the opposite side. They had been shackled by the wrist and were all connected by a dark chain. They all were dirty looking and wore homespun or linen shirts and pants of various shades of brown.

The one in front was tan and rounded from living the farmers' lifestyle. The other three were noticeably less tan and were stringy. The middle two seemed related, but the one in back had a hard cold look about him. He was steely-eyed and knew what the place was before the men were made to kneel.

After they kneeled, the prisoner escort locked the ends of the chain to the wall. Rings on the wall connected to both sides of the chain. It created an illusion of strapping them down. The effect was psychological for the prisoners. Like prison bars, they were restrained and held back from freedom by the cold metal they could see past but not cross. Like jailed prisoners in a cell, the middle two tried to push away the chain and fight to extend their world. The prisoners already felt the separation from the living.

The farmer sniveled and cried on his knees pitifully. Marcos hoped he would be the sacrifice to make a Prince who could save thousands as a King. The others were mere criminals and Marcos wanted Prince Carthin to see the difference before he killed them.

He drew his straight sword. The prisoners all flinched. He smiled inwardly, turned, and elaborately offered the blade to Prince Carthin who reluctantly took it. Everyone watched him for his expression, posture, actions, or words.

His lack of training showed, and he almost dropped the blade before using two hands. He stood aghast staring at it like a phallus of death extending down and away from him. 

"Have the prisoners been questioned?" Princess Ruegin asked stepping forward. She still had more moves to make. The prince was left the furthest back as everyone stepped forward.

"You," She said indicating the obvious farmer. "What were you caught with?"

No one who stood moved or spoke further, as the despondent man simply wept. The other three prisoners shuffled on their knees to look at him. They thought if he had a chance maybe they had a chance out of their unfortunate predicament.

"Hurry I have a harvest to administrate." She said trying to urge him.

"I ...was....I didn't know...the...rocks were in the bottom I guess... Highness, I didn't know." 

"The rules say nothing extra for just this type of reason," Princess Ruegin said coldly. She turned to the next prisoner.

"You two had bags tied and sewn shut. They were full of fist-sized stones. You tried to sell half a cart of dirt to the Crown." She said equally coldly. "There is no question of your intentions. What would you say on your own behalf?" 

"We don't deserve this highness. We are just trying to get along. The war forced us out here. We're not farmers."

"I don't doubt it, rock farmers don't live too long" She turned and looked at the next scruffy fellow.

Normally her Hjordis would keep men of his sort back. Here in the gallows, she could walk right up, look down, and examine him as close as she wanted.

"You tried to sell your 'goods' repeatedly to make money and it was found you were passing off nothing but rocks," She said and square up to him. "I don't know what to call you."

She turned on her heel. She motioned to the officer who brought a signing board up and handed it to her. The board had writing and title implements. Provided were a old fashioned quill, ink well, a blue stick of wax, a roller to dry signatures, and four unsigned execution orders.

"Prince Carthin," She said formally with a small smile as she looked upon his blank tormented eyes and pale face. "These are the orders for the men before you. If you would be so kind as to check their names and sign, we'll get on to the execution."

He looked at her in silent disbelief. He looked at the sword in his hands and back at the quill. Marcos had to laugh at his realization of one of the oldest adages in the world.

"Yes Prince, the pen is mightier," Marcos commented. "They aren't dead till you sign for their lives."

"Don't tarry," The princess said holding out the board. "Read out their names and sign after confirmation." She used one hand to flip the pages.

"Nnoel Sangarnis." He said shakily and flinched as crow overhead seemed to mock him. 

"I am here, but this..." The third man said before a guard stepped up and raised his headthumper.

"Garen Sangarnis." The prince said only a little easier.

"Aye." The second man said numbly.

"Bassul Maggon." The prince called out.

The forth man only nodded.

"Young prince it would be merciful to allow a man freedom. This is the typical custom during festival executions." Marcos said now. The prince turned to him hollowed eyed with a pitiful look of pleading. The prince looked like he was the one to be executed. 

"Perhaps that farmer, he has been productive for us." Princess Ruegin said moving up and standing to block his sight of all but the farmer. "What is his name?"

"Rath Noggill." He said numbly.

"Sounds perfect, give me his paper Monto." She said expectantly. The prince moved slowly as he did as she said. Lifting with one hand the paper and giving it to her. 

Marcos noted he wasn't handling the stress well and seemed only capable of following orders at the moment. "Rinis, have the prince sign the papers." Marcos ordered.

Silently, she moved forward prepared the quill, folded it into his hand, and moved it onto the execution order. Almost unconsciously, his hand moved and signed. Halfway through, his bowels released. Everyone was surprised at what they were seeing. Rinis took the signing board as Princess Ruegin backed away. Rinis as usual, was untouched by her surroundings. Back in the Manor, Ein was on the floor laughing with Mara. 

"Wait, wait, stop." Prince Carthin protested. His hand continued and dotted the 'I's and crossed the 't's. 

Rinis continued as if nothing smelled and moved onto the next page. Again he signed and cried large tears of confusion as he continued down the path laid out for him.

Rinis moved onto the next one, but he balked freezing in place.

"Prince Monto will sign." Rinis said in flat voice, her face showed no emotion as she plainly commanded him. She grabbed his hand again and they struggled to place his hand onto the board.

"Prince Monto will sign." Rinis said again. They all watched as he stared stuck at her and complied.

She released him and returned the sign orders with the board to the officer who smiled gratuitously and quickly stepped back to where Princess Ruegin stood along the back wall by the door.

"Well, that was dramatic." Marcos said. He motioned for the guards to move in. "Bring farmer Noggill to a liaison officer who can take him back to his family."

The three criminals sat back in repose. The prince was in a trance. Rinis had around come to the prince's side mimicking the princess' Hjordis and looked satisfied. 

"Is their any information you all have that could perhaps spare your lives and get you out of the country?" Marcos asked. He stepped forward to them for the first time.

A cacophony of voices rang up as they spouted some of the worst conspiracies he'd heard. They didn't know names so Marcos could tell thing were hurried jumbles of non-sense. Besides no one leaves men like these alive after a conspiracy, and if they did live they would've been smarter and likely better paid.

"Interesting. Please take a moment to quiet yourselves and meditate." Marcos said bored of the noise.

After a moment, he turned slightly. "Rinis have the prince execute the three. Beheadings are the most humane." He said and stepped back to watch.

Rinis touched the prince forward. He was by now catatonic and drooling slightly. His wet pants squished as he took three steps forward. She stepped to his right and with soft fingertips she raised his arm, bent his elbow, and turned his wrist. The sword was raised and the razor edge was dropped. Marcos and even Kaarthen were surprised at the results.

She had pushed and pulled the prince's body like a rag doll but could only sever Garen's neck partially. The cut was definitely mortal. The blood from his neck splattered the prince and other two men and painted the wall. After a moment, the body keeled over and sagged in the ropes oozing out blood.

Marcos snickered from behind them. "That won't do Prince. Guards, have these men present themselves face down, this is too complicated." Marcos ordered. The guards stepped in daintily around the soiled prince and used the head thumper on the other two men to get them to go with the flow for the last time.

Rinis corrected and two cuts later, they had slaughtered the whole lot. Rinis it seemed was an excellent puppetmaster herself.

"Excellent. Rinis take the prince out the side gate we will meet you out in front of the complex." Marcos ordered. He joined the Princess in giving wondering looks at the retreating Prince but was happy for the silence whether Prince Carthin's mind was broken or not.

"Officer, I have messages to send to Mavvus." Marcos said turning to the shaken officer.

"Yes, of course. You can write it with this." He replied pulling the execution papers out from the board and sliding in fresh sheets from a slit in the bottom.

He scribbled orders for an audit of all information on Sellis. The audit would alert Leethon of his intent and get the military into gear. The King is old and at sixty he wouldn't do more than ride out to the border. He would be required to lead any action, but for now, they had to begin the planning and make recon.

He wrote another note to Augussi for a quick hunt on any knowledge or rumor coming out of the west in regards to Sellis, the 'Guilds', any kind information on leadership, the activity of their Royals, and a standby order for safe houses from Leethon to Sellis. He was glad the girls didn't need too much extra consideration. He wouldn't go to all the safe houses but his gear wasn't always as durable as he was. He would find out over the next two weeks if the prince could come along.

The princess made a request for a carriage to come to the Manor to pick her up. Despite her happiness with the events, it was early in the day still. Several stocks would be in that evening and at least one needed to be completed. Menthino needed much to be done for a proper harvest.

Marcos left the office and joined the others outside. The princess was staring at the prince with an ear to ear grin. With simple orders, the prince was moved back to the mansion and brought to the door. The gray maid stopped the little troupe when she saw the dirty prince at the door and quietly mentioned a fountain for dirty things.

"Rinis take the prince around to the right of the building to the fountain. Strip him of anything dirty and have him washed. If the clothes do not come clean, hang them. Bring in the prince once he is clean, and bathe him properly." Marcos said and stepped in past the maid. Princess Ruegin followed with her Hjordis and they went up to find the rest of the party.

In the lounge, Princess Ruegin stepped in with her relation of events.

She chattered quick and excitedly. "That idiot lost his marbles. He was all pissy when he came in and made his orders like the fucking Emperor himself. Lord Panthi showed him. He had the boy communicate the execution and carry it out. Monto shat himself signing the order. SHAT HIMSELF!" Princess Ruegin paused at the hilarity and covered her eyes. "His bodyguard had to swing his hand like a puppet-master. He's out there being washed in the fountain like an invalid vagrant. Look!" She said opening a window and holding the curtain for them to see. "He hasn't spoken since. The idiot's mind broke." She laughed. "I hope it stays broken. The law says an incapacitated noble can't get married." She continued jovially.

She was likely at that moment the happiest person in Cardin. "It's still early but I'll return and want to celebrate tonight." She said clutching her hands to her breast and looking around the room at them. Tears watered her eyes as she smiled at each of them in turn. Her eyes finally stopped on Marcos. "Oh thank you lord Panthi! Even if this doesn't stay, I have witnesses that say he may have nerves that would be a liability. No one wants frayed nerves in their children. If stress turns out to be a cause I'll never get married I just know it." She said burying her face in his chest. 

On Marcos' other side Princess Nossin mimicked her sister. After a moment, she looked up at him and an odd blank grin came to her face. 

The grey maid came along and hustled Princess Ruegin out for her carriage. Princess Nossin stayed locked onto him as he moved over to comfortable seat and sat.

Despite her Hjordis' sudden coughing fit, Princess Nossin sat in his lap and cuddled into him. Marcos didn't do anything improper, he simply hugged Princess Nossin and rubbed her back paternally. They sat just like that for quite a while as the princess dozed.

Prince Carthin came in led by Rinis who was led by Kaarthen. They found the prince's room and put him to bed.

The gray maid came in again and Kaarthen had her bring soup for the cracked up prince when dinner was served.

"I think Rinis should stay with him." Kaarthen said finally.

"I think Ein should help her do the thinking. It would be bad to have something happen because they weren't looking around." Marcos said.

Kaarthen though about it. "That sounds like a good idea."

"Oh, before I forget. I will be taking him out with me tomorrow." Marcos said quickly looking out to the prince's door.




The Champion's Companion Ch. 12



The preparations for this journey to Sellis were almost automated.

Flurries of activity started before they even returned from the Queen's chambers. The girls were already prepared to move with their elegant camouflaged robes. They brought black silk capes for discretion. Kaarthen noticed how Dulia and Augussi held court in the map room already preparing to watch from the sky every moment of their travels. Everything seemed well rehearsed. Remy re-inspected all the weapons for sharpness. Marssel re-arranged Kaarthen's clothes to look like a traveling noble woman with a Marcos as a bodyguard and the girls as maidens. 

Kaarthen knew her role was new in this, but the experienced stagehands guided and directed her through her part until she was standing in Marcos' quarters with her girls ready to go. The prince had been brought in gagged, blind folded, and hooded. The women couldn't resist and had tied his hands behind his back and exposed his little girl cock. They could be so ruthless when they wanted to be.

Marcos addressed them. "We travel to Leethon now. The travel would take three days with a double crew or more than a week by horse. Leethon is a pretty place. The city is right where the tip of the mountains meet the coast. It is our west capital and sits nearly on the border. The heavy infantry will be several days in movement but it will be unlikely we'll need them. We are going to travel by my gate to Leethon and save sometime."

Ein spoke up real quick, "How will we know where we're going?"

He marched them in through doors and hallways into the depths of his apartment till he found a map. "Okay let's try this..." Marcos held out his right hand and placed it flat facing up with his fingers straight together, and his thumb along the palm.

"If the wrist is the eastern shores then the heel of the palm is the great eastern mountains. The Moxle comes after and Astrokos is the thumb across the top. Directly below them is us, and Alcanton to the east going out until the sea. The ridge of the finger joints is the chaos lands, and Osmuun is at the pinky finger joint. Leethon is to the north east of that kinda."

"What about the rest?" Mara asked staring at her hand. They were all doing it now and stared intensely as if a cartographer had actually written something somewhere.

Marcos cleared his throat. "Well...If you drop the pinky from the other fingers and pretended it was wider that would be the swamps the mud people come from. If you cut off the fingers above that into small pieces those would be the colony islands. The one joint above that is Sellis where we're going, but it's only a city on the coast. Dar Delis is the crossbow trigger finger joint, but that's just where it is since it's an island. Munklin is on the mainland between them and Astrokos, so that would make them the tip of the thumb.

Ein asked her next question looking past him at the wall map. "What's it like out there?"

Marcos shrugged. "Mud people live in swamps and used to live across the entire west coast. Sellis is a bunch of tall fair haired people who came by ship to trade long ago. They don't even remember that, but what they found was mud people. Actually, mud people are pygmies who like mud. They use it for beauty, farming, cooking, curses, mix it with cow piss, the women decorate their hair with it. People don't like them because they're always trying to push their mud on people. If a mud person doesn't like you they throw it at you with a grin, if they love you they drip it on you with a smile. Do you think Queen Mensillin sits down with a diplomat from there?" He asked rhetorically.

"When the water pulled back, the mud people followed, and Sellis is alone now. In Munklin, the dark people are taller and forgot their mud since the shit freezes up there. And it's not just them, Astrokos has deserters all over up there, werewolves too. That country is as big as Astrokos, or Menthino but their internal politics are stunted by the sisters to the west and Astrokos to the east. In Alcanton, you can disappear stepping outside your village, you don't know who your neighbors are in that forest. In Munklin, they have factions. Some allied with the sisters, some try to just build what they can, others are off doing their own thing all the time. Some people plot their return to Astrokos in conquest, or to aide their people."

"They are all barbarians generally and excellent fighters. Dar Delis sends people over on vacations, and too poach a man or two. In fact, they have most of the enclaves up there just for visits. In other areas, there are only city-states. Most of the west and the east are just wild lands."

He looked over and caught Mara idly wanking the prince. He snuck over to the prince's ear and pulled her hand away for a moment. "Damn got myself a cramp..." then let her try to finish him off with her hand as he squirmed and wriggled in protest.

He stepped back and watched Mara win and finish off the sobbing prince.

Marcos brought them to another door in the very rear of his apartment and turned back to address them. "These are all private areas. Now, what is going to happen is, you will step on the platform I tell you to. Place you hands on your shoulders, step on, step off, and wait on the other side. The place where you go may be dusty or dark but be patient and we'll all go from there. Who's first?" He said looking around.

Inside the closet sized room, four clear grey platforms a yard square stood with the names of cities over them.

"Why didn't we go to Cardin this way?" Ein asked aloud.

"The prince wasn't allowed in here, and it wasn't important or necessary." Marcos responded. "Hence, the blind fold and leather hood."

Mara stepped up first and Kaarthen watched as she popped out of the room.

"Amazing." She said, reflecting everyone's surprise. The link was still there and strong but the distance made an odd echoing resonance between them. She and the Goddess synchronized and watched the language of the machine on its next three runs. It was different than the other flowing pieces of the god's magic because of the man made controls and its purpose built nature, but she could see the stifled elegance. And more importantly she learned its magic.

Her journey was instantaneous. She felt the power wash over her. The science that Ein had learned was re-written in the god's language. It was odd to see and feel it. After watching the machine several times, she understood how it looked at her and simply re-wrote her somewhere else.

She would try later, perhaps after understanding the where of the place it picked. For now, she looked around and found out the room she was in was a small parlor. Dusty and ragged in disuse, the room had no windows, but a paneled double door was open leading to a dark hall.

"Okay, not bad. We are in an apartment in the tower here." Marcos said after popping in last.

He moved forward through the room's door and led them out into the hall. The hall lead through the abandoned apartment and ended at a larger set of elaborate paneled doors. Marcos barely turned to count them before fumbling the lock and opening the door. On the other side was dark until he opened curtains to reveal a sunlit corridor.

The hall was quiet and clean with a window and skylights letting light in through frosted glass. The floor was pale marble with red and gold carpets lining the edges of the walkway. Columns studded the walls along the gently curving corridor and curtains in between created a closed in feel. Kaarthen didn't figure a room was behind every set of curtains but they kept her guessing.

"We're in a wing of the castle. I think the western side. It's not obvious now but the castle was built up and into a mountain. Leethon has some of the largest iron forges in the world. The design of the castle is a half circle that slopes up along a cone shaped mountain. It's actually an elegant defensive design that allows for an incredible layered defense." He said as they walked to the right. Marcos seemed slightly unsure as he looked around trying to remember.

They didn't travel too far before they found people. Around the curve and near a column they heard lovers energetically expressing themselves. A lady's ankle came up out of a curtain at almost eyelevel. The parted curtain showed a curtained abscess with a dark haired woman in satin standing up against the column embracing a richly dressed man. The woman's dark thatched pussy was visible and seemed to already have spunk glistening in the hairs as the man pistoned into her.

They passed quietly with hardly a giggle and came to the top of the curves arch. Wide bay windows and a pillowed benches of ruby velvet was on their right, and gold and red stairs led down to the lef. Ein and Mara looked curiously out the window.

"Wow we're pretty high up. The whole city is like a tiered tower all the way down to the flat grassy shore." Ein said amazed.

Marcos walked over to tell them what they saw.

"It helps to think of it as narrow cone. The city is cut into the side of half the mountain. You may not see a wall but from that window, the grass out to the river is the border. Beyond that is wilderness. Forest people, villages, and city-states are out there. Leethon is like a towering beacon to all that. We can see a lot from up here."

"Like Pyressel?" Mara asked leaning back into him.

"They are northwest of us hugging along the mountains much too far to see. But yes, they are there." Marcos said pointing out the corner of the window.

"Amazing." Ein said looking around. 

Rinis turned, unhooded, and ungagged the prince for him to see. She had fallen into her puppetmaster role like a fish to water.

"Prince Monto will look," She said quietly urging forward.

He looked at the view shocked.

In the daylight, they saw the roofs of buildings and balconies jutting out in the same white cut rock. The similarities of the flat surfaces made it difficult on the eye to understand what was what. 

Out to the left the canal came in on a raised aqueduct. The aqueduct was almost hundred meters tall, on the sides were what looked like widen streets. They could see people and carts enter the city along the Canal. Watercraft floated along slowly before their traffic disappeared into the labyrinth below.

Out in front, the beautiful blue sea languished against a rocky cliff below an open narrow grassy strip that surrounded the mountain.

"So this is another Fortress?" Kaarthen asked bemused.

"Yes, one with a front door." Marcos said smiling. "Follow me, eventually we'll find someone else, it is better if we're together.

The stairs were surprisingly steep and took them down several floors. People in red, white, black, and gold livery came scurrying around and were more and more common as they went lower int ot tower. Finally after four floors the stairs stopped.

"The stairs are on either end now. We're in the more traveled areas now."

They walked around servants carrying scrolls and others with dishes. They were reminded of the internal bustle of the Citadel in Mavvus.

Shortly they excited the tower and with little fanfare stood outside. Marcos arranged for horses, to Kaarthen's disappointment. They rode down streets that switched back. Just as servants slowly became more common soldiers and guards became more numerous. 

"I don't remember seeing a single guard in the castle. Why are they all down here?" Prince Carthin asked suddenly.

"That was only a tower, this is the castle."

"What about the people here?" The prince asked.

"The citizens of the castle?" Marcos answered facetiously with a grin.

"But they can't just go in and not be stopped?" the prince asked confused.

"Who would stop them? Why go in?" Marcos said grinning further.

"Surely the rabble can't be allowed everywhere." The prince pointed out.

"Leethon is our best steel producer. It smelts and forges iron, steel, bronze, and even gold. It trades locally with Osmuun and other land locked cities to the west. The people are too busy for walking idly up steep stairs and all that. But, if they had the time, why not go up?"

"Then an assassin could kill the Marquis." The prince pounced.

Marcos blinked. "Oh? Well that's why he has bodyguards, and besides that's not even his tower."

"What?!" The prince looked back up at the summit and was surprised to see a cluster of four slender towers each one taller then the next.

"Wait till we're a distance away you'll see more. This mountain is big. It's amazing what these earth moving people have done to it." Marcos said cynically as they were continuing on.

The front door Marcos referred to was exactly that. They walked to the castle wall then along it to an area forgotten by the sun. They stood in a forgotten portion at the far end of the city. Kaarthen felt the whole city was atop her shoulders. A wide wooden door they had to de-horse in order to cross stood in front of them. Standing in front it, it seemed Kaarthen and Marcos would have to bend in order to go through.

"Most things come by the causeway but that doesn't matter for us." Marcos announced. "Once we leave we'll continue to Pyressel and to Sellis." He finished looking at them.

"If we ever get separated go to Pyressel." He added. Making Kaarthen raise a brow.

"OPEN THE DOOR!" He shouted startling everyone.

From up above came groans and creaks of mechanics long unused and coming to life. The door lifted in to the wall. Showing the sunny, yellow grasses that went out all the way to the sea.

They led their mounts slowly until they stood surrounded by the grasses. Behind them, the door closed loudly until it fell into place.

"Well, thanks to that we are a hundred feet from the border." Marcos said mounting.

Kaarthen looked around in a hundred feet nothing changed. In one hundred yards, nothing changed either. Perhaps two miles away they crossed a stream their horses easily forded.

She looked back at the city then to him. "Why is there nothing around but you made a boundary? How will anyone know?"

"State secret." Marcos said grinning.

"You're having too much fun." Kaarthen said shaking her head.

They continued deep into the night. The six travelers finally camped in a wooded area among tall wide trees. No one was willing to start a fire despite the prince's pleads.

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Merris and her younger sister Heppi stood in the dirty alley waiting for a paying stranger. Her daddy had thought it a good idea to take them out of the house and have them wait in the alley around the corner. His friends were all broke now and work throughout the city was drying up. It seemed that all the money had dried up in Pyressel recently. Now there were more fights, less smiles, and the city seemed colder and spiritless for some reason. 

The cloudy day seemed to add to a feel of gloom. Today wasn't shaping up to be a good payday. Customers don't like to fuck street girls in an alley when it rains. So far, a drop hadn't fallen but the traffic was slow on the shop street they looked out onto.

Merris was twenty but she made her money by looking young. Most of the look came from her freckles and light eyes. The rags she wore helped her with the look of young misfortunate innocence. Her hair was long and feathered with a deep tan on the top of her arms and shoulders. People thought her some stupid farm girl caught up in the city. Being in the forgotten alley in Pyressel's low district, no one misunderstood how these young tender things made ends meet. 

Her younger bulkier sister Heppi stood with her. Quiet as usual, she laid back against the wall. Her gut, shoulders, and thighs bulged with more than just muscle. Despite her size, she was pretty flat chested. Heppi had grown from a tomboy into a woman who could be mistaken for a large man. She wore little more then a shift but her body didn't look sexy in it at all. She looked more like a rough middle aged woman ready to scold her man. Some men wanted her, but they were the kinkier or 'confused' sort. She was mostly paid by men who wanted her back hole and called her men's names as the franticly used her, or those who sat on her face while they jerked themselves off. She had the bulk to fight some men who wanted free peaks and perks from them. 

A new girl named Mara had came to the alley that day and quietly soaked up business. Heppi thought she could scare her off, but from under her robe, she produced a wicked knife and twirled it like a street performer. Heppi was mesmerized by the dancing blade until she realized tiny Mara had stepped close and poised a stiletto to the side of her neck like some assassin. They left her to stand on one side of the alley where she waited as if she was expecting someone. She stood with an unchanging smile giving everyone a hungry bright eyed expectant look. 

Mara was beautiful with pale blue eyes that seem innocent, inviting, and cold somehow. She seemed to be better suited for a brothel in the high end. Her unmoving inviting manner seemed like exactly what a brothel girl at the front window would do to attract business. Her body covering purple robe seemed odd but elegant, and she already was quite popular. She serviced several men in a private corner. Merris was sure, there was no way out from back there, but no one returned from the dark corner with her.

Merris was able to get her own action despite losing regulars to Mara. She was usually bought for a fuck right in the alley. Men would bend her over and drop their robes over her till just her head and shoulders peaked out. They usually tore into her clothes and groped her body under the rags. They liked her dark hair and brown tan. The last man she had this morning had paid well but he fucked her for much longer then normal. His cock felt long and hard like his body.

Like the others, he just had her bend over a crate, lifted, and dropped his robe's hem on her back. He fucked her with little regard to her preparation not that it mattered she enjoyed it immensely and didn't have to act. He went deep but didn't rub her raw. Within a few minutes, as she moaned he quietly held her still and spurted heavily but kept on fucking. Again, several minutes later ans she came, he thrust deep as his cock twitched and emptied several thick spurts into her. Finally, after what felt like hours more intense pleasure, he thrust deep again pulling her up by the hair, and shot himself into her a few more times in strong gushing splashes. For the briefest of moments, he was still. Then he was gone leaving a handful of the fake 'guild money' to pay her. Her pussy dripped as she counted the money he left. It wasn't accepted everywhere but she had quite a lot already for anyone who would take it.

Oddly, Mara pulled her aside after she wearily tried to stand and got her hot for the next one. Well, more than hot, she was sure she got what men tried to pay for. Mara's sucking and slurping tongue made her moan loudly and writhe drawing the attention of people passing on the street.

It wasn't too much longer before the next guy came along.

"Hey girls," said a man in a long cloak. It was a heavy velvety green that she though only a noble would wear. Next to him was another man she recognized from days ago. He was the quick sort, done fast, and off like a shadow.

"Won't two of you be enough? What do ya say Ebbert?" He asked the second man who stayed quiet.

"How about a suck here?" The man in green mused parting his cloak and fumbling for his robe pull. He walked into the alley grinning slightly and pulling up his red robe under the cloak.

"No," Mara stepped in. "You are from Sellis, take us to your inn and tell us things in your room."

"What?" Merris and Heppi said. They were street girls, not brothel whores, or courtesans. Going to a room was attractive, but dangerous.




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Mara stepped before them fluttered her lashes. "It will be cheaper. You will want us all night." Mara pulled the arm slit of her robe open exposing a huge leather clad tit. In her small hand, it poured out over her wrist promising a warm, soft, and bountiful body to fuck.

"Oh you're a leather girl huh?" The man in green said looking her up and down. "Look Ebbert we got something extra premium here." He said elbowing his suddenly more interested friend.

"Okay, how much for the three of ya?" Ebbert said finally with his eyes locked on Mara's goodies. He pulled out real money. 

Merris couldn't take her eyes off of it. "My sister is only for protection. You won't have to pay but she'll just watch." Merris said looking at them both in turn hopefully. 

Mara smiled and walked among them, looping Ebbert's arm. "We can count how many times we fuck and pay later." She said while rubbing herself against the man in green. "I like that!" they said already squirming.

"Well then, I suppose come on the Harpy's Nest is up the street." He replied smiling.

Merris and Hepi fell in with the group. Mara's supreme confidence helped her calm down. She hoped she wasn't about to disappear like the rumors of other girls. Without protection, they could disappear off to become these men's slaves or worse.

The group walked up from the low district's empty shopping area past low-end tailor shops and cobblers. They rounded up corners into a deserted avenue of restaurants, inns, and bars.

They came to the Harpy's Nest and walked through the door. The place seemed quiet, at a table near the back a man in black sat almost in the shadows next to three women and a gangly boy. One of the women looked stunning with pale Amazon features and full lips. She was hugely muscled and looked like she could go fishing barehanded wading in some wild stream. She exuded haughty arrogance as though the world didn't touch her. Her eyes were oddly shiny from the windows grey light, and her hair shone white in the faint light of the cloudy day. The other two were smaller than normal and were dwarfed by her. They had cloaks similar in fashion to Mara's. Merris thought it must be the style in richer places.

Out of the back of the serving area, they took a well-lit dark wood staircase up to the third floor. The hall was lit by windows casting their grey light on the wood floor. It seemed gloomier to Merris in the barren hall. She felt fleeting apprehension. She looked out a window for her alley but wasn't surprised to see nothing but roofs and chimneys.

"This is it ladies." The man in green said smiling, and opening a door.

The room was tiny. Two beds on either side along a wall, and a window took up the space in between. It was crowded in the room with five people. Mara happily jumped over to a bed and Merris sat next to her, the men stood opposite looking between the girls expectantly. Heppi leaned against the wall by the door. 

"So look, get naked. I'll order some food or something for you all a little later." The man in green said excitedly. He pointedly ignored Heppi, despite how he had to lean around her to look at them.

"First tell us what the guild is doing in the city." Mara said biting down on her lip as she smiled cutely. Merris thought she must have been trying to hold in laughter.

"Wha... What are you talking about?" The man in green said undressing.

"Get naked." Demanded Ebert, who by now was naked himself.

"Hmm come here Ebert." Mara said raising her arms to him. He walked forward happily. She moved lithely reaching out to him. She slid her hands along him across his abdomen and thighs like she was blind and needed touch to see.

Her hands slid inwards on either side of his groin. A thumb flipped his cock up, she caught it into her mouth, and as she slid down onto it, her tongue popped out of her mouth everywhere at once. Sitting next to her, Merris was entranced, this woman was extremely skilled. The focus of the tiny room locked on the two, Mara and Ebert's cock. Only obscene wet slurps and his labored gasping were heard. Ebert was average size but in her small hungry mouth, he must have been carried off. In few moments, he came hard squealing and moaning as his hips came to life on their own. 

She watched Mara hungrily continue to suck him down. He must have cum like a bull because she didn't quit swallowing until he fell back. Exhausted, he hit the floor barely clearing the other bed. It was only two minutes, but Merris just learned a lifetime of technique by just watching. 

Already the man in green struggled to clear Heppi and step in. "Damn the looked good lemme..."

"No. I want answers. What is the guild's business in Pyressel?" Mara demanded standing on the bed with hands on hips. She was too cute to be a good interrogator. The man formerly in green wasn't thinking interrogation. He thought he wanted to get his cock smoked like his friend on the floor.

"Who are you? Why you little." The man yelled pushing off Heppi and stepping around his prone comrade.

As he reached for Mara, she slapped his hand aside. He tripped and toppled to the bed and Mara rolled in onto his back with a knife out already as he fell next to her.

The chaotic sound of the wood door exploding shocked them. A man in black kicked the rest of the door out of the way. Wordlessly, he stepped in and hauled the naked man off the bed by his legs and out the door like a vengeful spirit. 

Mara hopped off the bed following them out the door. In her cute way, she seemed to march along smiling. After a moment, the massive white haired woman appeared. Her massive frame blocked the doorway. Her shoulders and elbows were wider then the door and her eyes and forehead were above the doorframe. She leaned in and a sinuous arm snaked down and grabbed Ebert who was still asleep by the shoulder. He too disappeared through the doorway as she tugged him out.

Merris and Heppi watched the open doorway scared to leave the room. They looked at each other quite surprised. 'Somebody was late for a very important date' as the streets sometimes say. Plenty of quiet rumors of people getting dropped in scandals and plots usually mentioned that no one survived serious things like this. Judging by the likes of the beautiful and talented Mara, they were very serious. 

Marris and Heppi fled the inn incase they came back to silence witnesses. They wouldn't say anything, 'who would listen to them?' Merris grabbed the men's clothes, purses, and anything else she could figuring nothing was owned anyway.

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Ebert opened his eyes slowly, the warm buzz the girl's mouth gave him had worn off quickly. He felt his hand tied above head with rough rope and noticed he was naked. He seemed to be in a large barn with straw on the floor. The walls were cheap uneven wood planks that let in day light. Directly in front of him, he saw his comrade bound similarly, he was naked with his hands and ankles bound to a wood post.

Ebert felt different from how his friend was. He couldn't see it, but the post he was on had a fence that ran along it. His ankles were stuck up behind him supporting his weight along the fence beside the rail.

Slowly he became aware of a silhouette. A great black shadow that stood to the left. It was hooded with dark eyes above a black mouth. The man in black regarded him closer now and saw him moving. 

"I see our friend has awakened. I understand you are Ebert. I am new in town and I wish to know some things about you and your friends. How long has the guild been in this town?"

"What? I was here for six months."

"What are you doing in this city?" He asked taking a step closer.

"We were designing a sewer and building it. We are in the city still because they tried to make us use local labor."

"Is that why Nobleman Rocert was here?"

"What? He just guided the contract, he already left."

"When did he leave?" The man demanded suddenly in his face.

"Uh..." Ebert's slow mind was starting to click. He suddenly realized he was likely speaking to an assassin. "I don't think I should tell you..."

"Oh?" The man danced back two steps towards his friend while facing him, then pulled a dagger out. He spun and the dagger blurred as he swung it wildly like a side show performer about to do a trick then turned back to face him.

"Wait! don't hurt Argiole! Fuck! What are you doing?" Ebert pleaded.

The man came closer. "I won't hurt Argiole, you will. It's your choice, if or how, you walk out of here. Now answer my questions, it's a pretty straightforward exchange." Marcos paused and stepped forward again toward Ebert. Stepping, or standing close to 'Argiole', would be better for pressuring. "Okay?" he asked looking for agreement.

"Okay, sure." Ebert committed. "Uh, Guildman Rocert was here for a new contract. We do various services here now. Nobles in this city sure are happy with our service. We wanted to impress and get a good deal. For big deals, we go all out and have them meet with our leaders. We got high rated pleasure girls for the nobles that have them ready to sign the next day."

"Why are they so happy to sign and join the guild?" Marcos asked.

"They aren't joining the guild yet. Pyressel is gonna be a good base for trade from this region into the south. But, they haven't signed on yet. Rocert tried to offer the nobles titles and matching lands in Sellis. In a few months it won't matter, we do the logging here now and the carpentry. We sell them their base supplies since they ain't got nothing but trees around here anyway. Guisel to the north wants Pyressel to stay out of the guild because they control the woodworker's guild."

"How sad," The man said bored. "So where's Rocert?"

"I don't know he should be heading back to Sellis." Ebert guessed.

"Really?" The man said stepping past him out of sight. "I believe you."

Ebert only heard the snip before he fell flat to the floor. He was quickly dragged to his feet by the man to look him in the face. "I'm gonna let you go. Take your friend." He said and pushed him over to Argiole.

He tossed a blade to Ebert. "Here take this and cut him down."

Ebert rushed behind Argiole quickly and cut through the leg and hand ties. Argiole dropped limpy to the ground unmoving.

"Argiole wake up! Argiole..." Ebert stopped as he knelt over and touched him. It wasn't how cool his body was that stopped him. An ugly wound was on the center of his lower back. The wound was a wide slightly gaping bloodless slit. The edges were puffed and darkened black by poison.

"What did...?" A heavy hand came down the back of his neck as another snaked in taking his knife in his hand and stabbed for his heart. For an instant, he felt heavy breasts on his back and soft thighs on his rear before he was released and dropped dead onto the back of his co-worker.

"Well, I don't want to chase Rocert all over the western region. We're going to head him off in Sellis." Marcos said looking at Kaarthen's handiwork. The two naked men found alone atop each other would look like a sick crime of passion. Their deaths wouldn't look anything like it actually was. Scandal would be reported and they could ride the wave of rumor and if they were lucky find more people who knew the two. In Sellis, he would avoid the guild and focus on his real mission of finding the condition of the royals. 

"The girls are already readying the horses outside." Kaarthen said fingering a sixth skull on her hip chain under her robe.

Marcos smiled. "Good, we'll get moving then. In these northlands, we'll be better off in inns then out in the wilds. Unfortunately, inns will be few and far between."

They crept out of inn they broke into. They had used a 'sleep room' that was locked for the day in an inn across the street from the Harpy's Nest. By tonight when the deaths will be discovered, they will be long gone already.

Outside, Kaarthen and Marcos' horses were saddled and waiting, as the girls and Prince Carthin sat mounted watching them.

"Rinis did you arrange for our guest to get a robe?" He asked after mounting and leading them out.

"Yes Master." She replied flatly.

"Now would be a good time to put it on, Guild people are only going to get more numerous, we don't want Prince Monto getting killed yet." He could hear the prince jolt up in his seat.

Four hours later, they found a town on a wide trade road. The inn was a decent size. It was built for passing merchants and had a worn but comfortable atmosphere. The serving area was suitably large and had tablecloths and chairs instead of the usual benches and planked tables. The group was served by an old waitress who showed as much titflesh and nipple as she could without falling out of the dress. They were guided to a table as they found out what was to be served. They dined quietly in the back of the serving area. Marcos sat with his swords across his lap.

"Prince, tell us about Sellis right now." Kaarthen asked after she and her angels had finished. They had eaten a warm dinner of stew, bread, and honeyed wine. Marcos had tipped rather liberally for privacy. He received instead, the attentions of a suddenly horny waitress, and an anxiously friendly barkeep.

"We are still pretty far. One week or two by horse and well get to the grassy fields Sellis over looks. The court will accept us as ambassadors I'm sure." The prince said.

"Who are the heads of house in Sellis?" Marcos asked for specificity. Intrigue never sleeps and he wanted to know what the names are of the other kids in the playground.

"There are about a dozen families and five major ones. Blacksail, Grann, Perest, Ovvan, and Perstavy. The last two are closely related to our family, their heads are Dukes and Duchesses. They are cousins and uncles of my mother. The others are close and have served for generations as trusted friends, stewards of the crown, ambassadors, captains, and admirals. The Ovvan house has many great statesmen and ambassadorships, and Perstavy has several positions in the navy and cavalry. They are traditional families that have made good money as we have expanded. The others are merchant families who bought and kept titles, or others who were minor nobility but gained power as we expanded."

"What do you think of the other families?" Marcos asked searching for bias or some slighted family.

"The nobles all scheme and have plots to bring favor, or bring ruin to others. The other families are not as distinguished or storied, but are as well placed. They all have relatives that hold high offices, though not in as frequent numbers as the larger older families." The prince answered equitably.

"Sellis doesn't have Barons, Counts, or Marquis. What equivalent kind of the title or rank is the senate?" Kaarthen asked curiously.

"They are 'Senators' but equivalent to Counts. They are selected in assembly areas by the commoners' family who live in the area. The families get together and vote for whom they want among themselves. It's helped on the local level to keep us aware of what the people want."

"Interesting." Marcos said finishing his meal. He rose, paid for the meal, and arranged rooms with the happy innkeeper. They bunked in two rooms, both were at the end of the hall on the second floor. Mara quietly followed Marcos and Kaarthen while Prince Carthin followed Rinis and Ein into the room across the hall. 

After a bath, Marcos found himself in bed naked lying atop Mara and Kaarthen. In the wide bed, Mara was dwarfed by Marcos and Kaarthen's long frames. She curled between them like a warm, soft, wriggling core to their embrace. Marcos' long hard cock was ready like a fierce javelin. The women teased him and rubbed his cock along their slick holes beneath him.

Kaarthen moved up and sat back against the headboard with Mara and Marcos atop her. She was could feel Mara's light quick fingers scouring her pussy now that she was between her legs. She could also feel Marcos' hard iron cock rubbing between them, dripping along her thigh. It wasn't too long before horny Kaarthen was pushing her teats at them urging them to take from her.

"Drink me babies." Kaarthen giggled and lay back. Marcos and Mara latched on making her writhe and mewl. Marcos kept his lips on her as he got on his knees and moved around behind Mara. He pulled her up by her hips and prodded her purposefully, sliding his cock along her crotch. Finally, he pushed up his cock and slid across her pussy into her ass. After the initial thrust, he paused for the experienced Mara to get ready. With a long steady push, he sunk into her as she made small choking grunts around Kaarthen's breast.

Kaarthen felt his slow steady thrusts into Mara and allowed her to feel the acute pleasure of her milking. Marcos fucked her for a long time in short deep thrusts before finally releasing into her the countless thick heavy spurts of his seed. When he rolled off, Mara spun and sucked his cock clean savoring the mixing tastes.

They slept that night quite satiated. By morning, they gathered down in the inn's stable. They all felt the winter approaching and in the light fog of the chilly morning they mounted and rode west for Sellis.

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High above the campers, one lone figure stood upon a branch. It was a faceless quiet vampire hidden in the shadows. Quietly as the wind, two others came. One was a slender man the other was a shorter blond woman.

"You only watch them Mellion?" The youthful woman asked. "They should be bled and driven from our territory."

"Are you numb in the head Karassel? Can't you feel them? They didn't start a fire. I don't think any one down there is mortal. I've never felt this power before either. Is a delegation of covens crossing our territory Micus?" Mellion asked the man.

"No one announced themselves or an intent, but they are pretty deep in the territory." The second male 'Micus' replied.

"That makes them violators." The woman 'Karassel' pressed. "They may be headed off further to attack Asskil, or Creamus."

The three bickering vampires didn't sense movement as Marcos dropped his mundane guise and shifted into the shadows. Repressing himself was a good exercise that few could understand or appreciate. Usually it caused people to mistake him as a mortal and to underestimate him. Even better, it allowed him to blend in so the eyes passed him over and didn't stop.

In full form, the darkness hid him well as he turned into a portal of the abyss with a similar shape of a man. Like the absence of light itself, he crept along under the moon light in the brush to the base of the tree's own shadow. Though the distracted vampires were quiet, he was silent. He climbed quickly to them clawing up the tree.

From out of the tree's shadow, he reached out and grabbed for Micus' across the shoulder. His gauntlet slashed down across his face, neck, and chest before Marcos shoved him off the branch. Vampires have stellar balance, and can jump very high in the air but they can't actually fly. As the other two turned and tried to jump clear, Micus, was too distracted to save himself and the wet crunch of bones was heard from the bottom of the tree. 

Mellion the first watcher, turned to face him. He jumped backwards to get away as he saw his attacker but was caught across the legs by Marcos. They tumbled in the air, before hitting a nearby tree, and landing in a heap. The vampire was on the bottom and drew a short sword as Marcos rolled off. They stood facing each other and Marcos could hear the less than graceful exit of the female as she tore through the forest in a panicked sprint. 

The vampire attacked first seeing him unarmed. He tried a low quick one-armed thrust and was kicked in the hip and slashed across the face by Marcos' guantlet. Marcos then sprang in knocking the stumbling vampire over. Once Marcos was over the vampire, he grabbed both arms at the shoulders and stood while stepping on his gut, dislocating the joints. He stepped back, then brought his other foot over the left knee and stomped. The joint reversed and snapped under his weight.




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He turned and pursued the female through the brush. He didn't want witnesses spreading the word, vampires gossip too much. As he pulled up to her, he drew his own curved specialty sword. He hacked her as she turned back to look at him and cleaved through her shoulder and out her hip. Her body seemed to spiral as it fell apart before the underbrush pulled it out of sight as he ran past. He slowed and stopped returning for her. That effect was well worth the trip. Marcos knew of other ways to keep oneself entertained with two and a half vampires it had been so long... he had forgotten how good it felt.

"Can you still talk pretty? Where does it hurt?" He called out and stepped in closer. "Hmm? Come along now." He grabbing her wrist and dragging her back to where the other vampires were spending the rest of their lives.

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Kaarthen awoke by the Goddess' forceful insistence. It literally tore open a dream, reeled her out, and opened her eyes. The sky was starting to lighten above her through the trees and the moon had set.

She was brought to full wakefulness by a tune being hummed in the distance. She rolled to her feet and pulled Lourndai from her bedroll. Crashing through bushes, she stumbled into a clearing. 

A shapeless writhing thing stood in a clearing. Around it was a testament to sadistic creativity. Wooden pikes too many to count suspended the broken body of a man into the air. The way his legs bent under him suggested he was thrown or dropped and impaled onto the spikes, or that every bone and joint in his lower body had been worked to move differently. His body was fully penetrated in several places as he wriggled. Under him, small lights flickered as a small fire struggled to burn the wet wood. 

To either side of the clearing body parts of one or two other people were shredded and broken. 

A head on a pike caught her attention the open mouth surprised her. Its fangs detracted from its sorrowful expression of agony. Only a mother could be sad for a face like that.

"Marcos," Kaarthen tentatively called. She stood frozen in the edge of this area of repressed hate and cruelty unleashed. "Marcos, what happened?" 

**So this is what happens...** The goddess remarked.

She was surprised that was the best she could say. Behind her, the girls had been shocked awake by the nightmare image she was surrounded by.

"Don't worry go back to sleep." Marcos said without turning. His voice was even, unstressed, and devoid of emotion. 

The goddess wrapped itself tightly in some unseen shell within her mind and prodded Kaarthen forward. She fumbled with her robe pulling it tighter mimicking what she felt inside her head.

"Marcos, I just want to see if you're okay." Her voice was shaky and sounded as scared and small as she felt.

He turned, he held by the wrist a human upper torso trimmed delicately of fat and skin. It was remarkably bloodless. The firelight picking it up showed the exposed muscles and even some bones clearly where he was a little too forceful with the blade. In his hand, it wriggled like a worm on a hook still alive and trying to escape. His other hand held a short curved knife. 

"I'm fine, thank you. These were just scouts checking to see what we wanted." Marcos said wryly.

"What are you doing to th...that?" She pointed with Lourndai.

"Well she," Marcos said drop kicking it across the clearing against a tree. "Was answering the questions the others wouldn't, in his case couldn't." he said pointing at the impaled head.

The fire behind him was picking up and the figure on the bundle of spikes started to wriggle and moan.

"Don't worry I have to destroy the body and the heart and separate the head to kill them. That one up there will survive if I let him. And, I'm sorry, and her too, she'll survive." He said crossing over to grab the pitiful creature. It was pulling itself along and inching into the brush. "They don't know death unless I help them. They play their little games amongst each other. Vampires think they're always the top of the food chain. Dark Mother's night children are lost and bicker among themselves." Marcos finished nearly whispering. Both his hands locked onto the skinless torso's neck tightly trying to choke it. They silently struggled in Marcos' sadistic pointless game. 

His appearance was changing as he spoke to her. His long habit of ability repression was winning out and 'normalizing' his appearance. Formless dark swirled into the dark haired tanned man she knew. 

The goddess was pleased to see the change. It wasn't comfortable being on the same plane with the presence of his full form. Kaarthen wasn't sure this apparent control was good, it just meant he was consciously torturing these creatures.

"Kill them and be done with it. What have you learned?" She asked finally. 

Marcos loudly snapped the torso's neck, spun the head, and popped it off before tossing it into the fire. His hand gouged into its chest dug around plucking out its beating heart and tossing it.

"They just wanted to control their borders. There are others ahead but I know now how to avoid them." He said and walked to the fire. He hacked the pikes down collapsing the man and hacking him to pieces. He snatched a tea kettle from the fire and turned to her with a smile of a child caught being naughty. "I was heating tea. Let me bring it. It'll be good for the morning."

Kaarthen felt the Goddess' love for him explode seeing his look of feigned innocence. The strong feelings hardwired into her from this other half were hard for her to dispute or dismiss.

She gave him smile. "Don't worry, the Goddess understands. I should help you kill from time to time it would help us both." She said turning and leading them back. 

They walked back to the campsite and found the girls dressed and the prince ready. They enjoyed tea together and ignored the prince's question of what was cooking. They started traveling as the sun broke over the trees. 

*

I hope people enjoy this. People who post these stories are looking for many things. I just enjoy comments, and knowing people enjoy the story.

I would like to know, if you do Jack/Jill off that the stories help. If, as you are enjoying yourself, you peal another layer of the dark onion of desire in the back of your mind, and think to yourself "wow, if only they....".

Leave a comment. You're likely not alone. Honestly, know you're not alone even if you are one percent, there are millions of us. So just know even the comments are free. if you want to PM ideas, questions, or random non related stuff. BTW this is now just over half of what was written, editing is slow...

The idea may not be in every segment, but you will certainly be more likely see your fetish if you request it. I write because I haven't seen enough stories they way I like.

There will be a three part story (called 'Sweat', 'Spit', and 'Tears') about the Spear Mistresses and their rather single minded efforts to purge the elves. you haven't seen the last of them. 

Also (restitution of love) is being edited too. It'll be the sequel for dissolution of love.

Look for series 'Victorious' it's a present day work, and more involved. (I hope) It fell out of my head, it works, and I enjoy it. I hope we can share.

So please enjoy and comment freely. 



The Champion's Companion Ch. 13



I hope people enjoy this. People who post these stories are looking for many things. I just enjoy comments, and knowing people enjoy the story.

I would like to know, if you do Jack/Jill off that the stories help. If, as you are enjoying yourself, you peal another layer of the dark onion of desire in the back of your mind, and think to yourself "wow, if only they....".

Leave a comment. You're likely not alone. Honestly, know you're not alone even if you are one percent, there are millions of us. So just know even the comments are free. if you want to PM ideas, questions, or random non related stuff. BTW this is now just over half of what was written, editing is slow...

The idea may not be in every segment, but you will certainly be more likely see your fetish if you request it. I write because I haven't seen enough stories they way I like.

There will be a three part story (called 'Sweat', 'Spit', and 'Tears') about the Spear Mistresses and their rather single minded efforts to purge the elves. you haven't seen the last of them. 

Also (restitution of love) is being edited too. It'll be the sequel for dissolution of love.

Look for series 'Victorious' it's a present day work, and more involved. (I hope) It fell out of my head, it works, and I enjoy it. I hope we can share.

So please enjoy and comment freely. 




Marcos figured that after slightly more than two weeks of travel out of Pyressel they would arrive in Sellis. For several days, they were able to find conveniently placed inns. The land around them slowly opened up as the forest gave way to the lowlands of grassy clearings and meadows. Marcos was pleased with their efficient travels. 

The money they used attracted attention. People at inns and stables would furtively look around after taking it and secreting it away. Marcos rapidly noticed how they coveted the gold or silver coins. He thought of how if the guild controlled the markets then this money would be quickly turned over to them and disappear. It seemed that the people were stockpiling what they could on their own. A common trait in centralized systems, they lose track of the small transactions. No system is good enough to work against the collective. 

Marcos was not sure if this meant they wanted to leave the area and needed the money, or if the individuals meant to keep all the outside money for themselves, or if they had a black market that used it. He couldn't seem to ask anyone what they valued the money for until the fifth night traveling. The group went up stairs after dinner and Marcos hung around to get answers.

He had tipped a waitress for a drink and flipped a coin at her from across the table. Men from across the serving area pounced on her and he watched while deep in thought as the barkeeper and other waitresses defended the woman from being robbed. After things calmed down, he was able to walk up to the front of the inn and have a word with the innkeeper.

"What's the problem with money around here?" He asked furtively.

"Excuse me sir?" The skinny innkeeper asked. Marcos noted later that he was uncharacteristically thin for his profession.

"The money. Why did everyone get so excited over it just now?" Marcos turned and looked at him full on.

"It can be used in more places then a guild voucher, and it's real. Most shop owners and merchants have left and only traveling traders come in rarely. When they do come into town, they only work or sell stuff for real money." The innkeeper shrugged. "That money buys a lot of stuff the guild doesn't sell."

"Thank you." Marcos said slipping out several coins and stepping back. He watched the innkeeper quickly snatch away the money like all the others. He moved up to his room with the same thoughtful expression he'd been wearing a lot lately.

"Well, hello." Kaarthen said from the tub as Marcos entered his room. Her white hair was unbraided and flowed behind her. Mara was attending her long pale legs and was naked to keep her other clothes dry.

"This town is starved like all the others. Did you know caravans come into town to sell them basic services?" Marcos said walking past them to a sofa they moved away from the fireplace for the tub. He pulled out his swords and laid them against the couch.

"Like what?" Kaarthen asked.

"Tailors, shopkeepers, and shoe makers I suppose. They almost had a riot down stairs when I tipped the waitress." Marcos said suddenly getting an idea.

"A riot huh?" Kaarthen mused. "An outbreak of chaos for money?"

"Yes Kaarthen, that would be perfect." His mind envisioned riots breaking out all over the countryside once they got to Sellis.

Marcos bent to kiss her. "Wh...What?" Kaarthen said looking at him confused and turned in the tub to watch him closer. "Hmm, you seem happy. Have you come to a solution about the complex economic debacle looming ahead of us?"

"Perhaps." Marcos said and retreated to the sofa.

Moments later, Kaarthen stood and the water glistened off her body as she towered over the room. Her statuesque for was heavily muscled and only slightly padded. Her heavy pendulous breasts swung and swayed flicking drops back into the tub. Standing in the small tub, she seemed to dwarf everything around her. Mara looked like a pixie hopping on her toes trying to dry her Mistress.

"I think you've grown taller Kaarthen. Tell me, how do you think we could get into the inner circle of the nobles and rub shoulders with royalty?" Marcos mused. He started to distract her by undressing as she thought about it.

"Umm money? They like money right?" Kaarthen said not understanding what he wanted her to know. Mara was slowly and softly rubbing her dry with the towel. Mara's large breasts also pressed against her as she slid around her.

"Right, but that would be handled by clerks and pursers. How would we get close?" He said watching Kaarthen bend over for her hair to be wrapped. 

"Sneak into a party or hold one of our own?" Kaarthen said unsure if Menthino held enough sway to have the upper class of Sellis attend.

"Perhaps the first one would be best. Menthino has a small embassy in Sellis, we still treat them like a city." Marcos noted sitting naked on the couch idly stroking his hardening cock. 

Everything was interrupted by a knock at the door. Marcos and the two women paused staring at the door surprised. 

"It's Ein and the Prince." Kaarthen said quietly. Marcos quietly got up and went to unlock the door.

"Enter." Marcos said opening it. 

He was still naked, and Kaarthen and Mara were also in states of undress.

"I uh..." Started the prince, as he looked around the room shocked. Ein simply looked on bemused at the affairs of the room. Mara and Kaarthen defiantly remained uncovered. The two women rubbed oils on Kaarthen's body as she sat in the couch Marcos left. Kaarthen spread her legs carelessly as Mara attended her inner thighs and abdomen.

"Well?" Marcos said testily with a hand on his hip. "Do you need a bedtime? What do you want?"

"I...I wanted to know...What I was to do in Sellis." The prince answered swiveling his head about the room. Mara and Kaarthen continued to ignore him as they continued with the massage.

"We'll be crossing the border in a few more days. You'll likely stay in the Embassy. If I find out it's possible, or if they request it, you'll go back to your family. I don't think they can be visible trying to kill you, and they certainly can't let it look like some outside group was responsible. You'll have to find out what's going on once you're back in town all by yourself." Marcos said holding the door. "I will be out on my own, and finding information about the guild and how it relates to your family. Menthino has very little contact in Sellis, but that is going to change. In fact, we'll have a party for you when we get there."

"Oh uh that sounds wonderful. I...Um that was bothering me for a while. I was just a little worried... please excuse me." The prince said spinning away out the door.

Marcos closed the door behind him and turned to Kaarthen and Mara who were both shiny with oil. "Let's get to bed."

They moved over and got onto the bed. Marcos lay beneath Kaarthen and Mara. Kaarthen straddled him and leaned forward pushing her breasts to his face.

Mara gobbled his cock behind her making throaty wet noises and slurps.

"You can't make me." Marcos said childishly turning his head to refuse her.

"No, no, no, baby's gotta drink." Kaarthen said playing along and smearing herself along his face. She could feel Mara behind her sucking him in full strokes as Marcos came to complete hardness.

"Baby likes mommy milk," Kaarthen said leaning in further and pushing a breast to him while holding his head still. Finally, he took her right nipple in his mouth and popped her nipple out with a strong suck. "There we go, suckle it slowly." The intense acute pleasure seemed to shoot up her breast down her arm and across her chest. He took her other nipple and squeezed it in to his mouth also. The pleasures made her lean in and threaten to smother him before she settled back almost sitting on Mara's head. Mara sensed her Mistress' need and moved away and teased her with Marcos' throbbing cock. She wagged it around while Kaarthen tried to sit back upon him.

Mara finally lined him up for her as she sucked on his balls one at a time. Kaarthen sank back onto him and came instantly as he penetrated her. She felt her orgasm was intensified and extended by Marcos' sucking. For a brief eternity, she was completely lost in the pleasure of Marcos on her and in her.

Like breaking the surface after a deep dive they both exploded with a exhale as Marcos paused for a breath and Kaarthen was released from the blizzard of pleasure. "Wow I always enjoy that so much." Kaarthen said as she petted Marcos. He looked so much like a baby with both eye's closed sucking contently. 

She moved her hips slowly building intensity to bring him off again. Behind her, Mara licked her asshole and fondled Marcos' balls. The cool softness of her breasts on her ass comforted Kaarthen as she continued to rock steadily. After only a few moments Marcos came. Kaarthen was quite pleased as she felt his body tense and his cock pulse within her.

She slept that night in the same position straddling Marcos after Mara had finished and curled next to them.

By morning, her pussy was slightly sore but very ready for another quick fuck. With more energy, she rode Marcos, as he lay awake under her. His hard cock pushed deep into her slick wetness, and small orgasms popped through her as she marched into the warm embrace of a mind-numbing climax. 

Spent, she sagged over him mindlessly kissing and licking his face in her afterglow. Marcos rolled her over as she gazed up stupidly at him as he pounded down into her with deep long strokes. Her legs were brought up over her head as he took her savagely plunging his full ten inches as deep as he wanted into her. 

In her swirling haze of pleasure she could feel Mara's mind in hers reveling and sharing the pleasure she felt along with the sight of them in full lust craze. Marcos shifted into deeper short stokes as his cock swelled within her. Finally, he came gasping as he felt his balls truly empty into her, and then dropped as his tiredness crept up on him.

After a quick moment of rest, they left the bed and dressed for the continued trip to Sellis.

Four days later, the group found itself on the open grass fields of the valley surrounding Sellis. The field was more than a hundred square miles of an oval shaped clearing. Mountains ringed the valley on three sides in a C-shape. On the west side, in the gap of the mountains, Sellis stood on a hill that many thousands of years ago was an island. Behind it, and further west, was a canal leading to a harbor.

Kaarthen remembered her visit to the map room in Marcos' tower in Mavvus. From above the fields look like an emerald with wandering facet lines of yellow. She remembered how the many roads crisscrossed the valley like animal paths near a water hole.

As they rode up the dirt road, they came upon tall narrow towns. Usually, they were only a block or two wide and half a dozen long. The buildings were tall five to eight story stone structures. They seemed to keep a majority of their residents off the streets. In between buildings, there were arching stone and rope bridges, people looked down at them as they crossed and went about their business. Below them on the streets, the ground was littered with dropped items, food, and what Kaarthen hoped wasn't human waste. Men in work gangs toiled nearby in short wide alleys loading items onto pallets that were pulled up into buildings by rope pulleys. 

The towns seemed like towers that dotted the landscape. She realized they had few, if any ground entrances into the buildings. The buildings must have doubled as excellent protection for the women and children inside the event of a raid of bandits.

In the fields, surrounding them, scattered herds of horses were grazing and running free. Sheep and cattle herds were tended by shepherds on horse back wearing wide sunhats. 

The trip had grown quiet as the group made its way through the destination they traveled so far for. Finally the closed in on the city in the distance.

Sellis sat on a remote hill. Surrounded by flat grasslands, the hill spiked up like a triangular tooth. If Kaarthen hadn't known the city was built on an island she would have considered it one of Marcos' crown jewels of security. Running roughly around the bottom of the hill was a high thick sea wall. Towers studded the wall at points, and had blue tiled cone roofs. Behind the wall, several tall narrow buildings stood in a chaotic jumble. Kaarthen realized a great many people forced themselves to live in the small spaces. Others had worked hard so that as many as possible fit in to the compact spaces. At the top of the urbanized hill, a rectangular palace stood. Kaarthen couldn't see much if any security structures and she was instantly perplexed by the seeming aloofness of the elegant spires of the structure. 

Despite being made of stone, the structure seemed fragile. Bell towers with large bronze bells dangling from semicircle holes stood around the edges of the building and a tall glass structure stood in the center. Below the towers and other slender spires, the bulk of the building sat under a blue and purple tiled roof. It had semi circle cuts in the walls for balconies and sunrooms.

"There it is, the great city of Sellis!" The prince exclaimed proudly. He seemed happy for the first time Kaarthen saw him.

"The whole city could fit within the Citadel's walls." Ein noted. She wasn't exaggerating by much.

"The city is a feat of engineering. Mavvus doesn't have as many tall buildings as the city with its fabled apartments." The prince snapped.

"Leethon was still much larger." Ein shot back.

"Anyway," Marcos said trying to end the conversation. "We need to go through and stop on the eastside to find the apartments owned by Menthino." 

"Yes, I know exactly where that quarter is. All the ambassadors stay there. It's a common place for royalty to meet with visitors and heads of state. It is also quite close to the Palace." The prince said moving closer to talk to Marcos. "Menthino has a building on a block with Osmuun and Dar Delis I believe."

"Lead the way prince. Will we have any trouble getting you into the city?" Marcos asked not really concerned if anything actually happened to him now.

"No. The nobles know me on sight, but not too many of the commoners have seen me before. None but my maids or servants could recognize me. I also don't think anyone brought word ahead of us of my arrival since few saw, or spoke to us along the way." Prince Carthin assessed.

"Plenty of people saw us, but they usually passed over us to look at them." Marcos mused and gestured to the women.

They finally closed in on the city as the sun started to set. Marcos was glad since the towns they passed didn't seem to be open to travelers or even have obvious stables. Sellis was big on free ranging their animals but the group hadn't branded their horses. 

As they approached the gate, they inched forward in dense traffic with carts of wool, chickens, furniture, straw, and building sand. The guards let them through quickly after checking Marcos' letter of diplomacy. Marcos was pleased the men couldn't read since he gave them the wrong paper. Obviously, they were simply impressed by the elegant script and the embossed seal.

Within the city, the streets were narrow dark valleys untouched by the setting sun. Overhead the buildings loomed and seemed to close in. The street remained packed in almost any direction. The prince led them up further into the city and despite the widening of the streets slightly, the traffic didn't slow or cease. People walking and carts all around them inched slowly up and down the streets.

Finally, the prince guided the weary group off the street and under an overhang into a dark room at the base of a building.

"This should be it." He said and swung down off the horse. Marcos dismounted and removed his swords while the others followed suit looking around in the vacant room. Straw and stacked barrels and crates covered the floor. The prince found a door and a pull cord for service.

After a moment, movement was heard and a servant opened the door to see them.

"Please come in." The servant quietly requested and stepped back to allow the six through the door and up a short flight of stairs. At the top Kaarthen was shocked to find herself in yet another street for the block of buildings. The elegant elevated common area had people casually strolling among fountains and potted plants. Elegant columns held up a high roof of the building they stood under. The floor was polished marble, with short steps down onto uncovered walkways that went in an orderly fashion to the other buildings across and in front of them.

"Please, take us to the Ambassador of Menthino." Marcos beckoned the servant.

"Of course sir, and who shall I announce?" The servant asked.

Marcos paused for a moment before responding. "Prince Carthin of Sellis, The King's First Knight, and a high priestess of our Goddess." Marcos said slowly. He presented the papers he had made up for them. In the prince's case, it was a delicate forgery. Later, when presented at the court or the floor of the senate he would have to make sure the papers pass scrutiny.

The servant looked at them each in turn and led them to the walkways and upstairs to the ambassador's quarters.

After a furtive knock, the servant slipped in leaving them outside. After a few moments, the Ambassador came in with laughter in his eyes.

He was a balding round man. He wore expensive silk robe of a tan or a peach color. Not exactly fat his robes showed an obvious bulge of a belly and his cheeks were ruddy from drink.

"Greetings Sir and Welcome! I am the diplomatic officer in Sellis, Mallio Pennion." He said with a flourished bow. "I received word on you imminent arrival. The Queen sends her compliments and an officer from Pessilberg." 

He motioned them into the building. The interior had an elegant residential feel that was for putting diplomats and citizens at ease. Brown leather and wood furniture complemented the paneled walls and grey stone floor. In the lounge, the Ambassador remained standing and picked up a short stemmed glass of whisky from a waiting end table. 

"My servants were curious if that was a real seal. Whomever did it could make good money in this town selling seals." He said handing back the documents.

"Thank you, one of my women did it free hand using molded clay for the wax seal. The rest as I understand is just lots of calligraphy and an orange, blue, and brown ribbon." Marcos said unable to hide his pride. It was good information to know he wouldn't have problems. "Nobody can tell?"




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Most diplomatic missions double as spy houses in the eventual hopes that subterfuge and misinformation can save lives back home. Menthino, like the Sisterhood, and several other cities and states, pushes for every possible advantage in foreign courts.

"Likely nobody would know, most times the senate or the Guild make the rules lately. Royal decrees that we get our hands on aren't sealed like that, or even signed." The ambassador said shrugging. "How about I get you some rooms ready? I have an open invitation to present you in the senate. If you would like we can go in tomorrow."

"That sounds excellent." Marcos said turning.

Ambassador Pennion motioned with his drink for a servant. "Good, but do stay for a moment I have a man sent a long way here for you." He said and motioned with his other hand for another servant who sped off in another direction. The women, and Prince Carthin, followed the first servant up the stairs and away to get settled in.

"Ah, let's sit." Said the ambassador sinking into a chair.

Marcos was aware how the man seemed to quietly take charge of the room and so far directed everything. He had no intention of getting in a pissing contest or killing this seemingly useful agent of the Crown.

"Thank you but I will have to see him in private. Tomorrow we will have much to discuss." Marcos said remaining standing.

"Sounds quite reasonable." The ambassador said slightly dejected.

Marcos reasoned that drunk or not the man was a shrewd and skillful actor. Likely the ideal person to be left here as Menthino dealt with Sellis.

"Tell me how long have you been here?" Marcos asked, knowing the man had been here thirteen years and was married twice to merchant's daughters of a foreign then a local family.

"Little more than a decade, but I'll never get tired of working here. I trained up in Munklin for years with those crazy barbarians, but Sellis is crazy in its own special ways." Ambassador Pennion said candidly.

Marcos nodded. "I'm sure you have evacuation routes planned in case we need to leave quickly?"

"Yes, actually it's a badly kept secret how easy it is to get out of the city." The ambassador replied chuckling.

Marcos snorted. "What the sewers? We've heard of that even in Mavvus. Please find a more creative way. I don't want assassins all over the prince if he needs to flee. He may still be useful." Marcos instructed.

A large wide muscular man was shown in by a servant as the two spoke. The man had light hair and grey eyes. He was suntanned and stood at six feet. He wore knee high leather boots with dark pants tucked in and a red shirt under a leather jacket.

"Ah, this would be the man, let me leave you in privacy." The ambassador said hopping up to take his leave.

After a moment, the man took the ambassador's seat. He sat still quietly while studying Marcos with a blank face. 

"So what message do you have for me?" Marcos asked as he placed a knee on the seat across from him. His swords kept him from enjoying plush seats sometimes.

"I am captain of a sixty man detachment of our heavy assault infantry sent into Sellis' port to assist you. I am told to report and work in whatever way you see fit." The man said in an understated low voice.

"Thank you I will likely need you to stay here. Tomorrow bring two of your best men to make a show of guarding the prince." Marcos said. He had a growing plan in his head that was starting to take shape. "Is... Colonel Vieght onboard?" he asked with hope and dread.

"Yes sir, He was curious what could draw you out. He is at the harbor with the men."

Long ago, the colonel and five other men had been survivors of a vampire attack. Of the six, only two kept from going insane after the nightmare of their capture. The men had spiraled into various self-destructive behaviors and eventually died taking a great many human and vampire lives with them. The colonel understood and shared Marcos' burning hatred of vampires because of what he became. Of the four who went crazy he had killed one himself to protect a town. The colonel and the other man who had become a general lived on by throwing themselves into their work and defending Menthino. Both had become Marcos' trusted hands in times of crisis and chaos.

Despite their sacrifice, neither could ever enter Marcos' protected city of Mavvus again. They instead had roving warrants of inspection to travel where they wished doing what needed to be done. Colonel Vieght, like Marcos, was an excellent light infantryman. He was skilled as a ranger, an assassin, or as a scout. He trained the heavily armored assault infantrymen based in Pessilberg on the assassin's skills of stalking, urban ambushes, and covert operations. The arts were only useful for the Palace guards since the heavy assault was never used in ambushes. Nevertheless, the large men learned priceless lessons and became swift on their feet and comfortable out of their armor shells.

"Good, that will be all. Have the two men in here by tomorrow night." Marcos said and rose spinning to the door. Behind him, the captain silently crept off.

"If you've heard enough, I would like to be shown to my room." Marcos said to the figure he knew to be behind him at the doorway.

"Ah, yes Milord." Came a squeaky reply from a young maid. She peaked around and Marcos was surprised by her young age. She was short, light brown haired, and lightly tanned. Her hair was pig tailed and her wide eyes seemed wet and innocent. "My apologies Milord, I only stayed to show you to your room after the meeting."

"Very well lead on woman." Marcos said dismissively.

His thoughts centered on the girl and resolved to find out if she was a spy for the ambassador or someone outside. As he walked to the room, he guessed she was only eighteen but certainly seemed younger. His eyes didn't see any hidden weapons in obvious places, but his women in the tower didn't carry one blade either and they were considerably more lethal than anyone could ever guess.  

"Miss, have you been with the house long?" Marcos asked as they went up the stairs. He still watched her intensely and readied his left arm to strike.

"Ah no, only within this year milord." The maid replied.

"You must learn not to stand too close to talking people in this place, it is more than rude." Marcos said warningly.

"Yes Milord I understand I will do that of course," She said turning her head. "This is your room sir, please enjoy your stay with us."

Marcos walked in before realizing he hadn't asked if she were a local. Her accent was flat and he didn't hear any western influence.

Inside his room, Kaarthen sat in a chair facing the door and seemed to be polishing Lourndai idly and seemed on edge. Behind her, Mara had the dozens of knives she carried laid out around her on the bed. Both women were quietly tense and watchful.

"Have you noticed anything?" Marcos asked but knew without being told.

"The first room they gave us had an open listening panel in it. I didn't find anything in here but I'm not able to relax anymore. Ein and Rinis have barricaded the prince in a room across from us. They didn't search the room yet so they are staying quiet and acting normal." Kaarthen reported. "If we could get better service in this city at an inn I would suggest leaving, but they seem weird about foreigners here."

"Who was foreigner?" Marcos asked interested. In most diplomatic missions, a majority of the staff were natives.

"It seems that the servants and the maids here are though they hide it well." Kaarthen replied. "I'm able to notice those things since most people I'm around are strange and exotic to me." She fibbed.

The goddess within her told her exactly what the people surrounding her were thinking. The men and women in this place were almost all here stealing and selling information. Marcos wasn't yet supposed to understand her abilities or the fact that the goddess took residence within her mind, but he could still share the knowledge she gained.

"Interesting, Mara I want you to keep an eye on a young maid about your height but very young looking. If you think her snooping, kill her immediately. Kaarthen help her out if you notice any others, I don't like people seeing what's going on." Marcos ordered.

He crossed the room and lay across the couch on Kaarthen's left with his feet to the door. No one felt like fucking in the tense situation they were in. They knew they were invulnerable but they didn't want to advertise.

Several hours later, as the creaks around them settled, they heard a muffled scuffle from the next room. Kaarthen was the first out the door followed by Marcos. Across the hall, the prince sat against the bed's headboard tied by his wrist.

Rinis at on the foot of the bed with two stilettos in her right hand. Ein stood over the body of a man in a black Safi leather body suit. She gripped twin daggers loosely in either hand as she looked into his dead dark eyes. Vertical slashes exposed two steel plates that covered his upper chest. A small horizontal slit between the plates showed where Ein had made it into the man's heart. 

The man seemed short and muscular and had dark spiky short hair that seemed greased or sweaty. He still clutched a long straight single edge dagger of black steel in his right hand. The arm that held it was slashed repeatedly along the inside making it useless before the man died. Marcos assessed that despite her size she cut through the Safi fairly easily with numerous critical cuts. 

Marcos turned from the body. "First, Ein are you okay?"

"Yes, Master. I was moving too fast to be scared. At first, I couldn't cut him and I got frantic. After that...He died." She said flatly staring at the body in virgin wonder. She just learned what all the training did to a living breathing target. It was a good lesson but staring would lead to nightmares or hesitation.

"Don't look at him anymore go to our bedroom." Marcos snapped then paused. He didn't want to make this experience negative for her. He hugged her quickly before pulling back to look at her. "Hold on a second, you did well Ein. You cut past the Safi with what looks like a dozen strikes. Exactly as trained, you destroyed his ability to fight and pressed in quickly. I don't care that he won't answer any questions, he might have escaped. It seems you adapted and got past the hard armor also." Marcos said noting the slashes that dented steel as he squatted down and checked for pockets. Kaarthen pushed her breast milk on everyone and it was turning these women into monsters, him too for that matter.

"Don't feel pity for those like this who attack you. You will kill more, and sometimes they may not be as worthy. Some people can't shake the memory of the faces and it haunts them for what they did, and who they left behind. You'll live too long to be stuck in that nightmare so I want you to leave and know that this man lived by the blade and he just died by it." Marcos continued and started rolling the body in a carpet.

Marcos easily found the opened wall panel the assassin entered from that led out to a ledge outside. Marcos dumped the body out from whence it came. This was supposed to be his diplomatic mission and yet they got the most compromised rooms. That little fuck up nearly scrubbed his mission and would have caused a diplomatic and political nightmare. Already this city was stinking of treason, and subversion.

The night past uneventfully after the scuffle and the group was down early for breakfast. Everyone was alert but their expressions and appearance belied the fact that none had any meaningful sleep the night before. They sat quietly in the dining room until a surprised butler came in still wearing bedclothes.

"I apologize for the late breakfast, the schedule kept by the ambassador is later than perhaps what you must be used to. Perhaps, I could serve tea in the lounge downstairs until our cooks arrive." The man said tiredly.

Grumbling the group went downstairs. The butler came down dressed in livery with tea and hard crackers for them. Marcos mixed brandy into his drink and Kaarthen, Mara, and Ein passed the bottle around too.

By mid morning the group was tensed, irritated, buzzed, and dangerously close to eating anything that stopped in front of them long enough.

"Ah good morning! Can I have breakfast with you all?" Said the ambassador sweeping into the room. He was wearing a light green robe that disgusted Marcos. It was fresh looking, but it occurred to him that it was little more than an expensive sleeping robe.

"Breakfast sounds fucking excellent. Will we also have lunch before going to the court?" Marcos snipped.

The cheery ambassador missed the comment but frowned at the empty brandy bottle. "Oh no sir we'll be along after lunch. I'm glad to be in the presence of such beauties. Are they gifts for the crown? Sellis has grown quite dissatisfied with us since the Queen demanded all traded be done in gold standard weight currency."

Marcos smirked at the comment. The wily Queen was going to bilk them for what she could before she shut down trade completely and starved their asses.

"I'm not here for those discussions." Marcos responded flatly. He marveled at how overnight he stopped trusting the Crown's diplomatic officer despite thinking him an excellent speaker and soft styled negotiator less the twenty four hours ago.

The ambassador tried a different tack. "Well they will certainly ask for such fine specimens since in diplomacy all things are related."

"Perhaps. Ambassador please let's eat quickly, the prince has a condition." Marcos gestured and led the way.

"Oh? Then I must have the same condition." He responded rubbing his stomach.

The group sat and dropped all politeness as they gorged. The stress they felt was masked by the excellent food in heaping portions. Marcos found himself watching the ambassador eat trying to see if he missed or spared certain foods.

Starving a target only to poison them was a tactic used in some courts so he couldn't be too careful. Despite his immortality, swallowing crushed glass would make him wish he could die.

The ambassador spoke after a lull. "Well sir, I see you were up early and waiting shall I have the house open the kitchen earlier for you?"

"Yes that would be excellent." Marcos replied pushing back from the table.

"My servants should get an idea of how long you will be staying." The ambassador asked.

Marcos slammed his utensils down loudly. "Ambassador Pennion you are very qualified for this post but for the remainder of my stay I will need to be left in privacy as I execute my orders from the Crown. I cannot answer questions, and I believe in order to maintain secrecy I will need to be treated with discretion." Marcos stated loudly shamelessly resting his gold gauntlet on the table. "After you present me in court I will take over from there. You may continue to serve normally or you can stay here and drink until I leave. But, you may not question or interfere with me or any of my activities."

The Ambassador blanched at the veiled threats.

"Okay well..." He waved over and whispered to a servant. "The horses will take us in a carriage to the senate. The streets will fill up soon, and the senate is just now starting to get to business."

"Excellent, I'll try not to start a war while I'm here." Marcos lied with a smile.

The carriage ride took them a short distance straight down the street to the Senate building. An old theater was used for the building. Inside Marcos was surprised by the open air chamber. The auditorium was decorated in dark blue and green silk along the walls. The floor of the stage was covered in plush purple carpet, but it did little to hide the original nature of the room.

In the center of the stage's background, the King of Sellis sat enthroned. He was a light golden brown haired man of thirty who seemed aged with his thick trimmed beard. He wore layers of brown leather trimmed with ermine, and the same color of disgusting green silk that the ambassador wore. The Queen's seat was empty to his right and several attendants and advisors in expensive silk and satin stood to his left. Marcos had adjusted his robe to look less menacing.

The activities stopped as the old men in the senate spotted the prince among the group. The ambassador waited for the man at arms to announce them after introducing the six.

"Honorable members of the Senate of Sellis present today are The Crown Prince of Sellis, Ambassador Pennion of Menthino, the King's First Knight Panthi of Menthino, and his Companion High Priestess Panthi."

Kaarthen almost giggled at the use of Marcos' family name. He hadn't told anyone to do that and it shock him slightly she could see. She figured the ambassador was trying to snub him by causing discord.

The ambassador led Marcos and the prince up to the stage. Kaarthen stayed back watching while her angels looked everything over.

The ambassador with grace and comfort that came with his red cheeks and bloodshot eyes spoke loudly to the crowd. "I am here to present these two gentlemen who traveled into this great city last night." He said and stepped aside.

Macros moved forward as he addressed the senate in turn. "Greeting senators. I have brought with me the Crown Prince of this city." He said emphasizing the last word. "He was useful and properly educated within our royalty for nearly a year. Menthino cannot in this trying time for Sellis rob them of their heir. We are returning him with our compliments and we feel our bond is redeemed through this." He finished with a bow while the senators tried to understand what he actually said.

One old man simply asked straight out what he wanted to know since the first words in a negotiation were useless anyway.

"Menthino has changed its trade practices and isn't taking equivalent trade to settle accounts. Your Queen has asked for outright purchase of all goods."

Marcos nodded dispassionately. "Yes, we have heard Sellis is not using a based value currency any longer and seems to be losing capital. We will not accept floating value currency. Also we changed our trade to ensure a steady flow of currency for our neighbors." Marcos lied. He knew the guild was hoarding money despite the impoverishment of the government, and they would all eventually find out that Menthino doesn't usually pay other cities in currency.

The old man kept up. "Our debts can continue to be paid. The economy of this great growing nation is strong and serves its people with some of the best minds." The old man chanted looking around wildly.

"What of the Royalty question?" The king asked from behind him. "Our valuable prince was sent to show our important ties."

Marcos stepped back to address him. "Perhaps, but he is needed here. We have decided your city is at a crucial moment. Economically it is hemorrhaging vast amounts of capital into a new untested and independent economic consortium. The people in neighboring areas are in dire straights and prone to unrest." He reported truthfully. "The prince needs to be here to learn what he can't in Menthino, averting a mess of his own people's making, the precious art of pulling in the support of the people, and opening markets by decentralizing trade. Our assessment says only one small group is making money here, the rest are losing out, or losing opportunities."

A mumble built into a roar as Marcos gave voice to a something he hoped they knew or at least felt. The old men in senate gestured wildly and it seemed obvious that those from Sellis had to defend their actions and positions with those who sat among them from the other towns.

"The guild is a national treasure." The King started but was interrupted by the loud calls.

Marcos noted his stressed expression as he tried to voice himself.

"At the very least open the guild to currency valued trading." Marcos shouted bringing in a fresh round of loud haggling. 




The Champion's Companion Ch. 13



He stepped forward to the wary king who looked so small in his throne. He bent over him staring into the man's wide terrified eyes.

"Menthino has decided that if the government is penniless then the ones governing would be the select few guild members. We feel the prince is valueless unless you can take your government back. Frankly, this is a historical moment and I know you have made recent efforts to control the Guild. We feel he can be helpful in the task. Stop them or we will starve them. I will be in town until the situation can be judged." 

The King nodded weakly at his gross violation of space, sovereignty, and breach of protocol. Marcos spun on his heel and left disgusted with the display.

In the outer chamber, he found the Queen and two maidens peaking through a privacy screen at the raucous noise. She was a very light blonde with a slender tanned body and hazel eyes. Her breasts were apple sized and fit her supple frame. Her dress was a cream-colored gown worn off the shoulders that had gold embroidered waves. It clung tight around her form until the knees where it flared out and pooled on the floor. Diaphanous creamy gauze raised off the back of the dress and attached to her wrists creating wings. 

Marcos was perplexed at what he was seeing. He didn't understand why she would be in the common area, unguarded, and peaking at a session she was suppose to be presiding over. He paused in thought long enough for the maidens attending the Queen to speak up.

"What are you doing in the Queen's presence?" A black haired young woman challenged. The Queen waved her quiet and flowed to him with arms outstretched.

"How fortuitous to have met our savior." She said as she embraced him. She pulled back and pulled at a lock of his hair and studied his face. "I will have a party in your honor on the grounds tonight. Please come and be honored. I understand you serve your Queen well. I would be honored if you championed me during this dreadful time." She looked up at him for a response but changed her mind and stepped away.

"I shall await you tonight, my knight." She said quietly before giggling and running off with her retinue.

Marcos was left standing in the hall open mouthed as he tried to remember and decipher what happened. He understood that something not entirely bad happened. He couldn't understand the motivation, or her intent in using him for something. He remembered also that married queens don't have Champions but he dismissed the notion since Menthino and Sellis were worlds apart.

He stood thinking and pondering as ambassador Pennion huffed into the room.

"This is where you went! This is the private chambers of the royals. You went the wrong way! Come on the others are waiting!" The sweaty official snapped.

Marcos was shocked, it didn't feel he took any missteps. He looked around as he followed the ambassador out. The problem was the rooms all looked the same. The party was an excellent convenient stroke of luck. He didn't trust the apartments at all. He could only figure the Goddess was up to something again.

Back in the carriage on the way back to ambassador's apartments, he related the change in schedule.

"That's good right? It was your plan?" Kaarthen asked.

Marcos shrugged. "Yes but I don't need the queen trying to keep me busy."

Ambassador Pennion added his thoughts. "Rumor has it the two royals are estranged. She was the crown that he married into, but he tries to act like a pureblood."

"Well he does a shit job of it." Marcos remarked. "Why would she call for a Champion now? Why would she name a foreigner to the post? And why me?" Marcos asked out loud.

The prince sat back and spoke sagely. "I think my mother is a clever woman. She knows you're powerful."

"What are you still doing here?!?" Marcos shouted nearly bolting up out of the seat.

"When we left, Prince Monto followed," Ein explained quietly.

"I don't care. You were presented. You were reunited. Go back and fix your precious city your way." Marcos said with frustration creeping out.

The Prince pouted. "I don't trust what you'll do, especially now that you're close to my mother."

"Oh?" Marcos started to get bellicose. "Oh? I'll tell you what I'll do..."

"Gentlemen, Gentlemen, please let's be civil." The ambassador cautioned. "Their party will be in a few hours and we'll be able to settle most of the stress then." His hand slid over towards Mara.

"Prince, tell me what your clever mother knows about me." Marcos said after a long quiet moment.

"The rumor says that the Menthino's royalty has an advisor that's also an assassin. Apparently, everyone considers him extremely skilled. Rumors go on to state a few, ah, other things. But, generally I think she wants you to get information for her or something." The prince said finally.

"Interesting." Marcos mused wondering how much of that information was being acted on.

When the group arrived back at the apartment, the three girls went off with Kaarthen to go clean up and prepare. Prince Monto found himself unguarded for the first time in over a month. They sat and drank the whiskey the ambassador had as they waited.

A servant came in and announced the arrival of the captain and his two guards. The three men joined the others sitting and sipped whiskey as Marcos told them the plan.

Marcos summed it up. "Basically, the prince is on home soil but seeks the safety of this diplomatic mission. At the party, you two will assist in guarding him. If anything happens, get him out, but if someone demands you leave, or claims responsibility for him just make him sign for him and be on your way or enjoy the party."

"What do you expect to happen?" The captain asked.

Marcos noted the prince looked over his glass with somber resignation. "Someone will try to kill him again." Marcos said plainly. 

After a few glasses, the women came down clean and elegant. The robes had been washed to a new sheen Marcos forgot they had. Kaarthen wore a daring dark blue satin gown that sparkled and matched Rinis' robe. She also wore Marssel's silvery bracelets and spider web necklace. Her cleavage was covered by a light blue and black silk scarf that she seemed at a loss of what to do with.

As Marcos stood, he realized they might have drunk too much. The group wound their way back down to their carriage. The ride was again slow and nerve wracking. The space seemed smaller with the three large men.

Finally, the carriage stopped in the front courtyard of the Palace. Marcos could breathe and he hopped out happily and slightly wobbly. The group was escorted into the Palace and up wide marbles stairs with a purple and gold runner. The walls were old yellowed pink sea marble with etched pictures of valiant men doing difficult things in what seemed to be violent cold water. The pink of the stones interior made the display striking with its depth.

At the top of the stairs, an equally wide hall continued straight back. The prince led the way and they found themselves moving closer to music being played.

They were presented and found the large party room almost empty. The King sat in the back, surrounded by a few young pretty women and several aides that Marcos recognized from the senate. In the front, the queen sat speaking quietly with several elegant older women in lounges that made a circle around an open fireplace. Perhaps little more than a dozen people including servants were in the expansive room.

The party was near silent and the atmosphere was stifling. The happy prince ignored the stress and ran to his mother.

"Oh baby come here I'm so glad to see you." The Queen said standing to hug him. She wore a similar dress to what she wore earlier in a dark forest green with matching sheer fabric wings. Her breasts were nearly exposed and a sheer shawl seemed to be all that held them in.

She eyed Marcos as she petted her son's neck. Marcos was disturbed at why she would be so happy to see him.

"Ha! The guests of honor are here! Dinner come, let's eat!" Boomed the inebriated King.

Marcos caught the Queen rolling her eyes. The party moved to a dining room down an unlit hall. The royals entered by opposite doors, but they both sat at the head of the table opposite Marcos and Prince Monto. They couple sat as far away from each other as the large table allowed. The other guests stayed quiet and didn't meet each other's eyes as they were seated around the table.

"Lord Panthi, you have a long and distinguished career in Menthino how long will you stay?" The Queen asked directing the room's eye's onto Marcos and his half-eaten soup. He noted she wasn't touching her dish. He also noticed the dark half moons of aureoles coming out over her dress.

"I have to be sure of Sellis path in this critical time. Menthino needs a clearer understanding of what the city is doing. Treaties maybe nullified or need amending depending on the directions of this house, the guild activities, and the economic situation in the region." Marcos answered coolly.

"I wouldn't call us a city any longer. Our borders stretch south nearly to your borders now." The boisterous King challenged.

"You don't actually control those lands. I'm curious King Diddeon, do the citizens of those lands know your name or bow to you? All you have done is wrecked them economically." Marcos said disgusted. "In point of fact it isn't you doing it. The guild drains them, hoards the money, and placates your ambitions by sending a representative to senate to complain. Without tax revenue, you're reduced to using a legal filing to seize the guilds properties. We can't tell yet if you really control anything, or if they pay you off in favors and fake money. But, we do know that once you can't pay for your army and the Guild picks up the tab, Menthino and everyone else will no longer recognize the crown. But, you will perhaps be a state then." Marcos deadpanned.

"Ridiculous! We own a stake in their holdings. They are based here." The King sputtered spraying the table.

Marcos waved him off. "Is that all that matters to you? I have a pretty good idea what the future holds and we've only been here one day."

A calm voice interjected. "Please be at ease. The king has worked hard to help the economies grow stronger." The advisor to the kings left explained.

"And is it working?" Marcos asked giving up on eating. "Have any of you been out and seen what's happening? Are the numbers you have for everything showing a better picture? Your experiment has failed gentlemen. You need to correct because it won't work for much longer and Menthino will watch the west starve if it teaches you anything."

"The guild has plenty of grain stored." Another aide countered.

"Will they sell it for gold, or give it to people with the fake paper money? And can you make them do the right thing?" Marcos replied. Inside he was astounded by their fantasy world.

"I think that's an excellent point that cuts straight to the heart of the issue. We should control more than a stake of that behemoth. I also like the idea of taxing the guild." The Queen jumped in.

"Silence! You know nothing!" The King roared. The room stilled after his outburst.

"You're selling your crown for paper and you tell her she knows nothing?" Marcos chuckled in the tense room.

"You can't see it. The vision." The king gestured.

"We have an idea and several historical references." Marcos laughed.

"Of what?" The king asked.

Marcos could see the stubborn stupidity the prince had received from the man. "Well to start, let's have you pay for something necessary like this meal. We'll use the utensils as currency. Now only I can cook so I want a knife from everyone who wants to eat or has eaten." He said tapping the table.

The guests warily disarmed themselves and slid a growing pile of silver down to his end.

"Excellent. Now since I work in your house and I do pay rent I won't give you nice silver but I'll give you a carrot from my soup. Feel free to return that for more soup anytime you want."

"Okay, give me more." The prince said playing along.

"I'm sorry but the price is a carrot and a fork." Marcos said and looked around. "Is anyone else hungry?"

"You only paid us a carrot, that's not fair." An aide cried.

"Sad story, perhaps that carrot is useless to anyone but me, unless of course I don't value it either. I set the prices and no one makes food. Now, I can leave this place and you'll get no rent except someone else's carrots from me. Everybody out there wants soup. Maybe, I can get them to think they need it. Maybe the next place I go off to won't charge you too much extra to get what you need. Maybe if you charge me less rent or work it for free I'll come back, but then you'll have to pay me a spoon to renegotiate." He mused. "You see gentlemen you're being robbed. Taking carrots for coin like fools. Once I have all, or even most of the table's silverware what do you think happens next? You think I would listen to a bunch of silly rabbits with fucking carrots to trade?" Marcos nearly shouted. He could feel the brandy getting to him.

"Here." Marcos tossed out some 'guild money' he collected. "Try buying a living with that."

At that moment, the prime rib came to the table. Marcos was disturbed for a moment from his tirade and felt eyes on him once again. He reached out and stopped Kaarthen as she was about to bite. He looked at the thin grained meat. He used a knife from the pile to cut it and watched the seared uncooked meat pump blood across his plate.

Nonplussed he looked up. "I thought horse meat was special in Sellis." Marcos said looking around the table and setting his silverware down. "When have you all started serving it?"

"We only serve it to poor guests like you." The King said smiling as if he made some point.

"In Menthino we issue proper challenges. I don't even know what this means except you likely killed an expensive horse to make a incomprehensible point." He said doodling in the blood.

"This is better, that was a horse Menthino refused to buy." 

Marcos cocked his head at him further confused. "We didn't have to buy it. You also didn't 'save' this horse anyway it would seem."

The king picked up his mug. "You easterners don't understand."

"No, we just get to the point and issue a challenge you crown wearing imbecile." Marcos hissed.

"Fuck you!" The King bellowed and stood. The table stood with him except Marcos, Karthen, and the amused Queen.

"Fuck me? No fuck you! Take my challenge you blustering stain on the throne." Marcos pushed.

"Ha! You don't control me. Dinner is over." The King said and threw his sterling goblet down the table making a mess of shattered crystal. His crowd of sycophants was cowed by their god's displeasure.

"You're a disgusting pig-child and unfit to rule." Marcos stood and exited. In the dark hallway outside, he rubbed his head and walked back to the lounge.

He was very sure of the fool's incompetence. Everything about this place seemed insane and far-fetched. He wouldn't even believe his own report on this night if he read it. He didn't think any king would tolerate challenges or loud arguments in his halls. Or assassinations attempts on the heir in their own capital. Just the rumor of that would publicly lower them.

He didn't get far before a soft hand pulled him out of the hall. 

"The Queen wants to see you. But I want to see you first." A husky voice murmured in his ear.

Marcos could only feel her body and her hand, as she pressed close and rubbed against him. Her hair was a citrus smell similar the style Mara taught to the girls. The touch of her lips surprised him. She kissed what she could of his neckline and shoulders. He figured her to be short and his hands on her waist still brushed her hair.

Marcos let her guide him backwards into a wall abscess and onto a bench in the dark. She turned and released a curtain that came around the benches seating area and shrouded them in dark.

In the darkness, she was only sound, touch, and smell. Her moans in his ear as he rubbed her bud under her dress. The heat he felt after lifting his robe and embracing her. Her weight as she fell into his lap. He kissed her passionately as he felt her grope for his cock under his pants. His hands joined her and he felt the naked heat of her core on his hands then his cock as it flopped up and out. She tried to mount him quickly but his cock made her yelp as she jumped onto it. His girth made him too large for her hole. 

Marcos ran into the problem commonly with virgins. Mara was the smallest girl in recent memory that could accommodate him.

She moaned in whimpers as she rose and fell onto him and tried to jam him in.

"Oh no, oh goddess he'll never fit any more." The woman bemoaned.

She said into his chest as she struggled. Her pussy wasn't completely ready but this girl was in too much of a rush or was too inexperienced to take him.

"Stop and let me do this." Marcos ordered and raised her up and spun her around.

He hoped she was standing when he let go and bent her over to dig in. Her pungent sweets were filling the curtained vacuole they occupied. His mouth dug into her mining for her secrets and made her cum.

She squealed surprised. "Oh my? What was that? Oh, this is much better than what I could have imagined."

He pulled her back onto his cock and like magic, it sunk right in. Her tightness was tightest around the entrance. The rest of her pussy seemed a wet soft sac he prodded into. Unsatisfied he pushed harder up into her. For several minutes, he was barely able to stay hard. Finally, he pushed her to the floor, pushed her from her hands and knees to her back, and brought her legs up.

In that position, she was only slightly better and the liquor was burning out of his system in a hurry. She contracted around him and grunted an orgasm. Marcos was glad for the fiction and sad when she released. He pumped harder trying to get a spark of something.

"Did you cum baby? Hurry up and cum we got to go. Mmoh ya hurry up baby." She pleaded.

In all the history of his fucking, those words shattered his concentration like few others. Marcos grunted loudly and got up. He felt dirty for faking it and felt a frustration at this woman for wasting time and energy. He fumed as he dressed angrily. He wanted to leave the whole crazy useless city in ashes starting with this useless scag and ending in...

"Party's down the other way, thanks for the ride." Said the woman who blew him a kiss, dressed, and flounced off. Marcos followed reluctantly. He felt the drinks of the day already turning his mind into a familiar aching thought collapser of a hang over.

In the light of the party room, he was confronted by the Queen's maid who requested his audience. Across the room, the King sat holding a woman with a light tan and ass length shiny black hair. She smiled and winked at him and the King followed the gaze and gave him a poisonous look. Ein and Rinis played Queen's crux on a converted table. Around them, were several interested spectators. Marcos followed the maid while holding onto an internal ball of sexual frustration that threatened to explode.

In the separated room sectioned off by heavy purple curtains over the doorway, he found a sight that reenergized him. In a decorative display that would rival his tower women Kaarthen, Mara, the Queen, and her friends sat upon pillows talking. They were surrounded by trays of fruit and attended by her maidens.

"Hello Lord Panthi, please sit with us." The Queen called reaching for him. She brought him down to sit as the women around him adjusted to sit up and conveniently formed a circle. "I am so glad you are here." Said the Queen calling the impromptu meeting to order. "I feel we have much to discuss and we think your knowledge and judgment could help us. Sellis is in a critical time and place."




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"So," Marcos said turning back to Queen di Sellis and looking around the women assembled. "Who do you think I should kill to set the balance back?"

The Queen beamed and leapt into him hugging his chest his arms. "You're so understanding. You're like a breeze of reassurance that this dark time is finally over."

The odd sensation of flesh contact alerted him that his improperly stowed cock had found its way between them. The sweet smelling Queen clung to him tightly as his cock went to instant full mast demanding attention. The Queen hugged him tighter and rocked into him rubbing his cock into her cleavage.

"Oh yes thank you. What a man you are." She murmured into him and he felt her hands snake around for his cock. "Anything, I will do anything..." She whispered.

The stress of the day and the evening's lunacy made him relax in the awkward situation. The useless tease he fucked earlier got him primed quickly and he quickly lost any concern for what happened. Marcos leaned back closing his eyes as the Queen's body slid down. His cock hit open air suddenly and for a moment, around him the room was completely silent. He felt his cock slide into something warm and wet as gasps went all around the room. 

He looked down and saw Mara bobbing daintily on whatever meat she could get. Under her, the Queen's fist pumped, only letting her suck the head and some of his shaft. The Queen had straightened and her dress had fallen to her waist. She looked unaware of her exposure as she fixated on him. Next to him, Kaarthen watched the activities grinning like the worst sort of pervert. 

"Slow down," the Queen breathed and squirmed out of her gown. Her svelte pale body was petite and pale. Her breasts were like small teardrops with dark pink nipples, and her waist was slender. She had a flat stomach that belied her brief period of pregnancy, and a small blond bob of thin pubic hair covered her womanhood.

She snaked down onto his body and straddled him. She studied his face and ran her fingers through his hair. Her eyes glittered as she looked down all over at him. 

"Will my son have your divine eyes?" She asked quietly dropping down onto his cock. 

Unlike the scag from earlier, she was as tight as Mara and wet enough that it didn't matter. When she was almost halfway down his length, she dropped her head next to his but kept pushing. Marcos could hear her breath in his ear as they worked together. The scent of strawberry wine on her breath tickled him.

He was too backed up with cum to care that the matrons of Sellis' upper society watched them fuck. The Queen barely started moving before he came finally. He almost blacked out with an intense orgasm as she rose and dropped into him. She rode him through it and bit his shoulder as she came, and was rewarded with another release of a fresh cum load. His cum filled and leaked out of her. Behind them Mara leaned in and worked diligently sucking and licking off excess. Mara used a technique she learned from aiding Kaarthen and her flickering tongue lashed the Queen's rosebud making her jump and twitch. Her jerky movements and clenching pussy released more cum for Mara as the Queen came in fits and starts.

She rolled over with Marcos and he got on top to drill into her. They kissed as he held her knees open and back. He licked her face and neck cleaning off her sweat like a loving mate trying to keep her conscious. Her legs and arms snaked around him and tightened until he again pumped a load into her. The spurts never seemed to stop and the sensation of hot cum flowing into her shooting up against her cervix was exactly what her body craved to get off a big one once more. Under him, she chewed a hole into a pillow trying to stay quiet as she thrashed and flopped.

"Mom?!?" The prince cried from the back of the room. 

Instantly, the maidens closed in and redirected the prince telling him his mother was napping.

The startled matrons straightened skirts and brushed back hair. Marcos was rolled off the Queen onto his back but he found another willing hole for his cock as Mara shoved it all down her throat after crawling onto his chest. Kaarthen lay down next to him and fished out slices of wet mango for him, which helped ease the hangover developing. 

"I want you to stay with me in the Palace. We have much more to discuss." The Queen whispered after getting dressed. Quietly the women around them left and went to sit in the larger room.

They joined later, and found that nothing had changed. Marcos noted the King leering at him as he moved to sit in the couches with the women. Mara sat in his lap and Kaarthen sat on his left in the couch. In the couch across the Queen entertained the prince. Marcos learned a lot about the boy from watching them. In particular, he noted the Queen still treated him as if he was four.

After the prince left, she addressed Marcos and Kaarthen conspiratorially. "Look at the fool. He tried to kill my baby because he knows I want him dead." The Queen looked at the King laughing in the back of the room with undisguised hatred. Around her, the other women quietly listened and drank tea.

She turned and with an appraising look, she ran her eyes over him again. "You may not be able to kill him in a challenge, but he has people around him that must be dealt with." She continued. 

"Like Partez Rocert?" Marcos ventured.

"Him? Yes. That is his uncle. The fool is lulled by him into believing and signing anything." She said leaning back. "I fear an entire family is behind the guild however. Which one is unknown since they are all intermarried." 

Several women squirmed almost imperceptibly at her tone. "These women help me. Let me introduce Duchess Clarin Perstavy, Noblewoman Fellia Grann, and Noblewoman Gerris Blacksail. You'll meet the others in time but these three are living in the Palace apartments."

The Duchess was a short, round, darkly tan, black haired, middle-aged woman. She was chubby with several rings on her short fingers and had massive breasts hidden under her voluminous purple robes. 

The noble woman from the House of Grann was the opposite and seemed nearly identical to the Queen. Her slender frame had less curves and seemed lanky. Her pale face was thick lipped with a small nose and light hazel eyes. Her dress was fashionably low-cut and long sleeved. The color was a flesh-like tan with sparkling gold bodice. She sat aloof and at times seemed nervous or fidgeted like she was troubled. Marcos noticed how she looked over frequently at a man Marcos figured to be her husband. He stood observing the king from the crowd watching the Queen's crux game. Marcos resolved to drop by and see if he couldn't dig up information on the noble women since nothing was as it seemed in this place. 

The last noble woman was somewhere in between the first two in shape. Her face was oval with a prominent chin, mirthful glittering blue shadowed eyes, full lush red lips, and a confident grin set on her face. Her frame was statuesque with generous breasts and ample hips. Her off white dress was as low cut as the Queen's was, with an added touch of a long slit up the side.

"A pleasure ladies." Marcos nodded. Next to him, Kaarthen said something similar.

The Queen continued. "You'll need to keep an eye out for his assassins. The King is the ditch digger in the guild's operation. They already have the control they want through him. If I killed him I would be deposed immediately."

Marcos looked to her. "So I need to kill off the guild and the nobles who back it?"

The Queen considered it before replying. "I suppose if you can. A hard hit would be enough to allow me to remove my husband in the confusion. I could execute the rest and force them to submit and reform." The Queen giggled melodically. 

"Tomorrow let's go find that guild meeting hall. Could you get me in to take a look?" Marcos asked.

"Perhaps, I apparently don't hold any sway on entering the building. I've hoped it'll burn down during an important meeting for a while now."

"Hmm perhaps it will." Marcos mused.

The party closed out after the King ordered everyone out. He obviously expected Marcos to leave and stop talking to his unhappy scheming wife. Instead of leaving, Marcos stayed and was shown a room in the Royals' wing. The prince was ignored and left with the two guards Marcos detailed to him.

For the first time, the entire group had one suite of apartments to share.

"We might finish our mission here tomorrow if we are lucky. I'll need you to stay here while I check on our noble friends." Marcos said walking to a window and looking out. He moved along looking down at the window sill then stopped.

"What are you doing?" Kaarthen asked finally.

"Just this," Marcos said turning and popped the windowpane out with an elbow. After a few moments, it crashed on the ground far below.

He dropped his outer robe and swords and climbed out onto the ledge outside. The moon was full and nearly illuminated everything. On the ledge, he snaked around and raised himself to the next floor where he heard the Duchess and other nobility had apartments. He crept around to where he could see into two apartments across from each other.

The dark rooms lit up and in one room, a drunken noblewoman Marcos recognized as the steamy Gerris Blacksail came in with the Duchess Perstavy. The two were obviously drunk and didn't talk much before the Duchess laid across a couch and passed out. The noble woman disappeared into a dark doorway before returning to the room naked.

Marcos was surprised that under what she wore to the party her body was intricately painted. The designs referenced the ocean with waves and mythical sea creatures. It covered from her elbows to knees leaving her inner arms and outer thighs bare. Her neckline to the tops of her breasts was also unmarked. 

Marcos was surprised this noble woman bore a nearly full pirate tattoo. It made it less surprising how she caressed and undressed the sleeping Duchess. She was clever to pull and tug what she could as the Duchess drunkenly rolled around. The Duchess helped her by rolling to her back once it was uncovered and got cold. In moments, the helpless Duchess was naked.

The Duchess' whole body was deeply tanned and her breasts were massive. They were as large as or larger than Kaarthen's with dark brown erect nipples. On the compact frame of the Duchess, he had been tricked by her breasts into thinking her fat. The woman was only slightly chubby with a paunch and padded features. Her soft appeal and huge sagging dark tipped breasts got him quite horny for some time with her himself.

He watched as the noble woman bent over her possessively to lick and suck on her body not missing a spot from head to toe. 

Across from her apartment, a light came on as Noblewoman Grann came in. Instantly, as the door closed two young men dressed in sleepwear came up to meet her and her husband. By appearances, these seemed to be her unmarried sons. They were twenty years old approximately and appeared mature. The men seemed to talk happily while ignoring her before they each in turn hugged her and pulled her between them.

The blond man who looked very similar to her husband grabbed her front while his almost identical brother undressed her from behind. She struggled mutely with them but wasn't quick enough to get away. Marcos could see this must have happened frequently. She neither yelled, or struck them as she weakly fought back.

The blond in front repeatedly tried to kiss her as he massaged her breasts. T brown haired one behind got on his knees and buried his face in her slender ass. 

Across from them, the Noblewoman ate the hairless charms of the sleeping Duchess. The Duchess was back to being face down and the noble woman gently worked her with just a tongue. After a while, she stood up and leaned over her lover as she fingered her while watching for movement.

The noblewoman of the Grann house was on her knees servicing the men with her mouth. Her husband stood before her with his cock out taking turns with her sons.

She worked the others with her hands and reluctantly took them in her mouth. The two boy's had long thick seven inch cocks. Her husband was more average and pulled her tight several times using her throat. He came and got on tiptoes before he backed away and left the room.

The Duchess was being fucked now, her hole was lubed and opened up. Her lover had an obsidian phallus strapped with leather between her legs. Obsidian only comes from Dar Delis the volcanic capital of the Sisterhood. Dar Delis was also a place with no free men and the homeport of female pirates or 'Water Mistresses'. If he wasn't sure she was a pirate before, he was definitely sure now. It seemed a waste that the Duchess wasn't awake to know what was happening to her.

The brothers were fucking their mother now too. One had her from behind, while the other kept her mouth on his cock. She was putting up more than a token defense. She tried pushing back on them with her hands. Marcos had never seen that work for anyone before. She also tried to stand which was nearly impossible. She turned her head and bucked her hips. Both men kept her firmly latched and kept thrusting into her despite her movement. Finally, the one on her mouth got down and pushed her back onto his brother who laid back. She again tried to stand but they held her down while she got a cock up her ass and another in her pussy. Together they fucked her until they each came. Slowly and reverently they pulled her up. Dripping loads of their spending came out and down her body in gobs, and the men each took an arm and led her out.

The noble woman was asleep now naked on the floor. The lights were still on but Marcos passed her up and got to the royal apartments further down. What he saw shocked him. The king was fucking the same black haired woman at the party on the bed. He thrust her from behind and Marcos watched smugly as he fucked her savagely in the ass. Naked, the King seemed chubbier than what Marcos would have guessed. Under the dark haired woman, the Queen was held down in her torn dress. Her hair, make up, and dress were ruined and wet with piss or drink. A pale red head helped hold her down on the bed under the pair.

The king bellowed and pulled out tossing the woman before him aside and jerked his load on the face of the squirming Queen. He produced a hefty squirt from his long but narrow penis. It looked like needlelike 'sperm injector'.

Finished the king pushed her from the bed onto the floor. Her maidens swept in grabbing her arms and guided her out of sight as she cried openly in shame. Marcos thought on what he'd seen as he crept back. The sleeping form of the painted noble woman passed out on the floor tempted him but he passed it and went to his own apartment.

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Marcos got into his room and found Ein watching the window.

"What was out there?"

"If you're a good girl I'll take you next time." Marcos said making her blush.

He found the pile of clothing and weapons he left before leaving and took it to the bedroom. Mara and Kaarthen slept naked with Rinis in the middle. After stripping, he crawled up the foot of the bed. Rinis opened her eyes and he saw the reflection of her pupils in the moon light as he came up over her. She raised her arms and spread her legs wide in an obvious invitation. Her pussy glistened as he saw her in the light and he slid between her legs as she reached up to embrace him with both hands.

The heat of her body surprised him as he mounted her. Her pussy was very wet as he rubbed her with his cock. The soft folds parted and admitted him as it pulsed and clutched tightly. Under him, Rinis squeezed him to stop before letting him continue after a few breaths. He reached her end half way inside her. She lay under him with her legs splayed and knees as far back as possible as they breathed into each other's ear. She held him still in a tight hug while she further got accustomed to his girth. After a few minutes, she relaxed despite starting to hiccup under him quietly.

Marcos gently moved within her by shifting his hips. After what felt like a long time, she started to move with him. She had an orgasm as she made pleading moans. After her climax, her legs wrapped around him and she fucked up onto him as he held still on hands and knees. With very little work for him, she sweated out another climax that got him off too. As he came, he dropped onto her before he caught himself. She screamed in surprise cumming again from the shock as he emptied into her. 

"I'm sorry about that Rinis, you're so small and I was just caught up." He said quietly after catching his breath.

"Thank you master, you have been so gentle. This girl enjoyed that too." She quickly pecked him, lay back, and quickly went to sleep as he rolled over and used Kaarthen's bosom as a pillow.

She embraced him as he lay with her. "That was beautiful what you did for her."

"Hmm?" Marcos asked.

"She has bad memories of sex, they all do. You gave her time, which was as important as how you just took her. You did a beautiful wonderful thing and I can feel it healing her already."

"Oh?" Marcos asked half asleep. 

"She expected you to ravish her a hundred times by now. That was to her what 'masters' did. She expected you to kill her by now too, but she's better now."

"She doesn't think we abuse her then like a little puppet?" Marcos asked. 

She hugged him tighter before answering. "No, she chooses to act like that because she knows we can't blame or hurt her that way."

"Hmm." Marcos said half asleep.

In the morning, the group met for breakfast. Marcos noticed how Rinis followed him again. He wasn't sure it was because the prince's departure left her free or if it was the night before. Like Mara, she stayed close but she didn't eye him and watch like a hawk for a chance at his cock.

After breakfast, Marcos and Kaarthen met with the Queen in an open sunlit balcony. She wore a less elaborate light linen dress. The terror and humiliation of the night before was behind her happy mask. Marcos, armed with insight, was better able to see when it slipped.

After tea was served, the Queen spoke from the rail of the balcony looking out over her city. 

"The Guild meets in a brand new building that used to be a warehouse." She paused and looked out over the city. "The building with the wide copper roof is the meeting place. They use another building nearby for administrative and storage work. Rumors of a prison and gold stored in there are spread around too." She paused and cleared her throat. "I toured it once, and the place is cleverly designed to project the speaker's voice. It's vented to stay cool during our hot dry summer. Some other things are in the building too but I don't remember since it's been so long. I don't know its final layout since the building was unfurnished when we toured." She noted.

"What of their schedule?" Marcos asked gently as the Queen walked back to sit in a padded wicker basket chair. She sat back in the padded bowl pulling her feet in under herself.

"Again, I don't know. The guild keep's that all secret for trading purposes."

"Hmm. I'll need a tour though."

"Yes and we have one, but we can only be shown around the outside. We are able to go into the admin building but only certain floors." She said drinking tea and lying back into her peaceful alcove.

"That should be enough." He said.

For the rest of the early morning they spoke of the budding city's affairs and she asked him of Menthino. Marcos was surprised at her candidness about things. He felt he was talking to a more subdued Queen Mensillin on a balcony in Sellis.

They heard the King and his staff awake. His whores and servants sped around to get him cleaned and ready for a day at Senate.




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That Queen disappeared to make herself presentable. Kaarthen and her girls returned to the ambassador's residence to claim luggage to be moved. The Queen came down wearing a riding outfit of a thick linen dress with a leather cover and they left in a covered carriage to tour the grounds.

The boxy Guildhouse sat where the Queen described, on the edge of the warehouse district. It was similar in its rectangular shape to the warehouses around it. The streets around the buildings were relatively wide for the crowded city. The walls of the front were frescoed with strong men working in fields, harvesting, planting, cutting trees, working stone, and sailing ships. The circular speaking chamber stuck out of the roof and had a coned roof of shiny copper that matched the building. Along the sides of the huge cylindrical tower were stained glass windows similar to the frescos on the buildings front. The whole building was a richly dressed tribute to industry.

Across from the Guildhouse, a building of stone blackened with age stood across the wide road and the city's open sidewalk. The space between the two buildings was wide and triangular as the wide warehouse district streets paralleled and merged with the warren of the city. 

The guild Headquarters had the obvious look of a trading house. It was five stories with a clean storefront façade. The upper levels were naked, aged, and blackened stone with simple windows. Carts were out front, pulleys were ready, and a neat entrance way with several displayed wares stood in front of the building like a simple general store. It was completely unassuming as the Guild's administrative headquarters.

"That will be enough." Marcos said.

"Are you sure? You only just looked." The Queen said puzzled.

Marcos saw her fear that he was giving up despite her practiced clipped tone.

"Yes I'm done here, and I think you were right, a fire would be best." Marcos said. Along the sides of the walls on either side trenches were dug in intervals. The wall extended down into the trenches forcing the airflow under and into the building. If a ceiling window was opened, it made a clever air conditioning system for hot days. The airflow helped ventilate the goods kept inside, or in this case the people and the fire. "I have men I trust. Could a servant take a note to the harbor? And I'll need thick oil by the cart and a bale or two of hay."

"I'm sure we can get it." The Queen said nervously. Marcos pictured one of her maidens making the purchase, while the others loaded it, and she drove the cart in her dress.

"Good. The materials may or may not be needed tonight." The Queen visibly relaxed. "I'll pay for it if you have to buy the materials from the guild. History loves irony and so do I." Marcos smiled. 

"But how will you kill them all?" The Queen asked wonderingly.

"To get them together I'll need to tell them something about Menthino, or offer to make a complicated purchase on their behalf. They won't trust me to say I want to join. They won't want to be here for me to just insult them in person. Likely, I'll have them debate the merits of our imminent boycott and embargo. That's why I won't know how soon they'll see me." Marcos said looking over both buildings. He figured a tunnel below their feet connected the two.

"What plans will you have for the long term after you're done?" She asked hesitantly.

Marcos didn't figure she would be so adrift on this. Even commoners have plans of what they'd do with the crown, and right now she was confused about what to do with getting it back. 

"Highness, what plans will you have when I'm done? Menthino has no ill will, or real interest for a place so far away. Pray on it, I beckon you. I won't let you resurrected the guild in your name. Nevertheless, If you balance things we'll help. You'd make a good ally in this region. Your neighbor, Dar Delis, is always happy to see a Queen on the throne. They will be quick to send sisters to advise you, or to your court to petition. They are watching what happens here closely." 

"I wanted to know if..." She paused looking around. Marcos noticed suddenly she was without her maidens with him. "I want you to know you will always be a friend of the crown."

Marcos looked around, he felt like they were watched. "I never do well with emotions this complex. Queen Di Sellis, thank you. I travel much, and I will pass through again so keep a room ready, I'm rarely announced." He watched her closely especially her eyes as she listened to his words. He was still really bad with emotions of this nature and it could go fifty-fifty at times like these. His tower women didn't need excessive emotional encouragement anymore. It was too draining and even Kaarthen would burn him out if she needed it. He guessed the Queen needed a hug, and was glad she thought so too.

"Well let's go stir the hive shall we?" He said making her laugh.

As they turned, he noticed four men positioned around them. They wore very dark green cloaks, and had matching boots and the hint of a bronze chest plate hidden under their cloaks. They looked like real forest rangers. Since Sellis didn't have either forests, or an expert infantrymen-training regime for forestry, he had to guess at outside talent. Their flaw was they wore a uniform of sorts and as the street trickled with late morning business they were easy to track.

The men had covered the exits in one-man teams. A man at the street's exit little more than a hundred yards away, one halfway to the carriage in the middle of the street at seventy five, one behind the deserted carriage about twenty five yards, and one about halfway to them at ten. It was a clever tactic that distracted targets from those that one couldn't see. It meant the open windows facing them from the guild headquarters couldn't be ignored. 

He was surprised by the guild's speedy reaction in getting men to them, but then of course they had their schedule.

Marcos half-turned to the Queen. "Did you ask someone permission to tour here?" Marcos mused. 

"I had to ask a representative at the palace, it was very humiliating." The Queen answered. She was as oblivious as everyone else to the change from a midmorning business day in the commercial district to a prepared battlefield. He tried to act calm but it would be hard with what he had to do.

Marcos quickly checked their rear and saw the alley behind them was clear. He wouldn't run, even though the ones in the windows would be a pain to get at. 

"Oh? Let's sit down for a moment." He guided her back by the arm. As soon as she took a step, he kicked her ankle, since the pain had to look real.

"OW! oh my, that hurt."

"Oh did it? I'm so clumsy, sorry Highness." Marcos hid his face in shame. As he bent down helping her, he raised his robes hem. "Here, I got you good, let's sit down here." Together they hobbled next to the Guildhouse and used a crate for her to sit on.

"Why don't you put this on Highness." With practiced ease, he disrobed and flipped the weighty garment over her. She slumped under the sudden weight of the armored cloth, her head poked out of the hood looking questioningly at him. "Stay. Behind. The crate. Taris." He ordered and stood. 

She looked at him surprised when he used her name. He smiled, pulled his specialty sword from behind her, and turned to face his anxious playmates. He hoped she got the message as he turned back. He only had one sword to use but he could get more if they shared. 

The appearances of armed masked men clear streets in commercial districts. Authorities are usually interested in those types of phenomenons too. Marcos, who has fears of enclosed spaces lacking access to pussy, is allergic to getting arrested. 

He walked to the carriage. The driver and two guards were gone without a trace. If the men were here to scare him no harm no foul, he wasn't blood crazy. If they let him pass, they would be allowed to live. At less then two yards from the carriage the new friend asked him if he wanted to play.

"You got a price on your head easterner." The first playmate said. With his cloak closed, Marcos couldn't see what toys he brought. However, that was answered when the man drew a single faced axe backed by a spike on a studded two-foot shaft.

Marcos bit back a laugh seeing the tool. "I'm sorry that was rude." He muttered. He hoped this man was the junior member of the bunch. 

The man saw his stifled giggle and raised his weapon. "You'll die!" he bellowed.

The odd sparkle at the guild headquarters' window caught his eye and Marcos caught in front of him the bolt the mercenary launched. It was off center but at almost fifty yards, it was nearing its limited range. It would have made him meat for the axe man if it got his shoulder.

"Not bad." He quipped, dropping the long tipped armor-piercing bolt. 

Even the armor he had on the Queen wouldn't dissipate the energy very well from that. It would even go through his robe's chainmail and cotton while tangling in the silk causing lethal damage.

The man before him couldn't believe his eyes and stood froze as Marcos stepped forward with one foot and drew an exact line with his sword across him just above the kneecaps before stepping back and standing. The cut severed tendon and cut deep into the bone making standing a nightmare.

The strike drew first blood and lit the open street with a hoarse scream of painful distress.

"You'll live" he said passing the man and continued for the carriage.

He had to step around it for the next two men who tried to stand behind it to draw him into view from upstairs. If this lasted too long the crossbowman would be rearmed. Marcos considered styles and ways to engage them strategically. Pushing them twenty yards back to be under the windows would make it easier but the Queen would be open. If they were organized, and this bunch appeared good quality, they could snatch her as a hostage or even kill her. 

"So you want my head is all?" Marcos knew after a particularly messy accident involving three idiots with explosives, that decapitation wouldn't kill him either.

"You gotta go, easterner, and the lady's gotta renounce her crown." The one on the right said drawing a sword. 

In one sentence, the man just decided where he and his friend would die. 

Marcos knew now that they had to kill him before moving on to the woman. Anything else could jeopardize both actions. That's what was trained by his men in small unit tactics. They didn't have the manpower to do more then fight him now.

The man on his left stepped up drawing a forged sword. The cheap metal was dull and was molded then hammered for shape. It was a cheap weapon desperate, cash-strapped armies used, not something for a mercenary to bet his life on. Marcos was getting disappointed in his playmates choice of cheap and unwieldy toys. They must have just gotten into town, or got a lot of money recently.

The pair attacked in tandem from the front trying to make passes on either side and keep clear of him. The one on the right led swinging low as he passed and high from behind as his partner came in. Marcos stepped in to the left, and brought his sword across catching the second man's pass. His low counter strike bounced the man's blade away and back out of his hands. Marcos flowed forward bringing the inside foot behind him and turned behind him continuing the movement by dropping the sword through his neck and out the armpit.

The first man jumped in and their swords crossed briefly, before Marcos slashed at his face with his gauntlet. The man barely dodged to avoid losing an eye and having his throat torn out. Pressed, the man backed up to the carriage and squared for a defensive fight hoping the crossbowman helped out. Marcos used the moment to lead with his left side holding the sword blade up along his gauntlet's outstretched thumb. The parry the man tried was caught by his gauntlet and the sword thrust caught him in the neck pinning him to the carriage. Marcos tugged and wiggled the blade clear and snapped his wrist bleeding the man properly.

He circled the carriage to catch sight of the Queen peaking out from behind the crate. The other man by the street approached him. Both his hands rested on pommels and numerous daggers were visible along his belt. He also wore thin leather armor on his chest that also held smaller throwing knives. 

Marcos let him approach. They both knew his slow approach would let the crossbowman get a shot off. Marcos wanted to use the knives this man had to kill the crossbowman so he backed slowly around to the far side of the carriage making the man adjust to keep him in clear view. He stopped at the far end covered by the front of the carriage from the man in the window.

For a moment the mutters and moans of his first attacker was the only noise. Marcos was blocked by the man on top. By himself the dagger thrower knew he was dead if he got closer or was shielded by the carriage also.

"Did they pay you very much to hunt me?" Marcos taunted.

"Enough, easterner, enough. You fight well. My brothers are glad it was you who sent them off instead of a coward's nameless arrow."

Marcos grinned. "If your brothers fight tonight they will meet the metal monsters of Menthino."

The mercenary paused. "I have no more brothers after me. The merchant's coward is up there trying to fight you." He pulled two long daggers into his hands and touched the tips getting ready.

Marcos prepared himself also. "You don't have to do this."

"I'm not." He said smirking and raised both hands high over his head. "By the way, what is your name?"

"Marcos Panthi, the Immortal of Menthino, and Champion to the Dark Mother herself." He said with a smirk of his own.

The man charged making tight flicks with the daggers pushing Marcos back along the horses. After clearing the carriage, the clever merc hacked the harness chain burying a dagger in the carriage arm then jumped astride a horse hacking it completely free and rode off. He looked silly dressed for battle riding a harnessed horse with a royal seal and gay feathered blinders on its bridle, but he made it.

Marcos had to smile at the man. He wasn't ready to die yet and knew it. With a smile he tugged out the dagger left behind and slunk over to the guild house. Inside he stopped, wholesale goods of dry coffee, tea, flour, trinkets from everywhere, and fireworks were stacked all over. Marcos looked around the empty store. From his gauntlet he pulled a flint and a stone. He tumbled a load of fireworks onto the ground and ripped several sacs of flour over it. Under the counter he spied some black Duavian cigars. He walked around to them and ripped open a box and stashed another. He lit the fuse of a particularly large charge finally after having his fun in the store and gathered his weapons and spoils. Outside, the late morning sun was cooking up to a hot day. Inside the guild headquarters, at least one man was about to find out hot the day was going to be.

After the building started smoking up good, Marcos crossed over and checked the wide-eyed Queen. She had been waiting for him looking like a waif in the overbearing armor. Earth shaking booms and loud screaming whistles started up from the Guilds headquarters as the fire spread into the warehouse area. 

"Come on highness, I couldn't help myself." He said offering a hand.

"You easterners sure do know how to fight." She said getting up and smoothed her skirts.

A muffled thump tossed burning debris from the torched building. Marcos handed her a cigar and used his gauntlet to pick up a piece of the burning building. They lit their cigars watching the building burn.

"To victory." He toasted chuckling.

The Queen held the cigar daintily and looked at it oddly. "Where too now?" The Queen asked as they watched the fire.

Marcos turned to her. "Do you want to ally with Menthino?"

She paused narrowing her eyes at him. For this situation she received a lifetime of royal tutelage so she could say 'yes' on equal understanding terms, or say 'no' knowing why.

She nodded slowly. "Sure."

Marcos continued. "Do you give rights for your allies to act on your behalf in this time of crisis?"

She gave him a suspicious look. "Yes, temporarily."

"Who or what is leading this revolt or crisis element?" Marcos said opening his hands.

"The guild and the unlawful king." She declared.

Marcos nodded soberly. "I understand. I under, temporary orders will aid the city of Sellis. Our actions will be directed towards the king and his assets, and the guild and their assets. I will go to the Senate and declare my intentions. But we'll need to grab my men first." He said un-harnessing the remaining horse.

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Kaarthen's routine day took turn for the worst the moment they returned back to the palace. The courtyard in front had a detail of soldiers waiting for them. Kaarthen and her angels stood transfixed as a man livery walked up. Behind them, the servants carrying their luggage turned and went directly to the stables. 

He curtly stopped them and declared. "Excuse me but you ladies must come this way. The Crown is interested in your activities."

He led them to the palace and Kaarthen's three servants were taken to the prison. Out of propriety, the little servants of the priestess weren't searched, they were merely let in with a group of seven dirty men.

Kaarthen was brought to the same lounge the party was held in. She was restrained to a metal chair and left alone. In her mind, she idly wondered about the difference a day made on the appearance of the room. Lourndai was in the luggage far away. She chastised herself for leaving it not only at the party, but on the day after too.

She and the Goddess could see it through the walls and floors of the palace. The Goddess in its corner of her mind mused about creating another weapon of death. Kaarthen had numerous times thought how she wanted weapon that could shrink smaller then the wooden handled Lourndai. The weapon she made would have to be as lethal, and if possible, complementary to Lourndai itself.

The Goddess trolled through her thoughts and popped up with Marcos' gauntlet. Kaarthen had numerous times wished the cold metal were gone when she was with him, nearly as many times its harsh savage touch had brought her ecstasy during their love making. 

If the gauntlet became a mundane bracelet or a ring when dissembled, she couldn't have that problem. The goddess' own decisions mingled with hers and together an elegant shoulder length gauntlet materialized on her left arm. Mists of sand appeared pulling the essences from her chair and surrounding exotic metals into the armor. 

The gauntlet was formed beautifully, the first time she saw it she knew it was perfect. The silvery metal cupped her shoulder. Instead of loosely covering the bicep, an etched gold tinted diamond shaped sheet shielded the outside of the muscle. The curved plate's points wrapped into each other on the inside of her arm and connected the shoulder and elbow joints. Under the gold sheet, overlapping curved plates bound her arm in another layer of protection. Along the forearm, the overlapping plates continued and a spine ran along the outside of her arm to create an intimidating spine for a bash effect. Spikes studded her knuckles and claws accented her fingertips. At the wrist, elbow, and the side of her hand several spikes came out along the tops or sides to assist her if she needed to brush back an attack. The gauntlet's actuation was inscribed and constructed on a wide bracelet for her left hand.

Another ring on the middle finger gave the gauntlet a fixed sword extending from the wrist. Kaarthen pushed into it a fire effect but the goddess didn't want to cauterize people's wounds. Instead, a freeze effect of white flame would burn with extreme cold and double as a torch. The ring actuating the sword was attached by a thin silvery chain to the bracelet.




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She liked the effect. The gauntlet felt comfortably heavy. Similar magic to what she saw in Lourndai kept her weapons clean and sharp. The articulated joints were extremely maneuverable. She waited patiently and thought of the jewelry her angels would wear. She decided on some weapons they would have in common. 

A ring on her index finger actuated a free wielded, razor sharp, dagger of black poisoned obsidian. The weapon was made intentionally to shatter like dust in its victims and it would reform limitlessly in her hand so long as there was dirt nearby. Its shape was crude and unfinished despite it's extremely shape edges. The girls all agreed the weapon was the best for their fighting style.

Finally, on her right index finger she made a ring to call Lourndai. She found it wouldn't form properly until the two made contact. It stayed as a black smudge on her finger like a tattoo, or a buildings frame waiting to be raised. The girls got rings that called their specialty swords and imbued them to become permanently sharper and stronger like Lourndai.

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The little angels in prison were not getting the reception Mara had hoped for. The men seemed oddly wary of them. Rinis sat staring blankly ahead, Ein talked to a wall designing fantasy armor, and Mara paced with her robe and pants off trying to jiggle up the next meal. 

When they first came in a big brute came up and grabbed Mara. She smiled at him sweetly as he stripped her and tossed her roughly onto her back. His cock nudged her insides and she squeezed him in. 

From the man's perspective, everything went white after that in a pure orgasm unrestricted for eternity.

The rest of them heard the abrupt snapping and popping of his back and shattered hips. To make matters more confusing he fell gasping as if he was just tired in a very lifelike death rattle. The other prisoners quickly realized big Jorn did more then blow himself early over some 'grade A fine pooz'. The men watched the girls warily after that sitting huddled together whispering to each other in a far corner.

The girls had little black smudges on their hands when booms and explosions started. The guards rushed out and shouted down in confusion. Mara dressed quietly, disappointed and a little miffed. Rinis got up also and walked to the door. Ein pulled out a needle like dart triumphantly as Mara rolled her eyes. She tumbled the lock and opened the door after the panicked guards left. The three each drew their preferred blades of engagement, and advanced along the block heading to Kaarthen, collecting souls along the way. 

Rinis moved in front with armored arms and legs, her specialty sword was drawn before her. Mara stood touching her hips with two daggers double fisted, her head stayed in motion swiveling around for a target to charge. Ein was completely armored and walked alone to their left keeping their blind side clear.

Upstairs, Kaarthen was out of the suddenly uncomfortably rickety chair, and pacing and trying to decide what to do. She wanted to see what she could learn if someone came in and questioned her since Marcos could use the information. However, the Goddess was aware Marcos had just killed two people and three more were about to die by fire from his hand. Kaarthen and the Goddess wanted to immediately prosecute targets for her waist chain. Kaarthen also wanted to test out her new toys.

The materialization of her fanciful imagination had devastated the once elegant room around her. The armor and weapons had consumed most of the chair, turned her throwing knives into darts, turned the chandelier into a tangled glittery ball, made puddles of china and sterling vases like half-melted ice, and eaten away some pieces of furniture. 

As she paced mulling over whether to play the prisoner or start tossing bodies a voice cut through.

A blond leading the king's sullen brunette and redhead came in. "Thank goodness nothing happened to you Sister. I only just now heard a Head Sister came into the city." The blond kneeled and behind her, the confused women bowed their heads after a moment. "I'm here to get you out. I'm from Dar Delis." She said as if it meant Kaarthen was home free. The goddess told her the name of this randomly helpful soul.

Kaarthen cleared her throat. "Sister Dellin, I am on a mission still. The Queen will be installed and this is only the first stage."

Double doors flew open behind her and without looking Kaarthen reached back and tossed a dart into the servant's neck as he tried to close the doors behind him. He fell paralyzed and suffocated slowly on his own blood. 

Kaarthen continued. "In several moments, my traveling sisters will be here. If you are prepared to leave, we will take you to the stables where you can get to the harbor quickly."

The sister continued. "Yes Head Sister, but this city is about to blow, someone just hit the..."

"Guild headquarters, yes we know." Kaarthen said testily. Outside the girls were cutting through Palace like they were running down hill with the wind at their backs. "It was ahead of schedule, but they acted first. The girls are here you may want to move."

Behind them, the hall sounded like a room quietly eating dinner. The sound of metallic clangs weren't like loud sword fighting but rather like subdued quick scrapes of metal on a plate or brushing stone. Frequently, the clatter of dropped weapons on the stone floor of the hallway was heard. That particular noise was troubling for them to understand since they knew most of the wide hallway outside was carpeted. The odd noises grew slightly louder as they listened, but they were definitely getting closer.

The doors behind them burst open suddenly with the weight of a mostly intact body. Three tiny messengers of death came up and stepped over the carcass into the room. The view of the hall through the doors behind them was vastly different scene then what the four saw coming up. Blood and broken bodies littered the landing in front of the door.

Except for Mara, everything on or around them was coated in obscene layers of splashed blood. Only Mara's arms up to her elbows were dripping blood. She had been maneuvering and stabbing her targets gleefully.

The two groups of women looked critically at each other. "Well lead the way," Sister Dellin said finally. 

Half the path they took to the stables was over the carnage in the wide hall. The direction the girls came from wasn't very clear because partial remains and broken bodies lined the walls and spread along the floor all the way up and down the hallway. Short tables, pictures, mirrors, and curtained windows dripped with fresh crimson lacquer. 

Rinis and Ein strode in front of the group confidently while Kaarthen strode up the rear. Mara disappeared from sight up ahead. The women were surprised to turn corners or pass rooms and see her put the final touches on a guard or servant. It seemed she wanted to add shock value by popping out over an unsuspecting guard and mercilessly stab and slice him to the ground as they came into view turning corners or passing doorways. 

As they came down the wide stairs at the entrance, Mara rejoined them and bounced along goose stepping next to Kaarthen. The party exited the open entranceway to find the rest of the Palace in communications break down and in complete uninformed disarray. Many people were not aware of the carnage inside as they watched in wonder the nearby burning guild headquarters. Kaarthen had them quickly sheathe their weapons and move quickly around the crowd.

The Duchess was the ranking person and stood in a shiny chest plate over a purple leather-riding outfit with a jeweled sword on her belt. Despite what she thought of the situation, a show must be made about not giving up her place in line. As the head of house for a royal family, anyone attacking the king had to get through her. She looked out over the city with five armored guards in matching purple, white, black, and gold uniforms. 

The color scheme was different but Kaarthen was surprised that out here someone wore Menthino's colors unwittingly. Her party got odd looks as they trooped past from those not facing outwards looking at the ominous pillar of smoke. 

Kaarthen's angels were the only ones dripping blood. Everyone else around them was dressed for crisis but didn't know what was happening. None of them knew the Dark Mother's three hands had just seized what they could inside. 

"Is someone attacking the palace?" The Duchess asked turning to look at them at the behest of a growing crowd shifting their attention to them.

"Yes, we ran into craven assassins in there." Kaarthen lied. "Form up a supported armored company before entering, but move quickly to catch the murderers." She added confusing them with two mutually exclusive orders. She hustled the group along and had the girls prepare their distance weapons. Incase they randomly stumbled upon their secret.

She didn't have to worry, instant confusion and chaos broke out behind them as the crowd reconnected themselves to the world and learned of the situation inside. Orders were shouted and rescinded. People ran in to check and out to alert. 

They scurried through the chaos around the back of Palace's north wing to the stables. The wide long stables sat along the back of the palace wing. In it, Kaarthen had a saddle boy stop gawking at them and saddle their horses. She found Lourndai missing among the baggage. This confused her since she had just seen it here. She turned. 

"Where's the..." She was stopped by the Goddess and looked down. Below them, clear as day to her, the treasure of the city had been collected.

She turned to the women and stable boy. "You can all go. Please have pleasant trip." She said flatly.

"What? I..." A knife thrown to the stable boy's throat caught him by surprise. A slash under his arm and between his ribs and he died choking on his own blood despite being able to breath out of his armpit.

The women mounted and rode out looking at her oddly. They didn't hide feelings of uncertainty and dubiousness at her actions. Behind them, Kaarthen was already working sweeping out old hay from a unique, wide, and empty stall bearing the royal seal. Under an old layer of hay, a door was found. Kaarthen pulled it open and found herself in the royal secret tunnel.

She dropped down and found herself in an underground tunnel. It seemed an orgy room, everywhere women's under things and accessories were scattered by frantic lovemaking. The king or someone, had been bringing women to the secret location. They must have showed off the royal horde to get a rise before shagging their dazzled dame.

A heavy wood door at one end of the short tunnel led to the palace, another similar door led to the treasure room she had been standing over. She called for Ein to come down and had Rinis and Mara close, lock, and guard the stable. 

Kaarthen knew time was short once the stable closed. People would try to force themselves in eventually since horses are a big part of what the city does. The royal stable had two hundred stalls and held valuable product perhaps worth what was to be found below. Kaarthen would set fire to it all and reenter the palace if necessary.

The treasure room door oddly wasn't locked which made her curious about what the room was the tunnel' other end went to. The room had a low ceiling with many old black thick timber beams. The area was roughly the size of the stable above. Yellow light from the stable above illuminated the place. Up top, the stalls were well lit while the stable's interior was less luminous. Down here was obvious why, snorting horses and displaced strands of straw fell from above as the horses hid the secret of this place. Kaarthen hoped her sword hadn't been pissed on.

Inside the treasure room were trinkets of unimportance covered in dust, possibly from when the city was an island a few thousand years ago. Kaarthen walked further and found that a majority of it all was recently placed. The king had seized one fifth of all assets of the guild and placed it all here it seemed. Among the things, she saw one thing that made the goddess focus her as she paused.

A pile of statues and effigies to the Dark Mother were dropped and broken in a large pile. Shine and glitter drew her eyes into it. An old gift from neighboring Dar Delis to Sellis was here. It was an old realistic miniature statue of the death aspect with mithril chain mail. She touched the metal looking at the signature of it written by the gods and before her eyes, it pulsed and extended becoming many times its size.

It grew from being a pretty bracelet to something she could wear. In an instant, the change happened with a whirl wind of changes to key parts of the pieces signature. She actuated it into a necklace and picked it up to look at. Its weight was feathery and pleasant. As a necklace, it still shined with the brilliant radiance of mithril.

As she sat wondering over the divine gift, Ein snooped and found Lourndai. Once in Kaarthen's hand her spell of bonding merged magic and her ring actuated on her right hand. Now with little thought she could actuate Lourndai from thin air by calling it from wherever it was just like the girls with their swords. 

Kaarthen moved out of the room feeling suddenly closer to the goddess. With the mithril, she felt much better then with the gauntlet or Lourndai could do for her despite knowing it was mundane compared to the two.

Kaarthen couldn't tell if the other things in the room were really of value. She was annoyed no chests of gold and jewels were found.

She had the girls open the stable doors and come down. Together they opened the door into the palace but found a simple storage room on the other side.

Kaarthen led them back up to the stable. She had Mara open the stable doors and hide the stable boy's body. Ein and Rinis dumped their bloody clothes in a water trough. Kaarthen never realized importance of quick clean material but when they pulled them back out, they were passable. The edges of the splatters had dried creating subtle patterns, but the rest washed out. The women wore them wet and packed up to move out.

Kaarthen had a faint idea where they would strike next.

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Marcos and the Queen reached the harbor within less than an hour by following the canal. He was able to find the captain of the detachment and ready his men quickly. The plan he needed was for the men to find carts hide their armor and sneak into the city in small groups. 

He turned around and was back off to the capital to make a formal declaration without even getting off the horse.

The city gate was as crowded as usual getting into the city. He noted the bored and inattentive guards and breathed relief. His invasion depended on these unprofessional guardians of the city.

He moved with the flow of the crowd as he got higher on the hill the energy of the city could be felt. The headquarters of most of the cities workers was burning. The Palace was unresponsive it seemed. He continued up and as he got to the Senate he found the towering head and shoulders of Kaarthen moving through the crowds.

"Why hello sisters." Marcos called out once getting next to them.

"Marcos, they tried to arrest us." Kaarthen said and looked at the Queen before continuing. "We did some sad things and escaped. We may not be allowed back in there."

"So where are you going now?" Marcos asked.

"To the ambassador's residence to wait for you." Kaarthen said pointing.

"Well woman, you're going the wrong way." He said and looked up. "Follow us to the senate up a head." He looked back at the Queen. "Get us a covered carriage back to the Palace after this"

The senate house was full with the day's excitement. They expected a Queen's abdication and exile or execution today. The King was surprised at Marco's arrival. When the Queen moved in unannounced and sat, he looked truly confused and waved over several aides. 

The Queen stopped the proceedings and called Marcos before the court.

"Lord Panthi, for the short time Menthino has been an ally your country has done much good." A murmur arose around them. "Your assistance has been balancing a time of uncertainty here. We have heard of a recent decision regarding our relationship and trade in Mavvus I hope this court can hear it."

Marcos spoke his piece of political theater clearly for the politicians in back. "Highnesses, Members in equal standing of the court, Menthino has decided it will cease trade relations with Sellis during this time of emergency." A furor arose behind him at the words. He waited until things quieted. "Unfair trade practices are cited but general diplomatic cooling is creating an unworkable environment."

The Queen quieted them and spoke. "Perhaps, Lord Panthi, our guild can speak to your fears." 

"Perhaps but I have not seen a representative the whole time I've been in the city." Marcos shouted for effect. "If your serious then I need to meet, or whatever trade controlling body needs to meet me before I leave to advise my Crown." He hoped that was clear enough.

"You can decide now?" The Queen pushed.

"Yes Highness, with the proper discussion your city won't lose a trade that could disassemble your magnificent horse trading industry." Marcos gestured.

"Excellent news." She said bouncing back and sitting up in her chair. She turned to address the pale sickly King. "Can we arrange a meeting for this important discussion?" The Queen suggested.

"Aaa...Of course." He sputtered sounding unsure. 

He was pasty and sweating again. He looked weak in these halls but boisterous when outside. Marcos noticed a lead advisor not in the party last night. He had a trimmed beard and seemed confident enough to look Marcos in the eye. Rings of gold were on his hands and a circle necklace was worn about his shoulders. His shirt seemed to be silk. Marcos figured that would be his next target for questioning.

"Well then, since you are leaving so soon we hope you can have a meeting tonight. Lord Panthi please have a safe trip." The Queen finished and rose.

Marcos turned and left to walk back past the angry glares of impotent men who voted away their powers. 

Marcos walked into the antechamber and saw Kaarthen and her girls looking inconspicuous as they thumbed their weapons in the back of the room.

The Queen came out after a few moments. Outside the doors opened as the large enclosed carriage rolled up. Two maidens bustled out quickly rushing to the Queen.

"Highness a terrible thing has happened. The Palace was under attack!" A brunette squealed

The Queen whitened. As they came up to her. "Oh my how are the girls?"

"We made it fine hiding in a closet. The screams will make it hard to sleep." She sobbed.

The Queen turned to Marcos. "I must be available for my country. Once I have the palace situation controlled I will send word to the ambassador's residence." She turned quickly and left with the maiden in tow.

"Perhaps we could watch her." Kaarthen suggested.

"No, appearing weak is much worse than appearing slightly out of control for a moment. What happened? You were there weren't you? Did you see anything?" He questioned Kaarthen as they moved to the carriage. 

"They tried to arrest us. I found the treasure room as we tried to escape and found this." Kaarthen actualized and displayed her gauntlet, weapons, and mithril chain mail once she got into the carriage.

"Sellis has treasure like that?" Marcos stared at each item. "And, you found it breaking out of prison? Let me guess, I bet the door was unlocked?" He joked leaning back.

Around them, the city started moving as the carriage moved out and turned into the street traffic.

"Yes actually." Kaarthen said making him snap up. "Several discarded small pants and decorative hair ties were on the ground too. Well the outer door to the escape tunnel wasn't, but the escape hatch to the stables was so yes actually, the door was unlocked."




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Mara walked into the Palace grounds confident the guards wouldn't see through her disguise. Clean up of the massacre inside the Palace was taking a while, and continued into the night. Lights turned night to day and bustling servants in bloody livery rushed in and out cleaning and searching through her handiwork in the mess of the devastated Palace. The bodies under the sheets of the men who passed Mara's blade lined across the ground to the right with small tents of other recovered items from the thrashed interior. For her, the smell of their blood and fear around her lit nose and fired her loins. 

To the left, the Queen sat in metal plated hardened leather cavalry armor at a desk with her back to a huge white carriage that seemed ready to move out. She wanted to make a show of steady strength during the night of crisis as the city seemed under attack by ghostly violent enemies. Nobody needed to know it was all a plot by the Queen's hand to retake control of the Crown from her foolish puppet husband. 

Further back behind the Queen, several larger tents for the displaced nobles stood. Each had colored door flaps to denote their houses. In the far back near the south wing of the ravaged Palace, a five-pole tent for the royals stood with small pennants drooping from the points on top.

Mara eased in among the men amused at their fear and aroused by the mixing odors of semen she smelled. In her form, everyone ignored her as the King's whore as she wandered over to stand in front of the Queen at her desk.

"What is it? Why do you disturb me?" The Queen asked firmly without looking up.

Mara could smell her fear dealing with what she thought was her husband's concubine. It was amusing to Mara that she feared her savior. 

"We are to see the King." Mara announced.

Clenching her jaw, the Queen looked up at her. "Tell him I have not prepared the reports he needs yet." The slender blonde said bitingly.

"We are to see the King." Mara repeated stepping up against the Queen's desk.

With a quiet sigh, Queen stood and fumbled for a shawl. Despite the plated leather armor the Queen wore, she was visibly uncomfortable in the presence of the form Mara represented. 

The Queen walked in front leading the way winding through the tents huddled as if cold in the shawl as they walked to the tent of her evil husband. Across the wide dark street from the Palace, at least two people watched in the dark by a building corner. 

"They are in." A tall, hugely muscled, white haired Amazon said to a man shrouded in shadow.

Mara stepped in front of the Queen at the entranceway of the tent. Beyond them, a gauzy curtain hanging in front of them partially obscured a throne and lamps illuminating the central area of the tent. Only in a few areas could the grass of the palace grounds be seen poking up from heavy rugs and skins that lined the floor. Mara smelled blood distinctly nearby and wondered if the King was already dead.

A hand flitted aside the curtain in front of them waving them forward and they entered the middle room of the apartment sized tent.

Before them, the king stood over his bloodied son disheveled and looking terrorized. Advisors and other sycophants of the Crown stood along the edges of the room looking at the floor mostly.

"Monto!" The Queen screeched running to the boy and pulling him from the King's grasp.

"You are here too Taris?" The King bellowed stepping back surprised.

The pale Queen turned and snarled at him holding her concussed child. "You ordered me here you drunk fool. What is it you sent Asmine to fetch me for?"

"Asmine?" The King looked up at Mara and his eye bulged. "Asmine! Praises, I thought you were taken by the guild." He said nervously offering her a hug.

Mara moved to him slowly and started sobbing into his robes. "It was horrible Highness. The ravages of the castle, the arrest by the guild, and finally when the Guildhouse was attacked and burnt down. I saw the creatures that did all of it. The palace, the Guildhouse all of it." Mara said sprouting tears and pushing herself into him in a tight embrace. Her right hand twitched behind him with the repressed urge to stab him.

"Tell me their names I order you!!" The King barked pulling her back to look at him.

Mara shut her eyes tightly to protect her secret and pleaded loudly. "Please sir! Mercy! There are assassins among us. Let me tell you the news where only your Highnesses can know. They're among us. They will come take me again, but I can be safe with you Highness. I can tell you before they come for you too."

The King pushed her down from him like trash as he suddenly became thoughtful. "Huh? That's it huh? The conspiracy turns to me. Those old men were trying to get rid of me after all." He muttered randomly.

Mara crawled back to him worming over the ground. "They know too much Highness. Please take me where it's safe with you." Mara pleaded pitifully from the floor tugging on his robe's hem. "They know so much. They are among us even now. They are close Highness, I fear they watch us."

The King's mind internalized the paranoia as he tried to guess the identities of his enemies. In a frenzy, he looked up at the faces of his cowering sycophants for the traitor among them. "Yes, they... They are always trying to control me. They always were... Leave us!" He bellowed. "Be gone from here!"

The crowd of advisors left quietly. Finally, only the guards were left. "Why do you stay?" The King screeched waving an arm at them too. "Leave us immediately!" He turned expectantly to Mara after they left. 

Mara stood and backed up. "I will tell you about your enemies and what I heard Highnesses." She turned and dashed forward to clutch him tightly in a penetrating embrace.

"It is you." She whispered in his ear and backed away turning to the stunned Queen who still held Prince Carthin. "Menthino's activities here against the King and the guild have been completed Queen Di Sellis." She reported flatly.

Behind her, the King was frozen in shock and paling as the poison wended its way through him. A dry gasp heaved from him after a moment, and with a groan, he shook and fell to the floor to lie still.

The Queen looked from him to Mara. "What happened?"

"You killed the king, with this." Mara remarked, as if it was plain truth, dropping an obviously poisoned dagger to the blonde's feet. "Perhaps it was by order, perhaps it was by your own hand. It will be as you declare." She turned and stepped out leaving the Queen to consider the beginnings of a new future.

Like a scurrying shadow, Mara left quickly. She moved to the back of the tents into the shadows where no one could see her. With Kaarthen's help, she felt the movements of energy that pulled her body back into her normal shape. Her breasts and hips grew, and her body shrunk until she was back to her curvy voluptuous stature at just under five feet tall. The wavy black glossy hair she worn straightened with a pop, and turned into a wavy blond as her skin lightened into a pale fair creaminess.

"Oi girlie what are you doing over here?" A gruff voice called from the shadows. 

Since she was behind the tent, the lights of the Palace's courtyard made deep shadows cloaking the areas around her. She found that across a streak of light on the ground a man sat laying back against the wall of the Palace several paces before her. He appeared to be a soldier resting, but also seemed drunk. 

"It's been a long day sir. I'll be on my way." Mara said turning and walking up the clear path to the interior and the exit.

"Oh no you don't." Said the man grabbing her. He tugged her arm pulling her out of the light and over onto him.

Once she was on him, the stench of brandy was on her. Brandy and cum, this man had something to offer her. She grew hungry as always with the scent of fresh cum.

"Now you're just a servant. I've been watching you girlies go in and out helping those mucky-mucks but now old Jeffies wants a bit." He said holding her tightly.

"Sir please," Mara tried to sound small, scared, and soft like a young possibly virginal bond maiden. "I would give you my warm mouth and a soft suck to ease you if you were just more gentle."

The straightforward offer made the man much more relaxed. "Oh glad to know, glad to know. I've been working hard. Here, give old Jeffies something for protecting you. They made me go in and fight the assassins that did this to the Palace. There were so many. I fought them hard I did in that bloody place." The man excitedly pushed her down lower, and together they worked down his pants. "Now old Jeffies could use a gentle mouth on his... there you go." 

Mara crouched between his legs gobbling his thick cock. The monster organ was wider then both her small hands and a good seven inches long. Her small mouth had to gape to get it in. Her talented tongue tried to wrestle with the column as it pressed in and slid deeper. Mara switched tactics and used her small hands on his shaft and balls as she started bobbing deeper to take his length into her throat.

Her instinctive talent at bottomless deepthroating and her sexual hunger from being a former vampire sex slave helped her push the man to release a spectacular gushing load into her tight mouth. She sucked to continue his spending as thick gobs and spurts grew into a steady flow. Above her, the man cringed with intensity of the pleasure. 

"Oi! that's it girlie. That's the thank you Jeffies needed."

Mara's small soft hands cupped and massaged the pulsing muscles under the balls stimulating more of the nutritious semen. The man above her was growing numb in his toes and fingers as the flow continue on what he thought was the best suck of his life. His balls started to ache with fatigue and emptiness as the flow continued non-stop. The mixed painful pleasure still made him bounce his hips instinctively into the deep warm sucking hole he blew himself in.

"Aurgh." 'Old Jeffies' gasped weakly. He slowly started realizing he couldn't move or speak anymore from weakness. 

The pained sensation of pulsing grew to a feeling of pissing fire as his body forced out more globs of his essence. Below him, the girl continued to stroke his balls and milk his shaft as she bobbed on him.

Finally, after his last gasp, he keeled over and Mara stood over him checking the surrounding shadows for witnesses.

In her regular form, she was looked at, but not recognized and also not stopped, as the short bouncy blonde grabbed a pile of folded sheeting and headed out the Palace gates.

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Two days after the twin tragedies of the guild burning down with nearly all representatives and several major nobles present, and the palace massacre that killed nearly as many, the politics was getting back to normal. Recovered assets allowed the Crown to begin payments in valued currencies again. The destruction of the Palace at the hands of Kaarthen's three 'hands' had oddly helped the economy of the restarting city because of the massive renovations needed. Having so many people nearby working in the Palace allowed the story of what was happening to their beloved Queen and beautiful city to get out. The city's royal funeral was marred by the budding realization of what the people in charge of the guild had done.

The Queen had lavished as much attention on Marcos privately as her busy schedule allowed. During her days, she met with a seemingly endless schedule of leaders, and ambassadors from nearby cities. As a Queen in a mourning city trying to rebuild itself, she had to make a great many appearances in city and out among nearby towns in the valley. Accords were struck that were in the end going to be very beneficial to everyone, and especially profitable to the Crown. 

To help her goal of solidarity and assist in spreading the wealth, the Sisterhood and Marcos advised the Queen to have coins and tax stamps produced bearing her face and flag. The prince was just about wrapped in the colors and ordered out to find the many villages and towns near and far. Once there, he was to make himself as visible as possible in those lands as the Crown prince of their country. As the Crown prince, he would also let his name and face be known and liberally spend money on charities, statues, festivals, and projects in the name of the Crown. However, despite how badly they needed the money, strict terms were written up for them to sign before any accounts were started by the prince.

During her nights, Marcos and Kaarthen entertained Queen Di Sellis in her apartments till the small hours. Marcos would usually keep her in bed while Kaarthen seemed to latch onto the hidden desires of the Queen and waited till Marcos was exhausted before bringing in Mara and licking the Queen's royal, and utterly exhausted vessel.

Kaarthen gave her the son she wanted to carry. Musingly, she made sure he would be a very similar man in his adulthood to Marcos.

Not everything went smoothly, or as Marcos would have liked. He found himself in a dark green silk shirt and comfortable linen breeches speaking with the dusky skinned Duchess Perstavy in a meeting where he figured she would try to curry favor with him like so many others. Like other nobles stewing in self importance she honored herself and referred to herself as 'we' as though including the title she bore and all it represented. She sat seeming to slouch into her couch across from him in a modest sized wood paneled office of elegance. Her high-necked purple robe was a stylishly loose parody of Mara's body sock. Marcos was furiously trying to understand what her enormous breasts were doing under her robe. 

Not for the first time she tried shifting her body and throwing around her hands to break his wayward gaze. "Lord Panthi, the work you have done was excellent. We are able to keep a large hold on our cities allowing our dream of becoming a true country to continue." The Duchess paused. "We are curious of the alliance mentioned between our two countries."

"It was temporary." Marcos said dismissively. He was bored of the parade of nobles coming along currying favor. He had become their new flavor of interest in the city.

The Duchess wasn't making it easy for him to be a gentleman. This meeting was dragging on for what felt like hours as she for all intents and purposes tried to interrogate him. Visions of her naked made it difficult for him to listen as she continued. "Well, we are curious also how we can avoid losing our trade relationship."

Marcos sat up aggressively. "I can take care of it by my report. If, I am pleased here."

The Duchess seemed confused. "Are we not in a better more stable situation?"

"Not Sellis. You will satisfy me. Here." Marcos said opening his legs wide revealing his straining member.

She blushed under her deep tan and leaned back. "I think you should leave. You are not a good representative for your countries needs."

"I am," He hissed. "And you will serve them as I tell you." 

The Duchess panicked a little confused and stood trying to tower over him. "How dare you! I'll have the guards take you out of here at once." She said pointing a bejeweled hand to the door.

Marcos hopped the half pace to her handily, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to him closely like they were about to waltz. "Too late."

"Unhand me." She immediately fought pushing him away and they tumbled off the end table into the wall where Marcos turned her around, and pinned her from behind. "Argh. I am the Head of house for the... Argh." Marcos shoved her harder to the wall and rode his crotch into the plump brunette's ass. 

He spoke to her ear. "I don't care. You will serve me now. You will start with your body and slack my lusts like a good noble woman."

Marcos had recently found out that noble woman in this area use themselves to ensure their male children don't defile their siblings or breed off of available women in the estate. The practice is to ensure the protection of their sister's honor and virginity, and the all important control of the blood line. Usually, the women use their ass to take their sons as they grow older until they leave to get married. 

"I...I won't do that with you. Please don't...I can't." She pleaded blushing hard.

Marcos leaned into her ear smelling her wavy black hair. "Yes. You will now show me where you will take my hard needs." She froze and turned away as he grinded his obvious hardness into her pillowy ass. "Show me! You think the Queen will like your name being the reason the deal falls apart?" 

She panicked. "You can't do this." Marcos twisted her arm savagely. "Okay, Okay I will do it for my family name and my Queen." 

She slowly lifted her robe. Her deeply tanned thick shapely legs he remembered were revealed in a teasingly slow pace. Under the long robe, she wore no under clothes and her wide round ass was naked for him. 

Marcos pulled apart the dark crack and saw her bruised asshole. It looked more fitting on a bar whore. "That's right you'll do it for me. Look at your beaten hole, you sow. How many sons have you had to satisfy with it?"

She wagged her hips uselessly at his words. "...Oh don't do this." She pleaded.

"Answer me! You whore. You'll do the Crown some good if you obey." Marcos shouted.

"Three." She said quietly.

When she turned to look at him be jowls beckoned him to take a bite but he resisted. "Three, Master." Marcos demanded.

"What how dare you? I am the..." She tried pushing off the wall to fight again. They wrestled and fell to the floor. Once Marcos was atop her, his gauntlet tore her robe to shreds revealing her massive breasts looking like a pair head sized eyes staring back in stunned surprise. They jiggled and flopped as she fought on her back bravely. "Get off! How dare you." She foolishly demanded.

"Silence. You serve me now." Marcos eased up over her and looked from her massive brown nippled breasts along her dark body to her pudgy hairless pussy. "You're wet for this." Her chubby thighs were rubbing together wetly and the whole of her hips and crotch glistened. 

He fingered her sopping hole finding it extremely wet and tight with a quality of a yielding cushion rather than muscular tightness. He knew from experience she wouldn't get loose with a prize pussy like that and worked his knees into her thighs. 

"Stop please. My family is very fertile. The women are always like this. Please just..." She pleaded impotently. She already knew she was lost completely. She watched him scramble to lower his pants. When he lowered his cock and his balls the size of small apples for her to see, she stared down in fear at them. 

"You call me by title or you'll be sorry with the rest of this city." He leaned in lining himself up. Unconsciously, she tilted back her hips and aligned herself to him. "Now take this cock." He said pushing into her.

Her pussy was amazingly tight and very hot and wet. She was a close second to Kaarthen's amazing massaging pussy. Its softness was resistant like a new plush stuffed winter glove that he could slide into. Initially it stretched only slightly, and his cock and balls were left out to be coddled by the crevice of her warm thighs and buns. "Aaah MMmilord... Please not my...Please use my ass." 

Under him, she closed her eyes and turned away her face as she fucked back into him without restraint. She moaned and wheezed loudly, as he demanded more of her body for his cock's recreation. 

"What was that?" Marcos asked speeding up into her. Instinctively her knees spread wider as he sped up and plundered her convulsing core.

She gasped at his fast deep thrusts and tried to holdout as her pussy told him of her nearing climax. Loudly, she babbled as her pussy collapsed and twitched around him in a gushing orgasm. "Please. Ahhh...oh..Arrrgh use my ass." 

"What was that?!" Marcos repeated heaving into her with his entire ten-inch cock. Now that she came, her pussy had become greedy for more. Instinctively, it worked him grasping as he pulled back and tightening as invaded. Their hips met as he slam fucked her underneath him and the sound of wet sloshing and slapping filled the room.




The Champion's Companion Ch. 15



"Please... use my ass." She gasped quickly between breaths.

Marcos leaned in and paused moving his cock in circles around her. "Stupid bitch. I wanna cum. You did, now it's my turn. Let's cum together bitch." He sped back up thrusting her hole with wet slaps. 

Under him, signs of her arousal were coating him from thighs to belly button. Her hips rose to him perfectly and her legs spread out with her knees almost to her armpits. As he thrust in, her mushy hole even tried to take in his flopping balls. Deep inside her, Marcos was battering into, and sliding along against her cervix.

"Mmmmnn.... Nnnoo I Ple...." She pleaded. She looked at him furtively several times before falling back with her eyes closed. 

Marcos knew she was trying to hold onto her sanity, but it was being nudged away as his cock kissed her cervix and slid across it neighborly.

"Bitch, you never say 'no' to your master!" Marcos shouted

"Please... I'll be.... with child." She pleaded between his thrusts.

"You better ask nice quickly." Marcos' cock was giving him the nagging intense burn starting in his root and working up to his sensitive head as his massive cock swelled deep within her.

She felt it coming, her eyes burst open, and her arms snapped around his back. "Mmaster please...Use...Ah aahhH MY AAHhh!" 

The Duchess' movements belied her horny base desires for his cum. Her hips raised off the floor then angled to point him into her furthest reaches. As they moved together, her splashing pussy opened for him and his cock pushed along and grinded hard along the cervix. Her legs snapped in as he slid further then they wound around him locking together. With no retreat available, Marcos pushed in further what little he could with his toes. 

Her wall stayed firm but in the last moment as she felt his rising spunk, her instincts flattened her hips and gave him a direct shot for one more slam. Without any pause he backed out slightly and raised onto his hands and toes as he trucked into her. As his cockhead pushed through her cervical gate, his spurts flew out in a thick steam, pooled into her womb, and he clamped around her and bit down onto her shoulder as his body seized her tight. 

They remained locked tightly as she climaxed under him in waves drawn out by the force of his jet of hot cum and the oddly pleasurable pain of his bite. For almost a full minute, his balls continued to spew into her with pronounced pulses that rhythmically poured out into her uterus as she twitched and writhed her upper body. The moment of frenzied passion passed and they both breathed hard eye to eye, as her body facilitated proper joining and his carried out its transfer. Both lovers were mostly unconscious of how they worked together at the lowest levels for a successful mating. 

"Yes bitch, yes, you are mine. Your Master is pleased." He said keeping tightly locked into her as his upper body raised up to empty himself. 

Below him, she covered her face in her hands and he could feel her sobs pushing along his length. "Quit crying." Marcos barked stroking her softly with his re-hardening cock. "Say, 'Thank you Master'." 

"I.. I can't I.." She protested.

"Say 'thank you' bitch." Marcos said leaning into her face giving her one last chance.

She felt his fully re-hardened cock pushing into her now menacingly. "You? Are you going to..." 

Marcos roughly pulled out from her and flipped her over. Instantly he was on her as she scrambled. In the confusion, she raised her hips as she tried to move away and felt him slide over her. As she turned back feeling his weight on her and his cock wandering her backside, she found out his intentions. "NnnOO!"

Marcos skewered her ass roughly, and slid deeply into her with half of his cock. His shrugging thrusts pushed in bursts as he tunneled down into her. She tried to lower herself and laid flat under the onslaught. Her pillowy ass and thick thighs worked against her and eased Marcos' domination of her. Once seated fully, he turned her face away from him callously, and started to ass rape her fiercely.

"You...Are...The...Stupidest...Bitch...I...Have...Ever." Marcos said as he dropped into her with hard brutal thrusts. Her well-used ass took his wet cock easily, though he could tell it had been awhile for her.

Under him, she tried swimming away. Her arms searched blindly for handholds to deliver her from him. "Please... Master...Mercy." She wheezed.

"Say it again." He growled.

Sobbing she turned to him, "PuH..Lezz..Mas...ter...Please." She pleaded pitifully.

Marcos stopped and got off her, and pulled her up onto her feet. "Come here."

He brought her around and dropped her onto the couch she had sat in earlier. He got naked next to her and then mounted.

As Marcos moved atop her, she pleaded weakly again but popped open her legs for him. "Oh Please. Master."

He lined his cock up and pushed into her wet canal slowly. Her pussy had swollen to become tighter but he gave her no quarter. Her wetted pussy guided his rod deep into her. Her soft body was remarkably hot and sweaty from his exertions. 

"Oh not again..." She moaned as he began to thrust her. 

He played with her giant breasts moving between the two as he gave her a much smoother ride building up to a mutual orgasm. He rested a moment deep inside her after loading her up. He dozed lightly between and on top of the cushions of her body. The sweet scent of her aroused body was a natural musk that put him at ease. Under him, the Duchess had embraced him and seemed to be half asleep.

His cock hardened again in her inviting body and Marcos rose and pushed into her in another demanding rhythm. Under him, she wrapped her hands around his back and clung to him with her eyes closed. Her body naturally made the movements needed for them to arrive at another timely orgasm where he could again spatter her walls with more thick cream.

She pleaded again when she felt him already spurting into her for a third time. Marcos knew it was all just theater. "Oh OH.. Master, take it out! I'm... Ohhh! Argghh." She said breaking down as her climax ruled her. The feeling of his forceful shots made her body tighten around him. He let his cock drain and the cum soak within her fertile body as his cock kept it all with her deepest point.

Marcos enjoyed the quiet moment of post coital bonding sucking her nipples. "You did well. Never forget." He said quietly and stood.

"Oh, by the way, before I forget hold still." Marcos said and plucked a hair from her head.

He dressed and left quietly. Back in the office, the Duchess Clarin Perstavy slept undisturbed with her legs wide displaying Marcos' frothy mess coating her crotch and thighs. Her pussy reflexively tightened and swelled shut sealing itself tightly.

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Kaarthen, Mara, and Ein discovered their own popularity with the ranks of nobles. Her name was Gerris Blacksail. Kaarthen was invited numerous times to her audience but never replied. Marcos told her to have a few drinks with her and just see what happened and tell him what they ended up discussing. He also got hard and smiled stupidly at the woman's name, which put Kaarthen on alert.

Finally, the svelte blonde Noblewoman dropped pretenses and 'found' her way into their apartments. Ein and Mara were playing a game of Queen's crux alone when she came in.

Posing her full figured frame against the door, she knocked after entering, and looked about questioningly. "Excuse me. Where is your Mistress this afternoon?" She asked watching their game intrigued.

Ein replied without looking up. "Our Mistress is inspecting a room beneath the stables. She is gong to recover the Dark Mother statues for the city."

The noble woman eased over and sat across from them at a sofa. "Yes, we all love the Dark Mother. Perhaps you girls are bored of that game though. Oh? Is this brandy from Dar Delis it is my favorite. Don't you girls like it too?" She said eyeing the brandy on the end table. "Come over here and let's drink and wait for your mistress." She patted the seats on either side of her. 

In short, order the practiced Noblewoman had the two very drunk. Hungrily, she got them both onto her lap as she ran her hands under their body socks. Mara had helpfully cast off her robe and leathers as she got hot and lay back against her topless.

"Oh you sweet girls have big girl bodies mmmm." She rubbed her face into the bountiful breasts.

"Yes, lick us here." Mara said rolling back and opening her legs.

"MMmm yes my favorite." She got over her and pulled off Mara's pants.

Behind her Ein struggled out of her clothes. Drunkenly, she draped herself over the noblewoman's back as she licked and slurped Mara.

The noblewoman groaned feeling the girl's hands caressing all around her. Ein's fingers and hands caressed her loins and bosom with the shared mind of Mara's extensive knowledge and experience.

"You girls are so sweet." The noble woman groaned under the carnal massage.

"Yes... cum for us..." Mara and Ein said in soft unison.

"Uuhh You girls... You girls are good..." The noble woman's tongue slowed as her mind swelled in the warmth and pleasure.

"We know what you want..." They replied.

"Ya... You sure... You YOU Aaahhh... Ah ah ah aaaa." The noble woman struggled into a climax and surrendered to it.

Together they push/pulled her up onto her knees between them. "Now let us lick you." 

Ein pulled away her dress exposing her curvy painted body. The noblewoman's broad hips, shoulders, and thighs were decorated in pirate references. Women stood in the rigging staring out at the horizon across her ribs, or stood over her belly button in conquest, Mermaids poked out furtively from between her thighs, across her back defeated wretched looking men bemoaned their fate under the whips of Wave Mistresses.

"Aaahhh?" She muttered feeling Ein's small hands reach around and caress her breasts as she leaned back into her.

Mara got in between her thighs and licked diligently sucking onto the flowing softness. She nibbled and sucked on the woman's bud pulling it out from its hood into the maelstrom of her mouth.

"Oh wow!" The noblewoman moaned trying to lift herself of Mara's mouth. Her sensitive parts were in the pleasure too intensely.

They noticed her pain and paused. "We'll try this..." They said cryptically.

The noblewoman felt Ein pull her onto her back over her to lay flat on the couch. Mara stayed between her legs and gave her a look of smug mastery that scared her.

"What are you...?" She asked feeling something push into her. Mara shushed her as she moved in tighter. Her cock was starting out at only an average size of five inches since the tight noblewoman was a pure Sapphic lesbian who abhorred penetration. 

Ordinarily Gerris would be repulsed but the corner of her mind that wanted dominance and refused to be taken was too satiated, too buzzed by the warmth. Her thoughts of disgusted abhorrence to penetration were muffled and confused by the seductive pair.

The musk of the aroused women kept the noblewoman's dizzy mind sensitive and receptive to them. Ordinarily her kink pushed her to penetrate others, and only to help them climax, unless some kind of punishment or domination was necessary. The feel of their long hair, the knowledgeable soft mouth and its smooth cheeks, the soft feminine skin under her hands, being under the weight of soft breasts, and feeling the hot cock slide into her. In the back of her mind, the feelings and sensations rang with something instinctive. 

"Drink of us..." They softly urged. 

Ein shifted and sat across her face and held herself over the supine blonde waiting for her tongue. The noblewoman's Sapphic urges were placated drinking in the Ein's carnal slurry. Under her, Mara pushed in deeper and stretched her body in new ways. Womanly thrills tingled her loins as her body reacted instinctively. 

She felt the pleasure growing and exploded. Ein's pussy gushed over her almost sympathetically as she screamed into it. Inside her, Mara's phallus anchored deep and a spurt, then a stream of heat spewed into her.

"Take from us..." They groaned pressing themselves to her.

For the first, time her body felt the impulse to open itself and accept the offering of its mate. She also felt the immediate urge to curl into herself and sleep. The warmth she had received was at the top of her mind as she slumbered peacefully.

Under the earth outside the palace, Kaarthen giggled quietly as she and Rinis polished the statues with Sister Dellin. Mara reacted instinctively when she wielded that cock of hers. She would allow Mara to keep her cock and have it retract in the form of her clitoris like her Sisters. Kaarthen felt her pleasure in her gentle subjugation and domination of the woman. As a six hundred year old former vampire sex slave she knew what to do to make the fully Sapphic lesbian whimper need fully for her cock. The new experience had lit a fire in the sex slave. She would have to be careful or Mara would become like Marcos, and fuck first and ask names later.

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Marcos went down the hall and found the Queen with Kaarthen and her girls drinking tea. 

Marcos walked over to Mara noting the smell of brandy in the room and the women's red eyes and blustery cheeks. "Here eat this." He said offering the hair to his little fuckpet.

"You building a one woman harem Marcos?" Kaarthen asked. Beside her, the Queen sat up wondering what she meant.

"I travel a lot." He said dismissively. "Besides that's only the second one."

"We're watching you." Kaarthen said drunkenly and fell back passed out next to the Queen.

"Can you do it on your own?" Marcos asked Mara ignoring them.

The Queen perked up again. "Do what?" 

Mara stood. "This." She dropped her clothes and stood unabashedly naked after changing into darkly tanned, robust, massively breasted, dark haired, and voluptous Duchess Clarin Perstavy. She studied her new body in wonder as Marcos inspected her behind.

The Queen looked amazed at the transformation. "That's amazing! That's how you got into the palace that night?"

"Mmmhhmmm." Marcos muttered fumbling around whipping out his cock.

Mara dropped to it quickly and used her tongue to lift and gobble it. She tasted the other woman on him and continued even more frenzied relishing the mixed tastes of both their cum. After a moment, Mara was bobbing quickly using her own style to augment the Duchess' more capable body. Marcos felt the difference sliding into her throat from Mara's body and the one she wore now. The Duchess was bigger bodied and her throat was wider for him and her tongue was slightly more coarse, wider, and longer.

"Bend over Mara." He commanded.

"Yes, Master." She said turning and dropping to all fours.

Marcos shuffled behind her looked over to the Queen who was shifting around trying not to be obvious as she tried to masturbate. "Kaarthen's right next to you." He said with a grin making her blush.

He lined up and pushed slowly into the Duchess' pillowy ass. Mara's additional experience made the ride a dream just as he imagined. Her ass clenched him as he buggered her and he barely had to move as she tilted and worked her hips. Finally, she undulated in a quickening fashion that Marcos hadn't felt before. Her tight ass seemed to spin on his cock as it raised and lowered chaotically.

Finally, he reached up to her shoulders and spewed into her. Mara leaned down and accepted the warmth and let it trickle deeper into herself.

"Wow that was..." The Queen said leaning forward and creeping off the couch toward him.

"Mom!?" The prince called entering the room.

The Queen shot up and moved around the couches and end-tables to intercept him as Marcos popped over to a couch facing away from the prince. "Hello! Aaa...honey. Did you want me to watch you with the horses?" 

"Yes, please." The prince practically beamed. "What happed to Aunt Clarin?" He asked looking over her shoulder.

"...Nothing to worry about...she's just tired." The Queen said stumbling for something to say. "She's...just sleeping."

"Oh. Well come on." He said grabbing her and pulling her from the room.

Marcos noted with a smile how he handled her ass.

Turning back, Marcos got hard looking at Kaarthen sprawled out. Her legs were splayed with one up on the lounge's arm and she had fallen over onto her side. The palace had found clothes for her and she wore a short linen dress that seemed like a shift on her tall busty frame. On the sides, her high pale breasts swelled out the armholes searching for release.

"Hmm maybe one more." Marcos eased over and plucked a single white hair from Kaarthen before offering it to Mara.

She took it and smiled as she swallowed it.

Marcos dropped down into Kaarthen's unwitting presence and hoisted her long pale legs to his shoulders. Her short dress fell away and flipped up to uncover her. Her hairless crotch was shinier than usual. Its contrasting purplish grey lips opened and pouted to him.

With a smile, he shoved into her just as the wetness drooled out. His wet cock did some of its own lubricating as it sunk into her. With a start, she opened her eyes. Marcos smiled at her

"Hey." Kaarthen said clearing her throat squirming only slightly to get comfortable.

"Why, hello." He replied thrusting into her gently. 

The heavy weight of breasts pressed to his back surprised him.

Kaarthen's doppelganger Mara moved over. Unlike the others, this version wasn't her twin at all.

Without the magic of the Priestess ensuring an Amazon like appearance, Mara looked like a Drow, which wasn't a surprise. Kaarthen's almost transparently pale skin did little to hid the dark flesh underneath. In the absence of sufficient light, her pale skin failed to reflect and Kaarthen looked like a drow anyway sometimes. 

Mara stood identical to Kaarthen in form, with the same incredible curves of muscles, Half elfish ears, and wide hips, but her breasts sat slightly lower and flatter without milk and her skin was completely black. Her eyes told the truth and were the pale blue of Mara's real body. Her hair was also different, though similarly white, it fell freely since Mara hadn't braided it as Kaarthen had started doing recently.

"Sexy." Marcos noted and turned back to Kaarthen.

Marcos shoved into Kaarthen harder while looking back and forth between the two ladies. His hands tested Mara's parts. He found her asshole was wet from his last spending.

Kaarthen pulled herself up and offered him a teat while pulling him in and wrapping her legs around him tighter. Mara drank from the other breast and pressed into Marcos from behind to help her along.

They clung together tightly rocking and squirming together like an odd three headed beast. The room creaked around them and the smell of brandy was everywhere. After several minutes, a grunt from Marcos in the middle of the tangle signified his release as he shot deeply in to Kaarthen.

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Over the next few days, reports were made and sent off. Marcos purged a majority of the staff at the ambassador's residence. The women Kaarthen rescued were sex slaves bought from various pirates and slavers. Seventeen women were found in the room. Few of the women could leave. Only three women knew where they were and where they were from. Kaarthen arranged for escort and got them out safely. Most of the other women were too messed up to function on their own immediately. 

They were all very quiet and never spoke. They were all very skinny and pale. Most had dark hair and haunted expressions. Some covered their eyes in their hair and shut out the world. Kaarthen worried most because they seemed to have no problem reverting to sex and submitted at the drop of a hat. They fidgeted around men and lingered in their company. Marcos seemed to think nothing was wrong with the squirmy submissive women. If anything, he encourage the little 'cum hoarders' to eat.




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Various problems developed dealing with the women and helping them heal. Kaarthen had to refer to Mara to understand. The women were very deferential to men as a result of their long captivity. They quietly submitted and offered themselves if a man even looked at them with desire. Mara explained a vast shift in priorities from their ordeal that led the women to associate sex, cocks, and cum with security, warmth, and food.

As a result, the women had to be cared for and directed by a firm hand that would protect them from the unwitting, or outright manipulative people in the palace. Marcos was more than accepting of the idea of bringing them to Mavvus. He knew a house that could take them, give them a job, and keep them protected. 

Kaarthen knew he would send them to a brothel where they could be as free as they wanted. She also knew he was going to use them for more of his plots once there. Nevertheless, she was glad that his women would be able to protect them in Mavvus at the very least. One redeeming quality about Marcos is his approach to security. Despite being a complete and unapologetic misogynist, the exotic women he bred were trained and educated to be some of the smartest and deadliest creatures to walk under the sun. 

Kaarthen was happy using a ship to get back to Menthino. She understood traveling with the large group would be too difficult. Every stop would become a nightmare of head counts, and sleepless nights wondering if one of the more active women had snuck out to feed an urge. 

After another week, Marcos and his group finally left. Arrangements for Partez Rocert were made through the Senate in a series of unanimous votes orchestrated by the newly empowered Queen. The Senate and the Queen needed a political target and scapegoat and he was it. After the death count from 'the guild house purge' and the 'palace massacre' various heads of noble families and several nobles of high standing were missing. In order for Sellis to keep the satellite cities placated, his punishments had to be known in every corner of the realm, and leave know doubt of where all the troubles came from. 

Reports came in on his movements as he made his way to the city. He fully expected to have the nobles in his hand, the guild at his back, and the Queen entangled in an awkward position. He was going to enter the city as the prodigal son of a failed embarrassment. Marcos laughed at the surprise he would get. The Queen had already picked the horse to drag him.

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The Champion's Companion Ch. 16



Marcos and the girls took a carriage. The slave girls rode with Kaarthen in a wagon behind them. The ship they had chartered for the voyage was a caravel. A long slender ship with a single deck, and a raised half and quarterdeck in the front and rear. The heavy assault infantry detail would also be riding with them back to Pessilberg. After the voyage, Marcos would arrange for a ship up the canal to Mavvus.

Marcos and the women finally stood upon the dock of the harbor. The great adventure into Sellis was finally drawing to close.

"We're packed and prepared correct?" Marcos asked the ship's quartermaster.

The man replied curtly. "Yes sir, the ship is manifested and will cast off after our arrival."

Marcos stayed in the rear of the ship after they boarded. Kaarthen and her angels tried to help the ships officers keep discipline by separating the crew from the women.

For all her worrying and constant head counts, a man could just simply pull one away wordlessly by grabbing a wrist and they would meekly follow. Like Mara, they quickly pounced if they saw an exposed, or unattended cock anywhere. Unlike Mara it wasn't likely or possible for them to be physically drained from the women's attentions.

The men weren't mean, or rough with the girls. It was only too easy to bring one to a dark corner on the ship and push their hard cocks into their soft bodies. Any hole the girls took one in, they greedily worked it until it made its offering before they let go or got off. Men quickly found that the girls were wet at every end and ready as soon as they were.

At any given time, two girls were also secreted away in the heavy assault infantry's sleeping bay. The room quickly became the wilily women's secretly coveted place. The huge men were found to be huge everywhere. The soldiers were only too happy to liberally feed them the amounts of cum they desired since they didn't have duties on ship.

They shoved their massive, thick, meaty cocks into the women and rutted for hours it seemed. No woman said no when a huge cock was on the line and they frequently were hauled out by Kaarthen, or Ein shivering wild eyed and dripping lines of cum. The women usually never fought, but usually they had to be dragged out.

On her many searches for the elusive 'cum hoarders', Kaarthen noticed the robed figure of 'the Colonel' shrouded in a black robe and huddle in the very front of the room. Marcos said nothing about it to answer her questions as he stayed quietly in the rear of the ship similarly huddled in blankets found from the bed. 

The more than week long journey tested Kaarthen's patience with nearly everyone. She became the caregiver for a petulant Marcos who refused to leave the back of the ship. She became the ship's hated woman herder. She had to duel constantly with a fast learning Mara who was intent on fucking all the women herself. She also had to become the entertainer for Ein who seemed much more interested in what the ship's crew was doing. Only Rinis stayed out of the way, as she usually sat across from Marcos staring intently at his many interesting faces of distress.

Finally, they finished their journey and came to Pessilberg, the home Menthino's Heavy Assault Infantry. The sun was up and coming to just past noon when they approached the busy port city. Triangular sails of white, red, and blue were everywhere. Square rigged vessels of many other designs swirled around them in a dazzling variety sizes and styles. The sails of the vessels were sometimes unadorned. Other times sigils, or simple stripes were used to mark or decorate ships of merchant or transport fleets.

The shape of the city was a wide deep water bay that surrounded a rocky central island. The island connected to a lighthouse and a man made wave break protecting the harbors further in. The narrow gap the ship headed for was almost directly under the island's massive fortress.

Instead of one castle, the fortification was a warren of massive whitish grey towers connected to each other in dozens of thick walkways that hung through the air. The number of windows facing them from all of the towers was innumerable.

The distances were short between the towers but the gaps still created an illusion that one could easily miss firing on the castle. Their ship floated under and around the defensive structure to a dwarfed landing for ships. Several other boats of fast sleek designs for the canal were chained at the ready along a few nearby quays. Along other docks large wooden ships of war were moored and being tended by antlike sailors prepping them for their tour.

After Kaarthen had caught her for the last time when making her rounds, Mara found herself sitting with Marcos waiting for them to get to the dock. 

Looking closer at the tall lean man she'd been serving for several months she noticed his more reticent demeanor and huddled posture. "What's wrong Master? This place is of your lands correct?"

"Yes Mara, but a witch lives here." Marcos said quietly pulling tighter into himself.

Mara looked around wide-eyed. "A witch, Master?"

Kaarthen's interest was peaked and she too came over to find out what was happening. She saw just as Mara did earlier that he was more uneasy and taciturn then usual. "What is your problem Marcos? The Sage of Pessilberg scares you?"

"Only you women call her that." He huffed at the white haired Amazon. "We have other more realistic names for her." Marcos pouted. 

The boat was unloaded, the Heavy Assault left smiling and hugging the jittery grabby women, 'the Colonel' who stayed at the other end of the ship came out and off loaded and scurried under the sun to a covered carriage.

"I want to be on our way immediately!" He said standing to shout at the crew. Oddly, Marcos detailed a few men to stay and insure no one came up the quayside to disturb them. The ploy didn't work as he intended. A few moments before the ship was unpacked and Marcos could get the large group away, a guard sheepishly appeared before him and pointed back at a short carriage.

"Compliments from the Admiralty and the governor, your Lordship. The Mistress Admiral of yellow and the Cloud Seer request the privilege of..."

Marcos caught the large man with a wild left hook that to his credit only dropped him to his hands and knees.

"FUCK! I told you! I fucking told you! Damn it. Get away from me." Marcos ranted at him before finally catching himself. 

Marcos wearily moved forward with Kaarthen at his side to the end of the dock where the tiny two wheel carriage was waiting. After boarding and arranging for a boat to transfer the others to a canal ready ship and wait for them, they sped off.

The ride was short and brought them to the nearest tower of the labyrinth. Inside, Marcos dismissed the servant who still traveled with them and led Kaarthen up and across the tower.

"Each tower has a role in this navy." Marcos said once they crossed a sky bridge into a noticeably yellow accented room. "Small fleets are detailed for home protection by various small commands. The other commands have their own fleets, bases, and supply chains. They are tasked with areas of responsibility in zones like the Western among the rich colony islands, Southern along our coast, Eastern on the far side of the world."

"Menthino is a sea power?" Kaarthen asked.

"Not compared to Dar Delis with its unofficial armada of pirate fleets, or some other western island cities that also maintain various profitable colonies."

Kaarthen considered this bit, and looked at her companion again. "So what about the colors?"

"Yellow is the Admiral of the South. The Cloud seer is a little heathen who asks bones, and little Dark Mother statues for aid in making good weather. Like I said earlier, as the only god with dominion of this world, Dark Mother controls it all. Despite her theater tricks, unintelligible chants, and weird appearance, the cloud seer is only kept around to show complaining fishermen with complaints that frankly we aren't responsible for it every time some drunk gets blown away in a storm."

Kaarthen chuckled for the first time in a week. "Oh, which one is the one that scares you?"

Marcos gave the Amazon a raw look. "The damn 'Mistress Admiral' She's eight hundred fucking years old. I can't..." Marcos paused closed his eyes and exhaled. "She is disconcerting." He said finally.

"Hmm." Kaarthen mumbled unsatisfied.

After a few turns along within the tower they stood in front of an imposing set of bronze and wood doors. Marcos paused looking at them. Kaarthen could see rage, anger, and several other emotions wrangle across his face.

"She'll probably just talk to you. I think...umm...don't worry...Let's just get this shit over with." Macros said and pulled open the doors.

The room beyond was an oddly cold but comfortable circular room. The interior was kept open, naked gray stone and yellow marble made up the floor and walls. Along the back and around the sides of the room dark curtains were hung. The center of the floor had a few pillows around a naked fire pit. Before them, the fire burned slowly with incense rising and two women sat in the middle of the circular room.

The woman directly opposite them across the fire sat tall with her shoulders and back straight. An old Amazon's white hair and slightly wrinkled pale skin were visible. Clear grey eyes regarded them both intelligently, with a slightly amused look for Marcos. Sitting cross-legged, her body was shrouded by a voluminous yellow cloak over a brown leather dress with a stiff armored bodice. Gold jewelry circled her wrist, shoulders, and neck.

Next to her on their right was a tiny, withered, gibbering, woman who perhaps stood as tall as the Amazon sitting down. She wore a grayed shift with clumps of leather pouches and odd trinkets hanging around her neck and waist. Her hair was white and bushy with age. She hefted her walking stick around waving her arms and stomping her feet, and continued to chant into the fire ignoring them.

Kaarthen could feel the flow of magic from them both she realized. The smaller woman's was wobbly and infrequent. She tried to look but at it with the Goddess but an external force interrupted her as she tried to slide her mind over. The feeling of a strong hand pulled the vision away. The movement had come from the quiet woman in back who looked at Kaarthen oddly then smiled smugly. 

Kaarthen stopped and stared at her incensed. Not used to feeling resistance, Kaarthen pushed blindly without her vision into the force. Then past it, into the smug woman.

"If you don't want to go in I understand." Said Marcos from behind her. He used her body as a shield during her invisible struggle he couldn't feel.

The woman Kaarthen was targeting was starting to sweat. All Kaarthen could feel was cold. She felt as the goddess felt. The amount of power she wielded was insignificant, but perhaps too much. The woman struggled to slide against the energies sweeping and lashing against her. She used experience Kaarthen never had, and only defended herself with deflecting rubs as the twisting tendrils of power Kaarthen directed arced and snapped toward her. Like Marcos, she was only redirecting the brute force instead of contesting it.

Between them, the tiny woman had been knocked cold when a particularly powerful line of force swept through her unprotected mind as she had been working with flows unwitting of the struggle. The woman looked up at her Kaarthen with desperation. Streaks of sweat were covering her now. 

"Enough." She said weakly and tried to grasp control and arrest Kaarthen's whipping lines of energy and fields of force.

Kaarthen stepped in pushing her bewildering offense into overdrive. She borrowed the styles and techniques Marcos had trained her in with martial arts. They didn't lend themselves directly but still the woman could only scramble figuratively in the invisible struggle as Kaarthen turned the weight of the world onto her.

A bemused Goddess stepped in finally and Kaarthen felt it as her vision came in and she saw the blind messy attempts she had been making. Without any ability to stop the goddess, Kaarthen lowered her massive energetic attacks. The Goddess then easily demonstrated a simple nullification on the woman and she collapsed.

"I see. That was amazing." The woman said easing up from her crumpled position. "Please enter."

Kaarthen was now in a position of control and continued to watch what was before her through the Goddess. She entered and sat across from the women. Behind her, Marcos continued behind her and sat only slightly to the side. "That is gracious of you."

The woman nodded to her. "You carry the goddess' essence. The goddess has blessed you in beauty and form also. I'm honored to meet you. Indeed after all my time you were able to push me aside."

Kaarthen smirked. "I had help. Please mistress admiral, don't feel supplanted."

"You're free to use my name, Janis Vixtorioxx." The woman said bowing her head.

Kaarthen was surprised. The woman was a Sister was a legend, 'Janis the Victorious' the 'battlefield bleeder', she had dozens of names from many dozens of stories. Stories mixed around whether she was an unlucky Huntress who constantly fought slavers and always came out on top, or a particularly excellent Warrioress with a knack for finding trouble. Her name was larger than any regional hero of the Sisterhood. Enclaves the world over knew her name. In Dar Delis, a statue of her stood in challenge all over the island protecting temples and purity sites. Stories of her alone or in groups subjugating men and fighting people and things in amazing battles were told as bed times stories to Kaarthen and countless other girls in the enclaves. She was one of the few Sisters whose greatness no one debated, ever. 

Kaarthen considered the possible reasons a legendary Sister would be still alive and living quietly here in Menthino as a state sponsored 'Wave Mistress' tormenting Marcos.

"I... I am frankly surprised to find you here." Kaarthen said.

"Of course. I became the Priestess for the Dark Mother. My name spreads her glory." Janis said leaning back with a proud smile. "I assist Marcos in spreading the Dark Mother's gospel, but I use this position for a much less local effect."

Kaarthen nodded. "How generous of you. I was curious about that since Marcos rarely left this country, or talked to people."

"Yes, that's part of his shortcomings. " Behind Kaarthen, Marcos cleared his throat. "His focus has always been death and sex. Both are important, but just those two are not our Goddess' complete manifestation. It's not his fault. He is an excellent killer and efficiently spreads himself around onto anything nearby that sits still long enough." She finished almost disgusted looking past her at Marcos who must have been staring back from behind her. 

Kaarthen could tell the two had differing opinions on how the Dark Mother much less the aspects of fertility, and femininity were to be worshipped. 

"It was a long time ago when I was given responsibilities to watch over Marcos." Janis continued as though nothing was amiss. "However, I embody femininity and at times fertility."

Kaarthen turned to glance at Marcos who sat defiant. "I see."

"While you are here I was to teach you more of magic. You use sight but without it you can be... heavy handed." Janis paused to massage the back of her neck. "I wish you would stay and learn here with me."

"Say no." Marcos hissed from behind her.

"I am a Companion, I cannot." Kaarthen said slowly.

Janis nodded thoughtfully as if she fully expected that answer. "Then I shall have to accompany you." Marcos choked and beat that floor with a fist. "It will only be for a short time. You already are quite powerful from frequent use. Most people never see the magic they wield as you do. Usually they start by feeling it. Depending on the vision you have been blessed with, was a weakness. With training, a new style of magic emanation simply by feel alone would assist you and those three you have bound to yourself."

Kaarthen considered it. "I would be honored."

They closed the meeting and left the Ambassador and her sleeping cloud seer. Winding down they exited after retracing their steps. The short carriage ripped along and carried them back to the docks. This time a shorter sleeker canal boat waited for them.

The vessel was two-dozen yards long, flat decked, and had a single mast. The women sat along across the benches with Kaarthen's angels. As they waited for the Ambassador, Kaarthen was pleased to note the ship's crew was dressed and so far seemed unmolested.

Janis came after a few moments with the tiny woman. The ship's crew took and stored her luggage. The pygmy carried a tied bundle around her shoulders and the gnarled wooden walking stick. 

Before boarding the ship, Janis introduced the small woman. "This is Saucrem. She comes from the wild islands far to the west." She paused and bent to listen to Saucrem's banter. Ein seemed to really get a kick out of the two's act. "She tells me we shall have good weather for our journey." 

The two entered as the boat cast off. Ein came forward with Kaarthen looking closer at them. Ein seemed to be fascinated in particular with the tiny woman and marveled at being taller then someone.

Janis spoke to Kaarthen as they crossed the bay. "Like Marcos, I have my own habits I have gotten stuck into. I will try to work with you and educate you as well as I can."

Janis taught her the uses of the energies of the earth, the power of the energies that only effect metal, and the weight of energy that came from overhead. The two spoke and worked bending the many lines of force. 

The style of using the various energies was inelegant and more intuitive than simply manipulating the language, deconstructing, and reconstructing what they wanted from things. Mara joined her, happy to learn how to control more of the magic she felt. Without the advantages Kaarthen had to see what was happening, she learned a more effective style for herself and practiced as Janis instructed. Ein also tried it since she was in the conversation. She also added to the lessons what she had learned from Marcos' library about the nature of things. The revelations helped them all as they sorted out the elemental nature of the energy, and objects around them.

Kaarthen used the energies blindly by touch around them. She and Mara melded and pushed energy out finding fish around them, extended themselves out and slapped the water's surface miles away, and exploded the odd forgotten objects they found far below in the water.

Marcos sat far behind them and Kaarthen smiled inwardly as she felt him clumsily mimic them. He was quite powerful from his age. Like most of the immortals he railed against, he never expanded from his comfort zone into magic, despite the time and opportunity.

By that night, Marcos stopped the ship and had it pull up to a canal maintenance town. They were able to get rooms for everyone. Rinis became the puppetmaster for the troublesome simpering women. Marcos, Kaarthen, Mara, Ein, Janis, and Saucrem went down to the serving area and Marcos grinned evilly and bought every female in the serving area drinks. Kaarthen wasn't surprised to see him give nearby women headaches trying to wordlessly mind control them. 

Finally, he refined his technique successfully and disappeared going to the stables with his thrall.

"You see? Predictable." Janis indicated Marcos who wordlessly led out the girl. "He snared one, but it wasn't what he thought." She said with a dry chuckle. "I hope no one gets hurt."

Outside Marcos tugged the girl over to a haystack.

"I got a secret big boy." She said turning to him.

Marcos pushed her down without even getting privacy. "Ya we all do. Here suck on this." He said pushing his cock in her mouth. "You like that?"




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She bobbed quickly several times, and after wetting it, she started to really get in to it and stroke it twisting her lips and bringing up her hand to his balls. Her tongue flickered along his head following him as she bobbed over him.

She pulled off him smiled. "Ya big boy, you like how--" She asked before Marcos roughly grabbed her head and jammed his cock back into her mouth.

Marcos roughly fucked her face. "Shut up and keep sucking." A stable boy came up and frantically started stroking himself. His balls were huge and pulsed. His cock was also similarly stimulated as it drooled and twitched. The shape of it was very long with a huge knobbed head. 

Marcos figured he wasn't paying so why not let the man get some too. "Here, rollover. Get on your knees."

"I'm not fucking him too unless you pay me!" She said foolishly trying to balk.

"Shut up." Marcos said and toppled her over before raising her hips. Under the skirts she wore, he found a tiny hairless girl cock and a tiny puckered little hole. There were no balls, but, there was no pussy either. When he paused confused, he was pushed aside by the stable boy.

The girl panicked as the stable boy mounted her dry back hole with his drooling cock. "uh...uh...Earil its me you gotta stop."

"No way Rio, I got your secret. You're working for me now." The stable boy said fucking her until his cock got into her fully. Under him, the girl groaned as he swirled his hips tightly in circles in her hole. Unsurprisingly, he came after only a minute and pulled out. "If you don't want the town knowing about this you'll suck it right here, right now." 

"Ah C'mon." Rio said getting up and turning to get onto his cock. "We can make some--"

'Earil' shoved his cock down her throat gagging her. He backed off for her to breath then fucked her face deeply as she kept her mouth open for him. His cock slid around easily and slathered on the thick spit from her throat. "There you go use your face." He muttered. Already, his cock was rock hard again.

"Well, maybe I should go..." Marcos said dumbly and walked off confused.

Behind him, the stable boy had turned his bitch around and was rocking deeply into her ass again. Walking into the inn, Marcos was treated to Janis' haughty look of smugness. 

"Hey Marcos, how was it?" She asked.

Marcos forced a grin and walked over to clap her on the back. "Sometimes I feel like an Amazon would be more satisfying." He said cryptically. A slight tug on her hair made her look at him as he walked away whistling.

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"I want you to go into that inn over there. Something is happening just for you." Janis said.

Kaarthen looked over at the inn in question. The building was similar to all the others. Timber framed with plaster walls. It was three stories tall and had a stable attached to the back. Surrounding it was an open area of dry dirt and a cobbled street in front that passed by coming from town and led further away from the canal into the pastures and trees.

Kaarthen protested. "This is only the second stop, we still got a few more. Marcos will be pissed at being delayed."

"Marcos needs time to practice subjugating women into his bed." Janis almost chuckled. "Just go in there and wait. Marcos and the crew will all be happy to wait for you here."

She gestured over to Ein, Saucrem, and Rinis who only had four of the shifty women down and dressed for breakfast. The crew had learned from Marcos how the quiet group of leering women were easily, quickly, and quietly able to be used for their sexual relief. Somewhere upstairs, Mara, Marcos, ten sex fiends, and their ship's crewmen were having an epic orgy. 

Kaarthen shrugged, "Okay fine. What's going to happen?" 

"You'll help someone who can't help themselves." Janis said cryptically

Kaarthen stood, armed up, and walked over to the inn across the road. At six and half feet tall, with heavily muscular proportions, white braided hair, full dark lips, and pale skin with odd dark under tones in the shadows she was impressive and exotic in the city full of small, tan, dark haired southern women. Her attractive though oversized curvy figure, weapon, and shiny elegant jewelry, stopped most people from noticing her eyes had no whites, just two black voids with floating discs of quicksilver vertically slit like cat.

Her overripe breasts the size of a man's head threatened to come out of her open sided knee length black robe. The robe's light silky shell hid within it armor padding, poisoned daggers, and throwing darts. The split in the front showed some of the deep cleavage of her rounded lactating udders. Under her robe, she wore thigh high soft leather black boots and a loincloth. The shiny jewelry of her rings, bracelet, hip chain, and necklace flashed in the light. Though her luminous pale skin took away some of their shine. 

Despite openly carrying Lourndai the elven heavy weapon, she garnered plenty of lustful stares from men and women as she walked through and pushed open the door to the inn. She took a seat alone in back watching the door in the emptying serving room and set the pole arm along the wall behind her. Most travelers were leaving after finishing breakfast to be on their way. 

After two servings of honeyed mead, she was unsure what Janis wanted her to do and was probing Rinis and Ein mentally to find her and make sure Marcos wasn't raping her in a pile of hot ashes.

A hysterical burst of sobbing outside erupted and got closer until the door to the inn was thrown open. Kaarthen studied what got her attention.

A slip of a tan, small shouldered and breasted girl, with a tiny waist, and slender limbs stood crying pitifully in her grayed linen dress. Kaarthen guessed her to be maybe over twenty. She was marrying age but not by much. The girl seemed to lock onto Kaarthen after a moment and ran up to her.

"Please you must help me! I need a Warrioress." The girl pleaded to Kaarthen.

"I'm not..." Kaarthen stopped talking looking into the girl's eyes. In them, she saw treachery that belied the pitiful weak appearance. 

Not many others would've noticed it. However, Kaarthen's mind housed a bored lovesick deity who saw people and things in their most basic definitions as written in the hand of the gods. Therefore, she saw this girl, her motivations, and her thoughts as clear as water. 

Kaarthen played into the ruse and put her hard hands on the girl's tiny trembling shoulders. "Where do you need me?" She asked purposefully.

"My name is Aimili. My family farms the pastures at the end of the road. Bandits attacked and have taken our homestead." The girl pulled on her and tried to tug her out the door.

Kaarthen followed her out. Outside Ein, sat bemused with Saucrem the tiny pygmy 'Cloud Seer' on a spread blanket selling prophesies and weather predictions. A few curious people stood and listened to them in the early morning, and Ein expected more as the day wore on.

Kaarthen turned back and consoled Aimili. "Has no one else gone?" She asked, but could already guess. Aimili only cried louder.

"That way, please, you must help." Aimili stopped at the edge of the building and pointed her way down a shaded farm road bordered by under growth and hedgerows. "Please go my family is still trapped."

Kaarthen walked where she pointed. Mentally, she had Ein go and follow the girl. Rinis and her crowd of 'cum hoarders' would help Saucrem gibber away the future and perhaps even attract business for her. She hoped it would keep the squirrelly women busy and not fucking whatever they found in the street. Aimili however, would die with the rest of the bandits if things were as bad as she thought.

Walking along the road her senses reached out for people and found the clever ambush easily before she triggered it. She paused on the road and found the location of the house from a man's surface thoughts as he mused about getting one of the women they had captured already onto her knees before him in the house.

She continued forward after gleaning the location, and walked until seven men came running out with a whoop. Their weapons were simple tools like axes and knives. Only one had a decent sword and he came in first. An eighth man had a net but Kaarthen threw a dart in his neck and dropped him just as he wound up to throw from the edge of the trees. She actuated Lourndai, the seven and a half foot iron black heavy weapon materialized into her raised hand. She grinned at the approaching men and twirled it in her fingers overhead.

As the group closed in, Kaarthen whirled Lourndai and extended it several inches deceptively. Behind the blade, a metal shaft three feet long stretched to three and a half. The blade itself was a two and a half foot, finger thick, S curved blade a hand's width wide that was magic imbued for sharpness and weight reduction. In Kaarthen's hand was the only 'real' part of the weapon, a two-foot long section of aged worked wood with spells in elven and human carved into it. 

The swordsman stepped and blocked the heavy magical weapon with his mundane weapon, but Lourndai continued cutting through in its sweep without pause. He barely registered the disaster he was in as Lourndai shaved through his sword before it severed his arms and deeply sliced his chest. 

Continuing the motion she swung Lourndai around overhead, Kaarthen continued to twirl the weapon but slowed and stopped noting the men kept their distance. Finally, one man got brave and danced in quickly. In a flash, he was impaled by her backhanded thrust before he even had a chance at swinging.

The other men got angry and promised her they would breed, and sodomize her painfully. 

"I got the dick right here boys." She smiled waving Lourndai at them, "Which hole you want it in?" 

She charged with a low thrust, and a high feint before sweeping down and caught two more men who had gotten tangled together trying to avoid her.

The last three men triangulated and stepped in at once. Kaarthen used Marcos' avoidance technique as she stepped out from between them and began sidestepping to block them into each other and slow them down. With the length of Lourndai giving her superior reach, it was easy to make quick thrusts and keep them back as she wheeled around keeping them stacked inline.

When one man out of the three stepped back, she turned the other two away with a feint and dashed upon the laggard. Her toes planted as she hacked down into the startled man. Lourndai pitilessly sliced him into two near equal parts. When she turned back, the remaining pair called her names likening her to an animal and insisted something was wrong with her rationality, intelligence, and judgment.

The one facing her on the left had a long dagger and the other had an axe. They discussed issues of manliness and how best the other should use their weapon for an initial attack. Both were angry and wanted blood but lacked a soldier's resolve when facing her. They both stumbled to be the second man to attack her in an awkward backwards race. Finally, she stepped in and squared up with the men, extended Lourndai almost four feet, and swept off both men's legs as they clowned around.

Stopping over the pair, she drew her poisoned obsidian dagger and inquired gently.

"I have a feeling, but tell me: does that girl, Aimili, work for you?"

The pale man on the left answered first. "Aye... Stable boys tell her when Warrioresses come to town."

She considered that, and asked another question. "How many have you caught?"

"Ffffour, but we just got one two days ago." He whimpered. 

Kaarthen bent and stabbed slowly into the man's left side. The rough obsidian blade painfully snapped off several jagged edges as designed, and as she pulled it out, the glass was reformed by the dirt around her.

Without a word, she killed off anyone else still alive. The mortal wounds she had given each of them were sped along by the purely magical poison in the blade. The Goddess squatting in the back of her mind made its contribution by collecting the souls of the men. Her waist chain jingled as eight more skulls were added. In her dark thoughts, she felt Ein move in and capture the slender girl as she rewarded a grunting stable boy in the stable behind the inn. 

Walking quietly off the road, she eventually came to the bushes at the edge of the property. The road she was following continued straight another one hundred and fifty yards then went to the right after passing the house to the barn. The house was a neglected two-story structure that had three windows across the front and two on the sides. Along the road, a neglected fence started at a random place and similarly ended just short of the house.

A man stood around outside guarding the farm by a cook fire between the house and the road. He was a pale heavy man in short pants. The bandits seemed to have shifts watching the road since the Warrioress were too dangerous to not be watched. The batch they had were tied by their knees and shoulders to the cross beams of the fence along the road in a hunched over sitting position with the top rail like a yoke over their shoulders. Their hands were tied along the rails out to their sides and their heads were pulled back by the hair keeping them looking up. 

Kaarthen counted only three Amazons until she noticed a Warrioress obscured by the fence getting raped by the cook fire close to the house. She was turned away on the ground and moaned as she was fucked from behind. The man behind her thrust roughly into her with a huge thick cock. His large rounded balls flopped into her loudly. Her already battered hole was swollen, frothy, and dripped the excesses from the many men she must have taken earlier. 

The man over her was older, tanned, slender, dirty, and did not have any pants on. She watched as the man stood, walked to the bound Warrioresses along the fence, and shoved himself deeply into one's mouth. As he plunged into her, and fucked her face and throat, the other much younger fatter man then the first got up and fucked the Warrioress still down on the ground.

The pudgy man's heavy sagging balls bounce and jostled as he shuffled onto her. His thick hard eight inch cock was shoved into her ass and he fucked her with full thrusts. Obviously, the Warrioress was previously used since he was able to find a greedy pace with ease. The sound of wet flesh slapping and the Warrioress' moans carried over to where Kaarthen was hidden. 

She watched as the bound Warrioress cringed and bucked in pain or orgasm after a few minutes.

"Oy, Georgi she's still lively." The chubby man called to his friend.

"Good!" 'Georgi' answered.

Behind them, a shirtless man came out of the house and walked to the fence. He walked behind a bound Warrioress and pulled out his long thick cock. It had to be nearly a foot long and his hand likely couldn't close around the girth. At first, the length flopped out over his hand. It hardened further until it pointed and drooled at the soft unprotected pussy before it. He petted her hole and felt her up idly with his other hand before preparing to mount.

"Morning, slut." He said shoving in brutally.

Compared to the other two he was frantic. He reached forward and pulled her mouth open with hooked fingers as he roughly pummeled into her. Her eyes opened and looked around frantically in shock as the man behind her fucked long and hard breaking into a visible sweat with his efforts. Around them, the other two men continued to fuck and sped up in their exuberance as they watched. With a groaning bellowing sound, the Amazon gave into an orgasm as he battered her trying to collapse the fence. After a few minutes, both of the other men simultaneously shouted and came into their women. The shirtless man wasn't too far behind and with a shout he gave over a final thrust and let spew into his tightly bound lover.

The shirtless man left his pants undone and came around to the breakfast fire. The fat man followed. The tanned man smeared himself happily onto the Warrioress' face before turning to the others.

Kaarthen felt detached coldness watching these unwitting men. Behind her, birds began chirping as they forgot about her. The noise would lull these men into feeling secure. Her senses felt several other people inside the house. After a moment, she understood eight other people were in the home, mostly women and children.

She thought of how Marcos stalked for some reason as she started creeping down low around the people toward the barn and the back of the house. She slowly moved successfully behind the men and women and came up to the back corner of the house after a long tiring crawl inches over the dirt. 

Noticing the house's back door, Kaarthen used a plow's handles to jam it and dug the plow into the ground to reinforce the block. She needed to control their movement and ensure no surprises came up behind her since she was alone. As she came back to her corner, she saw the men still focused on their cooking. The Warrioress on the ground had her eyes closed, but if she opened them, she would see her.

Kaarthen crept up slowly on the wall towards the men, and sprinted the last few paces hopping over the prone Warrioress. A sweep of Lourndai caught the first two and a thrust finished the shirtless man as he wormed away.

After stopping, she turned to the house. The door was similar to the back. It was thick all wood that opened out. Kaarthen found metal ladles from the cook fire and jammed the gap of the door, and the gap by the hinges. Returning to the fire, she ignored the bound women and fished out several burning sticks. They followed her with their eyes as much as they could silently as she went around the house catching various parts on fire. Finally, she backed up in the front and threw the sticks through the upper and lower story windows.

As the flames built slowly, she walked among the women and used the dagger to cut them loose. The ones on the fence simply crumpled into heaps noiselessly. The Warrioress on the ground merely fell flatter over the ground. Kaarthen knew since she was once similarly caught, that they were primarily embarrassed that a Sister had rescued them. Relative to that embarrassment, they were happy to be free of the embarrassment only slightly. They had likely resigned themselves to what was happening. 

Warrioresses are free to enjoy men and are the closest to regular society. Unlike Huntresses, no real stigmas are attached to failure, or such complete defeat. Other than having someone out there knowing you've been raped for several days, while tied like a piece of fuck meat on a fence, these women had nothing to worry about.

The fire had built up well now and puzzled shouts of alarm could be heard inside. Kaarthen found one Warrioress already starting to stand.

Kaarthen offered her the dagger. "Take this. They will be coming out soon."

Behind them, the people inside the burning house found the doors blocked and were frantic and getting loud. Kaarthen waited patiently and soon a window was broken. When she saw a head poke out of the billowing smoke smeared in black soot coughing wretchedly she moved in and sliced it off.

Screeches of true alarm were raised when the headless body fell back in. The scrambling people inside finally understood they were being killed. Kaarthen circled to several windows and dispatched several others before the smoke overcame the people inside.

Kaarthen returned to the women and found the woman she had spoken to earlier dead by her own hand. In between the thrust through her chest, and the poison, the Warrioress had died quickly and hopefully painlessly. 

The three other women stared blankly at her and the knife she clutched considering their own lives. In its corner of her mind, the Goddess mulled losing a follower over the benefit of their death. If the Goddess of death, fertility, and femininity came to some conclusion over suicide, it didn't tell Kaarthen. She stepped past the two pondering women interrupting their quiet thoughts and retrieved the blade. She was glad to be able to break the blade, instead of cleaning it, as she removed the dagger from her. 




The Champion's Companion Ch. 16



The women reverted to what they knew in the enclave. Kaarthen directed them like a matronly Shield Mistress. They washed themselves quickly with well water. Together, they moved the bodies outside into the burning house and silently watched it burn, mostly to honor their fallen Sister. 

The other three women followed her quietly back into town naked after she searched futilely for some thing to cover them. The three were all typical tall heavily muscular women similar to Kaarthen. Two were dark haired with few silvery grey streaks the other was mostly silvery grey. The light haired and one of the dark haired were older, wide hipped, thick limbed, and very heavy breasted. Their hips and thighs also jiggled more, though they were obviously still in excellent physical conditioning. Their extra weight was only for a show of fertility that Mother Nature used to entice horny fools like Marcos into trying to get into them. 

As she returned along the road with the women, Janis stood waiting for her. She raised a hand in greeting as she spotted them. "Bring them this way." Janis bid and led them to the back of the inn through an alley with a few piles of rubbish.

Janis entered and brought them into a closed dark sleep room. As the Warrioresses entered, they found Ein standing over the bound Aimili on her knees looking mildly bruised. Several hisses were heard as the women recognized the sight of the last person alive who had caused them such grief.

Janis spoke loudly to them trying to break into their deep dark thoughts. "I will go and get clothes. Whatever happened prior to finding yourselves here won't ever be spoken of." She said and disappeared. Ein released Aimili and gave her a kick sprawling her out before turning and following Janis.

The Warrioresses moved in closer intent on snuffing her quickly as the girl cried and struggled uselessly. However, Kaarthen moved in first, and got their attention. "I want to help you. She won't live whether you leave with her blood on your hands or not. However, the Goddess has decided she is not allowed to die a virgin." Kaarthen said looking at each of them and changed them to ensure the order would be carried out.

Aimili shrieked at her words and the silver haired Warrioress jumped in quickly to silence her. An odd feeling between her legs alerted her, and she looked down to see Kaarthen had blessed them with her words. The three looked between each other discovering giant menacing thick cocks the size of their forearms with fist-sized balls hanging loosely.

Far from freaked out, the trio gave them a cursory look as though they had expected exactly that to happen. "Oh? Now look at this." The younger woman said from in back.

Soundlessly, Aimili was bracketed by the silver haired and the younger women. Their eyes were cold and dark as they looked down at Aimili who looked obviously terrified. They were much larger than her both in height and weight. The girl who was twenty at best was younger then them too. The silver haired woman despite her excellent conditioning was nearly past the prime age for a normal woman.

She held Aimili tight and rubbed her cock onto the wet shaking girl and grew more and more demanding. The way she held her down on her knees kept her huge cock up across the cleavage of Aimili's dress as she hunched over her. Eventually the quest for more flesh to rub across drove her to strip Aimili, and tear her out of the dress. She even untied her, and let Aimili stand and prepare to run. The slender girl barely twenty summers barely reached the giant Amazon's shoulders. She would barely reach above Kaarthen's prodigious bust, and her slender for dwarfed her further.

When Aimili took a step to get away from them, a fist twice the size of both her hands caught her in the gut dropping her down to her knees. She was allowed to rise again, and kicked forward roughly only to be hooked in the face by another hard fist from the larger women. She tried to crawl away and one of the women stomped a hand as Aimili tried to scuttle past. The beating continued and accelerated until Aimili understood to stay still between the tall Amazons.

She looked up to plead with them, but her face was caught and brought forward to the cock of the silver haired Warrioress. Gripping her with both hands over the ears, the Warrioress rubbed her face over the cock roughly exploring the sensations.

The woman's hot meat touched, drooled, and rubbed over Aimili's hair and face. The skinny girl was forced to smell the musky scent of huge Amazon's giant hairless balls and cock as she was rubbed into them. Stupidly, the girl licked at it. The hands holding her froze as the Warrioress tried to understand the new feeling.

Looking over her shoulder, Kaarthen noticed that the third Amazon was staying in back and avoiding the action. Kaarthen investigated why the dark haired women didn't move over to the girl. The Warrioress was the bustier of the two dark haired Amazons and had wider hips, and a generally thicker padded frame of an active middle-aged woman. She stood crying and thumbing her cock as she watched her Sisters.

Kaarthen came to her side and took over using her hands on the woman's cock. "What makes you hurt?"

"I can't do this." She replied waving over to the two others who held the girls head between them as they quickly learned the urges of men.

"You don't want to hurt her?"

"No. I wanted to help people." She moaned.

Kaarthen leaned in and kissed her quickly. "Will you help me?" As she looked on in stunned surprise, Kaarthen walked her back until the Warrioress could sit up on a crate.

Finding herself positioned she gave in. "...Okay. If you need help." She replied sheepishly.

Kaarthen kneeled down over her. "Good. I want to help you too." Kaarthen quickly jumped in and took her in her mouth. The hot cock gushed pre-cum and throbbed as her mouth went around it.

The other two women mimicked her and penetrated the girl's mouth one at a time. It didn't take too long for the dark haired busty Warrioress to lose herself and start dancing frantically before she spurted over Kaarthen. Her cock spewed long gushes that went over her head and splattered two yards away. Each gout of sperm was more than most men's climax. Dazed, the woman grabbed at Kaarthen for more. Kaarthen pulled her up and had her stagger over to Aimili to fuck properly. Without instruction, she got her down onto her knees behind the girl. She was in a daze looking down at her cock pointing at the exposed rear of the slender girl.

Roughly, the hardened Warrioress punched, pulled, and beat the girl as she tried to undress her. The other two women watched with interest as the Warrioress pulled the girl back almost gently onto her cock. After only a moment, the girl screamed as her body was made to stretch onto the fist-sized head.

"Tough titties bitch." The black haired girl said lifted a foot to her head pushing her back onto the impaling rod.

The hot cock seared Aimili as it stretched her. The gush of its pre-cum couldn't even save her the pain as her dry pussy was used for the first time. Her body wracked with an involuntary orgasm over the huge cock trying to lubricate itself. 

Aimili's squeal of pained pleasure wasn't well received. "Oh? I think she likes it? This bitch likes it!"

The two women at her head started to pummel and slap her mercilessly as she tried to writhe and buck off of the invader. She couldn't pop herself off since her own tight pussy was locked tight around the tunneling organ. Her frantic motions only got everyone around her more excited. Soon she was being rammed from behind with the huge cock at a quick pace that burrowed more and more into her as the women fed off her pain. The cock wasn't even half way into her before Aimili pissed herself and passed out.

Relentlessly, the dark haired Warrioress behind her lunged into Aimili's tight pussy. She wanted to feel it all go in. And, she was rewarded when it finally did. The limp girl jerked up again in another climax that seemed much more intense as the hot cock meat slide home. 

The pain she felt was enough to wake her up and terrify her of being ripped apart. "Mercy! Mercy!" Aimili pleaded. 

Her cries were heartlessly silenced by the cockmeat looming over her. She was dragged onto one then the other as the women got horny and forced her face open. The two treated her as bad as they had endured. No quarter was given and they both enjoyed gagging and fucking her throat roughly. Several times the girl dry heaved and coughed even as the two pushed deeper.

Kaarthen walked around them urging their violent sex. "No mercy young one. You led almost three dozen sisters into the shackles of those beastly men." Around her, the women redoubled their efforts upon hearing of others who shared their fate. Kaarthen wasn't even sure the girl could hear her anymore. "No mercy. You will die used and despoiled. The Dark Mother herself will punish you in death and in all of your next lives. You will know the pain you have caused others in every cycle you crawl the under the sun."

The women continued ruthlessly slapping and gagging Aimili until the dark haired Warrioress fucking her bucked in tight, dropped low onto the girl's back squashing her breasts onto her, and climaxed again into the once virgin hole. After a full minute of flooding Aimili with her share, she eased back up.

"Take her here, in this hole." Kaarthen said pointing out the girl's anus.

Quickly the one fucking her pulled back. Gushes of sperm fell out of the girl as the cock cleared her hole. The silver haired Warrioress jumped in and held Aimili tight as she squatted over her working herself in.

The girl arched and came to life under the anal assault before her mouth was filled again. "Mercy! ....MmmPhh!" 

The darker haired Warrioress with the smaller chest of the two flooded her mouth with an ecstatic look. After a minute where Aimili turned purple, she dropped her like trash to heave and vomit as the Warrioress wandered around the room flapping her hands and reveling in an obvious feeling of well being.

Janis came in and walked over to Kaarthen. "What magic is this? This is what you do to the girl?" She gestured to Aimili caught between the two mighty women. Their thighs were larger then her torso. Looks of hate filled their faces as they lunged and rutted the helpless girls face and ass.

"Yes. She couldn't die a virgin." Kaarthen said dismissively. Janis obviously had much to learn if she expected pity from her for the interloper. "You knew these women desired revenge. I merely provided a catalyst. Besides you knew what was happening here to the sisters who passed through." Kaarthen turned to Janis. "Didn't you?"

Janis looked taken aback. "I... Yes I had an idea..."

Kaarthen pressed her. "How did you know?"

"The women. I made the deal. Menthino buys captured Amazons and any other Sisters. We return the Sisters to Dar Delis and keep the Amazons for three years. They are kept in Pessilberg where I can insure that a twisted mind like Marcos can't abuse them too much."

Kaarthen thought about it. "And they told you?"

Janis nodded and stole a glance at the women. "Yes. We don't pay enough for slavers to make an industry of it. Moreover, we certainly don't want someone else making a heavy assault infantry army, or exploiting Sisters for some exotic market somewhere. I keep an eye out for common stories, locations, or names. I try to send Marcos out to purge them, or I have others..."

Kaarthen smirked. "...Marcos' tower women?"

Janis gave her an appraising look. "Yes, those dolls of his are actually quite clever and ruthless. Usually, they're quite transparent in their goals, at first. However, they do learn and adapt very quickly. I make sure the ones who leave the tower always come to Pessilberg eventually. I am always very happy to help the women settle and keep their skills sharp. They are natural born black widows. No man can compare to an immortal like Marcos their entire lives so they eventually get disappointed and contemptuous of their mates. Indeed his network outside Mavvus is as much mine as it is his."

The Warrioresses switched places after pulling the girl to lie across the side of a huge hog's head barrel while they skewered her from either end. The girl was limp already and twitched helplessly as she was impaled repeatedly between the large women. Her mouth and holes were coated in the combined juices of the three women. Froth and goop dripped and clung around her cheeks and crotch. Under the gunk her body was starting to bruise and swell.

Kaarthen continued after looking over their progress and thinking on what Janis had told her. "And that's why you two hate each other. You control the Heavy Assault regiment, which must freak out a security hound like Marcos. In addition, he controls the tower women, which isn't even approaching acceptable for a Sister. Both of you share the informant network. He controls the army and you the navy..." Kaarthen trailed off thinking.

Janis smiled. "Of course, there's also the fact I'm the only woman around him not in his thrall. He gets rough and pushy with independent acting women, as you'll find out. Don't forget technically his title as the Immortal of Menthino is shared with me and you now too." She raised a hand displaying a gold emblem of the Eternal throne's sigil the enthroned crown on her bracelet.

The Warrioresses stood over the girl and doused her in piss now that their erections and burning hatred were satiated. The pitiful whimpering girl could only use one arm for some reason to try protecting herself from the burning streams of shame.

Kaarthen stepped in as they finished and started another round of stomping and kicking the girl. "Well, we have clothes and a choice of decent swords for each of you." She left it unsaid that this was the final act.

She drew her dagger. The room quieted until only Aimili's sobs were heard. 

"Wait, wait, allow me." The silver haired Warrioress said and took the knife.

She pulled the girl by her feet to a post and slid her up to stand against it. Slowly she inched the girl up till her feet left the floor. Then the Amazon crossed her hands behind the wood post. With a quick whip of her hand and a solid 'thunk' the girls hands were skewered to the post by the dagger. When the woman let go, the girl dropped to the ground suddenly and dislocated both arms falling to her knees. Kaarthen snapped off the blade of the dagger but left the girl stuck. She screamed again and the women ignored her as the silver haired woman stepped back and drew a sword from Janis. 

The silver haired woman stepped in and swung. "For the Goddess!" 

She swung low and cruelly disemboweled the girl with her slash to intentionally leave Aimili to die a slow painful death. The stench of spilled offal was horrid.

Janis spoke up. "This is inhuman."

Kaarthen cleared her throat. "We are human. We are spited. We are hurt. We are angry. We are vengeful." Kaarthen raised and reformed the dagger before she gave it to Janis. "Be human. Be humane. The poison is already going to her heart." She said flippantly noting the black veins creeping up the girl's arms to her shoulders. "Do human's just let nature take its course? Or will you respond to your base desire." 

Janis leveled her shoulders before replying. "We as humans know what is right, and what is wrong. That judgment allows us to be humane if we chose. If we don't we are usually worse than animals." 

Janis paused. She was visibly shaken. For a minute in the quiet room, surrounded by the stench of steaming entrails, and naked vengeful women, she regarded the dagger in her hand. Finally, she looked at the girl. "Clever piece." With a flick, she tossed it into the girl's chest. They all watched Aimili slowly slump over and exhale for the last time as if she was only going to sleep.

"Where are you Sisters headed?" The busty dark haired Warrioress asked as they continued to stare at the wreck.

"Mavvus for the winter." Kaarthen said quietly.

Janis cleared her throat. "I will return to Pessilberg in several weeks. All of you women are free to join my travels and rest on our journey. I think we should eat first however... If we can."



The Champion's Companion Ch. 17



After '#####' is sex, rape, extreme body mod, cruelty. It won't be for everyone.

Comments and ideas are welcome. I have ideas that I'm having trouble adding. Though the story will go on it may need another creative spark to find a clear path.

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At six and half feet tall, with heavily muscular proportions, white braided hair, full dark purple grey lips, and pale skin with odd dark under tones in the shadows Kaarthen was impressive and exotic in the city full of small, tan, dark haired southern women. 

Her overripe breasts the size of a man's head threatened to come out of her open sided knee length black robe. The robe's light silky shell hid within it armor padding, poisoned daggers, and throwing darts. The split in the front showed some of the deep cleavage of her rounded lactating udders. Under her robe, she wore thigh high soft leather black boots and a loincloth. The shiny jewelry of her rings, bracelet, hip chain, and necklace flashed in the light. Though her luminous pale skin took away some of their shine. Her attractive though oversized curvy figure, weapon, and shiny elegant jewelry, stopped most people from noticing her eyes had no whites, just two black voids with floating discs of quicksilver vertically slit like cat.

Kaarthen led three Warrioresses and Janis back to their inn. Outside on the late morning streets of the quiet town they stopped over in, they came across Ein, Rinis, Saucrem, and four jittery pale cum addicts. They were selling prophesies and charms to various farmers and other canal travelers busily preparing for a day of travel. At the moment, the tiny bushy haired Saucrem was chanting a charm to protect a farmer's crop from the cold snap. He knelt before the pygmy and the two were at the same height as she cackled her gibberish, waved her arms, and hopped around in an exaggerated display meant to awe him.

Kaarthen could see very real lines of force being raised by the little woman despite the superfluous movements. She had the ability thanks to the Goddess 'Dark Mother' who was a passenger in her mind. The divine tourist was really after Marcos, her Champion. Sometime over the tens of thousands of years, that they knew each other, the Goddess of Death, Fertility, and Femininity had swooned over the man Kaarthen charitably considered to be a very prolific, and very lethal, misogynist of the first order.

Her twisted kind of love was expressed in secret, and had been imprinted on Kaarthen to keep things less complicated. Now as a vessel for a divine passenger in love, she too swooned over the man. It wasn't hard, what the Goddess' literally mind-blowing emotions didn't do, the figuratively mind-blowing sex had. 

As his 'Companion', the Goddess had all the access she wanted to him through Kaarthen. Kaarthen had learned a lot from the satisfied deity. She controlled more directly the urges of the people around her as it related to combat, sex, or fertility. Recently, she found she could see into the hearts and minds of people like clear water. She could directly manipulate the basic nature of things by re writing their definitions written in the elegant language of the gods. 

She was learning a less elegant style of magic emanation from a legendary Sister Janis Vixtorixx. Janis was the Dark Mother's Priestess. While the Champion worked as a lieutenant at times, feeding off of and empowering the Goddess directly, the priestess was the one who worked openly with the masses. Her task was to have as many as possible engage in the Goddess' aspects. Despite unavoidably being as cold hearted as Marcos, Janis also had a warmer, perhaps more consensual, inclusive approach to spreading the gospel of death, femininity, and fertility.

Her style with magic was a more mundane intrinsic style that most with the ability learn. Kaarthen and two of the three women she had bound to herself were learning from her the style and its signature technique of feeling and manipulating various kinds of energy.

As Kaarthen walked up to the inn's parlor, she followed the bond she had to Mara. Like the other two women, her body was less then five feet tall and she appeared to most people to be any age from a very young girl to more womanly young adult. The deceptively youthful appearance belied the fact that she was a six hundred year old sex slave and former vampire. As a vampire, she had blood red eyes, pale transparent skin, and fangs. Now, bound to Kaarthen their bodies were remade to be more accepting of any body fluid especially Kaarthen's never ending breast milk.

Marcos had trained them all in the use of almost every weapon. In the ankle length body socks with slits for their arms that they wore, they hid their armor, full length swords, curved poisoned daggers, and dozens of throwing knives. 

The women had changed to have very pale blue eyes and filled out nicely. Mara had become the curviest. She had had a steady diet of Marcos' semen to help her grow also. Now her breasts were large and pendulous on her narrow chest. They swung down her tight stomach and covered her navel pointing outwards. Her hips and ass had widened and thickened to be plush and jiggly from the constant kneeling she did at Marcos' feet. Mara enjoyed continuing her life as a sex slave for Marcos. As the most magically attuned of the girls she served her Master further by learning shape shifting. In whatever form she took, for mortals, her affections could be debilitating and usually lethal.

Mara earned new competition from the other three of Kaarthen's 'hands'. Recently Rinis, a quiet wall flower had offered herself in Marcos bed. She never spoke but she followed Marcos now similar to Mara in the hopes of more cum. Kaarthen couldn't shake them of the notion that cum was the currency of favors and loyalty.

Today however their race was suspended. Rinis was outside guarding her charges while Mara, Marcos, their ship's crewmen, and ten 'cum hoarding' former sex slaves had just spent a day and a half engaging in an epic orgy. Mara had recently learned to cast an operable phallus for herself. The experience of the last night had taken her to the limit as she learned and became an expert cocksman.

Now the deflated participants in the debauchery sat in the elegant parlor of their inn. After the last day's activities, they all looked no more than half alive, some less so. They had shirked a light lunch the inn had tried to serve them and bought everything on the menu.

Double and triple ordered platters, plates, cups, and bowls were empty and stacked in pillars from yet another frantic orgy of primitive needs. Kaarthen found Marcos slumped back in a chair at a table. Around him, the women and the crewmen flopped about on tables and draped across lounges and couches near the windows.

Kaarthen surveyed the wrecked shells of humanity. "Well, I suppose we won't be traveling today." She patted Marcos trying to get a response. "You are a testament to excess."

Marcos could only groan and grumble unintelligibly as he tried to shift toward her.

"Well, I hope you appreciate this." Kaarthen said stepping closer.

She pulled a heavy breast out of the side of her robe. She had to stoop to drop it onto Marcos face. After a moment, his lips came to life and his tongue tentatively ventured out and explored her teat.

After a moment, he found the darkly ringed areola. After more searching, he found her inverted nipple and after a pause, he pushed up and captured it in his lips. Kaarthen had a mini-orgasm as he simultaneously popped out the nipple and drank from her. As an immortal, her milk never dried up and was more than just mother's milk she was starting to find out.

After a several minutes of suckling the milk from the large breasted woman, Marcos perked up under her. He raised his head so the nursing Amazon could stand and lean over the chair for him. He wrapped his arms around her and embraced her as best he could, and he rested his head across her bosom. Kaarthen always enjoyed that. He appeared most at peace during these times with her.

She crept in and sat straddling his lap carefully to keep him on her. She noticed his thick hardened cock was naked. Despite how inappropriate it was, she reveled with the goddess at the effect she had on him. Quietly, she lifted her robe slightly so his cock could flop under it, and grinded against him as he drank from her. The chain of micro orgasms grew into a larger climax as she gushed into his lap as she clutched him to herself.

Finally, she withdrew and stepped back. Marcos cleaned off his face and opened his eyes smiling. His tanned thin face was dark with black hair and black unreflective voids for eyes. He noticed for the first time the other women she brought. The three were all typical tall heavily muscular Amazon women similar to Kaarthen. Two were dark haired with few silvery grey streaks, the other was mostly silvery grey. The light haired and one of the dark haired were older, wide hipped, thick limbed, and very heavily breasted mature women. Their hips and thighs also jiggled more, though they were obviously still in excellent physical conditioning. Their extra weight was only a display of fertility that Mother Nature used to show off matured women. Janis had given each of them swords that they strapped to their backs, sandals, and open green robes tied at the waist that barely reached the thighs of the tall Amazons. 

"More friends?" He asked and cleared his throat. "Are they joining us on our trip?" Hopeful opportunity sprang into his voice. 

"Yes, Marcos." Kaarthen turned. "Sisters, this is our Dark Mother's Champion, Marcos Panthi, please introduce yourselves."

The Warrioress with the light grey hair spoke first. She was older than Kaarthen, nearly as tall, but in similarly excellent shape. "I am Vieona Champion. I serve the Dark Mother. It is an honor to meet you."

The other older Warrioress stepped forward. She was in similar shape as the first, but heavily breasted with wide rounded pendulous breasts that were only slightly smaller then Kaarthen's, and thick limbed with the padding and curves of a mature woman. "Champion, I am Metacari, I am honored to meet you. I will serve you well." She said shakily and bowed slightly showing the deep cleavage her robe was ill equipped to restrain. Kaarthen noticed that her thick pointy nipples were oddly hard and her pussy was swelling.

The last woman was the younger slimmer dark haired Amazon. "I am Darkenma, Champion, it is an honor."

Kaarthen, Janis, and Marcos smirked at the name. Her mother had likely been an overzealous Priestess to give her that name.

Janis spoke up quickly. "Let's get you girls a hot bath and off to bed. You may as well rest until we can get out of here." She ushered the Warrioresses out quickly like a Shield Mistress herding them to their lessons.

Kaarthen watched her leave and picked around the room over the slumped and shattered bodies to collect up Mara. Similar to Marcos, she had over indulged to the point that her body revolted demanding nutrients to proceed. Because of her small size, Kaarthen was easily able to coddle and breast-feed her as she walked around the room to stand at the windows. 

Similarly to Marcos, her actions slowly sped up and the color returned to her face as she drank greedily from Kaarthen. Finally, she toppled back and lay in her arms numb and satiated as Kaarthen continued to hold her.

"Have you learned the lesson of your excesses my child?" Kaarthen asked her softly.

"Yes, Mistress." Mara sleepily replied.

Kaarthen set her down knowing if the chance arose again, Mara would lead the charge for another orgy. "Watch the women here. When you can, take them down to your sisters outside. Protect them from themselves."

Mara shape shifted into Kaarthen's clone form. Kaarthen was half drow and without the priestess's magic to ensure a pale grayed Amazonian appearance, Mara simply became a tall, heavily muscular Drow, with long white hair. Her breasts sat lower and almost flatter than Kaarthen who was perpetually lactating, and she retained her pale blue eyes. Mara liked the form especially because she was taller, stronger, and moved around easier. 

Once in the tall form, Mara eased over and herded the women into a corner away from the drained crewmen. The women had faired slightly better then the men, though they weren't as fidgety and squirmy as usual. They silently followed Mara's instruction, and she got them up and outside.

Kaarthen turned and walked to Marcos. "When will we be able to continue?" Kaarthen asked him as she bent down and hugged him from behind. 

Marcos reached back and patted the smoothed braided hair of her head. "We should be off for Mavvus tomorrow." He said quietly.

"How long will it take?" She asked quietly.

Marcos took a deep breathe. "Another four or five days." He said exhaling.

Kaarthen looked him over. As an immortal, they were brought back to the same ideal condition every night unless of course they didn't sleep. "Come to bed Marcos." She said tugging him to bed.

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The morning of the next day Kaarthen was glad to get back onto their journey home. The crewmen smiled and nodded to the group as they boarded the vessel and cast off heading north on the canal. The air slowly got chillier and chiller as they cruised up towards Mavvus.

"Winter is upon us it seems." Janis remarked from the front of the vessel behind the Warrioresses, Ein, and Saucrem. 

Around them, the grey sky and fog of the late morning cast a subdued color on the pastures and fields around them.

Kaarthen nodded. "Indeed." 

"These Warrioresses need to get their pelts back." Janis stated quietly.

"Oh?" Kaarthen said looking at her blankly. "Pelts?"

"Warrioress use them for status." Janis said noting her look. "Huntresses hunt in familiar groups and have songs for their greatness when they return. Warrioresses don't hang around enclaves and temples. They work mostly alone or even in groups with adventurers. Therefore the pelts they wear are for status of how great they are, more so then their weapons and honor." 

"Oh?" Kaarthen repeated. "Wear pelts for honor?"

Janis continued. "Of course you may not understand, but they kill a difficult animal for the honor. Carnivorous grey boars, black bears, or even wolves in some places."

"Kind of like how we hunt for strong men who will give us a strong daughter?" Kaarthen said slowly catching on.

"Exactly." Janis nodded. "They cure and prepare the pelt themselves by ritualized ceremony. When it's worn out, they hunt up a new one. It's a very important ritual. Warrioresses are some times shamed Huntresses, or Amazons born outside an enclave. They need a way to prove their honor. With a pelt, it is tangible and shows, to some who know how to look, the weapons the Warrioress uses."

Kaarthen looked past her at the three shivering Warrioresses. They had eschewed wearing loincloths under the short robes. Vieona absently rubbed herself as she sat huddled. "I...see."

"At our next stop we'll need to hunt." Janis said with finality. "It is necessary and should be the last stop over. I fear too close to Mavvus and we may find nothing."

Kaarthen looked around. Beyond the misty pastures, copses of trees stood in the distance. Ahead of them, further north, the land got hillier and the farms gave way to dark forested hills. Kaarthen nodded. "I see."

That night they stopped at a larger town in Rincon valley. Marcos understood and nodded soberly as they discussed their plan to hunt for no more than two days. 

Kaarthen was surprised when Janis suggested she also go. "Not for a pelt but to be a part of the hunt."

She agreed and they planned to be down outside at dawn.

Kaarthen was almost nervous as she slept. Marcos drank from her as usual that night and licked her pussy to finally get her to relax.

The next morning she was down in front of the inn before dawn. Ein had gotten several packed meals from the inn. Metacari came over and spoke quietly with Kaarthen. The other Amazons had bought heavy black cloaks for themselves and stood contemplatively to the side quietly.

Janis and Saucrem came down last. Janis just wore her leather dress. The upper section was stiff thick leather and the bottom was a little more than knee length and of a lighter material and slit at the sides. Just before they left, Marcos joined them. He simply followed quietly as they walked up a farmers' road to the forest beyond.

They forest was old with little undergrowth. The group felt confident they could find something. As they got deeper into the dense woods they split up. Marcos, Kaarthen, and Metacari went off east. Vieona, Darkenma, and Janis went north. Ein stuck with Saucrem, she rolled up her body sock and folded it under the sword so it came down to her waist like a squire's coat so she could move around more. They stayed near the edge of the trees looking for herbs and medicines.

As Kaarthen walked along, she spoke more with Metacari. She was curious when she heard she only wanted one thing.

"Why only hunt the grey boar?" Kaarthen asked curiously. 

Behind them, Marcos walked up closer. "It's a little trait they have. The Warrioresses who hunt grey boars are the ones who put people first. Boars are dangerous pests for farmers. They help people in need. Protect the weak, and hunt troublesome animals. Black bear pelts are for the fierce. Apparently, their smell scares away animals. But also, Warrioress who wear them are out for the money and the glory. They are the slave catchers, the bodyguards, adventurers, mercenaries, and fighters."

Kaarthen thought it made sense. "I see." She turned back to Metacari. "You just want to help people."

"Yes..." She blushed.

Kaarthen was confused but looked into her closer and realized Metacari had a crush on her. Marcos also got her body hot from their display from yesterday. Marcos was clumsily picking up on it too, though he had only so far noticed her odd introduction yesterday. It seemed Metacari was a horny girl and very oversexed the loss of her lover left a hole to be filled.

She cleared her throat at the thought. "So where can we find one?"

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To the north, the other three women had picked up a faint trail after walking along a stream.

"I've never hunted with other women before." Vieona said quietly.

"Yes, how will the spoils be divided? Whoever sees it first or whoever kills it?" Darkenma asked aloud.

"I am only here for the nature." Janis said. "What by the way, will you hunt?"

"I will take a bear." Vieona said.

"I also." Darkenma added.

"Oh, so sure?" Janis smiled. "You women seek money and glory?"

Vieona nodded. "No, I have always worn it. I was traveling on my own after taking a haul with some adventurers when I met that stupid girl. I figured I could make some money ripping them off."

Janis looked at her with a touch of concern. "The bandits you mean?"

"Of course." Vieona spat. "They must have had a stash. Turned out they were just a poor inbred bunch who got a clever idea to mess with Warrioresses." 

"I had a boar pelt before." Darkenma added quietly. "When I was tossed around trying to help people, I was furious. I didn't feel bad for what we did to that girl, she deserved it. As for that family, they deserved being burnt like Sister Kaarthen did. I wish I did it myself."

Janis' eyebrows jumped. "They... Sister Kaarthen burnt them?"

"Yes, she burnt the house down with them inside. She even killed a few when they tried to hop out the windows." Darkenma added. "If the choice is to be used or to take control, then I'll hunt a bear and let the world know."

Janis nodded. "I see."

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By midday, the sky had darkened and had started to drizzle overhead. Metacari still only wore her rob and they had to seek shelter. They found a dry tree they could huddle under. They had to pack tightly but they were dry and comfortable. The waited for the sky to clear and Metacari spoke of her botched final mission.




The Champion's Companion Ch. 17



"I was in the inn with another Sister named Drein she was the one who..." Kaarthen nodded and patted her and gave her a hug. She smelled of the forest's pine and green mint. "That stupid girl came in and gave us her line. We went out ready to save the world again." She paused. Behind her Marcos was standing tightly behind her, presumably, to keep her warm between them. Kaarthen could tell from his self-satisfied grin that excuse was a misnomer.

"It's okay we're here." Marcos cooed in her ear. "Tell us everything." He whispered insidiously.

"The...I..." Behind her, Marcos had started stroking her back softly to calm her. "We went up the road and were ambushed. I was netted. I had a short sword, shield and decent set of armor but... I..." Kaarthen felt her wiggle her hips. Marcos' hands were straying.

"The net caught you." Marcos prodded. "It's okay, tell us what happened to your friend."

"I...Uh, Drien, was carrying a bow and had a short sword. But, they were too close and on her too fast. She got knocked out between them." The short robe Metacari wore was pushed up to her waist for Marcos. Metacari turned into Kaarthen as Marcos openly grinded his cock up against her naked ass.

She leaned in against Kaarthen's chest, and quietly, she bravely continued. "They came to me then. I was stuck in the netting. My sword and armor were useless. They didn't need anything, they just sat on my shield pinning me down and pulled off my pants..." She gasped as Marcos reached around to stroke her bud. 

"The big man came down. I couldn't see much, but I knew the first one was him. He was huge. Me and Drein shared men, but he was something else..." She groaned and shivered. Despite her lack of control over the situation, one of her hands had found its way under Kaarthen's robe behind her back. The other softly rested on the naked side of her breast. "He fff... He fucked me..." She lowered herself, nuzzled Kaarthen's bosom, and pushed back her hips in a invitation for Marcos. 

"So deep..." She groaned as he plunged into her. The wet air smelled of clean rain and moving air as the storm's lighting broke. Metacari's story broke down after that, but it didn't matter. Around them, the rain had picked up and had gotten quite loud. 

Behind her, Marcos was building up a good rhythm of fucking her. Kaarthen could tell she wanted it rough. She wanted to remember that feeling of being helplessly taken. Marcos would help her body and mind forget the memory and learn a new one to tingle her in her cold nights. 

Her unrestrained breasts bounced and flopped with Marco's hard strokes and slowly started to come out of the lose garment. Kaarthen raised her hands to catch them as they finally fell free and Metacari hugged her tighter when she felt the warm hands. 

Kaarthen let herself fall into Metacari's illusory fantasy. She was still hugging her but also making love to Drein one final time. When Metacari pleaded silently for a kiss, Kaarthen acquiesced. She kissed her lightly as her lover did. Her hands glided around her breasts while one hand pinched hard onto her rubbery nipple just as her lover did during their intimate embraces. 

Metacari's crinkled prickly areole relaxed in her warm hands. Metacari gasped and came as her eyes shot open. She stared Kaarthen in the eye with an aghast look, wondering if perhaps Drein really was with her.

At that moment, the Goddess emerged from the corner of Kaarthen it usually resided and moved to trap her. Metacari froze stuck under its magic in the middle of her climax. Behind her, Marcos squealed in surprise and grunted loudly fighting for control as her pussy went into a frantic seizure during the prolonged climax. Kaarthen slowly wrapped her arms around her shoulders pushing back her hair. As Marcos was distracted trying to extend the pleasure of her suddenly wild mushy fuck hole, Kaarthen drew fangs and bit her along her neck.

As she pulled back, Metacari came back to normal and sagged as her body was released from the Goddess' grip. Behind her, Marcos loudly lost the battle as her intense snapping pussy suddenly relaxed and churned with him. Kaarthen caught them both and her fangs shrank away as Marcos propelled the suddenly limp Metacari into her. His cock swelled as the sperm traveled up and erupted out in a hot flow into her as it shot out excitedly. His entire lower abdomen pulsed as the forceful stream shot into and bounced off of her vault. He lost himself in the feeling of his enclosed cock pulsing its release into her clenched core. He sagged across her back trying to slow his heart rate. Her pussy was well and truly flooded and dripped around his still leaking cock. 

Marcos spoke first between heaves. "She's a keeper. I don't think Mara will be able to replicate that." He said blowing her hair back.

Kaarthen smiled and the two women tightened into each other as Metacari's pussy came to life milking his cock with renewed vigor. "Yes, then we shall keep her."

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Janis had left the two Amazons as the rain had started. Saucrem didn't do violent weather very well. 

After the rain cleared, the pair continued along their path. Picking along they came to a lake that fed the stream they crossed earlier. On either side, tall sheer walls of a ravine enclosed them and the trees towered over them. Doubling back along the ravine, they found a place of large flat weathered rocks and a cave nearby. The cave was high on the west-facing wall above the flood line.

The ground was disturbed so they couldn't see the actual tracks anymore. They would have to get closer to see if there was a bear in there. 

Darkenma got excited. "What do you think?"

"To hunt bears, you need spears." Vieona said drawing her sword. "We'll need sticks to get in there. Come on."

She led them back up and around to the trees and hacked down limbs. With two long thick poles, they sharpened the tips of both spears and tied a sword to the back end of one.

"Why do that?"

"This poker won't kill them. Unlike a boar, the bear will take a swipe if you get close. Remember that." Vieona hefted her weapon and Darkenma took the other spear.

As they came down the water in the ravine was rising.

"Think it'll fill?" Darkenma asked nervously.

"I hope not, we gotta get in there quick." Vieona shrugged.

They crept low over the rocks Vieona led them up to the cave. The stench was warm and over powering.

"Definitely a bear. Wait here, I'll shout if you can come in. If I come out be ready for a fight. If I don't come out, keep the bear in. Stab it and whatever happens don't let it out, it'll be plenty pissed off." Vieona cautioned. The strain was starting to show in her eyes but her mouth was fighting off a grin.

Vieona crept into the tunnel. The wide hole opened up on top and she slowly stood in the chamber. Around her, the domed interior slanted up before coming to a large chamber that opened at the top with a small leaf covered hole and thick tree roots that descended the far side.

The floor was flat and platforms of large rocks were along the edges. It seemed people had once lived here before the current resident.

In the dark, she could see into the full depth. Slowly she brought her wooden pole around along the floor feeling around. Vieona had to step out of the entrance tunnel to let in light. Seeing better, a bear was just out of sight its back was turned as it slept curled up. It was a waist high four-foot wide black furry ball that slowly pulsed.

For what seemed like forever, Vieona stared at it. It always paralyzed her to see them. Finally, her eyes adjusted to the dark and saw its backbone under the fur. She spun the pole around and brought out the sword end. She made a mental note not to bind her blade next time as she negotiated it up overhead.

She had to step forward into the entrance tunnel to gain clearance. Finally, she stood frozen and ready her eyes recorded its unchanged breathing. She nervously flicked around to see anything else. Content, satisfied, and only aware of what was in front of her, Vieona rose up and stretched both arms holding the spear.

She brought the weapon down intent on puncturing a lung or even better severing the spine.

The bear actually screamed a surprised growl. The blade had buried nearly to the hilt in it. Vieona pulled back and stabbed again quickly. Behind the creature, a head popped up and the bear rolled over breaking her spear.

Vieona looked at the half-sized spear she had left. "Oh fuck me." 

The other bear gave a roar and stood while the other writhed in death throes. Vieona ducked out into the tunnel and slid back out.

"What happened?" Darkenma asked as she backed out. "Did you get it?"

"I...one's coming." Vieona blurted looking around wild eyed.

"What?" Darkenma clutched her spear to her chest and looked at her scared.

The cave entrance filled with ominous low growling from the bear just out of sight. Dust clouds from its huff started coming out of the tunnel as it tried to intimidate them.

"Keep it in the fucking tunnel!" Yelled Vieona, getting behind Darkenma and taking off her cloak.

After a moment of waiting, Darkenma asked. "Is it coming out?"

"Here." Vieona got up to her and guided the point into the hole.

For a moment nothing happened, then, the bear got a hold of it.

"Shit." Darkenma yelled as they were violently wagged at the end of the pole.

"Pull it out! Pull it out!" Vieona shouted now and they heaved back.

She inspected the pole and saw it had been gnawed and clawed. She risked a look down the tunnel and still didn't see the bear.

She stooped and waved to Darkenma. "Okay put it back in. Slowly." Darkenma pushed into the cave again as Vieona guided her. "Angle up...Good. Keep... Come on..."

The bear tore into the spear again.

She stood up. "He's biting it. Shove it in there! Give it to the fucker!" Vieona grabbed the spear and very nearly shoved Darkenma in with it.

A squeal of surprise lit up from inside and they pulled back the spear to find blood mixed with the spittle around the pole.

Vieona clapped Darkenma's back staring at it. "Great. It may not die from that, but we got it."

"What now?" Darkenma asked.

"We wait." Vieona shrugged. "That trick won't work again."

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Back on the east side of the forest Metacari had made her kill.

The trio had slipped around stumbled on a small group of grazing boars. They were the pups from the season prior and were still shy adolescents. As they ran off a surprised squeal behind them alerted them to the adult of the brood. The boar charged out on their scent. It was a large adult with a low long lean body. At its shoulder, the beast was a little more than knee height on the tall woman.

Metacari stood aloof as Kaarthen and Marcos cleared her sides stepping back. She drew her sword from overhead slowly and calmly. She dashed in and jumped up as the boar came in to gore her. From over it, she slashed down at its head. The sharp new sword cleaved up across its snout between the eyes. A hideous squeal of pain almost deafened them as the boar turned around. It was obviously done with the fight. Facing Metacari, it prepared one last charge to get it past her and back into its burrow.

It didn't get the chance. She charged it in a blur and swiped down across it again as it prepared to gore her. Where the two cuts connected a chunk of flesh flicked out from its ruined face. In shock, it stood still as Metacari came around to face it. After studying the beast, she thrust into it on the ruined side under the chin and into its heart. The boar stayed frozen in shock.

After a moment, she jammed the butt of the blade with the heel of her hand twice to make sure. The boar sagged and fell into the sword rolling to the side. Finally, she stood and flicked her blade.

Kaarthen and Marcos stepped in. Marcos walked over and stood next to her looking at the boar. "Wow, you did that..." Marcos looked the boar over closer then finally looked at her quizzically. "How did you... How did those men catch you?"

Metacari beamed at him and her pale blue eyes flashed. "It was mostly the sword. You'd be surprised what a new one can do."

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Back in the ravine, the two women grew anxious.

The bear wasn't responding to their attempts to draw it out.

Vieona ventured the obvious. "Maybe we could take another look?"

Darkenma turned to her skeptically. "And by 'we' you mean me?"

Vieona shrugged. "I went in. The bear is dead. This one is yours."

Darkenma brightened. "...How about... bait?"

Vieona shook her head. "Like what?"

"What about a fire?"

Vieona thought about the structure of the cave. "I guess...It would vent, but how does it get out?" They would look stupid explaining their kill from smoke inhalation.

"Okay..." Darkenma pondered the problem. "What about burning poison saple at the entrance?"

Vieona turned. "It'll come out?"

The young Amazon split off while Vieona watched the cave. Darkenma returned with a tangled vine of poison saple wound around the end of a spear.

Vieona turned to Darkenma. "It's up to you."

Darkenma nodded. "Okay..."

Darkenma started a fire and smoldered the end of Vieona's half spear.

Vieona watched her as she scrolled the vine from one spear onto the other. "Now stay out of the smoke. It'll swell your face like a piece of rotten fruit if you catch it."

"Good that'll make the hide bigger." Darkenma remarked.

She quickly danced over and tossed the stick in. The brief exposure she got made her cheeks and ears tingle from the acrid smoke.

For a minute nothing happened, then, a colossal roar was heard from within the cave.

"The longer it stays in there the easier it'll be. If we're lucky it'll be blind by the time it gets out." Darkenma said quietly.

After a few minutes, that's exactly what they got. The blinded furious bear came out. Its head was swollen like a pumpkin. The bear's mouth was agape as it fought for breathe in wheezes. The creature was fat and had grown its shaggy winter coat already. Like a drunken lout, it weaved on its feet and tried to keep an eye on them.

Darkenma drew her sword as she stared at the creature struggle for breath. 

Vieona cheered her on. "Stab it good so you don't have to wear tatters."

Darkenma was able to side up next to the beast as it stood still. She easily slit its throat with a slash. After the beast fell with hardly more than a gurgle, she turned to Vieona. "Was that fair?"

Vieona snorted. "I don't know. Why didn't you give the bear a sword if you were so worried?"

Darkenma shook her head. "I just feel..."

Vieona walked over and grabbed her hands. "You killed it."

Darkenma wasn't convinced. "My first boar hunt was harder."

"Mine too." Vieona shrugged. "But look. If you feel bad, and want another one, we still got several hours of light left."

Darkenma shivered. "No I don't think..."

"Great!" Vieona jumped and grabbed her shoulders. "Look, I'll tell them whatever story you want. I think you did a great job."

Darkenma shrugged finally. "Ya just hope that poison saple doesn't stain the hide."

Vieona chuckled with her. "That would be a problem." 

"You won't tell?"

Vieona walked over to a rock and turned back to sit with her legs open. Her hairless slit was easily visible as her short robe framed it. "I could be persuaded..." 

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The next day the women stretched out their coveted pelts on the drying rack. The animal meat was sold for a profit. The boar was not nearly as expensive as bear meat. The processes the women used were ritualized. By the next morning, they were tired but done.

They group boarded the vessel late in the morning. The sober grey sky and light fog subdued the landscape around them. The Warrioresses curled up into their pelts and stroked them lovingly. Metacari had bought a cloak that was grayish blue green. She draped her pelt over the shoulders like a mantle and crossed the limbs of the over the front. Vieona did something similar with her pelt and bunched it up so the fur created a high collar framing her face and grey hair.

Darkenma experimented and wore the bears head as a hood and the front paws as sleeves. Marcos remarked how she looked like a shaman from Munklin.

Back on ship through the voyage back, Kaarthen setup Metacari with weapons if she needed them. She used a rings for a short spear, obsidian javelins similar to her dagger, a three quarter length curved specialty sword. She also gave her a similar gauntlet and buckler for her left arm.

Because of the confined nature of the ship, she used the materials far away around them. A hybrid style of magic allowed her to pull the pieces out of distant farm equipment, and village supply stores as they traveled. Kaarthen appeared to sleep peacefully laying against Metacari as they pulled the dust of the needed essences for actuation from far off barns and storerooms. Marcos also slumbered for most of the journey. Mara and Rinis lay under his arm. The women fell asleep in the bottoms of the boat tangled and curled into each other.

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Two days later, the group was antsy. They were on the border of the sprawl of towns that bordered into Mavvus. Their ship had just pulled in for the night at one of the docks. Marcos' anxious energy was contagious as they sat in the stuffed serving area of an inn.

The two dozen people in the group filled the large half-empty rooms benches at two tables in an L shape in the corner. Like most inns, the serving are was on the first floor and was the first room people entered as someone came in the door and passed the front bar. This one had a large window along the side of the wall. 

At six and half feet tall, with heavily muscular proportions, white braided hair, full dark purple grey lips, and pale skin with odd dark under tones in the shadows Kaarthen was impressive and exotic in a region full of small, tan, dark haired southern women. 

Her overripe breasts the size of a man's head threatened to come out of her open sided knee length black robe. The robe's light silky shell hid within it armor padding, poisoned daggers, and throwing darts. The split in the front showed some of the deep cleavage of her rounded lactating udders. Under her robe, she wore thigh high soft leather black boots and a loincloth. The shiny jewelry of her rings, bracelet, hip chain, and necklace flashed in the light. Though her luminous pale skin took away some of their shine. Her attractive though oversized curvy figure, weapon, and shiny elegant jewelry, stopped most people from noticing her eyes had no whites, just two black voids with floating discs of quicksilver vertically slit like cat.

She had the ability thanks to the Goddess 'Dark Mother' who was a passenger in her mind. The divine tourist was really after Marcos, her Champion. Sometime over the tens of thousands of years, that they knew each other, the Goddess of Death, Fertility, and Femininity had swooned over the man Kaarthen charitably considered to be a very prolific, and very lethal, misogynist of the first order.

Her twisted kind of love was expressed and had been imprinted on Kaarthen to keep things less complicated. Now as a vessel for a divine passenger in love, she too swooned over the man. It wasn't hard, what the Goddess' literally mind-blowing emotions didn't do, the figuratively mind-blowing sex had. 

As his 'Companion', the Goddess had all the access she wanted to him through Kaarthen. Kaarthen had learned a lot from the satisfied deity. She controlled more directly the urges of the people around her as it related to combat, sex, or fertility. Recently, she found she could see into the hearts and minds of people like clear water. She could directly manipulate the basic nature of things by re writing their definitions written in the elegant language of the gods. 




The Champion's Companion Ch. 17



She was learning a less elegant style of magic emanation from a legendary Sister Janis Vixxtoris. Janis was the Dark Mother's Priestess. While the Champion worked as a lieutenant at times, feeding off of and empowering the Goddess directly, the priestess was the one who worked openly with the masses. Her task was to have as many as possible engage in the Goddess' aspects. Despite unavoidably being as cold hearted as Marcos, Janis also had a warmer, perhaps more consensual, inclusive approach to spreading the gospel of death, femininity, and fertility.

Her style with magic was a more mundane intrinsic style that most people with the ability learn. Kaarthen and two of the four women she had bound to herself were learning from her the style and its signature technique of feeling and manipulating various kinds of energy.

The fourteen sex-slaves Kaarthen had the displeasure of keeping track of were kept in the back of the group along the wall. Unfortunately, that meant that Vieona, Darkenma, Janis, Saucrem, and Ein were stuck with their backs to the crowd.

The two Warrioresses, Vieona and Darkenma, were ominous in their black cloaks with a bear pelts. The two were typical tall heavily muscular Amazon women similar to Kaarthen. They were shorter though, at nearly six feet they were less than average for an Amazon. One was dark haired with few silvery grey streaks, the other was mostly silvery grey. The light haired Warrioress was older, wide hipped, thick limbed, very heavily breasted mature woman. Her hips and thighs also jiggled more, though she was obviously still in excellent physical conditioning. Her extra weight was only a display of fertility that Mother Nature used to show off matured women. The dark haired woman was curvy but had a lighter bosom and a more toned figure. 

Janis had given each of them swords that they strapped to their backs, sandals, and open green robes tied at the waist that barely reached the thighs of the tall Amazons. They had eschewed loincloths.

The large group of women traveling accompanied by one male and a half dozen Amazons made them pretty popular. The rest of the inn was filled with six men in a group and several locals. The hopeful energy from the men translated into Kaarthen's gut sinking frantic feeling as she kept Mara and Rinis along the edges trapping the women in a corner.

Ein could see the whole group. Most of the women were waifs and strays. They covered their faces with their bangs, slunk down, and slowly ate. However the better adapted of the group were fidgety in the face of potential sex. They were the squirrelly ones, and they were looking to eek some enjoyment from the audience. Ein kept her eyes on them and noticed several of the more bright-eyed women were definitely making inviting gestures for the crowd. The group tried to eat quickly. Kaarthen urged and cajoled the group to scarf what they could.

The building energy dynamic was further accelerated by alcohol. The group had stopped in town late. People were already drinking. The large group also had a long wait in order to be served. Locals noted Marcos' gauntlet and furtively stared at the group curiously, but they weren't the problem. The six travelers in the room knew nothing of Menthino's ways. Anywhere else but so close to the canal they wouldn't have had to worry.

"Mighty fine wenches..." A bearded man said stumbling up. His bowlegged stance, bare feet, and wet pants nailed him as a sailor.

Kaarthen stated clearly, "Not for sale."

He straightened and leered at her. "Ah? Well what about..." 

Marcos watched the man fall forward onto Vieona. He could tell it wasn't an accident. He leaned in and shot a hand to cup her breast under the robe. As she sat shocked at his open groping, he leaned too far and his ale mug spilled onto her and Darkenma. Vieona quickly stood and slung the man onto his back across the table and stood with Darkenma. At just over six feet, they towered over him on the table. The man between them looked pitiful on the table splattered in his drink. She and Darkenma stood over him angrily and pinned him down. He was so drunk he could only squirm weakly on his back like a worm.

Behind them, the locals necked their drinks and hit the door while their tips still spun in the table. The other men from the sailor's group turned to watch what they could. Several however where far to gone to notice the commotion.

Vieona hissed at the man. "Sister Kaarthen, help me punish this man who soiled my honor."

Kaarthen stood and looked around then relaxed. The barkeep and waitresses stood by the door of the kitchen wide eyed. As locals, they knew not to mess with whatever Marcos allowed. 

Quietly she leaned in over the man and asked the silver haired Warrioress. "How would you? What can my hands do?"

"The blessing from... before. Let me put my will against this man." She pleaded.

Kaarthen looked up and down the table and cleared her throat. "You wish to take him like a man?"

Vieona nodded. "I wish to make him a woman. I wish him to be held down to feel the callous world in his soft core. Let him walk out carrying his shame deep within him. Let him remember the harshness as it leaks from him." Her eyes were fanatical as she finished. 

Kaarthen could see that Vieona saw herself in this man. She saw as he struggled weakly, powerless, and dirty on the table under her that it was once her. It was obvious she wanted power back. Kaarthen hoped this would give her back the last of it. Vieona wanted it from this man. Perhaps he didn't deserve it, but he was convenient, and did bring it upon himself. Kaarthen didn't see objections around the table. Even Janis, the velvet glove of the group, looked disinterested.

The Goddess was intrigued by the idea. It stirred at her words in the back of Kaarthen's mind. "It... will be as you say."

Vieona and Darkenma groaned as the tumescence took form and parted their short robes. Their cocks grew from the clitoris' and encompassed the pisshole. They grew to the size of the women's mighty forearms. The head was fist sized, and the shaft more than wrist thick. The balls fell last and dangled out of the bottom of the robe. The hairless orbs were barely smaller than the size of fists.

The women greedily pulled the man's body between them. Darkenma's quick finger's pulled down his pants in her haste to slide him closer. Under a thatch of light reddish brown hair, the man was remade to have tiny pussy clamped tight with the faintest crack.

"Look at that." Darkenma said running a hand up it.

The man squirmed harder. Instinctively, his body worked to avoid this submission.

She pushed back his knees onto his chest and hooked his pants behind his head before she got in closer. "Ya! Look at that! How cute! You got a cute pussy mister."

He groaned in a mix of shock as she found his clit. Above her, his feet kicked uselessly.

She licked a finger and tested him. As she slid into his pussy, he tensed up and hissed an exhale through clenched teeth. "Wow... You've been chaste." She grinned evilly. "Noble virgin huh?"

Overhead Vieona smeared her cock across the face of the man. His eyes were clenched tight and his mouth pursed as she slid over into his beard. "Noble virgin huh?" She smeared gobs of pre-cum across his beard.

Behind them, the men at the table only saw a woman bent over their friend on the other table. Vieona's heavy cloak blocked most of the view. They were curious about the feet dangling over the other Amazon's shoulders.

"Ol boy's getting the brown eye licked." They drunkenly mused slapping each other's backs.

Indeed, Darkenma was licking him. The man was writhing like a fish as she worked over his gash. Vieona probed his mouth directly. She grabbed his forehead and hooked a thumb across his nose to make him open up. 

"If I feel teeth you're going to be the saddest whore this side of the canal." She growled. He whimpered as she slid across his lips and started to push her length in.

Vieona ruthlessly gagged him as he slapped at her. After a moment, she grabbed his neck and leaned in to whisper sweetly in his ear. "Suck it good, or I will knock the rest of your teeth out and fuck you to death." His eyes went wide and he suckled her more actively to keep from being gagged.

"That feels good on your tongue." Vieona said stroking into his throat with her thick hard cock and fucking deeply into his hairy face. "Just like a pussy. You're better than the girl I fucked. Your mouth is good..." 

Marcos felt a soft hand creep up and looked down to see. One of the women had crawled under the table. He shifted and sat sideways on the bench so the woman could get to his cock. Next to him, Kaarthen spread her legs and shifted her loincloth so the woman's small soft hand could probe her.

Darkenma crept up to squat over the man on the table. "You're pretty old already, but I'll make you a woman just the same." The man panicked and squeals lit up the room as she tucked back his hips and lined herself up. "Don't fight it. You're gonna love this."

"Ya don't fight, suck on this." Vieona stopped gagging him gave him a half second to decide to cooperate. 

Darkenma heaved over into him. For a moment their flesh battled as his soft compliant hole slowly opened. The splattered juices from his hole did the rest of the work for her. Her cockhead slid around as first one side then the other dipped into the ridiculously tight hole. Darkenma had to clamp the tip of her wide cock to get it into the man's pussy.

With a shove, the head got in but was promptly popped back out. Darkenma's next shove got a good purchase, but it was in the wrong hole. She looked down feeling drier then she thought was normal.

"Oops." Darkenma shoved in deeper. "This hole works better."

The man flopped and writhed as Darkenma drove him into Vieona. With no room, he bent his back around to avoid them. In the struggle, his pants fell the rest of the way off, and he started kicking wildly.

"Quite being a bitch!" Darkenma growled. She hooked his legs behind her knees. His virgin pussy hole was stretched into a long teardrop by her buggering phallus as it destroyed his ass. Almost half her rod was going into the man as she pummeled into him. Her penetrating thrusts were intensified by her ability to spread him open and push down her hips from over him.

"He's crying." Vieona chuckled. "She's fucking crying." She corrected. He had slowed his sucks to cough and weep. Like a rabid dog Vieona fell into him slapping him around before pushing her cock back at him. "Suck it good girl."

The man started sobbing open as he shamefully tried to protect his face from Vieona. He sucked deeply into his gullet as he sniffled. Below him, Darkenma squatted on the table over him and powered in with as much as he would take. Each thrust only stopped when his body bounced back off her cock.

"Ah shit. Ah shit." Kaarthen steadied Darkenma as she climaxed and shot her wad. She let go of his legs and they flopped up to his shoulders. For a long moment, she just stayed still breathing in heaves.

Vieona looked over. "Let me open her up." She brought his legs around in front of her and put his knees on the bench.

His confused friends were curious now what kind of sex he could he having in that position with his feet dangling down from the sides of her robe as she stood over him. The wriggle of her hips seemed...odd.

Vieona pushed into the man, but his tight hole resisted her. His ruined lubricated ass seemed to lure her cock as she tried to make it into the hole she coveted. "Damn it bitch." She snarled and pushed him down against the table. She put a leg up next to him and shoved into him until the hole gave in.

The man wailed a true woman's noise of pain and alarm as his maiden head was broken. Vieona took a moment to revel and gloat in triumph. "That's it bitch that's it." Vieona cooed stroking his back as he labored for breath. He had become a sniffling sobbing mess and now the stressful ordeal had given him hiccups.

Around them, the group had tightened up around them to see the spectacle. At the front of the room, the waitresses still stood by the kitchen watching the two. They could see everything. The man being pumped as he was bent over the table, the handful of skinny pale women at the other table furiously kissing and licking each other, the head bobbing in the other man's lap, the girl in purple fucking one of the skinny pale women at the end of the table with her own cock.

The five men at the opposite side saw none of this oddly. The sounds were to them no more than a rough night at the pub.

Vieona chanted as her hips slowed. "Here you go bitch. Here's something to remember. Remember... This... Bitch." With a harsh thrust, she seemed to enclose the man under her with her wide hips, heavy breasts, and dark cloak. He only whined as she inseminated him deeply with her heavy load. "Ah, how was that bitch?" She cooed from atop him. 

She ran her long fingers through his hair and snapped his head back to look at her face. "Well how was it for your first time?" Disappointed in his lack of response, she looked at the man cringing under her. "Well the first time always hurts...next time won't be as bad, watch."

She pulled from him slowly and revealed him to his friends. Immediately, the men at the other table all perked up. The men looked from her exposed sweaty body, to the dripping holes next to her, to her huge wet dripping cock. 

Vieona idly stroked herself addressing them. "Hey boys, any of you want in on this bitch?"

Nobody expected that to happen and the drunk men were in deep shock at what they were seeing. For a moment no one moved. The men who could, scrambled over, and started fighting among themselves. Darkenma held down the man and her cloak obscured him as one of the men won the tussle and pushed into the dripping pussy.

"Fuck that bitch." Vieona cheered. The other men cheered the man on as he unwittingly fucked up his friend.

"Lil hairy innit?" Some drunk voice slurred stupidly.

After a few minutes of hip slapping, exaggerated thrusts, and grunting the man gave a final giant heave into the man's pussy and fell into him. "Fucks...Ya..." He groaned grinning.

Quickly he was pulled off his friend's ass. The second man paused and flipped the man over and paused doing a drunken double take. "That you Freico?" He prodded the battered pussy idly. "Freico the freak, look at ya." 

"No shit." Another man leaned in looking over the odd creature. The drunken men explored and striped him of his shirt. Freico only cried harder as they ignored him and pulled him how they wanted. They slapped his chest expecting breasts, and made him apologize for being found lacking.

"Always bitchin' and that's why isn't it Freico? You'll come with us. We know the mens who'll love you." A gruff voice in the pile mumbled. "You ain't gotta work no more." 

"No wonder that asshole... fuck him. Go ahead do it. Fuck him. He's gonna get it real roughs now anyways." A slurred voice urged.

"Right, I will. I will. I'm gonna fuck this bitch's ass." The man in the saddle said to a chorus of 'yas' and snickers.

He got over Freico, hoisted his legs to his shoulders, and thrust down into his open ass as Freico just laid passively and took it. For more then ten minutes he was barraged with a litany of complaints his 'friends' had with him. He was pulled in between the dirty men and forced to suck cock after cock. By the end, his ass and pussy had fresh deposits and his beard was spattered with numerous strings and gobs of spit and semen.

He was pulled out of the inn naked by the drunken sailors as Kaarthen and the group watched. Already the harsh world had him in its grasp. He would start making money by the time the sun came up. By the time he was given a moment to rest and figure out what happened to him, the sun would be up on the next day. By then, any hope of getting back to normal would be miles up the canal.



The Champion's Companion Ch. 18



By mid morning, the group was closing on Mavvus. They were satiated, the squirmy women were mostly curious of their new surroundings. Mara and Rinis watched them still but they were letting the women near the back edge where they could look at the taller buildings that started to crowd the banks around them.

The Warrioresses were quiet and satisfied. Janis sat among them, and laid back appearing to rest. Saucrem and Ein giggled in the pygmy's gibberish. Marcos and Kaarthen sat with Metacari. Of the people on the boat, they were the most alert as they lay back.

Kaarthen spoke up. Her unbraided white hair was pooled over Marcos and Metacari as she reclined over them. She was starting to get the 'glow of pregnancy' and seemed luminescent. "Where are the women going to stay?" 

"In Mavvus of course." Marcos leaned over to the side and tapped a lounging boatman. "Municipal docks first right?"

He barely stirred turning to look. "Ah, yes sir."

Marcos rolled back to the women. "The Warrioresses and Janis may want to find an inn. The Crown has several inns for its guests, who for whatever reason don't stay in the Palace apartments." 

Janis nodded slowly. "That'll work."

After another hour of lying back floating along through the city, the crewmen got up and poled the boat over to the wide low municipal docks.

Marcos stood as they closed in. "Alright, four blocks up we get the women in the door of the house. Three blocks slightly to the right on the embassy row and we'll find one of the foreign lodging houses. That will then take us directly to the Palace." He looked around expectantly. "The women have priority. Nothing will happen, but they can still wander off. We'll move slowly and try to stay out of the crowds."

The boat touched up against dock after a few minutes and they hopped out. They made an odd procession. Marcos led well in front as a vanguard, Kaarthen and Metacari headed the group. The women were herded by the Warrioresses and Janis on the sides. Mara, Rinis, and Ein pushed them up from the rear.

They passed through the warehouse area near the docks into the commercial district. They were able to skirt the crowds of bustling preoccupied shoppers. On the outside of the markets and stores, they came to the edge of the residential districts.

One house stood wider than most and had a black and gold iron fence along the street. It was subtle in its security but it was very secure looking nonetheless. Marcos led the group to the black lacquered double doors and knocked quickly.

A slat opened at the side and Marcos turned showing his gauntlet. With a rush, several locks were thrown and the door pulled open. Marcos led them in to an empty parlor that reeked of incense. Kaarthen couldn't see who opened the door since it pulled back into the corner. Before them, Marcos parted a curtain and they walked into an empty white paneled room with crème colored furniture. A bar on the left and slot in the wall like a restaurant's serving counter were unattended and left dark.

The pale women sat down subdued. After a moment, two women came down. One was a fairly tall red head with lively green eyes. She was well curved with a black dress and a red shawl. The other was short slim dark haired woman. She seemed nervous like a bodyguard. She wore dark pants and a blouse. She seemed to hide behind the other woman and was distinctly plain looking.

The red head spoke first. "Hello, Master Panthi, and greetings, Lady Vixtorixx." She said with a gracious curtsy.

Kaarthen noticed her accent compared to the other citizens in the city. She was from the tower.

"Hello, Lauren." Marcos nodded. "I come today in hopes that you may have room for Sisters we brought out from the cold."

The redhead 'Lauren' cocked her head curiously. "Oh?"

Marcos gestured to the fidgety group as they squirmed among themselves. "These women were captured in Sellis and used harshly though they have no scars." 

"Oh?" Lauren looked mollified at the fourteen women. 

They seemed unconcerned with being discussed and in their usual way, they seemed to move constantly without leaving the couch.

Marcos nodded and added quietly. "They have cravings. They are compliant, and if anything you will find they are overly accepting."

"Oh." Lauren took out a fan, fluttered herself, and seemed to think about what she could do.

"They are quiet and won't trouble you. I believe they have various experiences already. They are very well trained submissives."

"Oh." She said with understanding.

The dark haired short woman rudely pushed her. "Say something to him."

The redhead paused. "Fourteen women. You are allowing me use. You are not authorizing training. They are likely best used as fluffers, fuckdolls, or in the orgy rooms."

"That will be all." Marcos turned and stopped, and snuck a look at Janis. "I'll authorize training on whatever they can do." He quickly turned and left.

"What can they do?" Lauren asked Janis now.

"Listen most likely. Marcos likely meant them as gift to a foreign court. He'll send a few with a spy to augment them. They are simply quiet dolls who like cum." Janis tapped one of the quieter women on the head, she just stayed still looking down. One of the others looked over at her expectantly with bright eyes.

"I will train them." Lauren bowed.

Kaarthen noted the difference in manner as they left. Lauren was docile and obedient with Marcos, and almost militantly obedient with Janis.

Mara was disturbed for some reason by the thought and felt it was some how a troublesome contradiction to Marcos as the 'Master'.

She pondered this as she came out onto street where Marcos waited. The smaller group was able to travel more casually without the women.

They came back into the markets. Kaarthen was amazed at the plethora of food and goods. At the edges of the market, men in carts and stands sold cooked food for people. The smell reminded them all they had not eaten.

Marcos turned to them cheerily. "Never fear, we are near the embassy row. Nobles from around the world have houses here. We also have some of the best restaurants to choose from." 

Good as his word he guided them to open air restaurant. They sat in an enclosed courtyard off the street as the winter sun started to get up overhead. Around the walled section, potted plants created an environment to help them forget about their travels. 

Their table had an open bowl and after they sat, a quiet servant in white came up with a can and dumped coals into the bowl. She backed away and came back with a grill already loaded with vegetables and meats. She placed it in quickly over the hot coals, and left them to watch the food cook in front of them.

The group drooled over the display. Janis commented quietly. "This is how they cook in Dar Delis. They use lava to cook huge sticks of sheep and fish."

"Yes. The Red Temple administers the restaurant." Marcos said flipping over a celery stalk.

"It smells very good." Vieona admitted.

"They added seasonings from the wild islands. This restaurant is famous here in the city. It commands a high price only diplomats or nobles can eat here. Oddly enough it's a spy house for the Sisterhood."

Janis leaned in. "You know this?"

"Yes." Marcos said openly. "They don't spy on Menthino. Mavvus has a majority of diplomatic missions from City-states, much more than Dar Delis for obvious reasons. I allow the Sisters to do it here."

"I see, so they are in your debt for the information they glean." Janis said looking mildly disgusted.

"Yes, in fact Lauren and Augussi have a few girls here to help their operation, or incase they need a string cut." Marcos continued.

"And the Sisters don't know about all the girls you have among them I'm guessing." Janis shrugged.

"Not hardly." Marcos grinned obviously pleased. "It helps to keep tabs on what people are doing." Unfortunately, life intruded.

"Lord Panthi? Lord Panthi it is you." A small fat black man came over. He was a short pygmy only a few feet tall. With him, two other white skinny pygmies similar to Saucrem came over. All were richly dressed, barefoot, and wore odd knee length robes with baggy pants that also stopped at the knees. 

"Ah how wonderful this morning is." The richly dressed fat pygmy noted. "Much better than the rain of the last few days, yes?"

Marcos ignored the ruse. "Noble Diedlier. It is a pleasure."

He nodded quickly his jowls shaking. "Indeed, indeed. Will you be able to join me in my negotiations? I have audience with the Queen but I would value your esteemed opinion you see..."

Kaarthen picked up that it was a minor agreement on things like what wood to use for standard barrel making, and particulars of standardized barrel construction. Marcos was transparently uninterested in the conversation but the noble continued heartily pressing for a commitment from him. The women ate as Marcos was sucked into the conversation. He looked on helplessly as a second then a third grill plate were switched out as the ravenous women ate.

Finally, the women were satiated. Mara, Rinis, Ein, and Saucrem sat back content with greasy mouths rubbing their new stomach bulges. The Warrioresses were similarly relaxed and Darkenma snored lightly. Marcos had given in and ate quietly as the noble pressed him on the fine ins and outs of the barrels he wanted Menthino to start using.

Janis leaned in over to Kaarthen as they watched the men. "This is a majority of what he does. Nobles love to try and use him as leverage over the Queen. They do the same in Pessilberg. I left because this place is a rat warren. The Queen was raised on it. Marcos made it. They can keep it." Janis spat. "Soon, you'll be stuck in it, whether you want to or not. Even if you smile and never say anything, they'll notice you one day at Marcos' side. They'll send gifts and ask for audience. Then ask your thoughts, and ask if you can pass a message." She shrugged. "It is best not to be noticed if you ever have to be... direct with them. In fact, I have learned being unnoticed is best." She stood.

Only Mara and Rinis stayed as Marcos turned and watch Janis, Kaarthen, Ein and the Warrioresses depart. Janis led the women up the wide tree lined boulevard that had a garden down the center. Kaarthen was pleased the road led toward the north tower on the corner of the Citadel. She could see the upper tower and the tops of the three large oaks that grew atop the tower. In the cold of the end of fall, they were losing the last of their leaves.

Janis brought them up to a residence hall with a prominent coat of arms above the door. It was all done in the colors of Menthino and had the sigil of the 'Enthroned Crown'. Janis didn't have to knock before the door was opened by a somber grey servant. He brought them to the head butler who quickly set the Warrioresses up with rooms.

Janis was surprised when Metacari demurred. Kaarthen just told her that Metacari would be in the tower with them.

They left the two women who felt they needed to rest. Kaarthen then led the remaining three to the palace where they walked around to the entrance and came into the interior of the massive structure.

Janis looked at the voluminous interior. "It has always amazed me the size of the Palace. I will leave you now, I have apartments here. I'm sure we will see each other soon for dinner, or before the Queen. In fact there's Marcos now." She pointed out Marcos with Rinis and Mara, being led by the short noble who continued to gab about his needs and hopes.

Kaarthen couldn't suppress a giggle as she walked down to the tower with Ein and Metacari. They were received warmly by the tower women. However, it was obvious from the anxious expectant looks past her at the door it was subjective.

After finding out Marcos was in the palace, the women went out searching for him. She brought the remaining group up to the women's chamber. Metacari was introduced and warmly received before she sat among them. She was quiet as the woman looked her over. After their inspection they leaned against the sturdy Warrioress and she was quickly used as piece of furniture. As the smaller women lay on, or against her, Kaarthen told them the long quirky story of the Sellisian debacle.

They were marveling at the quick ejaculation with the Queen when Marcos came in. Trailing him was his loyal crowd and Augussi.

"Well, where are you with the story?" He asked walking over to sit down at a couch behind Kaarthen.

Kaarthen noted the puzzled look he gave Metacari who by now was under a fluffy pile of women.

Remy spoke first. "The story of your quick offering to the Queen, was she really so satisfying?"

"It wasn't just her." Marcos sighed. "I was...There was a woman earlier who was unsatisfying. I... was still... On edge..." Marcos struggled with his words and looked up in the air trying to find a proper word for the delicate mood he had for the feeling the scag left him with.

Mara came over and helped ease his mind. Rinis followed her over to release his pants and suckle him, she had gotten better lately. 

With a huff, Marcos just blurted what he thought. "I was ambushed by a king's scag whore who fucked me until she got off. I couldn't even fit in the bitch but once I did, the scag's pussy was useless. I blew off in the Queen because I was already wound so tight I would have burnt down the city to get back here." Marcos took a breath and sighed already feeling better. "It worked out. Mara got a hair, the king was further pushed towards a mental imbalance, and I cemented a lasting peace between the young country and our own. Mara can show you..."

Mara stood and stripped up and off her robe and leathers. Imperceptibly at first, she changed into 'Asmine' becoming taller, darker, and slimmer. The women were mollified by this spectacle.

"This was that bitch." Marcos stood and slung her over the couch arm. "She was useless. I had to wet her..." 

He crouched in behind her and lifted up her hips to his face. His rough grip picked up Mara's feet as his face pushed up into her hips. Under him, Rinis continued to suck him as he dived into Mara.

"Gahhahhhaaa!" Mara cried as her climax quickly hit. Her wet pussy oozed before the crowd.

"She just wanted to nut. But I..." Marcos stood, grabbed her elbows, and unceremoniously rammed Mara as she slumped over the couch arm. Her tightness was evident. The pussy she wore seemed to refuse him yet again. 

"That useless scag..." Marcos pulled back on her hair and slapped her ass raw. "That bitch's nasty mane caught on my gauntlet this way..." Marcos pushed relentlessly and popped through into her. 

Mara came the instant he took her. "Garrgggg." 

Marcos kept his hands around Mara's neck and gripped her tightly. "Useless ass, and her useless legs. I should've killed her, I should've killed her..." He roared over Mara as he rammed harder shaking her to pieces. 

If Kaarthen closed her eyes, she would think the slaps and fleshy impacts were from a brutal beating. The sound of the couch grinding over stone, the growls, grunts of a struggle, frightened sounding moans of distress, and the pair's hard breathing told the story of struggle of a different sort.

Mara choked and went into seizure with another climax as he rammed into the end of her tunnel. Behind her, Marcos pistoned her limp body mercilessly caring little of her pleasure. Kaarthen could feel the build up like a ball of lightening in Mara's mind. Already Kaarthen was trying to protect herself as the tide of pleasure rose. Metacari slumped over and her pussy gushed as she let her mind marvel at their connection and slid too close to the pleasure.

The women lying on, and around her looked mystified to how she could crumple in an obvious orgasm from being a voyeur. As she twitched, they started to play with her body experimenting on whether she was 'here'. Mara at this point was quite lost in her pleasure. She had retreated into the other women's linked minds, but was dislodged by Metacari's sympathetic orgasm. The effects were magnified by the double mirror effect as Mara, and Metacari watched and felt each other watching and feeling each other. 

With no place to hide the climaxes had come into their own and now their orgasms were feeding off each other in a vicious cycle as the curious women and Marcos kept them floating. Now even in their collective minds everything was submerged in white hot pleasure.

Like locks on a dam, the pressure built and burst into the connected women's minds. Ein's mind fell next. Her body was too hungry for sex. The seductive feelings pulled her into the maw the instant her curiosity was piqued. She stayed on her feet gazing blindly but was no longer aware of the room around her. Her pussy gushed down her leg and made noises like a growling empty stomach as it feverishly consumed itself.

Rinis stilled her mind, and like a statue cleverly placed under a gap in a waterfall, she was surrounded but not touched by the streaming force around her. 

Marcos finally pushed Mara down and away. He was still hard and very needy. "This was good. It was not as good last time." Marcos breathed. He looked over at the audience and his eyes fell on a woman nearby.

The woman had straight dark green hair and gold eyes, and she was leaning in towards him further and further. She seemed more hypnotized than most by the two. She was very skinny like Remy and had a deep olive tan. She wore a white shirt tied off to show her flat stomach and a wide hip wrap that was as modest as a belt. Her naked pussy was on full display the way she sat back to the side. Marcos grabbed for her harshly. He pulled her up, turned her around making her face the room. Grabbing the backs of her elbows and bending her forward, he lunged into the woman. 

"This is what..." Marcos and the woman came together just as he entered her and slid as deep as he could. 

The woman straightened as Marcos pulled her back onto his cock by the shoulders and pushed in his hips. They froze like that, no sound came from either until a wet gargling between the woman's legs started, and a mix of their fluids started splattering the ground in pulses.

Finally, their union was dissolved and Marcos' cock fell out. He cradled her and fell back to sit on the couch. Next to him, Rinis pulled him down to her breast and stroked his head as she had seen Kaarthen do. There were obvious differences in style. Rinis was smaller chested and had a tiny frame compared to the Amazon. She also kept an oddly blank face as she tried to emulate warmth and affection. Nevertheless, Marcos fell into her and rested as he held the other woman tenderly as well.

*****



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The Champion's Companion Ch. 19



Over the next few days, Janis was in the tower mostly to check on things. Kaarthen knew her to be making another move in the drawn out game of favor and dominance the Goddess' Priestess and Champion played. Marcos seemed to be especially busy in the Citadel briefing and reporting changes with Sellis and arranging for new statuses, diplomatic officers, emissaries, and trade terms. While Kaarthen was treated for the most part as another woman of the tower since she resided there with them, Janis seemed to be the grand matron for the tower's attention seeking women. When Marcos came into the women's room, he noticed the different shades of yellow the woman all wore. Coming upstairs to the roof, Marcos was astounded to see Janis teaching magic to several women as they sat around mimicking her closely.

Dinner was especially strained when the Priestess was visiting but eventually Janis left to return to Pessilberg, and the Warrioresses left to find their adventure west.

Kaarthen spent her winter days in the tower slowly growing larger though not yet showing her pregnancy. Her large frame did much to hold in the growing life within her. 

Being cooped up in the Tower was mind numbing after a while, and she ran out of distractions. She turned to anything she could to find some stimulation. She even started going to meetings in the Citadel with Marcos, but it was like being in a bird cage, and it also resulted in unsavory attentions from the nobles being cast on her.

Walking with Marcos back from another strategy meeting in the map room a flushed maid with a few grey hairs, ran up to them.

"Milady? Lady...Panthi?" She blurted in a rush.

Kaarthen grinned at the name. Amazon's didn't have last names, nor did most Sisters except those born outside the culture's ways. She could use the name of her enclave but she never had a need for a surname.

Kaarthen turned to the panting girl. "Sister Kaarthen is fine." 

"An audience with Milady Sepremset is requested for this evening."

Marcos turned at the name. "Oh? What is her audience for?"

"Milady wishes to meet the wife of our esteemed high advisor." The maid said giving a deep curtsy.

Marcos seemed to think it over then turned to her wordlessly. Kaarthen knew that he wasn't concerned anymore with what people thought of them. Other women in the tower had as much if not more time with him, but Kaarthen had time on her side. Titles were unimportant compared to that, and though most women coveted being a wife or a companion to a man so powerful, right now she would rather be out in the forest.

"I have time now." Kaarthen sighed. 

Winding around to through the halls into the apartments of the Citadel's long term guests, Kaarthen was brought to the suites of Lady Sepremset. Kaarthen was allowed to wait in a small shadowed parlor area next to the long narrow windows that looked over a balcony. Outside the day was overcast and the snow made everything a clean bright white. The wood paneled room was stifling with a small fireplace roaring with a crackling fire.

Kaarthen found the Noblewoman to be a tall pale dark haired woman of sultry beauty. Her slender frame was cloaked in a long dark robe drawn tight. She silently moved around the room and fixed tea for them before sitting.

"It is a pleasure to meet you." She said sitting after placing a cup before Kaarthen. "I am disappointed we haven't met earlier."

Kaarthen nodded silently wondering what she wanted. 

"Hmmm." The dark-eyed Noble regarded her closer and grinned trying to appear friendly. "How is the tea? Are you not familiar with our customs?"

Feeling anxious and trapped for some reason, Kaarthen looked around but the Goddess stopped her fidgeting and kept her from touching the offered cup. Looking up, she read the woman before her. Her mind was methodical and straightforward in its desire to find a weakness in the savage she though Kaarthen to be. Simply put, she was a conniving bitch who wanted to blackmail, or subjugate her. Kaarthen's tea cup was drugged, and even the sugar was laced. If this woman had leverage by getting something out of Kaarthen, she figured she would have control over Marcos as well.

Hearing enough of her thoughts to understand no good could come out of talking, Kaarthen shot the conversation. "This is disgusting tea." Kaarthen said without even touching it. "It would have been better if you had let a servant prepare it." She stood and moved out to the door.

"Wait! You can't just!" Lady Sepremset reached out and snatched at a hand but only scratched her.

Kaarthen spun and regarded her closer with narrowed eyes. "Do not touch me."

"I'm not done with you!" Lady Sepremset shouted at the towering Amazon. "And that's 'Milady' to you! Don't act as if you are even close to my title. Walking around like you're a titled Noble...Disgusting... You would be nothing if you weren't by that man's golden hand." 

Kaarthen spun on a heel to the door. "Now get out and whore yourself for meal!" The irate Noblewoman called to her retreating back.

Kaarthen's trip back to the Tower was a blur. Seeking a quiet place, she found an area in the library to pull herself together before something bad happened. Something Apocalyptic happened anyway, Mara's mind had gone quiet. Somewhere she was focused on something.

Dulia walked in from the maproom holding a stack of research papers. "Was that you slamming doors?"

"Yes," Kaarthen muttered.

"Be at ease." She said stopping in front of Kaarthen as she sulked. "Has your audience spiked a nerve? Since you are unaffiliated with all but this Tower, nothing untoward with the Lady Sepremset should have happened."

"How do you..." Kaarthen regarded her closer. "That bitch insulted me."

They spoke for a moment together and Kaarthen understood that unprepared, she was sucked into the Noblewoman's prepared territory with no plan.

"So when you left you did the simple thing, and the right thing. But, that was the last thing she wanted to happen. Since you weren't formal, you got to see what she was like informally also." Dulia rolled her shoulders.

"How can I get back at her?" Kaarthen said nodding.

"Well she is a widow of a general honored by all, so we don't move directly against her. However..." Dulia set down her stack of papers on a table nearby and came to stand infront of her. "She was his second wife and is childless. Her title is really only half-noble. A half title just means it won't be passed to children if she had any, or be kept if she married again. The children from the first wife kept the General's title, I believe, but they left the woman here when they came of age. It was a sad piece of drama a few years ago."

Kaarthen nodded. "So..."

"So, if you got a full title you could do what you wanted to her, unless you found some kind of leverage over her."

"That's what she was trying to do to me." Kaarthen spat.

"That's why Master hates stagnate nobles, their behavior devolves until they're all just trying to blackmail each other in an endless cycle."

"Well I just want to get to her." Kaarthen said looking up.

"Well you could kill her but Master would not be pleased with the questions. You could confront her privately, or you could get a title so she had to always respect you."

"What's best?" Kaarthen asked already feeling better.

"You could buy a title, but it is necessarily expensive. You would need to have a trade to make yourself legitimate, and appear independent of what our Master does. As a Noble, they will assign responsibilities to you from time to time, and you get a few privileges. You will have to pay for it with an annual title tax so most nobles have property, or a business to pay for it. Several Sisters have products they'd love to sell here. If you were a reliable partner you could get your title in no time."

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Lady Sepremset tried to get some sleep on the carpet hoping she couldn't be found in the small but well furnished parlor that had become her prison. It was hard knowing that once the sun went down the nightmare would start all over again.

Trying to calm herself, she repeated what her maid and fiancée had told her, "I'm just a girl, just doing what I'm told so everything will be fine."

Several days ago, perhaps a week or so, everything had been fine. It seemed so long ago, and it started with her chambermaid suddenly freaking out.

@@@ ONE WEEK EARLIER

"Take this back." Sepremset said noting the untouched tea. "I'll have some regular tea for now Dulcianne, and have our supper prepared for after Sir Binley's arrival."

The clatter of a dropped tray made her look up from her reading and sit up in her couch. 

"Dulcianne, are you—" She spun in time to catch sight of her maid charging. "Let me go! What are you doing? Dulcianne—"

Tumbling down on the floor, they wrestled between the coffee table and the comfortable couch she had been reading in. Unsure of what was happening, she struggled to get the crazed maid off her. Instead, she was tangled in her own dress struggling uselessly as she was straddled by her servant.

Once she pinned down her arms, the middle-aged maid Dulcianne, licked her thick lips and grinned down evilly as she pulled up the hem of her own dress and exposed her un-manicured thatch.

"Oh no you don't! Get off! You are fired, do you hear me? You are—" 

Dulcianne her maid of eleven good years sat up and dropped her hairy cunt right on her face. For a moment, she could only twist her head in protest, then the thick thighs of the domestic clamped down on her head pinning her face in the swampy crotch of her socially inferior servant.

Dulcianne dropped her skirts over the kicking Noble and began to grind herself on her nose, lips, and chin. She moaned lustily on her hands and knees as she rubbed herself to a climax. Several times the wriggling Noble screamed curses into her pussy as her face was painted in the maid's cum. 

After the shuddering stopped, Dulcianne rose up and leaned back so she could pull up her skirts and see the face of her chair slave. 

Not wasting a moment, Sepremset launched into her attempts at chastening her and taking back control. "You have gone too far. This is improper and I will have you out of this castle before you can even-- How dare you laugh at me! If you don't move this instant it will only get much worse for you!"

Dulcianne just relaxed and raised her hips even higher, and tilted her pelvis taking aim at the babbling Noble. The tingling urge arrived, and maid let herself relax and release.

With a loud birdlike squawk, Sepremset foolishly opened her mouth in the stream of hot shame the maid shot her with. Once it got in her mouth, she went into frantic seizures both trying to get the taste out, and to get herself out the line of fire. Dulcianne watched all this with thinly veiled amusement as she turned her hips to follow the wriggling nobles head with her yellow stream.

Greatly satiated, Dulcianne hauled herself up and stood over the Noble with her feet on the slender woman's wrists. Weak from the struggle and greatly demoralized from feeling of smelly wetness splattering her face, the Noble seemed withdrawn. Sepremset sobbed quietly at the injustice done to her.

Silently the maid pulled her dress up and off and stood in her small clothes looking at the crying Noble with a gleam in her eye. The domestic only wore stockings for the cold and a camisole under her wool and linen dress. Looking down at her benefactor, her blue eyes were filled with mirth.

Bending down, Dulcianne got off the prone woman and started roughly stripping her. Turning her body this way and that to get her expensive dress off of her, Sepremset tried to kick her ravisher away only to get beaten with hard slaps and several well aimed punches.

"Why are you doing this to me? Why?" The Noblewoman whined.

The strong woman bent and picked up the slender brunette. Holding her like she weighed nothing, Dulcianne lifted Sepremset high into the air making the Noble blush as she curled up like a worm on a hook to cover her nudity. She chuckled at he impotent woman and brought her over to a chair. Using strips of her own ruined dress, the maid tied her up.

"What are you going to do to me?" Sepremset asked tiredly.

Hoisted to sit backwards with her head on the chairback, she was tied down by her legs, and shoulders with her arms behind her back. With her naked ass out and exposed over the seat edge, she felt herself moisten.

"Oh please, what are you doing?" She begged with her eyes clenched hearing Dulcianne moving about the room.

A knock at the door shocked her. "Sir Binley is here," She muttered as her mind came around to understanding. "SIR BINLEY IN HERE! I'm in here!"

After a moments pause, she heard talking in the apartment's entryway. "Binley!" She screamed louder over and over.

Pausing again to listen for her rescuer, she was puzzled by the silence. "Nooo..." She whimpered losing hope.

The sound of shuffling steps roused her and she turned to see. After a moment, the average looking light brown haired man stepped out into the room. He was usually a boring man but now he had a feral look in his blue eyes and seemed off kilter.

"Well, look at you," He said walking forward lazily. 

"Let me out it's the maid, she's gone crazy!" Sepremset urged. Suddenly the slender brunette noticed his clothes were rumpled and disheveled. "What happened to you Binley?"

She watched him move over to her and circle her appraisingly.

"A girl has a nice body for me I see." He said menacingly.

"What?" Lady Sepremset sputtered. "Let me free! It was the maid, Dulcianne, she—"

"Shut up!" He snapped.

He walked around to face her and pulled out his cock in one move. Already hard it was an impressive size. Sepremset had never actually seen it. She preferred to have intimacies only in the darkest rooms under the blankets. Seizing her by the back of the neck, he moved forward with obvious intent.

Watching the swollen purple head unsheathe and get closer, Sepremset stared at it hypnotized. "Wait, Binley wai—"She whimpered as he shoved his cock up into her mouth and gagged her.

At his angle, he couldn't use her throat but he still lunged his impressive cock into her mouth nonetheless. Sepremset made various loud wet noises as she learned quickly how to work with a cock in her mouth. Holding her chair, he rocked her back and forth. He only paused when his cock fell out despite her muffled squeals.

Finally, he crammed into her yet again, and held tight to unload into her mouth. His cum and her drool dripped out the corners of her mouth as he stayed locked onto her head. Unable to do anything more, she swallowed his cum with her eyes shut, and gasped in the sweet air when he fell back.

"Always wanted to do that." He muttered.

"You'll let me go now?" She whispered.

"What are you stupid?" He shouted at her. "You're mine now. Your ass is mine!" He walked behind her and toppled the chair so she landed hard on her face in the carpet.

With her ass in the air, he rained down blows on her naked rear. "Are you wet for it?" He inquired pushing in his dry thumb. It seemed to burn its way into her unprepared pussy.

"That's no good." He gave her naked sex a harsh slap that made her see stars. Her pussy pulsed from the pain.

He speared her pussy again with his thumb and came up dry. "Still no good?"

He repeated his slaps and probes as the distraught noble woman sobbed into the floor. Her body gave him what he wanted but he continued until she was very wet and wriggled in anticipation.

He tossed off his pants. "What now hmm?" He said moving over the chair legs to squat over her. 

"Please." She sobbed on the floor. "Please let me go. Just... I'm sorry."

"She says she's sorry?" He chuckled. 

"You're mine." He stood over her ass and squatted bring their parts together. "All of you." He said as he sank into her slowly reveling in his power over her. "And this is the hole where I take apologies from."

He pulled her face off the floor and rocked the chair on its two back legs as he fucked her from behind. Lady Sepremset could only wheeze, sob, and sniffle quietly as he used her. Holding up the chair back, he rocked her. She kept cringing in fear of being dropped as he fucked her. As his cock began to swell with a pending eruption, he stood up the chair and came around to use her mouth again.

"Suck it good," He breathed as he ruthlessly jammed the fat purple head of his cock into her mouth. "Or you'll be more then just the sorest whore in the Palace come sunup." 

She complied crying anew and used her mouth as best as she could with her limited experience. The smell of their mixed sweat made her want to avoid touching his cock with her tongue but he wised up quickly.

"What are you doing whore?" He asked as he pulled his cock out from her mouth and smacking her with it across her eyes, lips, and cheeks. "I said suck it!"

"Please, I'm not a whore." She pleaded. "Binley, please don't treat me like this."

His expression got stony, his blue eyes looked at her with no warmth or emotion. Weren't his eyes darker? Perhaps brown? "Suck it, girl."

"Please Binley don't make me—"

Quickly, he slapped her with a hand of steel that would have sent her sprawling. Tied to the chair, her head could only spin so far and her eyes bounced around in their sockets.

As she was reeling from his blow, he pulled her off the chair overpowering the shredded strips of her former dress, and pulling her through them. The ties burned her and chaffed as he tugged her free. Pulling her to her feet, he took care to make sure she was coming around again before he gave her another swat that crumpled her across a nearby coffee table.

"You are no one now! Just 'a girl'." He shouted as she fought to stay awake. "SAY IT!"

Too rattled to follow his command, Sepremset tried to acquiesce. "I... Mercy?" She sputtered quizzically. It was obvious she would say anything to end this even though they had just begun.

"Stupid girl! Say it!" 

"I'm not a--" In a flash, Binley dropped and gave her a punch that took her breath away.

Holding her abdomen, Sepremset wheezed pitifully as she tried to curl into a fetal position. "Oh I can't—" 

Binley rocked her face with another slap. "If you can talk, you can breath! Now say your name girl."

Sepremset's eyes widened as she heard him. "You can't--" Another harsh slap rocked the already rattled brunette and rolled her along the ground.

"I'm no slave!" She shouted curling up as best she could.

Binley dropped pretenses and pummeled her as she scratched and clawed. Choking her, he banged her head against the floor as they struggled, and she passed out.

Hours later, after the fire had gone out in the room and the cold winter air crept in, Sepremset opened her eyes in the darkened parlor. Still nude, she looked for clothing as her slender frame shivered. In the darkened room, she was unaware of a thing moving in the dark with her.

Strong heavy hands grabbed her from behind as she fumbled around, and heaved her down on to the floor. The person put most of their weight on her head and pinned her with her hips in the air. Again, she was glad for the plush rugs of the Palace, as she smelled the smoky rug. The weight behind her seemed to enclose her whole body as the seemingly giant person crouched behind her.

The weight pulled back and suddenly she was left cold. A heavy hand returned to her back while another roughly groped her pussy. The warm touch became softer as it felt her out. Sliding between her lips, it kept from penetrating her as it slide achingly slowly along her bud. Her breathe caught and before long she was gasping and simpering wantonly from the mystery lover's touch.

Writhing under the molestation, her body burned even as she shivered in the cold dark room. Her moaning turned to strained grunts and mewling as the hands expertly worked her over.




The Champion's Companion Ch. 19



Her lover muscled her across the couch onto the cushions so that her hips were on the couch arm high in the air, as she laid on the couch with her shoulders on the seat. It must have been a sex monster. Its tongue slipped deep into her with a succubus' carnal awareness. Like a beast, its whole mouth fell over her pussy and bit her bud, instantly it made her scream in release. 

Sepremset was made to climax again and again. After the first five intense set of orgasms, she was drained and huffed as she was held up for more. After the next five, she couldn't take anymore, and pleaded release. Five more saw her struggling like a weak kitten desperate for escape. Another five, and she only cried as it continued, she would never want sex again. Another five and her grasp of how long she had been punished, and by how many people, was a confused notion to her. Another five, and she was no longer using her brain for higher reasoning. Like a lost animal, she was yearning to leave the thing that gripped her and held her upside down as her body burned and her pussy throbbed. 

"Good girl." The voice whispered as her lover stopped. 

The dark haired noble woman was unaware her slender body was no longer restrained as she was made to climax. She heard it stand over her. Flopping over, she tried to crawl away off the couch into a dark corner on the floor. Some part of her mind noted in panic that she was still being followed by the shadowy figure.

Before she could tuck herself away underneath a table, she was snatched up again by a strong hand. Hoisted by the neck and held high so her feet couldn't touch the floor she was unsure of what held her. It seemed as dark as the room's deep shadows.

"You're my girl aren't you?" It whispered. "Just a good girl for me?"

The noble woman panicked unsure. Sepremset ventured a guess. "Yes?"

A thick cock came up against her sex as she dangled. She moaned at the warmth that burned her oversensitive pussy. 

"No..." She whined.

The hands dropped her to stand on the ground and shifted to hold her from behind by the elbows.

Its cock again met her hole and slid in between her lips slowly. As the huge heavy head slid along her bud and nuzzled her hole, Sepremset was shocked by the feel of it tingling within her. Her pulsing pussy lit up as the cock made contact and her mind was focused on where their bodies met. She could feel herself swelling and opening for the inevitable.

"A girl wants this?" A voice no more than a whisper asked from behind her.

"Ahhh.." The noble woman whimpered cringing. 

"Take this girl." It hissed from just behind her ear as it reared back.

The cock came forward and speared her bottom picking her up slightly from the impact. 

"Aahh!" The surprised brunette shrieked. Under the assault, the slender brunette fell back onto her rapist as the huge demanding cock continued to push deep into her. It claimed her body inche by inche as she was ravished. Her body stretched in new ways as the hot meat's pumped into her. Her pussy slid over every vein, and bump as more and more of the cock was made to enter her.

A comforting gentle warmth fell on Sepremset as she was penetrated and fucked. The gentle softness she lay back on felt like huge breasts but she didn't think too much on it as she strived to hold in the massive girth. 

Like before, she climaxed continuously as the she was spit. Unlike before it was unintentional, and she came several times before the whole of the cock slid into her. As it met the end of her tube and battered into her womb, its massive girth swelled within her even more. Finally, their hips met after an impossible amount of stretching. The heavy hairless balls grazed her bud and she took a breath as she realized the cock wouldn't kill her at the very least.

The lover paused also as she held it weighty cock within her, and arced up to burrow into her still deeper. An intense warmth issued forth from the giant hose. Like a wild snake, it seemed to wobble within her as it jetted out spurts in a continuous stream filling her with a sweat inducing warmth. For hours, she was held close as the gushing cock loaded her up until her belly swelled. Once done, it kissed her cheek and pulled away leaving her again shivering on the ground looking bewildered. 

"Just a cold girl on the floor aren't you?"

Too stunned to move, she could only roll towards the warmth giving voice. "Yess?"

"My girl." It seemed amused by her and reached a hand up to stop her as she moved closer. "You are my girl." It patted her with a heavy hand. "Sleep girl."

For what felt like only a few minutes she did.

"WAKE!"

Sepremset shot her eyes open to find Dulcianne over her. Her pale blue eyes hardened with hate. She noticed the smell of cooked breakfast meats next as she blinked in tired confusion.

Dulcianne's face broke into a sneer. "Hungry girl?"

Sepremset flinched at the title.

"Well are you?" Screeched Dulcianne, as she grabbed her former Mistress's chin with a coarse hand. Oddly, Sepremset noticed the feeling of roughness seemed to find its way to her loins. "Must be cold too, aren't you, girl? Did you find a way to get the warmth you needed?"

Sepremset blushed, and tried to slap away the hand but couldn't break her grip. She could only look away as the cruel eye's of her servant confronted her.

"Calm down slut." The maid snickered standing over the ruined woman hiking up her dress. "You'll have to be nicer than that to get your food. In fact you gotta work extra hard to get any of it now." Dulcianne bent her over the couch again so her face was up on the cushioned seat and squatted over her face. "Here, let's see just how hungry a little bitch like you is."

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"Where's Mara?" Marcos wondered aloud looking over the practice room.

"She's with her girl, Master." Ein replied quietly from behind him. "She's helping the Mistress." 

"What about your Mistress?" Marcos asked, "Will she come out of the library and share the day?"

Ein lifted a brow. "Mistress is busy. She is pleased with your concern nonetheless, and sends you her compliments." Ein added and walked off to practice with a bow.

Marcos wondered what all that meant but was distracted as usual by his harem.

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Dulcianne sat smiling warmly at the wet noble woman at her feet. 

"Can I eat now?" The naked brunette pleaded from the floor.

After licking her former chamber maid to a loud climax twice, she had been doused in piss for taking too long to do it. Now her food was cold, but she didn't care she needed to eat.

"A girl wants to eat?" Dulcianne asked coyly opening her legs again.

"Please..." Sepremset pleaded looking away ashamed at what she had been made to do.

"Please?" Dulcianne almost laughed. Her blue eye twinkled as she grinned. "What does a girl want?"

"Please... I want to--" Dulcianne jumped forward and slapped her. 

"How do you know what I want girl?" She snarled, then sat back. "A girl should just say what she wants."

Holding her cheek, Sepremset looked at her wide-eyed. "You want me to--?"

"Say 'This girl wants food ma'am' and maybe a girl will get fed." Dulcianne urged.

"T-t-this girl wants food." Sepremset stuttered slowly. "Ma'am." She added after Dulcianne tensed, and narrowed her eyes.

"Good, good. Know your place and you'll get treated better." Dulcianne cooed suddenly happy. She dropped a plate at her feet and kicked it over to the Noblewoman. "Eat well, I believe Sir Binley will be arriving shortly." She stood, and walked into the front area of the apartment leaving Sepremset to eat like an animal on the floor.

Walking past the body of the maid, Mara came to the pile of Binley's clothes and redressed before going back out in his form. It had been her plan to stay silent in Dulcianne's form, but, Sepremset was making progress that need to be continually reinforced.

"Hello girl, did you miss me?" He boomed walking into the room.

Sepremset looked up at him in shock as she sat eating with her hands from the plate on the floor.

"Don't stop on my account girl. You look absolutely famished." He said walking over to the sofa.

Waiting for her to finish, Binley called her to him. "Today a girl will show me her body to get me excited. Start by spreading your cheeks and rubbing your bud. I want you to enjoy this too."

Slowly she complied. Standing with her legs in a wide stance, she faced away from him and reached back to dig between her cheeks. Rubbing herself from behind, she was surprised at how easy it was to at least appear aroused when he couldn't see her face. 

"Good, good. Now I don't want you getting loud. I believe Dulcianne is resting." He stood and came up behind her. "Let's see what we can get up to while you stay quiet."

He reached up and grabbed a breast roughly. "I don't care what the other people in the Palace say about their small size, I like this girl's pitiful breasts sometimes."

Sepremset blushed and fought a moan as he tugged her breast. He brought his other hand behind her to her ass as she played with her pussy. 

Digging his thumb into her asshole as he spoke to her, "The girl is going to have to open up this last hole here." He snarled.

Stepping back with a sneer he barked at her. "Don't look at me like that whore." 

"Bend over girl. Give me your ass." He growled, but Sepremset balked. "Bend. Over." He repeated menacingly. 

Slowly she moved. "The girl should also grab her ankles and bend her knees."

Moving to comply, she watched helplessly from between her own legs as he dropped his pants. His hard cock seemed huge and over shadowed his balls. The bulbous head peeked out from its foreskin and wept pre-cum that dripped in long globs. She watched it twitch and continue to lengthen.

"Don't move girl and don't make a sound. You'll like this, maybe not at first though." With that, he pushed in his cock.

Sepremset flushed as he pushed into her. His cock slid in remarkably easily though it was quite painful. Once he had it in, Binley thrust into her brutally with hard strokes that went in deep. For a long time the only pleasure she got was the infrequent slaps of his balls.

Once the noble woman got into it, her first anal encounter was still a nightmare. Binley got her body to climax once as he rubbed her bud, and came with her the second time as her ass clenched on his burning cock. After shooting a heavy load into her bowels that seemed to burn her even more, he backed away and let her enjoy the fading warmth and curl up in a ball as her ass dripped blood and cum.

"Quite enjoyable girl." Binley remarked moving back to the couch. "Come clean my cock. I don't want girl shit on it."

Sepremset hesitantly moved over to him. She could only crawl since the pain was blocking out her lower body. Still sobbing, she held herself over his cock. But at the moment of truth, she backed away.

"Girl, what is wrong? My cock that pleased a girl will be used again." Binley noted. "Since this girl enjoyed it, why not clean it and put it away?"

Sepremset looked up at him pleading. "Please don't... This...girl doesn't want..."

"I see." He said nodding to her. "I will do it for the girl since she can't." Binley stood making her shiver despite herself. 

"I will mercifully push it around in her mouth so the girl can just close her eyes and relax." He added nodding faster. "The girl doesn't need to do anything this way." 

"I want to help the girl..." Sepremset froze as he tilted her head and brought her up to his cock. 

The wide purple head of his cock met her lips and pushed in as she looked up him wide eyed. "...I'll do all the work for the girl..." Her face was a perfect picture of helpless submission as he slid into her mouth and angled down deep into her throat. She only whimpered as he slid in all the way until his balls hit her chin. Working slowly and timing her breathes, he bobbed her neck back and forth as Sepremset closed her eyes. When he eased back, she looked up at him almost blankly as he pointed his cock at her face and started shooting ropes of sticky cum across her face and hair.

@@@@@@ONE WEEK LATER

Marcos looked over the new company charter Kaarthen seemed so proud of. "So you own a winery, a vineyard, and have a ship now? Are you sure people will want your wine, or those grapes for that matter?"

Kaarthen smiled. "That's the risk I'm willing to take as an 'entrepreneur'. The chartering office wasn't so skeptical of the plan. They barely asked a question, I was surprised to get everything done in a day."

"We'll they'll be getting paid regardless," Marcos shrugged. "Besides, they usually deal with couriers, or the bulk from satellite offices."

"Can I ask why you did this?"

"Certainly. I wanted to do something my self." Kaarthen mused taking back her charter and looking at it again. "To be honest the grapes are very healthy. When I made them, I was able to pack them with lots of extra things to make them so good you could eat them by themselves. They're good for pregnant women, and will cure several fertility issues..." 

Kaarthen said building up steam. "I wouldn't be surprised if every ship bought the raisins to serve to keep the crew healthy. Already a few restaurants have asked for a reserved section of the vineyard for my wine, and next season I'll be getting the wine and a few grapes on every plate in Mavvus, then Menthino, then the world!"

"Interesting." Marcos grinned and popped a grape in his mouth. The taste wasn't at all what one could expect. As Rinis leaned over him to grab one her tiny hand accidentally on purpose went onto his cock. It reminded him of something... 

"By the way, have you seen Mara?"

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The Champion's Companion Ch. 20



I'm so glad to post again. I got a lot more stories. This episode is like a little hinge between things. I will follow it up with more once I decide which story should go next...



Days turned to weeks in the long winter. Babies were delivered, it became the season of children in the tower. In a room in the upper tower, Marcos lounged with Kaarthen and several other pregnant women. In his arms, he held Eist, the baby Aliss had given birth to recently. Aliss sat in the back of the room with her pregnant mother Salenne. The two tittered and cooed quietly over the bulging stomach of Salenne. Most women in the tower revered pregnancy as the highest form of existence. The goddess nestled in Kaarthen whole heartedly approved.

As the room quietly enjoyed the day, Augussi entered the room and crossed over to him. "Master?"

Marcos was brought out of a daze. "Hmm?" he looked up and regarded her violet hair, and hazel gold eyes. Her bronze tan had lightened a bit over the winter, and her purple hair wasn't sun bleached to a lavender color. Overall she looked different, and slightly darker. 

"A petition from Pessilberg." She said showing her note. It was elaborately sealed and stamped with black and gold ribbon under a bright yellow wax crest.

"Read it." Marcos grumbled and adjusted himself in his chair. 

She removed the seal then flipped it open. "Marcos : Information recently obtained, indicate issues with the court in Lafaust. Our ring of informants has reported a rumor that the Crown prince is under undo influence from his mother. I request this is resolved before his coronation."

"Bitch." Marcos spat. The baby stirred but stayed quiet while watching him intently.

Kaarthen hissed from behind him snacking on huge Virgilian grapes. They were juicy, seeded, and deep purple in color. She hadn't yet harvested yet from her vineyard so she had been making transmutations from regular grapes for the women to sample. It turned out to be wonderful practice for using magic. "When is the coronation?" She asked.

Dulia stepped into the room as she spoke. In her hand, she held another larger sheet and handed it to Augussi. She replied as Augussi read the papers. "By law, it is within three weeks of the King's death. The ceremony for the Immortal crown is done here in Mavvus." 

"I don't want to go into Lafaust. I hate cold weather." Marcos grumbled. "How long does the king have?"

Dulia responded while moving to the window looking out into the overcast day of mid winter. "Months, maybe weeks. He is assisted getting around but now he mostly stayed in quarters. He is declining rapidly." She looked out at the city. It hadn't yet snowed enough to stick. Mavvus was a somber grey under the winter clouds, and the palace grounds were subdued. With most activities taking place underground, or in the huge buildings bulwarks, only a few servants, and stable boys had reason to be out.

"He's only sixty something." Marcos pouted. "That's pretty early for them." 

"Eighty two, Master. He will be eighty-three in a week after the new years." Dulia corrected. She turned to him from the window. "We have known of the situation for some time now Master. We can kill the woman before she continues to subjugate him any further."

Marcos snorted quietly and rocked the baby. "Incest isn't a big issue for nobles. There isn't much of a scandal if it blows up."

Dulia pushed. "His mother? She is from the principalities in the east. The Scorrs, I believe. People are sensitive to knowing undue influence is on our Crown from a easterner. The Principalities have a long history of manipulation for power. It is best not to allow Mavvus to get a taste of their style of intrigue. Besides, at twenty six and unmarried, he will only cause more scandal if this continues." 

"I am sensitive to sexual issues. If he is happy, we can't ruin it because she 'shouldn't' be fucking him." Marcos leaned back rocking the baby and looking at its already manifest beauty. "Love is a fickle thing. He will want what we try to deny him." 

Augussi cleared her throat and spoke up. "Then when?"

Marcos inhaled and spoke quietly as if afraid the walls would hear. "After the King dies, poison her, and let them be burned together. It will give our diplomats a clean break in dealing with the Principalities. Bards will sing of legendary love of the two. I assume you have a wife in mind for him?"

"Indeed. Our last one was sent back after some weird ritual between the two." Dulia announced. "The prince lay with her crying nearly the whole time, and rushed off to his mother when they were done. She was ejected from court in Lafaust the next day. 

"Interesting." Marcos said hugging the quiet babe tighter.

"Perhaps Mara can go." Kaarthen offered. "She has professed a desire to kill again these last few days, and it would be good for her to get out and feed her hungers."

Marcos thought for a minute of the bloodbath his homicidal fuckpet would reap if given the chance, or a reason. "No... Perhaps something more delicate is needed."

Kaarthen continued undeterred. "She knows how to restrain herself. Lafaust would only loose some undesirable characters."

Marcos waved at her dismissively. "I only let her do that in Pyressel because we wanted information and it was a city-state far from our borders. She could kill somebody necessary slinking around the alleys of Lafaust. Have her go to the black temple she can challenge people there."

Augussi winced. "Ahh..."

Kaarthen spoke up for her. "She's already emptied it."

"Damn, those people were useful." Marcos stopped to think. "These are the problems I meant when you picked up the little dirty things. Six hundred years of sexual slavery in a dungeon, and now she's not quite right. Send her to Lafaust. Metacari should escort her, and have her work closely with one of our trained sisters so she may learn how to work in the shadows..." Marcos paused. "And help our little 'information bureau' replenish itself. Nobles will turn to someone for their dirty work, and we need to know who, what, where, and when."

"Yes, Master." Augussi and Dulia said in unison and turned to exit.

Marcos stopped them before they left. "Kill whoever you need too over there. Prince Carsol has always been very soft, and a little too soft hearted. I have worried what would happen if someone influenced his soft mind as a King. I don't want to have those worries anymore." He finished gravely and tickled the babe in his arms.

"Yes, Master." The women responded and left.

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Ein and Rinis started to get out of the Citadel more as Kaarthen had grown larger. After her childbirht they kept up the practice since Kaarthen was still occupied. Princess Ruegin was only too happy to spend the day with them as they went into the city and bathed in the heated waters of the Red Temple.

As Kaarthen's bored mind rode along with them, and reveled in their surroundings, they sat talking about the issues the Princess had to address. Around them, nude women and others in bead skirts, or diaphanous wraps lounged in the bathing area decorated in red velvet, grey marble, and gold rope.

Women of high class gathered socially in the temple. Few were actually present to celebrate their menses. Most were avoiding responsibilities outside by getting massages, sleeping, eating, or talking quietly. The temple's novices went around offering oil, and refreshments as everyone relaxed with a heavy sheen of oil glistening over their bodies.

As Princess Ruegin spoke, she had a novice on her shoulder's rubbing away her stress. Princess Nossin sat in the waters across from them quietly enjoying herself. Her Hjordis sat deeper in the waters next to her and seemed to relax with her head back and eyes closed. At her shoulder were her sword and dagger. Princess Ruegin's Hjordis stood separately fully clothed, and walked around the sunken tub. Both were ready at a moment's notice.

"I just picked out where I'll go to lead when my sister has the crown." Princess Ruegin remarked absently.

"Where will you go?"

"As a Duchess, and heir apparent until my sister has her daughter, I will get a large but fairly distant area to govern. I'm thinking of a colony out in the Western sea."

"How are Menthino's colonies?" Ein muttered to keep the conversation going.

"A waste. We got them signed over in a treaty after a war some time ago, but Lord Panthi has problems with the idea of extending ourselves in that direction. As it is we allow the natives too much free reign. I went once." Princess Ruegin laid her head back and closed her eyes. "The locals are just some silly pygmies. They picked that time to revolt, and I had to wipe out a village along the coast. I almost lost a whole patrol of Battlemaidens to the little monkeys." She sighed. 

"I didn't get any sleep last time I was there. When I get ashore this time, I'm sure they'll lay down their arms rather than resume the nightmare. I will bring each and everyone of them to the bosom of the dark mother myself if I have too. If they don't come to my merciful hand, it'll be an interesting few years at first. Lord Panthi has books on ways of bringing terror to large populations. I read of a few methods I want to try..."

"If you go out west to the Colony Islands won't you be right next to Sellis?" Ein asked slowly.

"Yes, west of sellis and south of Dar Dellis, but don't worry about that. I have started to keep an eye on that budding empire. One day it'll have a King, and I might be in a position to capitalize..." Princess Ruegin remarked. "In fact I am in talks about heading over to Munklin...Their Crown prince is dead, and the Royals are quite old already. If I started there then Sellis would fall the day Monto takes the crown."

"No less than what he deserves," Ein giggled. "You will be an excellent Queen, and I would love to see it happen."

Two women entered the Temple then. One was shorter than average, and dressed matronly. She strutted like she was the dame of a house, and wore her slightly grayed hair in a tight bun. Behind her was a tall slender dark haired woman wearing a hooded robe opened to show her naked body. 

The one in front led her by a wispy chain wrapped around the other woman's neck. Only an occasional glint of light told people watching that it was there. Just as the attention on the mysterious pair reached its peak, the two stopped and they both disrobed.

Various hisses went up around the room as the noblewomen recognized their peer.

"Lady Sepremset..." Princess Ruegin noted raising herself up in the water till her pink nipples came up to get a good view as the room gathered tighter around the exhibition. "Oh isn't this delicious." 

Left exposed in the room, the pale brunette Lady Sepremset, shivered lightly under the gazes of the women. After a moment of humiliation, Lady Sepremset was pushed down low by the dame leading her until she sat back on her knees. Though her eyes protested, she was pulled forward into the bush of the older woman who grinned down at her with mischievous eyes. Keeping the chain taut, the older woman rode her face till her body started to sweat, and her neck, chest, and back flushed red. Backing off slightly, she knocked the slender woman over to lay back, and quickly rubbed her bud over her as she spread open her flower.

Finally, the older woman gave a choked gasp over her silent partner as her pussy gushed onto her. Around the room, several other nearly naked women were masturbating from the display. Not all had just lust in their hearts.

As the first woman stepped back, another moved in and came to a wet climax just as she stepped over the unresisting form of Lady Sepremset. Again and again, the oiled semi-naked noblewomen roused themselves to orgasm and doused the prone brunette's slim pale body from head to toe. 

Some women coming back for more pulled her face up to their pussies and used her head to grind against until they could cum again.

Satiated, the room full of women ignored her and returned to lounging around, and enjoying the food, drink, and massages the temple offered. Mara pulled up her charge, and pulled her to the cold cleansing waters that ran through the center of the purity room like a shallow indoor river.

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In a Citadel, a tall muscular woman with pale skin, white hair, dark eyes that glinted metallically, and youthful feminine looks lounged sideways on a backless couch in a library. Her belly was expaned with pregnancy as she ate grapes and stared of into space.

"The King is dead." She announced quietly.

Behind her, a dark tanned woman with purple hair and gold eyes wrote down something while a blond with dark eyes and a curvy body looked over.

"What of the marks? Have we decided which to remove?" She asked quietly.

"One killed the other, she is dead. By suffocation. Mara is preparing to tell a story of her killing herself upon the news of her one true loves death."

"Creative." The blond mused. "What of the boy-King?"

"He is exerting himself with Aurelia. He has already given her his seed."

Behind them, the purple haired woman spoke up.

"Please inform Master that all actions are complete in Lafaust. He will need to be available for coronation."

The lounging woman replied. "Rinis has told him everything."

"Excellent, I'll send our notes to Pessilberg. Those two should be recalled immediately."

"They'll be on the next coach that leaves tonight."

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The preparations for the coronation went off without a hitch. The new King came down the canal with Lady Aurelia, his bride to be. The princes also came on a royal barge with a large group of other nobles. The party was greeted on the grounds of the palace as they stepped out into the clear bright winter's day. The little snow the city received was nearly gone, and already talk of spring was buzzing in the tower.

"Welcome to Mavvus, Brothers." Queen Mensillin said curtsying graciously.

Flanking her were the three princesses, Marcos, Kaarthen, General Creighton, and the Citidel's assembled servants, guards, and Hijordis.

The tall blonde handsome King holding his beautiful raven-haired bride to be. Both wore rich heavy robes lined in ermine. "I am honored Sister." He responded magnanimously.

Behind him formed a train of nobles from Lafaust, visiting dignitaries, and friends of court headed by his brothers. The shorter yet identical Prince Luthero headed the group. He was wearing a suit of dark steel armor with a black striped silk coif around his neck. Marcos though it made him look too fashionable but didn't speak.

Next was the slightly darker haired Prince Billile who was the King's height of six feet. He was a notorious 'man of women' and his cheery smile seemed infectious to those around him. He was clad in only a chest plate and wore dark linen clothes underneath. He had a red and yellow sash about his waist for gaiety and leather thigh-high riding boots only a pirate would wear. 

Prince Neasar the quiet came next and nodded to the Queen and kissed her hand. He was her only male child and as rules stated, he ad been raised to be King. He was blonder than the others, and very similar to the Queen's delicate features of thin eyebrows and pink puckered lips. Despite his pretty boy appearance, he was as ruthless as anyone, and just as capable. 

The last was the Prince Sidwell. He was taller than Prince Neasar, and pale with dark hair that didn't match anyone. He eschewed mixing into the crowd and nodded to Marcos and the Queen before backing away. Kaarthen noted the looks he gave Marcos. The two had an obviously unpleasant history. 

The assembled group paraded into the Citadel talking in loud joyous voices. That night the city celebrated the eve of a new King with wild festivals. Menthino held banquets and feasts in every town from the chaos lands to the Moxle. 

The next morning, after a late breakfast, Marcos, Kaarthen, Janis, and the royals were all in the Queen's lounge. The normally shuttered windows were open. The usually dark wood paneled room decorated in black and purple felt crowded, though everyone was seated comfortably. The Queen began the meeting with several questions and gave Marcos time at the end to get some answers.

"I understand you wish to marry while in Mavvus?" He asked the King quietly.

"Yes it is my hope to be married while we are here. Aurelia has asked that you do it." He gestured to his dark haired fiancée who nodded.

Marcos nodded back and grinned slightly. "Has she now? I will accept." He paused. "Have you thought of the day?"

The two set a day and had the wedding planned for the next day in the Citadel. The Coronation was to be done that night however, and Marcos was careful to speak with everyone to deal with any problems.

"Well then, all orders of business are concluded." Marcos sighed.

"Actually Lord Panthi, there is something." Prince Neasar started to say.

Marcos was growing weary of the slowness after the already long meeting over the planned nuptials. "Well, what?"

"The principalities want a marriage. 

"Oh?" Marcos mused.

Prince Neasar blushed looking away. "The principalities seem to all have daughters they are willing to marry off." The prince inhaled and finally blurted. "Our close allies of the region, the Scorrs I believe, are looking for a cemented relationship since the last Mistress-wife... Hurickia passed."

Quietly everyone turned in their seats and looked at Princess Ruegin and Princess Saliss for any objection. The Prince's marriage was that would affect their early reign much more that Queen Mensillin's ongoing diplomatic relationships.

"Ridiculous." Marcos snorted loudly. "I would have you on the frozen throne in Astrokos before doing that. Your line is above that silliness especially since the principalities have nothing to offer. Did you intend to go out there? Perhaps you want to make a proper kingdom out of the fools."

"Ah...yes lord." The prince forced a smile quickly. 

"Interesting," Marcos thought for a moment. "It will have to wait."

"Excuse me?" Prince Neasar seemed forlorn.

"Before you get to play warlord, I will go west to Munklin. Dar Delis is behind a request for the princess to take the throne there. They want a Queen to unite the clans. Princess Ruegin could be perfect for it they say. She would be the one to do it by hook or by crook."

Princess Ruegin shuffled hearing her name. "Excuse me?"

"By any, and all, means necessary." Marcos corrected and gave her a smile.

She seemed satisfied with the assessment.

"I see." The prince quietly muttered.

"You seem vested in this Prince Neasar." Marcos half asked curiously.

The prince wagged his head. "I...I have met the princess they spoke of once."

Princess Nossin spoke up. "That wasn't a princess. She was a courtesan."

Marcos cringed and tried not to chuckle as the prince blanched.

"The 'Dirty princes strike again!" Billile Laughed aloud as he and Princes Ruegin laughed openly.

The prince's face hardened and turned red in anger. His delicate brows dropped as his lips tightened. "I will go, and when I get there I will purge the fools from my sight. They will learn my displeasure."

"I can see that, when dealing with those small states, we have much to be on top of." Queen Mensillin said diplomatically even as she smiled. "Perhaps you can stay here with us, and accept the offer so long as you are married in the holy Red Temple. That should give the silly princes pause."

"That's good. Those easterners never learn." Marcos mused thinking further on it. "Queen Mensillin will be very diligent to insure a proper bride is sent. In fact, we might as well have them all send the women of their family so we may have a ball. Perhaps I should stay for that..." Marcos added thoughtfully.




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Prince Billile snickered. "I shall be here in your stead while your gone. If they do send a dandy whore I'll..."

King Carsol sat up. "Prince Billile! You will speak civilly in front of theses ladies." He fairly shouted.

The Queen and the princesses hid a smile but didn't undermine him. 

Prince Billile nodded. "Yes highness."

"Blood everywhere East and West, but the North is quiet." Nossin whispered quietly patting Prince Neaser's hand. "The princes shall get a harsh lesson from you. There is much work to be done young warlord."


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The Champion's Companion Ch. 21



"Finally we have the martial arts festival." The ministers stirred in their seats and looked at the presiding female court officer standing at a podium in the center of the room. 

Behind her sat the Queen, and beside her, was a low table empty save a set of gold scales balancing several gold sovereigns. One for each minister, Marcos, and Kaarthen now too, Janis, and the King's Emissary in Mavvus. 

"Of course we all look forward to the many tournaments." She started looking around at the ministers seated around the room in a crescent shaped table.

"Every year is brutal, but the king wanted to add something to this year's tournament for the title of 'Blade Master'." The court officer looked to Marcos and the Queen before continuing. "Last years deaths were near 120, and most of those were outside the actual competition. Many unknown fighter's can't participate, and thugs of mercenaries have their own unofficial tournament in the streets challenging each other, or even trying to get in by knocking off a recognized contender before they register themselves."

The Queen nodded, the random street fights were a part of what the martial art's festival was. "Competition breeds success, we could allow those fighters to qualify..." She again looked over the room of seated ministers. "A proposal was that perhaps we announce a preliminary battle royale or some extra rounds."

"Will we vote for the addition of a few preliminary stages then?" the court officer asked moving to clear the scales.

A minister on the right edge of the room spoke up quickly. "The Battle Master tournament lasts nearly the entire month of the festival for the fighters to rest between rounds. It will also obviously change, or delay the festival's closing ceremonies too. I vote against this. This festival is already enough of a disturbance. These rabble are just looking for excuses to get killed. It isn't mentioned that the people challenging registered contender's tend to die. There's no point in paying for a three or four month long annual tournament this is one of the few times the criminal element does our job for us."

The court officer dropped a coin for him on the scale.

"I approve." Marcos said simply.

Kaarthen nodded trying to stay awake.

Janis raised her hand to signal silent agreement. She couldn't find an actual reason to disagree with Marcos over this.

The King's emissary nodded too and scribbled in his papers to annotate the direction of the decision.

The Queen gave a clipped nod since she was 'impartial' and was really supposed to not vote at all, the remaining ministers joined her.

The court officer turned and gave the scales an overly critical look. "Seven approve and one in dissent on the measure, 7:1, and the Queen accepts the favored position. We can now move on to the dates and then the make up of these extra rounds."

"A battle royale will be quick," The dissenting minister offered. "I agree it would but, we don't want to judge them if they fight in packs or in teams. Weaker fighter might try to take on people together, and this isn't a tournament for team play." The Queen said looking over. "Besides what magic could we use to decide the winner in all that? Each person captures someone's flag? Our Imperial champion won't be decided by such juvenile rules. So what then, they each bring back a head? We'll be back to where we started."

"We'll just have them fight preliminary rounds in front of judges. We can have multiple sites to save time." The emissary offered. "Besides the king was looking for something like an individual capture the flag. Something that allows the normal people to say they tried. They can then drink over it and stop the fighting."

"That would be valid if every other tournament wasn't made for that purpose." The Queen retorted thoughtfully, "This is the Blade Master tournament. The whole point is for the very best to show case themselves all the way to the end. It would be all for nothing if they were injured early. The one-week rest we offer after the semi-, and quarterfinals would extend this into next year's tournament if thousands show up. We will also have the Blade Masters from neighboring states show up too."

"It matters little if a Blade Master from some small state comes." Marcos huffed.

"Well your daughters will at least get a challenge, and perhaps an outsider will make it into the finals rankings for the first time." One of the ministers said grinning. "Don't worry, I'll still bet on your girls."

Marcos leaned back with a smug grin.

Janis loudly cleared her throat. "Well I hate to break a heartfelt moment between to perverts who seem happy to watch the Goddess' children of beauty fight to the death over a title of little consequence but-"

"Easy there you silly old nag, my girls love the chance to go, and only ones I send are young girls. You have a lot in common with them since you've both been down in the stadium and your both virgins-"

"Wha-!?!" Janis's face turned bright red as she bolted to her feet. The air crackled around her hands as she reached over Kaarthen seeking Marcos. For his part, the immortal was still grinning as he raised an ink quill with which to stab her. 

"ORDER!!" The court officer and the Queen shouted halting the witch's blood lust. "Let's break for... committee deliberations... I think we're done here for today, we will return to this and the marriage issues tomorrow before the noon hour."

"Kaarthen please walk out with Lady Vixtorixx," Kaarthen nodded and the Queen addressed Marcos. "Lord Panthi, a moment if you please."

He didn't have to worry about Queen Mensillin reprimanding him for disrupting the meeting since this was how the meetings usually ended when Janis was in town. Kaarthen watched the Queen disappear with Marcos. The two were very comfortable together, much more so than Janis who still bristled.

"You should have said something too, or does that man not listen to you?" Janis snapped as they moved away from the others.

Kaarthen gave her a big fake smile, "I can see you're still angry and I get it. Forget about what happened earlier, why don't you tell me about the past, or about the tournament. I'm new here and I know you've lived through a lot of history."

Janis shot her a look but backed off. "Well I guess...Well my story of the tournament is how I met Marcos. The first time at least."

Kaarthen lifted a brow but kept quiet as they resumed walking the halls of the Citadel. 

"I'll explain." Janis muttered. "It's something I can't stop thinking about when he is near. Before I was me, before there were my statues, before Sisters sang my name to each other. I was weak. I was just a weak nobody born to an outcast sister. I had met up with Warrioresses fighting to win honor and a way back into the enclaves, and perhaps even legend."

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On a frigid mountainside under a darkening cloudy sky, a Warrioress confronted a man in his tiny campsite as the thunder rolled overhead. Around them the wind was starting to blow over the grass and knock around camp rubbish as a storm approached.

Her silvery hair declared her an Amazon. She wore a grey homespun robe over her petite frame that reached past the knees on her long legs. A black bear pelt was wrapped over her thin shoulders. Her few weapons were all cheap, and in the case of the wooden spear in her hands, handmade.

"Are you 'Garec the scribe'?" The young woman asked over the tip of the spear she kept pointing at his throat from across the fire. Looking at him under the point of her weapon helped her in summoning all the authority of her twenty winters.

"Aye," The man slowly said straightening till he came to his full height.

The shivering Amazon had to bend back at the waist and step back to keep her spear at his neck. He was intimidating. He was way more than a foot taller than her at six feet. His barrel chested body was hairy. He seemed more animal than man. He even wore his dark dirty rags like a savage barbarian despite the cold.

Looking up into his darkened face, Janis straightened her back up but was still a head shorter than him. "There is a price on you." She said in a strained voice lowering back into a crouch.

Moving forward, she closed in slowly around the fire, the man drew a sword from behind him that made her steps falter. 

His weapon was a huge double bladed monstrosity. The steel glowed from end to end making it seem much bigger than anything she'd seen before. As though reading the mood, lightening flashed overhead and a strong cold gust of the storm front blew in. The chilly air did more than send a tingle up her spine, it felt as though death herself was toying her loose hair, and tugging her fluttering rags closer to oblivion.

"You're no good dead." Janis choked trying to stay in control even as her stomach tightened and her knees shook. She cleared her throat, clenched her jaw, tried to steel herself, and tried again. "Just put that down."

"I ain't goin back!" Garec shouted and lunged. 

He fought like a cornered beast slashing at the Warrioress recklessly as she danced back. He shattered her spear with a powerful slash and quickly gained an edge. His berserker attacks forced her to draw her puny short sword to defend herself. As Janis tripped and stumbled around the cluttered campsite, he was able to hammer her with all his strength.

As she stumbled and fell dropping her sword, he kicked it away. Wide-eyed Janis's blood ran cold as she scrambled to her feet, and tried to pull her knife before he got closer. 

"Foolish girl!" He bellowed and cracked her over the head with his hilt. After a moment, she staggered and dropped to a knee feeling woozy and sluggish.

************

"Like I said I was weak." Janis said stopping to sit on a bench in the busy central room of the Citadel. Before them, the wide central staircase went down to the lower levels of the castle. Beyond the stairs, a huge curved wall of glass windows stretched up a hundred feet to the ceiling and bathed the unofficial hangout of the Imperial capital's elites in midmorning sunlight.

"But there was more?" A slow voice added. 

Janis and Kaarthen looked over to see Ein with the two junior Princesses Ruegin, and Princess Nossin.

"We have an account of your first meeting," Princess Ruegin said looking around. "I read about it."

"That...Well that was.." Janis blaunched, "When Saliss wrote that we didn't know the future's path-"

"The truth is easy to see." Princess Nossin said flatly. Seemingly out of her ears letters of the God's creation tumbled out in glittery silver and gold. Kaarthen was the only one who could see that, but the others recognized Nossin going into a trance.

*********

On a sea wall of a coastal town on Menthino's side of the Lazy river a beautiful pale blonde in a flowing dark purple robe turned her mischievous deep blue eyes to the northern shore.

"Hey Marcos, let's cross the river. I want to tour around to see the principalities." Princess Saliss said turning to her beleaguered bodyguard. 

The tall, skinny, tan man in dark clothes had a huge overstuffed pack complete with a three-legged stool tied on top that made him seem comical though she dared not laugh while standing so close. 

Marcos was sweating under the load as he watched the lighthearted swirling princess dance closer to the river's edge enjoying the view.

The weather in early autumn was unseasonably warm down here in the lowlands, and it was a beautiful clear day. The river's waters sparkled, and even the weathered fishing ships seemed handsome as they cut through the waves or sat at anchor. The low cliffs of the far shore a mile or two away could be seen with ease. Even the usually cloud covered white capped mountains to the north could seen.

"Wandering about is not why you're here." Marcos replied quietly. "I think you're enjoying this too much." 

"Well it was an interesting lesson to see what the world is like without law and order. Considering who I'll become, it was a heartening lesson on the necessary limits of power and so on and so forth." Saliss prattled off in a flat voice then stopped and lifted her chin to affect some authority. "As a Crown princess, I have benefited from this structured adventure. I was illuminating to learn by the observation of the day-to-day lives of common citizens outside our country's protective, loving, and guiding hand. But..." 

This 'adventure' was the pinnacle of a Crown princess' coming of age. It was a daring full emersion-learning trip into mystic lands of Alcanton where humans were the minority. If successful, it would tie together various points of her royal tutelage, and open her eyes to the common life outside the Citadel's cushy apartments, and guarded halls. It was also a chance for the Heiresses to work over their crown's patron Marcos while he learned about them and their qualifications before they took the 'Eternal throne' as Queen.

Marcos looked back up and realized she had turned away to look back over the water. The breeze picked up her hair and swept it away. She looked lonely as she stood with her back to him, vulnerable even. But, Saliss was a calculating woman. Goddess help the man who gave her what she wanted. 

"Since we're already out here, we could also do something more... 'freeform'..." She paused for a moment knowing her minder already had a response coming. "I shouldn't even have to ask you. Until we return to Mavvus, you can only follow me. But then... you know that already." 

Marcos stirred at the princess' haughty words. She was too smart for her own good sometimes. She turned and flicked her suddenly serious blue eyes at him and pointed across the river to the mountains and cliffs on the far side. "I wish to go north... I have become aware of a certain map while preparing for this journey. On it, there are directions to a certain tower. I will not be denied Marcos." 

Well I can't say I didn't have a feeling something like this was coming for some time now." Marcos started slowly still thinking of his response.

"I could think of better things to do up there. Do you really want to go on a treasure hunt this close to winter over a rumor you must have read in the little diary you princesses aren't supposed to have, or pass around? And shame on your mother for keeping it hold of it and giving it to you." 

************ 

"So that's how you know all this?" Kaarthen asked out of the blue.

"Ehhhhh...that's a secret so don't tell." Ruegin muttered.

***********

Saliss pouted her lips and cocked her head. "You don't like us learning about you or the about the world? This about the truth! We can't come out here knowing nothing! Sure I may have read the many reports of what others have done out here. But, for now, it is just us. It's my turn! When I have the throne, the world will be mine. I want to take this chance though to discover something. I need your strength. The search for the truth must continue! Don't make me a fool!" Saliss shouted in a rising voice as she spun to look away from him and collect herself. 

It had been a month already since they left the capital for this. For the entire trip, she had a mask of giddy wonder on her face as she had met and interacted with the foreign creatures, people, and cultures that were found just across the river from their homeland's eastern border. On the surface she seemed to be doing exactly what was intended. She met with and associated with a wide range of society. But in truth, casual appearances aside, they had moved in one direction, and one direction only after they had began their trip.

"I didn't need a map to notice you have been leading us straight north this whole time." Marcos retorted. 

She turned back to him and her face broke its stern demeanor and one of mischievous curiosity bloomed. 

"Marcos, I can see past your bluff." She said offering him a way out of his position of resistance to her idea. "You have let the others cross before. They were all seeking it... I know you know of what I speak of, that mythical 'Crown of Emperors'. Lost for who knows how long since the old god Minun sank the nations of the east into the sea."

Since this trip was also among the most important events in a princess' life, clever girls had created a secret diary like a guidebook of things to do when 'out'. Queens passed it to their daughters to read out of prying eyes. Over the generations, receiving the diary became a ritual in and of itself. Stories, myths, and legends were created stimulating countless princesses to see and discover more and more of the mystical world to the east. More than a few mysteries like 'this magical crown rumor' were created too. Marcos cleared his throat and dropped the pack before stretching and giving his answer. "Any other princess that crossed this river was well east of here. I'm sure you know that, but still, if we cross here and head north, we'll be in wild highlands of the mountains. There are more humans up there than other creatures but there still won't be much civilization up there. Most of the land is wet tundra too cold to be called a swamp and wind swept barren rocky outcroppings. You don't like nature enough to do this. Besides, with the mountains and the Moxle river to the west we'll end up having to go east eventually anyways. But if you must go..."

In a huff Saliss stepped around him moving back to the empty road, she started up the road without waiting for him to finish. Marcos hefted the pack again and followed where she was leading them: north, towards the docks of the river ferry.

******************* "To be honest I never heard that part." Janis said thoughtfully.

"That was the famous Queen long before she took the throne." Ruegin explained proudly, " She apparently handled him so well that the following Queens named their daughters Saliss to give them an added advantage when dealing with Lord Panthi."

"Well I can't argue that, but Marcos was usually very easy on her." Janis shrugged. "She was there when we first met. In fact, suiting her style, she was the reason we first met."

******************

The pain was intense. Hunger is an insidious thing. After a few days without food it becomes all you can think about. 

Janis plodded off the dirt road into a meadow and fell to her hands and knees feeling lightheaded. Once more, she would try to eat grass. Something had to be done. 

Things hadn't gone too well after being defeated. Dirty, starving, and dehydrated, her once white hair was matted like a birds nest, and her once pale grey Amazonian skin was tanned to a dark reddish bronze color and blackened further with the dirt and mud she found herself crawling in. Her already skinny frame had eroded into an unhealthy thinness. Under her now filthy grey short robe, her ribs, and small breasts could be seen through the armholes. Garec, the fugitive she found herself with had kept up a brutal pace, and never let her eat. 

Luckily, the she was in a bountiful clearing in the mountains. The rough beauty of nature's alpine splendor was wasted on her as she rooted in dirt around on her hands and knees. Tugging up clumps of sweet grass and wild onions, she ate hungrily with what felt like the last little bit of energy in her body. Finally, she collapsed. Exhausted and too starved to do more, she resigned herself.

As the sunlight on her back warmed her, bugs and other critters of the forest skittered over her. Unable to move, she just laid still digging her face deeper into the cool dirt as her back heated under the sun. 

As the seconds ticked by, she became aware of a cold feeling on her back as a shadow fell over her. Struggling to open her eyes, her body went on alert as she realized Garec had come back for her again.

Janis cringed but was unable to move. "Oi! you still alive?" The man's voice called.




The Champion's Companion Ch. 21



A rough hand picked her up by the arm, and tore her tattered shirt from her shoulders. "Look at this stringy thing." He muttered.

His heavy hands rubbed her head, and her body under the dirty grayish tunic she wore. She was usually able to slap his hands away but now her arms felt so heavy.

He got more and more bold from the lack of response from her. Moving freely, he tugged her hips and up dropped her back onto her face. Flipping up the bottom of her raggedy long shirt, he exposed her naked womanhood. Her pale slit was hairless like most Amazons who didn't grow hair below the neck.

Behind her the grass rustled as he shuffled in for a closer look, his thick fingers parted her folds searching her out as he moved to get in front of her.

"No screams, no fighting, and I hope no biting." The Garec chuckled as the briny stench of wiry hairs fell over her nose and a soft warmth flopped against her face.

His hands found her breasts and tugged on her nipples as he used her helpless body. In the weakened haze she was in, she could really only sense him by touch. Her other senses went in and out in a fuzzy cloud that made her feel distant and cold. 

"Open your mouth girl." Garec coached her as his spongy purple flesh filled her mouth.

His probing digits moved back behind her and found a rhythm as he started thrusting into her mouth with his wide cock. He hardened slowly in her mouth until his erection became much more than a mouthful and she was just slobbering on the knob at the end. His hands hungrily massaged her back as he got more, and more excited.

"I gotta do all the work." He grunted pulling her face down hard onto his thick cock so he could get into her mouth as deeply as possible.

The urge to sleep was like a heavy blanket on her mind. Its weight pushed down the normal panic she would have been feeling as his cock meat rammed into her throat several times.

"Oh ya," He pulled her back to sit up, and spit in her mouth before pushing her down onto his cock again. "Oh ya, even better."

Her body jerked as she coughed involuntarily from a particularly deep thrust. "Calm down, you're doing good..." He moaned.

The spongy head was sticking in her throat as he slid into her. After a few gagging thrusts that made her cough and make other unidentifiable wet sounds, she was pulled back and promptly skewered again by his cock.

As her numb tired brain shut down, Janis was almost asleep again and was quite surprised when the dick in her mouth started to cum without warning. After a brief moment the thrusting slowed, and stopped. Tentatively, she swallowed the offal left in her mouth. Its earthy taste wasn't as bad as starving, and it helped wash away the grit still in her mouth. 

Garec got off her and got up. He didn't need her tied up to keep her close. Without the energy, means, or ability to fight back, she was bullied into being led around as he wandered the forest. Like a dog, she could only hope for scraps. 

"That part didn't really need to be said" Janis hissed leaning in. 

"I'm sure it was for context," Ruegin offered with a grin. "So there are no questions later about what you had been doing after the capture up on the mountain."

"I'm already in a bad mood," Janis warned, "Get back to the story." 

********

It was several hours later that the two chanced on a woman bathing openly in a deep stream near the road. The bright sun shone on her pale lily skin concealed only slightly by the reeds around the edge of the water. Through the reeds, they could see she was a soft blonde beauty with light blue eyes. She was so pretty she could have been a water nymph, or the Goddess herself. She seemed carefree as she washed her supple body under the noon sun. 

Coming off the road to get closer, they saw by her clothes a figure in black from head to toe on the ground. Obviously it was the guard for this gem, however its posture was slumped against a large pack as though it was asleep.

"I want her too, but; Do you think we could make it two?" Garec whispered aloud cryptically.

Janis had noticed for a while now that he spoke gibberish to himself from being alone so much.

"Oi," Garec grunted turning to Janis and offering her a slim blade. "Oi, erm... slit his... that guy's throat." He pointed to the figure in black who lay unmoving.

Janis took the blade for several reasons but paused once it was in her hand. His trust in her was growing. Before he wouldn't even chance her hunting out of sight. However, this was something else. It was quite a different thing to help him like this. 

Janis eyed the blade considering what would happen next, he might release her once he had that beautiful blonde. That thought took her to a dark place. Trading her life for that woman's was wrong. She had been properly fed exactly twice in the time he had her. Not that she as a grown woman should have to depend on him. Despite the man being comfortable in the woods, he was no woodsman, and food was getting scarce this late in the season. Everything she ate was merely scraps he missed, or wasted. That beautiful creature didn't deserve to be ripped from her life to serve this man no matter how bad he wanted her.

Janis was startled with a rough shove. "Get over there and do it." Garec whispered as loud as he dared. He again looked like angry hairy creature of the woods.

Janis took a step back and turned. She had called herself a Warrioress once. That title didn't mean anything now. Her training couldn't even get her past an untrained opponent like him. She had been defeated, but survived because her opponent knew she didn't have the skill, or killer instinct to be a threat. Starving, she was reduced to being this man's whore to stay alive. She thought on this even as she walked forward in a trance doing Garec's bidding. "Good, now just stab him good." He whispered from somewhere behind her.

Realizing how close she was to actually killing someone, every step she took became a struggle. The ground before her stretched until it seemed she would have to walk a million more. Just walking became mentally overwhelming for her as her mind tried to persuade her not to follow through with this evil act.

"Don't stop!" Garec urged from somewhere behind her.

Janis' knees started to shake as she got closer by one step, then another. Suddenly standing over the feet of her target, it all seemed so unreal. She was going to kill someone. But, she didn't have to did she? She suddenly felt oddly normal as her brain tried to tell her to turn around and walk away. If she left now she could have a chance. But then, her eyes fell on the figure below her who still lay unmoving. She became hypnotized and froze as her mind told her to run killing is wrong, and another part told her to take the chance, to take the advantage. 

'If I tried to kill him, it would be fair game for him to try and kill me right?' The thought passed unbidden through her mind as one-side of her continued to hope she could just kill him cleanly, and another urged her to run away. The sour taste of bile rose as her knees gave out. She squat down and considered what to do.

"Now just stab him anywhere. Do it! Drive it in!" Garec urged almost frantically dropping any ideas of stealth. "Kill him!"

Janis looked back at him wide-eyed. As he spoke, the hair on the back of her neck stood up and a cold twitch went right down her spine. She became aware of the feeling of a large hand clutching her throat.

'Too late!' Her mind screamed. With a start, she slowly looked down and was surprised to see the sleeping man's hand firmly around her neck. Its pressure was light, only the texture of his glove told her he had her. 

For a moment, her mind's eye pictured her not squatting over a sleeping man with a knife in her hand. Instead, she was in the maw of a large beast with a mouth like a cave. She was standing on the edge of the valley of death, and its dark tongue was wrapped around her neck furtively tasting its next meal. 

"Do something!" Garec urged from behind her.

She couldn't imagine attacking whatever this was that she stood so close to. "Do something!" She squeaked back in reply.

Under her, the man let go and the merciless cold feeling that petrified her was gone like a black mist under the hot sun. Behind her, she heard Garec give a loud sigh as the tension broke. 

"Oh? Hello," A syrupy woman's voice behind her asked. "Are you two highwaymen? Do you wish to rob us?" 

Janis bolted up and fell back wide eyed at being caught. The woman bathing had come out and stood before them wrapped in shiny white satin that shined nearly as bright as her exposed shoulders. Her aura made her seem as though she was looking down from a viewing balcony at them rather than standing two paces away among the reeds on the muddy bank of a stream. 

Garec stepped away from the bush behind her and cleared his throat loudly. "It is I. I want you." He announced clearly while setting his shoulders back and puffing himself up.

The woman, and even Janis both blushed at his admission. 

"You've come to challenge him for me?" She giggled almost sounding hopeful. Her body had a regal posture. She looked them over with equal parts aloofness, and quizzical curiosity as she started to dry her golden hair.

"You cannot have her." A low man's voice said warningly from behind them. Janis and Garec turned to notice the figure in black standing with his hood still completely obscuring his face. 

"When did he move?" Janis thought quizzically. That man was within arm's reach surely she would have noticed.

Garec turned, squared up to him, and the two men faced each other. Hostile energies started to build till the air felt like it could crackle. Janis ducked out of the middle of the two and faced them from the same side as the blonde.

"You should get him now before he gets his sword." The blonde urged, though it was unclear whom she was speaking too.

Garec took the hint and reached back to draw his massive sword. He only paused a half second before jumping out to cut down the figure before him. He missed completely, as like a flicking shadow, the figure jumped to the side.

Janis had never seen a fight between two masters before. This fight was only a halfway taste of one. The man in black deftly jump around just out of the sword's long reach seemingly with ease. He kept his hands to his sides and moved only his feet as he weaved around the swings of the long blade. After several close shaves, the two fighters had moved away from the women and circled each other on the even ground near the road. 

The men both stopped simultaneously. The figure facing Garec spread his feet and bent his knees taking position. Janis could see building tension in his body. Raising his forward arm, he extended it out, pointed his fist at the hairy man's chest, and waited.

He didn't have to wait long. Garec charged in with a howl and hacked at him in his bloodlust.

*Twang* The sound of metal reverberating accompanied Garec's sword as it flipped through the air into the tall grass. 

A flurry of kicks knocked Garec's surprised hairy ass back and he stumbled around trying to gain distance for another assault.

Janis gasped knowing her time of liberation was at hand. 

After finding his balance, Garec launched in again. He moved like a brawler throwing his superior weight around. For all his strength and bulk, it did him no good. He was flipped onto the ground when he tried to swing, and when he came back and made for a grab, the figure spun him through the air as though he was only tossing a hat.

"Hurry up!" The blonde shouted as she dressed. She combed her light golden hair through her fingers as she watched.

Janis was struck by her unimpressed poise. She seemed completely unafraid of her bodyguard losing to the brute.

The figure turned his head and gave her a glance before he moved in on Garec. In a blur, he rushed up, captured poor Garec's right arm at the wrist and elbow, and climbed onto his shoulders holding the huge limb tight overhead as his legs coiled around the brute's thick neck. Using both hands to rotate the arm over and past the larger man's head, he paused as though checking his handiwork. Then one move, he hopped down to the left side using the trapped right arm to break his fall. 

Janis winced as the huge man gasped and his shoulder and elbow dislocated with a loud *P-puk*.

"Happy?" The figure asked the blonde.

"That man was a suitor. My suitor!" The blonde suddenly protested, "You should have handled him more formally with a sword duel."

"My apologies. I am just a—" He paused to look at Garec who had stubbornly gotten back to his feet. "Oh? Well... excuse me." Something in his voice that made Janis's blood run cold.

"Protect me!" The blonde swooned mocking him as he stepped away. She played the part perfectly, and her eyes misted as she clutched her hands to her breast. "Go my knight, and fight for my honor, and chastity."

"Tsk," The man clicked his tongue and eyed Garec who now stood steady even as his right arm dangled uselessly. Janis almost wanted to tell him to lay down. Garec's stubbornness was not enough to beat this man.

In a blur, the two charged. As the larger Garec took a swing with his only good arm, the smaller man dodged him easily and again climbed his bulk to ride atop his shoulders. He sat up there for a moment looking down with his legs tight around the brute's neck. 

Janis jumped as the blonde woman moved up next to her fully dressed in a discreet long dark purple velvet robe. Close up the silky velvet looked so luxurious and comfortable on her, she could have been a rich wife stealing away for an affair, or a baroness taking a ride upon the country. "A sad thing is about to happen to your friend." She said slowly never taking her eyes of the fight.

Enraged, Garec had slapped at the figure who rode him only to get his only working arm caught. After a faint pause, the figure twisted himself so Garec's balance was compromised and forced him to follow the movement by bending sideways at the waist while twisting. The torque of the movement dropped them over to the right side where the figure plopped his butt on the ground and grabbed Garec's furthest foot while keeping his legs tight to poor Garec's neck. For a sick moment marked by the sound of collapsing vertebrae and exploding cartilage, the very top of Garec's head touched the ground just before either of his feet left it. As big man's weight came down onto his head, the legs came off the ground and continued to swing away with the momentum.

Janis sat in awe of the masterful display. Despite being slow, in that other man's hands Garec's death was completely unstoppable. 

"Ah, that was disgusting." The blonde remarked as the Garec's limp body spun head over heels through the grass. "I guess Marcos went all out. It was a bad for your friend to pick a fight."

As the figure 'Marcos' walked back, he stretched his arms back overhead and yawned deliberately. He gave Janis a dismissive glance while moving past her to his pack.

"Wait! Please wait, I'll follow!" Janis suddenly felt a rush of words spill out. "Will you teach me to fight like that? Please! You must!"

The blonde glided to him as best she could over the long grass as he made a show of nonchalance by crossing his arms and looking at Janis skeptically with narrowed eyes, and a raised brow.

The blonde gave a polite half smile as she locked onto his eyes and started to speak in a buttery voice that seemed oddly dangerous. "You have been getting more and more reluctant to carry the pack and obey me without question as of late. She shall serve me, and your duties will then be to train her to protect me."

The man snorted looking at the blonde. "Don't be silly, I protect you," The man growled and raised a finger at Janis. "Besides, she looks half dead already, the pack would kill her." 

He turned to Janis with fury in his eyes. "Be gone wench. You should just stay out of the way."

Janis cringed at his words knowing them to be true. Feeling weak, she fell to her hands and knees. "Please, I'll do anything to get my honor...To go back... Just teach me, I will fight..." Around her, the world got dark and she collapsed as her stomach rumbled loudly.

"Huh?" a voice asked from the darkness. "What was she mumbling?"

*****

"So that is about what happened." Janis confirmed. "So I guess than you want to hear about something else now?"

"No, this is good!" Ein barked. "Don't worry about that mind stuff, Marcos drills that into us in the practice room 'don't look in their eyes or you'll hesitate. If you must look, look at their nose or their mouth.' People usually can't just kill other, it is difficult even for some to fight each other. Most of our training he says is to make it automatic so that even if you are scared, confused, or tired you will kill without hesitation to save yourself and others."

"But still, you're one of the few to know mercy from Marcos." Ruegin added. "I bet he's pretty pissed he had the chance to kill you and didn't huh?" 

Janis seemed to whither. "No he doesn't remember any of that stuff."

*******

For a while, Janis only knew blackness. Slowly colors were added and finally they became images and she started to dream. 

Janis's mind dreamed of flawless fights against unwitting buffoons and faceless enfeebled criminals who had once eluded her. As her mind floated, her thoughts returned again and again to the man's fight. He was in complete control well before Garec attacked. Garec had more courage than she gave him credit for to go all out till the end. Even when he touched her, she had felt his power as a tangible ominous feeling. 

Old sage Sisters from the enclave she was born in had spoken of that feeling. They called it simply 'a killer's murderous intent'. It was an instinctive hair-raising feeling that people of the sword became sensitive to. It was the same thing you felt when confronting a wild beast. With him, it was strong enough that she could almost visualize the dark aura. This man was powerful, he had to teach her something. She would be accepted, and known throughout the land if she had his kind of power. She wouldn't just have the reputation to return to her old enclave where people knew her, she would be famous enough to enter them all.

Her senses whispered to delirious mind of meat boiling in thick gravy. Steamy musing scents of spices tickled her nose. The crackling of a fire teased her ears.

"Stew," She thought suddenly as her mind surfaced too consciousness.

"I'm really dying..." Her mind lazily pondered. Her body refused to sit quietly, and with a barking cough, she fought to roll onto her back.

"OH? She's awake!" A woman's voice exclaimed. 

Janis opened her eyes. It was dark already, and the dying red sunset gave a soft glow in the crisp air. The pretty blonde woman sat on a stool by a fire not ten feet away with her feet tucked up under her robe eying her curiously with interested eyes. Her pale face and features were distinct in the diminished light. 

"Interesting that she stayed alive." Marcos responded sounding half incredulous. The other part of his tone made her cringe for appearing so weak before him. "If you really want to get her healthy so she can protect you I guess we'll have to put off heading north..."

Looking past the fire, she could barely make out his dark form stirring a helmet sized pot that hung over a fire. The light seemed to go around him making it hard to see the details of his face.

"...m..mmm..," Janis mumbled trying to croak out words to them.

"She needs some water," The blonde announced.

Behind her, the man paused and looked up from his cooking. "Saliss...be a helper. Get some for her...you know how right?"

"Well...she can go for a little longer..." Saliss responded wrapping her robe tighter and daring a glance back at the man.




The Champion's Companion Ch. 21



Janis slipped back asleep as she waited for some food.

She was surprised to get a light slap after she had just closed her eyes.

"Eat up," she was ordered seeing Saliss hustle back to her stool.

Finding a bowl, and spoon just in front of her face she struggled at first then paused.

After a long struggle to get food in her mouth, the first taste brought her up, and awake. From the taste alone, her body seemed to become normal and the pain of starvation was put at bay. Her mouth watered until she drooled. Her hands became lighter and a bit shaky as she concentrated on eating more and more. 

A heavy hand fell on her shoulder. Janis didn't care to look up. "Hey there little sister, you can't be doing all that. You must slow down." 

Janis fought to keep the bowl in hand as she was pulled back to straighten up. The man then pulled her food away with ease then snatched her spoon up from her scrambling hands like she was just a petulant child.

"You're going to eat slowly," The man said as he knelt before her and got comfortable. "Your body needs a slow steady stream of food right now. You'll have slow down or you'll get sick."

He fed her a mouthful at a time, and waited till she was ready for more. Sitting close allowed her the chance to get a look at him. His face was mature, but youthful. He obviously knew his way around a cook fire, the food was delicious. In between spoonfuls, Janis studied his face more. He had black hair that was short, and shiny in the fire's light. His skin was tanned and almost leathery. Finally, her eyes fell upon his lips as though drawn. 

All at once, a strong pain hit her stomach as she felt everything explode with sharp pains radiating out from her middle.

"Gahhh?!....Ohhhh," Janis fell over whimpering, and cradling her stomach as it cramped up.

"Hmm...That's what it would look like..." The man said quietly backing off.

Throughout the night, Janis moaned pitifully as her body was wracked with waves of searing pain. By daybreak, the pain was gone and she sensed the pair moving around her and packing up. Unable to follow, she lay in the grass and tried to sleep. Getting up around midday. Janis scavenged into Garec's pockets feeling stronger from the food. Around her, the sun-filled clearing was empty and still even Garec's body was untouched.

'North, they were arguing about going north' Janis suddenly remembered as she got to the road and tried to decide what to do. Looking at the north, she figured they had to be heading that way by following the west road up around and into the mountains. Back on the road, and plodding along Janis felt relaxed again being alone. A small part of her did however look forward anxiously for a town to rest in, and a haystack to sleep in.

Nearly a day later of travel, she found one. 

As she got into the tiny nameless mining town in the early evening, she got odd stares at her appearance. Her usually pale fit Amazon body was a ruddy red from the dirt, the sun, and perhaps some bruises. She had to be the least intimidating Amazon these people had ever seen.

Walking through the darkening streets of the plaster, and timber buildings, she found a hanging sign for the town's only inn. Garec had made some coin selling furs he had robbed once, and since he was a fugitive in this area he had few places to spend it. Janis felt a cold smile creep across her face as she pushed open the door. 

"Oi, you cheating bitch!" Came an angry man's shout as she stepped in. The tavern had three rows of long tables and a bar to the right along the wall with the innkeeper's book. Local men were all over but most were crowding to the back corner where a group of them stood in an agitated group.

"That's how the game is played!" A proud woman's voice exclaimed from in the corner as though she was referencing common knowledge. 

Janis looked for the person who matched the distinctive familiar voice. A pretty blond with her face framed by the velvety purple hooded robe. Her sparkly blue eyes danced over their angry faces in open amusement. She stood completely relaxed with a smile on her lips as large rough looking men the local tavern, shook with fury around her. 

Saliss quickly blushed and covered her mouth with the back of her hand as her eyes went wide in realization. "Oh, for shame! You men didn't know this was a counting game?"

"Saliss?" Janis whispered incredulously as the half forgotten name popped into her head.

"You cheated us!" A blustery man shouted impotently as Saliss reached for her winnings on the table.

"Don't be silly," She replied soothingly as she daintily collected coins from the table. About five men stood over her looking quite furious but she moved methodically as though she didn't see them.

"Perhaps a new game?" She offered just as it looked like the men were actually getting ready to attack her.

"You cheat! Every game you offer is rigged." A man growled.

"Oi! I wanna mine moneyzz back!" Shouted another drunken one.

The woman looked at them each in turn and held the collected money in her hand as though weighing it. "Well what kind of woman would I be if I just gave strange men money? Is that what your mothers and sisters have to do for strangers? Do strangers bully your wives?" 

That thought broke a few peoples concentration and gave the men pause. Saliss continued and talked fast as her voice dropped lower, and lower. "I wouldn't be a decent one if I did that, and my mother raised me to be better. You men don't want to make a kind-hearted lucky girl starve do you? Any of you men just want to make a bet?" Her eyes lit up at the last word, "Since you won't play these games, perhaps your luck can redeem you just this one last time." 

"I ain'tz lizten'n to you! Iz wantz back mine MONEYz!" The same drunk crazy-eyed man shouted slamming the table. The two men on either side of him half- restrained him and half-propped him up.

Saliss ignored them all and continued. "Well then, how about we bet on someone nobody knows? Look to the door, that scrappy girl there. I bet she ain't but had half a bowl of gravy stew in a day," She mused mimicking the men's accent. "How bout I bet that skinny thing can only get down two big bowls of that spicy beef tripe and vegetable bowl you all seem to like so much?"

"What? We ain't betting on that!" A man snarled.

The Blonde smirked as though expecting nothing less. "Well I am. In fact, I'm going to put everything on it." 

Everyone started talking to each other at once suddenly.

"What who is she? I've never seen her. This is stupid." Voices from within the group rumbled aloud. "But you already took our money..." Another voice bemoaned.

"Now is your only chance to get it all back. I'm not just going to hand it too you. So win it fair and square, you still have a chance to make some money tonight." Saliss turned to a man who had been quietly eyeing her the whole time from the side of the table. "You, if the waitress comes back, make sure she puts in extra everything."

The man looked up at her startled and unsure what to say as the table's most sober accuser spoke up at her words. "Now you're cheating again! You don't want her to eat more!"

"Well, I guess I am being unfair...did you really think she could eat more?" She said slowly while she reached up to knuckle her chin thoughtfully.

"Oi! That waif could eat five." A blustery voice shouted. "No she is way too small. Four! Four I bet she gets down four!" Another added. Soon a shouting match was raised around the table as they made their bets.

Nodding thoughtfully in the middle of the noise, Saliss looked over at Janis and waved her over. "Well bring her here then. Let us just see." 

With few words, Janis was seated on a bench squarely under the blue-eyed gaze of Saliss and the rest of the tavern patrons. With no words spoken, a waitress brought out a platter balancing four bowls.

"I suppose once a man loses everything he won't be able to cover the food." Saliss quipped as Janis took the first bite. "Let's have the winner make a gesture and pay for the girl's food...That is reasonable I'm sure." The woman said looking around. "And don't get angry if you lose. This girl seems to have been through enough, and I could have walked away with the money if my heart had been cold."

"I can agree to that..." Said a reasonable voice as the room quietly watched Janis already scraping the bottom of the first bowl.

Saliss turned to Janis with a knowing grin and winked. "Well then girl, enjoy this, and don't think it charity."

One hour later...

Janis put down the spoon, and sat back unfinished. If she went for anymore and emptied the bowl they would just bring another, but then the chef would have to cook up a whole new batch.

The men around her were amazed. "F-F-FFourteen...Fourteen bowls"

Saliss walked over counting the bowls herself. "Well that's the total. So I bet two, or was it three... Where did the man who bet seven go? There you are... I'd say you won." Saliss grinned merrily clapping a very stunned wide-eyed man on the back.

Janis got up, and moved to the tavern door but a surprisingly strong small hand grabbed her arm as she ambled past. Turning around she saw Saliss holding her back.

"Hey come over here, you shouldn't have to sleep out there. I hate for something to happen to a woman just because I've gotten her so out of balance playing a game."

Janis looked at the slender hand that held her fast. It was unimaginably soft but still unyielding. Either she was really quite weak still, or this Saliss had lots of hidden potential behind those blue eyes.

With ease, Saliss pointed her over to the stairs and followed behind as she strode from the room. As they made their exit, Janis noticed for the first time the man in black sitting by the door. He had been undetectable the whole time.

She didn't think too hard about it. After being brought to the room and dropping her pack, she fell into a lounge seat by the room's unused fireplace and fell asleep.

Waking up as the white morning light filled the room from the lace covered windows, Janis looked up at the noise that woke her. She felt out of place in the suite. She was very aware she still hadn't bathed properly and yet she was in a room filled with upholstered furniture, carved stonework, wood paneling, three fireplaces, and plush thick carpeting. On one side of her was the center fireplace with its elegant cover, and stone mantle. On the other side was the lace covered windows and a huge canopied bed oversized even for the luxury room. 

Just out of arm's reach, the man stood naked next to the bed. His tan tall slim body was very muscular she noticed. She also could see he was well hung. Her face burned as she stared at the impossibly thick rope of meat that hung down over his large balls. Each orb was larger than a chicken's egg. She could smell a warm earthy scent coming from them. She was reminded of what she had done for food only a short while ago.

"Good morning girl." His voice called, breaking into her thoughts.

Looking up, she blushed harder at his knowing smug smile and laughing dark eyes. "...Good morning Sir Marcos..." She croaked as her voice cracked.

"Mmmph..." The man was pushed aside as a naked Saliss got out of bed behind him. Janis marveled at her body as she moved over the bed like a drunk spider. Her whole body was a clean pale pink. Her limbs were long and graceful. While she didn't quite come to the man's height, she was still taller than an average woman. 

Her perfect tear-drop shaped breasts were capped with faint reddened nipples, and her womanly hips, and thighs surrounded a trimmed thatch of blonde muff. She was the most beautiful woman Janis had ever seen as she stretched and looked around distractedly.

"...mm paaaa," Saliss cleared her throat and pointed at Janis. "Chamber paa..."

"Huh?" Janis muttered.

"Get the chamber pot." The blonde repeated rubbing her face catching her eye.

Janis looked around and grabbed it for her.

The blonde nodded as she took it. "Good, now get some hot water for a bath. I should be ready in a moment." She said coming more and more awake. "This place should have pipes for it, and I bet the tub is back there." She gestured to a curtained section by the fireplace on Janis' other side before slinking towards the privacy screen.

An hour or so later, everyone was washed. After Saliss had washed herself, and emptied the tub, she had stared at Janis expectantly to refill it and clean herself. As she scrubbed months of hard living off her body, the pair looked over her clothes, pack, and sandals as they asked and answered questions.

"So Janis. Why is a lone Warrioress, who can't take care of herself, going around trying to fight things?" The woman asked repeating more or less the first question she had asked a little while ago.

"For honor." Janis replied simply. The two had a disturbing habit of taking apart her answers. It was best to give them very little to go on. Marcos mostly stayed non-verbal but he shrugged, or even giggled as Janis tried to explain herself.

"But since you lost your companions...what have you been doing for the last... two months was it? Before you met Garec. I guess I'm curious what you were trying to do alone. You seem painfully aware of your...limits."

"Ah, yes, that...well..." 

There really wasn't much to say. Her companions had dwindled over the last year since they had set out. Janis hadn't lived because she was the best. She had survived because many of her betters had protected her with their lives. "It won't happen again if you teach me!" Janis pleaded to Marcos suddenly.

"...Hurmmph." He grunted non-comittally. "You could die learning from me are you okay with that?"

"Yes!" Janis shouted falling before him.

"Don't speak too soon." Marcos snapped. "Don't you love your life? My arts aren't for the weak, you really could die."

"I will be a Warrioress whether or not I get your help. I will fight for justice and die if I have too for it. I am weak now. I know it is only luck, and the sacrifices of others that I have lived this long. How I die doesn't matter as long I am helping..."

Marcos grunted but didn't say anything more. 

As they went downstairs, Janis tried to remember what if anything they had told her about themselves. She drew a blank as she came out to the street with them. What she had been told was easy to pick up anyway. Saliss didn't want to be somewhere and so they were going somewhere else. 

The sunlight felt pleasant. Janis was glad for the recent warm weather. People were out and walking around in the warmth of the sun. The air was clear, and the town was filled with the sounds of horses clopping past, carts creaking, blacksmiths pinging away, and axes chopping down morning firewood.

"So much for lack of civilization, right Marcos?" Saliss joked as she pointed out a restaurant setting up for breakfast. The smell of honeyberry muffin made everyone's stomach growl. "Let's stop here..."

Eating outside in good company was rejuvenating for Janis as she saw the simple purity, and good of common men all around. 

In the gold midmorning light, she followed the pair up the street trying to figure out her next step. Not having a decent weapon was a huge draw back to her plans to regain her honor. If she couldn't get a sword, she would need a decent club, or knife, or even a staff. 

As they walked up the streets into the sun, they found that up near the city square there was a gathering. A group of more than fifty people openly carrying weapons stood in the center, and a crowd of the townspeople surrounded them and listening to relatively well dressed man who seemed to be the town's leader.

"Adventurers! Adventurers! Come hear this!" The man shouted from the center of the square on a stone pedestal built into the lip of a fountain.

Janis followed the two over to a spot at the edge of the crowd.

"There is a dragon among us! It plagues the villages to the North. These men are going, but we need more! We must end this threat! We have a man to lead us! Who among you wants the fame, the honor, and even some of the dragon's treasure horde?" He said looking around at the faces before him.

"What do you think?" Saliss asked Marcos after hearing the announcement.

"It's a trick. When they find its lair, the leader is going to go off alone to 'get it to come out', or 'fight it'. When it does come out, he'll be long gone, and it'll eat everyone it finds. After getting its fill, it'll likely sleep for years, or decades depending on its size, age, and how many people they take up there. Humans can't kill dragons. It's a dream to say they can even hunt them."

"...So you don't want to go then is that it?" Saliss grinned and her eyes glittered, "You're not scared are you?"

"I think you just want to see a dragon. I won't stop you, and you know I'll follow. But, understand that if you do decide to go stand before it, I won't be able to protect you." Marcos said quickly. "Dragons, a least high dragons, are pretty close to gods on this plane. There are few things stronger I suppose, but none of them occur as frequently as even a rare dragon sighting."

Saliss straightened. "So it is stronger than you?" Marcos just shrugged. 

"Who knows it's not my business to go and find out."

"Oh this sounds interesting. We'll have to see it then." Saliss said with finality.

Pushing off the wall, she parted the spectators and led the group into the center of the crowd. 

The 'dragon hunter' leading the group sat on the edge of the speaker's pedestal. He wore battered bronze plate armor that was in need of repair. His helmet's face guard was down making it hard to see his face. The men around him bathed in his regal presence, sure he would get them back alive. Among the crowd, several hardened warriors were sprinkled in. Mostly however the group was full of young men from surrounding farm villages. They strutted around arrogantly sure of their fortunes.

"Greetings, and salutations," Saliss called as she came to stand before the leader. Janis got a creepy feeling wondering why this man would be covering her face. If Saliss had similar suspicions, she didn't show it. "We wish to travel with your party." Janis could feel the eyes in the crowd shift onto them at her words. 

A young blonde haired man dressed in common clothes leaned next to the leader oozing impudence. After running his eyes over Saliss and Janis, he shifted the crotch of his pants and straightened from his slouch to speak up in his farmer's accent that stretched the a's and cut out the t's as he spoke. "What do we need you women for? Are you whores here to keep us ready to fight?"

The crowd around them mumbled and pressed in tighter. "We are here to kill a dragon," Saliss responded uncaring of the stirrings around her. "Hasn't this leader killed one before?"

"Oi! what do you know? He was the sole survivor of the last attack on a dragon's nest far to the east. Puzzlao knows how to kill a dragon."

"Sole survivor? Puzzulio," Saliss repeated slowly struggling with the man's rustic pronunciation. "Well that is interesting. We shall join your camp then." She said airily and turned to depart.

"Oi wait!" The blonde man called. "Where's your tent?"

Saliss beamed him a smile that got hoots from the crowd. "Never you mind boy, when I want your money I'll come for it." She stepped closer and cupped his face. "I hope you have enough for me." She turned and led her way out as the crowd gave a shout and went wild.

When Janis and Saliss got outside the mass of people clumped in the square, Marcos approached them. "Marcos, why were you not with me in that crowd?"

"They were only men..." He shrugged. "Besides working with people is your specialty. Nevertheless, can I ask how long did you wanted to travel? If I remember right, you were tired of camping. Do you really wish to continue with this group?"