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Sellsword Ch. 01

By: Arogue



Sellsword 1 – Jarveena

This story was previously posted on a sight that is no longer fully functional.

He rode slowly toward the walled keep.

Where his skin showed, it was sun bronzed and cris-crossed by the white of many scars. His eyes, below the gray brows, were hard and dark, like the eyes of a predatory beast. The blazing sun glinted off the mail shirt he wore, and from the polished metal of the sword strapped across his back.

His name is Garth, he is a sellsword, a mercenary. His weapon skills for sale to any with the price, and his price was not small.

He had been commissioned by the Duke of this fief to search out, and slay a band of outlaws. Peasants who thought themselves the equal of their Duke.

Garth reached the gate and was challenged by the Dukes men-at-arms. They had been warned of his arrival, and raised the portcullis that he might enter.

When he was shown into the great hall, he was greeted by the Duke, his wife and his daughter. The Duchess was a beauty to behold. Some years the junior of her husband, her figure was only just approaching matronly. The daughter caused Garth’s breath to catch in his throat.

Her hair was like a raven’s wing, her skin like polished alabaster, and her body was such that any man would risk everything to posses it, even for a single night. But Garth was here on business, perhaps when that was finished, he’d sample the favors of the Duke’s ladies.

"Come, Garth, take wine with us while we discuss what needs be done." The Duke said, gesturing toward the long table, as his stewards served wine in silver goblets and comely serving wenches placed meat, bread and cheese before them.

As the Duke droned on about the outlaws on his southern borders, Garth’s eyes were drawn to the Duchess, her name was Dylees, her beauty was of the classic sort, that which was given to the statues of goddesses. But her eyes the deep blue/green of the sea, shown with a wanton glint.

Garth caught her gaze and she allowed the tip of her tongue to caress her full lips.

She looked away as the Duke unrolled another map on the table.

Garth gave the map a cursory look before shifting his eyes to the daughter.

She had been introduced as the Maid Tiffane.

Her black hair was piled atop her head, and bound with silver chains, her long, graceful neck was encircled by a velvet ribbon that bore a sapphire pendant. Garth allowed his eyes to roam shamelessly over her face and form.

She was perfection. Eyes that glowed with the luminescence of the sea, breasts that rose like ripe melon halves, topped by small, hard cherries.

For her part, Tiffane returned his appraising look, with an appreciative one of her own. She saw before her a man that was accustomed to having his own way, with his world and with his women. The thought of being taken by this man, this man of danger, excited her, unseen by the others, she slipped her hand into her lap and caressed the warm moist triangle between her trembling thighs.

"So, how many men will you require?" The Duke asked, his voice deep and resonant.

"I’ll work alone. I prefer that to a group, too noisy and difficult to control." Garth responded, his eyes looking at the map. "I will require a pack animal and supplies though, and I plan to begin on the ‘morrow, at night fall."

Their business concluded for the night, the Duke bade his steward show Garth to the guest quarters.

Within moments of Garth’s closing his door, there was a soft tapping upon it. From the looks he received from both women, Garth almost expected one, or the other, to approach him. He was surprised when the open doorway revealed both mother and daughter. Both wore their night clothes, silk shifts and robes, and both bore the aroma of roses.

Without words they slipped into Garth’s bedchamber and closed the door.

"Am I to be honored with the favors of both of you?" Garth asked as the Duchess began unfastening the leather bindings of his mail shirt, the Maid Tiffane busying herself with Garth’s boots.

"A warrior such as yourself should be able to pleasure two amorous women, should you not?" The Duchess replied, letting Garth’s mail shirt fall open.

Garth bent forward to let the chain mail slip over his head to fall into a dark metal pool on the floor.

"I ask you to teach my daughter how to please a man, but I beg you to spare her her maidenhead, I would that she will marry well."

"And only a maiden would be suitable for a noble union eh?" Garth said, straightening up, "I will keep that in mind, but I presume that your maidenhood is not in question."

Dylees flushed at the open manner in which the sellsword addressed her.

"I would see my pupil." Garth stated, reaching for the belt of Tiffane’s robe.

The garment fell away revealing the almost transparent shift she wore. 

Even thus concealed Garth could tell she had the body of a woman. He slid her shift from her shoulders and it slipped down her ivory body to fall softly to the floor. 

"She is indeed comely." Garth judged, touching her firm young breasts gently, seeing the dark nipples grow erect. "And she responds like a woman."

"I have trained her in the way a woman may be pleasured." Dylees said as she rid herself of her robe and shift, "and does this please you as well?" she asked, standing proudly before him, naked to his appraising gaze.

"I am pleased with both of you." Garth admitted, watching Dylees cup and caress her own breasts.

"Tiffane, prepare yourself my dear." Dylees instructed.

"Yes mother." The girl answered, moving to the bed.

"What do you know of men Tiffane?" Garth asked stripping off the remainder of his clothes.

Tiffane’s gaze locked onto Garth’s swelling penis, "N – nothing – Sir."

She stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep pink.

"Then that is where we will start. This thing that has caught your attention," Garth grasped his, now erect organ, "is called a penis, or if you prefer, a cock, or prick. These," he hefted is balls in his other hand, "are called testes, they are also known as stones and balls."

Tiffane nodded, "That is your – cock – and those your – stones, correct?"

"Very good. Now you’ll learn what they feel like." He took Tiffane’s soft, small hand and placed it on his stones. "These are quite sensitive, so you must always be gentle and loving with them."

Tiffane stroked and caressed them with gentleness and care, noticing how Garth’s cock would twitch from time to time as she caressed his balls.

"You’ve noticed how my cock reacts to what you are doing." He grinned, "here, place your other hand around it."

Tiffane did as she was instructed. She felt the strong pulse and the large veins that ran over the long shaft. "What is this part called?" She touched the dark head hesitantly.

"It’s called the head, or helmet."

Dylees looked on from a chair in the corner. The sight of this stranger being caressed by her daughter was one of pure erotic delight. The Duchess began to caress her self, cupping and squeezing her breasts, and rubbing her fingers up and down her wet pussy.

One the bed, Garth encouraged Tiffane to taste the flesh of his, now rigid, cock.

Timidly, the girl lowered her head until her lips barely touched the helmet.

"Lick the tip Tiffane." Garth said softly.

The girl’s tongue moved over the taught skin of Garth’s cock-head, sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

The Duchess, her fingers moving quickly in and out of her pussy, couldn’t help but watch as her daughter opened her soft lips and took Garth’s cock into her mouth.

"That’s the way my dear, suck it into your mouth, move your tongue over the shaft as you do." He instructed as Tiffane lowered her head onto his cock, taking him deeper and deeper into her eager mouth. Instinctively, she began to move her head up and down, her lips and tongue stroking Garth’s erect cock. "Excellent," he managed to gasp as he resisted the urge to thrust his cock deep into her mouth. "Now try to swallow it."

The girl looked up at him with questioning eyes.

Garth simply caressed her face and smiled, "It’s all right, just try it."

As the girl’s throat spasmed, then accepted his cock-head, Garth gasped in pleasure. His hands went to Tiffane’s hair, holding her head steady while he thrust is cock in and out of her mouth. Garth avoided driving the helmet of his cock into her throat, rather encouraging her to swallow it from time to time.

"Caress my stones – feel how full they are," he had reached the edge and was holding back only with the strongest of will.

Dylees left her chair and joined them on the bed, her face close to Tiffane’s. "When you spend, let me taste of it as well." She pleaded, her tongue forcing Tiffane’s hand from Garth’s quickly filling balls.

At this Garth could hold back no longer. His balls spasmed as hot cum surged up his iron shaft and erupted from his cock-head.

At first, Tiffane drew back, the first spurt of Garth’s semen surprising her. The ropy strings of pearly fluid landing on her face.

"Don’t let it be wasted girl." Her mother scolded, her own mouth replacing her daughters on Garth’s spurting cock.

Garth held both women by the hair – he lifted Dylees from his cock and forced Tiffane’s mouth back to it’s original task. "She needs to learn, not you," he told the Duchess.

Tiffane continued sucking Garth’s cock as Dylees caressed and licked his stones, until Garth’s orgasm had ebbed and he withdrew his semi-erect cock from Tiffane’s soft mouth.

"You pleasured me well Tiffane. You show instincts for pleasing a man." Garth caressed her face and breasts, "Would you like to learn more?"

Dylees intervened at this, "Perhaps you and I could demonstrate Garth – remember her maidenhead is to remain intact."

"As it shall Duchess – as it shall." The mercenary smiled, reaching for Dylees’ hair.

"I don’t understand." She protested.

"You are going to show Tiffane how to help a man recover so that the pleasure may continue." He pulled Dylees to him, his cock-head pressing to her lips.

Willingly, the Duchess opened her mouth and Garth thrust his cock deep inside. As he pumped his cock in and out of Dylees’ hungry and willing mouth, his hand strayed to Tiffane’s thighs, feeling their silky flesh, he probed between them, secretly stroking her young pussy lips, feeling them grow wet, swelling around his intruding finger.

Tiffane’s lips caressed his ear, "Mother has taught me that already, but when you do it – it is so much better." Her voice was soft and low as she confessed this to him.

"Has she taught you this as well?" He asked, moving Tiffane so she straddled his face.

The girl had no time to answer as Garth drew her wet pussy to his waiting mouth, she could only gasp with pleasure as his tongue flicked over her swelling clitoris.

In moments, Tiffane’s body was quivering with excitement, waves of ecstatic pleasure flowing through every nerve and muscle in her young body. "YES!! Oh YES!!" she cried as her orgasm rapidly welled up inside her.

Dylees, for her part, moved her head up and down, drawing Garth’s thick cock into her tight throat, then letting it lip slowly through her sucking lips, only to let it be pumped, once more, into her spasming throat. Garth grabbed the Duchess by the hair and lifted her from his cock. At the same time he moved Tiffane from her perch on his mouth – she was reluctant to move – and bade her get on her hands and knees.

"Her maidenhead Garth!" Dylees cried in alarm as the powerful man knelt behind Tiffane’s upturned young ass.

"It’s safe Duchess, ‘tis not that I hunger for." His large callused hands spread the cheeks of Tiffane’s ass. Garth began stroking the tight puckered rosebud of her ass with his thumb.

Tiffane began to respond to Garth’s probing – her ass pressing back.

"Lick my cock Dylees, it needs be wet and slick." He instructed, his fingers now massaging Tiffane’s ass, probing into the tight ring of her sphincter, causing it to relax some, and permit his finger entry.

The Duchess willingly complied with Garth’s demand, and eagerly sucked and licked Garth’s cock until it glistened with her saliva. She then took it in her hand and placed the swollen head against her daughters waiting – virgin – ass.

Slowly Garth pressed his mighty penis against Tiffane’s tight hole, and slowly it relaxed enough to admit some small penetration.

"IT HURTS!!" Tiffane cried, even as she was grinding her ass back against Garth’s invading cock." "Should I stop?" he asked, never pausing in his relentless plowing of this virgin soil.

"No – please – don’t stop." She begged as Garth’s cock slipped a little further into her ass.

Dylees lay on her back beneath their union, alternately licking Garth’s stones and her daughters dripping pussy – her own fingers buried in her noble cunt all the while.

Garth’s cock was now completely buried in Tiffane’s tender ass. He began long slow thrusts, sliding in and out, feeling the hot, tight clutch of the girls sphincter as it slid over his heavy cock.

Guttural groans of pain mingled with moans of pleasure as the girl eagerly participated in her own buggering, pushing her hips back to accept Garth’s invading prick. As the power of Garth’s thrusts increased, his stones slammed against the girls swollen clitoris, adding to the intensity of the pleasure she was receiving from this amazing coupling.

Dylees was also busy – her tongue flicking over Garth’s shaft, his ball-sack and Tiffane’s succulent pussy and hard clitoris. Her fingers moving rapidly in and out of her own steaming cunt pushing her closer and closer to a shattering orgasm.

Garth felt his balls tighten as they filled, ready to explode into Tiffane’s waiting bowels. His hands gripped her ass-cheeks tightly as he pounded his cock into her ass harder and harder. His cock began to pulsate as it erupted – hot cum flowing into Tiffane’s eager ass, filling her, running from her tight ass to flow down her thighs, now quivering as her own orgasm caused her entire body to quake.

Dylees was the last to cum, her fingers twisting and tormenting her clitoris as her own juices ran from her to drench the bedclothes beneath her.

His erection slowly deflating, Garth let his cock slip from Tiffane’s ass as she slumped forward, exhausted, on the bed. He knelt back on his heels and used Dylees’ night gown to wipe off his semi-hard cock. "If you can make this hard again, you may have it." He said, offering her this prize.

The Duchess fell upon his cock like a starving child might fall upon a morsel of bread. Her lips encompassed the dark head and her tongue moved over the swollen veins that ran over the shaft. Her hungry mouth sucked Garth deep inside, letting the head lodge in her throat. Before too very long, the object of desire began to twitch and grow in her mouth, swelling along the shaft, the head returning to the size of a plum as she sucked and licked Garth’s rejuvenating cock.

"Are you making note of what your mother is doing Tiffane?" Garth asked, his hands holding Dylees’ head so he could fuck her willing mouth.

The girl nodded that she was – unable to tear her eyes away – as she would need to know how to please her husband in this way as well. "May I lick your stones?" She asked timidly.

Garth nodded and soon he felt Tiffane’s tongue licking over his scrotum, adding to the hardness of his returning erection.

Garth removed Dylees’ mouth from his cock and pushed her onto her back on the bed. "Now watch as I have your mother Tiffane." Garth instructed, "then you may continue to lick and suck my stones."

"Put my cock against your vestibule Dylees." He commanded, and the Duchess guided his massive cock to her pussy lips.

"You will have to do this as well Tiffane," he reminded her, "your husband will like that. Try it." He moved his cock away from Dylees’ cunt – she groaned.

Tiffane’s touch was no longer the timid touch of a virgin, she took Garth’s cock in her soft hand and placed the head against her mothers cunt, but first she kissed the dark swollen head.

Garth smiled as he thrust into Tiffane’s mother, burying his cock completely in a single, savage stroke. Dylees cried out in pleasure as she felt herself being filled, his massive stones slapping against the cheeks of her ass.

As Garth pounded his cock into her mother’s hungry cunt, Tiffane busied herself with licking and sucking Garth’s swinging balls. She was also frantically rubbing and teasing her own clitoris, her fingers moving nimbly over the hard nib. It took her only moments to bring herself to one more orgasm, moaning and gasping with ecstasy, she lay back to watch this handsome warrior reduce her mother to a mass of heaving, quivering, pleasure saturated flesh.

Dylees gasped and moaned, her teeth biting into Garth’s shoulder, her heels drumming on his ass, her long fingernails raking bloody grooves in his broad back. "HARDER!" she cried, "HARDER!"

Smiling, Garth stepped up the tempo of his movements, thrusting his huge cock into her hungry cunt with a savage – animal ferocity until her felt her cunt tighten around his cock, her cunt lips swelling, the Duchess approached orgasm.

Her hips thrusting up to accept Garth’s mighty cock, her thighs trembling, Dylees was engulfed by the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. She felt every muscle, every nerve in her body was alive and tingling with ecstasy. Her cunt spasmed, clutching Garth’s prick in it’s wet, velvet grip, urging him toward his own climax.

Finally, he could hold back no longer, as Dylees trembled in the grip of her orgasm, Garth’s cock erupted once more, filling the Duchess with his semen until it ran out of her sopping cunt, and down the crack of her ass.

Tiffane hungrily lapped up the mingled juices of Garth and her mother, licking at it like a pet mongrel. After some moments, the three lay sated, sweat glistening on their bodies, breathing ragged as they sought to regain their composure.

"You learned much this night Tiffane. Your husband will be a lucky man." Garth commented, absently stroking the girl’s thigh. "And you Dylees, your Duke is indeed fortunate to have you as his wife."

If Dylees detected the irony in his voice, she failed to make note of it. 

"Come, Tiffane, we must return to our rooms so Garth might rest." Dylees rose and dressed, urging Tiffane to do so as well.

The women left as they had entered, silently.

Garth extinguished the candle and lay back, pulling the cover over himself to sleep.

In the dark, quiet hours before dawn, Garth was awakened by the sound of his bedroom door opening, then closing quietly. He feigned sleep, but he was ready to act, his weapon hand resting on the pommel of his dagger.

A familiar scent reached his nostrils. Perfume – Dylees’ or Tiffane’s?

A hand lifted the covers from his waist and a wet, warm mouth covered his resting cock.

TIFFANE!

Garth stroked her hair tenderly.

"Make me a complete woman Garth. My mother will never know, I beg you, make me a woman." She pleaded, her small hand replacing her mouth as she sought to arouse Garth’s cock.

Her efforts, of course, were successful. In moments Garth’s cock stood straight and hard, a tribute to his recuperative powers as well as to Tiffane’s skill at ‘pleasing a man.

"Are you certain of this Tiffane, for there will be no turning back, once it’s gone, it will never grow back..." Garth cautioned her.

"I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. I want to be a woman Garth, I want to know the thrill of a man inside me, filling he with his cock, taking me to the top of the mountain and letting me soar."

Garth smiled at her eagerness. "Then so it shall be," he said, pulling her onto the bed beside him. He began sucking her youthful breasts, then let his mouth move down over her taught belly until he was grazing in her soft, moist pubic hair. His tongue flicked out and caressed her already, swollen clitoris, then licked the full length of her hot, wet slit.


Sellsword Ch. 01



The sword glinted, and blood ran down it's length. In the darkness, I almost mistook the blood for being black and not red, but nature can play tricks on a wary mind. Especially after battle, that is when a soldier can either lose his sanity, or win it back in spades. But I am no longer a soldier for a Lord, I am a soldier-for-hire, a mercenary; a sellsword.

I fight, and give my sword for the highest bidder. I've fought in so many wars, I no longer remember when I last fought for honour, or for a genuine cause. I can tell you however, none exist. I live by my own code; never to hurt women or children, and to not partake in politics or religion.

All that matters to me, is who has the biggest pouch of gold to offer me for my services. Religion and politics mean nothing to me, I came from the frozen North. A land of Lords, and self-proclaimed Wardens of the North. Where Clans fought for power, and territories. I no longer can even remember my own Clan leader's name any more if he was even still alive. But it doesn't matter now, I fight and kill by the sword for payment and tonight was no different. I cleaned my sword of the dried blood with a rag, as cook fires roar in the night, and fellow mercenaries and soldiers loyal to Lord Rostak drink to their victory tonight. 

We had hit them hard, Fort Toras fell within just two hours. Under siege the old fort was no match to the larger force we attacked with, nor the siege weapons we used. The renegade Lord Bricon tried in vain to keep us out, but we forced our way in anyway. I killed a dozen men, I believe. I could be wrong, the number could be higher or just under a dozen. In battle you sometimes lose count.

Only an hour ago Lord Bricon literally shit his breaches, when Lord Rostak ordered his beheading. I don't know where they took his head, or his body but regardless the war, if it could be called that was over. It barely lasted a month, we took Castle Clairmont and Lord Bricon was forced to flee, and we chased him, with a few skirmishes in the hills and mountains, until we faced him here at Fort Toras. For my services, I was expected a hefty one hundred and fifty gold Sovereigns, for my month's work. Considering I led the charge at Castle Clairmont that took the courtyard, that allowed our forces to enter the Castle, I was to be paid an extra fifty Sovereigns for that. 

Once I got paid tonight, I would break for the major city of Kirkston in the middle of the night, before others had the same idea and a few wayward sellswords would go missing, found dead later on and robbed of their payment. We all knew it was the soldiers, who'd follow some drunk sellsword and kill them, before taking their gold.

I was not about to befall that fate, I was not drunk nor was I stupid. Once I cleaned my short-sword, with my rag I made my way to Lord Rostak's steward; Ferran. He was a lanky, tall blonde man who was in charge of Lord Rostak's duties, such as paying the men for their services, the upkeep of their own army and of course the costs of the short war itself. I pushed into his tent, that was only recently erected. He sat behind his desk under candlelight, looking at some parchment and writing with his quill.

"Ah Koran Candon, I expected you to show up for your payment." 

Even his tone told me that I was the first sellsword of the night who had come to him, for payment. The candlelight flickered as he wrote on the parchment.

"Steward Ferran, I am sorry to disturb you. I was hoping to get away, and break for Kirkston before dawn. I am sorry to ask for payment, but I have just a few silvers in my pockets at the moment."

Ferran looked up, and sighed.

"Very well, come and sign for your payment sellsword." 

I nodded, and apprached the big Oak desk he sat behind, as he pulled a piece of parchment from a draw in the table, and a large bag, that jingled of coins as he placed it on the desk. 

I leaned forward, picking up the quill and dabbing it into the ink I quickly scrawled my mark on the parchment, as Ferran took the quill from me to write 'for the sum of one-hundred and fifty gold Sovereigns, for duties carried out in the service of Lord Rostak' before putting down the quill. He slowly untied the bag, and opened it to peer inside. 

He counted out the hefty payment, as my services never came cheap. It took almost ten minutes, before he had the payment counted out and placed into my leather-bound pouch I carried my money in. The bag weight a lot now, as it was filled with both gold Sovereigns, and some silvers so Ferran didn't run out of gold to pay the rest of the sellswords. I placed the pouch inside my breast plate, the only place I trusted my money to be secreted; so I could feel it against my chest and skin at all times. 

I never trusted any of my pouches or bags of money to be hooked onto my sword-belt, it was too easy to loot. I said my goodbyes, to steward Ferran and told him to contact me if Lord Rostak had any more word for me in the coming months. He waved me off, and went back to scrawling on his parchment. I left his tent, and made my way over to my things; my weapons, and napsack that I carried my food, water skin and such inside. I picked it up, as some soldiers watched me; aware that I wasn't waiting to be set upon in the forests, by them and robbed of my money. I broke from the camp, and began to travel through the woodland due south towards Kirkston, which was about twenty leagues away. Two or three days travel, on foot. 

It was a long trek, my body was aching and tired from the battle but within two days I arrived at Kirkston, and it's big open main gates. It was mid-day, and a troop of guards stood at the gate, watching over traders and citizens pass through on their daily business. They were wearing the city's Coat of Arms on their tunics and surcoats, an Oak tree over the backdrop of three mountains. 

Kirkston wasn't too deep in the north, still over a hundred leagues south of the northern coast. Fort Toras, was about eighty leagues from the coast. I hailed from the far north, on the edge of the northern coast.

The city wasn't the capital, but it was considered the main city of the north of the country; the biggest city in the north. It was also neutral territory, Lord Rostak held no power here, no Lord did. 

It was governed by an elected council, that was overseen by the throne, and the King in the far south-east in the capital city; Terraria. The troop of guards watched me, holding their spears and touching the hilts of their swords. They knew I was sellsword, as I wore no distinguishing Coat of Arms, meaning I was not loyal to any Lord, and of course I must have looked liked one. Being out in the open for weeks on the move, fighting and moving on again left me with a dirty appearance, with a rough grown-out beard that was thick and covered my entire jaw and most of my throat. I also wore my battered, dented breastplate, and had my shorts-sword sheathed on my belt, and my dagger sheathed on my other thigh.

As I approached one of the guards, I assumed the Captain of the troop stepped towards me with his spear raised and spoke in a strong northern accent, akin to my own and loud enough for me to hear him.

"Are you a sellsword?" He asked me.

I nodded glumly, worried to say anything more in case he was looking for a reason to arrest me, and rob me of my money.

"You know Kirkston is neutral territory, the Terrarian throne protects the city and any vendettas, between Lords and Wardens are not to be fought within these walls."

I nodded, and spoke.

"I understand Captain, I've just returned from battle between Lord Bricon and Lord Rostak." I said simply.

The Captain nodded.

"Who came out on top?" He asked me.

I watched his face, but knew he was indeed neutral and he was just curious.

"Lord Rostak, he had Lord Bricon beheaded after we put the Fort of Toras to siege. I can assure you, I am a sellsword first and foremost. I don't bring their disputes with me, my business with Lord Rostak is finished. I am just here to replenish my supplies, enjoy some ale and grub, and find a woman to fall asleep inside." I said.

The guards laughed, and even the Captain chuckled at my last comment.

"Well you'll find your native northern girls here at Kirkston, if you're missing home. We have Inns, and brothels to choose from as long as you swear to keep the peace in the name of the King." The Captain said smiling under his own thick brown beard.

I thanked the Captain, and walked on into the city where the hustle and bustle of the nearby markets, and vendors was deafening. I had last been in Kirkston, just a few months ago. Since that visit, I had been travelling between towns and villages looking for work until Steward Ferran found me, and offered me work for Lord Rostak.

I carried with me three weapons; my short-sword, my dagger and a mace that I had taken from a dead soldier after the battle at Castle Clairmont. However my short-sword would need some upkeep, as the hilt had been damaged during battle at Fort Toras, when my sword had gotten stuck in the skull of a soldier I had killed, and trying to pull it free had damaged the hilt and handle. I didn't want to go into another battle, and find the sword break in two, so I visited the local blacksmiths. 

I found one small vendor, run by a big man clad in his blacksmithing clothing as he hammered a sword, on his anvil. He looked up at me, and I showed him my short-sword. He quickly put down his hammer and moved over to take the sword from me.

"The handle, and hilt of the sword is damaged. I need it repaired." I told him.

He surveyed the sword, inspecting it in his hands.

"It's more than that, the hand guard is off balance and loose, and the blade could do with some straightening out." He said.

I figured that, I hoped the blade could go some time more before needing it to be straightened out, and I hadn't noticed the hand guard was loose.

"How much is this going to cost me?" I asked.

The blacksmith looked at the sword, twirling it in his big, thick paws.

"Three gold Sovereigns, should cover it. It's an hour's work, plus I need to heat the metal to straighten out the blade again."

I sighed, but I trusted this sword with my life. It had been in my possession for almost three years now, it was almost a lucky trinket, and since having it in my possession I seemed to survive more battles and skirmishes, with ease. Maybe I was superstitious, but I had trust in that sword; enough to pay out the nose to have it fixed.

I took three gold Sovereign coins from my pouch, and put them into his hand. 

"I'll be back in the morning to collect it." I told him, and without waiting for a reply I quickly turned and left the blacksmith vendors, to find a whore house.

I had been to Kirkston before, and knew of one that I would always visit; it was cleaner than most, and at least somewhat safe being that it was protected by a local Crime Lord. It was called Viprey's Pleasure house. Named after the madame who owned the establishment, and it was known as one of the cleanest brothels in the city of Kirkstone, and most likely even the entire north of the country.

On the front door stood two bouncers, clad in leather armour, with sheathed swords on their belts. They watched me approach, and they studied me, and sensing I had coin to spend they parted to let me through.

Inside there was joyous music, and singing by the girls as ale, and wine was served to punters and customers. Women in dresses, corsets were dancing with men trying to entice them to their rooms to have sex with them, and be paid.

The women were jostling each other for punters, I even caught sight of a cat-fight through an open door, in one of the bedrooms between two working girls who were fighting over a man sitting on the bed, with a smile on his face.

I made my way to the bar, I needed a drink before I went with one of these girls; my nerves were still shot following the siege at Fort Toras. A young girl behind the bar with flame hair, smiled back at me.

"What will you have, love?" She asked me.

I smiled back, leaning on the counter.

"A flagon of ale, my pretty." I said grinning.

She smiled back, as she went to fill a flagon with the house ale, and quickly returned it to the bar as I pulled one of my silvers from my pouch, quick enough so no one saw the pile of gold Sovereigns I had inside, I didn't want to rouse the local robbers to rob me later in the night.

"How many flagons, will this buy me?" I asked her putting down the coin.

A silver coin is quite valuable, almost enough for a room and board for the night; but that is usually two silver coins, but one is more than enough for a hearty meal or a good three or four flagons of ale.

Her lights lit up seeing the silver coin, and she snatched it up checking it in the light of a nearby candle.

"Three flagons of our house ale, love." 

I smiled, happy I was right in my mathematics.

"You'll remember my face, when I order the next two?" 

She smiled, and nodded eyeing me up.

"Good girl." I said simply, turning from the bar with my flagon of ale and a mug to drink from. 

I found an empty table at the back of the brothel's main room, it was more quiet and I could sit against the back wall of the room, to see everyone who came into the brothel, I didn't want to be blind to an attack because I was sat in an exposed position. 

So putting down my things, near the table I sat down and poured myself a mug of ale. It was spiced, Northern Ale from the harbours on the North-East coast. Very strong, and slightly more expensive than most other ales. The spiced froth of the ale, smothered my jaw and lips as I took a mouthful of the ale.

The candles lit the interior of the brothel, showing the sweating, moist bodies of the working ladies of the establishment, drinking themselves and luring men back to rooms for sex.

It was a good system, as I spotted the establishment's muscle watching over the girls, making sure the men didn't go too far in how they touched them, or how they treated the girls.

I wanted something young, and fresh looking. Last time I was at this brothel, they had very special women; young, at older than eighteen years, but very clean, who looked after themselves, and looked more appetising than the older ladies of the establishment. They'd bathe after every customer, before the next, and would do it if asked. It's what made this brothel so very liked in Kirkston.

It didn't take long until a young girl was watching me, moving closer to my table eyeing me up, fluttering her eyes at me, with her deep, red, hair that curled and flowed over her shoulders.

She was eyeing me up as a potential punter, and she must have noticed I was either a soldier back from his warring, or a sell-sword just recently paid. She saw my mace hanging out of the napsack I carried, with a sleeping roll, clothing and provisions poking out of it's pouches and such. She also spotted the dagger strapped to my thigh, and was cautious watching me leaning against a pillar of the room.

I wasn't ugly, well at least not in comparison with most men in this country. I did had a faint scar on my neck, that was now faint from a dagger, many years ago. I sported my dark, brown hair still and a thick beard. To most I either looked a seasoned soldier, or a father to some girls.

"Relax, young lass. I'm not here to hurt anyone, I am here to enjoy a firm body pressed against me tonight. I'll pay for your services." I said, putting down one gold Sovereign on the table.

Her eyes glinted in the candlelight, seeing the coin I put down. She moved closer, and got a good look at her body. She was wearing a long flowing dress, blue in colour, with a dark brown corset, that accentuated her big breasts, and as she approached me I saw she he had piercing blue eyes.

Slowly she sat down at my table, in the only other free chair.

She was stunning, young, supple, with a large chest and pink skin. She was clearly not from the far north where I was from; where everyone was naturally pale, she was from the North, but not as far as Kirkston.

"Where are you from, sweetheart?" I asked her.

"Ravenport." She said in a faint, Northern accent.

Ah, Ravenport. It was a coastal town on the North-East coast. Known for it having one of the oldest rookeries in the country, it was well known and respected for training up messenger ravens, and birds to be used all over the country.

"Ah that explains your accent, and pinkish skin." I said smiling, as I drank my ale.

I offered her some ale, and she called one of her fellow working-girls in the brothel over for a mug to drink from. She was given one, and I filled her mug with ale.

"Where are you from?" She asked me.

Now that was a question, you wouldn't know of it; a town at the farthest end of the Northern coast, where snow reigned daily, and a place we never knew free of that snow. It wasn't hard to live where I was from, the snow toughened us up for war, and battle.

"You would not have heard of it child, a town on the Northern tip of the country." I said grinning beneath my beard.

The girl giggled, now entering her flirtatious mode, since she knew I wasn't a murderer or someone who liked to hurt girls in general.

"You're seasoned from battle, or going fresh to it?" She asked, her tone more playful.

She had noticed my napsack, and the iron mace poking out of it. She could also see my iron armour beneath my cloak, and over my leather tunic.

"Just back from one, needing some respite from killing folk." I answered her.

She smiled, flicking a strand of her red hair from her face and pushing her chest out to me; she needn't have bothered, I was staring at her breasts the moment I saw her watching me.

"You need a woman to warm your bed, with a nice, warm hole for you to lay inside." She said grinning.

I smiled, she may have been young but she certainly knew what to say to interest me.

"You holes look appealing, why don't you come and sit in my lap." I said, patting my leather clad knee.

She smiled, and slid out of her chair, around the table and perched herself on my knee first, before sliding her bottom fully into my lap.

Her bottom was rounded, and firm pressed up against my crotch, I felt my cock stir in my breaches.

"Now, what is a nice young girl like you wearing, such a long skirt for." I said pushing up her skirts, until I found she was wearing dyed grey, cotton stockings over her pinkish thighs.

The skirt was pulled fully up now, exposing her hairless, smooth cunny, I took my gloves off, throwing them on top of my napsack and with hands I played, and rubbed her pussy under the table.

I now noticed the gold Sovereign was gone, she had obviously pocketed it the moment I put it down on the table for her; even I knew it was more than what most would pay for her services, so she counted herself lucky.

I found her glistening, moist gate and pushed a rough finger of mine inside of her, and she purred leaning against me for support. Her legs went limp, and hung open parted over my knees.

"Good girl, why don't you take my cock out and stroke it." I told her.

She obediently pushed her hand down, and found my breaches, and undoing the string holding it closed, it was soon open and my cock poked into the air hard, and erect. She wrapped her delicate, warm hand around my cock and began to jerk and stroke it as I continued to finger her wet slit.

She was moaning hard, as more of her juices leaked from her open, gaping pussy around my finger. The loud music playing, and joyous celebrations made sure no one could truly hear her.

I finished my jug of ale, as I continued to finger this young girl, while she stroked my member to full erectness. I put down the mug, and stood lifting her with me, allowing her skirts to roll down to hide her moist, wet inner-thighs. I picked up my napsack, the flagon of ale which was still half-full.




Sellsword Ch. 01



"Grab the mugs, and show me your room." I said to her.

She was gasping, and moaning getting over what I had just done to her, but soon found her bearings. She picked up the mugs, and we crossed the large room to one of the private rooms the girls used, and she led me inside.

It was small barely bigger than a privy, but still it served it's purpose with a bed in the corner, and a tabletop with a candle burning away.

I put my napsack down in the corner of the room, and with her back to me I put my pouch of gold and coins away, in a secreted pouch of my napsack. It wasn't obvious, unless you knew where to look, and I sealed it shut with some string. I stood up and saw the girl laying on her back on the bed, still clothed. I removed my armour, and leather tunic but kept my leather breaches, shirt and my boots on, as I was not planning to stay the night here. I would fuck this girl, and find an Inn to sleep in, somewhere I could lock myself safely inside, and know no one would take my gold.

"Take off your skirts, keep the corset and stockings on, girl." I told her throwing the last piece of my tunic on top of my napsack.

She quickly pushed the loose skirt down over her legs, until she was naked down below, with the exception of her grey stockings, and ankle boots. She only wore her corset now, and I could see she had a flat tummy, and a perfect body.

I climbed the bed, with my cock fully erect sticking out of my breaches and pulled her close, to kiss her open mouth.

She had obviously bathed, there was a sweet smell of pine, and roses to her body, and her mouth tasted of the spiced ale, but also cinnamon which I know girls at this brothel drink a tea with it, to clean their mouths before their next customer.

I kissed her open mouth, finding her cunt again I shoved two of my fingers inside her, as she arched her back and threw her head back and moaned.

I did this for a few minutes, moaning and grunting as she stroked my member in time with our kissing. I quickly stood next to the bed, and pulled the redhead girl to the edge of the bed, pushing her down on her back, as her head hung over the edge of the bed.

"Open wide." I told her, and aimed my cock-head to her open, quivering lips.

She dutifully kept her mouth open, as I shoved my member inside her warm, wet, welcoming mouth.

She knew how to swallow a cock, as she only gagged slightly as my cock-head pressed against the back of her young throat.

Her perfect, curvy body bounced on the bedding, as I thrust my cock in and out her young mouth, my balls slightly swinging and touching her chin.

I knew I was close, I hadn't been with a woman in weeks and knew this moment could not last before I exploded in this young girl's mouth, probably being spent for the next ten minutes at least.

I pulled my cock free of her mouth, and stepped back.

"On your hands and knees, I am going to stick your hole with my cock." I said harshly, in the throes of sexual aggression and lust.

She obediently, for coin of course moved around on the bed, with her bare, pink bottom aimed at me she positioned herself on her hands and knees for me.

I moved onto the bed behind her, on my knees and placed my cock-head at her gaping, pink slit and pressed forward, sliding inside her warm hole.

"Oh, by the Gods of stone and snow." She gasped, as I filled her womanhood with my manhood; she was praying to the Northern Gods, Goddess Rylar of stone, and her god and God Forak of the snow.

We never took their great names in vain, and swore to them before battle for luck in surviving, and living another day.

I took hold, a strong hold of her long red hair and pulled on them like the reigns of a horse, and rammed in and out of her sopping, wet slit. Her hole was warm, wet and inviting for me.

I hammered into her with my rod, for a while, I think maybe touching on ten minutes as her body swayed, swung and bounced in time with my thrusts. Eventually however, a man cannot last forever, I grunted and came inside her, flooding her womanhood with my seed.

It dripped out of her worn, and used hole onto her stockings and the bedding. I took a few moments to regain my breath, and slipped out of her with my cock.

I began to dress again, with my tunic and eventually my armour and cloak. 

"Keep the ale, you've earned it and the Sovereign." I said simply, and dressed I turned to leave as she began to pull her skirt back on.

I left the room, closing the door behind me, and making my way out of the establishment to find an Inn to sleep in.

Out in the clear air, the night was setting in, with a dark blue sky. I was about to walk towards the area of the city that housed it's Inns, when suddenly a bell tolled. It was a warning bell, that tolled when the city was under-attack or siege. But Kirkston was neutral, meaning the only people stupid enough to attack the city were reapers, and raiders from the island of Orkley. An island that was not under the control of the Terrarian Throne down South, it was an independent country, known for raping, reaving and pillaging raiders. They would cross the small sea between the Eastern coast, and attack Northern towns and villages.

The last time Kirkston was attacked by these raiders was more than a year ago, and they were pushed back before they entered it's walls.

The Captain of the guard, who was at the gates when I walked through ran past but stopped in front of me.

"We need your help, the city walls will fall unless we have enough men to repel this attack." He told me.

"It is Orkley raiders, correct?" I asked.

He nodded.

"I dont' fight for free, Captain." I said, turning to leave. 

"The city Council will pay you for your services, sellsword. They keep promises." He told me, getting angry at the idea of trying to negotiate with a mercenary.

I sighed, and turned back to the Captain.

"I'll need a sword." I said.

The Captain had another young man next to him, one of the city's guards who threw me his short-sword. It was simple made, like my own; the guard who gave me it took another from his sword-belt.

"They're pushing in from the main gates, about a dozen of them on foot. No horsemen seen yet, but they could be out there." 

I listen to the Captain's assessment of the situation, and putting my napsack on my back, I gripped the short-sword I was given.

"Orkley raiders only number about twenty to thirty men usually, on their raids. One force pushing from the front, and the other split in two attacking from the rear. Post your men to each of those areas, forget the back. Those walls are too sturdy for them to push through, so just post some archers up there. Bring the rest of your men to the front, and both rears of the city's walls." I said, knowing my stuff.

I had fought the Orkley raiders before, both on Northern ground and their own soil, when we pushed back a relatively large invasion about five years ago, when they attacked with just over two hundred men, but we pushed them back to the Eastern Coast and they fled on their ships back to Orkley. But we followed them, pursued them and landed on their Western coastline.

We didn't push too far in land, since we knew we were outnumbered on their own land, but we did attack and torch some of their fishing villages, before sailing back home. We made it clear, just like they could attack and raid our lands, we could do the very same to them too.

These raids and attacks were never carried out by more than thirty of their men, usually one shipload of their forces, and they knew how to separate them into smaller groups to harass us, and such. It meant we had to know where they would attack, and pick them off from a distance.

Orkley raiders were ferocious, and merciless fighters only bested by far Northern warriors like my own Clan, and others like mine. They grow up hard on Orkley, with barely any resources to sell or use, they are dependant on fishing and trading with that for what they need, and it's never with Terraria of course.

The Captain, looked me up and down.

"You're from the Northern coast, aren't you?" He asked me.

I nodded simply, keeping eye contact.

"Glad you're here then, you know how to deal with these bastards." The Captain said smiling, maybe knowing I was from the Northern Clans far North, he felt a little bit more confident in beating these raiders back.

"Alright, troop with me. The rest of you, go with this sellsword." The Captain shouted, to be heard over shouting and screaming.

The troop of guards left to me were only five men, and most were young, ill-experienced and new to any form of battle. Even the last time Kirkston was attacked over a year ago, they were pushed back by a larger force since a Terrarian Princess was visiting the city, and staying overnight that there were over thirty well-trained Royal guards, Knights and soldiers to bolster the city's forces. Now we were lucky if Kirkston had fifty ill-trained, and inexperienced guardsmen protecting it.

Most could barely hold a sword, even one young blonde lad could barely stand straight without shaking; the Captain had taken the best men, and left me with the horse's arse remaining.

"Right, we'll take the Eastern rear, they'll be attacking there and the Western rear. We'll move from one to the other, let's go." I said running ahead at a trot, to reach the city's Eastern walls followed the young guards.

We soon reached the walls, and there were two guardsmen firing bolts from crossbows down over the wall at their attackers. We joined them climbing the walls by it's stairs and stood shoulder to shoulder with the crossbow men.

"We're here to assist, the Captain sent us." I told one of them, a big, burly bearded man who wielded the crossbow in his hands.

"Took your fucking time didn't you's." He said, before firing another bolt over the wall.

"How many are there, down there?" I asked him.

"Maybe a dozen, or less. They're not stupid, they're moving from cover to cover so our bolts and arrows aren't doing any good." He told me.

"They're Orkley raiders, this is their bread and butter raids. They have a system, and routine to follow. They know they'll be outnumbered by the city's guards, so they'll pick you off at a distance, until only a handful of guards still hold the city gates, and it's walls before they push on to overtake you. You need to turn that routine against them, rout them every time they come close, and move a small group outside to face them. They'll be too busy hiding from your bolts and arrows, to notice anyone attacking them. I'll lead the attacking force, while you hold this wall with the last three remaining, and I'll take two of them. Got that?" I said, giving orders now, since I knew what to do in this situation more than this crossbow man.

"Fare enough, you take lead. See you don't get yourself fucking killed out there." He said, before firing another bolt over the wall.

I took that as my cue to leave, and ordered three of the young guards to stay on the wall, before picking two men out who seemed more seasoned, or at least better trained than the other three. 

One of the two men I took with me, told me that a portcullis was nearby that opened only from inside the walls, to get outside safely if the city was under siege. He led us there, and with a pull of a winch the gate opened and we stepped through.

The hidden gate was hidden away by a growth of weeds, and shrubbery that I knew from a distance, meant you couldn't see a gate behind it. We pushed through it, and in the distance a few yards away we could see several of the raiders, hiding behind trees, boulders and old ruin walls, from the guards atop the walls.

"Let's move." I said clutching the short-sword by it's grip, with both hands as I kept low on my knees as we moved towards the raiders.

I came up behind one, who was too busy barking something in his native Orkley tongue to his friends, as I shoved my sword into his back, and pulled it up severing his spine, I pulled the sword free and he fell dead to the ground.

With blood on my sword, I moved quick to another raider who hadn't noticed his friend behind killed, and struck him with my sword to the back of his legs. He let out an agonizing scream of pain, as he toppled onto his back on the floor before I put the end of my sword through his neck, killing him instantly.

Now the other raiders noticed, about eight of them, and turned to face us behind their cover; I shouted out to the guards who I were leading into battle.

"Give these bastards hell!" I shouted, charging forward holding my sword.

One of the raiders broke from cover, and a bolt tore through the back of his skull and the tip of the bolt poked out through his eye. He dropped dead, flopping limply to the ground.

I came up to face one of the raiders, who was wielding a War Hammer in his massive, hands that looked like the paws of a bear. He swung his hammer sideways me, narrowly missing me as I side-stepped away, and before he could swing again I darted forwards and slashed his arm with the sword.

He screamed in pain, and I took the chance to slice his throat clean through by a an inch or more. He gurgled, and fell dead on the floor, the hammer made a clanging sound as it hit some rocks.

More raiders broke cover, forgetting about the bowmen and crossbow men on the walls in order to face me and the other two guardsmen.

It was too good to hope, that all three of us would survive this attack; and that was proven right, when one of the men who came with me was struck down by a spear from by one of the raiders. 

It's edged tip tore through the young man's tunic that bore the Kirkston city emblem, he looked young, and had barely grown out his beard. He was dead the moment the spear had gone through his chest.

Just me and the other guy left, but our luck came as a few more raiders were stuck down by bolts and arrows leaving just three raiders left for us to face, who were hiding behind cover.

I darted from cover to cover, in case the three raiders remaining had bows, and found one trying to pull free his bow from his back, I didn't give him a chance as I shoved my sword through his mouth, and he flopped dead against the tree behind him.

Quickly I moved again, from tree to tree, and as I was about to take on another man; he was killed by a bolt through the heart. One man left, and I saw him fighting the last guard who came with me, I wanted to intervene and save him the trouble of fighting a more seasoned enemy, but his life was cut short as his head was chopped from his body, and bounced away. His killer, the last Orkley raider there was wielding a War Axe, and upon seeing me he recognised me as a far North-man. From the Clans he and his people fought regularly, and were challenged by us in experience, and battle.

Even though Orkley native tongue was recognisable, since it wasn't the Common Tongue spoken in Terraria, he managed to say one thing to me in a snarl.

"Northman!" 

I didn't care for it, and ran forwards swinging my sword at him, as it came into contact with his axe. There was a scraping of metal, and I shoved him back and before giving him a chance to attack me again, remembering how he killed that young guard I did the same back and sliced his head from his neck. His head bounced, landing on the floor and the rest of him followed landing on the floor, not moving. 

"Raider." Was all I said, almost in a whisper to the dead man.

I turned around, and waved up at the wall, to signal the raiders were all dead and dealt with on this side of the city walls.

We made our way back to the hidden gate in the wall, and luckily one of the guards on the wall was standing near it, he opened it by it's winch and we were back inside the city walls.

The Captain who had 'hired' me in the defence of the city ran up to me, breathing hard and sweating.

"They broke through the Western rear, we've fallen back. Those at the main gate were beaten back, but they're are at least several of them inside our walls." 

This Captain was as incompetent as a Holy man in a brothel, I shouted at him.

"How in the hells did you fucking get pushed back, I told you to stay on the walls and keep them behind cover!"

The Captain flinched, but tried to find some ground with me.

"Listen, I did what you told us to do! But there were more on the Western rear than the amount you faced here, we didn't have enough guards to fire bolts or arrows over the wall, so they punched through."

The Captain was right, I was blaming him for doing exactly as I told him; I hadn't thought if there were more attackers on the rear he was fighting at, and it was clearly evident on his face he had tried his best.

"They scaled the wall, after we were forced to retreat. Now they're in the brothel area, who knows what they're doing to the people there!"

He was right, the brothel area; where I had just come from before Kirston was attacked. The redhead girl, I hoped the girl was smart enough to find somewhere to hide and wait out the attack. I may not have known the young girl's name, but I didn't wish any harm to her, or to any innocents.

"Right, if those raiders at the main gate have been repelled it just leaves those in the brothel section. Let's go, before they start raping and killing the people there." I said simply, patting the Captain on his arm to encourage him to follow me with the remainder of his troop her had left.

He followed with his fellow guardsmen, as we entered the brothel district of the city where I had been less than an hour ago, having had sex with one of the pretty working-girls.

We arrived, to see buildings aflame having been torched by the Orkley raiders, others were dragging women from the brothels to rape them, we moved towards them first to save them from the fate. I took one raider by surprise as he tried to drag a brunette woman into one of the dark alleyways, I pierced his heart with my sword through his back.

The Captain did his share of fighting, killing one raider who was trying to drag an older woman aside to have his way with her; until the Captain had severed an arm and his head from his body.

There were only four raiders left, all of them had given up on dragging their unwilling victims aside to violate them to fight us. The fighting was brutal, these raiders were more seasoned than the ones I had fought on the eastern walls. Wearing animal furs, and leather armour they wielded long broadswords, and war axes.

But I was just as seasoned as them, and trained and nurtured by the harsh environment I too was born into.

Eventually all were dead, except one and as I turned to face him he was holding hostage; a blonde girl I had seen in the brothel earlier on. He had his dagger to her throat, grunting and shouting at me in his native Orkley tongue.

"Let her go!" I shouted at him in my own common tongue.

He wasn't listening, and snarled at me with his rotting teeth as he held the dagger to her throat.

Trying to communicate to him, I spoke in some very basic Orkley tongue I had learnt fighting them. I told him to let her go one more time, in his own language when he simply laughed, and then he did it; as the young girl began to cry he drew the dagger across her throat.

"No!" 

But it was no use, I had seen innocents die so much in my life, that it was pointless to think shouting would change what had happened.

She was gone, and she was not coming back; as he threw her to the floor. I charged forward, overwhelmed in anger, I turned my sword pointed at his chest, and drove it through his furs and armour killing him instantly.

He stopped breathing, and I was holding up his body with the sword; I pushed him off of my sword, and he fell limp to the floor.

I was breathing hard, as the screaming and shouting had died down; the Captain had somehow moved over to me and placed his hand on my shoulder trying to comfort me as I looked down at the young woman, a wasted life.




Sellsword Ch. 01



"You did your best, lad. Nothing more to be done, but bury the poor lass." 

I wasn't listening, but he was right regardless. Time passed as the guardsmen put out the fires of the houses, buildings and brothels. As they did this, I finally saw the redhead girl I had slept with; she was alive, and was helping other girls to safety from the brothel since it was one of the buildings set alight by the raiders. One innocent had survived at least.

The dead were gathered up, given last rights by a Holy man who was somehow found in the city, as city workers went to work digging mass graves outside of the city in a nearby forest. 

I was escorted to speak to the city Council, in the Grand Hall in the centre of the city, where the Council met and also where it's members had hid during the attack. It was an old stone building, and according to records it had stood for over seven hundred years, rebuilt so many times and repaired following sieges and attacks.

The Captain escorted me inside, where there were plush carpets and sigils of former powerful houses that were once in charge of the area in, and around Kirkston.

There were a few guards protecting the inside of the buildings, but these ones were far more seasoned, and kept inside the building to protect the Council members.

Through a big set of Oak doors, I was led through and I saw four people sat around a large round table, two men and two women. The Council of Kirkston.

The two women were strong Northern women, one with flame red hair and the pale skin of the far North where I hailed from, a very country woman. The other woman was pinkish in skin tone, with long brown hair. The two men were fat, built with thick beards of grey hair, and had looked to have once been warriors, but a long time ago. All of them wore the sigil of Kirkston on some piece of their clothing, except the redhead woman who wore the sigil on a pendant around her neck.

"As asked of me, by yourselves Council members; I present the man who came in the aid of defending our city against the Orkley raiders." The Captain said loudly, as if speaking to an entire room of people, and stepped back to leave me standing alone in front of the Council.

They looked at me, every one of them furrowing their brows; except the redhead that hailed from the far North as I did. She stared at me, and finally spoke up.

"You're from the Northern coast aren't you? The Clans to the far North, you're of their people?" She asked.

I nodded.

She smiled, and leaned to place her arms on the table.

"I haven't seen many of mine own people, in a while. Most do not leave the Northern coast, unless the Throne seeks our assistance in war or battle. We do not warrant their interest, unless to deal with Orkley raiders, or our foreign enemies when they invade our shores." 

I smiled back, her smile was warm and friendly as if she was from my own Clan, or a Clan we were close with.

"You hail from the Northern coast, ma'am?" I asked her.

"Indeed, the Cirici Clan, in the Deadwood Hills." 

I had heard of them, my Clan never warred with them as their lands were slightly East of ours, in the far Northern Mountains. They were good warriors like any other far Northern Clan, but were exceptionally experienced in diplomacy, and most of it's members either became soldiers or diplomats for the North to the Southern cities, and lands.

They were tutored in reading, and writing from a young age, but also to fight, and wage war if needed also. I had only met a Cirici Clan member twice in my life, as I never went East unless I had to for the sake of my Clan. They never troubled or bothered my Clan, like some other Clans did.

"And your Clan, sir?" She asked me.

"I am a Coridian, I hail from the far Northern Mountains on the edge of the Northern coast."

She smiled.

"I know of the Coridian Clan, a proud warrior Clan. You were the Clan to lead the initial resistance, to kneeling to the Terrarian Throne, when it was first founded. You fought for Clan freedom, and secured the Northern lands for Northerners. I know of your history." 

"We are also now very loyal to the Crown, and the country as a whole." I added.

She continued to smile, as one of the big, portly male Council members coughed to draw attention from her, to himself.

"You assisted this city in it's time of need, what may we call you?" He asked, with a gruff voice.

"Koran Candon, of the Coridian Clan." I replied.

The portly man nodded.

"I am Karis Torod, don't worry sellsword you will be paid for your services today." He said, pulling from beneath the table a small bag of coins, that jingled as he rested it on the table and opened it by the string around it's opening.

He pulled a few Gold Sovereigns, and placed them on the table into a pile; there were six of them I could count from where I stood.

"Approach." He told me, as the Captain relaxed behind me on the door and I approached the table slowly under the watchful eyes of the other Council members. 

I collected the coins into my hand, and stepped back to bow; showing that I respected the power these six people had in their hands, and stepped back waiting.

"We have more work for you, if you want it sellsword." 

I looked at the young redhead woman from the Cirici Clan, and I turned to face her to show my respect.

"I am available for hiring to work, ma'lady." I said.

She nodded, and pulled from beneath the table a roll of parchment, and what looked to be a map and laid it on the table and unrolled it to show it was a map of Northern Terraria, and parts of the south as well.

"A young woman, by the name of Serass has gone missing from her home; her family believe she was harassed by members of a Cult. The Cult of Koras to exact, they follow a doctrine that the Northern Gods had betrayed the true God Koras, and had imprisoned him in the mountains of the North. They believe they must free him, so he can take his revenge on the Gods who betrayed him and their followers; us to be exact. For this to happen, they believe a woman of simple means, and upbringing must be impregnated, to give Koras a human child, a son for him to possess and for him to interact with our world. As we all know, these beliefs of this Cult go back thousands of years, in the past their members have fought bloody internal wars, or have been almost destroyed by followers of the Northern Gods, and the Throne. Now it's believed they've resurfaced, and growing in numbers."

The map was unrolled and she held it open on the table to see the landmarks on it, of the North.

"We need you to find the girl, before Koras's followers find her. That poor girl will be forcibly impregnated, in their sick rituals. Her family home is not far from here, in the town Windermont. According to townspeople, she was last seen heading into the nearby Foras Hills and Mountains. Now if she was fleeing from the Cult followers, she may have put her own life and safety at risk in entering those mountains. You know of them?" She asked me.

I nodded, approaching her and the map and leaning over to inspect it closely.

"I know of the Foras Mountains, they are extremely dangerous particularly in this season, as we enter Winter. They'll be heavy snowfall, and dangerous winds that would knock anyone to their deaths unless they are seasoned in travelling through them. If she made it through the mountains, there is a chance she reached the Toron forest that is inside the mountains, surrounded on all sides by them. The forest itself is unreachable except through travelling along the mountains, it's sealed off from entry anywhere else. If she's a Northern girl, maybe she travelled along their with her family once and knows how to reach the forest. You want me to look for her along those mountains, and the forest?" I asked her.

She nodded, and looked up at me as she stood over the table staring down at the map with me, it was then that I noticed her large breasts, and the cleavage I was seeing. She was wearing a very tight-fitting light blue dress, that hugged her chest and waist pushing her pale, firm breasts up out of her dress at me. I felt a stirring in my breaches looking at this respectable, powerful woman, and as if on cue a few strands of her red hair rolled off her neck and hung over her face as she looked down at the map. My cock was at full hardness looking at her large, pale breasts.

"Yes, you'll be compensated for your services and the trouble of looking for her. We need her found, The Cult of Koras has taken many women and girls over the years and most are never seen again. We need to stop this happening, for all we know they could have her already, and we need to stop them from taking her away." 

I agreed with her, even talking of Koras was seen as blasphemy towards our Northern Gods, the Goddess Rylar of stone, and her husband and fellow God Forak of the snow. Thinking back Koras was regarded as a renegade God, one to go against the snow and stone. If you read about the Northern mythology, according to legend Koras had attempted to steal Rylar from her husband, Forak but he had saved her from Koras. Forak and Rylar together imprisoned Koras in the high Mountains of the North, sealing him away for all eternity.

Every so often legend tells Koras emerged from his prison, through the impregnating of women and him possessing the born children, and walking the lands in human form. But there was no proof, or true evidence of that being true.

I looked down at the map, and saw the redhead woman look up at me with her piercing blue eyes and there was a moment; a spark there, and she hurriedly looked back at the map using her hair to hide her face.

"Find her, and you'll be paid the sum of thirty gold Sovereigns, sellsword." 

The man who spoke was the same portly man, Karis who had paid me for defending Kirkston. 

I nodded, and looking at the redhead woman through the faint strands of her red hair whispered.

"I never got your name, ma'lady." 

She looked up, her blue eyes piercing through her hair at me.

Her eyes wandered, looking at Karis who was speaking to the other portly, older man.

"I am Taraa. Taraa Torod, Karis's wife." 

She spoke in such a low, cautious whisper.

That was it, I looked over and saw Karis watching me with suspicion and maybe some jealousy in me speaking so privately to his beautiful wife. Now I was close to making an enemy for life, in Karis who was watching me slyly.

I stepped back, and straightened my back looking at the map.

"Fare enough, thirty Sovereigns is good enough for me." I said, loud enough for Karis to hear who nodded.

The deal was struck, and Taraa Torod shook my hand as if officially sanctioning my job. 

"Make sure you are ready, to leave in the morning. Any business you have to finish, and such please tend to it before you leave tomorrow. Upon completion of this job, you'll be paid the full amount of Sovereigns offered." She told me standing up straight behind the table, staring across at me.

"Thank you, ladies, sirs." I said gently, as I bowed to each of them and left the room with the Captain opening the doors for me, to leave through.

As the Captain escorted me out of the government building, he gave me a brief description of the girl, she had just turned eighteen and had bright red eyes, and was quite petite and small in size. With her name and a description I had somewhere to work from at least.

I made my way to the area of Inns, to sleep in until the morning when I would go see the blacksmith, pay for my sword's repairs and then leave for the Foras mountains, and look for the girl. That would be in the morning of course, after a nice long sleep in a feather bed in the Inn, as I dreamt about Taraa Torod and her beautiful body.

*****

I hope everyone enjoyed this story, I've taken some inspiration from Game of Thrones, and the books but try to create new characters, and the world. All feedback, and comments are appreciated; please feel free to let me know what you've thought about this story.



Sellsword Ch. 01



"Take me Garth – take me now." She urged, her body writhing under his hands and mouth.

The warrior moved to position himself between her outstretched legs, "Put my cock into your vestibule," he instructed, as he had instructed her mother earlier.

Tiffane’s soft hand grasped Garth’s hard cock and placed the head between her wet pussy-lips. "Please be gentle with me." She whispered, lifting her knees and spreading her legs wider to allow him easy access.

Garth slid his massive cock into her tight opening until he felt her maidenhead. "There will be some pain," he warned, "but it will quickly pass."

The girl wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his mouth down to hers, "I’m ready."

Garth thrust his hips forward, feeling the thin membrane of tissue slowly parting before the irresistible force of his invading cock.

Their mouths pressed together, Tiffane’s brief cry of pain was lost in their passionate kiss as Garth buried his erection in Tiffane’s tight, virginal cunt.

Her muscles contracted, clutching Garth’s prick as it drove deep inside her, bumping the opening of her womb. The momentary pain was replaced by a feeling of complete pleasure, the knowledge that she was now a woman, and that this handsome warrior was her teacher and, for the night at least, her lover.

Garth began moving his hips, thrusting his cock into her slowly at first, then, at her urging, with faster, longer and harder strokes until they were fucking with the same animal intensity that had been present when Garth and the Duchess had coupled earlier.

The force of Garth’s cock pounding in and out of the girl’s cunt drove her quickly to the brink. This would be the first time she achieved orgasm with a cock inside her. Tiffane’s body began to quiver, her muscles tensing. She drew her nails across Garth’s already marked, back, her heels drumming on his hard ass as he thrust his cock into her harder and faster.

Tiffane cried out, announcing her orgasm as her pussy lips; swollen and wet, quivered; her cunt muscles clutching Garth’s driving cock.

The warrior did not let up. Urged on by Tiffane’s orgasm, Garth increased the power and speed of his cock as he rammed it home into the tight, wet pussy beneath him. As Tiffane's orgasm peaked, Garth felt his balls 

filling in their sac, he too was close to the brink.

Their writhing bodies glistening with sweat, Garth and Tiffane thrust their hips together, Garth's hard cock filling Tiffane as she met his powerful thrust eagerly.

The girl reached her second orgasm as Garth reached the brink, he could hold back no longer. With a powerful stroke, Garth buried his cock in Tiffane's tight cunt, his swollen balls slapping the tight cheeks of her ass. His balls spasmed as hot semen erupted from his pulsating prick, filling Tiffane until her hungry pussy overflowed, their mingled juices running down the crack of her ass.

Tiffane wrapped her supple legs around Garth's waist, pulling him closer, driving his cock still deeper into her sopping young cunt. She felt each pulse of his mighty erection as it sent load after load of cum pouring into her. She clenched the muscles of her pussy, milking the last drops from Garth's quickly emptying stones, until he was spent.

As Garth's cock began to deflate, Tiffane's eyes began to focus once more, her arms snaked around the warriors neck, pulling his face to hers. Their kiss was one of sated passion, and fulfilled desire.

When the kiss ended, Tiffane began licking the sweat from Garth's hard body, then her lips moved down to lick the residue of their lovemaking from his still semi-hard cock.

"I like the way we taste." She said softly, licking the last drops of fluid from Garth's balls. She clung to his hips, her cheek resting on his flat belly, her eyes staring up into his.

"You'd best get back to your room before your mother finds you missing, or worse yet, in bed with me." He warned, caressing her soft hair.

Tiffane smiled knowingly, "Mother sleeps very soundly after she has been satisfied so fully." She said, a soft laugh in her voice.

"You know this from experience do you?"

"I have watched mother with most of her lovers, male and female. Once she's been pleasured so well, she sleeps very well, and very soundly."

"Have you and your mother been lovers as well?" He knew the answer before he asked the question.

"Oh yes, many times. That's how I learned how to be pleasured with the mouth. Tonight was the first time I've been with a man though, in any way."

Garth smiled, "You learned very well Tiffane, very well indeed. But you should get back to your room anyway, if not your mother, then the Duke might find us. Besides I do need some sleep."

"Do you not want me again?" The girl said, a seductive pout on her lips, her hand softly stroking Garth's cock.

"Yes, very much, but it will have to wait."

"But you leave tonight, we would not have time." Her hand closed around Garth's shaft.

"I'll be returning to collect my pay from the Duke. There will be time then."

"Then I shall be waiting, " she released his cock and leaned back, "as will this." She spread her pussy lips to show Garth the prize. "Would you object were I to be part of your pay?"

Garth smiled and shook his head, "Not at all, you would be a treasure." He lifted her from the bed and stood her on her feet, "But if the Duke finds us, well, it would get complicated and messy."

The girl dressed quickly and then kissed Garth once more, her fingers playing with his stones as her tongue sought his.

Garth patted Tiffane's firm ass as she slipped out the door and silently returned to her rooms.

The rest of the night, what was left of it, passed without event. When Garth joined the Duke for breakfast, Dylees and Tiffane acted as though nothing had happened the night before.

"The daughter is indeed an apt pupil." Garth thought, politely nodding to the two women.

"Ah Garth." The Duke said in greeting, "I trust you had a good nights sleep."

"My thanks, Sire, it was one of the better nights I have spent."

After the morning meal, Garth spent the rest of the day in preparation for his departure; checking weapons, making sure his equipment was in order and the supplies he needed were packed to his satisfaction.

At the evening meal, Garth ate little, and drank nothing save tea. "I shall be travelling tonight, I don't need the weariness of drink or a heavy meal to slow me." He excused himself, "I need to make my final preparations Sire," he rose, "Ladies."

Tiffane found him in the stable. "Take this with you." She thrust a small lock of hair into his hand. It was damp to the touch, and the scent of woman drifted from it.

"I have had it within me all afternoon. Sniff of it, and think of me waiting for you." She raised up on her toes and kissed him, her tongue flicking over his lips. She turned and ran from the stable.

As the sun was setting over the western wall, Garth rode through the gate of the keep. Many thoughts wandered through his mind; "Would he collect Tiffane as his pay? What would the rebels be like as foe-men? What were their numbers?"

Garth settled into his saddle, "We shall soon find out," he told himself, "we shall soon find out."

It was near midnight when Garth sensed he was being followed, "Three I would judge," he thought, "all well back. One on either flank and the third behind me."

He knew his mail shirt and the shield slung over his back were proof from anything short of a crossbow bolt, so he rode on with heightened awareness.

The woods thickened as he rode, he could sense that his companions were drawing closer, he slowed the pace of his horse some to make it easier for them to keep up.

After an hour of this, they finally made their move.

"Stand stranger!" Came the command from within a stand of trees ahead and to his right. Garth reined in his horse and sat waiting.

Three leather clad shadows emerged, they had their swords drawn, but from the manner in which they held them, didn’t appear to be expert in their use. They arrayed themselves in a semi circle around him.

"Will you take on me now, or await the three behind me?" Garth asked, his hands resting on the pommel of his saddle.

The central figure of the three responded, "I like six to one myself, but our leader wants you alive."

Sounds behind him announced the arrival of the other three.

"I hope you’re not too tired from your walk." Garth said as they approached and completed the circle around him.

"Dismount, sellsword, it’s you who may tire from the walk." The apparent leader instructed.

Slowly, Garth swung himself from the saddle, his eyes sweeping the six figures, taking in their stance and location. He knew he would need to kill five of the six, and disable the sixth. None of them were in range 

for any of them to deliver a killing thrust, and, from their stance, they didn’t seem skilled enough to use the point.

Garth’s right hand drifted toward the hilt of his sword and as his feet touched the ground, he drew and turned. "Now then," he announced, "it’s time to go to work." Moving to the right, he slid his shield from his shoulder and assumed a fighting stance. "I believe you said you liked six to one." He taunted.

The six men stood transfixed, they had never seen such speed, this delay would cost them dearly.

Garth spun and lunged, his sword swinging in a deadly arc from left to right. Two foe-men felt the bite of Garth’s sword as it slashed their chests open. He moved forward again, turning as he did to bring the remaining four into his view. "Now my friends, I like these odds just a little better."

The men charged him all at once, swords raised, murder in their eyes.

It was a short fight.

Garth cut two more down as they came at him, then spun away until only their leader and one other remained. The leader stood his ground while his companion adjusted his sword grip and ran at Garth, winging wildly.

"Any butcher can kill with the edge," Garth grinned, evading the clumsy attack, then parrying the next. "It takes artistry to kill with the point." With this, he thrust the heavy blade into the man’s belly, twisting it as he pulled it out.

"Now you, my courageous friend. What am I to do with you?" Garth struck the man’s sword from his hand with the flat of his blade. "I think you will accompany me to your camp, but it will be you who walks."

Garth bound the man’s wrists behind him, then looped a leather strap around his neck and tied him to his saddle with a long cord.

"There now, that should keep you from running off." Garth remounted and adjusted himself in the saddle.

"Will you not bury them?" The prisoner asked, looking at the carnage Garth had wrought.

"Carrion birds need to eat, just as worms do." Garth said, urging the captive to move out.

"Perhaps, sellsword, it will be you upon whom the carrion birds will feed."

"I expect so, but not for a time yet." Garth shook his head, then asked, 

"How are you called?"

"Peasants have no names in this fief. I am only called the cooper."

"So, you make the barrels here eh?"

Cooper nodded as he walked along, beside Garth. "I believe you are expected at our camp, sellsword."

"Unlike you, I have a name." Garth said, taunting the man once again.

"I know, Garth, but among us, you are merely the sellsword.

"Garth was taken aback by this exchange. Someone within the keep was delivering information to the rebels. This could make his task that much more difficult.

By dawn they arrived at the rebel camp. Garth recognized the face of the steward as he stood outside the large tent. "So, it’s you who leads these peasants to their destruction is it?" Garth challenges.

The steward simply grins, "Not I, sellsword, here is our leader." He sweeps his hand toward the tent flap.

"The SERVING WENCH! By the gods!" Garth laughed.

"Here I am called The Torch, for within my breast burns the fire to be free." She said, head held high. "And it will be your destruction that I oversee, sellsword."

Garth quickly surveyed the camp, he counted twelve, armed, men. The Torch carried a sword and dagger, thirteen opponents then.

"We have a friend of yours amongst us as well." The women said, a sneer on her face. She motioned to the steward.

Tiffane was pushed from the tent to sprawl in the dust. Her shift had been torn off and her young body bore many bruises and scratches, but she seemed otherwise unharmed.

Garth was startled but held back any expression.

“We know where she spent the night while you were there. By this time the Duke should have found the note we left him."

"I trust you revealed nothing about our time together." Garth said flatly.

"To expose her as soiled goods would lessen her value as a hostage," the woman replied, "we instructed him to call off his hell hound, namely you."

Garth’s mind was calculating now, "They knew he had left already, so there was no way the Duke could have stopped him. What will the Dukes response be? An attack in force was not likely. Sending an envoy? That was a possibility. Coming himself? Unwise, but the understandable action of a distraught father. In any event." Garth knew the rebels intended to kill them both, then kill the Duke, if and when, he arrived.

"Disarm him," the Torch ordered, "then bind his wrists and put him in the tent, with the young slut."

Garth allowed his sword and daggers to be taken from him. As they bound his wrists, he flexed them mightily, expanding the muscles and making the binding looser when he relaxed.

Garth and Tiffane were pushed roughly into the tent.

When Garth’s eyes had adjusted to the dim light, he looked about him, no weapons were to be seen. His eyes fell on Tiffane, even with the marks on her skin, her body was beautiful and desirable. His eyes told her so.

"They took me as I left the stable. I was tied over a saddle and they galloped all they way here. The trees tore at me, the saddle bruised me. Oh Garth, I’m so afraid." She buried her face in his chest.

"Take heart and do not give up. I need you to help me get out of these bindings." His voice was soft and reassuring, "Use your teeth and try to loosen the knot."

Tiffane bent and began pulling the bindings with her teeth. Slowly, ever so slowly, one strand finally came loose.

"Good, now I should be able to. . ." Garth twisted and moved his hands, "there. That has it." He swung his arms around and began massaging his wrists before freeing Tiffane.

"But we have no weapons Garth, we’re at their mercy."

Garth gripped the ends of the cord they had tied him with and snapped it taught, "This will do until I can get a sword or dagger in my hand." He put his hands back behind him and told Tiffane to do the same. "Start coughing, cough hard, like you’re choking." He instructed.

Tiffane sounded like she was at death's door.

“Steward, STEWARD!!" Garth called, "She’s choking! Hurry!"

Tiffane’s performance was convincing. In a moment the tent flap was opened and the steward stooped over and entered.

As he bent to look at Tiffane, Garth looped the cord around the stewards throat and pulled with all of his strength.

There was no more than a gurgle as the steward, his windpipe crushed, died quickly.

"Keep coughing." Garth hissed, searching the body until he found a dagger.

From outside he heard the voice of the woman, "Damn your eyes! Can’t you solve anything?" She flipped open the tent and bent inside.

Garth had her neck in the crook of his arm and the point of the dagger at her throat before she knew what happened.

"Tie her hands and feet Tiffane, make the knots tight." He instructed, relieving The Torch of her sword. "Then put my cloak around you, we’ll be leaving shortly."

"My men will cut you down, sellsword."

"If they try, yours will be the first death, I assure you." He scratched her throat slightly to emphasize his promise.

"We’re coming out," Garth called. "your leader is my prisoner, any attempt to free her, or to attack us, and I will cut her throat." He waited for his words to sink in, then added, "Lay down your arms and step away from the tent."

He pressed the dagger point against the woman’s throat, "Tell them," he hissed.

"Do as he says!" She ordered.

He heard the sounds of swords being dropped and feet shuffling back. It was time.

He instructed Tiffane, "Slip her sword into my scabbard then stay behind me."

With the woman called The Torch secure in his grip, they exited the tent.

"My horse and two more, bring them here, now." Garth roared, his voice powerful and commanding.

Seeing their leader in his grasp, the peasant/rebels scurried to do as Garth had ordered.

When the horses had been brought up Garth ordered Tiffane to mount up and ride out of the camp as quickly as she could.

"KILL THEM!!" The rebel leader screamed, "KILL THEM YOU IDIOTS!!"

Garth tossed the woman over the saddle of one of the horses and drew a war axe from his own horse’s tack. "I assure you that there will be more of you dead than there will of me." His grin was demonic as his finger tested the keen edge of the fearsome weapon.

The rebels fell back, giving Garth room to secure the Torch’s hands and feet.

The ride from the camp was quick and rough, Garth caught up with Tiffane in a short time and they fell into a slow walk.

"I couldn’t leave there without you Garth." The girl said, reaching for his hand.

"You father will not like hearing what this one might say." He cautioned, softly taking her small hand in his.

"You have fulfilled your commission, the rebels are no more, and you have captured their leader." Tiffane suggested, "That may soften the news."

Garth said nothing, but swung his horse off the trail, Tiffane followed.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"We’re taking the long way around. We should reach your father’s keep by tomorrow, late afternoon."

At dusk, the trio stopped deep in the forest.

"How is this one called Tiffane?" Garth asked, nodding at their prisoner.

"We have always called her Jarveena, why do you ask?"

"I dislike bargaining with someone that has no name." He grinned, dismounting and helping Tiffane from her horse. Garth then untied and pulled Jarveena down sitting her on the damp ground.

"What bargain do you hope to strike sellsword?" Jarveena sneered, "Your employer will have my head hung on a pike before two days are out."

"Perhaps not. What is your life worth to you?" Garth asked, sitting beside her.

"A life spent in servitude is no life at all." She answered.

"Then I suppose I should kill you now, can’t have you telling stories now, can we." He drew his sword.

"WAIT!" The woman cried, "what is your bargain?"

Garth outlined his plan. The steward was to be the rebel leader, he abducted Tiffane and Jarveena. There would be no further hunting of rebels and life could return to normal in the fief.

"I’ll let you consider it. As for now, Tiffane and I have something to do." He rose and walked to where the girl sat waiting. He offered her his hand and she rose to her feet, melting into his embrace.

Jarveena could only watch as Garth’s hands moved lovingly over the girl’s body. Gently touching the scratches, his fingers passing lightly over the many bruises.

"Garth, my love, what about my maidenhead?" Tiffane whispered, "It’s no longer intact."

"You were raped by the rebel leader, or the rough ride to the camp tore it. A man will believe what he wants to believe. But since there is no longer that obstacle. . ." Garth laid Tiffane down on his cloak and began kissing her, from her lips, down to her breasts, sucking her nipples erect before sliding down her heaving belly to the soft moist hair that lay between her trembling thighs.

Tiffane’s legs stroked Garth’s face as his lips began sucking on her clitoris, his tongue moving over the swelling tip.




Sellsword Ch. 01



Jarveena looked on as Garth began licking and sucking Tiffane’s young pussy. She looked on as the girl responded, her hips thrusting up to meet Garth’s questing tongue. And Jarveena couldn’t even relieve her own growing arousal.

Tiffane began tossing her head from side to side as one orgasm after another washed over her, "Take me," she urged, "Take me now."

Jarveena’s eyes grew wide when she saw Garth’s erection, never had she seen such an organ on a man. Was he going to fuck Tiffane with that monster? She could not take her eyes off that huge cock.

Tiffane gasped as the power of Garth’s entry forced the air from her lungs. Her legs wrapped around his hips as he began thrusting his cock into her harder and harder.

From her vantage point a few yards away, Jarveena looked on, her breasts heaving, her pussy soaking wet, her body squirming in its bindings. 

"Please," she cried out, "please, don’t leave me like this."

The couple looked over at the tormented Jarveena.

"Would you like to include her?" Tiffane asked, never stopping the thrusting of her hips up and down Garth’s cock.

"Later," he said, continuing his furious pounding of Tiffane’s hungry pussy.

The girl cried out as another orgasm flowed through her.

Garth thrust his cock into her harder and harder, until his balls, filled and his own orgasm erupted, filling Tiffane’s young cunt until his semen ran down her ass crack to puddle on his cloak. When he was spent, Garth withdrew his cock from Tiffane and sat back on his heels. "Would you like to join us?" he taunted.

"YES! Please, I can stand no more." Jarveena pleaded.

Garth dragged her to where Tiffane lay, sated, her legs open wide, her pussy dripping with Garth’s cum. "First you’ll have to suck her pussy. Lick up all of my juices and make sure Tiffane enjoys it." He ordered, pressing Jarveena’s face between Tiffane’s legs.

For her part, Tiffane reached out to grasp Garth’s softening cock, bringing it to her warm, wet mouth. She sucked it with a wanton joy, letting her lips and tongue caress his hard shaft, and dark helmet. When she was satisfied that Garth was hard enough, she let his cock slip from her mouth, "Fuck her now my warrior, fuck her like an animal."

Garth moved into position behind the kneeling Jarveena. He placed his hands on her hips and thrust his raging cock into her with no preamble. One single powerful stroke drove his enormous cock deep inside her aching cunt. The force pressed her face tightly against Tiffane’s cunt as Garth reached up and took hold of Jarveena’s hair. As he fucked her, he drew her head back and then pushed it back into Tiffane’s steaming cunt, "You’re still not finished," he said, slamming his cock into her harder and harder.

Tiffane once again reached a shattering orgasm, her legs scissoring against Jarveena’s face as Garth continued his ferocious thrusting into Jarveena.

Garth pulled the girl’s head up by the hair and rammed his cock deep inside her. He could feel her muscles tensing as she approached her own climax, her breathing ragged, her cunt-lips swollen, tightening their grip around his rampaging prick.

Tiffane moved beneath them and began licking Garth’s balls as they swung back and forth. "Let me drink your cum my warrior god," she begged, her lips gently sucking his full stones into her warm mouth.

Jarveena’s body spasmed, as her body was gripped by the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. Her ass cheeks quivered, her thighs trembled, her pussy spasmed as she came and came, moaning and crying out her ecstasy. She thrust her hips upward, taking Garth’s full length deep into her clutching cunt, her muscles clenching around the pulsating shaft, urging him to fuck her harder.

As Garth rammed his iron hard prick into the wench, he could feel his balls filling, with Tiffane licking and sucking them, he knew he could hold out no longer. With an animal roar, Garth thrust himself into Jarveena’s hungry pussy as his balls convulsed and his hot semen erupted into the woman’s waiting cunt.

"Please Garth!" Tiffane begged, wanting to taste Garth’s seed.

He pulled his cock from Jarveena’s pussy and let Tiffane suck it, allowing her to drink his cum as it surged from his throbbing cock.

Jarveena scrambled about and knelt beside Tiffane, "Me, me," she pleaded, thirsting for Garth’s elixir.

Garth lifted Tiffane’s head from his cock and let Jarveena savor his hot cum as well.

The night was filled with wet sucking sounds and moans of sexual satisfaction. After a time, three sated people lay in a tangle of arms and legs, waiting for their breathing to return to normal.

Jarveena was the first to break the silence, "I accept your terms Garth," she said quietly, her hand stroking his muscular calf.

"Will you ask my father for me as payment Garth?" Tiffane asked, recalling what they had spoken of before.

"You’ve seen how I live Tiffane. You were born to the nobility, I was born to the sword. A life of battle and bloodshed isn’t for you. You’ve seen what it can be like. You deserve far better than that." His voice was gentle and far softer than it usually is. He caressed her ravens wing hair, "Tiffane, you are a beautiful and loving young woman. You’ll make a good match with some noble and live the life you were born and raised to live."

Tiffane rested her head on Garth’s thigh, "Would you be my lover from time to time?" she asked.

Garth smiled, "Should I happen to be near you, you may be sure I will invite you to my bed." He thought for a moment, then added, "If you need to get a message to me, speak with Ragnar, your fathers brewer."

Garth stood up and began putting on his breeches and mail shirt, Jarveena approached him.

"That was a gentle and kind thing you did Garth. I, on the other hand, would welcome your way of life."

Garth looked at her, tall and well muscled, for a woman, she did know how to use a sword and she had courage. She was a damned good looking wench too. "So you would travel with me then? I know you don’t flinch at the sight of blood, but can you live the life I lead?"

"Better than Tiffane could, of that I’m certain. If I displease you, send me away." She said simply. "In either case, I would live in freedom."

"First we must convince the Duke that I accomplished my mission."

They rode through the night, reaching the gates of the keep by first light.

The Duke believed Garth’s version of the truth, he was too relieved by his daughters return to do otherwise. It was the Duchess that asked the important question.

"Is Tiffane – ah – intact?"

"I fear not m’lady. The steward had just had his way with Jarveena, and was raping Tiffane when I garroted him. I fear I was too late to prevent it."

Dylees looked at him knowingly, her eyes told him that she knew he lied, but "I suppose it could have happened during the ride back, she is not accustomed to riding astride you understand." Was what she said.

"It matters not, there is a well to do noble that seeks Tiffane’s hand. He is widowed for six years, he will not quibble about such things." The Duke announced, "I will send word to him that I – that Tiffane – has accepted his suit."

The Duke looked at Garth, "I would like you to stay here, become my military counselor. I would reward you handsomely."

"Sire," Garth began, "I am but a professional man-at-arms, a sellsword. I am honored by your kind offer, but I must decline."

The Duke looked disappointed, but it passed quickly, "Then we must give you your fee." He raised his hand and a small chest was brought into the hall. The porters set it on the long table. "Open it Garth," he said proudly.

Garth opened the chest and saw more gold coins than he had ever thought existed, his jaw dropped as he looked up at the Duke’s smiling face. 

"You’re too generous Sire." He managed to say.

"And I understand that Jarveena has caught your eye as well," the Duke added, "so I free her from her servitude into your custody."

Garth’s eyes swept the hall, he saw relief in Dylees’ eyes, some sorrow in Tiffane’s and happiness in Jarveena’s.

"You have made a humble mercenary a very happy man, Sire." Garth bowed from the waist, in sincere gratitude.

After feasting Garth and Jarveena retired to their bedchamber. They found wine and fruit had been placed there by a considerate host.

"I have had enough wine for one night." Jarveena laughed as she slipped from her clothes, "but I have not had enough of you." She lay back on the covers and held her arms out in invitation.

Undressing quickly, Garth smiled, "perhaps I would have a little more wine." He picked up the silver wine pitcher as he moved between Jarveena’s waiting thighs. 

He knelt between her legs, regarding her waiting pussy and heaving breasts, the hot, passionate gleam in her dark eyes. "You shall be my drinking vessel."

Garth leaned forward and held the pitcher above Jarveena’s flat belly. Slowly he poured some of the dark purple liquid into her naval.

Jarveena gasped at the cool wine, then sighed as she understood what Garth was about to do.

Wine overflowed Jarveena’s naval, and ran down the creases of her thighs.

Garth bent forward and began lapping up the sweet fluid as it flowed over Jarveena’s soft pussy, adding its own wetness to her already wet pubic hair.

Jarveena moaned as Garth’s tongue flicked over her throbbing clitoris, moving quickly back and forth over it as he continued pouring wine onto her belly.

His lips pressed to her swollen pussy lips, kissing the hot wet flesh as his tongue probed within her hot, eager cunt.

Jarveena lifted her hips, pressing her hungry cunt tight to Garth’s questing mouth. "Stick your tongue in me, fuck me with your tongue," she urged, her hips grinding against Garth’s lips, her thighs moving over his face.

Garth cast the wine pitcher aside and gripped Jarveena’s firm ass cheeks, ifting her hips from the bed and moving his face up and down in her steaming wet slit until her juices glistened on his face. He looked up at her, he smiled at the expression of complete, wanton passion on her pretty face. Once more, he lowered his mouth to her waiting pussy, drilling his tongue into her tight cunt.

Jarveena’s body writhed as she ground her soaking pussy against Garth’s mouth, her hands reaching down and grasping his hair, pulling him tighter to her, feeling his tongue as it moved in and out of her steaming cunt. 

She was quickly reaching the peak, teetering on the brink of orgasm as her lovers mouth moved over her clitoris, her swollen pussy lips.

Garth felt Jarveena’s cunt tighten around his tongue as her body began to tremble.

With a sudden thrust, Jarveena drove her cunt upward, capturing Garth’s mouth as her orgasm crested. Her moans and cries of pleasure announced the crescendo of her ecstasy as her juices flowed freely over Garth’s thirsting tongue.

As Jarveena squirmed in the midst of her climax, Garth lifted his face from her and moved quickly to place the head of his cock against her spasming cunt. He grunted as he thrust his cock into her in one powerful stroke. His balls slapped the crack of her ass as he drove his huge organ into her hungry, wet cunt.

The girl wrapped her legs around Garth’s waist as he began fucking her with long, deep strokes. Her fingernails dug into his back, her teeth biting his shoulder as her cunt was filled by his hammering cock.

Garth and Jarveena were so caught up in their passion, neither heard the door to their chamber open and, quietly close again. Nor did they hear the deep ragged breathing of Tiffane as she crept toward the bed.

"My warrior god." The girl said softly, reaching up and gently caressing Garth’s heavy balls.

Startled, Garth paused his thrusting for only a heartbeat. "What do you here?" He gasped, his breath short as he continued fucking Jarveena.

Jarveena looked over to Tiffane and smiled, beckoning her onto the bed with them.

Tiffane lay beneath them, licking Jarveena’s wet cunt and Garth’s balls. 

As his long cock drew out of Jarveena, Tiffane would quickly lick it before it, once more, plunged into Jarveena’s waiting cunt.

"M’Lord, I think she wants you as her lover once more before you depart." Jarveena whispered as Tiffane licked and kissed their wet, pumping genitals.

Garth thrust himself deeply into Jarveena as she came, her hips grinding against his, her cunt lips swollen and tight, her juices flowing.

She reluctantly allowed Garth to withdraw from her, then she changed positions to permit Tiffane to move into her place.

"Please take me Garth, roughly, like an animal." She moaned, her fingers moving in and out of her sodden cunt as she rolled over and got on her hands and knees.

Garth wasted no time with preliminaries as he slammed his cock into the girl’s eager young cunt. He reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as she pounded his raging prick into her, his balls slapping her clit as the swollen head struck the mouth of her womb.

Tiffane sobbed in rapt pleasure as Garth thrust his great cock into her, harder and faster, all the while pulling her head back like he would rein his horse.

Jarveena scrambled beneath Tiffane so she was beneath Garth’s heavy balls. She now did as Tiffane had, licking Garth’s glistening cock as it moved in and out of the young girl’s cunt, then sucking his heavy balls.

Tiffane cried out her orgasm as Garth’s rigid cock slammed into her again and again. Her cunt muscles contracted, squeezing Garth’s cock as her hips ground back, seeking more and more of his length inside her.

Between Tiffane’s tight cunt, and Jarveena’s skilled mouth, Garth was soon on the brink of his own eruption. His balls filling quickly, he sought to bring Tiffane to one more climax. "Lick her cunt Jarveena." He instructed breathlessly.

The former serving wench obeyed, shifting her oral attentions to the young girl’s succulent pussy and throbbing clitoris.

As Garth’s cock erupted inside her, Tiffane began trembling and moaning in the throws of another orgasm. Garth’s cock pulsated as his seed pumped into Tiffane’s cunt. As his cock throbbed, he pulled it from her and offered it to Jarveena’s mouth. She sucked his, still spurting, cock into her mouth, whimpering with contented pleasure.

Their orgasms having subsided, the three lay spent upon the large bed. 

Their bodies glistened with sweat, the room was heavy with the scent of passion and sex. Sated desire lay calmed over them.

"You had better be getting back to your rooms Tiffane," Garth said softly, his fingers gently caressing her ravens wing hair, "lest you be found here."

"My mother and father were making love when I looked in on them. Mother may not sleep that deeply afterwards." Tiffane admitted shyly, slipping from the bed and dressing.

"Swear to me, my warrior god, that we might be lovers again, should our paths cross." The girl knelt before him, her hands holding his, her eyes pleading.

Garth looked at Jarveena, then back at Tiffane, "I swear it Tiffane, I swear it by the hilt of my sword."

Satisfied, the girl left.

"You have once again been kind to her Garth," Jarveena observed, "kinder than one may expect of a sellsword." She looked at him again, "Did you mean it?"

"I swore it did I not. Rest now, we leave before dawn." He responded, laying back on the bed.

"You are a kind man Garth." Jarveena lay beside him, nestling herself in his strong arms.

"Don’t let anyone know, I’d have to lower my fee. 



Sellsword Ch. 02



Chapter 2: The Spider Priestess

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"Where are we going anyway?" the woman asked, squirming to get more comfortable in her saddle.

"Kal-sorak. I have a friends there, and I need to put our wealth in a safe place," her companion responded, scanning his surroundings warily.

His name is Garth, he's a mercenary, a sellsword. Her name is Jarveena, she became Garth's woman when he took her out of servitude as part of his payment on his last contract.

"How long has it been since you were there?"

"More than five years, but I have friends there, they will have been looking after my affairs." He looked at Jarveena and sensed her discomfort, they had been riding for days. "We'll camp early tonight. We should reach Kal-sorak by dusk tomorrow.

They continued riding as the sun began it's descent into the western sky.

"So you have come back Garth?" The low voice chuckled deep in a far away temple.

A woman's hands moved over the surface of her scrying bowl and the image shown on the water's surface became clearer.

"And who is the lovely morsel with you? Would she be jealous of our coupling? Would she enjoy feeling the lust of my minions?"

The woman was Mytra, an elvish queen and high priestess, quite beautiful, and quite evil, for she was of the Drow, the Dark Elves who worshipped the Spider Goddess.

"Oh Garth, you will be so surprised at the changes in your homeland, now that we have made it ours." Her smile was both beautiful and terrifying, "You were a fool for leaving," her chuckle was evil, "and an even greater fool for returning."

The image on the water's surface blurred then faded. Mytra pushed the vessel from her and stood up. "Demron!" she called, "I need you."

Garth and Jarveena stopped for the night on the crest of a ridge.

"Kal-sorak is less than a days ride," Garth informed her as he built the fire. When he turned, he saw Jarveena slipping her leather vest off and untying her leather breeches.

"Do you know what I want to do?" she smiled, pushing the leather down her long legs.

"I know what I want to do," Garth chuckled, unlacing his mail shirt.

Jarveena was tall for a woman, and her body was an erotic dream – large, proud breasts, a flat belly and narrow waist. Her hips, rounded and tapering to firm, well muscled thighs. Between her legs a triangle of soft hair concealing her moist cunt lips.

Garth felt the flames of desire flaring up within him, centering itself in the swelling rigidity of his growing erection.

"Hmm," Jarveena stared at Garth's stiff cock, "that looks tasty." She licked her lips and walked toward the, now naked, warrior.

Garth's fingers found Jarveena's honey colored hair as she sank to her knees before him. He looked down at her and their eyes met. His smoldering with desire, hers glazed with anticipation.

Jarveena's soft fingers caressed Garth's balls, gently stroking and tickling them as she watched his cock grow still harder. Her lips parted as she ran her pink tongue over Garth's dark cock-head, making it glisten with saliva before forming an 'O' with her full lips and sealing them over the head of Garth's cock. Pressing her tongue over the large vein, Jarveena took Garth's cock into her mouth slowly – deliberately prolonging the movement until the head of his mighty cock was lodged in the top of her throat.

"Gods woman!" The warrior gasped, feeling her throat tighten over his cock-head.

Jarveena began moving her head up and down, rejoicing in the feeling of her lover's cock moving in and out of her hungry mouth. Her hands went to his balls, fondling them as she eagerly sucked his rock hard erection.

Garth tightened his grip on Jarveena's head and began thrusting his hips fucking her willing mouth – driving his cock into her throat. He could feel the vibration of her ecstatic moans as his cock moved faster and 

faster.

Jarveena's cunt was growing wetter and wetter as Garth continued fucking her mouth. She moved one hand down to insert her fingers into her furnace like pussy, feeling the soaking lips swell around her probing fingers. She could feel herself clutching at her fingers as she neared her first orgasm.

His balls were quickly filling as Garth felt his climax building deep inside – like a great storm gathering force. The sensation of Jarveena's soft lips and eagerly sucking mouth urged him quickly to the brink. He teetered there for long seconds, until he could hold back no longer.

Jarveena knew Garth was about to cum. As she felt his cock pulsating and his balls drawing tight, her own orgasm crashed through her body. Wave after wave of ecstasy flowed through her muscles and every nerve in her body.

Then Garth's cock erupted in Jarveena's hungry mouth. Cock-head throbbing 

– shaft pulsing – Garth's hot semen poured into Jarveena's mouth, and down 

her throat as she swallowed every drop. Savoring her lovers cum like it was the finest of wines.

Their moans of passion filled the quiet night of the hillside. The aroma 

of their lust mingled with the scent of the wildflowers.

Garth lifted Jarveena's mouth from his, still firm, cock.

She licked the wet shaft. Then she leaned back on the soft grass, her knees up – her legs open – an invitation to her lover – an offering to her warrior god.

With no hesitation, Garth knelt between her legs and pressed his mouth to 

her waiting pussy. His tongue flicked over her swollen clit as he lifted 

her hips to him and thrust his tongue inside her.

Jarveena cried out in pleasure as her cunt spasmed in a second orgasm. Her 

legs scissored around Garth's head, clutching him tightly to her steaming 

cunt.

Garth felt her lips swell as Jarveena came, her cunt tightening on Garth's 

probing tongue. He began licking the full length of his woman's soaking wet slit, flicking the tip of his tongue over her clit, then moving down to probe within her dripping cunt, then pausing to tickle the puckered rosebud of her ass. Then back up again to begin the exciting journey all over again.

As Jarveena came, a third time, she cried out in her passion, "Fuck me! Let me feel you inside me. Fuck me!"

Garth moved atop her and thrust his raging cock into Jarveena's waiting cunt. In a single powerful stroke, he sent his cock into her to its full length. He felt the blunt head of his cock tapping the mouth of her womb even as his balls slapped against the crack of her ass. Garth pounded his raging cock into Jarveena with a fury that he didn't know he was capable of. Her cunt, tight, hot and wet, gripped him like a velvet glove. He could feel every muscle in her cunt as she flexed it over his pumping prick.

"Yes," Jarveena gasped, "fuck me hard, fast and hard."

Garth felt his balls tightening as his cock head pounded Jarveena's womb, and her swelling lips gripped his cock even tighter. Even after the intensity of his last eruption, Garth could feel himself on the verge of yet another monumental explosion.

Sensing Garth's impending climax, Jarveena reached down and grabbed the base of Garth's cock, squeezing it tightly in her strong grip, holding back his ejaculation, prolonging the intense fucking she was receiving. 

Once Jarveena felt herself again on the threshold, she released her grasp on Garth's cock, then let herself be caught up in the wild spasms of orgasm.

Garth thrust his cock deep inside the woman, his full balls slapping her ass as he felt himself going over the edge. His climax, held back as it was, was now even more intense, more powerful and more plentiful than before. His balls spasmed, all his muscles flexed as his pounding cock erupted into Jarveena's eager, hungry cunt.

Their bodies glistening with sweat, the lovers came and came, their juices 

flowing and mingling until Jarveena's cunt filled to overflowing, and Garth's seed ran down the crack of her ass.

They lay in each other's arms until Garth's cock began to deflate and Jarveena, reluctantly, allowed it to slip from her dripping cunt. Side by side they looked up at the sky, saying nothing until their breathing returned to normal. Garth was the first to break the silence.

"Sleep now, I'll stand guard for four hours, then I'll awaken you." He reached for his breeches and sword belt.

Jarveena stretched like a great cat and softly purred.

"Isn't that sweet Demron? Young lovers in a grassy meadow, how romantic." 

Mytra watched Garth and Jarveena in the water of her scrying bowl. "I can 

hardly wait to welcome him back to Kal-sorak." She turned to her companion, a squat leather-scaled creature whose red eyes and warty hide suggested a demonic birthplace.

"I can see their performance excited you too." Mytra said gazing at the creatures swollen genitalia. "Come then, fill your queen." She lay back on the soft cushions of her chamber and opened her legs in wanton invitation. 

"When I greet Garth, you may have your way with his companion."

With a drooling grin on its scabrous lips, Demron grunted his pleasure and 

shuffled toward the waiting queen.

At dawn, Garth and Jarveena began the final leg of their journey, by dusk 

they reached the gates of Kal-sorak.

"Strange, there are not guardsmen and the gates are open," Garth observed, 

reflexively checking his sword and scanning the surrounding area.

"It seems odd that there would be no guards," Jarveena agreed.

With increased caution they rode through the open gates.

"We'll make for the inn, an old comrade of mine owns it," Garth stated. 

"He'll be able to tell us what's going on."

The inn stood at the end of The Street of Swords. The street was so named for the weapon-wright shops that lined it. But none of them were open for business.

The sign above the inn door read "Preston's."

"Preston!" Garth called as he and Jarveena entered the inn. "Where in the nine hells are you?"

"Garth? Is that you?" A voice answered from the back room.

"No you old fool, it's your maiden aunt."

An old warrior emerged from the back, his right eye hidden by a patch, his left arm ending in a spiked iron ball where his hand should have been. 

This was Preston, Garth's old comrade and mentor. He bore the scars of many battles, and he bore them with pride.

"You shouldn't have come back my friend," the old man said in a sad voice.

"Why not? What's going on here? We saw no guards at the gate, and the gates stood open, even at dusk." Garth was looking around the common room, "Where is everyone?"

Preston drew three measures of ale and began, "The Dark Elves have taken over this city. You DO recall the last time you met with them?"

Garth nodded.

"Well their queen remembers you, all too well. She's here. She's moved herself and her unholy minions into the Great Temple."

"How long have they been here?" Jarveena asked.

"Long enough to drive most everyone out. Those that didn't leave, and didn't bend their knee to her foul goddess, were taken as sacrifices to that fucking spider."

Garth saw the puzzled expression on Jarveena's face. "The Dark Elves, some 

call them The Drow, worship a Spider Goddess. Their goddess requires human 

sacrifice from time to time." He turned to Preston, "Why have they come down to Kal-sorak? Surely not for simple revenge on me."

Preston shook his head, "No, they were driven out of their native lairs by 

the Elves of Noldor. It was a beautiful war, many of our comrades fought in it, and many left their shades upon the field as well." Preston sipped his ale before going on. "With no king to lead them, the Drow were no match for the Noldor hoards. Mytra is an evil bitch, but she's no general."

"How long after I left did all that happen?" Garth was leaning forward now, listening with great interest.

Preston thought for a moment, "About a year, at my best recollection. Yes, 

a year later. You were off on some contract, or you'd have joined in that 

war, for sure."

Garth took a deep swallow of ale, "For certain I would. But how is it no 

word ever reached me?" He shook his head, "I never heard anything about either the war, or the Drow moving here."

Jarveena agreed, "No word of such ever reached the western fiefs." She glanced at Garth, "I would have heard."

"But what of you Preston?" Garth asked. "What have you been doing besides running this inn?"

"Waiting to hear some word about you mostly. There were some rumors that you put down a rebellion in one of the western fiefs. I guess there's some substance to that one, eh?" His eyes were on Jarveena.

Garth shrugged it off, he was interested in the where-abouts of his friends. "What of Clinch, Logar and Will?"

"Theirs are three of the shades that haunt the battlefield. Brickland and the easterner, Agi too. All dead. Only Mick, of our guild, survived the war. He was among the first taken by the bitch and her minions. Gavin had already left, with Robyn, when the war started."

"I never thought anyone could best Clinch in a fair fight," Garth mused.

"None did, Clinch was slain by base treachery and majik. An ensorcelled arrow struck him in the back of the neck. I recovered his body and put it on the pyre. His sword, 'Soulcatcher' I have kept safe. I figured he would want you to take it up to avenge him."

"If 'Soulcatcher' will accept me, Clinch's shade can rest assured that I will seek revenge for his death."

Jarveena touched Garth's arm, "What do you mean if it accepts you? Is it not just a sword?"

Garth let out a grim chuckle, "Much more than a simple sword. 

'Soulcatcher' was wrought and enchanted by wizards of Eldritch days. It bears great majiks within its blade."

"And the blade is wrought of star metal." Preston added. "Nothing in this 

world can even dent the blade." He looked at Jarveena and appraised her overall build. "Can you draw a bow?"

"I have used one, yes," she responded. "Why is it you ask?"

"I also was able to recover the bow Agi used." His face was grim as he turned to Garth, "What think you about giving the bow to your woman?"

"The Hart Bow?" Garth was surprised. "It will kill all those it rejects. I 

would be very careful about handing it to anyone."

"Wait a minute, you two." Jarveena protested, "I'm the one that has to make up her mind. It's my life that this Hart Bow will take, or not, right?" She stood with her fists on her hips, "Are you certain that this 'Soulcatcher' will accept you? Will you not die if it rejects you?"

Garth nodded, realizing that this woman was his equal in both courage and 

determination. "So be it," was all he said.

Beneath the inn was a vault – stone walls and ceiling sealed by an iron bound door. The three comrades now stood before the door.

"What is that that I feel in my ears?" Jarveena asked.

"That's the majik of the seals that were cast to lock the door." Preston responded, pulling a scroll from beneath his tunic.

"Some of Gavin's work?" Garth asked.

Preston nodded as he opened the scroll. He read the words inscribed on the 

parchment and the massive door slowly swung open.

"Wait here," Preston instructed them, stooping to enter the vault.

In a moment he returned with two bundles, each wrapped in what looked to be dragon hide. He placed them on a long table and turned to Garth.

"This is the 'Soulcatcher'," he intoned. "Would you wield this blade?"

The words were ritualistic and Garth knew the proper response. "I would bend to the test of 'Soulcatcher.' Let this instrument of war decide my worthiness."

Preston unwrapped the sword. It rested in a plain scabbard, and looked to be a plain sword, devoid of any ornamentation. "Grip the sword Garth, and let 'Soulcatcher' determine your fate."

The warrior wrapped his hand around the leather grip and slowly drew the huge blade from its resting place.

As the blade cleared the sheath, it changed from a blade of gleaming steel 

to one of a deep, black luster. Along the blade, mythril runes burned to life. A low moaning sound filled the basement as Garth lifted the sword above his head.

At the tip of the sword, on it's very point, a small light was ignited. It 

grew and began to envelop the sword, moving down to engulf the blade, the 

cross guard, the grip and the pommel.

As the fire began to spread down Garth's arm, his teeth gritted against the pain. Sweat began to bead on his furrowed brow as the living flame completely covered his body, then pulsed as it held him in thrall.

Jarveena watched in horror as her man was being tortured by this mighty sword, then, in a blink, the flame vanished.

Garth staggered but kept his feet, and his grip upon the sword.

The Soulcatcher had accepted Garth.

Jarveena ran to him and threw her arms around him, she could feel the pounding of his heart through the mail shirt.

They stood like this for a moment before Jarveena pulled away. "Will my ritual be the same?" she asked, looking at Preston.

"Only the words – only the words. For the Hart Bow to accept you, we must step out in the back." He turned toward the stairs, "Come."

The night was clear and moonless. Jarveena looked up at the stars in wonder, realizing that this may be the last glimpse of them she would ever have.

Preston unwrapped the bow and quiver. The bow itself was constructed of a set of horns; antlers, from a large Hart, (we call them stags) with a leather wrap at the grip. A strip of sinew served as the bow string. The quiver held but a single arrow, it was long and well feathered and looked to be made of some hard dark wood.

Preston strung the bow then held it out to Jarveena, "This is the Hart Bow. Would you draw this bow?"

Jarveena swallowed, hard. With some tension in her voice she responded, "I 

would bend to the test of the Hart Bow. Let this instrument of the hunt decide my worthiness."

She took the bow in her hand and withdrew the single arrow from the quiver. The arrowhead was broad and sharp, wrought from some strong metal. 

She nocked the arrow to the bowstring and raised the bow to her cheek. The 

draw was strong, but Jarveena was able to pull the bow to it's fullest before loosing the shaft at the indicated target.

The arrow flew from the bow and traveled about half the distance to the target when it stopped and turned. The point of the arrowhead was aimed exactly at Jarveena's heart.

The arrow flew back toward Jarveena, she stood rock still for the instant it took for the arrow to pierce her breast and drill through her heart.

The arrow left Jarveena's body after going completely through her, yet the girl still stood. There was no blood on her, front or back, and she felt no pain. She looked first to Garth and then to Preston.

"Open your blouse," Preston instructed.

Jarveena did as she was told and found a scar on her left breast, the likeness of a bow and arrow lay directly over her heart.

"You have been accepted – mark you that the arrow has returned to the quiver."

"What does that mean?" Garth and Jarveena both asked.

"This arrow will always return to the quiver. Any arrow may be loosed from 

this bow, at it will probably find its target – for such is the enchantment of the Hart Bow – but this arrow will ALWAYS fly true, and will always return to the quiver." Preston looked around, "Quickly, we must get back inside. That spider spawn will be scrying for you tonight."

Shortly before midnight the Drow queen sat before her scrying bowl. "Where 

are they? Why can I not see them?"

She waved her hands back and forth over the waters surface, but to no avail.

"By the horns of the black dragon where ARE they?" Mytra swore, standing away from her desk. "Demron!" the queen called. "Bring me the mortal."

In moments the hideous creature returned ushering in a mortal male. He was naked and bound in leather harness and wrist chains. There was a spiked collar around his neck and a chain attached to that. Demron handed the chain to the queen then withdrew.




Sellsword Ch. 02



I had awoken at dawn, and prepared to leave Kirkston for the Foras Mountains, to find the missing girl Serass perhaps inside in the Toron Forest inside the Moutains. I gathered my things, and made my way to the blacksmith who I had paid to fix my short-sword, luckily it was finished by the time I arrived, and I paid him his fee. With everything packed, and ready I set off from Kirkston before the city itself woke.

The journey to the Foras Mountains was quite a short distance from Kirkston, but still a good day or more to travel. I kept myself to open fields, choosing to avoid the brick roads and routes travellers, and of course bandits roamed. It wasn't that Terraria wasn't safe, like hell it was safe to be honest. To the far North, remnants of Orkley raiders had made home in our mountains, travelling at night, and attacking traders and farmers on their routes. 

If they weren't Orkley raiders, then it was our own home-grown Northern bandits and raiders who did the killing, and pillaging. Many of my younger years were spent with my Clan hunting down these traitors, to the King's Peace who even worked alongside Orkley raiders and turn their backs on their traditions, and the North.

By the start of my second day travelling, I could see in the distance the tops of the Foras mountains, covered in snow and with winds that turned the sky snow white.

If this Serass girl had made it into the mountains, I only hoped she knew her way, or had at least travelled through them before in her life, and could survive.

Either way, I was going to find her; be it as a corpse or still alive.

By midday on the second day, I reached the summit of the Foras mountains battling the cold winds, and falling snow. I climbed into it's peak, following pre-set routes and paths that if you knew where they were, would safely take you into the mountains and eventually around inside.

I had taken these same paths and routes many times, hunting down Orkley raiders who didn't know the land, or our own bandits who had fled in thinking we wouldn't pursue them.

We would pursue them into the mountains or into the sea, and put an end to their killing. I camped during the night of the second day in the mountains, finding a cavern many travellers used for shelter.

I awoke at dawn once more, shaking from the cold winds that still penetrated into the cavern. 

Now inside the mountains, looking down over it's peak at the Toron Forest down below I slowly ascended the mountains, and reached solid ground by midday. Now for some unknown reasons, some call it magic; the deadly snow and winds do not touch the forest within. It's natural, cold at times and warm at others; but the ferocious weather that hinders people from entering seems to stay high up in the mountains themselves.

I entered the forest, and began to look for any signs of travellers, people who had come through the area recently leaving foot prints or had disturbed the wildlife around.

I had no luck for the first hour or so, finding only the remnants of wildlife that had travelled through the forest, that was until I found a small hill inside the woods, and torn on a nearby tree I saw what looked to be material, from a skirt perhaps that had caught and tore on the tree.

It was dyed red, with a Clan tartan design on it, being that this was the only sign of anyone being in this forest I assumed that Serass had come into the forest, and the red material matched what the Captain had told me she was last seen wearing the day she fled her homestead.

I knew she had bright red hair, and was of a small, petite build. I wondered how far she could have got inside the forest, before being overcome by exhaustion and tiredness. If she was still being chased, she would have pushed for the Northern edge of the forest, that was where they were large hills, and moors to hide in.

I made my way there, now unsheathing my short-sword. If Serass was still being chased by Koras's followers, they would be armed and not willing to just hand her over to me.

I pummelled the ground for another ground, climbing the hills and pushing north until I reached a clearing; and heard a woman's cries.

"Please, stop! Leave me alone, I beg of you!"

I followed the female voice, pushing through bushes into another larger clearing.

There was a young redhead girl, standing on a small hill in the clearing facing off against three masked individuals. She had somehow got a hold of a weapon, a dagger and was swinging it menacingly at the men trying to keep them back.

One of the three masked men, wearing a mixture of dark red clothing, and black armour simply laughed.

"But it is a glorious gift Koras bestows upon you child, you are a woman now and able to birth his child. Koras shall inherit these lands again, and bring death and fire to those who betrayed him, and deny his power."

The other two masked Cultists repeated the same chant, as the first man had and unsheathed what looked to be coshe's used to knock someone unconscious but not harm them. They were aiming to take Serass alive.

I moved low, towards the three men who had begun to advance towards Serass and I managed to get behind them, and shouted.

"I think the lass said she's not coming with you lads, don't you think you should leave?" 

They turned to me as I spoke, and gripped their coshe's in their hands staring at me.

The leader of the three men, the one who had talked about the 'gift' given to Serass spoke.

"This has nothing to do with you outsider, you have no right to speak to Koras's loyal followers, you do not know our ways!"

I smiled, and advanced on them slowly holding my sword tightly in my grip.

"To be honest with you lads, Koras sounds abit like a cunt to me. Taking women away, to forcibly impregnate them, in his bid to come back to this world."

The leader grunted, and shouted so loud and viciously it sounded as if I had struck a nerve with him.

"How dare you speak of Koras in such a way, you insolent peasant!"

All three men put their coshes away and pulled swords and daggers from their scabbards, they were not going to attempt to take me alive, that was clear.

They began to approach me, forgetting about Serass and I marched towards them slowly, not as prepared to jump head-first into this fight without some breathing space around me.

The leader of the three was the first to come at me, swinging his short-sword at me from above but I stepped aside easily enough, and dive forwards spearing him in the chest with my own sword, and tore through his armour and red robes. He gagged, and gurgled before collapsing to the floor dead. I wrenched the sword free from his body, and turned to the last two men remaining.

"Your friend didn't listen to my offer, now I'm giving you both a chance to run while I'm still feeling generous." I said pointing my bloody blade at them both menacingly.

"For Koras, we live and die; we are prepared to leave the world of the flesh, for his world to sit at his side." 

The two of them chanted in unison, before running break-neck towards me with a dagger and another short-sword.

"Fare enough." I said in a whisper.

The first man with the dagger came at me, clumsily trying to drive his dagger into my chest but leaving his own chest defenceless. I dropped to one knee, and pushed my sword with both hands upwards and speared his gut, tearing through the armour he wore.

I shoved it forwards another inch or two, driving my sword into his guts and innards. Slowly blood pumped out, and I pushed his dead corpse off of my sword.

I didn't have much time to react, as the last man with his sword swung at me, and I brought my sword up; clanging against one another I had managed to block his attack. I reeled back, and he came at me once more; with his sword trying to swing it sideways at me. Bad move since, he could barely move without gasping for air. I came down on one knee, but swung my sword to his exposed side, and the blade tore into him tearing armour and flesh aside. He gasped in pain, and I took the chance to stand, and as he flailed away from me with his back to me I drove my sword through him, and he slumped to the soil gasping for air. He soon stopped breathing, and I tore the sword from his body. I took a moment to gather a few breaths, and turned to see Serass was clinging to a tree, terrified and cautious watching me.

"Relax lass, I was sent by the Kirkston Council to find you, before these heretics did. I think I arrived in good time, I'd say." 

She said nothing, clinging to the tree with her nails digging into it.

"Were you chased by anymore, other than these three?"

She slowly swung her head.

"Only they followed you, from your home?" I asked her.

She nodded.

That was a relief, and so I took the chance to relax and knelt down to loot from the dead; between the three men the had four gold Sovereigns, and I pocketed them. Other than that, their weapons were rusted and of no real use anymore.

"Lass, I am not going to hurt you. If I had wanted to, I would have let them kill you but I didn't. So come closer, I need to speak with you."

She nodded, and came closer as I leaned against a tree to drink from my water-skin. I offered it to her, as I got a good look at her now.

She was quite small, still very womanly; with womanly hips, and figure. She definitely now looked her age; being almost eighteen seasons old. Her bright, dark red hair was cut short around her ears, stopping about two inches from her shoulders. She must have attempted to alter her appearance, hoping that her pursuers didn't recognise her but that hadn't worked.

"Are you Serass, lass?" I asked her.

She nodded, but very cautiously in case I was about to attack her. 

I nodded.

"Well you're the right person then, what made you run for the Toron forest of all places?" 

Serass, was quiet and I hoped I hadn't frightened her into silence.

"My father took me here once, and I knew if they followed me I could hide until they gave up looking for me." 

Smart idea, if they had been just your run-of-the-mill bandits, but these were religious fanatics. They weren't going to stop chasing her, not if returning to their enclave empty-handed would see them they selves killed for failing their mission.

"I'm here to take you back to Kirkston, lass." I said preparing to head back to the moutain pass I had come through, to head back to Kirkston.

"No! I won't go back there, I'll die before I go back to him!" 

What in the name of the Gods, was she so afraid of?

"Whoa slow down, lass. Who are you talking about?"

She looked at me cautiously, saying nothing.

"I am not a follower of anyone, lass. I am a sellsword, I work for a fee and take no sides. Now tell me, what are you afraid of back in Kirkston?"

"Torod!"

I was bewildered here.

"Taraa Torod? On the City Council?"

She swung her head left to right, and began to cry.

"Karis." Was the only word she said after that, before breaking down into tears where she stood.

Taraa's husband.

"What did he do to you?" 

She looked at me through her flowing tears.

"He raped me, over and over again after I turned eighteen. He'd come to my homestead, and my parents would think nothing of it. He is a powerful man, on the Council. He'd take me aside, to my parent's barn. I never thought anything of it, he spoke of a bright future on the Council. That I could become a Lady, and when he was alone with me - he tore my dress off, forced me to do sickening things for his pleasure." 

Serass was crying so hard, she was barely able to mutter a word without it sounding incomprehensible to the ears.

I moved towards her, slowly of course as I sheathed my sword.

Taraa's husband, had abused his position of power and the trust people afforded him to sexually abuse, and assault a young girl. There was something slimy, when I was in his presence - something off about him. Was there really any threat from these followers of Koras, or was this all to just get her back to him, so he could silence her and stop the truth coming out, to his wife and the people of the region.

"I never knew lass, that was why he wanted you back in Kirkston." I said.

"I'll disappear like all of his other victims." Serass said quietly.

"What do you mean, his other victims?" I asked leaning against a tree to listen to the young girl.

Serass wiped tears from her face, and I saw that look of dread that told me there was a reason his other victims 'disappeared' once he was through with them.

"He kills them?"

She nodded glumly, and looked away into the distance as wind struck her face and her tears.

"They go missing, but we all know what he does with them. They are all eighteen seasons old, or older so no one will miss a grown woman who goes missing. That's why he wants me brought back to him, I'll just disappear and my parents will never know where to."

Karis, the slimy, dirty dog. To hurt a woman, as young as eighteen and abuse them sexually would ensure in the afterlife, he would be castrated by the Goddess Rylar for hurting her children, the women of the world. He would live a life of pain and suffering in the afterlife as punishment.

But for that to happen, someone would have to dispatch the dirty rodent to the afterlife to be punished by Rylar.

"Where do I take you to then, back to your family?" I asked.

She said nothing for a moment, staring off into the distance.

"My parents now know what he did to me, they'd never accept me back - before I left my mother spoke to me about her suspicions. When I told her what Karis had done to me, she seemed to be ashamed of me."

I could understand her fear of her parents backlash to her return, if they thought of her as 'soiled goods' and could not marry her off to another man, without him knowing of her past.

Something possessed me, maybe it was what was instilled into me through my childhood in the Clans, but murder and death is redeemable either in battle, or vengeance for someone hurt or in the pursuit of justice. By Rylar and her love for her people man and woman, and Forak's sense of right and wrong; according to the practitioners of our faith they would both redeem you of your actions when you enter the afterlife.

That to kill, or hurt someone in the pursuit of justice in any way possible, or to avenge someone; murder can be accepted by the Goddess and God, and you'll be redeemed by them both.

Whether or not this was true, was disputed by other faiths and religions, but it was what we were brought up believing. I turned to Serass.

"I doubt you'll get any judiciary justice for what he did to you, he'll never spend the rest of his life in chains, or finish his life on a chopping board; because of his position and power, lass." 

Serass knew that already, and wiped away fresh tears.

"But by our Gods, I can get you justice. It may not be pretty, or to some considered right in the eyes of justice, and the King's Peace. But I can get you justice, I can kill him for you in Kirkston." I said.

Serass looked at me through her tear-soaked eyes.

"You do not even know me, sir. Why would you offer to do this for me?"

I smiled warmly, as best as I could for her benefit.

"I have a code that I follow, lass. Not to harm innocents, or children. You may be an adult now lass, in the eyes of the law of the land, but you are still young. This should never have happened to you, and for that Karis should suffer for what he did to you. But I must hear it from your mouth, to be forgiven when I finally enter the realm of the dead; and be forgiven by Rylar and Forak. You must tell me, what you want me to do and why? So the Gods hear us."

Serass was cautious but looking at me she cleared her throat, and even glanced up into the sky.

"I want you to kill him, make him suffer for what he did to me and the other girls too. I want Karis dead, for raping me."

And that was it, her tears were gone and her request made public to me and the Gods above us. I took from it's sheath my dagger, and drew it across my palm, cutting the flesh as blood pooled.

"By Rylar herself, for her love and the righteous justice Forak brings down on the unjust; I promise to kill Karis Torod, for his crimes against the vulnerable and the innocent. For this I beg of you to let me into the next world, to be at your side and be redeemed for these actions I am to carry out in the name of justice."

I looked over at Serass, and beckoned her over.

"Come here, lass. I need your hand."

She came over to me slowly, and extended her soft, pale hand and I took it with my bloodied hand and squeezed hers. 

"By my blood, I swear to do this for you, lass. I Koron Candon, swear to you Rylar and Forak to kill for this woman, for the pain she has suffered. I swear this to you, on my life and my blood." 

I held her hand for a few more moments in silence, before releasing her hand finally and stood back.

"We need to leave for Kirkston, once we get there you will stay outside of the city walls and wait for me to return." I said, and I turned to collect my things and begin to walk back in the direction of the pass I came through in the mountains that was roughly in the same direction as Kirkston was.

In complete silence, saying nothing to one another we climbed into the pass again that took us into the night to do, and we slept in the same cavern as I had the night before.

We camped inside the cavern, and I managed to build a small fire with some flint, and positioned it in the mouth of cavern to try and warm us both up.

She finally spoke up, after hours of climbing into the mountain pass in silence.

"You swore to our Gods, you'd kill Karis. Why did you make that promise? If you do not do it now, the Gods will punish you in the afterlife." She said timidly.

I smiled, hunched over and staring at her across the fire.

"Lass, I intend to keep that promise and kill Karis. I do not take our Gods names in vain, I grew up being told of what happens to us, who lie to the Gods when we leave this world. I promised to kill Karis, and I intend to kill him."

Serass just nodded, holding her knees tightly.

"How often did he do it to you, if I may ask?" I asked her gently, trying to not upset her.

Serass stared longingly into the fire, a the flames crackled and popped.

"The first time, he told my parents he was on official business for the Council of Kirkston, registering those who newly turned eighteen in years of age. My parents praised him, being a Councillor on the city Council. It's a high-position of office, and so they awarded him the respect expected. That first time he never touched me, but simply took me aside to clarify I was an adult now in the eyes of my parents, and of the law. But once he knew I was eighteen in age, he looked at me differently and smiled; but it was a sickening smile. As if he knew something, that I didn't. Regardless, he left and I told my parents who told me I was paranoid, and that I was to show him the utmost respect and do as he asked of me the next time he visited our homestead."

I poked the fire with a broken branch, to push the pieces of wood around to keep the fire going and spoke.

"He took advantage of his position." I said aloud.

She nodded, without a shred of emotion on her face.

"The first time, he forced me was when he visited our homestead a few days later, claiming that he saw what he called 'potential' in such a low-born girl like me, and that one day I could become a Lady in court. My parents believed every word he spoke, and ushered him in to be alone with me, when he took me to the barn. He continued to talk about the future for me, until we were out of sight and only his guards could see us; but they were loyal to him and didn't step in to stop him as he tore my dress off from the neck. I tried to run, but he shoved me onto the bales of hay we had for the horses. There he did it, he took my virginity. Something I had held onto since birth, and he took it from me just weeks after I had turned eighteen years of age. He was nothing, his small prick felt like nothing but he still managed to hurt me with it. He threw a rag down on me, told me to clean myself up and if I did tell my parents he told me I would disappear and never be seen again."




Sellsword Ch. 02



I clenched my grip on the stick, poking the fire as I listened to Serass feeling more and more hatred for Karis.

"The next few times until I fled when Koras's followers showed up, he came to visit under the same excuse; mentoring me for a great future ahead of me in court, and preparing me for visiting court in Kirkston when Council was in session. Every time other than one occasion, he raped me in the barn, the exception was near the nearby river to my homestead. He seemed to tire, and bore of me in those final few visits; as if the fun of raping me the first time, taking my virginity was gone now, and I was not worth even visiting anymore. I think, he was going to make me disappear had Koras's followers not come after me."

I listened, as I put the stick aside and stared at seeing tears in her eyes; she was genuine, the way she spoke and how she spoke told me she had indeed suffered what she had recounted to me.

"Serass, I promise you he'll be dead soon and suffering at Rylar's hands in the next world." I said simply, trying to comfort her.

She nodded, and quietly wiped away her tears trying to hide her face from me as we slowly drifted off to sleep. Seeing as the pass was dangerous, being pummelled by heavy snow and winds, no one was likely to come into the cavern and find us this evening.

I fell asleep, and awoke a few hours later, the sun was coming up and Serass was awake staring out of the mouth of the cavern at the lighter snow, and winds with her knees pulled up to her chest in silence.

"You're awake before me." I said as an observation.

She nodded simply.

"I don't sleep much now, so much out there scares me and I'm afraid of closing my eyes for too long."

I had to agree with her somewhat, but the truth was being afraid of sleeping and closing your eyes don't make the monsters go away, they come when you're awake as well.

"We can reach Kirkston in just under two days, it's going to be a long trek but we'll be there soon enough. You must be hungry?" I asked her, leaning over to my napsack and looking for some dried fruits, and stale bread I had with me when she handed it to me.

"Sorry, I was just really hungry; I didn't want to wake you." She said.

I nodded, and saw she had barely eaten any of it and I took a slide of dried apple and bit into it.

"That's fine, Serass." I said eating a slice of dried pear, and bit into a piece of stale bread before wrapping it up again, and shoving it into my bag again.

"Once Karis is dead, the city will toll it's bells to signal an attack. That's why you need to stay outside, I don't want the guards capturing you, and taking you unknowingly to Karis's wife." I said aloud so she could hear me as she stood near the mouth of the cavern.

"Once he's dead, his men will look for me; they know what he has been doing and will assume I was involved in his murder." Serass explained.

"Then we'll run, I'm guessing they'll figure our once they find him who was capable of killing him. I must have found you, heard the truth and come back to kill him." 

Serass said nothing, and continued to stare out into the cold sky. I stood up, and gathered our things, the fire was out so no need to put it out. Once I had everything put away, and bagged I stood with her at the cavern mouth and we left together climbing down the pass away from the unnatural weather changes in the mountains back to normal ground again.

The rest of the journey was more eventful, as Serass talked to me about her upbringing, her parents and asked me questions about the Northern Clans I hailed from. We rested in a nearby forest, less than day away from Kirkston, and camped inside. I planned for us to arrive at Kirkston at sundown, when it night so I could enter the city and kill Karis, giving us enough time to escape when they'd find his body the next morning.

By dawn the next day, we were packed and ready to continue onto Kirkston. We soon arrived on the outskirts of the city, in a nearby wood that overlooked the entire city. It was dark, and night was on us. The traders were gone, and there were only a skeleton crew manning the gates, the two guards looked more bored than on guard.

Both wielded spears, and had short-swords on their belts. I turned to Serass who was watching them as I was, in silence.

"You stay here, do not move from here Serass and I'll meet you back here once it's done. If the city bells toll, before I return then hide. They'll be scouring the nearby areas for me, or anyone who seems suspicious. If they find you they'll take you back to the city Council building, and I won't be able to get you out. They'll have the entire city locked down." I told her, hoping she did as I told her to.

She swallowed hard, but nodded in agreement as I turned away. I was leaving everything with Serass minus my gold of course, but only carried my weapons and left everything else with her.

Without saying another word to her, I made my way to the gates wearing a robe over me and of course my hood hiding my face, I slowly approached the gate and the two guards on sentry duty.

They slowly noticed me approaching, and turned to face me holding their spears.

"Sorry sir, we're not accepting new visitors into the city tonight. There's an Inn further down the road behind you, and in the morning you'll be allowed back inside." One of the two guards said to me, putting out his hand to stop me.

I never gave the guard a chance to put his hand on me, and pulled from inside my robe my dagger but held the butt of it out, to strike the guard hard on his face. He fell back, spitting blood and falling to the floor. I gave him one last kick to the face, knocking him out cold.

His fellow guard tried to turn his spear on me, but I turned to face him and grabbed hold of his spear, and punched him with the full weight of my fist, knocking him out. He dropped to the floor next to the other unconscious guard, and I stepped over them into the city through the ajar gates.

The city was deserted, only the brothels and Inns were still open for business since they were open twenty four hours a day and always looking for business.

With my hood up, I walked past them in silence heading towards the Council building in the centre of the city. There were only two guards on sentry duty at the front of the building, but there were open windows along the sides, and I knew I could climb inside without having to knock out these two guards.

The Council building also housed it's members, in lavish chambers and apartments in the upper-floors. One of the low windows was open, probably left open by one of the handmaidens or staff. I climbed carefully up, holding onto the stonework as I made my way to the window. It was only a floor up, so if I fell I would be hurt but not killed from the fall.

No one down below, not even the two guards on the main doors noticed me or any sounds that would lead them to me as I hoisted myself through the open window. It was dark, other than a low-burning candle on a table, since it was late it made sense the Council members had retired to their plush apartments.

I stayed low, moving around the empty room that looked to be a preparation area, where extra sheets, beddings and such were stored for the apartments. I soon found the door out of the store room, and entered a corridor with a carpet under my feet but the brick walls of a castle surrounded me as a I moved along it in the dark.

There was no sounds, no one nearby as I mounted a staircase up to the next floor above me with my dagger gripped tightly in my hand, and my other hand on the pommel of my short-sword in preparation for what was ahead of me.

The next floor was just as deserted, but for how long I didn't know; there were fresh candles replaced along it's walls, illuminating the corridor more than the one downstairs.

Freshly replaced candles meant people were around, or at the very least nearby. I was wary, as I moved along the corridors of the second floor and saw some of the apartments of the other Council members. Their names were stencilled on polished wood signs, on their big Oak doors. I'm guessing these were the apartments for the other portly, older man who sat next to Karis and the other woman when I was brought before the Council.

I came to the end of the last corridor on this floor, and still hadn't found the Torod apartments yet but found another dimly lit staircase. It made sense Karis and Taraa would have their apartments on the top floor of the building; due to their power and position on the council.

I climbed the steps wearily, and found the final corridors of the upper floor as dimly lit as the first floor was, and as I moved along it I saw much more plush surroundings. Rich carpets, statues and priceless artwork adorned the walls of just the corridor. A large Oak door, with a brass handle stood before me with the name Torod stencilled onto a polish wooden slab on the door.

I pressed my ear to the wooden door, and heard nothing inside; no movements or the sounds of more than two people inside. I slowly turned the handle of the door, and pushed it open carefully. The doors were unlocked, if staff or handmaidens were requested to change bed linens or serve the council members food or drink.

To say Karis and his wife led a life of perverted power or wealth, would have been an understatement. The priceless art out in the corridor didn't match up to what adorned the walls of the large apartment, from portraits to preserved antiques they were here. The apartment was the size of this entire floor, with adjoining rooms and a large bathroom. A fire crackled to my side, in the fire place and illuminated the room slightly. There was no movement, and as I closed the door behind me I stood up fully and slowly crossed into the centre of the apartment.

I discarded my robe, throwing it aside near the door as I would not need it to kill Karis. Crossing the apartment's main room, I heard giggling and laughing from a nearby bedroom. It must have been the room Karis and Taraa shared together. I moved over to the door as stealthily as I could, watching how hard I stepped on the ground. I listened once more, and there was laughter from inside. 

I thought about this; what if Taraa was aware of everything Karis had done but did nothing to stop him? Was she just as culpable as he was? Would I have to kill her too, for Serass's justice to be complete?

I took hold of the bronze handle of the door, and twisted it slowly and pushed the wood door open and the laughter inside became louder as I slowly entered the dimly lit bedroom. There was a big master bed against the wall of the room, and a man and a woman were rolling under it's sheets together. There was no need to sneak up and kill them both, this was for them to be aware of why they were being killed, for their crimes. I slammed the door shut behind me hard enough that the occupants of said bed sat up, and looked at me.

It was Karis indeed in the bed, but it was another woman and not Taraa sharing it with him. She was as young as Serass was, with raven black hair and obviously Karis's new chosen victim since she wasn't laughing, it had been Karis. She was stone faced, with tears running down her face and Karis looked at me.

"You." Was all he managed to say.

"Leave lass, if you're here against your will this is your chance to leave. If he's paid you I advise you to leave and take your pay, because you do not want to see any of this."

She shivered at my words, and looking at Karis she slid from the sheets onto her feet on the cold floor naked as the day the Gods made her. 

"Get back in this fucking bed, whore. I paid for you." Karis said snarling, spitting the words out at the girl.

She looked between me and him, wondering who to listen to and do as she was told by.

I showed her my dagger, and looked at her hard.

"There's a reason you do not want to be here, lass. He's not going to be coming after you, I promise you that. He won't be leaving this room alive to come after you." I told her stepping forwards slowly, step by step across the plush red carpet under my feet.

She looked at a small brown leather pouch on the nearby night stand, next to the bed and she looked at me.

"Take what you want, you've earned it lass." I said.

She nodded, and looking at Karis who looked close to exploding in rage or having a heart-attack watched her take the entire pouch of coins that jingled as she picked it up, and gathered her clothes from the floor and fled the room.

Before she left the room, as she stood near me she looked at me briefly.

"I'll tell no one." 

I nodded, in silent thanks as she left the room and me and Karis alone together. 

Karis now tried to take control of the situation, and sat up with his fat, portly stomach hanging out over the bed sheets over him.

"So did you find the Serass girl, is she here in the city with you? I'll forget about you sending off the girl, we can always get another." He said trying to laugh off the entire situation, but never taking his hollow eyes from my dagger that glinted in the candle-light.

Slowly I approached the bed, in silence holding my tool of death in my hand.

"Did you do your job, sellsword? I am not paying for failure!" He shouted at me, his pathetic attempt at trying to threaten me or frighten me failed.

"How long, have you been doing it?" 

He looked at me, with a perplexed look of incomprehension and surprise etched on his fat, sweaty face.

"Doing what?"

I passed the dagger from one hand to the other, and Karis never missed it following it tentatively.

"Raping young girls, after you discover they're grown women; the moment they've turned eighteen, you sick fuck." I growled back at him, and my answer and tone made him wince from me behind the bed sheets.

He tried to sit up more, to look as regal and powerful as he usually did in his office of power.

"Whatever that little whore, Serass has told you it's a lie!"

I laughed, and leaned against the large posters at the corner of the bed frame that held up the roof over the master bed.

I looked at him, fixing him with a cold, heartless stare.

"She was still a child, in the eyes of Rylar. She may have been a woman in the eyes of King, and Law but she was a child of Rylar and you took advantage of your position with her."

Karis was silent, sweating so heavily I thought he'd build a lake in the bed.

"She's telling you a pack of lies, sellsword! Now stop this nonsense, and put away your blade and maybe you'll not end up in chains for this outrageous behaviour!"

I knew enough tell-tale signs a person shows of lying, from the sweating profusely, to the stammering of words, to the longing stare at the nearby doors or windows in the pursuit of escape that is ever on their minds. Karis was showing these exact same signs, and he was lying through his filthy teeth to my face.

I looked around the room, still no sign of Taraa. Was she even aware of her husband's sick deeds? If not was she aware he was in their marital bed with a working-girl, soiling her name and reputation with his twisted urges.

I smiled, it wasn't a menacing smile but one that told him nothing he could say would sway my decision this night.

"You raped a young girl, one of many through the abuse of your office of power and now you're going to die for that injustice you committed against the girls." 

I saw something unusual, the fear on his face was etched in stone, but he was regularly stealing glances to something other than doors and windows in the room. He was glancing at a cupboard in the corner of the room, that was about my height. 

He saw that I had spotted him looking at it, and I moved over to it watching his face as I did for any clues.

"Stop, get away from there!"

Something was not right, in his voice, in his demeanour; everything was off and it was all about this cupboard in the room with us. I took hold of it's iron handle and yanked on it, tying to open it but it wouldn't budge and it was clear it was locked. Where was Karis hiding the key?

Then I remembered, since entering the room and sending the girl away; a glinting of metal around his neck; a key on a necklace made of string. I turned and marched over to him, as I approached he began to slunk onto the bed trying to hide from me as I leant over and tore the key from his neck.

"No! Stop this now! I'll call the guards!"

I was done listening, and shoving the matching iron key into the lock of the cupboard I twisted it around, and yanked open it's doors. What faced me inside, made my stomach crawl and churn.

There were unusual keepsakes, on the shelves of the cupboard ranging from wristbands made of flowers, to a pair of boots, and even what looked to be a patch of cut auburn hair, placed inside a glass box to preserve it.

What the hell was this collection? Were these keepsakes he took from his victims? He was sick, twisted and he even kept souvenirs of what he had done to his victims.

"WHERE ARE THEY!?" I shouted so loudly, that the room echoed with my voice.

Even I feared I shouted so loud the guards may have heard me, but I no longer cared. A rage was inside me, for Karis. That fear, that pure fear he had for me upon entering the room was now gone. He wore a grin of slyness, of knowledge, of knowing something I did not on his face. The game was up, and he was no longer playing the role of a frightened man, especially when in his mind he thought what he did was not wrong. To him, it would not have surprised me if he thought of it as his 'right' as a councilman to do these things to these girls, that King and Law would not punish him for these crimes.

"They were only whores! Peasant whores, barely worthy of my seed." 

I turned to walk back towards the bed, where he sat watching me with ease.

"No one noticed them going missing, why would they? They were farm girls, women of no standing. They were shit on my fucking boot! To do as I wanted, they should have counted themselves lucky I even chose them for my pleasure."

"Where are they!" I shouted charging towards the bed and grabbing Karis by his short grey hair, that was slick with sweat and yanked his head back to expose his neck to my dagger.

He was breathing hard, and swallowing relentlessly as he looked up at the dagger seeing the death it was bringing.

He laughed, cackling with a maniacal laughter as if he was crazy. 

"How do you think I paid for any of this wealth, for these luxuries! I sold the little bitches, as slaves from north to south, east to west. I sold the little bitches as sex slaves, and I made good coin from it. I sold them to Orkney raiders, to the Far Eastern lands and their slave masters. No one will find them, ever. They'll disappear, and never be seen ever again. You may have saved one, but there are dozens you'll never find sellsword! I'll leave this world, knowing where they are, but you'll die hating yourself for never saving them. That bitch Serass better enjoy her freedom, because the King's Peace will come for you, for murder. You'll both face the chopping board together, and I'll be happy with the knowledge you never found any of the others!"

He was laughing, manically again spitting as he laughed and looking up at me as if tempting me to kill him. 

"You stupid fucking sellsword, you never think anything through do you! My wife never knew about any of this, but she'll come after you for justice never knowing the truth. I'll die remembering how good they felt, how helpless they were against me, knowing they're doing the very same thing right now for men just like me, helpless once again!"

He was trying to pull from my grip, laughing hysterically as if this was the final curtain of his miserable life and he knew it too.

"For Serass, I do this. In your names; Rylar and Forak. Forgive me for my actions, return me to your stone throne to sit alongside you both. To return to the stone." I said in a low whisper, as Karis tried to listen to what I was saying.




Sellsword Ch. 02



I gave him no chance, dragging him from his bed naked with his grotesque stomach hanging out, and his small, laughable cock swinging as he moved to the window of the room. I pushed the wooden shutters open forcefully, as the cold night air hit us both. Karis's smile was gone, as he looked down at the fatal drop below, a four storey drop. 

"I hope Rylar castrates you in the afterlife, for all the pain and suffering you caused those girls." I said simply as he looked frantically back and forth, from me to the drop below.

"No, don't do this! I'll pay you, don't do this sellsword!" 

I said nothing, as I threw Karis out of the window pulling him by his greasy hair, and shoving him out with my hand on his naked back. There was screaming, as his fat frame 'flew' for a few short metres before his weight dragged him down and down, until I heard only the faint crashing of his body against the stone, brick walls below. I looked down out of the window, he was bent out of shape, but he was dead. His neck was broken, and he was dead. I stared down for a few moments, and still saw no movement. I finally turned and saw the open cupboard with Karis's keepsakes.

I looked at the wall of the room and saw what was known as an oil lamp, and I moved over to it to take it from the wall, and turned flinging it at the cupboard where it smashed and broke into pieces scattering oil and flame onto the cupboard. The flames grew, and the room was on fire from the bed to the cupboard. I didn't care anymore as I picked up my robe from the floor, and turned to leave the room and Karis's apartment knowing Taraa was safe and not inside. They must have had a second home somewhere in the city, where she slept as he slept here, enjoying his perverse pleasures.

I quietly left the building, through the same dark storage room I had come in through, and as I began to walk with the robe over me, and hood over my head I saw guards running past me, back to the council building. I took one glance over my shoulder, and saw the flames hadn't move from the top floor to the lower floors but all of the fourth floor's windows were smoking, and licks of flames were visible inside. The city guard would soon find Karis's dead body, when they did a search of the building and I didn't want to be in Kirkston when they found him.

As I made my way out of the unguarded gates of the city, towards the wood where Serass was hiding I saw her, and at the same time heard the sound of the city bells toll. It was either to signal that they had found Karis's body and thought the city was under attack, or it was to signal that there was a fire in the city. 

Serass stepped out of the shrubbery of the wood, and looked at me with her red hair blowing in the winds that had grown in the night.

"Is he dead?"

I said nothing, and nodded as I stood next to her and gently placed my hand on her shoulder. She didn't' flinch, and looked up at me. 

"He's dead. I found keepsakes he kept from the other girls, he says we'll never find them. He sold them onto slavers, then I killed him." I told her without any emotion in my voice.

Serass breathed hard, and nodded.

"Thank you." 

I nodded, and we turned to leave as the bells of Kirkston tolled of death and destruction, that we left behind us both. We would run, and try to avoid being found by Taraa. She may not have ever been aware of Karis's deeds, but she would be looking for me and most probably Serass for justice; for her husband's killers.

It would be a long journey, be it to the far Northern shores of my home or to the southern lands and the Capital. We'd decide soon enough where we would go from here, when we were safely away from Kirkston.

*****

Hope everyone has enjoyed this instalment of this story, please let me know what you think of it and what you liked, or disliked about it. For me this has been one of the better stories I have written, having gone more simple in terms of world-building, but adding more depth to characters and the world itself instead of adding too many characters to keep track of. Anyway all feedback, and comments are appreciated so please comment.



Sellsword Ch. 02



Mytra regarded the young man for a few moments. He had turned out to be a proper slave since his capture, and a most helpful one as well. The queen pulled on the chain and brought the slave to his knees. "Tell me, slave, where would Garth be hiding in this city?"

The slaves eyes shown with hope for an instant, "Garth? Here?"

The queens wrath was instant as she yanked on the chain, then threw it in a loop about the slaves neck. "He as not come here for you! He has come here for me," the queen sneered. "It will be my distinct pleasure to disembowel him, and hand his slut to Demron for his pleasure."

Her face was close to his now, "So tell me, where would he be hiding?"

The queen's gaze went deep into the slaves mind and pulled his most concealed thoughts to the fore.

"The Street of Swords – of course, your old comrade in arms – Preston!"

Satisfied that she now knew where Garth was, the queen lay back and relaxed the tension on the chain. "You have done well Mick. Now pleasure your queen and mistress," her legs opened in invitation and the slave – Mick – knelt between them.

His tongue had plumbed the depths of the queen's hot cunt many times since 

his capture. He had developed a certain level of skill at it. His tongue flicked over the queens swelling clitoris causing her to gasp and move her legs tighter around Mick's head.

Mytra ground her pussy to Mick's mouth, feeling his tongue move in and out 

of her hot, wet hole.

The slave then sucked Mytra's clitoris into his mouth and began moving his 

tongue and teeth back and forth across it, sending shock waves of pleasure 

coursing through her body.

Mytra's hands tangled in Mick's hair, pulling him tight against her cunt –

the sensations his mouth was giving her were highly exciting, making her want even more. But that was what Demron was for.

Mick's hands moved beneath Mytra's firm ass, lifting her from the cushions 

so he could work his tongue up and down her wet slit. He licked her clitoris, then moved his tongue down along her swollen labia to her puckered ass. He lingered there, his tongue moving over the tight ring before reversing it's course and moving up to her clit once again.

Mytra moaned powerfully as she felt an intense orgasm flowing through her. 

Her cunt spasmed around Mick's probing tongue and her juices flowed freely.

The slave lapped up every drop – to fail to do so would result in his feeling the whip.

Mytra pulled Mick from her cunt. His face glistened with her juices as she 

pushed him back onto the floor. The queen looked at his erection and laughed, "You could never satisfy me with that puny finger." She looked at him, enjoying his humiliation, then went on, "But I will not have you beaten this time." She clapped her hands, "Demron, take this slave from my sight – and make sure you bind his hands. I wouldn't want him to play with himself."

"Did you say that Mick was taken?" Garth asked, lifting a flagon of ale to 

his lips.

"Among others, yes. He's the only one not to be found though." Preston lit 

his pipe and thought a moment, "I wonder if he's still alive, and a captive."

"What of the others then?" Jarveena inquired.

"We found their bodies, or what was left of them. Mutilated they were, tongues cut out, fingers hacked off, cocks and balls missing." Preston's face took on a very sad expression, "There were some women too. With them it was even worse."

"I don't think I want to hear that," Jarveena said.

"The hour grows late, and we are both weary, " Garth said. "It's time to get some sleep."

"Take the large room in the back," Preston pointed to the stairs. "There's 

water in the ewer and clean linen on the bed." He handed Garth a lamp.

"It's a nice room," Jarveena observed, unlacing her leather vest, "and the 

bed is large enough." A coy smiled played across her soft lips.

As Garth secured the door and placed snares beneath the windows, Jarveena 

stripped and lay back on the large bed.

"I'm waiting – and you are over dressed," the woman purred, rubbing her hands up and down her supple body.

Smiling, Garth finished his precautions and undressed, quickly. He slid into bed beside Jarveena and took her in his arms.

Their lips met in a wet, hot kiss. Their tongues played and danced together as their hands moved over each other's body.

Garth's hands found Jarveena's heaving tits, his thumbs teasing her nipples to stiff erection.

Jarveena's hands were not idle – they moved down Garth's well muscled body 

to find his growing cock, already swollen and hard. "Mm – is that all for me?" she purred into Garth's mouth.

The warrior's hand moved down Jarveena's belly to the thick, moist matte of her pubic hair. His fingers probed her parting lips, finding her clitoris and moving over the swelling tip as it throbbed beneath his touch.

As their mouths welded to each other, Garth's fingers slipped inside Jarveena's hungry, furnace like cunt. She gasped and thrust her hips upward, taking Garth's fingers deeper inside her. Her hand moved up and down Garth's rigid shaft, stroking him, making him harder and harder as she hungered to feel him buried in her aching pussy.

Garth's mouth slid from hers, moving down over her firm tits, her firm flat belly, to join his hand in her wet triangle.

Tossing her head from side to side, Jarveena reached her fist climax before Garth's mouth reached her cunt. She moaned loudly and thrust her hips onto his hand.

As his woman came, Garth pressed his lips to her spasming cunt and sucked the flowing juices from her. His tongue replaced his fingers as it probed into Jarveena, licking and coaxing still more of her sweet juices to flow into his mouth.

"Take me Garth – take me now," Jarveena urged, her hands still stroking his iron hard cock.

Garth moved up her body, his cock head brushing the wet hair of her waiting pussy, pressing into her open vestibule. With a strong thrust, Garth drove his cock into Jarveena's body. He felt her wet cuntlips caressing his cock as it slid into her.

Jarveena clenched her inner muscles, squeezing Garth's cock in a strong clutch as she felt each vein on his mighty shaft as he filled her hot, wet cunt.

Their bodies began moving together, thrust meeting thrust as Garth's cock pounded into Jarveena's eager pussy.

Jarveena wrapped her legs around Garth's waist, her heels beating on his ass as her fingernails raked his shoulders.

They were so engrossed in their passionate love making that neither noticed the black mist that was gathering near the bolted door.

As the couple reached their climax the mist solidified and the room grew cold.

Jarveena cried out in terror as she saw the apparitions at the foot of the 

bed. Garth rolled from her and reached for his sword, but found he could no longer move.

What Garth saw chilled his blood – before him stood three figures, Mytra, the Queen of the Drow and Priestess of the Spider Goddess stood between two other figures. On her left was a demonic looked creature, with wart covered, leathery hide, on her right, clad in the raiment of a soldier of the Drow, stood Mick.

Mytra clapped her hands slowly, "A most impressive demonstration of your prowess Garth. But then I have sampled that first hand haven't I?"

She extended her hand toward him and drew him up from the bed to stand before her. "I want you to watch Garth, watch as the creature that replaced you in my bed has his way with – that which lies in yours."

"Why do you do this?" Garth demanded, finally able to move – however slightly.

"Why? It should be obvious, my sweet. Revenge. You left me. Without you my people were unable to withstand Noldor. It was YOU that cost me my homeland."

From the bed, Jarveena listened to the queen's words. "Garth – you were her lover?" she questioned incredulously.

Mytra smiled at the girl, "Why yes, my lover and my most trusted advisor. 

Has he not told you of this?" She turned to the sellsword, "For shame Garth." She shrugged, "No matter, we leave now for the Spider Goddess's new temple."

Garth looked at Mick, "And what part did you play in this, Mick?"

"I did what I had to do to stay alive. I saw what happened to the others."

"Your friend and I have become, almost, as close as you and I once were. 

Haven't we, my sweet?" she turned to the demon, "Bind them securely Demron."

Garth looked at the queen as she moved her cape aside. Beneath it she was naked – he looked at her smooth golden skin, her white hair, hanging long and soft over her shoulders. Her eyes were the color of amber and they looked at Garth with a knowing stare.

"Do you not find me desirable, Garth? Would you not still like to stroke my breasts?" She raised her hands to her large tits and lifted them in a mocking offering. "Wouldn't you like to taste me once more? To savor the juices that my body yields in passion?" She whirled, bringing the cape around her once more. "Come, we must be leaving now. Mick, take their weapons from beneath the bed and bring them as well."

As they passed through the common room, Garth and Jarveena saw what remained of Preston. Garth said nothing, Jarveena merely sobbed.

The temple of the Spider Goddess was beneath one of the older temples in the city. The Drow have dwelt in subterranean empires since they first walked the earth, they felt comfortable and secure in those environs, as did their deity.

Garth surveyed the surroundings as well as the gathered worshippers. Some resembled Demron – demonic creatures that Mytra had summoned from the pits of hell, some were Drow, of both sexes, priests and priestesses, no warriors. He counted six demons, and four Drow, not including Mytra, Demron and Mick. Only Mick and Demron wore swords, the other demons looked to be carrying axes and clubs.

As Jarveena looked about her eyes fell on the altar at the end of the chamber. It was low and had iron rings set at all corners. The stone was stained dark – blood stained.

Mytra clapped her hands and the two priestesses came forward. "Prepare this one," she commanded, and Jarveena was dragged toward the altar.

Garth watched the priestesses as they chained Jarveena to the altar stone. 

She was laid across it, her head hanging over one side, her hips on the edge of the near side – with her legs spread as they were, her cunt and ass were exposed – and available.

"Whip her!" The queen ordered.

The two Drow males, priests, Garth presumed, unwound their whips and set to lashing Jarveena's soft skin. Where the lash struck, a red stripe appeared – blood oozing from each one.

The priests continued until Mytra raised her hand and ordered them to stop. "Demron, Agrak, you may have her now," Mytra said, shrugging her cape back over her shoulders. "Do you not find me desirable Garth? Are you no longer interested in my body? In the wonders of my passion?"

Garth, despite himself, as becoming aroused. There was no denying the fact that Mytra was a rare beauty. Her skin was so smooth. Her tits were firm and warm. Her face one of near perfect beauty, her hair was of spun mythril. Her long legs and the mystical sexual skills of her pussy easily seduced even the most resolute of males.

Garth felt his cock twitching.

"Come, let us enjoy ourselves nearer the altar." Mytra led Garth toward the stone where Jarveena lay chained. "You can see why Demron is my favorite consort now."

The demons approached the altar. Agrak stripped off his loin cloth to expose a massive cock, already hard – it's shaft covered with large, wart like, bumps and thick pulsing veins. He shuffled around the altar to Jarveena's head.

Demron approached then, and stripped his loin cloth off. Garth's eyes went wide at what he saw. Demron's crotch boasted TWO cocks, the upper, large and bumpy, the lower only slightly smaller and equally mal-formed.

"He can fill me like you never could Garth, but he is so ugly," Mytra said with a laugh.

The one called Demron made a grunting sound, the other, Agrak, lifted Jarveena's head so that she could see Demron's two cocks.

Jarveena screamed in horror at the size of them, at their terrifying appearance. She knew she would not survive an assault with such organs – not if they wished her to die that way.

"See, my sweet?" Mytra said, grasping Garth's cock and stroking it, "while yours is quite nice, you have but one." She drew him down to the temple floor so they could watch Jarveena being raped by the queen's demons.

Agrak grasped Jarveena's head and placed his massive cock head to her lips.

Jarveena groaned in pain as Agrak forced his cock between her lips and into her stretched mouth.

The demon began thrusting his cock into Jarveena's aching mouth, forcing the huge head into her throat, making her gag and choke for air.

As Agrak was tormenting her mouth, Demron placed the head of his upper cock to Jarveena's vestibule, and penetrated her enough to bring the head of his lower, smaller, cock into contact with her asshole.

Mytra's hand was moving more rapidly now, stroking Garth's erection as she 

watched the scene on the altar unfolding. "Agrak's cock may choke her Garth – but she's trying to take it all, admirable, admirable."

The queen turned to Garth again, her other hand now fondling and caressing his balls, "I have missed these, even with Demron and Mick to service me, I have missed these." She lowered her head – long soft hair falling down to caress Garth's belly – and kissed the head of his cock. "Mm – it would seem that this has missed me as well."

At the altar, Demron turned to seek a command from his mistress, his cock head (upper) was inside Jarveena, his lower cock poised to rip into her tight, puckered ass.

"Fuck her Demron – fuck her." Mytra commanded, lowering her head to capture Garth's rigid cock in her soft, wet mouth.

Jarveena's, agonized, shrieks were muffled by the massive cock in her mouth.

Demron thrust his hips forward, sending both of his cocks deep inside the terrified girl.

She felt her insides being torn open by the invading cocks, blood began seeping from the ripped flesh of her cunt lips and sphincter as Demron began thrusting in and out of her.

Mytra's head moved up and down as she eagerly sucked Garth's cock. Her fingers were playing with his balls as his cock head entered her tight throat.

In spite of himself, and the situation he and Jarveena were in, Garth's cock was responding to the skilful ministrations of the Drow Queen. He reached up and grabbed her firm tits, squeezing and pulling them, pinching and twisting her nipples. He remembered she liked it rough. Garth began thrusting his hips upward, fucking the queen's mouth as he sent his cock deeper into her throat.

The queen lifted her head from Garth's cock and moved to straddle his hips. Her wet cunt was poised above him as she moved her cunt back and forth over his glistening wet cock head.

The soft hair of the queen's pussy stroked and caressed Garth's cock before he reached up and grasped her by the hips. With a savage thrust, Garth slammed his cock up into Mytra's hot, wet, cunt. As he did, he pulled her down, doubling the force of his initial stroke.

"Ahh – yes – that's the way!" The queen moaned, feeling Garth's cock pounding into her. She responded by clenching his cock with her inner muscles and moving her body in rhythm with his.

"My Queen," Mick interrupted, "what of their weapons?"

Without turning her head, or missing a stroke, Mytra told him to inspect them if he wished.

Hope at once entered Garth's mind. If the traitorous pig drew Soulcatcher, he would surely perish – that might give Garth the opportunity he needed.

On the altar, however, time was running out for Jarveena. Demron's massive cocks had torn her badly, inside and out, and her breathing was now 

shallow because of Agrak's cock blocking her throat.

The larger demon, leaned down and began sucking and chewing on Jarveena's heaving, sweat covered tits. His teeth left angry red marks on her flesh as he continued to batter her with teeth and cocks.

Garth could not afford to think about Jarveena at this point – Mick had taken hold of the sword and was about to draw it from the scabbard. Garth grabbed Mytra around the waist and rolled over, putting her beneath him.

The queen moaned and purred at Garth's display of passion, and wrapped her 

legs around his waist.

As he thrust harder and harder, Garth moved his hands to the level of Mytra's shoulders. That was when he heard the low moaning sound of Soulcatcher being drawn from its scabbard.

The air in the temple became filled with the crackle of lightning and the dying screams of the traitor as Soulcatcher rejected his suit.

Mytra made to move when Garth, striking like a snake, drove his forearm into her throat, beneath her chin, and pressed with all his weight. The queen quickly lost consciousness, her eyes rolling back in her head.

As the sound of Soulcatcher's torment of the traitor ebbed, Garth saw the sword fade from view, returning to it's own plane of existence. He knew he would have to act quickly, Mytra was not dead, and those fiends were killing Jarveena. "SOULCATCHER!" he called, "TO ME!" he raised his right hand and in an instant, the grip of the terrifying weapon was in his grasp.

Demron was turning from Jarveena as Garth struck. The edge of the sword sweeping the demon's frog like head from its neck then returning to remove Agrak's from his body.

As the demons died, Garth felt the surge of power as Soulcatcher devoured their spirits. He whirled around to see the two priests raising their whips, he charged into them, swinging the awesome blade and ripping their bellies open.

Again the surge of power.

The priestesses were cowering in fear, their beautiful features distorted in horror as Garth – the embodiment of their destruction – beheaded each of them.

The bloody blade was raised to take Mytra's life when Garth heard a movement behind him – he turned to face the Spider Goddess herself.

"Now you will die my sweet – as food for my Goddess." Mytra croaked from behind him.

The visitation was a huge black spider – with the head of a woman. The face was of rare beauty marred only by the long fangs that adorned it's mouth.

Garth felt Soulcatcher in his hand, the power of the sword swelling into his right arm. He charged the apparition and thrust the point deep into it's belly.

Both goddess and priestess screamed in pain as the mighty blade drank the goddess's life and gave that power to Garth. Black blood flowed down the blade as Garth pulled it back and turned, once more, to Mytra.

The queen lay powerless on the cold floor of the temple, her face bore the 

look of terror that Jarveena's had. She was a threat no longer.

Garth rushed to the altar and freed his woman. She was covered in blood, from the whip as well as the assault by the demons, but she was still alive.

Supporting Jarveena with his left arm Garth started moving toward the temple entrance. He paused by the prostrated form of Mytra, once priestess of the spider and queen of the Drow. Bending down Garth picked up the Hart bow, still in it's dragon hide case.

"I leave you once more Mytra," Garth smiled. "Ponder your plight – you no longer have a goddess, nor a people. You are as nothing now, despite your great beauty. Perhaps you might become a tavern wench."

Garth left, supporting the groggy Jarveena.

They would return to the inn.

The people of Kal-sorak were free of the Drow. It had cost them many lives 

– it had cost Garth many friends – but the Drow would not return.

A column of troops had entered the town, Noldor cavalry. Their leader raised his hand to halt his men and hailed Garth.

"Old Comrade – so the rumors are true!" he exclaimed, dismounting and approaching. "Is she dead?" he asked, regarding Jarveena.




Sellsword Ch. 02



"No Eron, but she is sore wounded, and she has lost much blood," Garth responded.

The Noldor troop included two healers – they were able to provide unguents for Jarveena's wounds and to mend her torn body, their healing spells would help her mind recover and soften her scars.

Some weeks passed and Jarveena finally felt like herself again. She was even hungry for Garth's body again – it had been a while.

The soft light of morning streamed through the window – two lovers lay side by side.

"Garth – please make love to me,." she whispered as they lay in bed. Her hands moved to Garth's body, stroking and caressing his cock. "I need you," she purred, kissing him lightly on the ear.

Garth began slowly – first by kissing her, a deep longing kiss, filled with desire. His hands moved lightly over her breasts, gently caressing the smooth firm flesh, feeling her nipples respond.

Jarveena moaned softly as she felt her pussy moistening. Her hand moved slowly up and down Garth's erection, she could feel the strong pulse in his veins.

Garth moved his lips from hers and trailed them down her body to suckle on

her erect nipples, his hands moving down to caress her soft pubic hair before sliding along her wet cunt lips. Garth's tongue flicked back and forth over Jarveena's hard nipples as his fingers slipped into her welcoming cunt. He could feel her tighten, her pussy lips swelling around his probing fingers.

Jarveena began grinding her hips against Garth's hand as his thumb stroked 

her swelling clitoris, making her squirm in anticipation and moan with pleasure. "It's been so long," she murmured, tightening her grip on his thick cock.

Garth moved again - this time, his mouth joined his hands at Jarveena's pussy. He sucked her clitoris into his mouth as his fingers delved deeper into her tight cunt. He could feel her as she approached her first orgasm. 

He moved his fingers faster as he licked and sucked her throbbing clit.

Deep within her, Jarveena felt her orgasm building – she had not felt this intensity before, it had been so long – so very long since she had felt Garth making love to her, his gentleness driving the horror of the demonic rape from her mind. She was ready to give herself to this warrior – body and soul.

Garth felt her cunt spasm, clutching his fingers tighter as her juices flowed, washing his fingers, coating his tongue. Garth drank her in, savoring the taste of her as Jarveena's body squirmed and trembled in the grasp of her orgasm.

When her climax began to ebb, Jarveena made Garth roll onto his back and 

she knelt between his muscled legs. "Now I will pleasure you," she whispered, lowering her head, and letting her mouth form a soft, red O.

Garth looked down, watching his woman lowering her lips to the head of his 

cock. It was like a, silken, scarf was being passed over his erection as Jarveena's hair moved softly over it. Then she licked him from the base of his cock, to the head before sealing her lips over the small opening.

Slowly, deliberately, Jarveena let her soft lips slid down Garth's rigid shaft. Her tongue pressing on the great vein beneath it as the swollen head reached the top of her throat. She hesitated a moment, recalling the agony of having the demons cock stuffed down her throat. But the fear passed, knowing that this was Garth's cock, and she was his woman.

As he lay back in pleasure, Jarveena's head began moving up and down Garth's cock. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked eagerly on the swollen meat, making it glisten with her saliva. Her hands began fondling Garth's heavy balls, caressing and massaging them. She lifted her mouth from Garth's cock and gently sucked his balls into her wet mouth. Running her tongue over the wrinkled flesh of his scrotum, then releasing them and returning to sucking his raging cock.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum," Garth groaned, thrusting his cock into Jarveena's throat.

She looked up at him, her eyes telling him that she wanted to taste his hot seed. She sucked even harder, her head bobbing up and down as she sought to draw Garth's semen from him.

Garth arched his back, driving his cock into Jarveena's throat as his balls spasmed and his cock erupted – spilling his cum down Jarveena's throat. She drank down every drop, savoring the elixir of her lover's cock.

Garth's cock pulsated and throbbed as he came in great spurts - his pearly fluid splashing into Jarveena's hungry mouth.

When Garth's climax had crested – and Jarveena had milked him dry – his cock was still hard, still ready.

"Hmm – does this mean that you want me again?" Jarveena purred as she released his cock from her mouth with a long, loving lick of the shaft.

Garth simply smiled, reaching down to pull her up over his body.

Jarveena straddled Garth's hips, her wet cunt moving slowly back and forth over the head of his, still hard, cock. Her cunt lips parted to allow Garth to enter her vestibule, but she was unable to restrain her desire for more than a few seconds. "I need you Garth," she declared as she impaled herself on his rigid cock.

"Ahh," Garth moaned as he felt Jarveena's tight cunt grasping his aching cock. His hips rose to meet her, their bodies moving together in a slow, erotic rhythm. The room was filled with the wet sounds of their fucking and the soft low moans of their desire. The air was thick with the scent of their passion and the sweat of their bodies.

Garth's strong hands gripped Jarveena's hips as he thrust his rigid cock deep within her. With a twist of his body, he rolled them over to place him above Jarveena.

Jarveena's cunt spasmed around Garth's cock as she came, her juices flowing over the hard pillar that was pumping in and out of her. Her legs clutched Garth's torso as her heels beat on his back. She pressed her mouth to his shoulder and bit him – sufficient to draw blood – which urged Garth to speed up his motion.

Garth was able to hold back his own climax – Jarveena having sucked him dry earlier – so that he was able to pound his rock hard prick into her harder and harder. He could feel the white hot furnace that was her cunt, gripping his thrusting cock, holding it a willing prisoner.

Jarveena felt filled as Garth thrust into her hungry pussy. She met his strokes in a steady tempo, feeling his balls slapping he crack of her ass. 

She came again – more intensely than before – her cunt lips swelling to clutch Garth's cock even tighter.

Garth felt his balls filling, growing tight. He was nearing the edge – Jarveena urged him onward. He could feel his climax building like a storm, boiling up from deep inside him.

Together, they came.

Garth's balls spasming – hot cum erupting like lava from a volcano.

Jarveena – her own juices flowing, mingling with Garth's to run out of her overflowing cunt and down the crease of her ass. Jarveena's orgasm was even more intense than the last one. Her cunt filled by Garth's pulsating, throbbing, erupting cock.

Garth slammed his cock deep inside her.

Her cunt muscles milking him, drawing every drop of semen from him.

His cock pulsing inside her until he was dry.

As their orgasms ebbed, Garth's cock began to soften until it slipped from Jarveena's wet cunt.

She sat up and reached for Garth's cock. She licked it clean of the elixir 

of their lovemaking.

Their mouths met in a kiss of all consuming passion.

Garth could taste them – their elixir – on her lips.

Satiated, they lay on their backs, skin glistening with sweat, breathing deep and steady as their heartbeats returned to normal, more or less.

Jarveena raised up on her elbow and regarded Garth. "You were her lover?" she questioned.

Garth lay silent for a moment, "Yes, I stayed with her for three months prior to the Noldor attack." He turned to look into Jarveena's eyes, "It's what I was being paid to do. I was in the employ of the Noldor – I passed them information – then deserted Mytra at the critical moment. I was to be the general they didn't have."

"I'm glad you left them – her – otherwise we might never have met," she snuggled closer, playfully twisting the hair on Garth's chest.

"Are you hungry?" Garth asked, raising to his elbows.

"I need to wash myself first," Jarveena answered, stretching sinuously. 

"Why don't you go ahead and I'll meet you downstairs."

As Garth donned his leather shirt and strapped on his dagger, Jarveena began splashing cold water on her supple body, making her smooth skin glisten.

Garth shook his head. "I'll see what there is to eat," he said, and went down to the common room.

As Jarveena was lacing up her shirt, she heard shouting and the sounds of fighting from the common room. "He can't stay out of a fight," she said to 

herself, then she heard the voice of Mytra.

"SHIT!" Jarveena swore, grabbing the Hart Bow from beneath the bed she charged from the room.

From the head of the stairs she saw two Drow warriors tying an unconscious 

Garth to a column as Mytra uncoiled her whip.

With a wave of her hand, the Drow Queen released Garth from the spell she had cast, and he regained consciousness.

"I want you to feel this my love," the queen drew back her whip and lashed it across Garth's bare back.

A long slit appeared in Garth's skin, blood was flowing from it.

Jarveena notched her arrow and drew the bow, "BITCH!" she cried, distracting Mytra from whipping Garth.

As the queen began conjuring a spell, Jarveena loosed her arrow.

The enchantment on the Hart Bow worked – the arrow pierced Mytra's heart.

Despite her elvish magic, Mytra fell to the floor – dead once and for all.

"She's slain the queen!" one of the warriors cried, drawing his sword as Jarveena's arrow returned to it's quiver.

Jarveena drew and loosed the arrow again – again it struck its mark. The warrior was dead when he hit the floor.

The second warrior was almost upon her when the inn's door burst open and Eron stormed in, a group of Noldor swordsmen on his heels.

The encounter was quick and, fatal. Eron ran to the stairs and cleaved the startled Drow fighter with a single swing of his war-axe.

Jarveena lay back against the stairs, blood had splattered her face and clothes, but she remained ready to fight, reaching back for her enchanted arrow.

"Calm Jarveena – be calm – its Eron of the Noldor. Garth is safe and the Drow have been slain." The tall warrior reached down and gently stroked Jarveena's shoulder.

She stopped trembling and began to relax.

From the corner of the common room, Garth's voice rang out, "Could you untie me before you start bedding my woman."

Eron straightened and turned away from the girl, but not before seeing a flush redden her soft cheeks.

With Garth freed, and his wounds, all minor, tended to, the three sat around making small talk. Small that is until Jarveena spoke up.

"Garth, do you recall Tiffane?" she asked quietly, "your promise to her?"

Garth reflected for a brief moment, "Yes – I remember. We would invite her to our bed should our paths cross again."

At this revelation, Eron's eyebrows arched and his eyes widened.

"It's true my friend, but a long story." Garth said to Eron, before returning his gaze to Jarveena. "Why do you ask that?"

"Could we not invite Eron to our bed – he did save our lives."

Garth smiled and reached for Jarveena's hand. He just nodded.

The trio made their way to the bedroom where Jarveena instructed the men to strip and wait for her on the bed.

They did so.

Slowly, to music only she heard, Jarveena began dancing – her hips moving in a slow, sexual motion as she deliberately unlaced her shirt. She turned and opened her shirt, letting it slip down her arms. Only her back was revealed as the cotton garment fell to the floor.

Her hands moved up and unbound her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders in a honey colored cascade. She turned and faced the two men sitting on the bed. Her full breasts rose and fell with her breathing, her nipples stood firm and erect as she moved toward the bed and placed her foot in Garth's lap – she could feel the hardness of his cock as she moved her foot against it.

"Remove my boots," she instructed, her voice seductive as anything either man had ever heard.

With her boots off, she turned again, then came back and placed her other foot in Eron's lap. She played with his hard cock as well.

The men were spellbound – neither could tear their eyes from this beautiful woman, dancing so wantonly for both of them.

Jarveena turned away from them again and unlaced her leather breeches. Her hips undulated slowly as she pushed the soft leather down over her round hips.

From their viewpoint, Garth and Eron could see the small dimples at the top of Jarveena's asscheeks as her breeches slid down to reveal her heart shaped ass, then her long legs as she pushed the leather down to fall at her feet.

She turned and faced the two men, her hands moving deliberately over her taught belly, upward to cup her firm tits. She lifted one to her lips and sucked the erect nipple, flicking her tongue over it as her smoldering eyes gazed at the men on the bed.

Her breasts quivered when she released them – her nipples tracing small circles in the air.

She moved her hands down to her silken thighs, moving them up and down as he slowly approached the soft matte of pale pubic hair resting at the apex of her thighs.

"By the gods. . ." Eron moaned watching Jarveena open her wet pussy lips, and slip two fingers inside.

Bedside him, Garth began stroking his own erection, slowly moving his hand up and down his huge cock.

Eron, before too long, followed suit.

Jarveena smiled, enjoying the effect her performance was having on the two warriors. She savored the power her body exercised upon them – making them hard – igniting their desire for her. As she moved her fingers in and out, she could feel her cunt getting wetter and wetter, her clitoris swelling and throbbing with need. She threw her head back, her hair flying, and moaned out her first orgasm.

A thin film of sweat glistened on Jarveena's skin as she spun around and danced her way to the bed, slowly laying back and opening her arms and legs to her lovers.

Garth fell on her heaving breasts, sucking them in turn, licking and suckling her nipples as his hands squeezed them.

Jarveena reached down and grasped Garth's cock and began stroking it slowly as he kissed and licked and sucked her aching tits.

Eron knelt between Jarveena's open legs.

She could feel his lips and teeth as he kissed and nibbled his way up the silken columns of her thighs until he pressed his mouth to her dripping cunt.

As Eron's lips covered her clitoris, Jarveena gasped and thrust her hips upward, pressing her hungry cunt tight against Eron's mouth.

Eron sucked her clitoris into his mouth and began flicking his tongue back and forth over the hard nib, then playfully nibbling it, before resuming the torment his tongue was delivering to the squirming girl.

Jarveena writhed and gasped as Eron's tongue brought her to another orgasm, her juices flowing over his probing tongue to be licked up and swallowed like fine wine.

"Garth. . ." she gasped. "Please – let me taste your cock," she begged, needing his hardness in her mouth.

The sellsword shifted to kneel at Jarveena's head, his erection poised over her open mouth.

Jarveena twisted her head around and seized Garth's cock in her soft lips, her tongue moving over the pulsing vein as she sucked him deep into her throat.

Eron lifted his face from her wet cunt and put his hands on her hips. With no effort, he switched her from on her back, to her hands and knees. Now she could suck Garth's cock with more ease, and Eron had better access to her cunt – and her tightly puckered ass.

Garth held Jarveena's head and thrust his hips back and forth, fucking her willing mouth.

Jarveena reached out and fondled Garth's balls, gently caressing them as her mouth moved up and down his thrusting cock.

Eron's callused hands grabbed Jarveena's ass as he placed the head of his massive cock into her vestibule.

Jarveena wriggled her hips back, letting Eron's cock head into her eager cunt.

With a ferocious thrust, Eron slammed his cock into Jarveena's tight cunt. 

He could feel her cuntlips sliding along his shaft, her inner muscles tightening around his pounding cock.

As Eron pumped his cock into Jarveena, she greedily fed on Garth's huge meat, sucking it into her throat – swallowing the head.

Garth groaned in pleasure as Jarveena sucked, his balls – when she was not fondling them – slapping against her chin.

Eron's thrusting cock drove Jarveena closer and closer to another intense orgasm. His hands held her asscheeks as he thrust harder and harder into her wet, hungry cunt.

Garth's balls were filling quickly, he teetered on the edge of climax as he enthusiastically fucked Jarveena's mouth.

Eron, too, was nearing the point of no return. His cock pounding furiously into Jarveena's pussy. He felt his orgasm building deep within his belly.

The three of them exploded in a volcano of passion. Jarveena's cunt clenched Eron's pulsating cock. Eron's cock pouring his hot cum into her as she milked him. Garth's cock erupted, pouring semen down Jarveena's throat as she came in wave after wave. Their bodies spasmed and shook with intense tremors.

Jarveena swallowed quickly, eagerly devouring Garth's cum as it spilled into her throat.

Eron's cock pulsated and throbbed as his semen filled Jarveena's cunt, to overflow and spill down her trembling thighs.

Their cocks deflating, Garth and Eron reluctantly allowed Jarveena to let them slip from her – she would not leave them alone though.

"Sit beside each other," Jarveena instructed, motioning with her hands. 

Her eyes were glazed with passion, desire still burned behind them. She reached out and took the two cocks in her hands and began stroking them gently. They were wet with a mix of semen, saliva and her own cunt juice – slick and very, very erotic.

"By the gods!" Eron managed to croak as he realized that Jarveena was about to suck his semi-hard cock back into full erection.

Garth grinned as Jarveena sucked first Eron, then Garth, then Eron again, then Garth again. She continued this until both cocks had regained – what she considered – a satisfactory degree of stiffness.

"Fuck me Garth – fuck me with all the fury you can," Jarveena moaned, then took Eron's cock deep into her mouth.

Garth moved behind the girl and spread her ass cheeks. With a savage thrust he rammed his cock into her waiting cunt. His balls slapped against Jarveena's clitoris as Garth's rock hard shaft pounded deep inside her. He began pumping in and out of her steaming pussy – hard – ferocious – animal like.

Each time he slammed his cock into her, Jarveena took Eron's cock deeper into her throat. Muffled moans came from her mouth, filled as it was with the Noldor's cock meat.

Despite the intense orgasm Jarveena had given Garth with her mouth, he soon felt himself nearing the brink once more. He speeded up – now slamming his cock into Jarveena faster and faster. His balls filled quickly as he drew nearer and nearer the edge.

Jarveena's climax flowed through her. Her cunt lips swelling, tightening her grip on Garth's cock. Sending him over the edge.

Issuing a savage cry, Garth pounded his cock into her hot cunt as his orgasm exploded. His cum poured into Jarveena once again – again filling her cunt – again mixing with her own juices and flowing down her thighs.

As Garth's pulsating cock continued pouring semen into her, Jarveena lifted her mouth from Eron's cock. "Garth, let me suck you again – Eron – fuck my ass – now – fuck my ass." She gasped, her hair damp, her eyes glazed.

The men switched places, Garth slipping his deflating cock into Jarveena's hungry mouth, Eron putting the swollen head of his cock to her puckered ass.




Sellsword Ch. 03



Chapter 3 - The Witch of Ravenstone

This story was previously posted on a site that is no longer fully functional.

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The young woman slipped from the cart as it slowed in front of the inn.

The sign on the door read, "Preston's."

She felt her purse, "A little light," she told herself, then noticed a smaller sign on the front door.

"Help Wanted - inquire within."

The woman pushed open the door and entered the common room. Save for three mercenaries seated at a far table, and the strikingly beautiful woman behind the bar, the room was empty. The newcomer walked to the bar and addressed the honey-haired woman behind it, "Are you Preston?" Her voice was soft and almost musical. The woman behind the bar looked up and took in her midnight black hair and fair complexion. 

"Preston is dead, I'm Jarveena, my man and I own the inn now." Her nod indicated one of the three men at the table. "What can I do for you?" The woman asked.

"My name is Shara," the woman answered, "and I need a job."

Hearing the conversation, one of the men at the table rose and came to the bar. He was a big man, clad in leather shirt and breeches with weathered skin that showed the criss cross marks of many scars.

"I'm Garth, we own the inn. Did I hear that you are looking for work?" His gaze moved up and down, taking in the total picture of the young woman. She had black hair, fair skin and dark, flashing eyes. Though clad in a simple woven dress, with a blue cape over her shoulders, Garth could tell she had a good figure. Firm thighs showed from the slits in her skirt, and her breasts, not big, but proud and firm, strained against the tight fabric of her bodice. Garth looked over at Jarveena, who had also appraised the woman calling herself Shara.

Jarveena grinned and nodded her head.

"We need a serving wench," Jarveena said, "would you be willing to do that job?" Shara thought for long enough to appraise both Garth and Jarveena, making it obvious that she was doing so. "I can do that job."

"The pay is five coppers a week, room, board and you keep all the tips you might get," Garth announced. "We'll tolerate no thievery or whoring. The Street of Red Lanterns can have all that trade they want," Garth continued. 

Shara stood straight and proud, "I am neither thief nor slattern, I am from Ravenstone, and I am a Druid."

"A healing witch?" Garth asked, having heard about the healing powers of Shara's people.

Shara nodded, her dark eyes took on a very sad expression. "Well if you're willing to work, the job is yours," Jarveena said, reaching over the bar to shake Shara's hand.

In the hills, three days ride from Kal-sorak, two riders stopped to rest their horses. A tall thin man dressed in the robes of a priest sat leaning against a tree. His companion, a knight, knelt in silent prayer bowing now and again to place his brow on the ground.

"Do you not pray, Bane?" the knight asked as he rose from his knees. "My prayers are offered in my mind, Sir Orlando. I am not a paladin, so I am not required to prostrate myself to pray.

"God has spoken to me, Bane," the knight said. "The witch is almost within my grasp. When I have slain her, the Ravenstone clan will have been destroyed." The knight's eyes shown with the light of madness as he spoke. "Forgive me, Sir Orlando," Bane said calmly. "I seek a different goal. The sword, Soulcatcher, is my objective. It has fallen into the hands of a sellsword - it must be recovered."

"But that is an artifact of the dark lords, how could you even touch it?" Bane looked at his companion, "The man is an idiot," he told himself. His voice explained, "I have been given a holy blessing that will shield me from the evil of the weapon. Of course I could not wield it, but I can recover it and return it to the temple for safekeeping." This explanation seemed to satisfy the paladin.

Jarveena had explained the job to Shara, telling her what would be expected of her, then showed her where her room was. It was next to the room she shared with Garth.

"You can start this afternoon," Jarveena said. "There's fresh water to bathe with. When you're ready, come back downstairs." 

With Kal-sorak just getting back on its feet, the crowd was small - but lively. Shara moved gracefully among the tables, delivering drinks and platters while avoiding the outstretched hands of the patrons. When the last customer staggered out the door, Garth threw the bolt and Jarveena began counting the till.

"Not a bad night, all considered," she announced locking the cash box away.

Shara countered the coins in her pocket, she had made seven full coppers in tips (a copper can be minted in quarter, half and full denominations). "We open at mid day," Garth informed Shara. "If you want breakfast, you have kitchen privileges, the cook won't be here until an hour before we open."

Garth snuffed the lanterns and they all went upstairs. No sooner had Garth and Jarveena slipped into bed and had begun caressing each other, than a soft knock was heard at their door. Garth pulled his long dagger and stood beside locked door. 

"Who is it?" he asked, his voice filled with a high degree of menace. 

"It's me, Shara," a soft voice came from the hallway. Garth unlatched the door and let the girl in - he had the dagger ready just in case.

Shara, her blue cape wrapped around her, slipped into the room. "I saw the way you both looked at me this afternoon. I just wanted you to know that I find you both very attractive as well." She let the cape fall from her shoulders.

Shara stood there, naked, her skin shone in the moonlight that poured in through the bedroom window. Her hair was lustrous, black as night. Her dark eyes held the promise of untapped passion. She approached the bed, each step a study in grace, made the hemispheres of her breasts quiver, and the smooth muscles of her thighs flex.

Garth studied the woman as she walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Do you want me to join you?" she said softly.

Both Garth and Jarveena knew they did, Jarveena reached to caress Shara's cheek. "Yes, Shara, we do want you to join us," Jarveena whispered in a soft, husky voice.

The two women embraced, their mouths meeting in a wet, passionate kiss - their hands wandering over their soft skin.

Garth sat back and watched as these two beautiful women enjoyed the touch and feel of each others body.

Jarveena lowered her lips to Shara's stiffening nipple - taking it into her mouth and suckling like an infant.

Shara took in her breath at the excitement of Jarveena's lips. She arched her back slightly, urging more of her firm breast into Jarveena's mouth. At Shara's encouragement, Jarveena moved her hands lower over Shara's taught body. Her fingers caressed Shara's breasts, her belly, and the softness of her thighs.

The young witch held Jarveena's head to her breast as Jarveena slowly moved her fingers down Shara's thighs, then back up, finally reaching the wet lips of her pussy.

Garth could feel himself getting harder as Jarveena moved her fingers over Shara's cunt, stroking her swelling clitoris.

Shara moaned softly in response to Jarveena's probing, then her own hands began moving. Caressing Jarveena's firm breasts and taught belly. "I need to taste you," Shara said softly, moving her body to bring her face to the apex of Jarveena's thighs.

The women changed position, lying on their sides, their heads between each other legs. Amid sighs and muffled moans of pleasure, they began feasting on one another. The room filled with the wet sounds of mouths sucking and tongues licking as each woman pleasured the other. Shara thrust her cunt into Jarveena's hungry mouth, feeling her tongue move up and down her hot, wet slit.

Jarveena, too, urged Shara's tongue into her waiting pussy. Garth could only watch - in total fascination - as the women came. Their moans, even muffled by the cunts they were eating, left no doubt that they had both reached orgasms.

The women lifted their faces to show their mouths glistening with each other's juices. They both smiled and each looked into the others eyes. They changed position again - their legs spread wide and meeting like two pair of shears - their cunts pressed together.

Shara began moving her hips back and forth, rubbing her clitoris against Jarveena's. Her wet cunt sliding back and forth over Jarveena's. The announcement of their orgasm was louder now, but no less passionate, as they reached another climax together.

"We've been neglecting Garth," Jarveena whispered, seeing her man's iron bar hard on.

Shara looked over at Garth and smiled then moved to kneel between Jarveena's legs. "The choice is your Garth, which of us first, and where," she taunted with a wanton smile of invitation.

"Straddle Jarveena's mouth," Garth instructed, moving into position. Shara's cunt was poised over Jarveena's face as Garth placed the head of his cock in the vestibule of Jarveena's waiting pussy. Jarveena's hands on Shara's hips guided the young witch to put her wet cunt onto Jarveena's mouth.

When he heard Shara gasp in pleasure, Garth thrust his cock deep into Jarveena's waiting cunt.

It was Jarveena's turn to gasp as Garth began pumping his cock into her, at the same time, reaching over and caressing Shara's sweat covered tits. Three hearts pounded in the timeless tempo of passion as Garth thrust into Jarveena and Jarveena savored Shara's young pussy. The young witch moaned in ecstasy as Jarveena's tongue flicked back and forth over her swollen clitoris and Garth's hands fondled her firm, warm tits.

Already stimulated by two previous orgasms, the women were quick to reach the edge, their writhing bodies and moans of pleasure urging Garth closer and closer.

He speeded up his motion, thrusting his cock into Jarveena harder and faster, until his ball began to fill and he, too, teetered on the edge. In a crescendo of passion the three of them soared over the edge together. Garth's cock erupted into Jarveena, filling her tight cunt to overflowing as his hot semen coursed into her.

Jarveena's cunt lips - already swollen - tightened around Garth's pulsating cock as her own orgasm washed through her body. Every muscle tensing, every nerve ending tingling with desire, she surrendered herself to her climax.

Shara fell forward, into Garth's arms, as she came. Her young body covered with sweat, thighs trembling against Jarveena's face, her juices flowed over Jarveena's hungry mouth.

Garth's cock pulsed and throbbed, delivering his cum to Jarveena until she had milked him dry.

When their orgasms began to ebb, the three of them collapsed into a tangle of arms and legs - smooth, sweat moistened skin moving over more sweat moistened skin - some smooth, some rough and hairy. They let their breathing deepen as their heartbeats returned to normal. They lay there, resting, enjoying the sensation of satiated desire and passion.

Garth drifted off to sleep, leaving Jarveena and Shara to their own devices.

They began to play as soon as Garth was asleep.

Shara's hands moved to caress and cup Jarveena's breasts, her thumbs teasing the nipples into erection. She followed by trapping Jarveena's nipples in, turn, in her mouth and sucking them.

Jarveena now arched her back as her hands clasped Shara's head, holding her tightly to her taught breast. "I want you Shara," she murmured softly. Shara moved to kiss Jarveena, their mouths melting together as their tongues played and danced.

Jarveena moved her hands down Shara's back to caress her firm ass cheeks, then moved her thigh between Shara's. Jarveena felt the wet heat of Shara's pussy as it slid back and forth over her firm thigh. Moaning into Jarveena's mouth, Shara slid her hands down to Jarveena's cunt, sliding her fingers into it and resting her thumb on Jarveena's swollen clitoris. Shara thrust two fingers deep into Jarveena's dripping cunt then began to move them slowly in and out, flexing them to fill Jarveena's hot tight pussy.

Jarveena began jerking her hips, thrusting her cunt into Shara's fingers, and urging them deeper into her hungry pussy. She placed her hand on Shara's pussy, feeling the soft downy hair surrounding her wet, swollen lips and throbbing clitoris. She was about to insert her fingers into Shara's cunt, when the young witch stopped her.

"I am still a virgin, Jarveena - at least I have never been with a man - in that way."

Jarveena was surprised, but did not penetrate the young virgin, instead moving her fingers up and down the young woman's hot, wet slit. "Have you taken a vow?" she asked.

"In a manner of speaking, yes," Shara replied, then bent her head once again to kiss Jarveena, deeply, passionately.

Jarveena experienced an intense orgasm as Shara's fingers played within her. Her cunt lips, swollen and wet, tightened their grip around Shara's fingers as her juices flowed over them.

Shara moaned with pleasure as she, too, came - rewarding Jarveena's fingers with her own flowing juices.

As their orgasms crested and subsided, the two women fell asleep in an embrace, to sleep until the next day in restful slumber.

Sunrise found Orlando and Bane already riding, moving closer to Kal-sorak. "Tell me of these Ravenstone Witches, Sir Orlando," Bane asked as they rode.

"Ah yes, a clan of such evil heretics you could not imagine. They claim to worship the natural order of things, but the Sacred Teachings tell us otherwise," the Paladin said. "Nanoc," he bowed his head as he spoke the name, "is the sworn enemy of their evil druid ways. He is a Lord of the Light."

Bane nodded, since he was, supposed to be, a priest of Nanoc. "As you know, Bane, He teaches that those who do not adhere to His teachings, MUST be enemies of the Light. I am sworn to destroy those who champion the Darkness. The Ravenstone clan are such champions." Bane looked over at his traveling companion - he saw the light of lunacy in Orlando's piercing eyes.

The Paladin continued with his sermon. "Only one of the cursed clan survives. Somehow she eluded me when I destroyed the Ravenstone village and slew the others. But I know she fled south, and Kal-sorak is the nearest town in that direction. If she is not there, there may be word of her." Orlando lifted his head high. "The heretic will die at the stake, as Nonac has decreed."

The sun was high when the three lovers shook off their slumber. Garth sat up and looked at the women, still locked in their embrace, and scratched his head. "Was I dreaming?" he asked himself. "It was no dream Garth," Shara said, opening her dark eyes. "I would speak with you and Jarveena - there is much you need to know - about me." Jarveena came awake just then. "What do we need to know?" she asked. "We can talk as we break our fast," Garth suggested, swinging his feet onto the floor. "I seem to have a good appetite this morning." The three sat in the common room and drank their tea as Shara told her story.

"I am the last of my clan. Ravenstone was destroyed by followers of Nonac, one of the gods of the light." She began.

"Are your people aligned with the darkness?" Jarveena asked. 

"No, we are dedicated to maintaining the balance of the universe. There can be no good without evil, law without chaos or light without darkness. Nonac's worshippers regard anyone not devoted to their god to be a heretic. So it was two years ago that an army of Nonac's followers, led by a mad Paladin, swept through my village and slew every man, woman and child. I was in the north then, studying herbs, so I alone survived." 

"Who was this paladin?" Garth asked, having dealt with that sort before. 

"He was called Orlando, he slew the men and boy children out right. The women and girl children," she paused as she choked back a sob, "they were ravaged, then burned at the stake."

Jarveena's face lost color as she listened to Shara's story. Garth's face took on a look of anger and disgust. "Did this Orlando participate in the rape, of merely watch?'

Shara shook her head, "I know not." Tears filled her beautiful dark eyes. "I have been running ever since. The madman knows I survived, he will not rest until I, too, have been burned."

Garth asked why the women were so cruelly killed.

"We are a matriarchy, everything is descended through the girl children, it is we women that have the strongest powers. Once I am dead, Ravenstone will be no more."

"Last night," Jarveena began, "you spoke of a vow of sorts. What did that mean?"

"I have sworn to remain a virgin until Ravenstone is avenged, or unto my death - and I swear I will not permit myself to be burned at the stake." 

Garth smiled wistfully. "And I was hoping to bed you tonight," he said. 

Shara looked at him and let a coy smile grace her lips; "I can pleasure you Garth, without forsaking my vow, much as Jarveena and I pleasured each other last night."

Garth leaned back in his chair and grinned at this news. "I'm going to seek out Pike at the assassins guild. He may know, or be able to find out, more about this Orlando. I will not permit harm to come to anyone living under my roof." His eyes flashed as he said it - both women knew he meant every word.

Garth left the inn shortly after breaking fast; the two women were left to prepare for opening the inn for the new day.

As an assassin, Pike had very few friends (outside of the Brotherhood) in Kal-sorak - as a matter of fact of the two he had, one, Preston, was dead, only Garth remained. It was Garth standing in the doorway, empty hands at his sides, palms forward. He signified that he was not holding a weapon, and had come in peace.

When Garth had told Pike what he knew, and what more information he needed, the assassin placed pipes and a bowl of leaf on the table between them.

"I know of this mad paladin," Pike said, filling a pipe. "He travels this way even now, but he travels with another man."

Garth knew better than to ask how Pike knew this, he remained quiet and filled the other pipe from the proffered leaf. "Can you find out more about them?" he asked, lighting the pipe.

Pike took a deep puff and exhaled slowly. "Yes, I think I can. Will you be at the inn this evening?"

Garth nodded. "Until closing time."

"We need to stop for prayers," Orlando said. "It's almost midday."

Bane rolled his eyes in exasperation, but said nothing.

The men reined their horses into a stand of trees and dismounted. As was his practice, Orlando doffed his helm and knelt to pray.

Bane merely sat beneath a tree and bowed his head. "We should take some food and water now, Sir Orlando." Bane offered him a water skin.

"I intend to fast until my work is finished. Nonac would want my body thus purified."

"Well if it's all the same to you, I need to keep my strength up." Bane responded with more than a hint of mockery in his voice. He ate the dried meat and fruit with gusto, then washed it down with more water (which he wished was wine) before standing to remount his horse. "Why did I ally myself with this fool?" Bane asked himself as they rode. "I suspect only trouble will come of dealing with that witch, especially if she knows he's coming."

By the time Garth returned to the inn, the cook had arrived and the place was ready to open.

Garth gathered Jarveena and Shara to him and told them what he had found out, "He is on his way, and he travels with another. Pike does not know this other one, but he will try to find out by closing bell tonight." Shara was frightened, more for Garth and Jarveena than for herself. 

"Perhaps I should make my escape now," she suggested.

"You'll do no such thing," Jarveena announced, and was seconded by Garth. 

"We can handle any mad paladin that comes through that door." Garth said with a distinct voice of confidence. He laid the sheathed Soulcatcher on the bar.




Sellsword Ch. 03



I had one reliable ally in the Northern lands south of Kirkston, whom I could turn to if I ever needed aid or help. Lord Willem Icefold, of House Icefold. One of the noble royal houses in the North, and friends to the Northern clans who swore loyalty to House Icefold. 

I had met Lord Icefold many times in my life, fighting for him when called upon both for honor and gold eventually. He did not judge me when I decided to turn my back on my former life, my heritage of being a Clansman. I did still swear some form of loyalty to House Icefold and Willem, but he always made sure in recent battles and feuds I was paid for my services in gold.

I needed powerful allies to support me, as I knew House Torod now led by Taraa Torod was powerful in Kirkston with some links to the Capital, and powerful friends who she would turn to in order to find me and Serass. 

House Icefold was old, ancient, and respected in the North even by the Southerners. They were also feared, having a family motto of 'family first, and blood shall flow when family is attacked.'

This went full-fold for the Clans even that I belonged to, if we were attacked by other Clans or even had some disagreement with a noble house down south, Lord Icefold always sided with us, and we were always in the right when this happened.

Lord Icefold was almost seventy now, no longer the young man that me and my family, and Clan followed into battle and fought for. He was a renowned horse rider, and swordsman in his youth winning many battles and skirmishes in defending the North from Orkley invaders, or invaders intent on taking the Capital even.

But even Lord Icefold was not innocent, he had fathered many bastard children having lost three wives in child birth, and in between these marriages he did what any man would do, and sowed his seeds.

This meant his legitimate heirs and children, constantly contended with his bastard children, who he was intent on bringing up in some way as a father, through tutoring them to join the Royal army, or make a living on his lands.

One of his legitimate sons was Rob, we grew up together, his father even sent him as a child to spend three years with our Clan to keep relations strong, and show him the life of those under a Lord's banner and how they live.

We became friends, and even fought alongside each other in battle. We were blood brothers, as the term is called. We spilt blood together, and we had shed blood together.

But there was a bitter rivalry between Rob Icefold, and Lord Donald Brackon's son Michael. So bitter even that blood had been spilt, as both House Icefold and House Brackon were bitter rivals in the North, and throughout history.

They had been at war for centuries, as both contended to serve as Wardens of the North for the Capital down South, and House Icefold had been Wardens for nigh-on three hundred years.

The South had awarded the title and position to House Icefold, after House Brackon had not aided the Southern Houses and the King during a bitter civil-war that cost many lives, and ravaged the country for many years afterwards.

House Brackon were bitter, angry and some even claimed they were using subterfuge and espionage to attack House Icefold, but it was never proven. Some claimed House Brackon soldiers disguised themselves as Orkley raiders, and ravaged Icefold lands, before disappearing and claiming to have been en route to aid their liege Lord.

We were on our way to Castle Oakwood, home to House Icefold. Serass was quiet since we left Kirkston after I had murdered Karis Torod, I don't think she actually thought that I would go ahead with what I promised her. But when I make promises to my God and Goddess, I follow through with them.

I only hoped Lord Icefold could aid us, and was still a healthy man. 

We arrived at the gates of Castle Oakwood, met by a trio of armed Icefold men-at-arms, wielding swords and spears wearing surcoats and chain-mail with the sigil of House Icefold stitched onto the coats. It was an Oak tree, with snow-capped mountains behind it resembling the North, and the House's roots in controlling the Oak forests that was sold, shipped and traded making the North and House Icefold very wealthy.

House Icefold made some of the best structures of wood, weapons and boats in the whole Kingdom.

The three guards stepped towards us both, and Serass spoke in a hushed whisper to me.

"I thought you said Lord Icefold was an ally, an old friend of yours?"

I nodded.

"He is, but House Icefold is in constant conflict with House Brackon. It makes sense for him to be on his guard, with his lands and people."

Serass nodded slowly.

One of the guards, a man wearing a smooth rounded helmet, and chain-mail hood put out his gauntlet hand to stop me, and held his sword at his side.

"Halt, what's your business here sir?"

He asked me.

"We're here to see Lord Icefold."

The guard glanced at Serass, and looked at me.

"Rob Icefold is very busy sir, perhaps you can come back in the morning."

I gave the guard a quizzical stare.

"I'm here to see Lord Willem Icefold."

The leader of the guard looked at his fellow guards, stroking his thick beard.

"Lord Willem Icefold passed last season, he fell ill and died of a fever last spring. Be that he is at the God and Goddess side now."

The guard said bowing in respect.

I nodded and bowed.

"May they watch over our brother in the snow, and ice for eternity."

The guard looked up at me.

"So are you noble-born, or one of his bastard sons come to see him finally?"

He asked me.

"Neither, I am a Clansman. I fought for Lord Willem in battle, and alongside his son Robert."

The soldiers looked at one another.

"I am Koran Candon, Clansman and loyal follower to House Icefold. I grew up with Robert, and wish to see him and I think he would like to see me if you notify him that I am here."

The guard looked at me, seeing the resemblance to a Northman of the Clans, and looked at his fellow guards.

"We do not usually allow entry when instructed by Lord Icefold, both Willem and Robert."

I sighed hard, my hand on the pommel of my sword.

"If he knows that I was here, then Lord Icefold would not take kindly to knowing you did not allow me entry. I need to speak to him, and now so let me in or Rylar and Forak themselves won't be able to save you from the chopping board when Robert finds out about all this."

The guard quaked, and sighed himself.

"Open the gates, let in our guests and notify Lord Icefold that a friend of his Koran Candon is here to see him."

The guard ordered, before turning on me and stepping aside.

We stepped inside past him, and he didn't seem happy. Inside through the gates, we were walking past cottages, and hovels towards the Palace.

I had been to Oakwood many times, and some things had changed but most of its layout had stayed the same.

House Icefold banners flew about the Palace towers, and in front of its gates in the winds.

"Lord Willem Icefold is dead?"

Serass asked me as we walked together.

I sighed, but nodded.

"Seems so, but Willem was old. I just never knew how susceptible to illness he had become. He was always strong, wise. It's a shame, but he'll be at our Goddess and God's side in their paradise."

"Do you far Northmen really take the Goddess and God's message so seriously? I just mean that down south, we still follow them but most do not truly follow them as you do in the Clans or even here."

I had to admit, I knew those in the South of the North did not follow Rylar and Forak as much as us in the far North did.

"We never take their names in vain, especially when we swear to a promise by their guidance. It's why I killed Karris, I had to do it because we all fear if we fail to follow a promise to them, we will be lost in the stone and snow until the end of time for our failure. We follow them until our death, hoping to be sitting at their sides when it's our time to pass into their realm. We all hope we sit at their sides, when our time comes."

Serass nodded, and said nothing as we passed the marketplace that was busy with commerce, as we approached the large stone hold-fast building where House Icefold, and its members resided in.

As we approached the main gate, two soldiers posted there looked us both over. 

"You're here for an audience with Lord Icefold, we were notified ahead of time."

The guard told me, holding his spear.

"Yes, I am Koran Candon."

The guard nodded, and told his fellow guard to step aside and opened the big Oak gate for us.

The other guard was wielding his short-sword, and me and Serass stepped inside the cold hallway and followed it up through another Oak door. At the back of a large room, which was not cold but decorated with a big wood fire in the room, warming it as were many candles that gave additional light.

And at the back of the room, behind a large Oak table on a raised chair like a throne, made of Oak sat Robert Icefold.

He had grown up since our days of fighting, and living together in the wild. 

He was still young looking, that was apparent on his face behind a thick, healthy ginger bearded and matching long hair.

He was wearing a tunic, and the Icefold coat as he drank from a goblet.

But the moment he saw me standing there looking disheveled, like a sell-sword did he rose from his chair smiling like a bear at us.

"Koran Candon, by Rylar and Forak I thought you were dead my brother!"

He shouted down at us, his voice carried echoing around the large room.

As he stood I saw he was still stout, and built but now had a large belly as he went around the able knocking over the goblet he had been drinking from. I also noticed a young woman sat next to him, a blonde with blue eyes wearing a long blue dress.

"Get over here! I didn't think my guards would stop you from coming in to see me."

I walked over with a smile on my face as Serass followed slowly behind me, and as I met him we hugged like old brothers, seeing one another after a long absence.

His big hands clapping me on my back.

"I'm sorry to hear about your father, Robert. He was a good man." 

Robert smiled, clapping me again.

"Ah yes, the fever took him badly. I didn't believe it until he passed in his bed in the middle of the night."

Robert said letting me go, and offering me a chair next at his table. I noticed an older man sat to Robert's right, across from the lady and assumed he was an adviser to the Icefold family. I then recognized him as Sir Reynolt Tollar, an old knight who had been in Lord Icefold's employ for so long in his life, with a long white beard. He had even trained me as a child with swords, when he was in better health and age.

Serass sat next to me.

Robert took his seat once more, picking up the goblet of wine and refilling it from a flagon of wine.

He ordered a nearby servant to bring us wine, and food.

"By the Gods, they did hear my prayers that you still lived my friend."

Robert said smiling, as he drank from his goblet.

"I've survived a few battles since we parted ways, Robert."

"I had heard of the siege of Castle Clairemont, and Fort Toras. Bloody battles, now I have to contend with Lord Rostak now controlling more lands, and becoming an even bigger threat to the North."

I nodded as the servant brought me a flagon of wine and two goblets.

"Has he made threats to House Icefold, and your lands?"

I asked filling mine and Serass's goblet with wine.

"Not publicly, but he has aspirations to take the title for themselves to become the new Wardens of The North. The South has been paying us more attention now, in case Lord Rostak tries to dismantle us, and take over the North."

"Are you ready for battle?"

Robert laughed.

"Well I am if you're back at my side, leading our forces we'll destroy Rostak's forces."

I laughed, but the thought of more war and battle didn't really appeal to me. But my loyalty was to House Icefold, and my friend Robert.

"I'll fight if I must Robert, but I have a problem with Kirkston."

Robert nodded leaning over the table towards me.

"Kirkston, run by the Council."

I nodded.

"I fell afoul of a Sir Karis Torod, of the Torod family. Long standing members of the Kirkston council, and very powerful and influential."

Robert nodded in agreement.

"With many allies down South, they have a considerable fortune saved up in their name. So how did you fall foul of them?"

I considered my response, how could I truly tell him I had murdered Karis Torod in the name of Northern justice, to the Goddess and God?

"I killed Karis."

Even Sir Reynolt Tollar, a dear friend couldn't help but look at me with wide eyes at such a clear confession of murder, against the King's own peace.

Robert was next, almost spitting the wine from his mouth in surprise.

"Karis Torod is dead? At your own hand Koran?"

I nodded, with my hands on the table to show I was not planning to flee if indeed Robert chose to hand me over to the King's forces for punishment.

"By Rylar and Forak, what was going through your noggin when you did that?"

Robert asked me angrily.

"He was abusing young girls, against their will. But only one person came to me with this news, once I had confronted him in his chambers in Kirkston he confessed to abusing them, and selling them to slave traders. In places such as Orkley and the far Eastern slave cities."

Robert's mouth was agape in surprise, and now the young lady at his side took notice of Serass.

"And this is the girl, he was abusing Koran?"

She asked in a demure, Southern accent.

I nodded softly.

"I made an Oath to kill Karis for her, in the name of Rylar and Forak themselves, above the law of the King and his peace itself."

Robert stood from his table in an angry motion.

"By the God and Goddess, do you know what you have done Koran!"

He demanded of me, staring at me like a true Lord would at an unruly solder.

"I do not wish to bring any harm onto your House, ma'lord."

Robert glared at me.

"But that's what you have actually done, Koran. The Southern Houses have much invested with the Torod family, and the Kirkston council. If they believe that I was hiding you from the King's justice, this could give Lord Brackon all he needs to convince the South that a new Warden of the North is needed."

I nodded in silence, before speaking up.

"I will leave ma'lord, I do not want to bring shame and harm to this great House."

I said standing, and preparing to leave the hall.

"A House you swore to serve, fight and bring honor to. And you have done that for almost all of your life, my father respected you and stood up for your Clans when the South wished to disperse you from your homes. He stood by your side, when the other noble Northern Houses wished to bring you to heel for no other reason than that they could do that. Your Clan took me in when my father patronaged me to your father's service, for three years and for those years you were at my side showing me the cruel, harsh reality of the far North. You saved my life on more occasions than I can name here."

I had my back to him, as I was ready to leave the hall.

"Do you truly believe I would throw you to those wolves down South? You are more of a brother to me than my bastard brothers and sisters, and even my blood family Koran."

"Damn the God and Goddess, what are my options here Sir Tollar?"

Robert asked the old, wizened former Knight now an adviser to House Icefold.

I noticed my former Sword master, was still wearing chain-mail and steel gauntlets as he looked at Lord Icefold.

"Not many ma'lord, the South would expect us to hand over Koran for punishment in the name of King Terrin's name. They'll want him for the chopping board in the capital, ma'lord."

"Can he hide here?"

The young lady asked, and I knew her to be speaking in the presence of Lord Icefold with impunity meant she was his wife, and it was then I noticed the wedding band on her hand, and one on Robert's hand.

"We could have the guards, believe he has left Oakwood, and he could pass himself off under another name, as a sells-sword in your service. You are Lord Icefold, Warden of the North. Your soldiers will do as you tell them, ma'lord."

Tollar told Robert.

"But that will put you at risk of open war with the South, and we do not know if we truly have the support of your allies here, if they will side with you or with the King."

Tollar said adding that last note.

"Open war, we would not even have Lord Brackon's support against King Terrin. He has eyes for the title himself, to become the new Warden of the North."

Robert said, growling in agitation.

"Ma'lord, I will leave. I will not risk open war on House Icefold."

I said turning to leave, and stepped away a yard before he called back.

"I am Lord Icefold, and inter means I decide these matters. You are my brother, my blood brother. We can hide you here for the foreseeable future, I am Warden of the North and that is my decree."

I turned to face Robert, and yet his face was not full of rage or anger but fear. True fear of open war, at war with his own heart to save me from the chopping board in the Capital.

"The girl may stay as well, Sir Reynolt tell the guards that Koran Candon has left and create a new name for him, and let the servants know his new name around the Castle. I will hear no more arguments to this. Call the servants, and have food served."

Robert said turning away, I swear to the God and Goddess I saw him wipe away a tear from his eyes before sitting at the table once more.

Immediately half a dozen servants entered the room and began to place on the table a number of different dishes, including a roast Pig cracked and smelling lusciously delicious from spices and roasting.

More wine was served, and I saw Serass eating a bowl of hot broth soup, and eating a few slices of cracked pork with vegetables.

A few hours passed, I spoke to who I knew now to be Robert's wife Catelyn Seamore. She was of a lowly House to the South, near the Capital and we spoke at length as Robert drank and ate, some laughs were even shared between the two of them as we spoke together.

I knew Catelyn and Robert loved one another, even in my travels before coming to Oakwood I had heard nothing of Robert cheating on Catelyn, not even a mention of his wife. So I assumed their marriage was a happy one.

Eventually Lady Catelyn offered to take Serass on a tour of the Castle, and grounds as she sensed Robert and I wished to speak alone, with Sir Tollar.

With the big Oak doors closing behind the two, there was a deadly silence in the hall as Robert cradled his goblet of wine staring at the table.

"You do not have to do this Robert."

I said speaking to a friend, a man I fought for and bled for once.

"I must, because my father would have done the same. I must do the same, I will not shame him in turning over one of his dearest followers, nor the best friend I ever had in my life to those blood-thirsty wolves down South in that snake pit they call a Capital."

Robert said looking up from the table at me.

I nodded, and looked over at my best friend.

"You're risking open war Robert, with the South."

He nodded to my statement.

"If I die, I'll be at my father's side not shaming him and hopefully at the God and Goddesses side."

I drank from my goblet, as Sir Tollar spoke up.

"We can avoid open war, Torrod's supporters will believe you passed through Oakwood and we can simply tell them you traveled North from here, without mentioning where you were headed. We will know well in advance if a Southern party comes North to Oakwood, and can hide you in good time Koran."

I said nothing, when Robert spoke up.

"Sir Reynolt, could you please leave us to speak alone. I will call upon you once I need you, old friend."




Sellsword Ch. 03



Sir Reynold nodded, and bowed before leaving the hall.

Robert looked at me.

"Drink with me."

"Ma'lord, I am honored but—"

Before I could finished Robert had a flagon of wine in hand, and gestured it to me.

"Drink with me, your Lord commands it."

I nodded, and moved to Sir Reynolt's evacuated chair as Robert poured me a goblet of wine.

"I risk open war with the South, and I do not even have the true, and full support of one of my own Lords. Lord Brackon may use this situation, to stir things up down in the Capital and capitalize on the prospect of him taking control of Oakwood and becoming the new Warden here in the North."

Robert took a big mouthful of his wine and sighed.

"You can still say no, and I will leave for the far North. You'll not risk anything, if I do that."

I offered to Robert, one last time.

"Don't be stupid, my father would be turning in his grave if I chose to turn you away, and not offer you my protection. I could not sit at the God and Goddesses side, knowing I turned over my one and true best friend to be hung or beheaded for doing something right, in the name of real justice."

I nodded.

"So Lord Brackon, can't we put him in his place perhaps?"

I asked.

"What can I do? I sanctioned his attack on Lord Bricon's forces for the slight he made against Lord Brackon, killing several of his troops in a skirmish. As Warden of the North, I authorized his vengeance on House Bricon. Castle Clairemont is his by proxy, as he took it in conquest and so too is Fort Toras. That now gives House Brackon two easily defensible locations, to attack my forces from and threaten the North's stability as a whole. That's not counting Castle Southwood, which is his House's ancestral seat of power. Now that is three bases, to send his forces from and he only has between two and three thousand troops less than me. You know war Koran, sometimes the side with the smaller army can sometimes win the battlefield from the larger force. I can't commit to battle against him, with those odds weighing on me. It all depends on where I fight him, how I fight him, and the loyalty of my Lords here."

Robert's passionate argument over with, he drank again.

"Do you question the loyalty of your own lower, loyal Houses here in your own region?"

I asked him, turning the goblet in my hands.

Robert sighed, placing his goblet down on the table.

"I do not know Koran, I hear whispers of alliances being made between some and House Brackon. I have also heard of promises by Lord Brackon of more lands to those who side with him, against me. All whispers of course, and impossible to prove as truth. And should I win in battle against House Brackon, what then? Do I put their hold-fasts, and Castle Southwood to the flame, what punishment is suitable for such treachery? My father only ever took the lives of those who swore outright to avenge their slights against our House, but when you do not know if those children will grow up to take up a sword against you can you truly sentence them to death on an assumption? The Southern Houses, and the King would watch on to see if I am weak in punishing those culpable of treason. They would call me weak, if I did not kill the children of Lord Brackon as penance for their father's treason." 

"You could take his children as Wards, as a warning to those left of House Brackon. The young would grow up here in Oakwood, watched over of course, but not killed."

Robert paused at that, and looked at me intensively.

"Wards? That could work, my father took Sir Kirrin's son John as his Ward nearly thirty years ago, and he never took up the sword to avenge his father against him. He did grow up here, even as a child I was there when he left Oakwood to reclaim his father's House, and father allowed him to do so as he was no longer a Ward to us anymore."

"Since then House Derrinhall has been a loyal vassal to House Icefold, he's sired children, and he's never attempted to attack House Icefold since."

I added, from my own knowledge of the matter.

"House Brackon isn't like Derrinhall, they do hold grudges against those who have slighted them, even us. They've never forgotten that they were passed over for the title of Warden, since the Terrarian Civil-War. That was a long time ago, and yet they still yearn for our title."

"A different time, a different King. They did not aid the Crown, so King Merrar overlooked them for the position given to your House, Robert."

Robert knew his history, he was a warrior, but he did read and knew Terraria's history well.

"Lord Brackon has several children, all over the age of eighteen seasons. Who would I even consider taking as Wards, once the conflict is over?"

Robert questioned.

"Take the women, and his eldest son. Heir to Southwood, show Brackon you can be merciful, before you must take his head for treason."

Robert sighed once more, his big chest heaving as he breathed.

"How do I declare war on his House, when I do not have proof of his treason or plots?"

"Invite him to a seasonal pledge of allegiance, your loyal Houses will see it as a precaution to be taken since Brackon has conquered quite a lot of the North. They'll see it as you just being cautious, if he insults your invitation it's your right to question his loyalty as his Liege Lord, Robert."

Seasonal pledges of allegiance usually happened after a conflict, when a Liege Lord feared another House beneath them had aspirations to conquer their Liege Lord's House. It is what spurred the Terrarian Civil-War to even happen, when King Merrar feared the power of The Warden of The South, House Lorondsey after conquering their resistant Houses in the South. 

When Lord Lorondsey refused to attend the seasonal pledge of allegiance to the Crown, a festival of an event King Merrar rallied his forces, but of course some within the Royal Family wished to take the Throne from Merrar and install his sister Jacqueline on the throne, Civil-War broke out within the monarchy. House Lorondsey had pledged their allegiance to Princess Jacqueline and was the reason for refusing to bend the knee to the King.

During the Terrarian Civil-War many lives were lost, King Merrar called his banners from the North but House Brackon did not take up arms in time, as House Icefold did and because of this the King gave the lands of the North, and title of Warden to Icefold over Brackon.

House Lorondsey was destroyed, their ancestral home was burnt to the ground, and the King executed Lord Lorondsey's children, effectively destroying the House and putting an end to their line.

King Merrar was merciful on his sister Jacqueline, claiming outside forces coerced her into such a position, she was not to blame. He let her live, and still be a Princess of the crown, and never took any of her daughters as Wards since he was their uncle. 

I hoped inviting Lord Brackon to a seasonal pledge of allegiance would warn him to bend the knee to his Liege Lord, and stop his aspirations to take Oakwood and install themselves as Wardens to the North, avoiding bloodshed and war altogether.

"I will send a courier with the invitation, if he refuses it and does not attend it does give me reason to question his loyalty. Hopefully this war will end before it even starts."

Robert said, agreeing with my proposal.

We drank for another hour, and spoke and discussed old memories of battle alongside each other before I retired to my chambers to sleep off the wine I had drank.

Two Weeks Later, Castle Oakwood

Two weeks had passed since Robert had sent his invitation to Lord Brackon to attend Oakwood for his pledge of allegiance, and sadly no response was given. All of the noble Houses of both the North and the South were paying attention, and they all agreed House Brackon had insulted their Liege Lord in not attending the pledge.

A Council of war was called by Robert, for his Lords to attend to discuss war on House Brackon, if it's Lord did not bend the knee when they marched on Castle Southwood.

But Robert was fast, upon Sir Reynolt and my own instructions he called upon the King to decide on such a matter, and King Terrin sided with us in this conflict.

As expected Robert's loyal Lords showed up, more than he had expected even those he had suspected of siding with House Brackon.

Lord Brackon only had two Houses siding with him, who had not attended the war Council as they were expected to.

They were declared traitors to the Crown, and to The Warden of The North. Robert would decide on what to do with them himself.

I was even invited to the Council under the guise of a Willem Goront, a sell-sword who was a native to the North of Terraria but had been far East fighting with mercenaries, and Robert was seeking my advice on matters.

We all sat together, as Sir Reynolt was sat next to Robert and me at his other side as all of us were dressed in battle-wear, including chain-mail and armor as we listened to Robert.

"House Brackon, and its Lord are now traitors to the crown, for the crime of treason Lord Brackon will be beheaded. However his children, as will the children of the two Houses that sided with him, shall be taken as Wards. The Wards of House Brackon will be brought here to Oakwood, and will serve as my Wards. The rest will be divided among you all, as Wards. But no harm will come to them, they are your responsibility. If you choose to harm them, you will be answering to me and my broadsword. Believe me, I carry out my punishments personally. I will swing the sword, on any of you who disobey my direct orders. If any of you do, you will be frozen in Ice and Snow, never to sit at our God and Goddesses sides. Is that understood, ma'lords?"

Robert asked the entire table, of over a dozen Lords in attendance.

Every Lord in attendance agreed in unison with their voices, and Robert nodded in approval.

"Good, now to battle plans and preparation. House Brackon has three staging bases for their forces. Castle Clairemont to the East, Fort Toras fifty leagues south of there, and to the West their ancestral home of Southwood. Fort Toras and Clairemont have only been recently taken, so they will have most of their forces stationed there since the war with House Bricon has come to a close. We must take Toras and Clairemont first, according to reports only a handful of guards hold Southwood. As said, if anyone surrenders they'll be taken captive except those in battle fighting for Lord Brackon who with their Lords, will be executed on the spot. Lord Terrester?"

Lord Terrester, a portly man with greying hair and beard looked up in his chainmail and armour to Robert. 

"Yes ma'lord."

"You will lead the force to take Clairemont, you will have the brunt of our forces since it is well defended. According to scouts Lord Brackon is not there, so try to take as many as you can captive unless you're in battle."

"Thank you for this honor, ma'lord."

Lord Terrester said smiling under his beard, having been given such an honor.

Robert nodded silently, and turned to the table once more.

"Lord Tolston?"

A younger man, in his early thirties looked up from a thick ginger beard to Robert.

"You will be leading our forces against Fort Toras. You have proven yourself at that skirmish in the hills against the Orkley raiders, I am sure you are more than capable of this task."

Lord Tolston, younger than most still nodded and thanked Robert for another such honor.

"Finally no word on Lord Brackon being at Fort Toras, which means he is residing at Castle Southwood. I will be leading the force there myself, not much resistance is expected and it is more than likely to be the easiest target of the three. If he is there judgement will passed onto him, and he will be executed there by my own hand. Communicate by courier, notifying me of your progress. Lord Tolston and Terrester will choose which of you Lords will be riding with them, anyone left will ride with me."

Robert dismissed the Lords assembled, and they all began to talk with one another leaving the table. Only I and Lord Reynolt stayed with Robert. As the guards closed the Oak door behind the Lords who had left, we were alone to speak.

"I did not expect Lord Brackon to refuse your invitation to Oakwood for his pledge."

I said simply.

Robert nodded, drinking from his goblet of wine.

"I didn't think he would be so foolish to do that, he knows if you refuse a pledge of allegiance to your Liege Lord, almost every House in the North sides with the Warden. Those two low Houses who are still siding with him, must have been sold on his promises."

"Of lands and titles, I assume ma'lord."

Sir Reynolt said.

"Yeah, those things can change allegiances very quickly. Self-promotion can be a tricky cunt to bypass." 

We all laughed at Robert's comment.

"We far outnumber House Brackon and his combined forces with those two Houses that sided with him. This war will be over in a matter of a week or more."

I said to comfort him.

"Well we at least have the support of the South, no Royal army marching for my head without letting them know of what is going on up here. King Terrin wants this matter settled before he comes to Oakwood at the end of this season for his yearly visit to the North."

"The King visits the North?"

I asked surprised.

"Every year, to avoid another Civil-War most likely. Every year he visits Oakwood, House Icefold. Wardens of the North, and we cater to him for a week or two. He goes hunting, and such and he enjoys the comforts of the North. But it's clearly to make sure everything is peaceful, no war or civil unrest in any of his kingdoms. The North is by far the largest of all of the kingdoms that make up Terraria. He's not stupid, play favorably to the largest of all of his kingdoms but also watch us for any problems he may want to deal with. Since the Civil-War, every Terrarian King has visited the North. Surprising since we were not the ones who turned on the throne, during the war. It was a Southern noble House that did, but we are the largest kingdom so we are watched the most of all."

So by the end of the summer season, the King wanted this conflict over and done with. With the forces Robert had amassed, House Brackon would take just a week or more to destroy, so the King needn't have worried. 

"What do you wish of me, ma'lord?"

I asked.

Robert turned to me smiling.

"You'll ride with me for Southwood, and together we'll take the castle like we did in the past together. Reynolt you will stay and assume your role as Castellan to Oakwood in my stead, until we return. Be ready to receive guests when we return, we'll be returning with Wards from House Brackon I hope."

Sir Reynold bowed.

"Of course ma'lord."

I turned to Robert who stood in his chain-mail and armor, with his sword at his belt ready for battle.

"Ma'lord, may I say goodbye to Serass. Before we leave?"

Robert smiled.

"You have an hour, be ready and horsed to leave by then Koran."

I nodded.

"Thank you, ma'lord."

Robert marched off to ready his own horse, and say goodbye to his wife Lady Catelyn.

I strode out of the hall for Serass's quarters, that Lady Catelyn personally put aside for her and gave her the position of her hand maiden. I thanked Lady Catelyn for giving the girl such an honor.

Outside her quarters, I knocked on the Oak door.

"Serass, may I come in?"

No answer, and so I pushed open the door.

Inside Serass was sitting on the bed, crying.

"What is wrong Serass?"

I asked her walking over to her.

She turned to me, looking as beautiful as the day I had first found her.

"You're going away to war."

So she knew what was happening.

"I am going with Robert yes, to take Castle Southwood from House Brackon."

"You will die!"

Serass screamed at me.

"Serass I've survived more conflicts and wars, than I care to count."

Serass didn't seem convinced.

"It only takes one stray arrow or bolt, and you could die Koran. You are my only family now, my family spurred me when they discovered I was damaged goods because of Karis. You're the only person who ever took me as I was, and never attempted to take advantage of me when you found me. I cannot lose you Koran."

She stood and wrapped her arms around me pulling us both close into a warm embrace.

"Serass, I am coming back to you I swear it."

Serass was crying, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears.

I noticed now she was wearing a beautiful Northern blue dress, given to her by Lady Catelyn and her red flaming hair was braided flowing down her back as she held me. She was beautiful, and intoxicating as her scent entered my nose from her hair. She smelt of roses, washed in a bath of them I assumed.

"Serass-."

"Don't go Koran, please."

At that she looked up at me, and kissed me on my lips in a long passionate kiss.

"Stay, with me where it's warm, and moist for us both."

She slid her hand around the chain-mail I wore, and beneath it grabbed my bulge through my breaches.

"Stay."

Was all she said as she nuzzled my neck with her cheeks, and began to undo my breaches. Slowly her warm hands pulled down my breaches until my manhood was sticking out like a spear between us both and began to stroke it.

"Take off your dress, Serass."

Serass stroked my cock, as she slid the shoulder straps of dress off letting it fall to the stone floor, exposing her young supple breasts.

"Fuck me Koran, please."

Serass was only wearing the light blue cotton stockings, and her womanhood was exposed.

"Take it into your mouth Serass."

Slowly she slid down my chest onto her knees, and took my manhood and placed its bulbous head to her lips, and slid it into her mouth and began to suck on it.

The only noises in the hollow room was her slurping, and sucking on my manhood as I stood over her.

I began to take hold of her red hair, and use it to pull her up and down my cock as she sucked on it.

Serass choked, and gagged on my cock but I did not want to hurt her - I wanted to possess her for myself.

Soon enough I lifted her beautiful body into my arms, and laid her on the wolf skin bed she had, and she spread her legs invitingly as I kicked off my breaches.

I got onto the bed with her, between her legs and pressed my manhood to her womanhood and slid inside her.

Serass emitted a moan, and sigh of pleasure as I filled her.

For the next ten minutes we fucked, made love whatever word you want to use we did it.

I played, and sucked on her breasts as I slid in and out of her.

Time passed us, but all that mattered was her and me on this bed together.

Eventually I groaned, and exploded inside her spilling my seed into her and slowly retreated onto my knees on the bed.

My seed oozed out of her womanhood soaking the wolf skins she lay upon.

"Koran, don't go please."

She gasped, begging me.

"Serass, I will be back within a week I swear to you."

I pulled her to sit on the bed, and we held one another.

"I don't believe you. You will leave me here, and leave for the North where you'll marry another Clan woman, and be happy. I'll be here, forever a handmaiden to a Lady."

I kissed her again.

"Never, you're the one I intend to marry Serass."

I said simply, smiling as she looked up at me and smiled herself.

"You really mean that Koran?"

She asked excitedly.

"Of course I do, when I return I will take you to the old ancient holy stone outside Oakwood, I will make my oath to you and marry you there. Wait for me Serass, I will return within a week, and make you mine, and me yours in front of the God and Goddess."

Serass smiled, wrapping her arms around me and planted kisses all over my face and neck as we both laughed.

I knew I only had some time left with her, until I needed to meet Robert in the courtyard to ride for Southwood.




Sellsword Ch. 03



We spent the rest of the time cuddling, kissing on her bed until I had to leave her, and with a kiss on her lips I left for the courtyard fully dressed in my armor, with my sword and dagger on my belt.

As I reached the courtyard, Robert was saying his goodbyes to Lady Catelyn. Fresh snow was falling now draping the entire castle in a snowy blanket.

Lady Catelyn and Robert spoke some words, and I saw her crying as he kissed her promising to return to her. 

As we both took to our horses, saddling up together I saw Serass stand at Lady Catelyn's side with her hands entwined at her waist watching me now fully dressed.

I smiled, and saw her smile back at me warmly.

With us both saddled on our horses, we said our farewells and rode out with our forces into the snow, and towards Southwood.

Two Days Later, Outside of Castle Southwood, Ancestral Home of House Brackon

We reached the outskirts of Castle Southwood within two days of hard riding through the snow, and as we reached it some of our loyal forces were already encamped around the Castle besieging it.

There were a half a dozen siege weapons, already propelling their deadly payloads at the castle's defenses, and its walls.

As Robert rode into the siege camp, everyone bowed to their Liege Lord, and Warden of the North in respect.

We both dismounted our horses, seeing the damage the besieged castle was taking. Most of its walls were crumbling away, and two of its four sentry towers were destroyed.

"How long until the gates give way, and we can implement entry into the keep?"

Robert asked a sergeant-at-arms who was commanding the camp, a Knight of some name.

"Not long, ma'lord. A few more hours, and the gates will become parchment for us to cut through."

Robert nodded.

We set up camp within the siege camp, extending its size and numbers considerably. 

As night came, fires were burning away, and cook fires as the soldiers ate and drank out the siege. Castle Southwood only had so many supplies, and provisions stockpiled they could live off, at most a month or two they could withstand starvation.

As we ate suckling Pig, and Boar the Castle was living on the provisions they had inside which did not compare to what we had.

By morning, the gates of the castle were destroyed beyond repair, and we all mounted our horses to attack.

"Are you ready to get Lord Brackon, Koran?"

Robert asked me unsheathing his sword, as he sat atop his horse.

I nodded, unsheathing my own sword on my own steed.

"Good man, let's go!"

He roared like a bear to us all, including his forces that had abandoned their siege weapons for the ground assault.

We charged, with as many mounted horsemen as us ahead of us. Men-at-Arms, spear-men and arches ran behind us in formation.

We rode together, me and Robert through what remained of the Oak gates.

There were a few guards of House Brackon attempting to hold the gates, but as I rode at Robert's right flank I slashed my sword out, killing two guards as they attempted to use spears against me.

We rode together, and I saw Robert cut down three soldiers and one Knight who attempted to take him on mounted on his own horse, but Robert cut the Knight's head almost clean off in the melee and the body fell from its horse.

Soon inside the courtyard, directly outside of the castle's keep we faced two dozen soldiers and a few knights who attempted to block our entry.

But our archers cut them down from behind us, with crossbows and long bows. We rode into the yard, and cut down whoever was left to stop us.

With all resistance gone, we dismounted our horses as walls and towers around us burned and crumbled into disarray.

"Inside, no harm is to come to the Brackon women and children. They are to be taken as Wards for House Icefold. Any soldiers who stand in your way, cut them down."

Lord Robert ordered to his men, including myself.

We used a battering ram on the last gate of the keep, breaking it down into splinters of wood. I eventually caved in, and we ran inside. Inside the great hall, women and children of House Brackon were at the back as a dozen soldiers stood between us and them.

Lord Brackon himself like a coward, was hiding behind his wife and children in full armor.

We were all on foot, wielding swords, maces, and spears. Soon the melee broke out between us and the guards, but we cut them down. I killed a Knight in full-plate armor who strode towards me, and after parrying some of his strikes I cut my sword deep into his thigh and with another swipe opened his throat.

Another stupid young Knight, barely in his new armor for long blocked my path. He was no match, I cut him down severing his head from his body. His helmet still on clanged to the floor, in a pool of blood.

"Move in! Do not hurt the women or children."

I shouted out to be heard, and Robert repeated it for me in good measure in his Lordly voice.

The last several guards stood in our way, defiant to their last breath.

But they were made short work of by myself, Robert and two swordsmen.

There was panic crying from the women and children, as Lord Brackon hid behind them and his Oak throne.

"Grab the little whelp, we'll execute him in the courtyard." 

Robert ordered, and I strode forwards past the dais and behind the throne to grab Lord Brackon by his neck and drag him out of the great hall, as he screamed and begged for his life.

"Guards, stay with the women and children. No one is to be harmed, understood?"

The several guardsmen he had left to protect the women and children nodded their consent, and he strode out behind me into the falling snow once more.

In the courtyard surrounded by loyal Lords and vassals, and their men Lord Brackon was begging for mercy as I dragged him by his neck into the snow. He even kicked me in my leg, so I gave him a kick back for his defiance. 

He should have had some courage, to face Robert's sword like a man.

I threw him to the floor.

"On your knees, Lord Brackon." 

I ordered him, and slowly he did as he was told begging and praying to the God and Goddess for intervention, and mercy.

He was a portly man, not a warrior with a large stomach and graying beard and hair.

Robert walked past me clutching his great broadsword in hand, no longer the long sword he used in battle.

"Lord Rostak Brackon, you are hereby found guilty of treason to the throne and to your Liege Lord, and Warden of the North. House Icefold has always carried out punishments personally, like my father and his father before him I will wield the sword that takes your treasonous head. Your children, and wife will be spared as will your family. They'll be taken in as Wards to my House, and when the time comes they will be allowed to return here to Southwood to rebuild your House and by the God and Goddess's will, they will bring respect and honor to this House once again."

Robert strode around Brackon as he pissed himself in the snow, blubbering like a child for leniency. Robert wielded his sword with gloved hands, and looked down at Rostak.

"Do you have anything to say in your defense, Lord Brackon?"

He was still pissing himself, blubbering to the God and Goddess. But even the God and Goddess punish disloyalty, and treason to a good Lord who never once raised his sword, and nor did his father for any small slight or matter as Rostak did with House Bricon.

"I beg for your mercy, Warden! I beg it! Let me live, so I can bring that same honor and courage back to my House. I will serve your will better than before, I will be your loyal vassal once more."

But Robert had already made promises to take Rostak's head for his treason.

"I am sorry my friend, but you had a chance to do that when you were invited to take your pledge of allegiance. You put your wife, family and your children in danger and even hid behind them, trying to save your own life over theirs. The God and Goddess watch over you, for you will be punished for these sins in the snow and ice."

Robert turned and brought his broadsword up over his head, and with both hands on its handle he brought it down on Rostak's head severing it from his body in one swipe.

There was a splutter of blood from the stump of his neck, and his body slumped sideways into the snow still.

"May they have mercy on you, for I shall not."

Robert sheathed his broadsword onto his horse, and turned to me.

"It's over, courier arrived this morning with news that Clairemont and Toras fell within a matter of hours."

I nod.

"That's some good news."

Robert nodded.

At that moment the guards who we had stationed to watch over the women and children of House Brackon stood at their sides, as they watched their father, grandfather's body slump in the snow.

"Take the women and children, and Lord Brackon's family inside to collect their things and prepare them for travel to Oakwood."

Robert shouted at the men, who nodded hearing them inside the hall once more when I noticed a young blonde girl, Brackon's eldest daughter Christine watch me and Robert, alongside her mother Lady Juliet who had matching hair of her daughter and piercing blue eyes.

I hoped they had no thoughts of taking up a sword to House Icefold, because even Robert could not take such an act of defiance without taking their heads.

All of Lord Brackon's children were over the age of eighteen, as was his son Michael and they were all ordered to collect their things for travelling to Oakwood. Castle Southwood was handed over to a Lord vassal of Robert's for safekeeping until the time came for Robert to hand it back over to the Brackon heirs.

Within an hour, the new Wards including Lady Juliet and her daughters and son were saddled on horses, and we rode for Oakwood at haste.

They said nothing, the youngest of them were being comforted by their mother after seeing their father's execution.

As we rode into Oakwood, Lady Catelyn with her hand maidens next to her including Serass greeted us all. 

But I couldn't break away to see Serass, first we had to speak to the Brackon children and their mother about their new roles as Wards in Oakwood in the great hall.

They were all ushered into the great hall, as the wood fire was prepared and candles decorated the hall. There were a few guards standing by in case the children, or Lady Juliet attempted to escape.

Robert sat in his chair raised on the dais as Warden of the North was expected to be seated, with his wife at his side and Serass at her side. Sir Reynolt and I were stood at his left side staring down at the small group of a dozen women, and one young body. Lord Brackon's heir to his House, and Castle Southwood.

"Lady Juliet, and Lord Michael of House Brackon. Due to your father's treason, and turning on his Liege Lord, and me he was executed for this defiance. I gave him two chances to stand down, I offered him an invitation to Oakwood here to bend the knee, to prove he was not harboring treasonous plots against me, he refused. He then held on, and did not surrender his forces at Southwood, Clairemont or Fort Toras. I would have forgiven him, and let him live if he had taken my pledge of allegiance, I would have even let him live had he stood down his forces but he did not. Your father was defiant to the end, Two chances of mercy were more than enough, I am not a fool to offer him mercy after he took battle to his Liege Lord. And so I decreed from the moment of his defiance, that you and your children, his family would live and serve as Wards to House Icefold, until such a time I deem right for you to return to Southwood and regain your father's House and return to being a loyal vassal to me. You will not be harmed, mistreated or punished for your father's crimes. You will be looked after, treated like high-born ladies that you are, and you Michael as his son. You will one day take over his role, and serve me from Southwood. Until that time, you are my Wards, my guests and sadly in some form prisoners here. It is not a punishment, you are being treated in the best way I could think of short of executing you all for his treason. My wife, Lady Catelyn will find suitable quarters for you all and roles here in Oakwood. Michael, you will be brought up to fight for the honour your House once stood for, under my Castellan Sir Reynolt Tollar, he will teach you how to fight, how to hunt and when I have the time I will tutor you myself. Are these terms deemed reasonable by you all?"

He asked Lady Juliet, and the young Lord Brackon as they were the ones to make the final decision.

Lady Juliet sensing they had actually got a good deal out of all of this mess, stepped forward, holding her son by his shoulders to support him.

He was barely eighteen seasons old, with a growing stubble beard across his jaw, and blonde hair like his mother and sisters.

"These terms are deemed reasonable, Lord Icefold, Warden of the North."

Young Lord Michael said in a very young voice, trying to sound authoritative as his new role expected of him.

"Then there is nothing more to be said, or done. Lady Catelyn will show the girls and Lady Juliet around the grounds, Castellan Tollar will show you to your quarters and let you know the layout of Oakwood."

Robert said standing from his chair, and everyone bowed in response.

Everyone slowly dispersed, no more need for guards to march the Wards around as Castellan Reynolt came over to Michael, and gently ushered him out into the courtyard. Lady Catelyn with Serass did the same with the women, and their mother into the castle but obviously followed by two guards.

It was too early to lax our security of these new Wards, and hope they didn't try to hurt or kill Lady Catelyn in private.

I knew I couldn't be alone with Serass with this new duty of showing the Wards around, and setting them new roles. That would probably last all day long, so I sat at the table as Robert lifted the great chair he just sat in and placed it at the table. We both sat down, as the guards left us alone in the hall together.

Wine and food was already prepared for us on the table, and so he poured me a goblet of wine and one for himself.

"How many men did we cut down at Southwood?"

He asked me.

"About ten a piece I think."

He laughed, but it wasn't a joyful laugh.

"I really did think Rostak would have laid down his arms, surrendered when we besieged Southwood."

I looked up from my goblet of wine.

"Would you have let him live if he had?"

Robert looked at me.

"Honestly, yes. But the moment he chose to take the battle to us, at that moment there was no going back. I had to take his head for that insolence, that defiance. I gave that stupid old fool two chances to back down, to save face and still live and both times he threw it back in my face Koran. If I hadn't taken his head after that, the South wouldn't respect us. The King would have feared his Warden had gone soft up here, and maybe he would have thought of replacing House Icefold. They may still think we are weak, after making Rostak's whole family Wards, instead of taking their heads for their father's crimes."

I moved closer to my old friend, seeing he was hurting inside.

He was a bear of a man, but even bears have hearts and Robert had one great one in himself. He had proven that today.

"It is never said, taking people as Wards is soft. It's a legitimate tactic you can take, the South knows that. Had you let Rostak live, then yes they would have thought you were weak. But you did it, and you did it well Robert."

Robert drank his wine.

"What about young Michael? What do I do if he is harboring revenge in his mind for his father, to perhaps take up the sword once again once he returns to Southwood?"

I looked at his eyes, he looked so tired and drained.

"Another matter, for another time Robert. He's your Ward, he's not threat yet and when he does become one we'll deal with it. You were merciful to House Brackon, and his children."

Robert laughed, but it wasn't a happy one either. More full of malice.

"That slimy little cunt hid behind his own children, and his wife to avoid my sword. Using them like shields, I've never come across such a man to do that in my life."

I drank my own wine, still both of us wearing our battle amour and weapons.

"I never expected that of him, he was a coward, and defiant to the end."

"His children saw it, they witnessed his cowardice. Maybe Michael and the ladies will see you were more of a man, than he was."

I said trying to support Robert.

"Maybe."

Was all he said in response, there was a short silence of us drinking together until Robert spoke.

"I really thought I missed war, when we rode to Southwood. But when I had to take Rostak's head, I came to realize. I don't miss it, I would rather avoid war and bloodshed altogether."

This was a new side to Robert, I had never seen before. He was a man who was at my side in battle, who seemed to enjoy fighting. But I hadn't seen him in a few years, and he had obviously changed. He spoke like a real Lord, the true Warden of the North would. Peace was only on his mind, but sadly if it came to it he was willing to fight.

"Hopefully no more war comes, Robert." 

I said raising my goblet, and he slowly clinked his own against mine.

"I hope so, Koran."

We drank for hours afterwards, speaking about things ranging from war to how House Icefold was faring recently. We spoke into the night, reminiscing about memories we had fighting alongside each other, and the women we bedded.

*****

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Sellsword Ch. 03



Shara looked at the ominous weapon, her eyes studying it carefully. "There are legends about a great enchanted sword, crafted of star metal when the world was very young. It is said that it rests in a dragon hide scabbard - much like that one." She looked Garth directly in the eyes. 

"The legends are true, this is Soulcatcher," was all he said. The rest of the afternoon and evening passed with a better than normal crowd. Shara was kept busy, as were Jarveena and Garth. It was nearing the closing bell when a thin man in worn black leather slipped in the side door. Pike had arrived.

"I've found out more, my friend," he began. "Orlando is accompanied by a mage called Bane. He is in the garb of a priest of Nonac, Orlando's god. I don't think Orlando is aware of Bane's true identity, nor were we able to discover Bane's purpose." Pike looked around, "I'm sorry we could not find out anything more."

Garth thanked Pike for his efforts, and his offer of payment was refused. "I will take a flagon of ale, though," Pike said, "and a few minutes to gaze at your serving wench," he smiled.

It was midnight, two hours before closing time at the inn, when Orlando and Bane stopped for the night.

"Bane, my friend, we should be in Kal-sorak by this time tomorrow," Orlando announced as he prepared to say his night prayers. Bane grunted his response and massaged his aching buttocks before stretching out beneath a tree to sleep.

Orlando, kneeling to pray, was unaware that he and Bane were being watched.

Elvish eyes studied the pair from the trees. Scouts of the Noldor army had been following the pair for two days. These scouts were the ones that gave the information to Pike's men. Had Orlando known they were being watched, he might not have said what he said next.

"Blessed Nonac, god of the light, protect your servant, Bane, in his quest to recover the evil Soulcatcher from the hands of the heretics." 

The elf scout had heard of this sword, and knew who now wielded it. Without being seen or heard, he slipped away to write the information on a slip of paper and speed it back to Kal-sorak though an arrow relay that would find the message in Eron's hands before dawn.

Garth had latched the door and extinguished the lanterns as Jarveena and Shara walked slowly up the stairs.

"Wait down here a moment Garth - we would surprise you." Jarveena said, coyly glancing at him over her shoulder.

When Garth entered the bedroom he saw both women on the bed, locked in a passionate embrace; Jarveena sucking Shara's breasts, Shara's fingers delving deep in Jarveena's pussy. Their moans of ecstasy caressed the sellsword's ears.

As Garth stood, transfixed by the beauty that lay on the bed, Jarveena looked over at him, and beckoned him to the bed.

Garth stripped as he walked to the bed and sat on the edge, his eyes never leaving the erotic scene before him. He reached out and caressed the soft smooth skin of Jarveena's thigh, the taught skin of Shara's breast, the downy hair covering both, wet cunts.

Shara looked at Garth, "I want to pleasure you Garth," she whispered. 

Jarveena gasped, writhing in ecstasy, as Shara's deft fingers brought her to a shattering orgasm. "Yes - Garth, let Shara please - I want to watch." 

Garth sat with his back against the headboard as Shara knelt between his legs.

Jarveena sat beside them, her eyes gleaming with passion. Shara caressed Garth's balls, her fingernails lightly scraping the wrinkled skin of his sack. Slowly, she lowered her head, until her soft black hair fell forward and lightly brushed his muscular thighs. She allowed the tip of her tongue to flick over her soft, red lips, making them glisten in the soft candlelight. Slowly, so very slowly, Shara let her mouth approach the swelling head of Garth's cock, until he could feel her breath upon his burning flesh.

The tip of Shara's tongue slowly moved over Garth's cock head as her fingers lightly stroked the throbbing shaft. Garth drew in his breath sharply as Shara sealed her lips over the very end of his cock. With agonizing slowness, Shara's soft lips descended over Garth's rigid cock. Slowly her mouth engulfed him, her tongue pressing the huge vein as she sucked him deep into her mouth.

Garth's fingers gripped the bedclothes as he felt his cock being drawn into Shara's mouth, until the head lodged in her tight throat and she swallowed him.

Slowly, Shara began moving her head back up Garth's cock until only the head remained in her warm, wet mouth. She licked the ridge behind the dark, throbbing head, then slid her lips back down, once more taking Garth's cock into her throat, her nose buried in his pubic hair.. With rapt attention Jarveena watched as her lover's cock disappeared into Shara's mouth, only to reappear, glistening with saliva, as Shara lifted her head and let it descend again. Her own fingers moving wetly in and out of her steaming cunt.

Garth began groaning in sexual torment as Shara drew him to the brink, only to hold him there, then let him recede once more. As Garth reached the pinnacle again, Shara gripped the base of his cock, squeezing his orgasm back, delaying him again.

His balls ached for release, but Shara would allow him none - yet. Jarveena moaned beside them as her fingers flew in and out, the wet slapping complimenting the sucking sounds that Shara made. At last, Shara was ready to drink Garth's seed. She took his cock into her throat, swallowing him.

Garth's balls spasmed, his back arched, driving his cock still deeper into Shara's throat. Hot semen erupted from his cock to pour down Shara's eager throat.

She sucked harder, cheeks hollowing as she drew Garth's thick, pearly semen from him, savoring every drop as it flowed into her hungry mouth. Shara swallowed again and again, yet some of Garth's fluid escaped, dripping from Shara's lips, and down her chin.

Jarveena seized her opportunity and greedily licked the thin stream of cum from Shara's skin, then moving down to kiss and lick Garth's tight balls. 

"By the GODS!" Garth managed to gasp, his cock sucked dry. 

Shara reluctantly released Garth's deflating cock from her mouth, licking up the thin strand of cum that still connected her mouth to his cock head. 

She sat back on her heels and looked at Garth. "Did I please you?" she asked softly, her lips still puffy and red, glistening with his seed. 

"Was this some enchantment?" Garth said, his voice still unsteady. 

"No, Garth, just a woman's passion for an ancient love art," Shara responded. "Would you like me to enchant you? To make you ready to pleasure Jarveena?"

"Please, Shara," Jarveena intervened, "let me try to bring him back to life. If I can, I'll pleasure you while he pleasures me." 

The two women began working on Garth. Shara licking and tonguing his ass, while Jarveena licked and sucked his balls and limp cock. It took time, nearly an hour, but by the time the women were licking his cock in unison, Garth was erect and ready again.

Jarveena knelt between Shara's legs, her face buried in the young witches cunt and her ass and pussy presented for Garth's pleasure. Garth knelt behind Jarveena and placed his hands on the smooth cheeks of her ass. He bent forward and licked her pussy.

Jarveena moaned as Garth's tongue flicked over her swelling clitoris. Garth poised the head of his cock between Jarveena's swelling cunt lips, rubbing it up and down her wet slit until her ass squirmed in anticipation. When Jarveena was wet enough, Garth drove his cock into her in a single, savage thrust. His balls slapped her clitoris as he slammed his massive prick into her, filling her cunt.

Jarveena flexed her inner muscles, gripping Garth's mighty cock in a velvet grip as he began pounding into her harder and faster. Shara writhed in pleasure as Jarveena, driven by Garth's furious fucking, devoured Shara's lush, wet cunt. Her tongue delving between her glistening, wet cunt lips, driving Shara insane with desire and urging her closer and closer to a monumental orgasm.

The bedroom was filled with the wet sounds of sexual pleasure - the air heavy with the aromas of passion and lust as the three of them continued to revel in the ecstasy they were creating.

Shara was the first to cum - her juices flowing over Jarveena's skilled tongue - moaning in the most exquisite agony as her hips thrust upward, pressing her cunt to Jarveena's hungry mouth.

Heartbeats later, Garth's balls tightened and spasmed as his raging cock erupted, filling, then overflowing Jarveena's hungry cunt. When Jarveena came, her juices mingled with Garth's to flow down her trembling thighs - warm and slick, the elixir of their passion. When Garth's cock began to deflate, Shara moved to lick his cock, and Jarveena's cunt clean of their juices. She savored their nectar as she hungrily devoured the juices from Jarveena's cunt as well as those that had flowed down her thighs.

Garth fell away and lay on his back, spent, milked dry and exhausted. "You women may be my undoing yet," he joked, a tired smile on his lined face. Jarveena and Shara lay on either side of Garth, both snuggling close to him and falling asleep with their arms over his chest, their hands clasped.

The three of them slept soundly and well - until just after dawn. Garth was startled awake by the pounding on the inn door. The sheathed Soulcatcher in his hand, he went down to see what the commotion was all about.

Pike was at the door when Garth swung it open. The assassin grinned when he saw him. "Did I interrupt something?"

Garth had his sword, but had forgotten to put any clothes on. "Shit!" The sellsword muttered beckoning Pike inside and slamming the door. "What in the nine hells brings you here at this hour?" 

"I received more information about our two friends."

Garth motioned him to a table.

"Bane is a mage," Pike began, "this we already knew. But his purpose is to steal Soulcatcher."

Garth looked at his friend for a moment. "You're sure of this?"

"One of Eron's scouts heard Orlando praying for Bane's success." 

"Well that proves that Orlando does not know Bane's true identity, even a mad paladin would have nothing to do with Soulcatcher," Garth leaned back and was about to reach for a pipe.

"No pockets eh?" Pike grinned, tossing a pipe and pouch on the table.

"I would wish that Gavin were still here." Garth muttered.

"The Stygian mage? The one with the Sylvan elf as his woman?" 

Garth nodded. "He escaped the Drow invasion, but I don't know where he is, or even if he's still alive." Garth's expression grew wistful, "He could judge this Bane's power, and perhaps help me fight him." 

"I am not without some abilities in that area," Shara said from the foot of the stairs.

The two women, both dressed, came over and sat at the table. Jarveena draped a robe over Garth's shoulders. "I can't have my man catching a chill, can I?"

"How far away are they?" Shara asked.

"They'll be here by midnight I'm afraid. That doesn't give us much time," Pike said.

"Us? This isn't your fight Pike," Garth said.

"I don't have many friends, Garth, so I intend to do all I can to keep the ones I do have alive."

The evening crowd at "Preston's" was rowdy, as always, and business was brisk. Shara avoided getting her ass pinched too much and Garth was able to quell any fights that threatened to break out. At the city gates, two riders passed through, just before they were closed for the night. They rode to the livery stable, only to find it closed.

"We can leave the horses here," Orlando said, looking at the open barn. 

"I'm going to look around the town for a while, I'll meet you back here in two hours," Bane announced.

It didn't take Bane long to find the inn. From the outside it seemed to be closed for the night - no lights or noise from the common room - but Bane could sense people within, and he could sense magical power as well. From beneath his robe, Bane pulled out a small crossbow. He cocked it and carefully dropped a hardwood dart into the channel. The tip of the dart carried a powerful poison. The mage settled his breathing and began to concentrate. He conjured the spell needed, then steadied his grip on the crossbow.

"OPEN!" Bane shouted, and the bolted door flew open revealing four people, two women and two men, in the common room. Bane quickly selected Pike as his target at let the dart fly. As soon as he loosed, he knew he had picked the wrong man.

Garth roared as he launched himself from his chair and reached for Soulcatcher.

Behind him Shara was conjuring a spell of her own.

Bane frantically tried to re-cock his cross bow, finally throwing it aside and drawing a dart from his pouch.

As Garth reached him, Bane thrust the dart into Garth's upper arm, causing Garth's swing to miss and the blade of Soulcatcher to imbed itself in the wood floor.

Garth felt like the fires of hell had been ignited in his body - first his sword arm, then his chest, and then his legs. He fell heavily, crashing into a table, then sliding to the floor.

As Bane was reaching for the sword, Shara cast her spell - the mage was hurled backward into the street.

Scrambling to his feet, Bane ran off toward the livery stable. He would tell Orlando where the witch was hiding - when they both returned, he could capture the sword.

Shara knelt over Garth, softly singing a spell of healing while she combined herbs to sprinkle over his wound. The dart that struck Pike pierced his heart. He was dead by the time he hit the floor. 

Jarveena, grief stricken as she was, had the presence of mind to retrieve the Hart Bow from its hiding place. "I may not be able to wield Soulcatcher," she said angrily, "but this bow and I are as one." 

"If you try to take that mage on, he'd kill you before you drew your bow," Shara said, looking up from Garth. "Garth will recover, the dart was envenomed, but I was able to stop the poison before it had spread too much - that and the herbs should have him back on his feet in a day or two." 

"A day or two?" Jarveena was aghast. "He'll be back, with that paladin, before cock crow. We don't HAVE a day or two."

Garth groaned and tried to sit up.

Shara's hand on his chest stopped him. "You've been poisoned by Bane's dart. Don't try to move just yet."

"Pike?" Garth said quietly.

Shara shook her head. "The bolt struck him in the heart, he never had a chance."

"That damned mage picked the wrong target," Jarveena whispered, "I won't give him another chance."

"You wouldn't stand a prayer," Garth warned. "We have to use our wits, there's not much time." Garth lay back, tired from the effort of even speaking.

Jarveena and Shara were worried.

Shara spoke of a plan; "I'll give my self up to the paladin. That will keep him from the inn and weaken Bane's forces."

"That's no plan," Garth whispered. "That's just throwing your life away. Can you use a bow, or a sword?"

Shara grinned. "And I can throw a hand axe as well as a spear. Why do you ask?"

"In the storeroom, there's a secret chamber - Jarveena knows where it is - get a bow, arrows, a sword, any weapons you can find." Garth winced then went on. "There's at least two shirts of Elvish mail in there too. Get them as well.

"Elvish mail?" Jarveena asked.

Garth managed to reply. "It will help damp Bane's magic," before lapsing back into unconsciousness.

"I found your cursed witch." Bane said waking Orlando from his slumber. The paladin looked Bane up and down; "it looks like she found you as well."

"The slut cast a spell at me - it sent me tumbling into the street," Bane paused. "But I slew one of the men there, and sore wounded the sellsword himself."

Bane realized that he had said far too much.

Orlando regarded his companion, "Slew one? Wounded one? Tell me Bane, what manner of priest are you?"

The mage thought quickly. "In order to recover Soulcatcher, I was relieved, temporarily of course, of certain of my vows." The explanation seemed to satisfy Orlando, but remember he's not too smart.

Shara and Jarveena returned with the weapons and armor Garth had sent them for. He was still weak, but able to sit with his back to a wall. "Put Soulcatcher across my legs," he ordered.

With his hand resting on the hilt, he continued, "Jarveena, select the best arrows and divide them between you and Shara. Shara, over turn those three tables and put the bows and arrows behind them." Garth paused a moment and winced in pain again, then went on. "Tie Pike's sword in his hand and bind him to that post - make sure the rope is beneath his armor."

Slowly Garth let his eyes sweep the room. "Make sure the side door is barred."

"I can place a ward on it, Garth," Shara said, hurrying to put her magic in place.

"Well, Jarveena, my love, this may be our last night together," Garth held out his hand to her, she grasped it.

With tears welling up in her eyes Jarveena leaned close to his face. "If we must die tonight, then we'll die together, and cause as much havoc as we can."

Their eyes met and exchanged volumes more than words could ever hope to express.

Shara returned and spread more herbs on Garth's wound, then offered him a drink.

"What is it?" Garth protested, sniffing the foul smelling brew. 

"It's a special tea that my clan brewed when a quick burst of energy and strength was needed. It will last for a few hours, and it will help ease the pain."

As Garth sipped the hot liquid, Shara handed a cup to Jarveena; "You'll need this too."

"Remember," Garth instructed, "target Bane, he'll probably come at me first, so that should give you clear shots. Make them all count. Now, get behind those tables." He felt strength returning to his body, new energy coursing through his muscles. Shara's potion was working, he only hoped it would last long enough. He got to his feet and drew Soulcatcher from its scabbard. Then he waited.

"This is the inn, Sir Orlando," Bane pointed to the broken planks of the front door.

"Do you really think they're still in there?" Orlando questioned.

"The sellsword would be too weak to move, I left him sore wounded." 

"Well then, let's do the will of Nonac," Orlando drew his sword and adjusted his immaculate shield.

Bane, standing beside the paladin drew his scimitar, venom dripping from the point, running down the edge.

"Not a priestly weapon, Bane. Is that poison on the blade?"

"No, it is sharpening oil, I use it when I hone the edge."

The two men burst through the door.

Bane was startled for an instant when he saw Pike's corpse upright against the post. The mage lunged at it, unmindful of Garth standing in the shadows. When he saw him, he tried to swing his sword around - it was too late.

Arrows flew from behind the tables as Garth thrust Soulcatcher into Bane's chest.

The mage cried in agony as his life, and soul, were drained from him. An empty husk fell to the floor.

With Bane's life force feeding him, Garth whirled and faced Orlando. "Paladin, you are trespassing on my property," Soulcatcher moaned in hunger as it's tip moved in circles before Orlando's face. "I seek the last witch of Ravenstone. I have no argument with you sellsword, I want only the witch."

"The one you seek, the one you would destroy, is my guest and friend. To harm her, you will first have to slay me." Garth moved into a fighting stance.

"You are sore wounded, it would not be honorable to fight you." Orlando protested.

Shara stood up and moved out from behind the table, Jarveena stood beside her, the Hart Bow partially drawn and ready.

"I am the one you seek Orlando - and you are the one that slew my clan." Shara said in a calm, level voice.

"You are a witch, in league with the powers of darkness. It is the will of Nonac the All Just that you be destroyed."

"I am a witch, and a Druid. We are in league with nature, and nothing more. Your kind has slaughtered my kind for generations, until there is only the two of us left, for you, Orlando, are the last of the Paladins of Nonac." Shara's voice was commanding, strong, and yet softly feminine. Orlando's face lost its color.




Sellsword Ch. 03



Shara pressed her advantage. "You have been in league with a mage of the darkness. Are you to be destroyed then?" Shara pointed to Bane's shriveled corpse. "Do you see the runes tattooed on his chest? Know you not what they mean?"

Orlando roared in anger and lifted his sword high above his head to strike Shara's head from her shoulders.

Soulcatcher entered Orlando's chest and began feeding. It was a much slower death than Bane's had been, Orlando died in the manner of those burned at the stake - slowly, in complete agony.

Soulcatcher drank Orlando's life force and passed it on to Garth - the paladin's soul was consumed by the sword.

The empty shell that was once Orlando, Paladin of Nonac the All Just, slipped from Soulcatcher's blade and fell to the floor. Despite the energy gotten from Shara's potion, and the life forces fed him by his sword, Garth let Soulcatcher slip from his grip as he collapsed. After carrying Garth upstairs, Jarveena and Shara saw to the disposition of the bodies. Orlando stripped of weapons and armor was thrown on a carrion cart, the same fate was visited on Bane's corpse as well. Potters field was good enough for those two.

"Did Pike have any family?" Shara asked.

"No, and Garth was his only friend."

"We will represent both friends and family then."

"That won't be necessary," a male voice came from the doorway. A tall man, thin and dark, stood in the door; he wore black leather armor and a pair of swords hung at his hips - an assassin. "I am Seth, called by some The Jackal," his voice was low. "I am the Chief of the Brotherhood. We know that Garth was a friend to our brother, and we thank you for your efforts to provide Pike with the honor in death that he could not receive in life." He approached Pike's body and stood beside it. The Jackal bowed his head and placed his hand on Pike's chest. Both Jarveena and Shara stood in silence, respecting the moments of farewell.

"With your permission, the Brotherhood will take Pike's remains and see to it that the proper rituals are observed." The man beckoned toward the doorway and two more assassins entered.

Quickly, but reverently, they lifted Pike's body and carried him out.

"You and your man, Garth, are brave and were good friends to my brother. It is the way of our kind that such friendship will never be forgotten. Should the need arise, ever, for our help send this to the guildhall." He placed an amulet in Jarveena's hand - a silver disk with eight arrows crossed. "We will know the call comes from a friend." The Jackal bowed to both women, and was gone.

Dawn was breaking by the time the women went upstairs. Garth was sleeping, his breathing regular, his heartbeat strong and steady. "He will sleep for at least three days, perhaps four," Shara said, answering Jarveena's unspoken question. "When he wakes, he will be weak for another day or two. I have herbs that will quicken the return of his strength."

Jarveena put her arms around Shara. "What would have become of Garth had you not been here?"

"What would have become of me, had you and Garth not been here?" Shara responded, her eyes looking deep into Jarveena's.

The women were of the same mind, they quickly undressed each other and fell into the bed, beside the sleeping fighter.

Jarveena looked over at him.

"We will not awaken him, he will sleep and recover." Shara reassured her. 

Jarveena put her arms around the young witch and covered her mouth with hers.

Their kiss was passionate, long, wet, filled with desire. Their tongues danced and played as their hands moved.

Jarveena caressed Shara's taught breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen as her thumbs toyed with them.

Shara, in turn, ran her hand down along Jarveena's side to gently stroke her silken thigh, then slip her hand to the softer flesh of her inner thigh.

Jarveena drew in her breath when Shara's fingers reached her wet pussy - her fingers moving along Jarveena's slit.

Their arms and legs moved, tangled and twisted as the women changed position - they lay on their sides now - their faces inches from the others pussy, knees lifted, thighs open.

Shara began kissing Jarveena's thigh, her tongue licking the satin flesh, moving upward, drawn by the erotic scent of Jarveena's hungry cunt. Jarveena could feel Shara's warm breath on her wet pussy lips; she moved her face between Shara's warm thighs and began nuzzling the soft hair covering her beckoning cunt.

Both women began kissing and licking the other, their cunts opening, welcoming the lips and tongue of the other.

Shara spread Jarveena's lips with her fingertips and ran her tongue over Jarveena's clitoris, trapping it between her lips and sucking it. The tip of her tongue flicking back and forth across the sensitive nib. Her hands moved to Jarveena's firm ass, pulling her closer to her mouth. Jarveena, her body trembling with sensation, pulled Shara's steaming cunt to her mouth and feasted on it. Her hands moving to the crease of Shara's ass, she spread them and began rubbing the tip of her finger over the young witch's puckered rosebud.

Shara tensed, momentarily, at this new feeling, then relaxed and allowed Jarveena's finger to enter the tight ring of her sphincter. She probed Jarveena's cunt, her tongue delving between the swollen lips, moving in and out of Jarveena, savoring the taste of her wetness. Jarveena sucked hungrily on Shara's clitoris, her finger probing into the tightness of Shara's ass. She began moving her finger in and out, matching the tempo of her finger with the motion of her tongue as she began tongue fucking the witch's cunt.

Their orgasms began to build, their muscles flexing, nerves tingling, juices beginning to flow.

Jarveena's body began to shudder, her thighs trembling as she came. Her juices flowed freely over Shara's tongue; her own mouth growing hungrier as she pressed into Shara's wet cunt.

Shara came shortly after Jarveena's climax began. Her cunt spasmed over Jarveena's questing tongue, her ass cheeks clenching, gripping Jarveena's finger tightly in her ass.

The women drank deeply of each other's juices, savoring and cherishing each drop. Their mouths moved over the others wet cunt, covering their mouths with the warm, sweet fluid of the others climax. As their orgasms ebbed, then changed position again, now lying in each other's arms. They embraced and their mouths found each other. Another kiss of deep passion now sweetened by the taste and aroma of their juices. When they broke their kiss, they lay back and let their breathing and heat beats return to, more or less, normal.

The women embraced and fell off to sleep.

Through out the next three days the women bathed Garth, taking extra care to make sure his limp cock was clean.

"I can hardly wait for him to awaken, and his strength to return," Jarveena said, wistfully. "Not that making love with you hasn't been wonderful, Shara, but I am Garth's woman."

Shara put her arms around Jarveena. "Perhaps we should bathe each other, I think we might both need it."

They started by undressing each other; taking their time and enjoying each part of the others body that they uncovered.

Shara unlaced Jarveena's bodice and slipped her shirt from her shoulders. Jarveena's proud breasts were revealed to Shara's hands and lips. She cupped the firm hemispheres and lifted them as she bent her head to take each nipple into her mouth in turn.

Jarveena held Shara's head to her breast, reveling in the feeling that the young witch's lips gave her.

Shara released Jarveena's breasts from her hands and pushed her shirt down her arms to let it drop to the floor. Then she stood back and knelt before Jarveena, her hands moving to the laces of Jarveena's breeches. She untied them and pulled them down, over her flaring hips and down the strong columns of Jarveena's legs.

Jarveena stepped from the pile of soft leather around her ankles and lifted Shara to her feet. It was her turn now.

Shara's shirt fell to the floor, revealing her firm, young breasts. Jarveena licked and suckled them, teasing the nipples into firm erection before unlacing Shara's skirt and letting it join the shirt on the floor. Naked, both women stepped to the wash stand; a ewer of warm water and two soft cloths awaited them.

Jarveena picked up a cloth, wet it, and then began washing Shara's neck and shoulders.

Warm water streamed down Shara's neck and onto her heaving breasts, the sensation was one of pure pleasure.

Jarveena's hands moved the cloth downward, caressing Shara's breasts with the wet softness of the cloth, making sure Shara's nipples stood firm and high, before moving down to wash her hard, flat belly, then her round hips. She bid Shara turn around, then washed her heart shaped ass cheeks, her silken thighs, her firm calves and delicate feet. As she washed her, Jarveena's lips lightly kissed each place the cloth passed over. Shara stood there, trembling in excited anticipation as Jarveena washed and licked her body, then stood up to face her.

"Now you can wash me," she said in a soft, husky voice. Shara wasted no time in obliging Jarveena. Her hands manipulated the wet cloth over Jarveena's neck, shoulders and breasts. Jarveena's nipples hardened quickly as Shara swept the cloth slowly over them. Kneeling before her, Shara washed Jarveena's belly, then the tops of her thighs before paying attention to the soft, pale hair that nestled between her legs.

Jarveena's thighs trembled as she waited for Shara's next move. She didn't have to wait too long.

The young witch leaned close and blew, softly on Jarveena's waiting pussy.

Jarveena let out a gasp at the feel of Shara's warm breath. Shara pressed her lips to Jarveena's pussy and kissed it, her tongue flicking out to lick at Jarveena's swelling clitoris.

Jarveena steadied herself by placing her hands on Shara's head as she lifted one leg to drape it over Shara's shoulder.

Shara pressed her mouth tightly to Jarveena's wet slit. Her tongue moving back and forth over her hard clitoris, sending shivers of excitement through Jarveena's quivering body. The witch held Jarveena's firm ass, pulling her still closer to allow her tongue to penetrate Jarveena's hungry cunt.

Jarveena could take no more, her body began to tremble, and her knees became weak as an orgasm washed through her body. Shara eagerly licked up every drop of fluid that flowed from Jarveena's hot, spasming cunt.

"I - I - can't - stand - up - any - more," Sara gasped, her knees like water. Jarveena stood and helped Sara to lay on the floor. Before Jarveena could begin her oral ministration, however, Sara rolled her onto her back and opened her legs. Leaning over Shara, Jarveena lifted her warm breast and placed the erect nipple against the wet lips of Shara's virgin cunt.

Shara gasped, then moaned as she felt the firm flesh stroking her clitoris, opening her lips, sliding up and down her steaming slit. Her legs opened wider, wrapping around Jarveena, clutching her tightly as her hips began to writhe rubbing herself against Jarveena's erect nipple and the warm flesh of her breast.

Jarveena slipped one hand beneath Shara's firm ass, moving her fingers into the crease of her ass until her fingertips pressed Shara's rosebud. Shara trembled in anticipation as she felt Jarveena's finger demanding entry. She relaxed her sphincter and Jarveena pushed her finger into her, up to the second knuckle. Shara moaned in ecstasy as she came. Her juices flowed freely over Jarveena's nipple. She wanted to taste herself. "Jarveena, please let me suck your nipple," she urged. Jarveena rolled away and lay on her back as Shara took her glistening nipple between her lips and suckled like a baby. As she sucked, her hands stroked Jarveena's belly and down to the wet triangle of hair below. Her fingers moved slowly over Jarveena's clitoris then probed deep inside. Between Shara's mouth on her nipple, and her fingers in her cunt, Jarveena could feel a monumental orgasm building, her muscles tightening and relaxing as her hips undulated, thrusting against Shara's fingers. Jarveena arched her back, pressing more of her breast into Shara's mouth. Then her orgasm consumed her. Every muscle in Jarveena's body flexed, her cunt spasming, clutching Shara's fingers in the grip of her swollen pussy lips. Fluid flowed over Shara's fingers as Jarveena's thighs trembled and her clitoris throbbed.

When Shara felt Jarveena's orgasm ebbing, she took her fingers from her dripping cunt and placed them to Jarveena's lips. When Jarveena began to lick her own juices from Shara's fingers, Shara put her mouth to them as well.

The women shared the lingering kiss, as well as the nectar of Jarveena's cunt.

"Jarveena," Shara whispered, "I would ask a boon of you."

"Anything, Shara, all you need do is ask."

Shara made her request, and Jarveena immediately said yes.

"Thank you, Jarveena, but Garth can not know before hand." Jarveena smiled, then laughed softly. "I can hardly wait to see his face," she said, gathering Shara into her arms they walked together to the bed. "Sleep now, Shara, sleep."

Wrapped in each other's arms, they fell off to sleep.

Garth awakened after dawn. "I need some ale," he croaked, "and some mutton."

Shara ran to the kitchen while Jarveena fell into Garth's arms and cried her tears of joy.

The rest of the day was spent feeding Garth and letting Shara's herbal tea strengthen him.

A month had passed since the encounter with Orlando and Bane, it was now the first day of autumn.

Garth sat in the common room that evening, quietly drinking his ale and watching the customers. Soulcatcher, safe in its dragon hide scabbard, rested against the wall at his side.

"Garth," Jarveena whispered in his ear, "Shara has to leave for a while. Can you take the bar, while I play wench?"

Garth curious, but he agreed, pinching Jarveena's breast as he walked by her.

Shara returned in less than an hour, she had a parcel under her arm and she took it directly upstairs.

"What was in the bundle?" Garth asked when she came back downstairs. 

Shara smiled, her whole face lighting up, and the radiance of her smile brightened the whole room. "It's a surprise, Garth, you'll find out soon enough."

Shortly before closing, Jarveena slipped upstairs, a flagon of wine and two goblets in her hands.

"Will someone please tell me what's going on here?" Garth demanded, knowing the two smiling women would ignore him.

As the last customers were leaving, and Garth was about to extinguish the lanterns, he noticed that neither Shara nor Jarveena was around. "Where have those two gotten themselves off to now?" he muttered, finishing up the nightly closing rituals and walking upstairs, tired to the bones. 

He was hardly prepared for what he saw when he opened the bedroom door. Candles were lit all around the room, the air carried the scent of jasmine and Shara stood before him. Her black hair combed, shimmering and cascading over her shoulders. She wore a gown of the palest blue, woven with silver thread. About her neck was a silver collar, adorned with an acorn carved from a small emerald. Her face shown with radiance Garth had seldom seen, her smile bright as the sun, her dark eyes dancing with impish delight. The scent of jasmine came from her skin and hair; it caressed Garth's nostrils with a light, gentle touch.

"What - what is?" Garth stammered.

"This is my surprise for you Garth. Now that I am no longer in danger, my vow of virginity has been lifted. I want you to be the first man to have me, completely and in all ways."

"But the gown, the wine?"

"The gown is the color of the bridal garments of my clan. I will be your bride this night. The wine contains a potion, one that will add to your, strength and make this night so much more memorable for both of us." She poured two goblets of wine and offered one to Garth. "Drink with me, sweet Garth, to the love we three share, and to this, my bridal night." 

Garth felt strange warmth coursing through his body as he drank. 

Shara reached up and unfastened a silver clasp at her shoulder - the pale blue gown fell from her body into a gossamer pool at her feet. Garth drew in his breath at the sight of such incredible beauty. Shara's body shown with the same radiance as her face. Her eyes danced with joy, her breathing was deep, causing her breasts to rise and fall in a gentle, steady rhythm. She walked toward Garth, her arms opening to embrace him. Each step she took made the firm hemispheres of her breasts quiver, her nipples describing tiny circles with their dark tips. "Let me undress you, my sweet man," she purred softly.

Garth was unable to speak; he just stood there, dumbly, watching this enchantress come toward him.

Shara knelt before him and untied his boots, slipping them from his feet. She lifted her hands and unlaced his leather breeches, then stood up and unlaced his shirt.

Garth raised his arms as Shara pulled the shirt over his head, then tossed it aside.

Placing her hands on the waist of his breeches, Shara knelt, tugging the leather pants down Garth's hard, muscular legs.

He stepped from them, and looked down.

Shara knelt before him, her eyes looking up into his, her hands lightly stroking his thighs as she moved to caress his quickly swelling cock. She didn't take her eyes off his as she slowly bent forward and began kissing his cock. Light, gentle kisses, the tip of her tongue playing up and down along the throbbing shaft, until her lips sealed around Garth's cock head and she sucked it into her mouth.

"Oh gods!" was all Garth could manage as Shara's hot, wet mouth moved up and down his cock.

Her hands caressed his balls as she drew him closer and closer to a long pent up climax. She could feel his balls tighten as her fingers moved over them, she knew he would not be able to hold back.

Garth's muscles trembled and flexed as he thrust his cock into Shara's, sucking mouth.

Shara drew back her head, the shaft of Garth's cock glistening with saliva. Her eyes told him that he should not resist, but surrender himself to the ecstasy that she was about to bestow on him. When she swallowed his cock head, Garth's balls spasmed. Hot semen erupted from his cock to flow down Shara's throat in great, pearly streams. As each load of semen poured into her mouth, she swallowed, hungrily devouring Garth's seed until his orgasm subsided. Shara released Garth's, now semi hard, cock, licking every remaining trace of his discharge from his shaft, cock head and balls. Then she stood and took him by the hand. "Come, my lover, share the bridal bed with me."

Shara had Garth lay down, on his back, and then she began rubbing a light, scented oil on his hard, rough skin. "This will sooth you, my love," she whispered, her hands moving like feathers over his body. 

In spite of the intensity of the orgasm he just had, Garth's cock began to swell again, growing harder and harder as Shara's fingers moved over him. "Is this some kind of magic?" he asked.

Shara smiled at him. "It is the potion my lover." With that, Shara straddled his face, placing her virgin cunt over Garth's mouth, and her own face inches from his, newly rejuvenated, cock. As she settled her pussy on his lips, she took his cock, once more, into her mouth. 

Garth sucked and licked Shara's cunt eagerly, with a hunger he had not know was in him. His hands embraced her firm ass cheeks as he pulled her steaming cunt tighter to his hungry mouth.

Shara's juices began to flow, wetting her cunt lips and soft pubic hair as it soaked Garth's lips and tongue. She resisted sucking him to another climax; she wanted his next orgasm to be in her tight, cunt. She was ready; her cunt was dripping with Garth's saliva and her own lubricating secretions. "It's time, my sweet Garth," she said softly, moving to sit astride Garth's thighs, the length of his rigid cock lying along her hot, wet slit. Shara took it in her soft hands and, lifting her hips, placed the swollen head to her wet, parting cunt lips. She settled herself slightly and felt his cock press her maidenhead. She leaned forward, her hair falling over Garth's face, she pressed her hips downward, there was an instant of pain as her hymen ruptured - then the bliss of Garth's cock filling her cunt, and touching the mouth of her womb. Garth groaned as he felt Shara's tight cunt grip his pulsing shaft, holding it tightly in a velvet grip as she let herself become impaled on her lovers raging cock.




Sellsword Ch. 04



Chapter 4 - The Necromancer

This story was previously posted on a site that is no longer fully functional.

The tall man with the scared face opened the door and, with his woman, entered the common room. "Where is Preston?" he called. 

Jarveena looked up from her work and was startled by the look of the man. His skin was dark, not black but dusky. A scar ran across his brow and two others ran down his cheeks. His eyes were coal black and shown like obsidian from beneath his hood.

"Preston is dead," Jarveena answered. "I'm one of the new owners." 

"And I'm the other, Gavin," Garth called from the doorway to the back room. He rushed into the common room and clasped the stranger's hand. "And Robyn, are you still with this ugly lout?" he embraced the strangers beautiful companion. "Jarveena," he draped his arms over the couples shoulders, "This is Gavin and his soul mate, Robyn. He is a Stygian, and one of the cleverest wizards I've ever met. Robyn, as you can see, is a Sylvan Elf, and sorceress of some power in her own right."

Jarveena came from behind the bar and greeted the couple warmly. "You did startle me when you first came in," she admitted. 

Gavin threw back his hood, "I sometimes have that effect on people." His hair was long, below his shoulders and black with two white streaks running from his temples. He was as tall as Garth but rail thin, and his hands were long, with thin, tapering fingers.

Jarveena's eyes were drawn to the large sword Gavin wore over his back, "it's unusual to see a mage with such a sword." Gavin chose not to respond, and Jarveena let it drop. 

"What brings you to our inn, my friend?" Garth asked, pouring goblets of wine for everyone.

Gavin and Robyn took the wine gratefully.

"My old - friends - are still in pursuit. Two months ago they almost caught up with us in Galoria." Gavin sipped his wine before going on. "Three priest/assassins were waiting for us when we disembarked in the harbor. They followed us to the inn and tried to kill us there." 

Robyn chuckled, "That's one inn that we can't go back to." 

Gavin looked at his woman and grinned, "Were it not for Robyn's spell, we would not have survived. I don't think they expected such power from a woman."

"Why were they after you?" Jarveena asked.

Gavin regarded her for a moment, "Has Garth not told you of this?"

Jarveena shook her head.

"I am a Stygian. At birth I was consecrated to Set, the Stygian god of death and the underworld. I was trained as a wizard and achieved the Ninth Cyrcle. I came to the realization that Set, and his priests and wizards, were dedicated to the purest of evil." Gavin paused and sipped more of his wine, "I could not continue along the path they had ordained for me. Five years ago, I burned the tattoos from my face and fled. They have been hounding my heels ever since."

"I remember when we met Robyn, poor Gavin never had a chance." Garth laughed.

Jarveena looked at Robyn; slender (like an Elf) and tall, dark hair, fair skin and blue/gray eyes. Her features were very fine, her nose straight and her lips red and full.

"I can understand that," Jarveena said quietly, "Robyn is a most beautiful lady."

"You two must be exhausted," Jarveena said, moving her eyes away from Robyn. "You can have the room next to ours. I'll take you up there while Garth is closing up."

"In the morning I'll make a visit to the Master Assassin and see if he's heard anything." Garth said.

In their bedroom, Jarveena asked Garth to tell her more about Gavin - and Robyn.

"Robyn is completely devoted to him, I don't think you'd make any headway with her." Garth was sitting naked on the bed, watching Jarveena undress. 

"Tell me about Gavin - those scars are horrible looking," she said, slipping her shirt off.

"Gavin escaped from Stygia about five years ago. He had tattoos on his brow and cheeks, snakes they were, since the sigil of Set is a snake. When he escaped he took a red-hot dagger blade and burned them off. The man has a tremendous pair of stones." Garth watched as Jarveena slid her skirt down her long legs, "But that sword of his is a story in itself." He lay back on the bed as Jarveena approached and sat beside him. 

"Tell me about it, my love," she purred, her fingers playing in his chest hair.

"How familiar are you with the lesser gods of Chaos?"

Jarveena laughed softly, "Not at all."

"The god of fear is called Azog. He is said to have a stare that would freeze the blood of the bravest warrior."

Jarveena began stroking Garth's thighs as he went on. "We were on an adventure together - he hadn't met Robyn yet - exploring an abandoned castle. All right, we were treasure hunting," Garth laughed as Jarveena tickled his navel.

Jarveena began dragging her erect nipples over Garth's hard belly, urging him to continue the story.

Garth gritted his teeth and went on, "We were deep in the castle's dungeon and found a sealed chamber. We guessed that there might be treasure in there. Gavin was able to remove the sealing wards and we went in." Garth paused a moment as Jarveena moved her fingers up and down his thigh. "Against the far wall there was a robed figure, tall, stately with a huge sword in front of him."

"Azog?"

"Azog," Garth nodded. "He ignored me, but called Gavin by name. He told Gavin to meet his gaze - and he did. I could feel the fear radiating from Azog, but Gavin met his stare and didn't flinch. Hells, he even drew his dagger and held it ready." Garth shook his head in amazement, "I still get the shivers remembering it. Then Azog spoke to Gavin again; 'You have great courage, my son.' Then he handed Gavin the sword he had been holding. 'This is The Slayer. Wield it with courage,' he told him. He also gave him a dagger, black bladed, like Soulcatcher, and a ring. He never told me anything about the dagger or the ring, but the sword is almost as powerful as Soulcatcher."

Jarveena was now nuzzling Garth's thigh with her cheek, he could feel her warm breath on his, rapidly hardening, cock. "Tell me about Robyn," she purred, her fingers playing in Garth's pubic hair. 

Garth squirmed as Jarveena teased and excited him. "She's one of the more beautiful females I've ever seen, and one of the nicest. OUCH!" Jarveena bit Garth just below the navel. 

"Did you want her for yourself?" 

"Jealous, my love?" Garth laughed. "I didn't have time. She and Gavin saw one another and that was it." He chuckled again, "Personally I don't know what she sees in him."

"Oh, I do." Jarveena was still playing in Garth's crotch. "Power, power and a raw sexuality."

"Wizard and sorceress - I suppose it's a logical combination. Now, as for you," Garth grabbed Jarveena by the hair and moved her head down to where his cock stood straight and hard. "You got me like this - now you're going to have to take care of it - with that mouth of yours." 

Jarveena eagerly took Garth's cock into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the shaft as her tongue flicked over the swollen head. She let her teeth scrape lightly over the bulging veins as she sucked his cock-head into her throat.

Garth held Jarveena's head in his hands as he thrust his cock into her willing mouth, feeling her soft lips and tongue moving over his raging cock as her fingers fondled and caressed his heavy balls. "Gods, woman, you know how to pleasure me!" Garth groaned, feeling the ecstasy building deep within his loins.

Jarveena wanted to bring Garth to a climax quickly. She was hungry to taste his seed, but she wanted to take the edge off as well. Jarveena wanted to prolong their lovemaking as long as possible. Between Jarveena's mouth and fingers, Garth quickly reached the point of no return. With a mighty growl his cock erupted, spilling his hot cum into Jarveena's greedy mouth.

She swallowed every drop - each time sending bolts of sexual lightning up Garth's spine - not wanting to waste a single morsel. She sucked still harder, milking all she could from Garth's pulsating cock, before releasing it.

Garth twitched slightly as he felt the softness of Jarveena's breath on his wet, semi-erect cock.

Jarveena's eyes locked with Garth's. "Watch me, my love," she taunted, licking Garth's cock from bottom to top, and back again. The sight of his woman making love to his cock had the effect Jarveena had wanted. Garth's cock began to stiffen, again.

When she was satisfied with the quality of Garth's erection, she released his cock from her mouth and positioned herself on her hands and knees. "Fuck me - fuck me like an animal."

Garth knelt behind her and put his cock to her wet hole. He held her by the hips and slammed his cock into her waiting cunt. He drove his cock into Jarveena with a single, savage thrust.

The air was forced from Jarveena's lungs by the power of Garth's cock as it pounded into her tight pussy. She ground her hips, taking Garth's cock as deep as it would go.

Garth reached one hand around her and began fingering Jarveena's clit. With his cock pumping into her as hard and fast as he could, his other hand reached up and grabbed her long hair. Like reining a horse, Garth pulled back, lifting Jarveena's head and pulling it to one side. 

"Fuck me - fuck me - my stallion. Make me your harlot!" Jarveena cried out in pleasure/pain and Garth thrust his cock into her even harder. Jarveena's insides were boiling as her orgasm welled up. Her pussy lips wet and swollen - clutched around Garth's pounding cock, her juices flowed over the thrusting shaft and bulbous head. Animal sounds, mixed with the wet sounds of two bodies, filled the room. The heady scent of passion hung in the air like perfume as Garth and Jarveena moved in exquisite unison, each urging the other to new heights of sexual pleasure. 

Garth could feel his balls tighten, as Jarveena's cunt tightened around him, holding his cock in a hot, wet, velvet grip as she ground her hips back, forcing Garth still deeper in her steaming pussy. 

Jarveena's moaning grew louder as she neared orgasm. 

Garth, grunting and growling like an animal, grew more and more furious in his pounding motion, slamming his raging cock into Jarveena harder and faster as his balls filled and ached for release. 

Jarveena cried out in ecstasy as her orgasm swept over her. Her cunt spasmed, clutching Garth's hammering cock as her juices washed over it. Garth's own climax exploded deep in his loins, as he groaned, hot semen erupted from his cock-head, filling Jarveena - mingling with her juices - overflowing and running down the silky flesh of her trembling thighs. 

"I hope they don't keep that going all night," Robyn said with a sexy smile. "They seem to be exciting me," she added, her hands caressing her belly as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"I don't see how Garth could keep going all night," Gavin laughed. "He's older than I am."

"You, my wise, mage, are not old." Robyn stood and slipped her robe off.

"What have you got in mind?" Gavin asked in a low voice.

Robyn grinned a wicked grin, "Why not keep them awake tonight?" Gavin quickly stripped out of his clothes and, as Robyn directed, sat in the easy chair beside the bed.

"I'm going to torment you," Robyn threatened. "You may have me when you beg for me."

Robyn began moving, dancing to music she heard in her mind. Her elf-body swayed and moved with completely fluid grace. Her muscles rippled beneath satin skin, her hair swung like silk with each movement of her head. Gavin watched, enthralled.

Robyn twirled and danced - the hemispheres of her breasts quivering with each movement. She turned - she bent at the waist, she caused her delicate ass cheeks to flex, one then the other. She turned again, then brought her hands up, caressing her belly as she reached up and fondled her firm breasts. Her thumbs teased her nipples, causing them to grow firm and erect, before she took them, in turn, into her mouth. Watching from the chair, Gavin felt himself getting more and more aroused. His cock growing harder as his eyes devoured Robyn's beautiful body, moving and writhing before him.

The Elf princess moved slowly now, turning her body around and around as she approached her man. When Gavin reached up for her, Robyn spun away, wagging her finger, "Not yet - you must beg for me, remember?" Just out of Gavin's reach, Robyn slowly crouched, her knees apart, her sweet pussy the center of Gavin's attention as she began moving her fingers in and out of her wet cunt. Robyn was sighing with pleasure as her fingers danced over her swollen clitoris, then slipped slowly into her eager pussy.

Gavin was fully erect now, his cock straining as he watched, hungrily, as his woman masturbated.

Robyn's eyes were blazing with passion now, she removed her fingers from her cunt and pressed them to her red lips, then into her mouth. She sucked and licked her fluid from her fingers, watching Gavin as he began to sweat. She straightened up and began dancing again, this time moving behind Gavin's chair. She stopped behind him and began caressing his shoulders with her hands. She leaned closer, her firm breasts pressing against Gavin's back, her hands sliding down to his chest, fingers playing with his nipples. "Are you ready to beg for me yet?" she whispered into his ear.

Gavin shook his head, not trusting his voice, he was not ready to beg - he was enjoying this game too much.

Robyn spun back to stand before him now, her fingers lightly caressing the scars on Gavin's face. She leaned toward him and kissed his face, her lips and tongue lingering on the hard scar tissue.

"Please - Robyn - I need you," Gavin finally yielded. 

Robyn pressed herself between his muscular thighs and dropped to her knees. Her eyes never leaving his, she took Gavin's rigid cock in her soft hands and began to slowly stroke it, bringing it to an even harder state of erection. When she was satisfied with Gavin's cock, she lowered her lips to the swollen head and kissed it.

Gavin never ceased to gasp when Robyn began sucking his cock, her lips and tongue were able to drive him mad with ecstasy - and she was doing just that.

Robyn's lips sealed around the head of Gavin's cock, her tongue sweeping across the tip before she lowered her head and took him fully into her mouth. She would not suck him to climax, she wanted to feel his cock deep in her cunt, but she would make certain that he was as hard as she could get him.

Gavin began thrusting his hips forward, sending his cock head into Robyn's tight throat.

When she felt him doing this, she opened her throat and swallowed him. Gavin tried to hold Robyn's head, wanting to cum into her sucking mouth, but she pulled his hands away and released his cock. "No, I want you deep inside me - I want you to fuck me Gavin, long and hard." Robyn breathed as she stood and turned to present her ass to his gaze.

Gavin knew what she wanted and took his stiff prick in his hand as Robyn settled back into his lap.

She felt the head of his cock open her lips, then enter her as she 

wriggled her hips, screwing Gavin's cock fully into her wet, steaming cunt.

As Robyn impaled herself on his cock, Gavin felt the tight grip of her amazing cunt as it clutched, first his cock head, then his throbbing shaft.

The heat of her pussy was incredible, Gavin groaned as he felt his cock being engulfed by it.

Robyn started moving, her legs lifting her up, then dropping her down again as she controlled the tempo and speed of their love making. Gavin lifted his hips each time Robyn lowered hers. Their bodies moved together in smooth rhythm.

Robyn sighed as Gavin's cock filled her, then began moaning as she felt her clitoris being caressed by Gavin's longer fingers. The nib of flesh was being pressed and manipulated while her cunt was being stretched and filled. Robyn was borne on a cloud of passion as Gavin thrust up into her. She felt Gavin's hands on her hips, felt herself being lifted and moved forward.

Gavin never took his cock from her as he lifted her, and himself, and moved to the floor, Robyn on her hands and knees. 

"Oh gods!" Robyn gasped as Gavin began driving his cock into her, harder and faster. She ground her ass back into him, feeling his coarse pubic hair tickle her ass as his heavy balls slapped against her clit. Gavin grabbed the firm cheeks of Robyn's ass and steadied her as his pounding cock became more savage. He grunted with each thrust, his muscles straining as he put more and more of his strength into the power of his cock.

Robyn threw her head from side to side, sweat beading on her soft skin as she ground her cunt back, bringing Gavin's raging cock even deeper into her tight, wet furnace.

Gavin slammed his cock into her once more, then suddenly pulled out.

"NO!" Robyn cried as she felt his wonderful cock leaving her hungry cunt. 

Gavin lifted Robyn and threw her on the bed. He, quickly, spread her silky thighs and plunged fell between them. His cock found her waiting cunt and he slammed into it with unerring accuracy, and merciless force. Robyn's legs wrapped around his waist as her nails raked his shoulders. Their bodies, once more, moved together as they drove each other higher and higher.

"YES!" Robyn cried, "FILL ME!" Her breasts quivered as Gavin assaulted her cunt with his raging cock.

They were both reaching the edge - Gavin's balls full and tight, Robyn's muscles flexed and taught. Their orgasms were building like a great, rapidly approaching tidal wave; huge, powerful, all engulfing. Gavin's balls cried out for release, his cock straining deep within Robyn's cunt.

Robyn's pussy lips, swollen and wet, clutched around Gavin's throbbing shaft.

They cried out as the tidal wave crashed upon them.

Gavin's cock pouring his seed into Robyn's hungry cunt.

Robyn's juices flowing like a river, mingling with Gavin's. Their mouths came together - their kiss was searing - their hands moved over each other as they came and came.

Bodies trembling, nerves a-tingle, muscles like water, their orgasms began to ebb.

Robyn's clutching cunt milked the last drops of semen from Gavin before he collapsed upon her.

Their breathing was ragged, their heartbeats rapid as a drum tattoo, their skin glistening with a thin film of sweat. They lay in each other's arms for long moments, exchanging tender touches, kisses and caresses as their breathing returned to normal.

With only a thin wall between them, the two couples did manage to fall asleep - the same could not be said for the guest in the third bedroom, he was awake most of the night. He left in the morning. After hearing the departing guest complain about the 'orgy' that kept him awake all night, and refunding the man's money, Garth was still smiling when he joined Jarveena, Robyn and Gavin for breakfast. 

"Oh well," Garth rubbed his hands together, "maybe I'm not cut out to be an innkeeper."

"Somehow that's not how I see you, my friend," Gavin said quietly, never cracking a smile (he seldom did anyway). "You're a sellsword, a warrior, that's really all you know, well all you can do well at least." 

"Now wait a minute Gavin," Jarveena interrupted, "he's real good at. . ." She realized what she was about to say. "Never mind." 

"Speaking of inn keeping," Garth said, "I have to visit Dargeth the Brewer this morning." He looked at Jarveena, "we're running low on the good ale." 

"Is that thieving old fool still brewing his swill?" Gavin asked, "Would you like some company?"

It was decided, Garth and Gavin would go to the brewer, and leave Robyn and Jarveena to their own devices.

Robyn was standing at the bedroom window, looking out at the town when she felt Jarveena behind her.

"You have beautiful hair, Robyn." Jarveena lightly stroked it. "Would you like me to plait it for you?"

Jarveena stood close behind the beautiful Elf, she could smell her clean fragrance, she could feel the heat of her body. She could not resist, she had to know if she would be spurned. Jarveena lightly rested her hands on Robyn's shoulders.




Sellsword Ch. 04



Castle Oakwood, Ancestral home of House Icefold, Wardens of The North of Terraria

It was the next day after we had returned to Castle Oakwood with the family of the now deceased Lord Rostak Brackon, who were now all Wards to Lord Robert Icefold, my friend and Warden of the North. 

I hadn't seen Serass since yesterday, as she was busy with Lady Catelyn Icefold making sure the women of whom were Wards had quarters, and roles to take upon at the castle.

All of Robert's vassal Lords had returned to their homes and lands, now that the war with House Brackon was over. 

Things had somewhat returned to normal here at Oakwood, Sir Reynolt was tutoring young Lord Michael Brackon in sword fighting, and he said that this morning she showed good promise, even remarking that his own father never took the time to teach him to wield a sword before.

According to Lady Catelyn, the women including Lady Juliet Brackon were coming to terms with their situation.

By mid-day Sir Reynolt had asked me to teach Michael how far Northmen fought, and I took the time to speak to him.

In the fighting yard, where the soldiers of House Icefold trained I saw him for the first time, frightened and scared.

I was carrying with me sparring swords, and training spears with no sharp end to them. I put them down on the snowy floor of the pen, and looked at him.

"Ma'lord, have you trained at all with swords before you did with Sir Reynolt this morning?"

I asked him.

Michael stood there, and swung his head.

"Alright then, the way far Northmen fight is different to this part of the North. Put it down to Clan life, but we usually fight with whatever we have at hand. That includes swords, maces, spears, axes and even daggers."

I picked up a sparring sword, but took up two for myself as a custom for Clansmen to fight with more than one weapon in battle.

"Clansmen fight with up to two weapons at a time that could be a pair of war axes, two swords, or even two maces at any one time. When you face an opponent who opts to use two weapons against you, the tactic is to disarm them first of at least one of those weapons to even up the odds against you."

I gripped the two short sparring swords in my hands, and stared at the young frightened youth.

"Now come at me with your sword, don't be afraid. We'll go slowly until you understand how to do it."

He slowly strode towards me holding the sword in hand, and when he saw me strode towards him with the two swords in hand he flinched.

"Be calm Michael, I am here to train you. You are a Ward, it is your duty to fight for the House you are a Ward to. Now I will come at you, try to block my strikes with your sword and when I present myself as a target attempt to knock one of the swords from my hand."

Slowly I moved raising my swords, and slowly bringing down towards him Michael shoved his sword in the way of mine, clashing against the steel. I then presented my right arm to him, extended holding the sword and he instinctively struck it with his sword. There was some pain, since it was a blunt edged sword striking my wrist but he was learning. I dropped the sword, not because I had to but the strike did loosen my grip of the sword.

"Good, now come at me. I am disarmed."

Michael unsteadily strode towards me bringing his sword down on me, and I blocked it, with a scrape of metal upon metal.

He did strike hard, but showed no malice on his face.

"Good, that covers two weapons at a time. We will do it faster tomorrow, so you get used to the speed of real melee."

We then went over how to use a spear or pike properly, when facing a charge of horsed men.

He got the hang of the routine, from me calling out 'Calvary charge' which as he was instructed he got down on one knee and aimed the spike towards me simulating that the horses were coming towards him. He learnt fast, eventually he was moving into position faster than I've seen some spear-men do in real battle.

Finally we covered archery, using targets made of straw we trained for another hour until Michael was able to hit a target from a good distance, and still make that kill shot needed.

"Good lad, we'll pick this up later. You go on and eat, you've earned it."

Michael was even smiling as I spoke to him, actually happier perhaps. He ran for the great hall where lunch was being served to the Royal Household, and their Wards.

I made my way there, and Robert was speaking to Lady Juliet as they ate. It seemed amicable, no deathly stares or malice in her eyes as she sat wearing a purple dress, eating Boar. 

Robert saw me, and smiled.

"Koran, come on in. We were just sitting down for supper."

He was calling me Koran around the Wards, and the hand maidens of the castle since they all agreed to not speak of my real name to anyone outside of its walls.

I had changed into a simple tunic, and breaches. I had left my armor, and weapons in the training yard.

"Thank you, ma'lord."

I said sitting down at the table, as a servant brought over a plate of steaming, roast Boar and a goblet of wine. 

But on Robert's merry, friendly instructions he asked the servant to fetch another flagon of wine just for me.

I began to drink my wine, and eat the Boar which was succulent and tender.

Sir Reynolt joined us, sitting next to me as servant brought his food, and a goblet of wine.

"How did the lad do this afternoon?"

He asked me drinking his wine.

"Good, he's a natural with the spear and coming on good with bow and arrow. It will take him time to master swords I think, to get used to being so close to someone and having to kill them first."

I answered.

"Yeah the lad flinched every time I came at him, but he'll learn just like you and Robert did."

I looked at Robert, seeming happy having a full castle once more even with them all being Wards.

"He seems happier, doesn't he?"

Reynolt asked me, filling his goblet with more wine.

"He avoided killing women and children, that's got to be an achievement of something."

Reynolt laughed.

"That's not what I meant, after Willem died these halls were empty until Lady Catelyn came from the south bringing some normality to the castle again. He was laughing again, eating again, because of her. She put some kindness into his heart, maybe it was her and not you or I that convinced him to spare the Brackon family."

It was then that I noticed Lady Catelyn at Robert's side laughing with the Brackon children, even speaking to Lady Juliet.

A kind hearted soul, enough to convince a warrior like Robert to enjoy life once more, instead of always taking up the sword. Maybe it was her thinking that made him speak as he did last night when we drank.

"She gave him some humanity, I reckon. It was probably always there, but it took Lady Catelyn to bring it out of him."

Reynolt went on explaining.

"A true Lord, like his father."

Reynolt nodded.

"In some ways, in others perhaps not. Willem grew weary, tired before he passed. Speaking of all the things he missed, he loved his whores believe me, but he always wanted one woman, just one to be in his life. Every time he had one, she didn't live long enough for that to happen. The man regretted not searching for another wife, but he loved his children, even those he had with whores. Unlike his father, Robert has found his woman. By the God and Goddess I just hope she can stay with him for the rest of the lad's life."

We ate some more Boar, and I spoke to Reynolt again.

"Did Willem fear House Brackon even before his death?"

Reynolt was biting into some crackling and nodded.

"He feared Rostak's influence with other Northern Houses, but he was too ill to really be able to counter it. He told me once, he hoped Robert was better suited for the task when it came about. It did, and Robert proved himself a reliable Lord. Willem would not have killed the Brackon family either, he would have thought of making them Wards as well. Like father like son."

I smiled, Reynolt held Robert in the same respect as his old friend Willem.

"Makes you wonder, what the south will think of all of this. These feuds, vendettas. Would King Terrin really think of replacing House Icefold as Wardens?"

I asked.

"They weren't thinking of replacing Willem, he found that out through his spies. But Robert, he did fear once he passed they would replace his son. But after the Brackon war, I think the south is content knowing it's in safe hands. King Terrin is riding for Oakwood within the fortnight."

That came as a surprise, the King visiting since the season wasn't over yet.

"Why so urgent? He was supposed to visit once the season was over."

"Probably to see the state of House Brackon, they were almost as powerful as the Warden's own House remember. He probably wants to see the state of things up here for himself, to know things are calm and he needn't worry his arse down in the capital."

I thought of it, I had heard of King Terrin was ill and near death just a season ago. I wondered if it was true, since Reynolt spoke so highly of Robert's spies in the capital.

"Wasn't the King ill for a while, they thought he was a death's door?"

Reynolt nodded.

"He came down with a fever, he was bedridden for near on a month. Some feared exiled members of the monarchy would come to take the throne, or install his sister Erin in his place but he bounced back as those southern pansies always do. Now we hear he's as healthy as ever, a good thing too. Terrin isn't the best king Terraria has had, but he's certainly not the worst. It's been peaceful under his reign, he's not been too aggressive with his taxes nor mustered his forces against anyone who slighted him or the crown. Had he died, I heard Erin's supporters wanted to bring back the Old Days, where Lords could enact their right to bed with any woman they wished in their lands, even on their wedding day. Terrin would never condone that, knowing how the people and some Lords like Robert would have felt if they brought back that practice."

I nodded.

"A return to the civil-war times."

Reynolt nodded, smiling as she shoved a fork of boar into his mouth.

"No one wants to see Terraria return to those days, the war cost many lives, almost destroyed a dynasty on the throne. Terrin obviously doesn't want that, which is why he's bringing his bony southern arse up here to see things are in check up here. Mind you he is bringing that gorgeous wife of his, Queen Tali. God I've seen her when Willem visited the capital on matters of the realm and she is a beauty, Koran. No idea how the old bastard got her, but she is from one of the oldest noble Houses in all of Terraria, and young to boot."

Reynolt was enjoying talking with me, he never had to hide anything from out of fear of me alerting anyone, even when I was younger he used to talk of whores and the pleasures a man can enjoy.

"How young is she?"

Reynolt giggled like a young squire again, drinking his wine.

"Just twenty three seasons old, ripe and ready for plucking."

I laughed.

"By the God and Goddess, Terrin must be like sixty three by now. How did he get such a young bride?"

Reynolt knew all the gossip.

"He only married her five years ago, when she turned eighteen years in age. Must have been the throne that enticed her family, to part with her. Mind you she does come from a wealthy House, a vassal to the Protector of the South. I'm sure the Warden there, did his matchmaking and convinced her father to marry her off to the old fool. To strengthen links between the crown and the South."

"What about Lady Catelyn, her House. House Seamore, are they wealthy or an old House?" 

I asked hoping Reynolt would not tell Robert, I asked such questions. But then again Reynolt had been calling the King himself a number of profanities himself, so I didn't worry.

"Seamore is an old House, in the south just outside of the capital. Not particularly wealthy, but I don't think Robert was thinking of that when he proposed to Catelyn. He met her when he made his own patronage to the capital, to see the King. He met her in court, and you could tell he fell in love with her immediately. Some spoke negatively of Seamore, but it was an ancient respected noble House back in King Merrar's day. They were loyal in the civil-war, and so the King gave them more lands in thanks. Since then, they've stayed out of people's way, a vassal to the Warden in the south. That can be respected, never harboring intentions of knocking off their Liege Lord's House like Rostak did. From good stock, Lady Catelyn is from."

Reynolt was shoving roasted vegetables into his mouth, as Michael sat next to me and smiled.

"Thank you for the training this afternoon, Sir Candon."

I smiled back.

"Lad, I'm no Knight. You may call me Koran, lad."

"Koran, thank you."

I nodded.

"You're welcome Lord Brackon."

Lord Brackon was offered some wine, and drank down a goblet of it as he began to eat next to me and Sir Reynolt.

"My father never taught me anything, he used to just drink and sleep around behind my mother's back."

This took me and Reynolt by surprise, as the young Lord saw us staring at him.

"He'd take whores into his chambers, when mother was with my sisters. Whenever I asked to be trained in warfare, he told me it was never needed. Even when our Castellan recommended that I was tutored, my father didn't care."

There was silence at our end of the table, and so I spoke.

"Ma'lord, you will learn not be like your father with me and Sir Reynolt, and even Lord Icefold tutoring you. You will rebuild House Brackon in the way you see fit, better than your father did and serve loyally as vassal to House Icefold. You will not become your father, you will become a Lord responsible for many people under your charge, and you'll protect them. You will be merciful, but also stern when you must."

Michael never looked at me, but nodded.

"My father was too stern at times."

He added.

As me and Reynolt listened, Michael went on.

"He had our Castellan killed, for questioning him about tutoring me. He was a good man, he just wanted what was needed for me to learn, and yet my father beheaded him for it."

How in the name of the God and Goddess, did Robert not hear of this or at least Willem depending on when this happened.

"He had one of his women, a whore killed for birthing him a child. He called it a bastard, and that he had no place in Southwood. She was beheaded, and the child was shipped off to a family in Northport."

Reynolt and I were silent, hearing of the atrocities that happened in the halls of Southwood.

"He even had my dog killed, telling me a child had no need of one. That it wasted the castle's provisions, he only did it after he kicked him and he was bitten for it. My sister's had a handmaiden, she accidentally spilt wine on him at a gathering, and he had his guards take her out to whip her, before she just disappeared."

"By the God and Goddess lad, why didn't anyone come to Lord Icefold and tell us of this?"

Reynolt asked him, distraught.

Michael looked up at us both.

"Because everyone feared what would happen to them, if they stepped out of line."

I learned in close to the young Lord.

"You are not your father Michael, and you won't become him if you learn, let us tutor you. You will never be what he was, I swear it to you."

He nodded, and thanked us as we all continued eating together.

Robert called down the table to me.

"Koran, can we speak outside please?"

I nodded.

"Of course ma'lord."

I said and stood, and followed Robert as he stood out of the hall and into the courtyard. There was no more snow falling, but it was very cold still.

"My father appreciated everything you ever did for our House."

Robert said, as he stared out into the castle courtyard.

"He was a good man, I feel it was an honor to serve with him for so long."

I answered showing the respect I truly felt for his father.

"But he never gave you what he should have, Koran."

I was a bit out of sorts, not understanding what Robert was referring to.

"What more could I ask for, other than serving a good man, a good Warden."

Robert smiled behind his beard, and turned to me.

"A Knighthood Koran, become a Lord of your own. You served my House faithfully for long enough as just another soldier, you deserve your own lands and title."

I was shocked, my mouth open in surprise. I was a lowly Clansman, I could never claim any title or a House of my own, unless by Royal decree.

"Ma'lord, I cannot take any lands or call my own House. I cannot be a Lord."

I answered stuttering.

"Unless by Royal decree, in my courier's letter to the King I asked him for his blessing in me knighting you, he gave his consent."

I was shocked, I gripped a nearby wall for balance. Even my own father, a Clan leader never thought he'd ever see the day one of his own sons would become a Lord.

Out of nowhere one of Robert's squires came forth, and handed him his broadsword.

"Kneel, Koran."

With shaking, quaking legs I knelt in front of my Liege Lord and bowed my head in respect.

Gently he tapped the tip of his sword first on my left shoulder, and spoke.

"As of this day, you are no longer Koran Candon but Lord Candon of the noble House of Candon, of the Northern Kingdom of Terraria. This is hereby recognized by King Terrin, first of his name of the Terrarian crown and legally I give my consent as your Liege Lord to knight you on this day. You are hereby from this day, a vassal to House Icefold and under its protection and tutelage."

The tip of his sword touched my right shoulder next.

"Rise Sir Koran Candon, of House Candon."

Slowly on shaking legs, I stood and looked up at Robert seeing Sir Reynolt at his side, a few soldiers who were here to witness the anointment, and even Lady Catelyn was standing alongside the Brackon family, even Michael.

Everyone was in on the secret, except me.

Everyone began to clap, Sir Reynolt smiling behind his own beard clapping his hands furiously. Sir Reynolt Tollar was a knight, anointed with a noble House of his own. It was founded almost fifty years ago, when Willem knighted him after a battle and awarded him some lands east of Southwood, but his responsibilities were to House Icefold as Castellan, and also to his own people and lands.

Robert stepped forwards, handing his sword back to the soldier who held it for him.

"You're a knight now, protected by the Warden of the North. It protects you from the south at least, and the King signed has off on it which means Torod's family and supporters haven't spoken to him yet. You will have lands north of here, in your own heartland. Where your Clans reside, you will be their leader and their Lord. You will lead them, and serve the realm of Terraria and House Icefold. King Terrin is riding for Oakwood, and will be here within a fortnight. You must be suitable for an attendance with him, as a new anointed knight. He's made it clear he wishes to see you personally."

Then it hit me, noble Lord that I was now. I could not marry Serass, she was a commoner and a Lord would bring great shame on their House, even a new one such as House Candon by marrying one.

It hit me like an anvil on my chest, and with everyone around us clapping and congratulating me, even calling me Lord Candon I needed air. But I could not refuse the feast that Robert had put on for the occasion, and then I saw her. A face of ice and snow, staring back at me in a blue dress. 

Her flame red hair braided and flowing down her chest, staring at me with hatred.

Serass, was stood on a nearby balcony watching me.

She knew what me being knighted truly meant, she and I would never be able to marry.

She soon disappeared, and Robert rallied everyone into the great hall for the feast. In the matter of time stepping out with Robert, when he knighted me to re-entering the hall, the table was now piled high with wines, food and delicacies we only saw served on special occasions.




Sellsword Ch. 04



Robert had me sat to his right, Reynolt next to me and Lady Catelyn to his left holding his hand.

Serass was nowhere at the feast, and I ate quietly trying to appear happy and elated at my new anointment.

An hour or two passed, we had drank through flagons of Clan ale, and southern wines.

Eventually with Robert very well sloshed from his drinking presented me with a shield, freshly forged and an accompanying broadsword. One made specifically to his measurements, and a sigil fashioned onto the shield. My sigil, of House Candon. It was a pair of snow-capped mountains, with a single black crow between them with its wings open. 

The black crow was the sigil of the Clans in the far North, and we usually had them imprinted on banners and flags. 

The sword had the same crow carving, on the hilt of the weapon.

Eventually Robert excused himself, to use the latrine and I stepped outside into the snow gardens. Aptly named since almost any time of the year, the gardens were either covered in show, or cold from the northern chills.

There was no falling snow luckily, and I stood staring out into the gardens. Lady Catelyn had given me a gift at the feast, a broach with my new sigil on it that I was now wearing on my tunic.

I was quite surprised to see her striding over to me, and standing at my side.

"Ma'lady."

I said simply.

"Lord Candon."

There was a pause, as we both stared out into the garden together.

"I've noticed a change in Serass's behavior, Koran."

She said simply, not turning to face me to speak.

"A change, ma'lady?"

Then she did it, turning to face me with her piercing hazel eyes.

"I know Robert sprang his anointment on you, without any warning. He did not see what others see like myself."

I looked into her hazel eyes, she was still a beauty in her early thirties. Still young enough to bear Robert heirs, and a healthy big family to fill these halls once again.

"What do you see, ma'lady?"

I asked gently.

"That Serass is in love with you, and you are in love with her. That your anointment means for that child, the loss of what she truly wants with you. She cannot marry you, nor can you marry her. The North can be a harsh world, for someone as young as her."

I said nothing, but listened to Lady Catelyn.

"She fell in love with a Clansman, a true warrior and a just man. Now she is in love with a Lord, who cannot be with her. I am sure that has broken her heart in so many places."

I sighed, turning to look into the snow gardens again.

"I never meant to hurt her, I made her a promise and now that promise is broken. I am a terrible man."

Lady Catelyn placed her hand on my shoulder.

"No, not a terrible man. But just a man and men can be broken by so many things in this world."

"I love her, ma'lady."

Catelyn nodded, and squeezed my shoulder.

"I know you do, I've seen that child watch you, stare at you for hours on end. She may not say it, but she shows her feelings for you. She wears her emotions on her sleeve sadly, and that means she can be hurt so very easily by them."

Catelyn looked into my eyes. 

"You did something for that young girl, not many in this world would ever do for her. There is no true justice, but you gave her that justice and she fell for you because of that. It's not uncommon, it does happen. I don't think many could write a tale of a respected, warrior clansman like you and a lowly girl like her falling in love. Bards could write poems of your love."

Tears began to fill my eyes, and I wiped them away.

"I hurt her, I never believed I could ever do that to her. I didn't mean for that to happen."

Catelyn squeezed my shoulder again.

"Sometimes things can destroy our hopes, our dreams of a life with someone we truly wish to live our life out with. Robert is a good man, and that is why I love him, but he is still sometimes blind to the most obvious of signs in front of him."

I lowered my head, and began to cry. By the God and Goddess, a man like me crying.

"I don't want to be a Lord, I want to be a clansman until my death. I want to grow old with her."

Catelyn was even wiping a tear from her eyes.

"I am so sorry Koran, I truly am. But that cannot happen now, I am so very sorry."

There was a silence, only with my crying until Catelyn spoke once more.

"You must tell her Koran, she deserves to know the truth."

I followed Catelyn's eyes staring off ahead of us, and there in the snow garden as fresh show fell onto her stood Serass crying.

"You have a duty to carry out, show her you still have honor and courage."

And with that parting comment, Lady Catelyn was gone and I looked at Serass.

I wiped my tears away, and stepped down from the stone balcony into the garden and walked towards Serass who turned her face away from me, her pale skin contrasting with the snow that fell onto us both. Her red hair braided, swaying in the winds down her chest and her piercing ocean blue eyes moist with tears.

"Serass."

I said with a quivering voice.

"No, please don't do this Koran—"

She tried to protest but I gently took her face into my hands, my scarred and cut hands and pulled her in to kiss her warm lips.

"I am so sorry Serass."

Serass was kissing me back, but began to push me away.

"No, you promised. You promised me!"

She shouted, and we kissed again as she pounded on my chest with her fists.

"I love you Serass."

But she was not listening, she knew the truth and what was going to happen now with me.

She pushed me away, tears cascading down her pale cheeks over her freckles and she slapped me with such force across my face, I stumbled backwards.

I was rooted to the floor staring at her, as I held my hand to my warm cheek.

"You broke your promise, Koran. You tell me if you promise something, you always follow through. But you don't, you broke your bloody promise to me! I never want to see you again, stay away from me please!"

She strode out through the snow, and pulled her shawl up over her head and disappeared into the castle grounds.

"Serass—"

I began to say in a whisper, and began to cry and instinctively I began to punch the nearest thing I could find. A low bearing stone wall, I didn't stop punching it, until my knuckles were bloody and torn, old wounds reopening and new ones appeared.

I went to see the castle's medicine man, named Rowley who saw to my wounded, bloody knuckles.

He asked how I had injured myself, I told him I fell down some steps and fell face first into a wall, with my fists clenched.

He asked no more, and wrapped my knuckles and gave me an ointment to heal the open wounds.

When I returned to the feast, Robert drunkenly asked how I had hurt myself. I told him I was so drunk, I stumbled down a staircase on my way to the privy and crashed my knuckles into a wall.

But Lady Catelyn clutching her husband's hand looked at me sadly, and knew the truth. Knowing what I had said to Serass, and what had transpired and how I reacted like any, old warrior would which was to hit the nearest, non-living thing to get my anger, my rage out.

Now I had to contend with seeing Serass around Oakwood, knowing I can never be with her in my life, and the King would be here in a fortnight for his annual visit to the north. My life couldn't get any worse, than it already was seeing Serass and being unable to kiss her, and be with her.

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Sellsword Ch. 04



The Elf's skin was warm and smooth as the finest silk. Jarveena's fingers moved lightly down Robyn's arms, feeling the strong, supple muscles that twitched slightly beneath her fair skin.

Robyn sighed as Jarveena's hands moved down her arms and pulled her back, to lean against Jarveena's bosom. Her breasts were firm and warm, with hard nipples that pressed into Robyn's shoulder blades. Jarveena moved her hands over to Robyn's smoothly rounded hips, then slid around to rest on her hard, flat belly. Muscles twitched and rippled beneath Jarveena's touch. She bent her head to rest her lips on Robyn's neck.

Robyn did not move away.

Jarveena's kiss was light, tentative, exploratory. Her lips felt the softness of Robyn's skin, her tongue tasted it as she gently flicked it over Robyn's skin.

"Why do you do this?" Robyn sighed, leaning back a little, the better to feel Jarveena's breasts in her back.

"Desire, Robyn. You are so beautiful, so desirable. Have you never been with a woman?" Jarveena's hands moved upward, the soft cloth of Robyn's shift sliding beneath her fingers until she reached the warm under swell of Robyn's firm breasts. There, Jarveena stopped, letting Robyn adjust to the feel of her hands on her breasts.

The Elf princess drew in her breath - doubts flew across her mind, then images of the two of them locked in a passionate embrace shown before her mind's eye. In spite of her doubts, Robyn felt her nipples tighten and begin to swell. Her body was responding to Jarveena's advances. "Do you want me to stop?" Jarveena asked in a soft whisper, her lips to Robyn's ear.

Robyn said nothing for a long moment, her breasts were rising and falling with each, deep, breath she took. "No," she finally responded, her own hands covering Jarveena's and moving them up to cup and fondle her breasts.

Jarveena's heart leaped as she felt Robyn's erect nipples beneath her palms. She began kissing Robyn's neck and shoulders as her hands paid homage to Robyn's firm breasts.

Robyn could feel her knees weakening, her heart racing, her pussy lips growing wetter and wetter. She realized that she needed this woman, desired her as much as she was the object of Jarveena's desire. But, was she ready for this?

Jarveena's hands grew more active, her palms moving in circles over Robyn's breasts, then moving, ever so slowly, downward. Her hands reached Robyn's hard, flat belly - Jarveena's fingers kneaded and caressed the flesh beneath them as Robyn's breathing became more rapid. Robyn reached back and placed her hands on Jarveena's hips, rubbing them gently and grinding her own hips.

Jarveena's hands slipped to Robyn's waist, her fingers clawing the fabric of Robyn's shift upward, lifting it above her knees, over the satin flesh of her trembling thighs. At last the cloth was gathered at Robyn's waist - exposing her to Jarveena's inquisitive hands. Jarveena moved a hand lower, over the swell of Robyn's Venus Mound to the top of her slit. 

"OH!" Robyn gasped, as Jarveena found her clitoris. 

Jarveena's fingers moved up and down Robyn's pussy, touching, caressing, stroking, probing, until Robyn was dripping wet, and squirming in anticipation. Her finger probed between Robyn's swollen pussy lips. They parted in invitation. First one finger slipped into Robyn's tight cunt, feeling the hot, wet grip of Robyn's inner muscles. A second finger moved slowly, tenderly sliding alongside the first as it, too, found its way into Robyn's steaming cunt.

The Elf beauty melted back against Jarveena as she felt herself surrender to this seduction. She was prepared to give herself over to Jarveena, prepared to accept her as a lover, as Jarveena was prepared to take her as one. With a sigh, Robyn turned and let Jarveena take her into her arms. Their lips met, passion and desire flowed between them as their tongues flicked and danced together.

Jarveena's hands pushed Robyn's shift from her shoulders, revealing her heaving breasts. She bent her head and took Robyn's nipple into her mouth. Robyn's hands held Jarveena's head to her breast, letting the suckling sensation overwhelm her.

"To the bed," Jarveena murmured, moving them toward the large bed. They fell onto the mattress and began to undress each other - kissing and caressing every part that they exposed.

Nude, they pressed their bodies together, each letting their smooth skin glide over the other as their lips melted together in a kiss of pent up desire. Their hands explored each other, caressing, feeling, touching and fondling breasts, thighs and ass cheeks.

Jarveena's fingers returned to Robyn's wet pussy and slipped inside. As she began moving her fingers in and out, Robyn gasped, then ground her cunt against Jarveena's hand.

As passion engulfed her, Robyn began to caress and probe Jarveena's body, moving over her firm breasts, then down her taut belly to the cleft between her silken thighs. Robyn's fingers soon discovered that Jarveena was as wet as she was. Her fingers slipped inside and were clutched by Jarveena's furnace like cunt.

Their first orgasms came quickly and at about the same time. Their bodies quivered and trembled as a wave of pleasure washed over them. Jarveena, more experienced at this than her new lover, moved her mouth to Robyn's breasts, licking and sucking them in turn before letting her lips move downward, her tongue tracing a wet trail to Robyn's navel. Jarveena let the tip of her tongue tarry there, flicking in and out of the delicate indentation. As Jarveena's mouth moved downward, the scent of Robyn's passion caressed her nostrils.

Robyn was caught up in sensual bliss, her legs scissored then parted as Jarveena's face moved between them.

When Jarveena's lips reached Robyn's throbbing clitoris, she took it between her teeth and nibbled on it, then flicked the tip of her tongue across it, sending Robyn into a frenzy of ecstasy. The beautiful Elf moved her body to position her head at Jarveena's crotch. She pressed her face to Jarveena's downy pubic hair and inhaled the woman-scent that rose from the moist slit that was now being revealed to her.

Jarveena parted her legs to allow Robyn to press her mouth to her waiting pussy.

Sighs and moans of pleasure mixed with the wet sounds of licking and sucking to fill the bedroom, while the aroma of passion hung in the air. Jarveena's practiced tongue flicked over Robyn's clitoris, then probed into her cunt, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through Robyn's body. She pressed her face tightly against Robyn's wet pussy, running her tongue up and down her slit. Her face was glistening with Robyn's moisture as she pressed her mouth to the sweet, hot, petals of Robyn's cunt, savoring every fold of hot, wet flesh.

Robyn learned quickly - responding to Jarveena, she sent her tongue moving over and around Jarveena's clitoris, then in and out of her tight cunt - like a tiny cock. Her fingers quickly joined her tongue as she began to lick and finger Jarveena, urging her higher and higher. A moan escaped Jarveena's lips when she felt Robyn's finger enter her, then move in and out. She followed suit, plunging two fingers into Robyn's steaming furnace, and rubbing her thumb over the nib of her clit as well. The women felt their orgasms rising inside them. They drove each other closer and closer to the edge, each seeking to amplify the intensity of the others climax. Mouths, lips, tongues and fingers all sought to; pleasure the others pussy and draw out the agony of orgasm as long as possible.

As they reached a crescendo, both women climaxed - their tongues greedily drinking up the juices of the other, savoring each sweet drop as their bodies quaked and shook.

Jarveena lifted her head and drew a deep breath. Robyn did the same, and both women rolled away to lay on their backs, legs open, cunts dripping wet. Their breasts heaved and their nipples were still erect.

"Was it what you thought it would be?" Jarveena asked, her hand gently caressing Robyn's thigh.

"I didn't know what to expect - but I never expected such a total, all consuming experience." She returned Jarveena's caresses, gently stroking her thigh with her fingertips.

"How do you feel?" Jarveena asked, softly.

Robyn smiled, "Exhausted."

They lay there for long moments before Robyn spoke again. "How does Garth feel about your - escapades?" she asked, moving to look at Jarveena.

Jarveena laughed, taking Robyn's hands in hers, "I love Garth, and he loves me. He knows that my, escapades, are simply sex. He's joined in on more than one occasion. He has not asked me not to have an adventure now and then. If he does, then I will become his alone." She propped herself up on her elbows and went on. "By the same token, I have never asked that Garth be faithful only to me. Nor would I ever ask that of him." The clatter of wagon wheels in the courtyard announced the return of Gavin and Garth.

"Will you tell Gavin?"

"Yes," Robyn said simply.

"Will he be angry?"

"No, he will understand. He knows that I am an Elf, and among my kind, there is no shame or guilt in a sexual encounter." The women met their respective mates at the door of the storeroom.

Garth looked at Jarveena's face and knew she and Robyn had been together.

Robyn looked at Gavin and smiled.

"Been up to your Elvish ways again?" he smiled, caressing Robyn's cheek lovingly. "You do have good taste," he laughed. The four of them had a hearty laugh and went into the common room for an ale.

"You are in grave danger, Gavin of Stygia," the tall, black clad man said quietly from a dark corner of the room.

Gavin's hand moved to his sword.

"Stay your hand, wizard - I am not your foe," the voice continued. 

Jarveena recognized the Master Assassin, "He is called The Jackal, and he is our friend."

The stranger stepped from the shadows, "I am, My Lady, and I bring ill tidings."

Garth motioned the assassin to a table where he could sit with his back to a wall.

"You flee the priests of Set, do you not?" he asked Gavin.

Gavin said nothing.

"Remain silent if you must then," the man continued. "Three more priests have been dispatched to destroy you. They are in Galoria now. They hope to find some trace of you from the ones you left dead." "How can they find out anything?" Garth began.

"Necromancy." Gavin said, not explaining anything further. 

"The High Priest has engaged a necromancer." The Jackal confirmed. "She is called Alexandra, a most powerful sorceress and completely evil. Even we of the Brotherhood fear her."

Gavin leaned forward, "She can draw information from a corpse - that is one of the things a necromancer does. She can also animate the dead." Gavin considered for a moment, "She will be a deadly foe." 

The Jackal stood to take his leave, as he walked to the door he turned, "Gavin of Stygia, you are friend to friends of mine. My Brothers and I will try to keep you informed. We cannot take up arms for you, but neither will we accept fee from Stygia or the necromancer. You have the word of the Brotherhood."

He was through the door and gone in an instant. 

"Galoria is a fortnight from here," Garth said. "That gives us some time to prepare."

Leagues to the east, lies the port city of Galoria. It is a place where gold will buy anything - from food and lodging, to human life. In a dark chamber, deep beneath an old warehouse a woman sits. She is a startling beauty; hair like spun copper, piercing green eyes and a sensuous mouth with full red lips. She sits wrapped in a velvet cloak of deep green. She sits waiting.

"They have arrived mistress," a servant announced, bowing deeply and avoiding the woman's eyes.

"Send them to me," the woman commanded.

Four creatures, clad in hooded black robes entered the chamber, they were carrying a oblong object, wrapped in dusty linen. 

"Place it on the stone," the woman directed, pointing imperiously to a low flat altar in the center of the chamber.

The creatures did as they were ordered, then withdrew, backing out with their heads lowered.

The woman rose and approached the altar, her legs exposed as the robe opened. When she reached the altar she clapped twice. 

At her summons, three men appeared. By their robes, they were priests, by the tattoos covering their faces, they were Stygian. 

"This will be the means by which Gavin of Stygia shall be destroyed," she said. As she spoke she tore open the wrappings to reveal a partially decayed body - a body that in life had been a woman. The Stygians looked on as the woman removed the wrappings and what was left of the funereal clothes.

"Bring the surrogate forward," she commanded, clapping her hands three times.

In a moment a young woman was dragged into the chamber. She was chained, hand and foot, and gagged. Her eyes were wide with unspeakable terror. The woman pointed and her servants chained the young woman beside the corpse, and ordered them from the chamber.

"We can now begin the ritual," she said, shrugging off her cape to stand, naked, beside the altar. 

She reached out and one of the priests placed a long, black knife in her hand. With a deft stroke, she split open the chest of the corpse then removed the dusty remains of what had been her internal organs. Slowly, she let the dusty remains drop into a golden chalice, chanting arcane words as she did so. She turned to the chained up young woman - all the while chanting - and placed the point of the knife to the woman's right wrist. With a flick of the knife, a vein was opened and the young woman's blood flowed into the chalice. The necromancer stirred the mixture with the tip of the knife until a thick, black paste formed in the chalice. As she chanted the paste grew in volume until it filled the cup.

The chamber was silent, the necromancer had stopped chanting. She moved to the corpse and, with her finger, traced some of the paste on the eyes, nose, ears and lips of the shriveled body. She began chanting again as she applied more of the paste to, what had been, the corpse's genitals. Slowly, chanting all the while, the necromancer rubbed the paste on, between and around the vaginal lips. The last of the paste was applied to the remains of the corpse's breasts and nipples. When she was done, the necromancer turned to the young woman chained to the altar.

"You will live forever," she said as she plunged the knife into the young woman's chest, and opened an incision through which she extracted her, still beating, heart.

Chanting steadily, the necromancer thrust the heart into the cavity she had opened in the corpse. She stepped back and waited. After long moments, a change began to take place. The dried, decayed flesh that had been stretched over the dead skeleton became fuller - the stolen heart began to beat slowly within the dead chest. Minutes stretched into hours as the transformation from, desiccated, decayed corpse, to fully fleshed body continued. The necromancer kept chanting and from time to time called to the corpse. 

"Brianna - Brianna of Antigoni, hear me," the necromancer intoned, then sprinkled more herbs on the body.

Outside, dawn was approaching, but within the dark chamber the only light was from the brazier that stood near the altar. The chanting and calling continued. The three Stygians were beginning to doubt that these efforts would succeed.

"Brianna - Brianna of Antigoni - hear me," the woman called again.

A low moan escaped the lips of the corpse.

All eyes were focused on the altar - on the corpse that was now breathing - the corpse, once dry and decayed, that now looked alive and vibrant. 

"Alexandra," one of the Stygians whispered. "It would appear that you have succeeded."

The necromancer nodded and reached out her hand to the resurrected woman. 

"Come to me Brianna of Antigoni."

The woman sat up, slowly, a confused expression on her pretty face and a look of fear in her eyes.

Alexandra helped her sit up and move her legs over the edge of the altar. The young woman, Brianna, was beautiful. Her, now supple, skin was fair, her eyes dark brown and her hair flaxen. Her breasts, young and proud, rose and fell with each breath, their nipples dark. Brianna's legs were long and shapely, their muscles regaining tone with each minute. 

"She will soon be ready," Alexandra announced. "She must first be trained, and bound to me." She turned to the three priests, "You may leave me now, after you have paid the agreed upon fee for my work to this point." 

The Stygians bowed stiffly, one took a large purse from beneath his robe and placed it on the low table. "You will find it all there - should you count it," he commented, following his comrades out of the chamber. 

As the door clicked shut, Alexandra spoke a word in an arcane tongue and clapped her hands, three times.

From behind the altar came four creatures - human, but not living. Zombies, walking dead. These were not resurrected, merely animated, and they would do Alexandra's bidding without question or comment. The girl looked at Alexandra, her fear filled eyes looking up and down the beautiful body of the necromancer. When she looked into Alexandra's penetrating eyes, she knew.

Alexandra's eyes burned as she looked deep inside Brianna, "You are my servant, you are my tool, you will do as I bid you. Do you understand me?" Her words were hypnotic.

Brianna simply nodded.

"Now you will pleasure me." Alexandra walked to her couch and lay back on the soft green velvet. "Come," she commanded. 

Brianna, her legs still weak and unsteady, made her way to Alexandra's couch, then stood there waiting to be told what to do. Alexandra bid her lick and suckle her nipples.

Brianna knelt beside the couch and took Alexandra's nipple into her mouth. Instinct took over - Brianna began sucking one, then the other, until Alexandra's nipples stood erect from her breasts. Alexandra moaned slightly as the girls lips caressed her firm breasts, licking and sucking her nipples to their full, proud length. As Brianna began attending to Alexandra's breasts, the zombies began ravaging the lifeless form that lay chained on the altar. They took turns, each getting the chance to fuck the dead girls pussy, her mouth and her ass.

Had Brianna been other than a thrall herself, she would have been revolted by the scene, as it was, she had no mind, nor will, of her own - she was a creature of the necromancer.

Alexandra, too, ignored the scene that unfolded on the altar, her attention was fixed on the pleasure that Brianna's lips were bestowing on her.

"Yes, my child, suckle my breasts, lick them," she purred, her hands moving down between her legs to feel the hot, wetness of her hungry cunt. The necromancer squirmed on her velvet couch, her fingers probing the steaming depths of her pussy as Brianna's lips moved over her heaving breasts. She grabbed Brianna's head and moved it down, wanting her between her thighs, needing to feel her mouth on her pussy. Brianna offered no resistance as her head was moved to Alexandra's, wet, aching slit.

"Now pleasure my pussy, Brianna, lick and suck my cunt." The reanimated Brianna did as Alexandra had instructed her. She sucked the necromancer's clitoris into her mouth and began flicking the tip of her tongue back and forth across it.

Alexandra gasped as the first waves of pleasure coursed through her body. 

Her thighs began to caress Brianna's face with their silken flesh. Brianna pressed her mouth tighter to Alexandra's cunt, her tongue moving between her swollen cunt lips, then delving inside Alexandra's eager pussy. The aroma of Alexandra's lust caressed Brianna's nostrils, urging her to move her face around, gathering Alexandra's wetness until her lips, chin and cheeks glistened with the necromancer's slick, sweet juices. As Alexandra writhed about on the couch, Brianna slid her hands beneath the necromancer's ass, lifting her hips and tilting her legs backward. Brianna extended the scope of her licking as the tip of her tongue found, and probed Alexandra's tight, puckered ass.




Sellsword Ch. 04



Alexandra moaned in delight as Brianna licked her from her clitoris to her ass hole, and back. She could feel her orgasm building quickly, her cunt lips swelling, her clitoris throbbing. She held Brianna's head tight to her spasming cunt as she came. Her juices flowed freely, washing over Brianna's tongue and lips as the girl sought to devour every drop of her mistress' precious nectar.

The necromancer came and came. Her body spasming as every muscle in her body tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed. Her orgasm was total - it exhausted her - she fell back on the couch and smiled. "You have done well Brianna."

The girl sat back on her heels, waiting.

Alexandra beckoned her zombies over. "You may use her, but not harm her. Do you understand?"

Brianna looked at the pale flesh of the zombies, then at their strangely misshapen necks and finally at their large, erect cocks. 

"They were all hanged," Alexandra explained. "A hanged man often dies with an erection of outrageous proportions, I simply gather my zombies from among those who died by the noose."

The zombies led Brianna to the center of the chamber and waited for further instructions.

Alexandra bid three of them take her at once. A zombie lay on the floor, another knelt at his head, while a third knelt at his feet. The fourth zombie guided Brianna to straddle the reclining zombie.

"I think you will enjoy this, my child. I want you to impale yourself on his cock, then lean forward and take his cock," she pointed to the second zombie, "in your mouth. Your ass will be taken care of." The necromancer smiled a wicked smile then commanded, "Begin!" 

With the help of the fourth zombie, Brianna lowered herself onto the huge erection. When the bulbous head penetrated her cunt, she gasped, then took the entire length into her pussy with a sigh. Her cunt was filled with the dead cock, it was cold, but rock hard - it felt good. She shook her hair back then leaned forward, her hands moving to the hips of the zombie in front of her. She opened her lips and took the waiting cock into her mouth. It too was cold, but she sucked it with a will, letting the swollen head enter her tight throat.

Watching from her couch, Alexandra began stroking her own breasts. The tip of her tongue flicked over her full, red lips and her breathing became more rapid as she looked on the scene as it unfolded. Brianna's ass was tipped upward, the third zombie put his hands on her cheeks and spread them.

He leaned toward her and put his cock head to her tight asshole. With a savage thrust, he rammed his invading cock into her ass. Brianna moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the cold cock drove deep into her bowels. After a moment, she adjusted to the cocks filling her and began to move. Her hips moved up and down as the zombie fucking her ass began to pump in and out. She pressed her tongue along the huge vein running beneath the cock she was sucking on as that zombie started fucking her face.

Alexandra motioned for the fourth zombie to attend to her. She put him on his knees between her legs and he began sucking and licking her steaming cunt.

The cold tongue moved over her swollen clitoris, the cold lips sucking her, furnace hot, pussy lips. The necromancer began to moan as her body responded.

Brianna was moving her body in rhythm with the three cocks that pounded into her. She could feel herself melting inside, in spite of the coldness of the meat that filled her. It had been so long since she felt the touch of a man, so long since she felt her cunt filled like this, so long since she held a cock in her hungry mouth. Her cunt lips began to swell, clutching the cold cock tighter as she clenched her sphincter, squeezing the cock that moved in and out of her ass. She looked up to the face of the zombie she was sucking, its eyes were blank and lifeless, but its cock was throbbing as she took it into her throat. She reached up and fondled the balls dangling in front of her face, still no expression, but she could tell it's balls were full, and near release.

Alexandra held her zombie lover's head tight to her dripping cunt as his tongue brought her to orgasm. She moaned and cried out in ecstasy as her juices flowed over the dead tongue that licked and lapped her flowing slit.

On the floor, Brianna was nearing her own climax, she sucked furiously to draw the cum from that cock as quickly as she could, she did not want to hold back her own release. Her cunt spasmed as her newly awakened muscles flexed and clenched, clutching tightly and her juices flowed over the cocks in hr cunt and ass. It was a shock when the cock in her mouth erupted, sending great spurts of cum flowing into her sucking mouth. The cum was as cold as the cock that spent it. Her cunt and bowels were filled in quick succession, again the juices were cold. Despite the coldness of it, Brianna milked every drop she could from all three cocks, letting it flow down her throat, flood her cunt and drip from her ass. She released the cock from her mouth and slowly rose to her feet, letting the other two slip from her.

Alexandra lay, exhausted, on the couch. She motioned for Brianna to join her. "You have done well, my child. Now it is time for you to learn what it is you will do for me."

Brianna knelt on the floor before the couch and looked at her mistress. 

"There is a sorcerer, a Stygian, that you must find. The last time he was heard of, he was journeying to Kal-sorak. You will find him, and you will kill him. Do you understand?"

Brianna nodded.

"His name is Gavin," Alexandra added.

The image of Gavin's scarred face came to her mind. The memory of the love they had shared, did not. Brianna was a creature of Alexandra's making. She had no will of her own, and no memories that Alexandra did not permit.

"You are to let nothing stop you, nothing and no one. Do you understand?"

Again, Brianna nodded.

"Good." She handed Brianna a dagger in a sheath. "Use this to kill Gavin, mark you, use only this dagger."

Brianna nodded her understanding and accepted the weapon from Alexandra's hands.

The necromancer continued her instructions, "Three priests of Set will accompany you to Kal-sorak. When you have completed your task, you may return to your rest."

The priests re-entered the chamber. When she had been dressed, 

Brianna was led out by two of them, the third remained behind. "How long will your necromancy last?" he asked Alexandra. 

"Until I dispel it, or until she is slain," Alexandra answered. "When Gavin has been slain, you may destroy her as you will." 

"When the task is done, you will receive the rest of your fee," the Stygian said, bowing to her.

Alexandra smiled and reclined on her couch, "Yes, I know I will." 

It was nearly dawn in Kal-sorak. Robyn was sleeping soundly. 

Beside her, Gavin entered into a dream. In Gavin's mind, he saw Brianna. She was clad in white and beckoned to him. 

"Gavin," she called. "Join me, Gavin - enter onto my plane - for I have tidings of great import." 

Gavin understood the communication between Brianna's ghost and his mind, and he knew he must join her, in spite of the risk. Gavin's astral self left his sleeping body and came to stand before Brianna's ghost. He looked at her and saw that she was as beautiful as he remembered. 

"I have missed you, Gavin, it has been so long," the spirit said softly. 

"I have missed, and grieved for you Brianna, for these three years. But why is your spirit wandering? You were avenged." 

"I bring evil news, my love, my body has been resurrected. Alexandra has sent - my body - in the company of three Stygians, to kill you." 

Gavin felt a cold hand clutch his heart. He still loved Brianna, not a day passed that she didn't enter his thoughts. Not a day passed when he didn't miss her.

Brianna waved her hand - she and Gavin were standing in the lush, green, meadow of her father's estate near Antigoni.

Gavin looked around, recognizing the place as the place where he and Brianna first made love.

"Gavin," Brianna said, softly.

He turned and saw her white gown slide slowly down her perfect body. 

Brianna stood before him in all her naked splendor, "Make love to me, Gavin."

With a sob in his throat Gavin took her into his arms. He felt her warm flesh against his, and realized that he too, was naked. Their lips met with a hunger and longing only a lost love could inspire. Gavin's hands roamed over Brianna, caressing her face, her shoulders and finally, her firm, proud breasts. He could feel her nipples stiffen against his palms as he fondled and cupped the warm, hemispheres of her breasts.

Brianna held him close and drew him with her as she sank to the soft, sweet grass of the meadow. Her lips held his as her legs wrapped about him and her hands guided him to her wet, waiting pussy. Gavin's cock head brushed against the soft lips of Brianna's cunt, feeling their heat as he slowly slid his erection into her hungry pussy. Brianna moaned in long denied pleasure as she felt her self being filled, once more, by this man she loved.

Their bodies composed and performed a symphony of perfect harmony as they moved together. Each thrust was met and received, then returned in kind. Their lovemaking was a fluid, graceful thing, physical, spiritual and musical. Their moans of pleasure and joy giving voice to the music their bodies were creating.

Gavin felt the tight clutch of Brianna's pussy as she responded to his moving cock. Her cunt lips, swollen and wet, held Gavin like a wet, velvet glove. He was a willing prisoner of her pussy, held fast by her passion and desire.

Brianna took Gavin's hands in hers and placed them on her heaving breasts, "Play with them, my love, tease them."

To Gavin, Brianna's breasts felt like they had the first time he touched them, that wonderful time so long ago.

The lovers continued the music of their passion, engulfing each other, as they built toward a crescendo that could only happen on this plane of existence. Their bodies floated above the meadow, moving together as they drew closer and closer to the climax of their symphony and their love making.

Gavin's balls filled and grew tight, they ached for release. He could feel his orgasm building deep inside, building, growing, gathering momentum, surging upward.

Brianna's cunt spasmed as her juices flowed over Gavin's pumping cock. Her moans were music to Gavin's ears as he too, began to cum. Great spurts of Gavin's seed poured into Brianna's hungry cunt. She bucked her hips and clenched the muscles of her pussy, trying to milk more and more of Gavin's hot semen from his pulsating cock. When Gavin's balls had emptied themselves, and his cock began to deflate, the lovers slowly settled once again to the grass of the meadow. There they lay in each other's arms and gently caressed and kissed each other. 

It was Brianna who broke out of their reverie, "Gavin, my love, you are in the gravest of danger," she murmured. "The priests of Set journey to Kal-sorak even now - and I am in their company." 

The words startled Gavin, he sat up quickly, "The necromancer's work?" 

Brianna's ghost nodded, "She has animated my body and bound it to her. The creature is aware, but has no soul."

"A zombie?"

Brianna shook her head, "No, much more than a zombie. It will take a weapon of strong enchantment to destroy her." 

"I have the Slayer," Gavin responded.

"That may not be enough, for her life force will be very strong." Gavin stared into her eyes and saw great pain in them, "there's more that you haven't told me."

Brianna sobbed, "They defiled my body after Alexandra resurrected it. Zombies had their way with it, then it was given over to the priests. They accompany the creature and will use her on the way." She took Gavin's face in her hands, "And beware her dagger, for I fear it is steeped in Alexandra's magic."

They embraced and kissed again, but they knew their time together was nearing an end.

"Dawn approaches," Brianna whispered, "you must return to the material plane, your time there is not over, and you have many deeds to accomplish."

Gavin knew he could not remain there with her. They kissed once more, a kiss filled with love, longing and the desperate hunger borne of parting.

"Farewell Gavin, my one love," Brianna's ghost faded from his sight, and the sorcerer was again in his bed in Kal-sorak, Robyn lay beside him - awake.

"Brianna?" Robyn asked in her soft, musical voice.

"You saw?" Gavin responded, more than a little guilt in his voice. 

Robyn smiled and propped herself up on one elbow, "I saw, but I could not hear. What is it you need tell me, Gavin?"

Gavin told everything that happened, and everything that Brianna's ghost had told him, and he admitted to his desire to remain there with her, "I still love her," he said simply.

"My love, you would be less than a man if you did not still love her." Robyn kissed him lovingly.

The sun was against the windows, so Gavin and Robyn rose, dressed and went down to the common room. Jarveena had tea brewing and strips of meat sizzling in a pan.

"Well," she said brightly, "I see the sleepy heads are out of bed - finally."

"I have news - grave news," Gavin announced. "Where is Garth?" 

"Right here," Garth answered from the foot of the stairs. "What's this news of such gravity?"

Gavin explained his journey to the astral plane and what Brianna's spirit had told him.

"Old friend, it pains me to ask this, for we have fought together through many battles," Garth's face was grim. "When the time comes, will you be able to destroy her, this animation of the body you love?" 

Gavin bowed his head, "I don't know."

"If Gavin cannot bring himself to do this, then I will," Robyn said firmly. "We have a fortnight to make ready." 

A grim cloud seemed to hang over the inn. Business, never all that good, had fallen off some. In part this was due to the change in atmosphere - from loud and boisterous, to quiet and glum.

On the third day after the appearance of Brianna's ghost, Garth had had quite enough.

"This waiting is bullshit!" he said, slamming his palm down on the bar. "We need to take action, some action at least."

The others looked at him, not sure what to say. 

"Why don't we ride out and meet them? That would put the fight at a time and place of our choosing." Garth suggested. 

The suggestion was met with full agreement and the four made ready to leave at dawn the next day.

The town of Haven lies on the road between Galoria and Kal-sorak. It's little more than a way station, used by caravans and travelers to rest and refresh their animals.

At dusk of the fourth day of her resurrection, Brianna and three Stygian priests reached Haven.

The small inn was empty of customers, so the small party had no problem finding rooms and a stable for their horses.

Supper was adequate - Brianna neither ate nor drank - and the two rooms were clean.

By midnight, the inn was quiet, and all save Brianna were asleep.

She rose from her bed and slipped a dark cloak over her naked shoulders. Making no sound, she left her room and made her way downstairs and out to the stable.

As she had expected, the stable boy was asleep in the back stall. She had seen him when they arrived, a young man of early to mid teens years, blue of eye, fair of hair and skin, with a dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks.

She approached his sleeping form and knelt beside him. She swung her cloak back over her shoulders, revealing her naked body. Her hand drew the thin blanket down his body revealing his young cock, stirring in a young mans dream.

Brianna's touch was feather light as she gently caressed his cock, watching it grow to full arousal quickly.

He awoke with a start - he had been dreaming of Brianna - to see the object of his dream kneeling beside him.

Brianna smiled and began slowly stroking his cock as she drew his face toward her breasts.

The youngster's lips sucked her breasts like an infant suckling his mother's milk. He was young and too inexperienced to be expert at it, but Brianna enjoyed it all the same.

When Brianna was happy with the hardness of the his cock, she pushed him back on the blanket and bent over to bring the head of his young cock to her mouth. She took him into her mouth and sucked the swollen head into her throat.

After only a few moments, of enthusiastic sucking, Brianna was rewarded with the stable boy's hot, young sperm. She swallowed all he had, enjoying the rich taste of it.

He sat up, about to speak, but Brianna silenced him with a finger to his lips. He lay back again, his cock still hard.

Brianna studied the boy's cock, seeing the way it glistened in the moonlight.

She moved astride his hips, reaching down to grip his throbbing cock and guide it to her wet, hungry cunt.

Slowly, Brianna moved her hips, rubbing the swollen cock-head back and forth over her clitoris. It was time to take his cock into her waiting cunt.

With a single downward motion, Brianna impaled herself on the young cock, and began fucking it - hard and fast.

The young man, tall for his age in stature, was well endowed and Brianna took every inch of it.

Her cunt felt filled as it was filled the night of her resurrection. Her hips moved with lust and desire as she clenched her inner muscles, gripping the young cock as their bodies moved together. Brianna leaned forward, presenting her firm breasts to the boy's mouth, allowing him to fondle and suck them, and forestalling any cries or moans that might wake anyone else.

As the young man eagerly thrust his cock into her, Brianna let her hands move to his shoulders, then to his neck.

She could feel her orgasm building, boiling within her as her fingers tightened on the young throat. Then, as her orgasm burst upon her, she twisted her hands and snapped his neck like a twig. In death, the stable boy's cock twitched and grew inside Brianna's hungry cunt, intensifying her orgasm all the more.

Brianna continued to fuck the dead cock, remembering what Alexandra had said about hanged men's cocks. She found that now true in this case as well. She looked down at the young man's face. His eyes were open and a look of surprise was on his face. She had another orgasm, her juices washing over the dead boy's cock as her cunt spasmed again. Brianna slipped her dagger from it's hiding place in her cloak and stabbed the blade into the his chest. Ripping open his ribs, she reached in and tore out his heart. With his cock still hard, and still inside her, Brianna supped on the stolen organ, savoring the young taste of it, feeling refreshed by it.

Satisfied, Brianna stood, letting the stable boys cock slide from her wet cunt. Blood staining her lips and hands, Brianna made her way back to her room and lay awake, waiting for the dawn.

Just after sunrise the innkeeper came crashing into the room the Stygians occupied. His was screaming about murder and swinging a hand axe. Between them, the Stygians made short work of the man, blasting him with sorcery before he could do any damage with his weapon. 

Turak, the senior of the three priests, was furious. He screamed and raved at Brianna, blaming her for all the ills of the world as he looked in disgust at her blood stained hands and face. 

"I should have known that cursed necromancer would create a ghoul. What manner of creature are you?" he studied Brianna's face, saw no expression on it, nor in her eyes. This was a killing tool, he realized, nothing more, and it used sex as a trap. "So be it," he said to himself, and went to get the group ready to leave, quickly.

The road between Haven and Kal-sorak was a good one, and in a fair state of repair.

With Garth in the lead, the four made good time once they left Kal-sorak. Jarveena and Robyn rode beside each other, with Gavin in the rear. They would ride all day and far into the night in an effort to reach a place of any advantage where they could best engage the threat coming at them from Galoria.




Sellsword Ch. 05



Sellsword 5 - The Dragon Dancers

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The Dragon Lord was an evil demi-god exiled to the Realm of The Dead many centuries before. He was not slain, but damned to wander between the worlds.

Since then, his devotees have sought to bring about his return. Twenty five years ago a talented young sorceress succeeded in summoning him back for a brief time. During that time, he coupled with the sorceress and she gave birth to twin daughters. Each of the girls bore the image of a dragon on her body.

They were to become the Dragon Dancers.

Only recently, a gate between our world and the Realm of The Dead was discovered hidden in the Kaladur Pass. The Dragon Dancers, along with their mother, have journeyed to Galoria, there to take caravan to Kaladur Pass.

Their purpose is to open the gate and allow the Dragon Lord to return to the world of the living.

The creaking sound of the ships rigging filled the dimly lit cabin of the caravel. A sea captain sat watching the two women as they writhed on his bunk.

Their skin, glistening with sweat, carried the images of dragons – these images seeming to writhe along with the beautiful bodies of the two women.

As the captain watched, his cod piece becoming tighter and tighter, the women kissed and caressed each other, their fingers and mouths moving over one another as they made love in the manner only two women can.

One of them, her hair the deep yellow of amber, lay back and spread her long legs. The golden haired twin moved over her, straddling her face. As mouths pressed to steaming cunts, the dragon images appeared to coil about the women, binding them closer to one another.

The low moans of passion and the wet sounds of the women’s love making, joined the ship sounds in the cabin, as did the harsh breathing of the captain as he sat, watching and waiting.

The women paid the captain no mind as they eagerly licked and sucked each other. Their bodies trembling with passion as each savored the others hot, wet, pussy.

Their moaning became more intense as each neared climax. Their hips began grinding harder and harder as each sought to draw her lovers mouth closer and tighter to her.

As their orgasms neared, the dragon images began to shift and slide, until the head of one woman’s dragon was moving over onto the body of the other. As the captain watched, fascinated by the spectacle, each dragon head, moved to a woman’s ass. Long, forked tongues, flicked out and caressed the crease between ass cheeks.

The women cried out in ecstasy as their bodies drew taught and their muscles began to tremble. Intense orgasms enveloped them as their own mouths, and the tongues of the dragons, sent them soaring over the edge as their bodies surrendered to the total sensation of their pleasure, the exquisite agony of their climax.

“I can stand no more,” the captain cried as he stood, ripping his cod piece from his body and advancing on the two women. His cock was rigid and ready, he moved to the edge of the bunk. “I must have you. You have tormented me long enough.”

The two women rolled apart, smiling up at the captains weathered face.

“Join us then, my captain,” the golden haired twin whispered, patting the bunk, “and let us bring you such bliss as you have ever known.”

The amber haired twin reached out and took the captain’s cock in her small hand – drawing him to the bed. She leaned forward and lightly flicked the tip of her tongue over the engorged head of his rigid cock.

The captain gasped as his prick was taken into the girl’s wet, hot mouth. 

He felt her soft lips moving down his shaft, her tongue pressing the large vein as he was engulfed in the heat of her mouth.

“Would you taste what my sister has tasted?” the golden haired girl smiled, laying back and spreading her legs.

The captain looked, hungrily. at the soft, pale triangle of hair that framed the girl’s dripping, pink cunt lips. He could only nod as he climbed up on the bed and lowered his face to her golden pussy.

In the first mate’s cabin, the twins mother stood before a muscular young seaman. She smiled at the man sitting on the edge of his bunk. “From the sound of it, you will be the new captain within the hour. And my daughters and I will be one thousand gold pieces richer.”

Her hands went to the brooch holding her cloak and unfastened it. The garment slid to the deck, revealing her firm, naked body to the man on the bed.

The mate shook his head as his eyes drank in the beauty of the woman’s body, “I can hardly believe that you are the mother of those two beauties. 

You look more like their, younger, sister.”

The woman slowly approached him, her hands moving up beneath her breasts. 

She flicked her thumbs over her swelling nipples as she lifted her breasts in offering to the mate. “Thank you – Captain,” she whispered as she dropped to her knees before him, “you are, indeed, a gentleman.” Her fingers untied the lacing of his leather breeches and she pulled them down, and off.

The mate’s erect cock sprang up before her, hard, thick – and ready.

In the adjacent cabin, the captain lay on his back. Sarila – the amber haired twin – straddled his hips, the wet lips of her pussy caressing the taught skin of the man’s swollen cock head. Above his face, her cunt inches from his mouth, waited Tarila, the golden haired one.

“Are you ready for us captain?” Sarila asked, moving her cunt slowly over his cock head – tantalizing him, torturing him. The captain reached up and grabbed Sarila’s hips. As he thrust his cock upward, he pulled her down, impaling her tight young cunt on the iron bar hardness of his prick.

Tarila ground her pussy over the man’s mouth, feeling his lips and tongue as they began to devour her. His lips sucked her clitoris as his cock pounded into her sister.

Sarila leaned forward, her hands caressing Tarila’s firm breasts. As the captain attended to their steaming cunts, their mouths met in a passionate kiss as each sister explored the others breasts. The captain thrust himself upward, sending his hard cock deep into Sarila’s clutching pussy. Her hot, wetness drawing him deep within her as the inner muscles of her cunt caressed and squeezed the hardness of his shaft.

Tarila, her cunt dripping, moved back and forth over the captains hungry mouth. She could feel his tongue as it probed inside her, bringing her closer to the brink of another orgasm.

The twins let their eyes meet – each knew the time was nearing, the time when the dragon images on their bodies would come to life, and look for prey.

Muffled groans announced the captain approaching the edge. His balls were full and tight as his pumped his rock hard prick into Sarila’s hungry cunt. The twins felt life returning to the dragon images. They looked down to see the heads of the two wyrms lift from their slumber. Their baleful eyes fell on the hairy chest of the sea captain. Their jaws opened to reveal their fangs, venom dripping from them as they moved slowly downward. The twins reached their orgasm together.

The captain reached his last climax an instant later, his pulsing cock sending streams of hot cum pouring into Sarila’s cunt. As their three bodies writhed in their torrent of lust, the dragons sank their fangs into the captains flesh, injecting their venom into his hot blood.

Such was the sharpness of the fangs – and the power of his sexual release that the captain felt no pain, only the total, all consuming passion of his climax with these two beautiful women. In moments, the women moved from his prostrate form.

His eyes were half closed and his lips were curled in a smile. The venom of the dragons was swift and painless. The captain had died happy. 

Iraekiira, the twins mother, took the mates cock in her hand and lowered her lips to the dark, swollen head, “the captain is dead, “ she whispered, “long live the captain.”

The mate tensed as the electric feel of her mouth engulfed his throbbing cock. He thrust his hips upward, driving the head of his prick into the woman’s throat.

Kneeling between the mates strong thighs, the woman sucked his swollen cock with a will. Her small hands moved up to caress and fondle his heavy balls, her long nails scratching lightly over the hairy, wrinkled skin of his sac.

The mate leaned back and groaned as he felt his cock being swallowed by this remarkable woman. He could feel her lips caressing his shaft, her tongue pressing the large vein as she drew his cock back out, until only the head remained in her mouth. His hands went to her head and he held her steady as he began to move his cock in and out, fucking her willing mouth with hard, deft strokes.

Iraekiira knew he was close to the edge – she wanted to drink his seed, to be sure – but she wanted to feel him inside her cunt as well. She sucked harder, allowing him to fuck her face as well, ignoring the discomfort of his cock head slamming into her throat.

The mate’s balls filled and grew tight within the wrinkled sac of his scrotum. He was close – a few more seconds and he would erupt into this woman’s mouth.

It didn’t take more than a second.

With a powerful thrust, the mate drove his erupting cock deep into Iraekiira’s throat. His hot semen poured down her eagerly swallowing throat She sucked hungrily, devouring every drop of this warm, pearly cum, milking his cock until she was ready to move on to other things. “That should take the edge off,” she murmured, releasing his semi-rigid cock from her swollen lips. With a coy smile, she licked at a thin string of semen that had clung to her lips. “Now I want you to feel the heat of my pussy around that wonderful cock of yours.”

The mate’s wet cock found itself nestled between Iraekiira’s firm, warm tits. She moved her body so that he was fucking the deep valley between her breasts. His cock soon regained it’s full erection. “Now,” Iraekiira said, proudly, “that’s a cock fit for a Dragon Mistress.” She pushed the mate back on the bed and straddled the upright pole of his cock, letting the swollen head caress her hot, wet, hungry cunt lips. The mate trembled as he felt the incredible heat and tightness of Iraekiira’s cunt as it slid down his waiting cock until her soft pussy hair tangled with his own, coarse, bush. The clutch of her cunt was tight, like a strong hand in a soft, wet, furnace hot, glove. Iraekiira began moving up and down, impaling herself on the mate, feeling him fill her hungry pussy, the swollen head bumping the mouth of her womb. The mate reached up and grabbed Iraekiira’s quivering breasts, her nipples hard against his sweating palms.

The woman let out a soft moan as she felt the mates hands and cock stimulating her, bringing her closer and closer to fulfillment. Her inner muscles clenched, her pussy lips swelling to tighten around the rigid cock that filled her.

Beneath her, the mates thrust upward, driving his cock into her - hard, fast, merciless. His animal like grunts mingled with the woman’s passionate moans - the music of lust filled the cabin. Iraekiira could feel herself nearing orgasm. Her muscles tightening, her nerve endings tingling, her clitoris throbbing. Her hot juices flowed over the mates raging cock, washing it, leaking from her clutching cunt to wet the mates filling ball-sac. Throwing her head back and swinging it from side to side, Iraekiira reached the peak and soared over it. Intense orgasmic delight flowed through her quivering body. She threw herself forward, her firm breasts flanking the mates flushed face as she came. Encouraged by Iraekiira’s responsiveness, the mate thrust even harder. His mouth captured an erect nipple - he drew it between his teeth and bit, lightly.

Iraekiira cried out in tormented ecstasy, her thighs clutching his sides as her cunt tightened it’s velvet grip on his throbbing cock. She reached behind her and felt the mates heavy balls. They were swelling as they filled, filled with the sweet semen that she had savored such a short time before. “Not yet - not yet,” she urged. “Bring me to the peak once more.” The mate clenched his teeth and fought back the urge to cum. His balls ached for release as the tightness of Iraekiira’s cunt tortured him. In an effort to fight it, he reached down and grabbed the base of his cock, squeezing it tightly to forestall the impending discharge. Engrossed in their own pleasure, neither Iraekiira nor the mate heard the twins quietly enter the cabin. In the shadows of a corner, they sat and watched as their mother coupled with the trim first mate. Sarila let her hand slip between her silky thighs. Her fingers lightly caressed her clitoris. This was all she needed to do to bring the dragon to life.

The red scaled head lifted from her pale skin, it’s yellow eyes blinking and it’s forked tongue flicking in and out of its lipless mouth. Slowly the dragon slid down Sarila’s body until it’s nose was at the top of her soft pale pubic thatch.

Sarila opened her legs slightly and the dragon slithered between them. Iraekiira heard her daughter’s slight sigh and turned to smile at the twins.

The mate heard nothing save the pounding of his heart as he neared the point of no return. His balls, full and swollen, screamed for release. His muscles were drawn tight as a bow string as he thrust his cock deep inside Iraekiira.

“Now – flood me NOW!” Iraekiira urged, knowing the mate could restrain himself no longer, and knowing that she, too, was on the verge of another orgasm.

A guttural cry escaped from the mates mouth as his balls spasmed and his cock erupted. Hot semen surged forth to fill and flood Iraekiira’s hungry cunt. As his cock pulsated, the woman’s cunt-lips milked all they could from it.

Above him, Iraekiira’s body trembled and quaked as she was caught up in her own orgasm, the intensity of which was magnified by the climax she had experienced such a short time before.

As she watched her mother, Sarila, assisted by the dragon’s tongue, attained a, rather, noisy orgasm.

The mate’s head snapped around and his eyes showed a combination of shock, embarrassment, and pleasure as he saw the beautiful girl writhing in the throws of passion, even as her mother had just done. “They often watch their mother,” Iraekiira whispered, her lips at the mate’s ear. “It’s the best way for them to learn, isn’t it?” Their clothing once more in place, Iraekiira, her daughters and the mate sat on the bed. They reviewed the activities of the night. “You left no trace of your presence did you?” Iraekiira asked of the twins.

“No mother,” Sarila responded.

“We even put his nightshirt on him,” Tarila added, completing the answer.

The mate nodded, “His steward will find him when he brings his breakfast.” He rose and looked out of the porthole. “Dawn is not far off. We should be in the harbor by mid-day.” He turned to Iraekiira, “You have had a profitable night, M’Lady,” he, bowed, taking her small hand and kissing it in a courtly fashion.

“As have you, kind sir. You have gained a ship.” 

“And I have sampled the charms of one of the most beautiful and desirable women I have ever met.”

As expected, the steward found the captains body that morning; the mate became the new captain, and the other crew members just did their jobs. In their cabin, the three women discussed their next steps. “Have we enough gold now, mother?” Sarila asked, looking at the small chest of glistening coins.

“We have enough for our caravan fees in this purse alone.” Iraekiira pointed to a bulging leather pouch. “In the chest, there is sufficient gold to clothe and supply us as noble women for the journey.” She grinned, “I don’t think the caravan master would appreciate our company otherwise.” 

The Axe & Anchor is a Galorian inn – the largest, and best, on the waterfront – lounging in the common room are a group of mercenaries. They had been brought to Galoria, at some expense, to serve as guards for the large caravan being assembled there.

At the center table, a corpulent merchant and a leathery caravan master discussed the delay.

“I told you before, Achmed,” the merchant explained. “We’re waiting for three noble women. They’re only a day overdue, and the harbor master has just reported the sighting of the caravel’s masts. They will be docking by mid day and you can be on your way in the morning.” 

Achmed, the caravan master, scowled and looked about the room. “These sellswords are not cheap, Denton my old friend. Every day we wait cuts into our profits.”

Siting at a corner table, were three of the mercenaries; a half breed elf male, a large fighting man, and a women of extraordinary beauty. They were having a conversation of their own.

“Garth,” the half breed leaned forward, “I can handle waiting. The pay is good for just sitting around drinking ale and looking at Jarveena.” 

Jarveena, the woman, smiled and leaned back in her chair. “Hawk, you disappoint me, I thought just looking at me was pay enough.” Her laugh was bright and musical.

Jarveena’s honey colored hair was tied back, revealing a face of classic beauty, eyes of the deepest blue and lips like a soft, red bow. Even the shimmering elf made chain mail she wore could not, totally, conceal her proud breasts. On the table before her rested a great bow, made of stag horn, The Hart Bow.

Beside Jarveena, his arm resting, possessively, on the back of her chair, sat the large warrior. His face dark from the sun and wind was crossed by the white tracery of scars. His steel gray hair was long and tied back. Dark, fierce eyes stared out from beneath heavy brows. This was Garth, the sellsword from Kal-sorak, the slayer of the Spider Goddess and the wielder of the mighty sword, “Soulcatcher.”

“I, for one, grow tired of this waiting,” Garth said, lifting his ale, “but the money is good.”

A man entered the inn and walked to the center table. He handed a note to Achmed then turned and left.

The merchant opened and read the note. He began talking in hushed tones to the caravan master.

“I think there may be news,” Garth said, tilting his head toward the merchant and caravan master, their heads close together as they conversed quietly.

The merchant rose to his feet, “The caravel is docking even as we speak. Denton will be assembling the caravan tonight and we will leave at first light tomorrow.”

“Why the delay any way?” the half blood asked.

A murmur indicated that the rest of the sellswords had the same question. “We have been awaiting the arrival of three passengers, noble women from the Windward Isles.”

“PASSENGERS!!??” the mercenaries cried, almost as one. 

“We were given to believe that this was a freight caravan.” Garth commented, turning to face the center table. 

“Passengers require personal guards, have these noble women their own guards?” Denton responded, “I’m sure these women have sufficient funds to hire their own guards from among such a stalwart group.” He looked right at Garth and his companions, “From what I have heard, you three would be an excellent choice. I’ll mention it to these women as soon as I see them.” Before anyone could respond, Achmed and Denton rose and left the inn. 

“Hmm,” Jarveena mused, “three women, one for each of us,” she smiled, her hand gripping Garth’s cod-piece beneath the table. “Or in any of a number of combinations.”

Hawk didn’t know how to take that statement – had he known Jarveena better, he would have understood, and would have looked forward to how things would turn out.

“We need to follow those two,” Garth suggested, pushing his chair back. 

“We can probably negotiate a better price ourselves.” Garth tossed a silver piece on the table – an overly generous tip – and the trio walked into the street.

Achmed and Denton were heading for the docks to greet the three “noble” women that were to be their passengers.




Sellsword Ch. 05



Castle Oakwood, Ancestral home of House Icefold, Wardens of The North of Terraria

The last two weeks were painful, being around Serass at Castle Oakwood knowing what I had done to her. 

Now it was time for King Terrin to visit Oakwood on his annual patronage. Everyone was instructed on what to do, how to stand to meet the King in the courtyard of the castle in front of the main gates that led out into the forests nearby.

The King's entourage would be passing through the gates into the courtyard, where we would meet the King.

Lord Icefold, Robert would meet the King and Queen with Lady Catelyn at his side, followed by myself and Sir Reynolt.

We were all formerly dressed in tunics, I wore the broach with my new sigil on my tunic, and wore battle armor as a custom of clansmen did, and the King knew of this. I did reframing from being armed, but as another custom had a dagger at my side.

King Terrin knew of the history of the far North, where the Clans hailed from and accepted me wearing what I usually did at such gatherings.

Robert was in his own tunic wearing a broach of House Icefold at his neck, and Catelyn had gone to great lengths to make him presentable including having his hair combed, and himself bathed.

Sir Reynolt was wearing plate armor like me, but more for his role as Castellan and protector of the castle in absence of the Lord.

It was midday when our scouts reported that the King was en route down the stony road that led to the castle.

The castle was prepared overnight, with lavish preparations made for the King's arrival.

Robert ordered barrels of Oakwood's finest ale, and lavish wines from its storerooms for a great feast that would herald the King's arrival once he met with Robert.

Robert told me, this would be a pivotal moment for me and official creation as it were of House Candon, with the King's approval, I would be able to found my own castle in my lands afterwards.

Ceremonial uniforms and Northern armor was broken out of the armories, for soldiers and such to wear.

I was even given a gilded, ornate sword to carry with old, steel plated armor with the Terrarian coat of arms on it.

Even with the problems with Serass, my mind was preoccupied with the King's arrival and my new anointment.

Robert in discussion with me, told me I was to be given a small fort named Redcliff. I would name it Castle Redcliff, my new ancestral home of House Candon in the foothills of the far North, in the Clan lands my own Clans populated. Redcliff was aptly named, as it was located on a Cliffside that when out of winter season, was naturally red in color and soil. 

But it was strategically placed overlooking the far Northern coastline, to ward off invaders from the Death Islands, inhabited by barbarians named the Death Eaters for they were cannibals, and known to eat their dead and their enemies, even sowing the skins of the dead to their armor and clothing.

True enough, the Death Eaters hadn't bothered Terraria in almost fifty years now, but their last land invasion did come from Redcliff, so I was being entrusted in protecting our shores from them and other invaders.

The Fort had seen better days it would seem, since the last invasion by the Death Eaters. The fort had fallen in shambles, it had no towers anymore and was in need of great repair, to fix its walls and defenses and make it inhabitable again. 

Even during the Death Eater invasion over fifty years ago, it was still in a bad state only being used to house Terrarian forces as a base, and that was all. 

Robert would loan me some funds to make the essential repairs, and hire workers and house staff after the King left.

I could also call up swords, and warriors from the Clans I came from to serve me if they chose to take my offer of recruitment. Most would, old friends and warriors I fought alongside who I could still trust, who all wanted the protection of serving a House and its Lord.

I was given about fifteen leagues of lands, stretching from the Northern coast to the border with House Icefold, I was even given the lands of House Bricon, since Lord Rostak Brackon had killed off the existing heirs to the blood-line in his feud, and so the lands were lord less, and needed someone to watch over it. 

Robert was giving me a big piece of territory in the North, most other Northern Houses would not like this, but he was adamant I had earned it. 

In my lands, I would be overseeing several townships, and fishing ports and villages all looking to me for governance, and protection. At least 15,000 people lived in these lands, and at least 5,000 were able-bodied men, from the Clans who were able to fight and serve me in battle.

But there was a reason Robert was giving me Redcliff, there were rumors that the Death Eaters were planning another land invasion by sea, and Redcliff was the only fort in the vicinity to the coastline able to ward them off if governed correctly.

"The best way to prove to the King, and the South that you should be given those lands and your title, is in battle as you did with me and my father. The King and his court, cannot deny you Redcliff and its lands if you thwart another invasion by the Death Eaters."

He would tell me, drinking a flagon of ale at the great hall table alone with me.

But there were other enemies that used the Northern coastline for invasions of the Realm, including the sea pirates of Berin, a small collection of islands that grew infamous pirates known for their pillages of Terrarian fishing villages, and lands.

Then there was the barbarians of Orkley of course, who always used the coastline near Redcliff to stage their landings and invasions. I would have three sets of enemies, to deal with in my new role.

It was the reason Robert was giving me funding from his own treasury, sensing another war or invasion coming he needed someone at Redcliff to defend the realm.

The day was frantic, but our scouts called that the King's entourage were entering through the Castle gates.

Everyone ran, and stood in rank and file with Robert and his wife side by side, with me at Robert's side in my armor, and wolf skins. There stood Serass, refusing to look at me at Lady Catelyn's side. Her long red hair flowed in the wind of the day, braided with fresh flowers in her hair.

She was wearing a bodice, and a light blue silk dress.

I sighed, angry at us not talking anymore, even touching anymore even.

"Herald! The King has arrived!"

A young soldier called out from the gate, as knights rode in plated steel armor alongside a horse-drawn carriage of bronze, gold and silver inlays.

Terrarian coats of arms, and sigils decorated the wooden carriage as it came to a halt in the courtyard in front of us all, with at least two dozen knights and soldiers at its sides.

Most stood in defensive lines, in ornate yet useful armor that Southern soldiers and knights wore. The carriage doors were swung open by two manservants dressed in crimson cloaks.

I stood with my hand on the pommel of my ornate sword, at Robert's side as Lord Reynolt stood behind him as his Castellan.

Robert stood in his Northern armour, with House Icefold's sigil on his chest plate, with wolf skins around his neck and draped over his shoulder with his own sword at his side.

Lady Catelyn looking as beautiful as ever chose to wear a blue dress of her own, a black bodice and she had her blonde hair braided, and it hung over her shoulders with a single rose coiled in it, and her piercing blue eyes drew most of the Southern knight's attentions.

Slowly a figure stepped out of the carriage, an old man with wisened white hair that was long, and a thick beard. He was helped out by a young pale, blonde woman who I assumed was his Queen, Lady Tali. A beautiful, graceful looking woman in a crimson dress, with her own blonde hair braided and rolled down one of her shoulders in a ponytail with white flowers decorating her hair. She had piercing green eyes, and she helped her husband from his carriage gracefully.

King Terrin looked his age, withered, old, and skinny in his own white robes.

But he looked like a good man from a distance, smiling under his beard and thanking his young wife who took his arm, and they glided over to us with three knights, sworn Royal Guards protecting them with their hands on their sword pommels.

"Your grace."

Robert said bowing, as everyone else did the same including me.

King Terrin smiled, helped by his wife to stand in front of Lord Robert.

"Lord Icefold, I am gracious for the welcome you have given me and my wife."

The King said in his southern, soft accent.

"You are our King, and we welcome you to Oakwood, your grace."

King Terrin smiled, and gracefully glided over to Robert who gently due to the King's age took him into a warm, hearty embrace.

He turned to Lady Catelyn.

"Your grace."

She said bowing her head.

King Terrin took her hand gently, and kissed it.

"More beautiful in person than people say you are in court, ma'lady."

The King said smiling, as his wife held his arm.

He then turned to me, with dark eyes but a warm smile.

"And this must be Lord Koran Candon, of House Candon as I read of in your letter to me, Lord Icefold."

The King said to me, and I bowed.

"Your grace." 

I kept my head low, and bowed.

"Stand young man, you're a new Lord you'll get used to all of this fuss they make of my visits. I am sure, you'll do well in your new position."

He said and I saw him gently open his arms, and I stepped forward to take the King into a warm embrace.

In a whisper he spoke in my ear.

"I hope to see you do great things, Lord Candon. I hear you are a true warrior, who can protect my old, frail skeleton."

He gently pulled back, and I smiled.

"You'll need new words for your House, Lord Candon. Think carefully, they'll stand the test of time, and your children and their children will recite them."

"I will think of worthy words, your grace. I would not like them to recite something, that in years to come they'll laugh at."

The King laughed, and the Queen smiled.

"Think of strong words, that your grandchildren will recite with pride."

I smiled at that, King Terrin was wizened for sure.

Queen Tali in turn, gently kissed Lady Catelyn, and Lord Robert on the cheek before giving me one in turn. It was then I saw Serass turn away, as if jealous.

"Come your grace, and my Queen. We have a big feast prepared for your arrival."

Robert said laughing gently.

It was then my words came to my mind, for my House at that very moment with the King in front of me.

'We are the sword in the snow, and in the night we are a kind hand.'

We all parted, making our way to the great hall for the feast in the King's name.

We were allowed to take our weapons off of ourselves, in presence of the King and I felt safer without them, there were enough Knights and soldiers here to protect the King, and Robert from harm.

The great hall was littered, filled to bursting point with soldiers and knights drinking ale, and wine with women on their knees singing gallant songs and poems of their homelands.

Northmen shared songs, and stories with their Southern counterparts as we all sat at the table.

The King did not eat much, but he had an appetite for wine and sweet things the house staff cooked up.

Queen Tali helped her husband to eat and drink, as he was tired quite a lot of the time.

Lady Catelyn laughed at the jokes the Queen made, and the King spoke at length with Robert. I was sat at his side, and Lord Reynolt next to me who was drinking his fair share of ale, laughing away at something a southern soldier said to him.

Serass was there, at the house staff table watching me as she drank in silence as everyone near her seemed happy.

More food was served, and more wine and ale served also.

The King was looking at me, and smiled. 

But then he looked to the staff table, sensing my attention was on someone at that table and then looked back at me.

"Lord Candon, may we have a word in private?"

The King asked.

His Queen helped him to his feet.

"Of course, your grace."

Queen Tali helped him around the table, but when she asked him if he wanted her to come with him he smiled.

"I am fine, my Queen. I am sure, Lord Candon can carry me back into the hall should I fall."

The Queen smiled, sitting back down at the table and began to talk to Lady Catelyn again.

I stepped around the table, and the King spoke.

"May you take my arm, Lord Candon. In my old age, my wife fears I will fall and break my neck at any time."

I accepted the King's request, and took his frail arm in my hand and guided him out of the hall onto the balcony that overlooked the gardens again, where Lady Catelyn spoke to me in private not so long ago.

The King was flanked by two of his sworn Royal Guards, in their steel plated armor with their hands on their swords.

"I can assure you, Lord Arnolt I will be fine alone, Please keep watch from afar, I wish to speak to Lord Candon alone."

The royal guard in his helmet bowed, and stepped back with the other guard and allowed us some space near the balcony.

"The last time I was here, it was like this. Not snowing, but cold."

The King remarked.

"Would you like me to get you a robe, your grace?"

I asked.

The King smiled.

"I've survived more attempts on my life that a little bit of cold and snow won't end me yet."

I nodded and smiled as the King leaned on the balcony.

"My new Queen frets for me, but she is right to I believe. I am not getting any younger, Koran."

I listened to him.

"You have many years ahead of you, your grace."

I remarked.

The King smiled, gripping the balcony tightly.

"I wish that were so, Koran. But even I feel it, in my bones, my flesh. I am not long for this world, a few more years I hope but we shall see."

A brief silence grew between us, when he spoke.

"You're still young, Koran. I would like you to listen to a story, a story of a time in my life that you are going through yourself in one way or another."

"I will listen, your grace of course."

King Terrin smiled again, under his beard.

"When I took the throne, Terraria was going through a bad time. A very bad time, following internal feuds and such. My brothers wanted the throne over me, and in some ways I wish that they had taken it from me. I would have given that cursed throne to them willingly had they asked me. My sisters Thena, and Reala, were young even though they were older than me almost twenty the two of them. They were innocents, blind to the real brutality of royal life. Too young to understand politics of the realm, but I was but a boy of just ten and five, when I was approached with that cursed crown. Most of my line were but children, when made into Kings and Queens. The way life is here in the realm, I suppose. To put such responsibilities onto a child, so young is immoral. It's wrong even. But who are we to speak against the old practices. Have you heard of the Dark Night, the night before I took the throne?"

I knew some, that there was a bloody massacre in the capital of royal children. Terrin's mother was even murdered, by his own brothers who intended to kill Terrin, to take his throne.

"Some, your grace but not much I am afraid. Just stories."

Terrin smiled, but then it dropped and I saw that the King was saddened recalling his memories.

"By the God and Goddess, I wish it were just stories told to scare children, with no merit to them. But it was all true that night, the night my brothers crept into my mother's bedchambers and murdered her as well as my aunts and two of my uncles. The night they attempted to take the throne from me, before it was even given to me. Had they just asked me, I would have stepped down and given them the bloody thing. But no, my mother Helene was adamant on me taking the crown, a young King. My mother used to say she loved my brothers Thros, and Toron but that they were not meant to be Kings. They were brutal, even sadistic. It was why they murdered her as she slept, to take away the one person who guided me and would have done even more so had they not done what they had done. I was but a young boy, who dreamt of flying griffins, dragons and being a wizard. The night my Royal Guards came to my chambers, to protect me from my brothers and their followers was the night I became a man. They told me my mother was dead, and that my brothers had killed my aunts and two of my uncles, all of whom were supporting my claim to the throne by my mother's decree and father's. I was consumed with hatred for them, the time to be passive and step down was gone. They destroyed that chance for themselves, when they killed my mother."

The two Royal Guards continued to observe us, but kept their distance as the King spoke on.

"My guards told me to flee the city, but that they could not reach the Royal bedchambers to find my sisters and bring them to me. I knew my brother Thros had sickening intentions, fantasies of my sisters of a sexual nature. I knew what they planned to do to them, when they found them. I refused to leave, not for the throne but for them. I ordered my guards to rally my forces in the palace, and find my sisters above fleeing the city. They were surprised, a young child growing up so fast to give such orders. I knew how to fight, I was trained daily by my sword master so I ordered them to arm me, and prepare me for the fight. Armored, and armed I led them into the palace to my sister's chambers. With just several guards, we entered my sister's chambers. There Thros had my sister Thena bent over her bed, her robes hiked up and he was about to rape her. My brother Toron doing the same to Reala, they hadn't done anything yet. We had caught them in the moment, and they turned to see us. My men, and me armoured and ready to kill these traitors. They had five men in the chambers with them, and all turned their swords onto us."

The King went silent for a moment, and I spoke.

"What did you do, your grace?"

He turned to me with tears in his eyes.

"I killed my brother Thros, my guards killed Toron. But not before he and his men cut down three of my men, I plunged my sword into Thros before he could turn to face me and opened him up from groin to stomach where he stood naked, with my sister at his mercy. Had he been more prepared, not preoccupied with my sister he would have had the upper hand, he was more seasoned in battle and training than myself. Toron was speared by one of my guards, the spear embedded in his chest as he lay slumped on the stone floor. My sisters were crying, hugging me and blessing me for finding them in time. I did it for them not that blasted throne. We buried the dead, and retook the city from the soldiers my brothers had convinced to side with them. From that time on, that dreaded night became known as the Dark Night. Do you know what the meaning of me telling you this story is, Koran?"

I looked up at his question, analyzing his features for signs of this being a trap.

"I am afraid I do not, your grace. But I believe in some way, it has to do with my anointment."

The King nodded, his warm smile gone replaced now with the face of a hardened man.

"We sometimes do dreaded things, for the people we love. I killed my brothers, for killing my mother, and for what they would have done to our sisters. I took the throne, to discourage anyone laying claim to that crown who would use it to bring back the dark days, before the Civil-War again. A time when brother lay with sister, and took and used their power to their own whims. I am so very tired, and old Koran of that throne. I just hope my children when they become Kings, will do a better job than I had done. My sister Erin is the eldest of my sisters, and when I fell ill those who wished to put my brothers on the throne that night, would have done the same to her. They would have used her, I didn't blame her for what they had tried to do with her. I noticed the young girl, at the house staff's table. The one who continued to watch you, the same girl you looked back at every chance you had. I am guessing right, you were somewhat betrothed to her prior to Robert anointing you?"




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The King was smart, wizened and caught onto every little sign as if information was more valuable than swords or arrows could be. 

"Yes, your grace."

I answered in a neutral tone.

"Then I am guessing the prospect of that is gone now, Lord Candon. We suffer such things, in the pursuit of protecting those we love. Do you pursue to protect her?"

"Yes I do"

I answered now gripping the balcony myself tightly in my hands.

"She will never marry you, nor will you be able to marry her. I won't pretend I am an expert on Northern customs, but I assume you made her a promise not easily broken up here in the north. But a promise may be replaced with another, if I am not mistaken. Make your next promise, your oath to protect her with your new power and role. At the very least, we men can do some good with the power bestowed upon us. Just as I am doing with Queen Tali."

I was stunned, what did he mean he was doing his role of being a King for his wife.

"Your grace?"

I asked.

"Tali, is a young girl. When I found her, I already knew of the plans her father had for her once she was old enough. He harbored ill intentions towards her, just as my brothers had to my sisters."

King Terrin with shaking hands turned to face me, still gripping the balcony. I took his arm to steady him.

"I used my power, to take her in and protect her from him. No man would ever confront his King, to stop him from whisking away his daughter. But even I knew a woman as beautiful as her, would live a miserable life with another Lord her father chose her to marry. More than likely, he would have convinced her husband to allow him private moments alone with his daughter."

Terrin looked at his guards, knowing the distance between them and us meant he could speak in a whisper to me.

"I have never bedded Tali, nor will I. I am but an old man, incapable of it even. I do what I do, marrying her to take her away from her father. I do what I must as King, for her and the realm. When I die, she may marry again but her father will not have the right to her body. I loved but only one woman, my first wife. My only love, Sasha. My first wife and Queen, but she died young and I was left alone. I married once more, before I married Tali. The emptiness of losing Sasha consumed me, for many months' even years. So I understand what some good men, must do for others. Even killing someone, who abuses such people we care for, am I right in thinking that Koran?"

The King was staring at me, waiting for me to answer. Waiting to see if I was truthful, or not. His stare, his eyes told me he knew something. Something about Karis, and Kirkston. 

"You know of Karis Torod, your grace?"

The King smiled.

"I almost jumped from my chair with respect, when my spies brought me the news. I would have probably broken my legs had I done that, but the feeling the news brought me invigorated me. Knowing someone out there, had the same beliefs I did. Someone willing to do what is right, for someone they cared for."

The King looked to his guards, who showed no signs of hearing out private conversation.

"I will take it to my grave, Koran. I promise you, my spies will not speak a word of it to anyone. I knew when Robert sent me his message, his true reasons for making you a Lord. To protect you, and of course give you something back from the realm you serve."

With a shaking hand, he placed it on my shoulder.

"Make the promise, Koran. Even to yourself, to protect her even if it means you will never be with her."

He smiled under his beard, like a wizened loved grandfather.

"It's getting very cold now, would you help me back to the feast Koran?"

He asked me.

He never even had to ask, and I took his arm gently and guided him back into the hall with his royal guards behind us.

The rest of the feast went well, with more food and wine being served as I sat alongside Robert and Sir Reynolt.

Reynolt was joyous, drinking down full tankards of ale and joking with me about battles, and humorous moments in his life. 

The women of the feast were everywhere, prostitutes luring the knights and soldiers away for a passionate night together.

I watched the King with Queen Tali, they seemed happy even with the revelation of them actually not sleeping together. She seemed to love the King, for what he had done for her as she held his hand and spoke to him.

Eventually the feast came to an end, and Robert was at my side as the hall emptied.

"May we speak alone, Koran?"

He asked me.

I smiled, even now he still asked if I wanted to speak or not.

We stepped out into courtyard, as house staff returned to their duties as some helped the King and Queen to their chambers.

"The time to betroth is coming, Koran. To strengthen your House, you need to marry into another house. Join your forces, and your wealth together. Alliances are made that way, but you knew this was coming didn't you?"

I sighed, and nodded holding onto a wall nearby.

"The King has asked me, to bring you with me to the capital in six months' time once your affairs are in order and you've begun to rebuild Castle Redcliff. He deems it the right time, to seek a wife in the capital. It will be summer then, and in the south at that time of year the capital is filled with young ladies, and women looking for a marriage pact. They call it the summer of marriage, Gods the south truly are weird people. But then again, that is how I met Catelyn. In the capital, and she too was seeking a marriage. Will you come with me, to the capital Koran?"

I smiled, and even Robert laughed.

"Of course ma'lord, we'll make a fun time out of it."

Robert heaved, and laughed.

"All of that spiced, rich wine those southerners drink. All the meat and foods we can gorge ourselves on. We'll empty their storerooms, and inns by the time we leave."

I laughed at Robert's joke.

Robert clapped me softly on my shoulder.

"Go and rest, Koran. You've earned it."

And that was it, I parted for my chambers and Robert to his with his wife Catelyn.

Three Months Later, Castle Redcliff Ancestral home of House Candon, Vassal to House Icefold

The King stayed at Castle Oakwood for a further four days, where he spoke at great lengths with me and Robert before departing to the capital again.

Afterwards, I left Oakwood for Redcliff and true to Robert's word he gave me a sum of a thousand gold, and twenty of his house staff including ten soldiers he could part with for me to take to Redcliff and retake it from squatters if there were any there. 

Upon arriving with my ten soldiers, and staff all now wearing coats and armor with my sigil on it, and loyal to House Candon we found a few squatters inside the dilapidated castle. Two attempted to fight us, but I put down one with my gauntlet fist, and another was punched by one of my soldiers.

The rest soon left, sensing the purpose of armed soldiers at Redcliff meant it was no longer meant for squatting inside.

The castle was in a horrid state, out of the four towers the castle boasted of once only two were standing any longer, and were crumbling apart. 

The castle gate was destroyed, and would require some wood smiths to repair it to its former glory.

My soldiers were determined for my staff to find suitable chambers for me, and they would sleep in tents in the castle's courtyard.

The problem was that most of Redcliff's many rooms were beyond living standards, with walls that could collapse inwards and such, I decided we would all sleep in tents in the confines of the castle as I sent messengers for stonemasons and craftsmen in the area to come to Redcliff and survey the damage. I would pay them well for their services, I said in my message.

Two days passed, as my house staff cleaned up the myriad of bedrooms, chambers and the small great hall the castle had of feces, refuge, and muck. By the end of the second day my staff had done a brilliant job, and two stonemasons arrived on horse-drawn wagons with their equipment and such.

I welcomed them, and they already knew who I was and the purpose of my request.

They began surveying rooms, and chambers deeming which were safe enough to live in.

The once grand bedchambers were surveyed to be usable, with some short repairs that would take a day or two. I decided on this one for myself, even if it meant I would sleep in a tent as my men slept in beds.

Another two large chambers, were found to be in good enough state to be used. I allocated the largest of them to my soldiers, affording them comfort and the smaller one which still could house twenty or more house staff to my servants.

But my soldiers would hear none of it, and persuaded me to share a bunk with them in their chambers.

It was a sign of respect, I slept in tents with them when I could have spurred that offer and taken one of the rooms for myself, but I had waited for them. 

Within a day and a half the stonemasons reinforced the grand bedchambers enough to be safe, and my house staff cleaned it up bringing in a large double feather bed into the room for me.

But I made it clear, every person in this castle both soldier and house staff would have feather beds in their chambers. It would cost a bit of coin, but it was worth winning their respect, loyalty and thanks.

Craftsmen arrived in another day, to repair the gate of the castle and with paint and tools they repaired it to its former glory. I gave the craftsmen instructions to carve the new sigil I had into the gate, for people to see that it was House Candon's home.

The new sigil of a new house was carved into the Oak gate, and my people that I would protect, and govern passed the gate knowing who was now in charge of Redcliff.

Sadly the stonemasons told me that two of the towers being completely destroyed now, would take up to six months to rebuild and the other two partially destroyed towers would take about three months to rebuild also.

I paid them their gold, and told them to get started on the work as quickly as they could, and the outer castle walls as well at least for defensive purposes. 

I needed defenses for Redcliff, and the wall was barely enough of one to be called a wall anymore. At the very least I wanted the walls repaired, so I could post soldiers atop of it and even archers.

One of Robert's men, Frenis was a young man in his earlier twenties but had seen battle against Brackon forces, and Orkley raiders and he was able-bodied. 

I charged him with the role of Captain of the Guard, of Castle Redcliff. He would command the nine soldiers beneath him, post them their duties and watch over them.

He proved capable of the post, and at any time day or night I saw at least three soldiers patrol the walls, or at least parts of the walls still walk able. The rest of the soldiers he posted within the castle, and on its gate.

Out of the three soldiers on the walls, one was armed with a bow and the others had spears.

The stonemasons as commanded, concentrated on repairing the walls first and within two weeks the walls were complete, and defensible for my soldiers as new winds, and snow blew in the winds

.

I even had the soldiers place chairs, and shelters on the walls the soldiers could stand under to shield themselves from the cold winds.

My house staff had brought the great hall back to its former greatness, bringing in a big Oak table and a large chair for me at the head of the table.

They had decorated the hall with a great wood fire that made the entire hall warm with heat, and torches for light along its stone walls.

Just as I walked through it, the heat was comforting as were the carpets and torches.

"Better."

I told a young house staff girl, who was barely eighteen seasons old. With long blonde hair she smiled.

"I am happy, this pleases you ma'lord."

"Make it a home for us all, whatever comforts you request for the castle and this hall you can have whatever coin you need for it."

I told her with a smile.

With that they began to fill the small storerooms beneath the hall with foods and wines, and ales from local breweries and villages. Nothing too expensive, but comfort foods and drink for everyone including my soldiers.

I held nightly feasts, and dinners for my people and Fenris who when drunk one evening called me a 'just, generous Lord' and that he felt honored to be serving me.

When asked of anything if it was fair request, I granted it. I even gave leave to my soldiers once a fortnight to go to a local village nearby, that had a brothel. I told them to pay the girls what they owed them, and to never take it from them because they served House Candon.

I never received a negative report from the brothel, of any of my soldiers abusing their power or position with the working girls.

A month after retaking Redcliff, I journeyed out with Fenris at my side to the local villages and towns, as well as the Clan lands to introduce myself.

As we passed through only three villages, we had men and women asking to join my house staff, or my guards.

From just a half day of riding, we had recruited almost four dozen men and women to serve in Redcliff. Twenty five of those were men, willing to train and join my guards.

Fenris spoke to me on our horses, with these new recruits in tow as we had decided on travelling more tomorrow to other villages, and eventually the Clan lands.

"Ma'lord, with so many new recruits for guards we may need a training area of the castle to prepare them. Might I recommend taking one of the unused pig pens, and extending it to become a training ground?"

I smiled.

"Fenris, any ideas you may have I will listen to them. And you are right, our numbers have swelled to thirty five soldiers, but those twenty five we've taken today will need to be blooded, and trained."

Fenris was young, his long black hair flowing in the harsh winds we rode in and so he pushed it out of his face with a young smile.

"I will train them personally ma'lord, until I think they are ready to serve you and House Candon."

There was no more to say, the young lad wanted the honor of training these men and boys and I allowed it. Fenris was a seasoned soldier, especially with sword and spear. He could train them in just a few weeks, I hoped.

We returned to Redcliff, I had the house staff put new bedding and such into their chambers for their new recruits and I forked out some coin for every one of them to have a feather bed each. 

The next day Fenris, I and one more of my guards given to me by Robert rode to the coast to the sea-fairing villages and towns to introduce their new liege Lord.

It was amazing, the people offered us wine and fish for free to welcome their new Lord as they called it. There were even parties, and pleasantries to welcome us.

We had dozens beg for the honor of serving House Candon, new soldiers and house staff.

By the day's end, we had another four dozen men alone wanting to become guards and soldiers to House Candon, and almost forty men and women who wanted to be house staff.

But this trip was also fruitful in that the villages agreed to give so much of their fish, and crops that they grew to me. I agreed on a fair amount, not too little but not too much either. As a former soldier who served Lords, I had seen many become greedy but not me.

Riding back to Redcliff, I paid out more coin to cloth these new recruits and expand the chambers.

The first chamber I had set aside for house staff was now too crowded, so I took one of the other chambers the stonemason had told me was safe enough to use and had that turned into another house staff's quarters.

I did the same to another chamber in the cellars of the castle, to serve as quarters for my guards and soldiers.

But another lucky thing for us, was that out of the many we had taken in today four men were stonemasons who agreed to help quicken the repairs to the towers, and other parts of the castle. This would quicken the process, should we need those towers ready for war.

Every morning the towers would be repaired, ropes and hoists putting big blocks of stone in place and slowly the two towers only partially damaged were close to full repair.

Redcliff was busy, every day and morning my house staff brought new rooms and areas of the castle to use, lavishing them with beds, fires and comforts.

My people seemed happy, content. As I walked through my castle I saw young ladies laughing, sharing jokes and stories to one another.

Fenris was in the training yard we had erected every morning training each new recruit with sword, shield, spear and bow.

Under a discussion with Fenris, he broached the idea of having craftsmen carve my House's words into the chair in the great hall, and on its walls.

One morning I watched three craftsmen with knives carve into wood on chair and my walls those words I had thought of when I spoke with the King at Oakwood. 

'We are the sword in the snow, and in the night we are but a kind hand.'

With my new words carved into wood, my house staff and guards walked past its words and most agreed on the last part. 

I had been a good, fair, and just Lord. I had given my hand to those who needed it, and helped them to their feet with a purpose.

I knew it would not be long until the first part of my words would have to be proven true in battle.

Over a month since I took Redcliff, myself and Fenris with four newly trained spear men rode for the Clan lands. They weren't up to par for being real guards yet, but Fenris was adamant on seeing how they fared in the open at their Lord's side.

A test as it were, would they balk and run or would they stand their ground with me. Most of them had never stepped foot into the frozen wastes of the far North, and some were even surprised that I had been born there since all they knew of me was my kind generosity, and not of blood-soaked swords yet.

The ride took almost a day, and it took me to guide my men and Fenris through hill lands to the snow-capped moors of the far North.

We finally stopped at a Clan village named Toyard, one I had both fought at and defended.

My father had taken me there as a child, and I would march on the village when their Clan leader refused to pay homage to Robert's father. 

I had killed men here, but I had also saved some.

Most saw the colors we rode with, with a banner above our heads carried by Fenris. My sigil on it, blowing in the winds. If the Clansmen hadn't seen that, they saw me and whispered my name as I rode past them.

We dismounted our horses as men came to take our horses to the stables, and a big man in his late years with a greying beard and portly stomach greeted me in his armour and wolf skins.

"Koran Candon, by the God and Goddess I never thought to see you alive again."

He laughed.

Grenin Oakenshield, one of my father's dearest friends and the man I rode alongside to take Toyard from the Clan leader who had insulted Robert, his liege Lord.

I laughed too taking him into a bear hug, when Fenris spoke up.

"That's Lord Koran Candon, of House Candon sir."

Grenin looked at the young soldier in his armor, protesting his loyalty to me.

"I had heard stories, but I did not know if they were true. A Clansman becoming a Lord of all things."

"Sadly they're true, Grenin."

Grenin looked close to tears.

"Your da' would be proud, lad."

Grenin clapped me on the back, as he had done at the end of the Battle for Toyard village, almost a dozen dead on all sides of the battle and he clapped me on the shoulder telling me I had done my father proud for my actions that day.

He laughed, and guided me into a stone keep with two Clansmen in armor and wolf skins holding spears at its door.

Inside the warm hovel, with a wood fire at its side and a big Oak table in its center Grenin sat me next to him, in somewhat a bigger chair than my own. 




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But politics can be tricky, and I knew when to respect a man in his own lands even if I were his liege Lord now. 

He called for food and ale for us all, and a young woman added some logs to the wood fire.

Fenris still wore his Oak shield on his back, with House Candon's sigil carved into it and sat at my side, my Captain of my guard.

The other four new guardsmen of mine sat at the other end of the table, and were offered flagons of ale and mutton to eat.

"By the God and Goddess, you're a Lord now son. My liege Lord, I knew it was coming. Your visit."

Grenin told me laughing.

"Will you see your father, grace him with a visit like this one?"

I nodded, yet didn't feel much joy in seeing my father again in his village. 

His son now a Lord, and he being a vassal to my House. I didn't know if Grenin spoke true, that my father would revel in this new turn of events.

"Yes, but in due time I think."

Grenin smiled, biting into a leg of mutton as I drank my goblet of ale.

"So how does Redcliff fair, ma'lord?"

He asked me smiling under his great thick beard.

"Growing, given more time it will be a beauty I'd say."

"I'd one day like to visit it, see for my own eyes my best friend's son having such a castle to his name, his own House."

I smiled and took Grenin's hand, and squeezed it. 

It was me promising him he would one day see it, as many times as he liked even.

"You will Grenin, my doors are always open to my friend, my brother and my father's best friend."

Grenin smiled, and I saw tears. 

He wiped them away.

"God this world changes so much, but for once it's for the better I think."

We drank more ale, and Grenin without me even asking for it pledged his loyalty to me, taking his pledge of honor very seriously we even did it outside of his home in the snow.

I placed my sword onto his shoulder, and without waiting for it he spoke of his true loyalty to me, his people would fight for me, and if he weren't too old when called upon he would serve me still.

Grenin agreed to send twenty of his best seasoned, armored warriors to Redcliff to strengthen our forces. 

He pledged a quarter of the crops, fish and meat gathered in his lands to Redcliff.

All he asked was that I took his son as my squire, young Gorin. With short black hair, and a beard like his father he was barely nineteen seasons old in age but he had been fighting Clan feuds as I had very recently.

I agreed, Fenris and him would serve in my loyal guard and in battle. 

Even Fenris upon meeting Gorin over a goblet of ale, joked with him and seemed to become friendly with him very fast.

We left the next morning, Grenin would hear none of it about me sleeping in the snow in a tent and so I slept with my men in his hall, and by morning we were on our horses with Gorin and his father's twenty men in tow behind us.

Upon returning to Redcliff, I had the training yard expanded even further putting the pig pens outside of the castle's walls.

I had the chambers for Grenin's men set aside and prepared with as much comfort and luxuries that my coin could afford.

As my squire, and Grenin's son I had separate bedchambers set aside for him as I had done for Fenris as my Captain.

Days passed, and time passed until two months since Redcliff became mine the two partially destroyed towers were fully repaired, and beautiful to look upon standing above the castle and its walls.

I had chambers made in the towers, so there was always space for my people. 

I posted a guardsman at all times, day and night on the tower as a watcher with another guard usually with a bow as a defense for the castle.

With the walls now repaired, and two of my four towers the castle was in a better state to defend itself.

And with constant new guards and house staff joining us, the castle was quite busy all of the time.

It was a good feeling, but every once in a while a young girl in my house staff would ask if I were to marry, or indeed had someone in mind.

It was like Serass, these young girls dreaming of a Lord marrying them, but the system would never allow that to happen unless at the very least they were of a smaller noble House.

Three months passed as healthy farming, herding and trade tripled the amount of gold Robert had given me when I left Oakwood.

House Candon wasn't rich, but since I had founded it we were wealthier than we were when I started it.

Then it came, just after the third month and the walls had been further strengthened for my men to patrol in larger numbers, I received word from Grenin that Orkley raiders had landed on the northern shoreline. He had harassed them, taken down most of their numbers but less than twenty still remained of a fifty strong landing party.

They were on the march towards Redcliff, most of them believing it was still empty and a crippled fort still. 

The surprise they would yield made me smile, and I called in my men who had been guarding nearby towns and villages, to bring the people to Redcliff where we'd house them until the raiders were dealt with.

I posted a dozen archers on my walls, and three more in each of my two operational towers.

We barred the gate of Redcliff, but I sent fifteen of my soldiers ten of which were Grenin's own clansmen to wait a few miles away, and when a signal was sent from one of my towers they would come up behind the Orkley raiders attacking us and crush them.

It was a cold morning when our scouts on my towers, reported seeing the Orkley raiding party heading towards Redcliff.

Days before, I ordered the storerooms to be filled fully for everyone in the castle to survive on.

They came once again, as I saw them many times before disheveled. Probably hadn't expected Grenin's clan to put them to the sword so quickly, and break their numbers down.

Most of them saw the castle, fully repaired and ready for battle and looked uneasy.

But under a seasoned leader, or an idiot if he was one they still charged onto the castle. 

Bolts and arrows flew from the walls, and towers on them killing a few of them quickly. The rest clung to the outer walls, out of range of my archers.

No matter, a signal of a flaming arrow was fired into the air above one of my two towers. A signal to my men outside in waiting, and within minutes they rode in on horseback with lance, spear and axe cutting down the remaining raiders near my walls.

Bodies littered the stone road to the gate, one or two raiders were cut down trying to flee and we soon opened the gates to Grenin's men, my men now who were bloody and covered in claret.

Even Fenris had to marvel at the Northern way of battle, how quickly they had cut down the raiders.

There were no casualties on the walls, nor in the ranks of my men who came riding back to help us.

That night I threw a feast for everyone, and had a messenger leave in the night for Oakwood to let Robert know of the failed invasion.

Boar, lamb, chicken, pig were all served to my men and women and we feasted into the early hours of the morning when Robert's response by messenger arrived by horse.

I unrolled the parchment and read.

'My friend and brother, Koran

I hear you gave those Orkley bastards a fair surprise seeing Redcliff no longer a squatter's brothel, they didn't expect that. I've let the South know of this victory, and even the King is happy to hear you have truly proven yourself. I'll be visiting you in three months' time, to go to the capital my friend. 

Good job, scalp me an Orkley bastard if they come back in that time.

Lord Robert Icefold, Warden of the North, your brother.'

I smiled reading the message, rolling it up again.

The night passed with more ale, and food served and even some of the girls from the local brothel I had taken in to protect, gave the men some attention of their own.

By morning the prostitutes had been paid, barrels of wine and ale were empty, and almost half of our storerooms were now empty of food but it was a victory feast.

I awoke that next morning in my chambers, a young girl brought me a flagon of wine, and I dressed in a blue robe now with my sigil on its breast.

I drank a goblet of the spiced wine, cheap to buy but still good to drink. I made my way down to the great hall to have breakfast with Fenris, and young Gorin and some of my soldiers, and house staff.

Fenris was nursing a headache from last night's feast, trying best to avoid my gaze.

I smiled and clapped him on the shoulder.

"Do not be ashamed, Fenris. We prevailed in battle, and we deserved to celebrate our victory last night."

"Thank you ma'lord, I must have drank my weight in ale last night."

Gorin was sat across from him in his tunic, drinking some ale with his fish and bacon.

"You took your fill of Casandra too, I heard. Did you pay her well brother?"

Gorin and Fenris were friends now, and the two smiled.

"Two gold coins for the night, one of the best nights I've ever had. Just wish I could remember any of it."

I smiled as a servant girl brought me wine, and suddenly the plate spilled into my lap and she felt to her knees apologizing, trying to clean my robe.

"I am so sorry ma'lord!"

I laughed, and helped her to her feet.

"Lass, there is no need to apologize. Accidents do happen, it's alright. Fetch me one of my other robes."

She thanked me, and ran to my chambers.

"They fear you."

Gorin said smiling.

"They fear what I can do, but they do not need to fear me. It was an accident, the girl cannot be held accountable for spilled wine. I've seen some Lords have young servant girls whipped for spilling wine, I will never do that nor will my children."

"A good Lord."

Gorin said with a smile.

"That makes a change."

I smiled back, and ate some bacon from my plate.

"So was Lord Robert appreciative of us dealing with the raiders, ma'lord?"

Fenris asked ripping into a piece of cooked ham.

"He is happy, even asks us to scalp a few of them if they come back before he comes to visit Redcliff."

Gorin smiled, and Fenris chuckled.

"We'll have a pretty present for him, a box of Orkley scalps when he visits."

I laughed at the joke, from Fenris.

"That reminds me, any word on the last two towers Fenris?"

Fenris swallowed the chewed ham.

"With the extra craftsmen and stonemasons here with us, they say two more months and they'll be complete."

I nodded.

"Good, two more towers added to Redcliff will help us deal with the Orkley raiders if they come back."

The young woman came back, and bowed as I took the robe from her and even turned away as I put on my robe. I still wore my breaches, but no shirt.

"Thank you lass, you can go and rest. I think we have enough food, wine and ale for the moment."

She smiled at me, with deep blue eyes and red hair.

"Thank you, ma'lord."

The girl left the hall, and me with my men including two guardsmen eating at the other end of the table.

"So ma'lord, when will you betroth?"

Fenris asked with a grin, but I grew to befriend him and laughed.

"God and Goddess, no one will leave me be with that question. Robert rides for Redcliff in three months, I will accompany him to the capital to look for a suitable marriage. I expect you to accompany, both of you."

Fenris and Gorin's eyes lit up, at the prospect of a visit to the capital but also the southern, renowned brothels in the city also.

"Really ma'lord?"

Fenris asked me.

"Aye, I need my Captain of my Guard at my side. In that snake's pit of a capital, I do not know who I can trust but I trust you two. And Gorin, I need someone to watch Fenris's back when he's deep in a southern lady, in case he annoys some southern Lord down there."

The two laughed.

The time for betrothal was coming, and sooner than just three months.

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Sellsword Ch. 05



“You know those three are following us, don’t you?” Achmed said to his companion.

“Of course, did you think they wouldn’t?”

When they reached the dock, Achmed and Denton found the three women waiting inside the main warehouse. Achmed’s representative had given them wine and cheese to help warm them up while they awaited the merchants arrival.

“M’Lady,” Achmed said, with a bow, “I am Achmed, and this is my caravan master, Denton.”

Both men were taken by the beauty of the three women, even as concealed in their robes as the twins were.

“Achmed, we thank you for your kind greeting and hospitality. I am the Countess Iraekiira, and these are my twin daughters Tarila, and Sarila.” 

“Daughters? I would never have thought - I mean, M’Lady, you are so young yourself,” the merchant stumbled over his words. 

“Thank you Achmed, you are too kind.” Iraekiira then introduced the new captain of the caravel, “May I introduce Captain Wistir, who so courageously assumed command at the untimely death of Captain Dono.” As Iraekiira was explaining the demise of Captain Dono, Garth, Jarveena and Hawk walked in.

“Ah,” Achmed said, “our three most reliable people. I recommend them as personal guards for you and your daughters; unless, of course you have selected some already.”

Jarveena let her eyes roam over the women, casting appreciative glances over all three.

“They’re a job, my love, just a job.” Garth whispered, noticing the look in his woman’s eyes.

Iraekiira looked the trio over, noting Jarveena’s bow, and Garth’s sword. “What would you require as a fee?” she asked, directing her question to Garth.

Denton clenched his fist, knowing he would be deprived of his portion of the fee, what ever the amount.

A fee was settled upon and Achmed suggested they all repair to the Axe & Anchor, informing the “Countess” that the caravan would depart at first light.

The three women kept to their rooms that night. In the common room, Garth, Jarveena and Hawk took supper and ale.

“If she’s a countess, “Jarveena began, “then I’m the Queen of the Elves.” She looked at her two companions, “There’s something about her that’s not quite right, her and her daughters.”

Hawk smiled and leaned forward, “Her youth has been preserved by sorcery, of that I’m sure.”

“I think we would be wise to keep a watchful eye on our charges as well as any potential threats to them,” Garth suggested, to the agreement of the other two.

It was cold when the caravan; camels, horses, oxen and wagons, left Galoria’s North Gate. The “Countess” and her daughters had purchased a wagon and team from Achmed (at considerably more than it was worth) and had engaged a driver from among Denton’s people. Garth rode on the left side of the wagon, Jarveena on the right, and Hawk remaining just behind it.

“It’s so cold and dusty mother. I don’t like this trip at all,” Tarila complained, hugging a fur through around her body. 

“We all knew this would be a difficult journey,” Iraekiira reminded her daughters, “but the return of the Dragon Lord, your father, will be well worth it. Now stop complaining and try to get some rest.” 

For the first three days the caravan moved all the time, stopping only to water and feed the animals. Once they were across the narrow strip of desert they would begin to stop at night.

During the first encampment, Iraekiira joined the rest of the caravan around a roaring fire and shared their meal and ale. To a man, her companions were captivated by her youth and beauty. So was Jarveena, but she knew that the woman was not what she pretended to be. Still, she was beautiful and very desirable. She was, therefore, fair game for Jarveena’s ravenous sexual appetite.

“I know she’s only a job, and I know she’s a fake - but I still want to have a try at her.” Jarveena said as she and Garth huddled in their tent. 

“Well, before you do that, how about taking care of me,” he said, placing her hand beneath his codpiece and gripping his swelling cock. 

Jarveena smiled in the dark as she freed Garth’s cock and lowered her face to the swollen head.

As she took his cock into her hungry mouth, the spell of the moment was broken by a cry from the perimeter guard.

“ALARUM!!” the cry went up, “ALARUM!!” the guard shouted, “BRIGANDS ATTACKING!!”

“Shit!” Garth swore as Jarveena released his rigid cock and sprang to her feet.

Quickly adjusting their clothing, they grabbed weapons and rushed from the tent.

As personal guards, their post was around Iraekiira’s wagon. As it happened, this was the point at which the bandits had directed their assault.

Hawk, bow in hand, jumped to the wagon seat and shouted for the three women to stay inside. He searched the darkness and relayed what he saw. “A score of them, some mounted!” the half breed elf shouted, drawing his bow and letting a shaft fly.

“To the rear of the wagon,” Garth directed Jarveena, “stay low and make every arrow count.”

Drawing “Soulcatcher” Garth leaped to the wagon tongue and rallied the rest of the guards to the fray. “TO ME GUARDSMEN!” he cried, holding the moaning sword aloft, it’s blade pulsing with black fire. Bow strings twanged and arrows flew in all directions. Men and horses screamed in pain as the deadly barrage found their marks. An axe wielding northerner stood to Garth’s left, a rogue, with long sword in hand, stood to his right.

With a soul chilling war cry, the three of them charged the on rushing bandits.

Arrows flew and swords clashed as the three warriors met the charge. “Soulcatcher” cleaved right and left, taking lives and souls as it delivered death blows. Each one adding to Garth’s strength. A horse stumbled and threw it’s rider into Garth, driving him to the ground. A dagger was thrust into his side as he rolled and fought to regain his feet. He saw the bandit draw his sword and make ready to meet Garth.

Blood flowed from Garth’s side as he and the bandit circled, each searching for an opening.

The bandit made the first move, a fast over hand attack to Garth’s wounded side.

Sparks flew as the blades met with a loud clash of metal. Garth, with his, superior strength was able to push the bandit back and make his own attack, a side ways feint which the bandit moved to parry. Garth abruptly checked his swing and thrust the point of his sword into the chest of the bandit.

As the man’s life force and energy flowed into him, Garth could feel his strength growing. He pulled back his sword and turned to face another foe there were none left standing.

On either side of him, his comrades stood, blood splattered and cut, weapons dripping crimson as they looked about the scene of carnage. Garth had no idea how long the fight lasted – battle lust took over and he had become a killing machine. Now he would become calm again. He surveyed the dead.

“I recognize this one,” Garth said to himself, looking down at the body of one of the caravel’s crewmen. He searched further and came upon the body of Wistir, a hand full of arrows protruding from his chest. “Jarveena,” he called out, “Jarveena – are you all right?”

Jarveena rushed to him and was startled by the severity of his wound.

“Help him into the wagon – I have healing herbs.” Iraekiira called.

Jarveena hesitated, not sure what to do.

“He’ll die if you don’t,” the young “countess” reminded her. Half under his own power, and half under Hawk’s, Garth climbed into the back of the wagon.

Iraekiira and her daughters were robed as they lay Garth on the wagon deck. The daughters looked on as their mother took some dried leaves from a chest and crumbled them into dust then sprinkled the dust on Garth’s wound.

As she did, she chanted in a language unknown to anyone but herself.

“Sarila, hand me the torch – be quick about it!” Iraekiira snapped. “Tarila, fetch the black pouch.”

The twins rushed to obey their mother.

“What are you going to do?” Jarveena demanded.

“I’m going to close this wound, then pack it with a poultice.” Iraekiira took the torch from Sarila’s hand and placed the flame directly in Garth’s wound.

The sound and stench of flesh burning filled the wagon as Garth clenched his teeth against the pain.

“There, that should do.” Iraekiira took some black mossy substance from the pouch Tarila held, and placed it over the seared part of Garth’s body. Tearing a length of cloth from her own robe, she bound it to him.

Achmed and Denton picked that moment to stick their heads into the wagon. 

“Are you sore wounded, Garth?” Denton wanted to know. “How soon before we can get underway again?”

Garth could see the “time is money” look on the two men’s faces. 

Before he could answer, Iraekiira waved them back, “This brave warrior will be able to travel in the morning, so long as he rides in my wagon.” 

Jarveena was not too sure about how that would work out. 

Garth slept while Iraekiira and her daughters took turns seeing to his wound and making sure that fever did not set in. Between the herbs and salves they used, the wound was closed by morning. 

“I thank you Countess,” Garth said, sitting up and preparing to leave the wagon.

“Riding is out of the question for a few days, at least.” Iraekiira looked at him and motioned for him to lay back down. “You’ve lost too much blood to be moving about yet.” She handed him a steaming mug, “Drink this broth, it will help restore the blood you lost.”

That evening, when the caravan stopped for the night, Iraekiira and her daughters walked to a nearby stream to wash, Hawk and Jarveena followed at a distance.

As they washed, the three women spoke in low whispers. “Mother, what are you going to do with him?” Sarila asked, referring to Garth.

“After I seduce him you mean?” her smile was cold, “I plan to use him to help us bring your father back.”

“How?” Tarila wanted to know.

“He’s a man. He, too often, thinks with his cock. It is a fault in all men, and one that we can turn to our advantage.” Iraekiira said. 

“We?” Tarila asked, “Are we all going to seduce him?” 

“I’ll do the seducing, you two will join in afterwards. I want him in complete thrall to us by the time we reach Kaladur.” 

“I need to return to my tent, M’Lady,” Garth said, meeting Hawk and the four women on their return from the stream. “My wound is healing well, thanks to you, and I feel fit enough to earn my pay.” Despite Iraekiira’s protests, Garth walked, aided by Jarveena, to the tent he shared with her. As they stooped to enter, Garth motioned Hawk to join them.

“I recognized two of the attackers,: Garth announced. “One was a crew member from the caravel, the other was Wistir, the newly ascendant captain.”

Hawk and Jarveena looked at Garth quizzically.

“The caravel that Iraekiira and her daughters arrived on. Does that not seem – odd?” Garth regarded them, then asked, “what of the gold that Iraekiira paid us with? What is it’s place of origin?” He fished into his pouch and drew out some gold coins, holding them out for his comrades to see.

“These are coins struck in Ulcaster. That was the caravel’s port of origin. Iraekiira and her daughters didn’t board there – they took ship in Lendor.” Hawk stated, looking at the bright gold coins. 

“If so, then where did they get this gold?” Garth agreed, “If not, then they took ship in Ulcaster. In either case, we are not being told the truth.”

The journey continued with no further incident. Garth, Jarveena and Hawk kept a close watch on their employers.

On the fourth night after the bandit attack, as Garth was passing Iraekiira’s wagon, the woman leaned her head out of the door and asked him to join her and her daughters.

“Garth, you seem distant these past few days. Have we done something to offend you?” Iraekiira asked, her voice soft and throaty. Garth considered for a moment then decided to confront her with what he knew and what he suspected.

Iraekiira hung her head and wrung her hands in her lap.

Her daughters sat at the front of the wagon and watched. “We are neither noble women, nor are we from Lendor. We are from Ulcaster, as you suspected,” her voice not revealing the web of deceit she wove. “My daughters are Dragon Dancers. In Ulcaster they were pursued by a wealthy baron. He sought to possess their beauty and their gift. I converted all I had into gold and we fled.”

Garth looked at the two girls, their eyes looking back at him, their bodies completely concealed by the cloaks they wore. “I can see the beauty of your daughters faces, but what is the gift of which you speak? And what are Dragon Dancers?”

“Watch, Garth, watch.” Iraekiira motioned to her daughters, then took up a small drum from beside her, and began to tap lightly on the taught lambskin.

The girls rose and let their cloaks slip to the floor. Garth was transfixed; first by the total beauty of their naked bodies, then by the dragon images they bore on their smooth flesh. As Iraekiira started to drum faster, she began to chant, and the girls went into their dance.

Pressing their bodies together, the dragon images appeared to move with them. Their coils seemed to wrap around the girls bodies, caressing and embracing them. The images moved over the girls taught bellies, slid over and between their proud breasts, then down to the pale patches of soft hair between their dancers legs.

“Gods!” Garth swore softly as he gazed at the erotic sight before him. He could feel himself growing aroused, the crotch of his breeches growing tight as his cock filled with blood.

Leagues to the north, high in the walls of the Kaladur Pass, a magical gate gently vibrated, in time with Iraekiira’s drumming and chanting. Behind the gate, in the shadowy Realm of the Dead, a dragon raised his head from sleep and opened his yellow eyes. “They approach,” he said to himself, then closed his eyes and returned to his slumber. 

The girls moved faster and faster, sweat glistened on their incredible bodies as they drew closer and closer to the rapt sellsword. Iraekiira drummed faster and faster, the girls spinning and writhing to the hypnotic beat.

Garth’s mouth was dry, his cock was swollen and hard, he knew he had to have these women.

Abruptly, the drumming ceased. The dancers fell to their knees before him, their heads bowed, their skin glowing from the exertion. “We offer ourselves to you, Garth. My daughters will show you pleasures of the flesh that only a dancer can provide.” Iraekiira moved to Garth and began unbuckling his mail shirt.

The girls removed Garth’s boots, then unlaced his breeches, pulling them down his strong legs.

Iraekiira smiled as she looked at the hardness that sprung from Garth’s crotch. “If you are still able after my daughters have pleasured you, I offer you my own body as well.” She threw her cloak aside to reveal her own naked glory.

Garth could only roll his eyes as Sarila bent her mouth to his cock and took him into her mouth.

As one sister sucked his cock-head into her throat, the other stood beside him and fed him her firm, ripe breasts.

Garth reached down and slid his hand between Tarila’s silky thighs. He curled his fingers upward and found her cunt – it was wet, hot and ready. The blond trembled with delight as Garth thrust his fingers into her hungry cunt. A sigh escaped her mouth as she let herself become impaled on the warriors strong fingers.

Garth looked at Tarila, her eyes closed as her pelvis undulated in rhythm with the movement of Garth’s fingers in and out of her, now soaking, pussy. He looked down then at Sarila, her soft amber hair falling over his muscular thighs as her head moved up and down, her soft lips tight around his bulging shaft, her tongue pressed against the huge vein. Sarila reached up and cradled Garth’s heavy balls, her fingers gently caressing them, adding to the sensation that her mouth was giving him. Tarila reached out and touched Garth’s cheek, guiding his face back to her breasts, offering them to him for his feasting.

Iraekiira, her body radiant in it’s naked splendor, moved between her daughters. Her perfect breasts quivered slightly as she walked, their erect nipples tracing small patterns in the air. She began caressing her daughters, touching their breasts, their buttocks, reaching down and caressing the soft downy hair of their wet cunts. “You have them well stimulated Garth,” she said, her soft voice filled with invitation and promise. She looked at Sarila, eagerly sucking Garth’s cock. “Will you be able to regain your – hardness – when Sarila has sucked you dry?” 

Garth leaned his head back and gasped, “One of you can suck me back to life.”

Iraekiira smiled, “I like your determination. Much pleasure awaits you, we will bring you to levels of bliss you have never before imagined possible.” Garth’s balls were filling, his wrinkled sac now smooth and tight.

Sarila sucked him into her throat and swallowed his throbbing cock-head. He could take no more. His cock erupted in Sarila’s throat. Hot semen poured down her gullet as she hungrily swallowed every pearly drop. As Garth came, he thrust his fingers deeper into Tarila’s pussy. Her swollen cunt lips tightened around Garth’s fingers, her juices washed over them as she came in a frenzy of thrusting hips, wet sexual sounds and throaty moans.

Iraekiira moved her daughters aside and stood before Garth, who was now breathing quite heavily. “Do you still have some fire in your loins?” she took his half hard cock in her small hand and lightly breathed on it. It responded by swelling and growing hard again.

“Ah – yes it appears you do,” she crooned, lowering her lips to the dark, swollen head.

Garth gasped as Iraekiira captured his cock in her hot, skillful mouth. “Gods woman – you’ll suck my toenails off.”

Iraekiira looked up at him, her eyes gleaming as her cheeks hollowed and her soft lips moved up and down Garth’s rigid cock. Her soft hair falling forward over Garth’s thighs.

When she was satisfied that Garth was hard enough, Iraekiira released his cock from her mouth and licked her lips. “Now that the edge is off, we can enjoy each other better.” She stood up and straddled Garth’s legs. Her breasts were in his face, her soft, wet cunt, inches from his pulsing cock-head. “I want you feel you inside me Garth, filling me.” She moved her hips back and forth, caressing Garth’s cock-head with her wet cunt-lips.

Garth leaned forward and began sucking and biting her nipples, his hands grasping the firm cheeks of her ass. He pulled her down as he thrust his hips upward. In a single, savage, thrust, Iraekiira was impaled on Garth’s massive cock.

A gasp escaped Iraekiira’s throat as the air was driven from her lungs by the force of Garth’s thrust.

The twins muttered their amazement at the way Garth was handling their mother. They were used to watching their mother control every sexual encounter – this one was different.

Garth, gripping Iraekiira’s ass cheeks, sat forward and slowly stood up. Iraekiira’s legs wrapped around Garth’s hips, her cunt still impaled on his rigid cock, her head thrown back in a look of total sexual bliss. Garth walked to the bed and lay down on the feather pad, Iraekiira’s legs around his torso, his cock buried deep in her hungry cunt. As the sorceress moaned and urged him on, Garth began thrusting, pounding his cock into her eager cunt with an animal ferocity. His lips curled back in a snarl as he rammed his cock harder and harder into Iraekiira’s steaming cunt.

As the twins watched, their mother surrendered completely to this fierce warrior, this lover that had, apparently, conquered the Dragon Mistress. They moved closer, their tongues flicking over their ruby lips as they gazed at the two bodies on the bed.

“Closer - come closer,” Iraekiira managed to gasp, beckoning her daughters to approach her. As they drew close, Iraekiira reached out and took their hands, bringing them to her body. “Caress me - caress my breasts - caress Garth’s balls,” she urged them.




Sellsword Ch. 05



“No,” Garth growled, “not yet.” He lifted Iraekiira’s legs into the air and swung her around until she was on her hands and knees. He rammed his cock back into her and began fucking her like an animal. With one hand he pulled her long blond hair back - like the reins of a horse. With the other hand he reached out and fingered Tarila’s wet cunt, coating his fingers with her slick, warm juices. He placed his wet fingers between Iraekiira’s ass cheeks and began fingering her tightly puckered ass. Slowly he was able to insert two fingers, he began finger fucking her ass as her daughters watched in rapt fascination.

“Yes,” Iraekiira moaned, “fuck my ass, take all of me.” To the twins amazement, she was begging Garth to ass fuck her, and he was accepting the invitation.

He pulled his cock from the sorceress’ dripping cunt and positioned the swollen head against her tiny rosebud. Gripping her ass cheeks, he slammed his cock into the tight opening with a single, merciless thrust. Iraekiira cried out in combined pain and pleasure as she felt Garth’s massive cock invading her ass.

The twins joined them on the bed - Tarila beneath her mother, Sarila kneeling behind Garth.

Tarila began licking and sucking Iraekiira’s swollen clitoris, her tongue flicking back and forth over the throbbing nub.

Sarila put her mouth to Garth’s swinging balls and began caressing them with her lips and tongue.

Garth could feel himself approaching the point of no return, his balls were filling quickly. The wrinkled sac drawing taught, his balls aching for release.

Beneath him, Iraekiira was fast reaching the most intense orgasm she had felt in many years. Her ass cheeks flexing as her sphincter tightened around Garth’s pounding cock - her cunt running with juices as her muscles tensed and her nerves began to tingle.

Tarila hungrily licked up her mother’s flowing juices, savoring each drop. Sarila fondled Garth’s heavy balls, her tongue flicking up and down the crease of his ass.

With a mighty thrust and an animal roar, Garth slammed his pulsating cock deep into Iraekiira’s bowels as his balls spasmed and hot cum erupted from the throbbing head of his raging cock.

Iraekiira’ her body convulsing with ecstasy, cried out her orgasm, her body tightening around Garth’s exploding cock as she milked every, pearly, drop of semen that poured from it.

Their bodies glistening with sweat, Garth and Iraekiira collapsed onto the bed.

As Garth’s cock slowly deflated, Iraekiira, reluctantly, let it slip from her ass. A thin stream of cum leaked out and puddled on the blanket. Garth looked at the twins, he thought he saw the dragon images moving, delving between the girls legs. “A trick of the light,” he told himself as he dressed.

After kissing Iraekiira and the twins, and fondling each of them, Garth left the wagon to return to his (and Jarveena’s) tent. 

“Well,” Jarveena asked, with a smile on her face, “how were they?” 

Garth knew what she meant, and knew she was not angry. “Good, Iraekiira is very good in fact.” He lifted his fingers, still damp with the women’s juices.

Jarveena took a sniff, then licked the juices from Garth’s fingers. “Mmm, tasty. Which one is that?”

Garth chuckled, “All three of them.”

As he was pulling his boots off, Garth sniffed the air, “Is that me I smell?”

Jarveena smiled sweetly, “Not entirely. While you were in the wagon, Hawk paid me a visit. He, too, is very good.”

Too tired to do anything else, the two of them lay down and dropped off to sleep, wrapped in each others arms.

With first light, the caravan got underway. Garth, Hawk and Jarveena took their usual positions around Iraekiira’s wagon.

When the caravan stopped to rest the animals, Iraekiira opened the wagon door and invited Jarveena to join her for some mint tea. “It looks like she wants to get better acquainted with you now, my love,” Garth teased.

“If so, then I will have to make her wait until I’m ready,” Jarveena whispered, ignoring Iraekiira’s first invitation and setting about tending to her horse.

Nothing more was heard from the wagon, not the rest of the day, nor that night.

The following morning they were under way once more. “SMOKE TO THE EAST!” the lead rider called back announcing what he had spied near the horizon.

Iraekiira put her head out of the wagon and bid Garth and Hawk to join the riders that were setting out to investigate.

“Please stay near the wagon, Jarveena, in case there is trouble,” the sorceress asked, the look in her eyes conveying an additional message. 

Jarveena acknowledged her with a knowing smile and a nod as Garth and Hawk rode off. From the distance, Jarveena estimated that they would be gone for at least two hours, perhaps longer. She reined in her horse, dismounted and tied it to the wagon.

After making certain the horse would be safe following the wagon, Jarveena stepped up onto the rear deck and opened the door. Even in the dimly candlelit lit interior, Jarveena could see the twins, sitting against the front wall, while their mother reclined on a pile of silk cushions.

All three women were naked, and the flickering light of the candles cast tantalizing shadows on their soft, pale skin.

“We’re glad you have finally accepted our invitation, Jarveena,” Iraekiira said softly, beckoning the woman to join her. “Come, relax beside me.” Jarveena unbuckled her sword belt and set it on the floor nearby, the Hart Bow and quiver followed. Then she set about loosening the buckles on her mail shirt.

“Tarila, Sarila, help Jarveena with her armor.”

The twins assisted Jarveena in the removal of her mail, setting it atop the sheathed sword and the bow.

“Would you like some mint tea, Jarveena?” Tarila asked, as her twin brought cups from a small chest.

Jarveena declined until she saw the three women sipping the steaming brew.

“Satisfied it’s not poison?” Iraekiira chuckled, offering Jarveena her cup. 

Jarveena felt invigorated by the tea - invigorated, and warmed. She unlaced the top of her leather shirt and leaned back against the cushions. 

“You are a very beautiful and desirable woman, Jarveena,” the sorceress whispered, her face moving closer to Jarveena’s. “Do you not find me desirable as well?”

Jarveena felt her face flush as she gazed into Iraekiira’s eyes.

Their lips met - tentatively at first - then with a growing ardor. Their tongues began to play and dance as the kiss grew in intensity and heat.

Iraekiira’s fingers slipped beneath Jarveena’s shirt and found her heavy, resilient breasts. The sorceress fondled one then the other, teasing the nipples into full erection.

Jarveena sighed at the sensation - the hands on her breasts and the lips on hers - feelings of passion and desire growing deep inside her. Iraekiira broke the kiss, lifting her lips and taking Jarveena’s face in her hands. She guided Jarveena’s face downward until her breasts were presented to Jarveena’s mouth.

The sorceress moaned softly as Jarveena began to suckle on her firm nipples. She held her head to her heaving bosom and nodded to her daughters to join them.

Jarveena offered no resistance as the twins unlaced her breeches and pulled them, with her boots, from her body.

Their hands began caressing Jarveena’s strong thighs and firm ass before delving between her legs to investigate the pale patch of soft hair nestled there.

Tarila slipped her fingers into Jarveena’s wet slit, letting them move over the soft folds of her cunt lips.

Sarila’s fingers moved between Jarveena’s ass cheeks, seeking, and finding, the tight puckered rosebud of her sphincter. 

Jarveena felt herself being fingered as the twins probed Jarveena’s cunt and ass with their fingers. Her lips were moving over Iraekiira’s lush breasts, while her fingers moved over the sorceress’ body, moving downward until she found the junction of Iraekiira’s silken thighs and the soft, wet curls waiting there.

Iraekiira sighed as Jarveena’s fingers found her swelling clitoris and gently stroked it.

Tarila moved her fingers in and out of Jarveena’s dripping cunt, then pressed her lips to the throbbing nub of Jarveena’s clitoris. A gasp escaped Jarveena’s throat as Tarila’s tongue flicked up and down her steaming cunt before her lips sucked Jarveena’s clitoris into her mouth and her teeth bit on it gently.

Iraekiira’s cunt lips began to swell, tightening their grip on Jarveena’s fingers. Her juices flowed freely as she quickly approached an orgasm. Between the twins fingers, and Tarila’s mouth, Jarveena too was nearing the edge. Her body was as taught as a bow string as she felt the twins fingers probing deep within her.

Jarveena and Iraekiira moaned loudly as their bodies crested the peak and powerful orgasms engulfed them, completely, totally. Their bodies quivered with the intensity of their release.

Jarveena’s ass and cunt clutching tightly to the twins fingers, her cunt grinding hungrily over Tarila’s mouth.

Iraekiira writhed and impaled herself on Jarveena’s strong fingers as she pressed her heaving breasts into the woman’s sucking mouth. As the two women fell away from each other, to lay on their backs, the twins moved into position over them.

“Now it’s our turn,” Sarila purred, straddling her mothers face and lowering her self to Iraekiira’s waiting mouth.

Jarveena watched as Tarila, who’s mouth had brought her such pleasure, poised over her face. Her wet cunt lips glistened with her juices as Jarveena reached up and held her smooth hips, then pulled her down until they were joined, mouth to pussy.

Unselfishly, each of the twins returned the attention of Jarveena and Iraekiira. Tarila placed her mouth, once again, to Jarveena’s eager cunt and began moving her lips and tongue over the dripping folds of her cunt lips. Likewise, Sarila began licking and sucking her mothers waiting pussy, her tongue moving in and out of Iraekiira’s cunt like a small cock, while she, herself, enjoyed her mothers mouth on her cunt. The heat of their lust and the intensity of their desire drove them to orgasm again and again. Finally, sweat bathed as they were, the four women collapsed in a tangle of limbs. Gasping for breath, their bodies wrung out like limp rags as they lay there, recovering their composure. 

Iraekiira was the first to break the silence, “Will you be able to satisfy Garth tonight?”

Jarveena smiled and gently felt her soaking wet cunt, “I can always suck his cock - he likes that.”

“Yes,” Iraekiira agreed, “he does, doesn’t he?”

Jarveena looked at the woman, then began laughing, “I’d be a fine one to be jealous, wouldn’t I?”

As Jarveena was stepping from the wagon, Garth and Hawk rode up, their horses lathered from the hard ride. Garth swung down and began walking his horse.

“Looks like an orc raid,” he stated, “probably sometime just before dawn.” 

“We’d be wise to keep our own night guard,” Hawk added, wiping his horse down with a blanket.

Iraekiira, at that point, looked out of the wagon, “What’s going on?” she asked of no one in particular.

“You and the twins need to remain in the wagon tonight,” he went on to explain about the orc raid, then turned to Hawk and Jarveena. “You two ride on top of the wagon, Jarveena, you ride with the driver, Hawk, you on the roof. I’m going to ride sweep, so you both keep cool heads and clear eyes.” He grinned, “I don’t want to be feathered for an orc.” When the caravan reached the site of the pre-dawn raid, the scene was one of complete carnage. Bodies encircled the smoldering wreckage of the single wagon – human, orc and elf, all testified to the fierceness of the fighting.

“I recognize this one,” Denton announced, pointing to a half burned corpse. “Caldrake of Keoan. He didn’t usually travel this route. I wonder why he did this time?”

“It looks like he was bound for Kaladur,” Garth suggested, picking up a map showing the fastest route.

Garth and Hawk, along with the rest of the guards, investigated the scene. Among the bodies they found the remains of what appeared, from his robes, to be a wizard.

At the mention of Kaladur, Iraekiira listened closely, peering from the wagon when it was known that a wizard was found. “Shelton!” she whispered to the twins. “Shelton, the wizard of Tarsk, was on his way to Kaladur.”

“What does that mean to us, mother?” Sarila queried. 

“Perhaps coincidence, but I doubt that, it’s more likely that we are not the only ones that know of the Gate. Shelton would have been trying to destroy it.”

Denton ordered the caravan to get under way, “There’s nothing more we can do here.”

As the caravan began moving, the sorceress muttered a few arcane words, and vanished from sight.

Now invisible, Iraekiira was able to slip from the wagon and inspect the wizards remains, as well as the wreckage of his wagon. Among these ashes she discovered part of a scroll containing an incantation that she recognized. It was the incantation that had sent her lover to the Realm of the Dead in the first place.

Still unseen, Iraekiira was able to slip back into the wagon where she returned to her normal state. She informed the twins of her find, hid the scroll in her trunk, then lay back to regain the strength she had expended maintaining the spell.

With Jarveena beside the driver, Hawk sitting ready on the roof, and Garth scouting around the wagon, the caravan moved on. The mood of all the guards was tense – the caravan continued moving well through the night, stopping only to rest the beasts – there was no sign of the orc raiding party.

After the discovery of the orc raid, Garth, Jarveena and Hawk attended to their duties and avoided spending time in their employer’s wagon. Once they reached Kaladur, however, it was a very different story. Kaladur is walled on all sides. The north gate opens onto the Kaladur Pass a high gouge through the rocky cliffs. The route cannot be traveled during the winter months - the wind roars through the pass fierce and cold, driving the snow and sleet before it like frozen spikes. It was late afternoon when the caravan entered through the eastern gate. The setting sun in their faces giving the gate guards the advantage - should trouble break out.

“Welcome to Kaladur,” Garth snorted as they rode through the gateway. He regarded the armed personnel with disdain as they were mostly conscripts. 

“They don’t look like they’d be much help, do they?” Hawk laughed, nodding his head to the nearest guardsman.

A window opened in the side of the wagon and Iraekiira looked out. “Go to the Longsword Inn, driver,” she instructed, naming the most luxurious and expensive inn in the city. “You will be my guests of course,” she said to Garth, lightly licking her soft lips with the tip of her tongue. The common room at the Longsword was large and well appointed. As the six of them sat sipping their refreshments, Iraekiira informed her bodyguards that she would not be continuing on with the caravan. Her destination, she said, was the Kaladur Pass itself, and she would very much like Garth, Jarveena and Hawk to continue as her guards.

When they heard the fee, all three agreed at once. 

“Good,” Iraekiira smiled. “Now that that’s settled, I would like the three of you to join my daughters and I for a light supper in our suite. In, say an hour?”

After sponging off the dust of the road, the three sellswords met at the door of Iraekiira’s suite of rooms. Garth tapped lightly on the door. When the door swung open, his eyes were treated to the sight of Sarila, clad only in a flowing robe, the light of the room making her young body quite visible through the diaphanous fabric.

“Please, come in,” she said, her voice soft and musical. “My mother is still getting ready, but may my sister and I offer you some refreshment?” The mint tea was sweet and cool, a pleasing change to the ale and sour wine they had been drinking since they left Galoria. When Iraekiira swept into the room, it was like the entry of an erotic vision.

Her hair, long, lustrous and thick, was piled atop her head and held with jeweled pins and silver chains.

Her catlike eyes made even more seductive by the skillful use of kohl to make them appear even larger.

Tiny silver bells, fastened to her erect nipples, offered their sweet sound with every move she made and breath she took. Naked, Iraekiira looked like a goddess. Her body firm and trim, her high breasts seemed immune to gravity. Her waist swept downward to smoothly flaring hips – hips that tapered into silken thighs and long, well turned legs.

About her ankles, silver bells lent their soft sound to those hanging from her nipples.

She was a vision.

Iraekiira pirouetted before the three warriors, letting them drink her in feeling the heat from their hungry eyes – then she motioned to her daughters.

As one, the twins stood and shrugged off their translucent robes. Their bodies rivaled that of their mother. They could only be described as spectacular.

Hawk, who had not, so far, been privileged to see the three women in such a glorious display, was awe struck.

Garth and Jarveena, who had been so privileged, were awe struck as well. “Hawk, Garth,” Iraekiira held her hands out to them. “Join me, join me in exploring the joys of the flesh.”

The two men quickly shed their clothing.

As they were stripping, Iraekiira looked at Jarveena, “would you not enjoy my two daughters, Jarveena?”

Garth’s woman quickly started to unfasten her leathers – the twins rushed to assist her.

Six naked bodies now occupied the cushions strewn on the floor.

Iraekiira bid Garth and Hawk to lay back and allow her to prepare them. The twins, wasting no time, were already stroking and kissing Jarveena’s willing body, even as she returned their attentions with her lips and fingers.

The scent of jasmine and musk now mingled with the scent of passion as Iraekiira bent to take a cock in each hand.

Slowly stroking the hard members, she then moved to take Hawk’s slender cock in her mouth.

The half elf gasped at the electric touch of her lips as she sucked his cock into her warm, wet mouth.

Nearby, Sarila’s wet cunt was pressed to Jarveena’s mouth, while Tarila’s mouth was pressed to Jarveena’s steaming pussy. The two sisters shifted position to permit Sarila to reach her sisters cunt and move her tongue up and down her wet slit.

Iraekiira alternated, sucking first Hawk, then Garth, then Hawk again. Both men were groaning as their cocks were treated to this oral sorceress’ skill.

Hawk, having been without a woman since Jarveena, was the first to cum. 

His balls spasmed as he filled Iraekiira’s sucking mouth with his hot seed. For her part, Iraekiira sucked and stroked his pulsing cock until she had milked it dry. She then turned to Garth’s swollen cock. His balls were full and swollen, aching for release.

Iraekiira showed him no mercy, sucking and licking his cock with a will, as her soft hands fondled and caressed his balls. The sorceress rejoiced in the way Garth filled her mouth, his throbbing meat heavy on her tongue, the swollen head lodged in the top of her throat.

She swallowed.

Garth threw his head back and thrust his hips upward, driving his exploding cock still deeper into Iraekiira’s willing throat.

Thick ropes of hot semen poured from Garth’s pulsating cock to flow down Iraekiira’s hungry throat.

She swallowed every pearly drop that Garth gave her – then she milked him dry.

“By the GODS woman!” Garth swore, “I’ve no TOENAILS left!” 

“But I do hope you’ve got some – ah – iron left,” Iraekiira purred, “I want both you and Hawk to fuck me – together.” 

Garth and Hawk looked at each other, then at Iraekiira, then at the tangled bodies that were Jarveena and the twins.

“They do put on quite a performance don’t they?” Iraekiira whispered as her fingers began caressing the two cocks she had just sucked with such abandon.




Sellsword Ch. 06



Sellsword 6 – The Dragon Lord

This story was previously posted on a site that is no longer fully functional



With the Dragon Dancers and their mother slain, Garth, Jarveena and Hawk rode slowly back to Kaladur. Little was said among them as they traveled – each was deep in their own thoughts.

“Grieve not, Jarveena.” The words entered Jarveena’s mind, as clear as if they had been spoken. “I will be with you as long as you carry the dagger.” 

“Quinn!” Jarveena said, her voice soft but hopeful. She looked about and was relieved that neither of her companions had heard her. “We will never know what could have been, Jarveena, but you must always remember what was.”

Vivid images swept before her mind's eye, images of Quinn thrusting into her with a wild, almost savage, abandon. Sex magic he had called it – and it was truly magical. “Yes,” she said to herself, “I will always remember.” 

Garth slowed to allow Jarveena to get beside him. “We’re going to have to do something about this Dragon Lord. You know that don’t you?” he asked. 

“We’ll need more strength than we have now though,” Jarveena responded. “Even with the sword and the bow, we’re but three - and none of us with any magical abilities.”

They reached the Longsword Inn by dusk of the third day. After food and ale, the companions retired to their rooms.

“You’re in love with Quinn aren’t you?” Garth asked quietly as he pulled his boots off.

“I don’t know,” Jarveena replied, slowly unlacing her shirt. “He affected me, when we were together it was magical. Sex with him was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.”

“Well,” Garth said, “with his essence caught in that dagger. . . “ his voice trailed off.

Jarveena stood before him, her feet apart, her shirt undone and her fists upon her hips. “Look at me, you big ox!” she demanded. Garth looked up.

“I’m your woman, you stubborn mule! I’ve been your woman since the day you took me from the Duke’s household, and I’ll be your woman until you send me away, or I die.” Her beautiful face was flushed and her proud breasts heaved.

Garth’s face took on a sheepish look.

“You big ox,” Jarveena said, tenderly. She knelt before him and placed her palms on his hard, muscular thighs. “You and I are two of a kind,” her voice was soft and gentle. “I’m as promiscuous as an Elvish queen, and you’d fuck a rock pile is there was a female snake under it.” 

Garth couldn’t help but grin, “’T’would have to be a comely snake though.” 

“When all is said and done,” Jarveena said softly, “we come back to each other, because that’s where we both belong.” Her nimble fingers began loosening Garth’s breeches. “Now let me show you how I feel about you.” 

Garth sighed as Jarveena freed his rapidly swelling cock and gently caressed it.

She leaned forward and exhaled on Garth’s cock head - drawing a deep groan from his throat. Jarveena formed her soft, moist lips into an “O” and lowered them to the waiting head of Garth’s now fully erect cock. Garth thrust his hips forward as he felt Jarveena’s mouth suck him inside, her tongue pressing the large vein as her lips nibbled their way down his raging shaft, until the head was lodged at the top of Jarveena’s throat. Gently fondling Garth’s hairy balls, Jarveena swallowed his cock head. Garth reacted with a groan of pure animal lust as he grabbed Jarveena’s hair and began thrusting his cock in and out of her willing mouth. As Garth fucked her mouth, Jarveena struggled to push her tights down her legs and kick them off. She then pulled Garth’s breeches down and returned to fondling and caressing his, quickly filling, balls. She pulled her head back, releasing Garth’s cock. “Fuck me, Garth, fuck me,” she pleaded, raising up and straddling his lap.

Her cunt was poised above Garth’s dark cock head, her wet lips moving back and forth, wetting the swollen knob as she reached down and tightly gripped the pulsating shaft. With a loud moan, Jarveena impaled herself on Garth’s cock, feeling the rigid tower of meat stretch her cunt as it slid deep inside her.

Garth threw back his head and groaned as he felt Jarveena’s cunt lips swell and tighten around him.

Their bodies moved in unison, each meeting the others motion, giving, taking, thrusting, yielding.

Jarveena lowered her mouth to Garth’s and they kissed with a blazing passion as their desire blazed within them.

The warrior’s big hands came up and began kneading Jarveena’s firm, warm breasts. His thumbs teasing her already erect nipples. Jarveena leaned forward and pushed Garth back, flat on the bed. Her thighs clutched his torso as she moved up and down his raging cock. Garth reached down and grabbed Jarveena’s ass cheeks, squeezing them as he directed the tempo of their movement. Animal grunts escaped his throat as Garth thrust his cock deep into Jarveena’s hungry cunt - harder and faster with each stroke.

The wet sounds of fucking and moans of ecstasy filled the small room as Garth and Jarveena rapidly approached their peak. Jarveena’s swollen cunt lips gripped Garth’s rampaging cock. Garth’s balls filled and ached for release, his powerful hands squeezing and kneading Jarveena’s quivering ass cheeks. Throwing her head from side to side, Jarveena’s long hair whipped over Garth’s chest. She could feel herself tumbling over the peak, her hot juices washing over Garth’s pounding cock.

With a roar, Garth thrust himself deep inside Jarveena’s spasming cunt. He could feel his cock pulsating as his balls emptied into his throbbing shaft. His seed erupted into Jarveena’s cunt - hot and thick - filling, then flooding Jarveena’s hungry pussy, until their fluids joined and flowed from her cunt to pool on Garth’s belly. Their orgasms continued, wave after incredible wave of ecstasy washing over and through their sweat drenched bodies. Muscles coiling and relaxing, nerve endings a-tingle they came and came. Jarveena ground her cunt over Garth’s erupting cock. Her eager pussy milking every pearly drop from him, until he was spent and his cock slowly began to deflate.

“Does that show you how I feel toward you, you oaf?” Jarveena whispered, slipping down Garth’s legs to, once more, kneel on the floor. She lowered her lips to the puddle of thick nectar that had poured from her cunt and began to lick it up, savoring each and every drop. Garth lifted Jarveena onto the bed and pressed his mouth to hers.

Their kiss was one of passion and satisfied desire. Garth could taste their juices on her lips and tongue as their mouths slid together, lips parted, tongues playing and dancing. When, at last, they broke their kiss, the two lovers lay there, letting their breathing return to normal.

Jarveena spoke first, “Do you understand now, Garth. I’ll always be your woman, as you’re my man.”

The sellsword looked into his woman’s eyes, seeing in them the depth of her feeling for him. “I understand,” he said softly. The next morning, as Garth and Jarveena sat with Hawk, the topic of conversation was the Dragon Lord and what, if anything, they would do about him.

“I’m loath to meddle in the affairs of dragons,” Hawk said, “Elf flesh is particularly tasty to their kind.”

“If Iraekiira was the only one that knew the whereabouts of the gate, then there will be no need for us to intervene,” Garth commented. Jarveena shook her head. “Quinn knew where it is, as did Sheldon, the mage. If there were three, there will be others.” Her jaw was firm. “We must do something to prevent his return to this plane.” “There are but three of us,” Hawk reminded her. “And none of us a mage.” As Hawk said this, two people entered the inn. The man was huge, bigger even than Garth. He was clad in chainmail and wore the look of a northerner. His companion was much smaller and slender, clad in a concealing cloak and cowl. They approached the bar and spoke in hushed tones to the innkeeper.

The innkeeper, sweeping some gold coins from the bar, inclined his head toward the table where sat Garth, Jarveena and Hawk. “This may be trouble,” Hawk whispered, dropping his hand to his sword hilt. Garth, his hand resting on Soulcatcher’s hilt, watched the newcomers very carefully.

“The small one is a woman,” Jarveena observed, whispering in Garth’s ear. “We understand you are acquainted with Sheldon of Tarsk,” the blond northman said – more a statement than a question. “We know something of him,” Garth responded in a hard, level voice, “not that it’s any of your affair.”

“Mercenary DOG!” the big man shouted, starting to draw his sword. “Do you know who you’re insulting?”

Garth had been waiting for that move – with a mighty push of his legs, he sent the heavy oak table slamming into the northman’s legs, putting him off balance for just long enough. Garth drew Soulcatcher, and leaped to his feet.

To Garth’s left, Hawk was on his feet, sword drawn and leveled. To Garth’s right, Jarveena was drawing the Hart Bow, the arrowhead pointed at the strangers chest.

“It would be my guess that I’m insulting a dead man.” Garth said, a hard edge to his voice.

“’Tis three against me,” the northman said, his grip still firm on his sword. “Is your courage that of numbers?”

Garth smiled, recognizing courage when he saw it. “Were it but you and I, it would still be an unfair fight. Look at the blade of my sword.” The northman looked at the pulsing, black blade of Soulcatcher, he heard it’s hungry moan and knew at once that this was a brand of mighty enchantment. He let his own sword slip back into its scabbard. “Please forgive my bodyguard,” the cloaked stranger spoke. The voice was soft and decidedly female. “He is, at times, overly protective.” The stranger pushed back her cowl to reveal a face of striking beauty. Chestnut hair framed a fair complexioned face. Gray eyes shone above a straight nose, her voice came from softly ruby lips. “I am Moira, daughter of Sheldon, this is Wulf, my bodyguard. What do you know of my father?”

Garth motioned for the pair to be seated and ordered mead for them before telling Moira what he knew.

“I fear your father is dead, Moira. An Orcish raiding party attacked and destroyed his caravan – there were no survivors.” When Moira had regained her composure, she looked at Garth through tear clouded eyes, “Do you know anything of his purpose, his reason for being in that caravan?”

Jarveena responded, “He was to meet and join forces with the Druid, Quinn. 

It was their joint purpose to prevent the return of the Dragon Lord.” Jarveena took a deep breath, “Quinn, too, was killed. Those who sought the return of the Dragon Lord were also slain, by Quinn and Garth.” Jarveena went on to relate what transpired during the encounter with the sorceress Iraekiira and her daughters.

“What became of my father’s scroll?” Moira asked. “Quinn gave it over to me for safekeeping,” Jarveena replied, not noticing Garth’s look of caution that she may be telling too much. Moira exchanged looks with her bodyguard.

“Would it be possible for me to see it?” the wizards daughter asked, her voice almost pleading.

Garth nodded his agreement to Jarveena.

“I’ll bring it to you,” Jarveena rose from the table. “Please, wait here.” In a few minutes, Jarveena returned with the scroll. “Quinn cautioned me not to read these runes,” she said, placing the bound scroll on the table. Moira’s hands trembled as she slipped the leather binding from the parchment and slowly unrolled it. Her eyes grew wide when she recognized her father’s hand. “This is the scroll he told me of, the scroll that will damn the Dragon Lord for all time.” She rolled the parchment back up and retied the leather band. “Since Quinn entrusted this to you, you should keep it - at least for the time being.”

High in the Kaladur Pass, a magical gate vibrated. Deep in the Realm of the Dead, a strange feeling of dread passed over the sleeping Dragon Lord. Slowly, he raised his head, “the scroll still exists. Soon they will be coming to destroy me. Let them come.” His mouth bore what passed for a grin. “I will be ready for them.”

The great head lowered once more, the yellow eyes closing as the Dragon Lord returned to his slumber.

“Your father would have to have been a Master wizard,” Garth commented, “his spell bespeaks considerable power.”

Moira nodded, “He was, in fact a Grand Master. I was his pupil as well as his daughter – I am a Hazard Class mage.”

“Then you could cast his spell, but not conjure it,” Jarveena observed.

“Exactly,” Moira confirmed.

“What can you tell us of this Dragon Lord?” Garth asked, signaling for ale all around.

Moira looked at Garth, her eyes appraising him. “Centuries ago,” she began, “a powerful wizard called Toth wove a spell of enormous power. It summoned to him the power of a dragon to be absorbed into the body of the mage.” Moira paused, “Imagine the magical abilities of a dragon added to the immense power of a Grand Master wizard. But the spell went wrong. It went farther than Toth intended. The dragon was completely absorbed into Toth’s corporeal being. He and the dragon became as one. He was now both man and dragon.” Moira fell silent and sipped her ale. The importance of what she was relating was not lost on her companions. “It took many generations,” Moira continued, “for Toth and the dragon to reach an – accommodation.”

“What sort of accommodation?” Garth asked.

“Which of them would appear and when?” Hawk asked. Moira nodded, “Once he and the dragon had melded, Toth, now calling himself The Dragon Lord, conquered the land from the Kaladur Pass, to the sea and as far south as Kal-sorak. Aided by his army of abominations, he ruled the land, laying it waste, until he was thrown down and damned to the Realm of the Dead.”

Jarveena felt something stir deep within her soul, “Who threw him down?”

“My grandfather and a Druid priest,” Moira responded.

Jarveena knew the answer to her next question, even before she asked it. 

“Quinn?”

Moira simply nodded.

Images flooded Jarveena’s mind. Quinn, her fingers tangled in his white hair. Quinn, his kiss searing her soul. Quinn, lifting her onto his rigid cock. Quinn, the passion and fire of his love making as he thrust his powerful cock into her harder and harder. Quinn, the magical intensity of his orgasm and the equally magical intensity of her own. All these memories flowed through Jarveena’s mind as she spoke. “How can that be?” she asked. “He was old when we were together, but the Dragon Lord was damned centuries ago.”

Moira shrugged, “The ways of Druids are unknown to me, as is their magic.” Shaken, Jarveena excused herself and went up to her room, clutching the scroll to her chest.

“Is she ill?” Moira asked.

“She and the Druid were – close – this news has effected her.” Garth watched Jarveena walking up the stairs. “She’ll be fine.” His heart was less certain than his voice.

Once inside the room she and Garth shared, Jarveena bolted the door and stripped off her clothing. “Quinn,” she asked the empty room, “how have you enchanted me?”

She stretched out on the bed and began massaging her breasts. Her nipples, already starting to stiffen, grew fully erect under her demanding fingers. She closed her eyes and saw Quinn before her. His craggy face, his impossibly blue eyes, his slight smile as he hovered over her.

Her fingers moved downward, lingering over her taught belly before slipping lower to find the top of her thighs and the wet cleft that dwelt between them. A sigh escaped Jarveena’s parted lips as she found, and began stroking, her clitoris. Beneath her skilled fingers, the nub of flesh throbbed and grew. Her cunt lips began to swell as her juices flowed freely. One at a time, her fingers delved into her dripping cunt. Four fingers moved wetly in and out of her tight, hot pussy. She could feel Quinn’s cock pounding into her, stretching her cunt with its girth. She threw her head from side to side as she drew closer and closer to orgasm. Her fingers moving faster and faster, glistening with her thick, hot fluid.

Jarveena moaned, loudly, as she came, her cum flowing like a river, covering her fingers as her cunt spasmed around them. As she lay there, gasping for breath, her eyes fell on Iraekiira’s dagger. “Quinn, come to me,” she gasped, reaching for the weapon and thrusting the pommel deep into her flaming cunt.

“I’m here, Jarveena.”

It was Quinn’s voice, in her ears, not in her mind. Jarveena’s eyes snapped open and she saw him standing at the foot of the bed. “Quinn? But how?” she stammered, releasing the dagger. “You called to me, with passion and desire. I could do naught but come to you as you asked.” His eyes sparkled with life, his craggy face split by his smile. He was naked, and his cock stood rigid and ready. Jarveena held her arms out to him, her legs spread in invitation, “Come to me. Make love to me,” she pleaded.

Quinn knelt between her legs and gently removed the dagger handle from her pussy. He leaned forward and began to lick and kiss the swollen lips of her furnace like cunt.

Jarveena thrust her hips upward, pressing her steaming pussy to Quinn’s mouth. Her hands went to his head, her fingers winding into his snow white hair as she pulled him still tighter to her dripping cunt lips. Quinn’s tongue moved up and down Jarveena’s wet slit, lingering over her throbbing clitoris before slipping inside. His hands gripped her quivering ass cheeks, holding her to his mouth.

Jarveena’s orgasm was almost immediate, her pussy spasming, her juices flowing as the Druid devoured every drop.

No words passed between them as Quinn moved up to cover Jarveena’s sweat covered body with his. His rigid cock brushed against her hungry cunt, the soft, wet hair of her pussy gently stroking Quinn’s swollen cock head. Their mouths met in a searing kiss as Quinn drove his massive cock deep into Jarveena’s eager cunt, stretching her as the full length of him slid into her.

A gasp of pleasure escaped Jarveena’s lips as Quinn began pumping his cock in and out of her. Her legs wrapped about Quinn’s waist as she lifted her hips to meet his savagely thrusting cock.

The Druid’s hands moved over Jarveena’s body, kneading her heaving breasts, twisting and pulling her erect nipples. Jarveena’s fingernails dug into Quinn’s shoulders as the heat of her passion grew and grew. Driven by Quinn’s pounding cock, Jarveena drew closer and closer to climax. Ecstasy overwhelmed her as every muscle in her body grew taut, then released in a torrent of sensation as she came. Moans and cries of pleasure filled the room as Jarveena’s cunt clutched Quinn’s raging hard on, holding him within her steaming pussy as her orgasm washed over and through her. Still, Quinn’s cock thrust into her, filling her and bringing her to the brink again. As she teetered on the edge once more, Jarveena felt Quinn’s cock swelling, throbbing, she knew that he too was about to erupt.

With mingled groans and animal grunts, the two lovers climaxed as one. Quinn’s balls spasmed as his cock exploded, pouring hot semen into Jarveena’s eager cunt.

Jarveena, her legs tightly locked about Quinn’s waist, thrust her hip upward. She felt Quinn’s balls slapping against her ass as her orgasm enveloped and consumed her.

Their desire satisfied, the two rolled apart. Quinn, lying beside Jarveena, his fingers gently stroking her sweating brow. “Jarveena, you must remember what I am about to tell you,” the Druid whispered. “It will mean the difference between life and death when you meet the Dragon Lord.”

Jarveena rolled onto her side and looked at the ancient face of the man she had just made love with. Her eyes filled with puzzlement. “Toth Arkenath. You must remember this name exactly,” Quinn urged. “Repeat it back to me.”

Jarveena did as he asked.

“Again,” Quinn demanded.

When the Druid was satisfied that Jarveena knew the strange words, he relented.




Sellsword Ch. 06



It had been three months since Robert's correspondence with me, regarding our latest battle with the Orkley raiders who attacked Castle Redcliffe. In that time the castle was returning to its former state when it was once used to house an old-forgotten noble House many years prior to the Terrarian Civil-War itself. Their words, their memory lost to the past now.

In that time we now had all of the castles towers operational, and defendable for future incursions from the Orkley raiding parties and other enemies of our shores.

Our ranks swelled, with many of my people volunteering to join my forces, or become household staff at Redcliffe.

Eventually we took in so many new residents to my home, we had to renovate and make new rooms and space for their living quarters.

The castle was brimming with life, at morning and even at night.

The courtyard was a mixture of military drill and market place trade.

Fenris and Gorin worked tirelessly to train new recruits, drill warfare and fighting techniques to farm boys, and young men who had never held a sword or spear in their life before now.

In just three months, we had former farmers who could drill and train other recruits themselves without Gorin and Fenris watching over them.

I also ordered three watch towers made of timber built along the coastline north of Redcliffe, to watch over the stony shores for pirates and raiders. They were always manned by guards, three at each tower on shift-patterns. For these extra duties, I made sure the men who were posted at these remote towers were well-provided for, as were their families.

In those same three months, we never suffered another attack by the Orkley raiders, nor the Besrin pirates or the Death Eaters, yet we never assumed the Eaters would visit our shores as yet.

Time past so quick, that the day of Robert's arrival at Redcliffe came soon and I had the castle prepared for his arrival, the arrival of my Liege Lord.

Adequate quarters were prepared for Robert himself, and his men who would travel from Oakwood.

At mid-day, Robert's arrival was reported by a guard and I mustered my household staff, Gorin and Fenris to my side in the courtyard dressed in our armour, armed and prepared to greet him.

It was a cold day, and under Gorin and Fenris's advice I gave in and wore a thick tunic, steel-plate armour over that, and a thick wolf's pelt around my shoulders.

I had to order the pair of them to do the same as me, since I didn't want them falling ill from the cold before they had to travel with me, and Robert to the capital.

With my broadsword at my side, plunged into the cold ground and holding its handle I watched as Robert rode in ahead of his entourage, in a thick leather surcoat, and steel-plate armour of his own.

He rode at a trot, stopping in front of me and I bowed to my knees slowly as did Gorin and Fenris at my side, their own short-swords plunged into the soil and balanced themselves on their pommels.

Robert dismounted his horse, watching us as he strode over to us wearing thick-set gloves.

He stood in front of me, and smiled beneath his thick beard.

"Get on your feet Koran, by the God and Goddess."

I smiled myself, beneath my own thick beard that had grown in very quickly.

I stood resting my hand on the pommel of my sword.

"Ma'Lord."

I said giving him the respect he deserved.

He took me into a brotherly embrace, with his big paws patting me on my back laughing as he did so.

"Three months, since we last spoke. Even longer since I last saw you, brother."

I nodded in response.

"Aye it has been, I hope Redcliffe befits your expectations?"

That was the moment that Robert appeared in awe, looking around at the large castle around him returned to its former glory.

"God and Goddess, my father told me many a time about Redcliffe and its history. Stories of its beauty, how it was once one of the oldest castles in the whole of Terraria. Terrarian kings, princes, princesses and queens dreamt of visiting it whenever they made a patronage to the north. At one point, the old noble House of Redcliffe was once said to be more powerful than the crown itself, the whole of the north followed them and yet they stayed true to the throne, before the Civil-War itself."

Robert remarked, still looking around him in bewilderment.

"Now they are gone, and have been gone for a long time. Now a new Lord has brought it back to its former glory and beauty, deservedly so."

He finally looked at me smiling.

"It's beautiful brother."

"It's your home ma'lord, always for my Lord but also a brother."

I added smiling.

Robert laughed, and we walked into the castle's great hall together with Fenris and Gorin following behind us.

The rest of the castle returned to its duties, and jobs.

In the whole I had a meal laid out for us all.

Robert was at my side, as I sat at the head of the table with Gorin and Fenris eating and talking with some of Robert's men.

Robert was soaking a piece of crusty, fresh bread in grease from some roasted duck, and steamed veg on his plate as I finished a leg of chicken myself, wiping my hands on a rag.

"Have you heard of the news from across the Eastern Sea?"

Robert asked me sitting back in his chair, reclining as he let his body relax from the enormous amount of duck, vegetables and wine we had already eaten in an hour.

"Nothing, why so?"

I asked sipping Northern Clan ale from a goblet, as did Robert.

"Stiran is in crisis, last word I had that had come through the capital was that the city was being threatened by the native tribes again, like they did a century ago. Native clans and tribes, and their regional kings want the city back from us. Ploys and plots are unfolding, some say that we could lose the city and its lands unless the King sends us over to stop that."

Stiran was a rich port city across the Eastern Sea, on the eastern coast of what we commonly knew as the Far Eastern Lands. Terraria, and its last king had taken the city from the native inhabitants by conquest and force over a century ago. We had held it since that day after an agreement was met with the tribal kings, and leaders that we would hold Stiran and up to a hundred leagues of its lands east and south of its walls. 

But of course since the short war ended, the native Rana people wanted their wealthiest city back from Terrarian hands, and since we took it there had been failed coups and rebellions to free the city from our control. But all failed, and were put down swiftly by Terrarian brigades and forces either already stationed there, or sent over by the crown.

Only one rebellion even came close to actually retaking the city's Palace where the ruling Magistrate resided, but was quickly put down only holding the city for about a day before every rebel was executed for their part. That was almost eighty years ago. 

"Will Terrin send us over then, to retake the city should it fall into Rana hands?"

I asked holding my goblet.

Robert looked at his empty plate, and sighed.

"Perhaps, it seems likely if Magistrate Riniar doesn't contain the problem with the stationed forces then we'll probably be sent over. The last time we put down their rebellion, when they took the Palace it was us over there, northern forces. It were Clan soldiers who took the Palace back within hours of the Rana taking it from us in the first place, we put it down. Terrin will probably send us to do it again I assume."

I swirled what little of the ale I had left in my goblet as I took in this new information.

"Is it truly worth it, going back there to retake the city again? What is its true value?"

I asked.

Robert sipped his ale, and looked across at me to his side.

"Trade, and lots of it. Stiran trades with every major eastern port in the east. Silk, grain, materials, even the banks of Osari do business with the city, and most of its gold passes through it by ship. The Osari using the port in itself, is worth a lot to Terraria. It's all about gold, and the profits the crown takes back in taxes and trade. Without Stiran, we could still field armies but we'd have to dip into our own royal bank itself, at least the crown would have to. That excess of gold hasn't had to be touched in more than a century, not since Stiran was taken. Since then, we've fielded armies and conquests through its taxes alone. If Stiran should fall, the south would feel its loss far more than the north would. But Terrin is no Daemus, when Daemus took Stiran he was brutal. To be fair, Terrin has given more back to the Rana inhabitants of the city than Daemus did. By the God and Goddess, Daemus was a monster to the Rana people. Hunted them down man, woman and child in the city on suspicion alone of being spies."

I nodded, knowing the stories of King Daemus. King Terrin's father.

"Daemus the Mad, he was known for his madness."

Robert nodded knowingly, we had all heard the stories.

"My grandfather told me once, in his final years. He was called to the capital to see Daemus on some matter, and one afternoon called him to his chambers for them to speak alone. When my grandfather Doran arrived to see him, he found him speaking to himself in riddles. Talking to himself, as if he were two different minds in one body. Speaking of fire, blood and burning cities. This was after he had taken Stiran, but what he spoke of was exactly what he had seen when Daemus sent him to fight there. Daemus spoke of burning children, women and screaming mothers. He told me, he had always been cautious around the king because of his ways but after that day he was terrified of him. A king from the Old Days, even then people spoke of Daemus sleeping with his own mother and sister, and that he wished to take his mother as his wife. Obviously it would never be allowed, but Daemus had the mind-set to actually bring those old practises back. The madness bleeds into the royal line, every now and again. But Terrin, he was never like his father but his brothers were akin to his madness without a doubt."

I said nothing to what Robert spoke of, but the truth was I already knew what Terrin's brothers were truly like, when he told me about the night they had murdered his mother, his aunts and uncles to take the throne from him. The night he stopped them from raping his sisters, murdering them.

Our conversation was spoken in whispers, Gorin and Fenris could not hear us and so I asked the question that had been lingering in my mind since the night the King talked of killing his brothers, to save his sisters and take the throne he so hated.

"And what of when Terrin dies? What if we get another King like Daemus, one who would bring the Old Days back to Terraria? What if we get another Aeos again?"

I asked.

Aeos was the worst, the worst King of the Dark Days of Terraria. He raped and pillaged the north, calling northerners only good for hunting, and raping our women. He unified the realm, but in blood. The north laid down its arms after a failed rebellion to bring an early end to those dreaded days, but Aeos was not content with our surrender.

He passed laws that allowed southern soldiers the right, to take any northern woman they wished even the wives and blood of Lords who bent the knee to him.

Even giving the right to kill any northerner, who a southern Terrarian wished to kill without reason.

His reign lasted almost fifty years before he died of syphilis, but not before his mark was left on the Clans and the north.

Aeos's name was spoken in whispers, as if his very name could bring him back to the earth again.

Robert looked at me, and his face was sullen.

"Terrin's son, Prince Reuter is a good man. I've met him in court, he is like his father. Terrin brought him up well. He's not a brutal man, but he has his limits as any man does when dealing with an enemy not open to negotiation. He reads, he learns the laws he is expected to govern and pass as future king. He is not much of a fighter, but he is a strategist. Terrin had him schooled from an early age in warfare, diplomacy and strategy and it's paid off. I do not believe he will become like Aeos or his grandfather Daemus. It's not in him, Terrin would have noticed and probably pushed to have had another son if possible. If he has faith in his son, the realm should share that faith."

Robert explained from memory, having met the Prince in the capital in his lifetime.

"So if Stiran should fall, it would be the Prince crafting strategies and plans instead of his father?"

I asked.

Robert sipped his ale, as a servant girl poured more into his goblet as he thanked her.

"Maybe, he's well-schooled in strategies of battle. Terrin is getting old, maybe too old to lead armies any longer. But the Prince is Terrin's only son, which is why Terrin put a lot of time and care into bringing him up right to take the throne. His daughters Princess Raynor, and Margaret are unable to ascend the throne, as they are women. Reuter is his only heir, and maybe should Stiran fall or need reinforcements I would not be surprised if Terrin sent his son to lead the armies in battle or at least give them their orders. Season him, prepare him for war and violent politics for when he takes the throne."

The young redhead servant girl came over to me, pouring more ale into my goblet and placing a plate of warm bread and salt on the table between me and Robert.

"Smart ploy, the son learns how to be a true king in combat. Some kings not blooded, or seasoned in some form of warfare make poor kings when war comes knocking at the door."

I took a pinch of salt, placing it in my mouth as I bit into the crusty bread and swallowed some sour ale from my goblet.

"Tell that to Aeos, he was seasoned in rebellion and putting down insurgency. Because of that the north suffered under his yolk for nearly fifty years, sometimes a blooded King can be as useless at peace-time as a General when he has no one left to fight." 

Robert reminded me.

I agreed, Aeos was evil and brutal and yet he was seasoned and brought to the throne through war. That didn't mean he ruled well in peace-time, it was the opposite.

"So what of this Summer of Betrothals, you're taking me to in the capital all about?"

I asked.

"Ah the capital is overrun with the noble families, vying for suitable suitors to marry their sons and daughters. Rich foods, rich wines and ale are sold and served throughout the city. It's all a bit pansy, women wearing flowers and dancing all the time. But this is where we can make or break House Candon, we marry you off to a suitable family within the Realm and your House will flourish. You're still young, seasoned in battle, and also in finances and support in your lands. A good family will see that, see that their daughter will be marrying a suitable match that will only benefit their own House."

I nodded.

"So who is attending the festival this year?"

Robert looked up at me.

"Well House Darli are always attending the festival, every year. The Crown allows them to reside at the Palace whenever their members visit the city, for the aid and help they gave to the crown during the Civil-War. They've not forgotten how loyal they were, and so every King now treats them with respect and curtesy. But I do not think any of their women or girls are attending to seek a marriage, I think most of them are already married off in previous summers."

The Darli were the Wardens of the Far South, down in the Mediterranean jungles and deserts of southern Terraria.

The Darli gave absolute loyalty to the crown as we the north did also during the war but the Darli lost a lot to the forces of the usurpers. Many princes and princess of the noble House were killed off in tit-for-tat attacks, assassinations and battles. The Darli lost so much during the war that the crown had to recognise this and show their appreciation to the ancient family.

They were always given the privilege, throughout the year to attend the capital and reside in the royal Palace alongside the royal family as a show of appreciation for their efforts, but in turn the Darli never held any hatred for the north.

The reason was obvious, we had never meddled with them and nor they with us but the fact was we were both very different people, and cultures to those in eastern and western Terraria with their arrogance of anyone not from their regions.

They were natural tanned, with olive skin and beautiful eastern features found in those across the Eastern Sea such as Stiran or Osari.

Some were even black, as dark as coal with braided hair and dark features.

To have been honest with Robert, I would have preferred to have a Darli woman for marriage but it seemed unlikely.

"Then there is House Dayton, Wardens of the East. A few of their daughters are seeking marriage, including Lady Aleanor but she's almost forty now so unlikely to find a suitor she truly would want except another older man from a good enough House. Then there is House Renshaw, Wardens of the West. That sanctimonious little shit Lord Reynolt Renshaw is traveling to the capital with a daughter in tow and is seeking to marry her to Prince Reuter himself if he can actually succeed. Those bastards have always been trying to marry into the royal bloodline. And finally House Durmont, Wardens of the Central Southern lands. Lord Durmont is marrying his daughter Bethany to a worthy suitor, nice girl I hear of, beautiful even at just nineteen seasons of age and still a virgin. A good family, they've done their best to build themselves up since replacing the House who started the whole Civil-War itself as Wardens, but it's been hard. They're a young House themselves, but with good reputation than House Renshaw."

I ate another piece of bread with a pinch of salt from the plate.

"Who is possible for me to marry?"

I asked.

Robert sighed.

"Sadly from those four Warden Houses, I do not believe they'd marry to House Candon. You're still young, and you're House is new. To the Wardens, I doubt they'll see the marriage as worthwhile. I especially know that dog's cunt Renshaw won't marry his virgin daughter to a House lower than his own, even if it's to a good man. He'll choose reputation, an aged House with more years of foundation over any real love his daughter wants. Maybe, possibly Lady Aleanor would appreciate a younger lover. Lord Dayton may agree to the marriage, for a younger man to marry his daughter. The problem is she is entering the age now, where she may not be able to give you children. That's why it's unlikely she will marry anyone younger than her, if she is unable to conceive any children. She's a widow, her husband was killed in a skirmish with bandits near the Dorwhich Marshes about ten seasons ago. He hadn't put a child in her yet, always off fighting wars and struggles too often to be at home long enough to impregnate her. But you would still be married to a Warden House, even House Dayton. It would greatly benefit your House, if you can truly be content with being childless with Aleanor."

I sighed, I wanted children of my own.

Lady Aleanor would be a marriage of benefit, mainly to my House and perhaps having a House so closely linked to House Icefold it could benefit Lord Dayton.

"I do not know if I could do that Robert, I've always wanted a child or children of my own to follow my line, now with my own House I need a line of blood and succession."

Robert nodded, biting on some almonds.

"I know brother, it's what we all want. I do not think Lady Aleanor is truly going to be able to give you that. Perhaps with King Terrin's assistance, he could convince Lord Durmont to marry his daughter to you, if he knows the King and the Crown would appreciate that. But House Durmont can't be forced to marry their youngest child of age, under a King's order to anyone. That would be a nod back to the Old Days, when a King took whatever he wished."




Sellsword Ch. 06



I smiled swallowing the bread and salt.

"So I must depend on my charm to convince Lord Durmont to give me his young, perky daughter?"

I asked winking.

Robert laughed hoarsely.

"Worth a try Koran, worth a try. In any case, we still have the vassal Houses in those regions of the Warden Houses, and even here in the North."

I was curious.

"What do you mean Robert?"

Robert looked uneasy, but eventually spoke.

"Well I have the Brackon children as Wards, some of the girls are of age to marry. Lord John Derrinhall has two daughters now, Emily and Erin. Both are almost nineteen seasons of age, and looking for a worthy suitor. If I spoke to him, he may allow a daughter of his to marry you to bond both your Houses together, especially with you as a soldier and warrior. House Derrinhall could become stronger than it ever has in the past, but stay loyal to the North and House Icefold. It may be what House Derrinhall needs, a bond with a blooded, northern House. God and Goddess know John never made a good soldier, more of a strategist but with you as his son he could deal with banditry and feuds more easily. There are options here in the North Koran, if you do not mind marry to a lower-vassal House."

I guess the idea didn't annoy me, I mean marrying to a Northern House could make things easier for me, to know where my new family lived and what my capabilities were.

If I had to war with another Lord or lower-House, being married to another Northern House would make pooling our forces together, and attacking faster than from another region of the country.

"If that does not suit you brother, you could always seek a marriage with lower-vassal Houses elsewhere, their wealth, their armies could truly add to your strength in the long-run. Most of the vassal-Houses to the other Wardens will be in attendance, names I cannot remember but they will be there. We try our luck we could find you a young wife, and a strong House. It's not like Lord Cathor's son Lawrence, who's an invalid. He lost the use of his legs when riding on a hunting trip, now he is paralysed and even incapable of laying with a woman to make babies. Most of the Houses shun him, some even outright claim he is no longer a man worth marrying. Sad really, he's a good lad I hear just a victim of fate. But you are not like him, what you bring to a marriage is what every woman in the capital will be seeking. Security, love, stability and a secure life that binds your House to their own. You being a soldier, a well-known one to the King himself is a very desirable trait for Lords to seek for, to marry their daughters to you."

Robert explained, and after a moment laughed.

"We'll deal with the politics once we reach the capital, we ride tonight to make haste. We should arrive at the city within a fortnight brother, are your men ready to escort you with me?"

I smiled.

"They are, Fenris and Gorin have been looking forward to this trip since I told them of it. The idea of so many southern brothels appeals to them greatly."

Robert laughed, like the man he was when we were young.

"They don't have to worry about that, those brothels will be very busy and in demand for the week-long festival, so many Lords, cup bearers, soldiers and guards seeking a warm body for the night."

I smiled, but my smile disappeared.

"How is young Serass? I hope she is not proving to be a handful for Lady Catelyn?"

I asked.

Robert's smile disappeared, but a sad frown followed.

"She is doing good brother, I assure you. Catelyn keeps her busy, always travelling around the towns and villages with her outside of Oakwood to see the country people, having Serass with her she tells me is good company for her when I am away on some matters."

I nodded, stroking my goblet.

Robert shoved his hand across the table and clutched at my arm.

"She's safe, Kirktson will never know where she is. We've made sure of that."

I nodded, grateful to my friend for all he was doing for me.

"Thank you brother."

Robert smiled.

"Get some rest brother, and prepare for the journey. We leave at sun down today."

I nodded, and after the food and ale was gone I ordered Fenris and Gorin to prepare the horses and our escort for the journey south.

Less Than a Fortnight Later, Outside the City Gates of Terraria, Capital City, Early Morning

We had been riding for almost a fortnight, through heavy winds and rains to reach the capital city. 

We rode up to the gates of the city, behind traffic of wagons and horse-drawn carriages and many different groups of soldiers, and nobles with their own sigils and colours. 

It was madness, so many horse-drawn carts blocking the road and gates, as the City Guard tried to slowly move the traffic into the city.

Robert alongside me waved at a carriage, near the gate with women in dark clothing, reminiscent of the Far Eastern lands, some of the women wearing thin veils over their faces, and others were as tanned and dark as olives.

At their sides stood armed guards in leather, copper and plated armour wielding spears watching over the women.

"The Darli."

Robert told me.

"Why are they waiting to get inside the city? I thought the Crown held them so highly in esteem?"

Robert laughed.

"They're waiting until the rest of us go into the city, then the Royal Guard themselves will come out here to escort the Darli party to the Palace. It's the way the Darli are escorted into the city, but with it in such chaos right now they'll have to wait for the Royal Guards to get here first."

At that moment a tall, white haired man with broad shoulders and a stout appearance road alongside Robert wearing gilded crimson armour, with a short sword sheathed at his hip.

"Ah Lord Robert, I did not think you would be attending the festival seeing as you married your wife here last year."

The man said with a quip to his voice, and a superiority complex to match.

"Lord Renshaw, quite an honour to see you outside of your lands for once. I hear you are bringing your lovely daughter to the festival, seeking a match for her?"

Lord Renshaw smirked.

"Indeed I am, she's back there in the carriage. I hope the royal Prince sees how much of a beauty she is, and finally marries a worthy suitor to become his future Queen."

Robert smiled at me then turned to Lord Renshaw.

"Indeed, this must be the third attempt you've deployed to marry one of your daughters to Prince Reuter. Yet in every case, he's rejected your offers."

Lord Renshaw looked displeased.

"A foolish young Prince, he'll see sense however when he meets my Juliet I am sure he'll be marrying her to bind our Houses together soon enough."

Robert pulled on his reigns to slow his horse to a trot, as I looked behind us to see a large Crimson coloured carriage being pulled by a pair of horses, with guards riding alongside it. Lord Renshaw's men in tow.

Then it happened, Renshaw looked at me with a scowl on his face.

"And it seems you brought your friend to these festivities, does he hope to marry his young, fledgling House to another of more importance?"

I looked away.

"You will address my friend, as Lord Koran Candon of Redcliffe, Lord Renshaw."

Robert ordered, his tone telling Renshaw not to make the same mistake twice in his presence.

"I am sorry if I offended you, Lord Candon. But is it not true, your House has barely existed for quarter of a year and no longer than that?"

I looked up at Renshaw, his smirk clear and obvious beneath his thin white beard.

"It is true, Lord Renshaw."

I said dryly.

He made a short, quick chuckle.

"A shame really, no one here unless of a very lowly-vassal House would marry into your own House ma'lord."

I said nothing, as Robert stepped in.

"I think differently Lord Renshaw, for a man such as Lord Candon here I believe suitors would see a man who has control over some vast lands, a thriving holdfast of his own, loyal subjects and finances in good state. Not only that, but at least a female suitor could see Lord Candon is more a man of action, than words. He fought with me since I was a child, he fought alongside me in inter-House wars in the North, not to mention fighting off Besrin pirates and Orkley scum who harass our shores. I think, that House Candon has more fortunes to its name than some of the older Houses have."

Renshaw's face scrunched up, filled with anger and resentment.

"The day a lowly peasant Lord of northern swamps, and mountains can sway a marriage from a far more respected House, will be the day the throne goes to a woman."

And with that insult Renshaw galloped ahead of us towards the gates, with his solders in tow behind him. 

The carriage carrying Renshaw's daughter swished past us, as the horses struggled to keep up behind the other riders in the party.

"What a bastard."

Robert said with a chuckle.

"My father always warned me about Lord Renshaw, never to misjudge him and to be on your guard about him at all times. He's an old crow, but still Warden of the West. Not a surprise he's like that, he's never liked the Darli being given the privilege of Royal protection, and gifted to visit the capital whenever they wish. He once said in court, that the Darli were only good for picking trees, and farming. He's a right old prick, forgets that the Darli before the Unification happened beat his House in so many wars, and battles. Those Darli are real fighters, give them a spear and a good shield they have no need to wear armour in battle. At the Battle of Tepinther, in their lands they held a line against a bandit army of more than a thousand savages, but they held their lines and never broke ranks. There's a reason they are so sworn to protect the Crown, they're as respected as much as the north even more so."

I nodded, waiting in our saddles for the long queue of traffic into the city to move along.

Slowly it moved, the Darli visitors waiting at the side.

I then noticed something out of context, a black ragged carriage being led by its rider clad all in black like a farmer. I then noticed it, the glaring eyes from within the carriage peering out at the Darli.

"Robert, unsheathe your sword."

I said quietly doing the same myself, unsheathing my long sword from its scabbard on my thigh.

Robert looked at me gripping his reigns.

His eyes followed mine to the wayward carriage inching closer to the Darli and their carriage, and the women surrounding it.

"What is it?"

He asked me.

I nodded to the rider of the carriage atop his seat, holding the reigns of the pair of horses pulling the carriage.

"Does that look like a farmer to you? Have you ever known a farmer to carry such an expensive sword like that?"

I asked, and then Robert saw what I saw.

The gleaming of steel beneath his tattered robes, it was a sword.

"This is an assassination attempt on the Darli."

Robert surmised in words.

Turning in his saddle to our men, both soldiers of my House and House Icefold. 

"To arms now!"

He roared.

I turned in my saddle to see Gorin and Fenris.

"Fenris, Gorin! Swords up!"

I shouted sliding from my saddle onto the dirt road.

Around us the few City Guardsmen saw us, trying to understand all of the commotion going on.

"Black carriage, rider is armed!"

I shouted sprinting towards the carriage on foot.

Suddenly the doors of the carriage burst open, half a dozen armour clad men dressed all in black stepped out.

All were armed with maces, swords and daggers.

The Darli women screamed, as their protectors stood in front of them protectively.

However there were only four Darli bodyguards, and they were not quick enough to turn their spears towards the armed attackers.

The hooded assassins swarmed around the Darli guards, cutting through their armour and slitting their throats with daggers.

I stepped forward as one of the assassins swung his sword at a young Darli lady, with brown hair and olive skin trying to shield herself with her hands.

I stopped his sword, clash of sparks as metal scraped metal.

"Northman!"

The assassin screamed in a strong-southern accent, akin to the region around the capital.

A sellsword, as I was once.

I pushed his sword upwards, and charged at him making him step backwards.

This allowed me one chance and slid my sword free of his and brought it down on his neck, severing his head from his body.

Blood spurted onto my face, and armour.

Turning on my feet, I could see Robert fighting one of the assassins with his own Great Sword.

Swinging high and low the assassin's flimsy short sword was no match to a Great Sword, and with one final swing the Great Sword broke the shorter sword in two and cut into the man's chest killing him.

Robert tore the Great Sword from the dead man's chest, and was covered from chest to head in the dead man's blood.

I sprinted around the carriage seeing Fenris and Gorin fighting two of the assassin's near the city gate, when I saw one of the assassin's wielding a crossbow.

Clad in black he aimed his crossbow at Fenris, and fired striking him in the shoulder.

Fenris was winged, another shot would kill him.

I would not allow that to happen, and ran at full speed at the crossbow man reloading a fresh bolt into his weapon.

Bringing my sword up in a guarded stance I shoved into him sending him sprawling to the floor, and shoved my sword into his gut through the boiled leather armour he wore.

He squealed like a stuck pig, and gurgled for life.

I was not listening to his dying gurgles for life, and tore my sword free of his stomach.

I saw Fenris had killed the assassin he was fighting, even with an injured shoulder.

The final assassin, the rider atop of the carriage whose sword had drawn my interest was advancing alone on the group of Darli women crying, as an older woman with a veiled face shielded them.

I shrugged off my wolf pelt around neck, and ran for the assassin.

He was bringing his short sword up for a downward strike on the woman shielding her family, and I slid across the muddy ground of the road and swung my long sword low, opening the man's back, and swung again sideways cutting into his stomach slicing through his armour.

He grunted, and shook before slowly collapsing onto his knees.

He was touching with his hands where I had cut him, and the blood flowed around him on the dirt ground.

He fell forwards, and moved no more.

I grunted myself, finally taking a moment to regain my breath standing to my feet looking at the Darli women.

"You're safe, ma'lady."

I told the older woman who wore a long flowing green dress in the style of the Far South, and nodded removing her veil from her face.

She could not be older than her late thirties, with dark hazel eyes and olive skin.

Her mouth was small, but sweet with dark crimson lips.

"Thank you, Northman."

She said simply in a strong accent.

I sheathed my sword, as suddenly horseback guards surrounded us all.

All of them wearing the armour of the Royal Guard, their sigils on their chest plates and wielding long spears and swords.

There were a dozen of them in saddles staring down at us.

The older Darli woman stepped forwards between me and one of the Royal Guards, a Captain even.

"Halt! They saved us, they did not attack us Captain!"

She told him.

The Captain of the Royal Guards surrounding us, raised the face shield of his helmet.

He was a grizzled soldier with a dark brown beard, and green eyes staring at me and the woman.

"Lady Eranna, are you sure of this?"

He asked her holding his sword at his side, ready for use.

Lady Eranna of the House Darli, I heard of her.

She was the current wife of the Warden of the Far Southern lands, Lord Yaran and was a strong willed woman, even said to be the power behind House Darli with her husband.

"Yes, the Northmen saved us Captain. The assassin's came from that carriage, and killed our guards. If the Warden of the North and his men had not intervened, we would be dead."

The Captain looked at me closely scrutinising everything in my appearance, from my bloody sword to the blood that covered my armour.

"Very well, ma'lady. We must get you safely within the walls of the Royal Palace for your own safety."

I looked at Robert who was sheathing his Great Sword on his back one more in it's scabbard.

"Not without Lord Icefold and—"

Lady Eranna said before turning to me waiting for my name.

"Lord Candon."

I said simply.

Lady Eranna nodded.

"Not without Lord Icefold and Lord Candon, and their men Captain."

The Captain knew his duties, to protect the Darli delegation over anything else as part of his royal orders from the King, and whatever Lady Eranna wanted.

"Very well, clear this road and assist us in moving the Northerners, and Lady Eranna's family to the Palace!"

The Captain shouted at the five City Guardsmen standing nearby, who quickly set to ease the road's traffic and allow the Darli carriage through into the city.

Slowly the road cleared, as Lady Eranna took her family, the women with her into the carriage as one of the City guards took to lead the carriage by the reigns into the city ahead of us.

As Robert and I took to our saddles once more, I noticed Fenris flinch as he sat in his saddle.

I leaned out of my saddle to speak to the Captain who rode aside me.

"I request medical assistance for my men, one has been shot with a crossbow bolt and requires care."

I told him simply.

"We'll see to your men once we reach the Palace, ma'lord."

He said nodding on his horse.

I nodded back as we all began a slow trek through the city's outer limits to the centre of the Capital.

We were passing through the city's slums, past ghettos where the poor and peasants lived.

At one time I would have been staying in an Inn around this area, when I had no coin in other cities.

Ahead of us, and behind us other high Lords and Ladies were asked for coins, food and sometimes even just water by the peasants.

"The peasants seem restless."

I said aloud.

"Most coming in from the coast, with the Besrin pirates hitting the shorelines further south every day we're getting a lot of refugees flooding the city."

The Captain explained.

"Is it about time we hit the Besrin islands, put down their operations for a few months and let the people return to their homes?"

I asked.

"We are mounting an attack on Berann, their second-biggest city in a few weeks' time. Once the King decides on it, we'll be moving to put down the pirates."

I nodded, smart plan for the King and his advisors.

"Smart of the King, Berann being their second largest city where most of their pirate ships and vessels sail from."

The Captain laughed.

"Not the King's idea, his son's idea. The Prince."

I smiled.

"Prince Reuter, he does have a sharp mind then for war."

The Captain chuckled veering away from a pair of beggars at his rear.

"He's learning, a few more years and he'll be on the throne. Until then he'll be leading his father's armies into battle."

We passed from the ghettos into the centre of the city, where it was more respectable for the wealthy and rich who lived there.

"What of Stiran? Any updates?"

I asked reigning my horse along the road we followed.

The Captain drew closer to my horse.

"Civil-unrest is increasing, a few ministers have been killed by the local population. Armed mobs in the streets, right now the Terrarian army barely holds the city's Palace and its centre."

I was curious if Prince Reuter was going to go to Stiran personally, as an envoy for his father.

"Does the Prince plan to sail for Stiran with a Royal army to stop the rebellion?"

I asked.

"Perhaps, but the King will decide that."

Eventually we reached a part of over a dozen Royal Guards awaiting us at the great steel gates of the Palace walls.




Sellsword Ch. 06



The Darli carriage opened, and Lady Eranna stepped out gracefully with the younger girls with her and were escorted inside the walls of the Palace flanked by royal guards.

"Well I think we'll take our leave Captain, make our way to suitable quarters for Lord Icefold."

I said simply about to rear off my horse in the direction of the taverns and inns we had passed.

"Actually we have secondary orders from his royal Highness, you and Warden Icefold are to be housed in the Palace at the King's request for the duration of your stay."

The Captain iterated.

"As are your men."

He added.

Robert and I exchanged looks of surprise, the King asking for us to sleep and reside alongside the royal family and the Darli.

"I think the King would also be displeased if you did not accept his invitation after saving the Darli visitors from harm, it would be an honour for the King to house their saviours."

Robert nodded.

"We will accept the King's gracious request, Captain."

I agreed with Robert, and we followed the Royal Guards and their Captain inside the Palace walls.

To call them beautiful was an understatement, within the walls of the Palace there were beautiful gardens, features and statues adorning the courtyard.

There waiting on the steps of the Palace, probably there to greet the Darli was King Terrin, the Queen Tali, and at her side was the young, dashing, handsome Prince Reuter.

When they saw us, their shock was palpable. They were expecting to greet the Darli with a warm embrace on a peaceful day, and perhaps us at a later time.

Instead there the Darli women including Lady Eranna stood and were visibly shaken and frightened.

Behind them on horseback were myself, Robert, Gorin and Fenris covered in blood and Fenris nursing his shoulder wound.

One of the Darli women, a young girl with dark brown hair and olive skin like Lady Eranna but younger in years broke down in tears looking at the bodies of their bodyguards being carried inside the Palace walls by the royal guards.

The King's smile dissipated, and even Queen Tali was saddened.

"By the God and Goddess, what has happened?"

The King asked as he tried to step forwards, but almost fell down the very steps he stood on being helped to stand by his son.

"An attempt on Lady Eranna, and her family my King. Before we had arrived to escort Lady Eranna and her family to the Palace, but luckily Lord Icefold and Lord Candon were awaiting entry into the city themselves. They stepped in and killed the assassins but not before the two Darli guards lost their lives defending the women."

The King shivered, his frail body and expression told me this was not expected at all.

Suddenly the young girl who had sobbed seeing the dead guards who had died protecting her ran for one of their bodies being laid on the floor of the courtyard cradling the young man's face, and head.

She knew him, that was clear and fondly too.

Prince Reuter held his father as the Queen ran to the girl to comfort her.

I stepped down from my horse and with Robert we strode towards the King, his son and Lady Eranna who walked with us with our heads down in respect at the dead guards.

We stood in front of King Terrin and Prince Reuter, and Lady Eranna at my side.

Lady Eranna looked at the young girl cradling the young, dead guard's head against her chest in grief as the Queen held her.

"My niece Lady Ranna, she knew Tomin her whole life since they were children. He was chosen by my husband as a young man to become her bodyguard, her protector and they were close. Very close even, a Princess of House Darli and her guardian. They would never marry, they both knew that but their bond was strong. She told me she always dreamt of being with him that she was never a princess of Darli and he could take her hand in marriage. The young dream of so many things they know can never be."

There was silence as Lady Eranna spoke, even the King was lost for words.

Lady Eranna sighed, wiping a tear from her eyes and turned to the King.

She bowed to King Terrin.

"My King."

Terrin was clearly saddened, a man who I knew had seen enough death and loss in his long life to know the pain Eranna's family were experiencing now.

He slid from his son's hold, and managed to stand and lean down to take Lady Eranna's hand shaking as he did and helped her to her feet.

"I am so very sorry for your loss, ma'lady. I hoped your House would never experience loss again, and I am afraid it has happened in my own home."

Lady Eranna smiled, a strong woman.

"Your concern lightens the pain and burden, my King."

Prince Reuter stepped forward.

"Increase the city's defences, and double the city guard now! I want our Royal Guard reserves housed here in the Palace. We cannot assume they're will be no more attacks."

He shouted at the Royal Guards and their Captain.

The Captain bowed, and saluted the Prince before riding from the courtyard with his men out of the Palace gates.

The Queen gently broke away from Lady Ranna who was weeping, and turned to the King.

"Your Grace, we should let Lady Eranna and her family rest and grieve inside the Palace. Our guests from the North must bathe, and change into clean garments."

Her husband nodded, frailly still holding Lady Eranna's hand.

"Please, come inside. Lord Icefold, Lord Candon you will be taken your quarters, as will your men to suitable accommodation. We will speak of these matters later at the feast."

The King explained.

Robert, myself, Gorin and Fenris bowed.

"Thank you, your grace."

We all said in unison to the King.

Slowly we broke away, as our horses were led away to be tended to by the Palace staff.

Robert and I, with Gorin and Fenris entered the Palace with the Darli family slowly being ushered inside by staff and the royal family themselves.

We didn't have much time to see the inside of the grand Palace, but Robert was giving very large, spacious chambers and me a smaller one but adequate enough.

Gorin and Fenris with the men were housed in the guard quarters.

As I pushed through the great Oak door of my chambers I stepped inside, and saw a young blonde girl waiting inside the room.

She bowed in front of me gently.

"Ma'lord."

She exclaimed.

Her blonde hair was braided at the sides of her head, and she wore a simple, dark purple dress and corset.

I saw as she peered up at me that she had blue eyes and a small button nose.

"Sorry I believe I am in the wrong chambers, my apologies ma'lady."

I said turning to leave.

"I am not a Lady, ma'lord. I am your chamber servant and maid, I was told to come here and undress you, bathe you and then dress you in fresh garments Lord Candon."

The young girl spoke.

I laughed gently.

"It is not needed lass, you may go to your other duties."

I said.

Then she looked up at me with her piercing blue eyes, her eyes following the streaks of blood adorning my leather armour, and tunic as well as arms and face. 

I was a mess.

"I am Abigail my lord, it is my duty to see to your needs."

I shook, my entire body did also as I looked into her eyes.

I nodded.

"You can help with the side straps of the leather, lass."

I said about to begin unbuckling my leather armour over my tunic, but Abigail ran over to me and beat me to the task.

She began to unclasp the straps of the armour, and I raised my arms for her to lift it up over my head.

It was heavy, as it was double soaked leather and allowed to dry for much longer than average leather to toughen it up for use as armour.

She struggled but eventually got it over my head and placed it on the floor.

Beneath the leather I was wearing a blue tunic soiled in blood and mud from our travels.

"The tunic is soiled also ma'lord, I will have them wash it for you along with the armour."

I nodded to her words.

Her delicate pale hands moved up to my naval and undid the three bronze buttons there to expose my throat to her.

"I heard you fought off the assassins sent to kill the Darli family."

She said, stating it as a fact really.

"Yes, we killed them before the Darli family were harmed but not before their guards were killed first."

Abigail nodded as she pulled my tunic above my head, and I slipped my arms from the sleeves and off it went onto the floor.

I was bare-chested now, my scars, cuts, and burns were visible to her now.

"You've been fighting all your life, I've seen those scars and marks before. But not as many as this."

She said gently touching one scar above my right nipple near my collar bone where a few years earlier in my clan days, I had taken a crossbow bolt to it.

I had been in a fever for days, my clan and people thought I would not live but I persevered and survived it.

Her hands moved to my sword-belt, where my dagger and sword were sheathed in their scabbards.

She slid it off my waist and placed it onto the pile of my clothing on the floor.

"Now your breeches my lord."

She said simply and began to undo the strings at my crotch holding my breeches up around my waist.

"Lass you do not have to do that."

Abigail wasn't listening and yanked the breeches open exposing my already erect cock, thick and hard and hairy.

I gasped, the touch of her hands around my manhood as she yanked down my breeches.

She moved down to my boots undoing them around my foot and lower leg, and slipped them off with my breeches leaving me now entirely naked in front of her.

"I will fetch a basin and have the servants prepare a bath for you, ma'lord."

I nodded.

"Thank you lass."

She smiled and held out a blue bedroom robe for me to wear, to cover my nakedness from a hook on the wall.

She helped me slid it along my arms and closed it, tying it closed at my waist.

She was soon gone, promising to be back as quickly as she could with the basin and help from other servants.

I looked around the small, cosy chamber and saw a small fire in the heath and put my hands to it.

It wasn't cold, but I needed some warmth in my hands.

I then turned to see a large feather bed, with sheets and pillows adorning it.

I turned more to see a small table and a comfortable chair next to it, on the table were two flagons and one clay jug as well as two bronze goblets.

The chamber was warm and I strode over to the table to inspect the flagons, in one of them was a strong Northern Ale that I knew was brewed near Kirkston. 

It was a very expensive ale, and then in the other matching flagon was spiced wine which must have been just as an expensive beverage as the ale was.

In the simple clay jug was regular water.

I picked up the flagon of Northern Ale, and poured myself a goblet of the strong-smelling concoction.

I sniffed it, and took a big mouthful of it and the taste hit.

It was strong but I had been drinking every type of ale from North to South all of my life.

Suddenly there was a knock at my door, and I assumed it as Abigail returning to bathe me. 

I placed my goblet down on the table, and strolled over to the wooden door and opened it.

Surprisingly it was not Abigail standing there, but Lady Eranna herself.

I was shocked, and stammered slightly.

"Lady Eranna."

I said simply bowing to her.

"Lord Candon."

Lady Eranna bowed also.

"May I come in?"

She asked me.

Now Lady Eranna had changed into a dark purple dress, and her brown hair was re-braided to gently touch her shoulders now.

Her olive skin complexion and dark eyes made me swallow hard.

"Of course."

I answered and stepped aside to allow her inside my chambers.

I also remembered I was wearing but only my robe, and attempted to cover up anything of my body that could offend Lady Eranna.

As she stepped inside past me a strong smell of roses, and oil hit my nostrils from her neck.

I closed the door behind us, and turned to face her.

"Would you like something to drink ma'lady? I have wine and water."

I offered her.

But she was inspecting the goblet I had been drinking from.

"Northern ale, I would much like to taste some of that ma'lord."

I hadn't offered her the ale in thinking she would not enjoy the strong taste of it, but simply smiled and poured her some of the ale into the other goblet and handed it to her.

She sipped at it, and grimaced.

"Strong, the last time I tasted anything northern was before I married my husband."

She said smiling as she cupped the goblet to her breast.

I nodded.

"I am sorry for your loss this day, ma'lady. I am sure your niece Ranna grieves for the death of her close friend and protector."

I said collecting my own goblet to drink myself.

"A sad day, but the Darli are very much used to dark days in its history."

Eranna said sipping her ale once more.

She looked up at me with her dark, piercing eyes.

"You saved my life, and the lives of my family including Ranna. Do you know of our culture, Koran?"

She asked me.

The Darli people hailed from the Far South of Terraria, their lands stretched from the southern coast up to the sand swept mountains that acted as its border with the rest of the kingdoms of Terraria. Some even say they originated from the lands far east of Terraria across the sea in the lands of Rana, and Stiran due to their complexions and customs being so alike to the people in Stiran.

The Darli and the people of the far south were a proud race of people, passionate to the point of anger and violence, and staunchly loyal to their lands and traditions.

"I know of some of your customs ma'lady, but not many I'm afraid."

Eranna smiled and placed the goblet back down on the table near to us both.

"Weirsana is but one of our customs, have you heard of it?"

I swung my head.

"Weirsana is a promise a lady or woman of the Darli and the region make to a man who has saved their life, or the lives of those they love. The promise entails the man may ask of anything of the woman promising her Weirsana to him. We're a proud people ma'lord, as proud and steeped in history as you northerners are yourself. Wiersana also means to bind that woman to that man, I would not ask my niece Ranna or my girls to make this promise as they are still young and innocent. But I am older, old enough and wise enough to give you my Wiersana, a bond of my heart, soul and body to you for saving my family and my own life Koran."

I did not understand any of this, of what Lady Eranna was saying to me.

"I do not understand ma'lady."

I said.

Eranna slid her hands to her waist and began to undo the strings of her bodice tightly wrapped around her waist, and undid them slowly.

My heard was racing, this was a married woman, a Lady even and she was promising her body to me for what I had done for her family.

The bodice was off, and fell gently to the floor, her stomach was flat and firm as her flowing dress clung to her curves.

"Ma'lady please stop, you do not have to do this."

But Eranna was not listening.

"Once a woman promises her Weirsana to a man it cannot be undone, not until her life ends. I am not bound to any man, not even my husband in this way, but I am now to you Koran. I am yours until the end of time, whether you want me or not."

Her hands rose to her shoulders, to her exposed collarbone and gently pushed the dress straps off her shoulders and the dress dropped down her firm, athletic body to the floor showing me her naked form.

She still wore her grey stockings that stopped at her knees, but the rest of her body was naked as the day the God and Goddess had made her.

Her breasts were firm, not large but not small either.

Her nipples were dark, darker than her skin and further down her olive skinned body she had a healthy brown bush around her womanhood.

Her legs were firm, muscular at her thighs and I could tell from the angle I could see her that her bottom was as firm, and tight as the rest of her body.

Her delicate hands lowered to her sides as she looked up at me and she stood waiting for me, looking up at me.

"Weirsana is important to our people Koran, this promise makes me yours. If you wished it, I would run away with you to the north to live out my life with you as your lover, your partner, your wife. Even if I must forsake my own husband."

Eranna raised her hand to her head and undid her hair letting it flow fully free down her back and shoulders, braided at the sides of her head.

I swallowed hard.

"I am here ma'lady to betroth, to marry a woman to my House."

Eranna nodded.

"I am not saying you must betroth me, but I am yours as is what my Weirsana promise means to me."

Eranna stepped over to me, and undid my robe opening it to see my hard, erect cock standing to attention.

She knew I wanted her, my body betrayed me in that way.

Looking up at me she leaned in and kissed my mouth, sliding her hand down to grab hold of my cock and began to stroke my manhood.

Eranna was now mine, her Weirsana could not be unbroken not even by me.

I was playing with fire, and I knew that.

*****

I know this chapter was promised some time ago, but due to commitments and such it has taken some time to write it. I hope to enjoy it, and feel free to leave a comment or your opinions of the story. Thank you.



Sellsword Ch. 06



“What is it I have learned?” she asked, her face near to Quinn’s. “The true name of the Dragon Lord,” Quinn responded quietly. “Use it to defeat this evil once and for all.”

Jarveena’s eyes filled with tears as she saw Quinn’s image begin to shimmer and fade, “How? No, please, stay and teach me how.” “Use the Hart Bow and the powers of Sheldon’s daughter. Farewell, my sweet Jarveena, farewell for now.”

When Jarveena had regained her composure, the room was empty. “Farewell, Quinn, my sweet Quinn.”

Jarveena lay there, alone in the bed, reflecting on what Quinn had revealed to her, and his cryptic instructions to her. “I need to speak with Moira,” she told herself, then rose and, reluctantly, washed the traces of her encounter from her supple body. “Moira,” Jarveena said upon returning to the common room, “I must speak with you, alone.”

The young mage joined Jarveena in the backroom, “What is it, Jarveena? Are you ill?”

“I have had the true name of the Dragon Lord revealed to me,” Jarveena said in a low voice. “We must make a plan to use it to bring down this evil.”

Moira looked at her in amazement. “How did you find his name?” “Quinn visited me in my room. He told me the name, then said that you should use your powers, and I the Hart Bow. He told me nothing else.” Moira thought for a few long moments, “Have you any silver that might be drawn into fine wire?” she asked at long last. Jarveena removed a piece of jewelry from her wrist. It was a bracelet fashioned of silver wires. “Will this serve your purpose?” “We need a silversmith now,” Moira said, unwinding the bracelet until it was a single strand of silver.

“I have seen Hawk work silver on occasion,” Jarveena said.

The two women returned to the common room. “Hawk,” Moira began, “we need this silver wire fashioned into words in characters small enough to fit along the shaft of an arrow. Can you do this?” She placed the wire before him.

“I’ll need to draw it some to make it thinner, but yes, I can do what you ask.”

“Jarveena has discovered the true name of the Dragon Lord,” Moira explained. “If Hawk can fashion the silver wire into that name, and in lay it along the shaft of an arrow, I will enchant the arrow and we will have a weapon to use against the evil creature.”

“Are you prepared to conjure magic of that power?” Wulf asked, concern showing on his rugged face.

Moira placed her delicate hand on his gnarled one, “You know I am, Wulf.” Her voice was soft and affectionate. This was not lost on Garth, or Jarveena.

The rest of the day was spent planning their attack, while Hawk worked the silver wire into a finer and finer strand.

After supper, Wulf leaned toward Garth and whispered, “Moira wants you and Hawk to join us in her room later.”

Garth nodded, then asked, “What of Jarveena?”

“She is welcome as well,” the big northman answered. To Garth’s surprise, Jarveena declined the invitation, saying that she was exhausted from earlier, and that he and Hawk should enjoy themselves. Moira and Wulf were waiting when Hawk and Garth arrived. Wine and fruit were laid out on a small table, and candles lent a warm light to the room. Wulf wore a robe of black fur, while Moira was clad in a gown of pale blue, so light and thin, that it was near transparent. Garth looked at Moira, his eyes moving up and down her slender body, almost caressing it with his gaze.

Moira’s unbound hair cascaded over her shoulders and her gray eyes shown with a glint of excitement. She could almost feel Garth’s eyes moving over her body. Her nipples began to stiffen as Garth’s stare lingered over her firm breasts.

“Do you like what you see, Garth?” Moira’s voice was soft and seductive.

The sellsword nodded, “Oh yes, Moira, I like what I see very much.” “And you, Hawk, do you also like what you see?” Moira’s gray eyes turned to the half elf.

Hawk just nodded.

“Could Jarveena not join us?” Moira asked.

“She said she was too exhausted from this afternoon,” Garth made Jarveena’s excuses. “She hopes you understand.” Moira smiled, “More for me then. Would you like some wine?”

Wulf poured them each a measure of wine and stood from the table.

Garth took a goblet for himself, and one for Moira. “Thank you, kind sir,” the young sorceress replied, the sparkle of invitation in her eyes.

The four of them sipped wine and nibbled the sweet fruit, relaxing and wondering what the night had in store for them. “I think it is time for the festivities to begin,” Moira announced, standing in the middle of the room. “As you may have guessed, Wulf and I have been enjoying one another since our journey began.” She paused to look at Garth and Hawk. She saw no look of surprise or shock on either face. “While I am experienced with one man,” she continued, “I have long wanted to be filled completely, to enjoy the attention of three, virile, men, all feasting on my body. I have selected the two of you to accompany Wulf in taking me in every imaginable combination.” With that said, Moira shrugged the gown from her shoulders and stood naked before them.

Six eyes devoured her beauty, six hands flexed in eagerness to touch her. 

Three cocks stiffened and grew rigid with anticipation. Alone in her room, Jarveena wondered what Moira would be like. Would she take the three men on all at once? Would she enjoy being with a woman? Would Moira permit Wulf to sample Jarveena’s firm, supple body? Aroused by her thoughts, Jarveena decided that she would accept Moira’s invitation, albeit a little late. She washed herself and slipped into one of the gowns Shara had given her. Black, lacey and inviting. Moira was stretching out on the bed when a soft knock came at the door. “Jarveena, I’ll wager,” she said softly, gently caressing Garth’s swollen cock.

Wulf let Jarveena in and the woman looked about the room. “May I watch?” she asked, knowing that Moira was about to have all three of the men.

“By all means, Jarveena, but I had hoped we could provide some stimulating entertainment for these three stalwarts, and pleasure each other first.” Jarveena let her gown drop to the floor as she moved to join Moira on the bed. “Then that is what we’ll do,” she said, moving to lie beside Moira. The women positioned themselves so their faces were pressed against each other’s pussy.

The three men watched in rapt fascination as the two beautiful women began licking each other’s cunts.

The wet sounds of mouths on pussies, the low, muffled, moans of pleasure from the two women, and the rasping, heavy breathing of the men were the only sounds in the room.

Moira’s swollen clitoris was trapped by Jarveena’s mouth. Jarveena’s tongue flicked over the throbbing nub of flesh and her teeth moved lightly across it.

The young sorceress moaned loudly, thrusting her hips upward to press her streaming cunt against Jarveena’s, hungry mouth. Her own mouth was busy as well; her tongue moving in and out of Jarveena’s dripping pussy, fucking her like a small cock, sending shivers of pleasure up and down Jarveena’s spine.

Across the room, the three men sat watching. Their hands moving’ slowly, up and down their turgid cocks, their hearts beating faster at the exciting performance they were watching.

“If I can’t fuck something soon, I’m going to explode!” Wulf exclaimed, his eyes bulging as he watched the two women hungrily. “A silver piece says Moira cums first,” Garth wagered.

“Done,” Hawk accepted the bet.

On the bed, Moira, under the tormenting assault of Jarveena’s tongue, was indeed close to the first of many orgasms. Her hips undulated and thrust against Jarveena’s mouth as she pressed her own lips tightly to Jarveena’s willing cunt.

Jarveena, on the bottom, clutched Moira’s ass cheeks in her hands and held her cunt tight to her sucking mouth. Her experience in pleasuring women was far more extensive than Moira’s, so it was inevitable that the younger woman would attain climax first.

Moira’s cunt began to spasm, her muscles tensing and relaxing, her thighs trembling as they brushed over Jarveena’s face. Her clitoris throbbed as the young sorceress’ juices flowed over Jarveena’s questing tongue to be savored like fine wine. She came and came.

“DAMN IT!” Wulf swore, as his cock erupted, sending long, pearly, ropes of semen flying through the air.

Garth and Hawk, fought not to laugh.

Hawk dropped a coin into Garth’s waiting palm. Jarveena climaxed a few seconds after Wulf’s unexpected eruption, her cunt grinding against Moira’s eager mouth as her juices washed over the younger woman’s lips and tongue.

Gasping for breath, both women rolled away. Jarveena, lifting herself on her elbow saw Wulf’s plight. “We may need to take the edge off these other two, Moira, they appear to be over wrought.” Her light tone was reflected in her smile.

The women rose from the bed and went to the waiting men.

Jarveena knelt before Hawk and Moira knelt before Garth.

“We’re going to give you some relief, so our fun doesn’t end too soon.” 

Moira said, lifting Garth’s massive cock to her glistening lips. “Come closer, Wulf, “ Jarveena said, “I think I can attend to both of you.” Jarveena reached out and began caressing Wulf’s half-hard cock. At her touch, it twitched and began to swell. “There IS life left in it,” Jarveena purred as she lowered her soft wet lips to Hawk’s cock and began sucking it.

The half elf thrust his cock into Jarveena’s mouth, filling her throat with the swollen head.

Jarveena started moving her head up and down, drawing Hawk’s cock out until her lips were sealed just below the head. As she was sucking Hawk’s cock, she was stroking Wulf’s up and down, bringing it back to full erection.

Moira had moved Garth onto the bed, where she knelt between his muscular legs. Her sweet mouth was filled with his huge cock and she was sucking feverishly.

Garth’s hands held her head as he thrust himself into Moira’s eager mouth. As Hawk neared climax, Jarveena released his cock and took Wulf’s into her mouth, using her hand to keep Hawk teetering on the brink. “Jarveena – please – don’t leave me hanging like this,” Hawk pleaded. Jarveena, still stroking Hawk’s cock, continued sucking on Wulf’s until she was satisfied that his cock would remain hard. She released it from her mouth and went back to sucking Hawk.

Garth’s balls were filling quickly as he continued fucking Moira’s tender mouth. He was nearing release, and his balls were aching for it. Still stroking Wulf’s cock, Jarveena used her free hand to caress Hawk’s balls as she sucked him closer and closer to climax. She could feel his tightening balls and knew it was time. She slipped the tip of her finger between Hawk’s ass cheeks and began fingering his ass hole. He could take no more. With a groan, Hawk thrust his cock deep into Jarveena’s tight throat and flooded her gullet with hot, thick semen. His balls spasmed as he felt Jarveena swallowing his cock, and it’s pearly load.

On the bed, Garth held Moira’s head down as his cock throbbed, pulsated and erupted filling her mouth and throat.

Savoring the nectar the men had given them, neither woman released the cock she was sucking. They continued their oral ministrations to ensure that all three would be hard enough to satisfy Moira tonight. Moira, at last, released Garth’s cock from her wet mouth. “Jarveena, there is a jar of ointment on the table. I want Hawk in my ass, would you oil his cock – and my ass? Please?”

Hawk and Wulf followed Jarveena as she went to the bed table and found the small jar.

“It smells like berries,” Jarveena observed, taking a large dollop on her fingers.

“It tastes like it too,” Moira laughed.

Jarveena massaged the ointment over Hawks rigid cock, then rubbed some into, and around, Moira’s puckered, rosebud ass hole. “Mm,” the young woman purred, moving onto her hands and knees. She straddled Garth’s hips, her cunt poised inches above the sellswords towering cock. “Hawk, kneel behind me, please. Put your sweet cock between my cheeks.”

The half elf did as he was told, spreading Moira’s pale ass cheeks and resting his lubricated erection in their warm cleft. “Wulf, I want to taste your magnificent cock, kneel before me.”

The blond northman moved into position.

“Higher, Wulf,” Garth said, “your stones hang a bit low.” “I can help with those,” Jarveena laughed, climbing onto the bed and holding Wulf’s hairy ball sac up, and out of the way. “Take my ass, Hawk,” Moira said, as she slowly settled onto Garth cock. The half elf moved his hips forward, slowly drilling his cock into Moira’s tight sphincter, feeling its tightness as it slowly relaxed to allow him entry.

The sorceress sighed with contentment as two hard cocks impaled her. “Now, Wulf, my love, let me suck your beautiful cock.” She reached out and drew her bodyguard to her, her lips sealing around the swollen head of his rigid phallus. With agonizing slowness, Moira drew Wulf’s cock into her mouth, then into the top of her throat. Never had she felt so filled. Wulf, with Jarveena fondling his balls, began thrusting his cock into Moira’s mouth, fucking her face.

Greedily, the sorceress sucked the pulsing organ with wild abandon. As she did this, she moved her hips up and down, stroking Garth’s raging cock with her hot, dripping cunt.

Hawk leaned forward, his hands holding Moira’s firm ass as he fought to remain inside her. His cock, gripped by the tightness of Moira’s ass, was already on the verge of eruption.

Jarveena was about to thrust her fingers into her own cunt, when she felt Garth’s big hand reach for her. She changed positions to permit his blunt fingers access to her, hungry and steaming pussy. Jarveena gasped as Garth plunged four fingers into her dripping wet cunt and began moving them in and out.

The wet sounds of passion filled the room, the aroma of lust hung in the air as five people moved quickly toward orgasm. Jarveena was the first - her body convulsing with ecstasy, her cunt bucking on Garth’s fingers - she came. Intense as this orgasm was, she was, strangely, not as fulfilled as she usually was. Hawk, his balls screaming for release, announced his climax with a loud groan as he thrust himself deep into Moira’s stretched ass and flooded her bowels with his seed.

Wulf clutched Moira’s head and began thrusting his cock hard and fast. He erupted and filled Moira’s mouth with semen. She tried, unsuccessfully, to swallow all of it, but her mouth was quickly flooded and pearly strings of Wulf’s cum ran down her chin. Now only Garth and Moira were left to cum. As the others pulled back, leaving them room, Garth threw Moira onto her back and held her long legs wide apart. His thrust into her waiting cunt was neither slow, nor gentle. He pounded into her in a single, savage stroke, driving his massive cock deep inside her tight, hot, wet pussy.

Moira wrapped her legs around Garth’s hard torso and met his every stroke with a thrust of her own. Her long fingernails raked the bronzed skin of Garth’s shoulders as she tossed her head from side to side. She was completely given over to their lust and knew nothing but the cock that was punishing her cunt so wonderfully.

Their fucking was hard, fast and animal like. Moira’s hips thrusting upward as Garth pounded into her. The sorceress’ cries and moans mixed with Garth’s grunting as they both rushed headlong toward the thundering orgasm that awaited them.

Garth’s cock was ramming deep into Moira’s eager cunt, his balls slapping the cheeks of her ass.

Moira’s pussy lips, wet and swollen, clutched at Garth’s rampaging cock.

Both were at the peak.

Garth, with a bellow to rival a wild bull, slammed his cock into Moira once more as he come, sending his hot seed coursing into Moira’s hungry pussy, filling it to overflowing.

Moira’s legs locked around Garth as she met his orgasmic thrust and held him gripped, tightly, inside her. She felt each pulse of his cock as it erupted. The inner muscles of her cunt flexed, milking more and more of his thick, hot semen from his throbbing cock. Hawk, Wulf and Jarveena watched as Garth and Moira, their orgasms ebbing, collapsed upon the bed in a pool of sweat and semen. The couple on the bed began to laugh as the three spectators began to applaud.

“No encore, no encore,” Garth chuckled, shaking his head. Moira laughed, then reached for Garth’s deflating member, “Are you sure?” she said, giving it a playful jerk.

Garth winced, “I’m sure woman – I’m very sure.”

Tired and sated, the group disbursed to their rooms to sleep.

High in the Kaladur Pass, an auburn haired woman stood before the Gate. The falling snow covered her wolf fur cloak as she sang. The runes she sang were scribed on an ancient scroll, the spell was that which would open the Gate to the Realm of the Dead, and bring forth the Dragon Lord. “She is here,” The Dragon Lord said quietly, his great head lifting from his slumber. Slowly, the great beats lifted himself to his feet and stretched. Thirty paces from the end of his tail to his smoking nostrils, he spread his leathery wings, half again his length from tip to tip. The dark green scales covering his body reflected the dim light. The Gate began to shimmer as the woman continued singing the ancient runes. Slowly, the Gate became translucent, then transparent, then it was gone completely.

“I call upon the rulers of the Realm of the Dead – release the Lord of the Dragons from his bondage.” The woman’s voice was clear and precise as she uttered the words, then sang more runes.

Deep within the dark realm, the Dragon Lord began his long journey toward the gate, and freedom.

Outside, the woman continued singing the runes as she stepped back from the gate and let her cloak fall to the snow. Although she wore nothing beneath her cloak, she ignored the cold, biting wind. Smoke and fire belched from beyond the gate as the Dragon Lord emerged. “You have done well, Kayla,” the deep voice of the Dragon Lord was once more heard on the Material Plane.

“My Lord, I am your servant,” the woman said, kneeling in the snow before him, “yours to do with what you will.”

The Dragon Lord’s blurred shape becoming indefinite, shifting and changing. Where there stood a dragon, now stood a man. He was large in stature, with yellow eyes and a dark complexion. He was clad in armor like a dragon’s skin and bore a winged helm on his head. Over his shoulders rested a wolf fur cloak, similar to the one Kayla wore. He reached out his hand to the woman. “Rise Kayla, and greet your Master properly.” The woman stood and moved toward the Dragon Lord. She lifted her face to him and he pressed his lips to hers.

Their kiss was fierce and passionate, all the flame of pent up desire was released as their tongues played and danced. Hers, softly demanding; his, long and forked.

The Dragon Lord pulled away, holding Kayla at arms length, “Have you brought it?” he asked.

“Yes, Master, it is there, wrapped in skins as you instructed,” the rapidly breathing woman responded.

“Excellent!” the Dragon Lord said, moving to the tightly wrapped bundle and quickly removing the protective skins. He straightened, holding a sheathed sword. The scabbard was covered in the skin of virgins, the tip and throat of gold with silver chasing. He gripped the jeweled pommel and drew the sword. It was a magnificent, oversized falchion. Its heavy, single edged blade could cleave through the sturdiest armor. Its blade shown black as the deepest pit of Hades – deep within the metal, a black flame pulsed.

“Knight’s Bane, you feel so good in my grasp once more,” the Dragon Lord spoke to the weapon as if it were a woman. He turned, again, to Kayla. “You’re cold, I’ve been inconsiderate of you. Come,” he held his muscular arms open to the woman, “let me warm you with my body.” Kayla moved into his arms and he wrapped his heavy cloak about them, turning the woman as he did so, bringing her shapely ass against his codpiece.




Sellsword Ch. 06



“I want you, Kayla,” the Dragon Lord whispered, his breath warm in Kayla’s ear. “Unfasten my codpiece,” he instructed.

With fingers almost numb from the cold, Kayla reached behind her and fumbled to unlace her master’s codpiece. After a few moments she let the codpiece fall to the snow. She was rewarded by the feeling of her master’s cock as it rose to nestle between her silky thighs. “How I have missed the feel of a woman’s body,” he murmured as his hands moved around to Kayla’s taut belly, then upward to cup her heavy, resilient breasts.

Kayla sighed and leaned back against her master, moving her legs slightly to gently stroke his rigid cock. “Take me, My Master, use me as your slave,” she urged.

“Not my slave, Kayla. No, you shall be by my side when I conquer this puny race of men and once more rule this land. You shall be my queen.” He turned her around again, pushing her slowly to her knees. “Pay homage to your king, Kayla, take me into your mouth and suck me.” Kayla took his great dark cock in he hands and stroked it as she lowered her lips to the bulbous head. She blew lightly on the tender flesh before taking the immense tower of flesh into her wet, willing mouth. The Dragon Lord threw his head back and groaned as he felt a woman’s mouth on him for the first time in years.

Kayla began moving her head up and down as she fondled his great ball sac. Having been without a woman for so long, he did not last long. In moments his balls cried out for relief and his cock exploded deep in Kayla’s throat.

Sucking hungrily, Kayla milked him dry, savoring every pearly drop of her master’s seed, swallowing it all.

The Dragon Lord lifted Kayla off the ground, as though she weighed nothing at all, then settled her onto his, still hard, cock, impaling her cunt in a single movement.

Kayla gasped at the shear size of it as his member penetrated her tight pussy, stretching it, filling it – filling her.

“You are so wet, my sweet,” he whispered, “and so tight.” He began moving his hips, sending his cock in and out of her in long, strong strokes. He lowered his mouth to her breasts and suckled them, his hands holding her soft ass cheeks.

Kayla leaned her head back and moaned in total ecstasy as her lord and master thrust himself into her harder and harder. Her legs wrapped around his torso, her arms snaked about his neck as she surrendered herself completely to his lust, and her burning desire.

Jarveena woke with a cry and sat bolt upright in bed. Her face was white, her heart beating rapidly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “What’s wrong?” Garth asked, still groggy from sleep. “He – he’s escaped! The Dragon Lord has been set free!” she said in a loud voice, sweat pouring from her body.

Garth looked at her, “How do you know this?” “Quinn, he appeared to me – he told me. Another witch, she’s with him now, and he’s free!”

There was a loud pounding at the door, Hawk’s voice came from the other side, “What’s wrong? Are we attacked?”

Garth sprang from the bed and let his comrade in. “Jarveena is certain that the Dragon Lord has been set free. She said Quinn appeared to her.” “He did, for he appeared to me as well,” Moira confirmed, standing just behind Hawk.

Moira moved to the bed and sat with Jarveena, the women held one another, each offering comfort to the other.

“He will either attack the city, or flee to his old stronghold and gather his forces,” Moira said. “We can be certain that he will begin his campaign to conquer these lands again – and he’ll do it very soon.”

With a groan, and a strong final thrust, The Dragon Lord sent his seed flowing into Kayla’s waiting cunt. She would bear him a son, of this he was sure, and he would become the heir to the Dragon Throne, and the empire that his father would build.

“We must away from this place, my sweet. We will go to my holding high in these mountains.” He considered for long moments, “After we make a short trip to the city of Kaladur, I have some debts to repay there.” He shrugged off his heavy cloak and gave it to Kayla. “Wrap your cloak about you, then cover yourself with mine.” Then he handed Knights Bane to her, “Bind this sword to you, we cannot lose it.”

Kayla watched in rapt fascination as her lover and master, once more, became a huge dragon.

The creature reached his foreleg out and lifted Kayla to his back, “Dig your fingers beneath my scales, my sweet,” his voice was a deep rumble, almost like distant thunder, “I won’t let you fall.” He spread his wings, and with a shudder, was airborne. The wide bat like wings moved slowly, up and down, providing forward motion. Kayla trembled with fear as she clutched the scales with shaking fingers, and gripped the dragon’s spine with her legs. In a short time, Kayla could see the scattered lamps of Kaladur ahead and below them. She felt the dragon slow and begin to descend as he flew in a graceful curve, lining himself up with the north gate. There was no cry of alarm, nor panic at the dragons approach. He was unseen and unheard, until the moment was exactly right. Kayla was amazed at how loud the sound was, and surprised that it sounded like a gigantic belch.

Flame erupted from the dragon’s mouth as it flew low over the sleeping city. In his wake, everything that could burn was ablaze. Now came the cry of alarm, the panicked scurrying about of the people, and the deep harsh laugh of the dragon as he flapped his mighty wings and flew away to the south.

Kayla felt an exhilaration as she viewed the destruction left in her lovers wake. “Such power,” she thought to herself, “such magnificent power.”

It was as though he’d read her thoughts, “Yes, it is an amusing excitement isn’t it?”

Kayla smiled, squeezing her legs tighter on the dragon’s spine, “Yes, master, it excites me greatly.”

He knew the meaning of her comment and let himself chuckle, “When we reach the stronghold, I will see what I can do about that.” Rising higher into the clouds, the dragon turned back toward the north. The dawn sky was gray in the east, for soon it would be daylight. How the Dragon Lord wished he could see the devastation in the harsh light of day. But he had to get to his stronghold and begin gathering his forces around him. No one was left to stop him, the Druid was dead, Sheldon the mage was dead, even poor, stupid Iraekiira was dead, and the Scroll of Sheldon destroyed. This time, this time, his empire would rise and conquer.

“Well, I guess his escape is not a secret,” Garth said, looking at the flaming section of the city.

“I wonder why just the one pass?” Hawk asked. “He needed only one, along that axis lie the stable, temple and guard barracks,” Wulf observed, “You’ll note that all three have been destroyed.” “OUR HORSES!” Garth shouted, his fist slamming into his palm.

“Also our supplies and spare equipment,” Hawk observed. “On foot,” Garth said, “we’re in for a very long climb. As I recall, Argek, the king of the goblins had his stronghold atop one of these peaks. Such a place would be well suited to a dragon, mayhap it originally belonged to the Dragon Lord.”

Deep within the Dragon Lord’s mountain stronghold, a gathering had begun. Orcs, goblins and other strange creatures flocked to the throne of the Dragon Lord.

In dragon form, he stood on a balcony above them and spread his huge wings. “HEAR ME!” his deep voice rumbled through the cavernous fortress. “Hear me minions of the Lord of Dragons, for our hour is upon us.” This was met with approving grunts and growls from the mass of creatures pressed together.

“We are the van of the new order. We will sweep down from this mountain and over run the city of Kaladur. You will slay and ravage and loot to your hearts content - then the city will be burned to ashes.” The Dragon Lord paused to accept the hoarse cheering of his army, then went on, “Five days hence we will leave this place and begin our conquest of the world of men!” He raised his mighty wings, threw back his great head and emitted a burst of flame, as if to lend emphasis to his speech. Taking Kayla’s hand in his claw, he led her from the high balcony. As he did so, he regained the aspect of his human self. “Attend me, Kayla.” Kayla knelt before him, her eyes fixed on his growing cock. The tip of her tongue flicked over her parted lips, making them glisten in the warm torch light. She could feel the wetness between her thighs and the hunger to taste her lord’s seed.

“Yes, Kayla, my sweet, take me into your warm mouth and make love to my cock.” The Dragon Lords cock was now fully erect, bobbing before Kayla’s face.

The woman took the offered penis in both hands and lowered her lips to the, bulbous, head. Her tongue swept over the velvet surface, licking up the droplets of semen that oozed from the slit. She sealed her lips over the object of her passion and slowly, ever so slowly, took the immense cock into her mouth.

A groan of pleasure escaped the Dragon Lord’s throat as he felt his woman’s mouth engulfing his hard on. He looked down to see her mouth, stretched wide, as he disappeared into it.

Kayla, struggled to swallow the huge head, her throat first constricting in protest, then relaxing and accepting the invading tower of flesh. The Dragon Lord watched as Kayla began moving her head up and down. He watched as his cock slid in and out of her wet, sucking mouth. He saw her saliva, glistening on the ruddy skin of his shaft. “You please me, Kayla,” he said in a hoarse, impassioned whisper.

Encouraged by his words, Kayla began moving her head faster, taking his cock deeper into her throat. Her fingers moved to his heavy balls and began fondling them, caressing them as she felt them tighten and fill.

The only sounds heard were the wet, sucking sounds of Kayla’s mouth, and the low, rumbled groaning of the Dragon Lord as he felt himself nearing the edge.

Kayla knew her master was close, his cock pulsated and his balls were tight with his seed.

“Kayla, I give you my seed,” the Dragon Lord groaned as his balls began to spasm, and his hot semen began to erupt from his throbbing cock.

Try as she would, Kayla was unable to swallow all of her master’s discharge. Her throat convulsed time and time again as she savored his thick semen, but still, thin strings ran from the corners of her mouth as her master gloried in the intensity of his climax.

Gently, the Dragon Lord lifted Kayla to her feet. “You are a truly wondrous woman, Kayla. You will make a worthy mother to our sons, and a fitting mate to rule beside me.”

There was genuine affection in his voice, as there was genuine pride and love in Kayla’s eyes.

She wanted nothing more than to serve her master and bring forth his sons.

The morning following the Dragon Lord’s attack was somber in the common room of the Longsword Inn. Five people sat around a table planning their assault on the mountain.

“How goes the silver work?” Moira asked Hawk, watching him work the bright wire.

“Have your spells ready this afternoon,” the half elf answered, then turned to Jarveena, “Have you an arrow?”

“Mundane, or ensorcelled? I don’t know which to use.”

“A mundane arrow would not offer any conflict with my spells,” Moira said, resting her hand on Jarveena’s. 

“As near as I can determine,” Garth said, “the stronghold is a deep cave atop the mountain. That would place it well above the gate.”

“With nary a horse in town, we’ll have to travel light,” Hawk observed, shaking his head in discouragement.

“Well then we’d best get what we need today, I mean to be at the base of the mountain by nightfall day after tomorrow,” Garth looked at his comrades as he said this.

There was no disagreement.

Late that afternoon, Hawk had finished fashioning the silver wire into the true name of the Dragon Lord. With some effort he was able to affix it to the shaft of an arrow. 

“I’ve placed it in a spiral about the shaft, in this way it won’t disturb the arrows balance, or its flight.” Hawk placed the arrow on the table.

“This may slay the evil creature, or merely wound him. Were he to be wounded, it would surely be a grievous one, one that would weaken him greatly.” Moira was making her preparations as she spoke. The sorceress rummaged through her pack extracting small pouches, vials and a mortar and pestle. She put the contents of some of the pouches into the mortar and ground them to fine powder, then emptied two of the vials. As she mixed, she softly sang arcane runes.

The process went on for over an hour with Moira mixing different ingredients – all the while singing her spells.

She finally sat back and rested for long moments, “I’ll be ready to enchant the arrow after I’ve rested for a few more moments.

Her companions looked at each other, all but Jarveena had thought she had been doing that for the past hours.

Moira began singing again, then drew her dagger and cut her own thumb, letting the blood drop into the mixture. She then took the mixture onto her fingers and spread it over the arrow’s shaft. Her singing became a little more intense.

The head of the arrow was dipped into the mixture as Moira waved her right hand over the missile.

She lifted the arrow and held it out at arm’s length before her. A thin, blue line of magical energy extended from her right hand to the head of the arrow. Slowly it spread over the shaft, engulfing it in blue light until the whole thing was glowing from tip to feathers.

Moira’s song ended and she placed the still glowing arrow before her on the table before her.

“Jarveena, when you loose this at the Dragon Lord, you must call him by his true name. My spells have bound his name to the arrow, and ensured that it will fly true. The rest is up to you.”

The next day would be spent in making final preparations and replacing equipment lost or damaged. The group retired early.

Moira, exhausted by the spell casting, asked Wulf if he would mind bunking with Hawk for this night, “You snore so, my sweet,” she said softly, kissing the big warrior on the cheek.

In the room shared by Garth and Jarveena, there was quiet as they prepared for bed.

“He visited you again?” Garth asked.

“Not in the same way,” Jarveena replied. “This time he appeared only to tell me of the Dragon Lords escape.”

Garth patted the bed next to him, “Come to bed, my love, we need do nothing but sleep tonight, for I fear we both need it.”

Jarveena snuggled next to him and they slept the night in each other’s arms. 

After a day spent gathering equipment and supplies the group, knowing they would be up before first light, retired early. Garth and Jarveena retired to their room, Wulf and Moira to theirs.

Hawk, the only unattached member of the group, was able to enjoy the company of the serving wench, a comely young thing called Gillian.

“Do you travel to the mountain top?” she asked, snuggling closer to Hawk.

“Yes, we leave at dawn,” Hawk responded, his fingers stroking the girls cheek.

“I know the trails up the mountain,” Gillian said, placing her hand on Hawk’s codpiece. “I could help guide you.”

Hawk unlaced his breeches, giving Gillian access to his swelling cock. “This will be no pleasure trip, I fear.” The half elf lay back and let Gillian fondle him.

Her face rested on Hawk’s thigh, her mouth very near to the head of his cock. “I know that,” she whispered. “The Dragon Lord is the stuff of nightmares. I lost friends and kin to him. I would like nothing more than to see his defeated once and for all.”

Hawk slipped his hand beneath Gillian’s skirt. Her flesh was soft and smooth. He slid his hand upward.

“Well?” Gillian demanded, gripping Hawk’s rigid cock, “will you let me guide you?”

Hawk lifted Gillian’s skirt over her hips, laying her bare from the waist down. “Can you handle as bow as well as you handle me?”

“Even better,” the girl boasted, sealing her soft red lips around the swollen head of Hawk’s waiting cock.

With a sigh, Hawk swung Gillian’s leg over to bring her astride his face. He inhaled the lusty scent of her; musky, earthy, the aroma of a woman in heat. Feeling Gillian’s lips move down his rigid cock, Hawk groaned, “then you shall join us.” He pulled Gillian’s cunt to his mouth and began licking her hot, wet slit.

Feeling Hawk’s tongue flick over her clitoris, Gillian eagerly swallowed the half elf’s hard cock. The dark head lodged in her throat for a moment before she slowly lifted her head, letting the ridges the cock shaft pass between her lips, the big vein beneath her tongue.

Hawk could only groan, and pull Gillian tighter to his mouth.

“What do you mean, she’s going with us?” Garth exploded.

“She knows the mountain trails, and she can handle a bow,” Hawk said, defending his impulsive gesture.

“Jarveena,” Garth turned his head, “take her outside and see if she can hit anything but the ground.” “Do you even have a bow?” Garth demanded of Gillian, whose eyes flashed with anger.

Before she could answer, Hawk stepped up, “she can use mine.”

Jarveena and the serving wench left the common room, Garth was still fuming with anger.

“What possessed you to take her with us?” he demanded.

Hawk just shrugged, “it seemed like a good idea at the time. If her claim of archery skill is false,” he paused and looked at the floor, “then we leave her here.”

As the two comrades continued their discussion, Moira and Wulf entered the room.

“Good morning, Garth, Hawk,” Moira said cheerfully. “Where’s Jarveena?”

“She’s out back with the serving wench,” Garth responded gruffly, “seeing if she can hit ought but the ground with a bow.”

Hawk looked sheepish, so Moira pressed the issue. “Why would they be doing that?”

“It seems,” Garth pointed in Hawk’s direction, “that our friend invited her to join our expedition.” Garth had to smile in spite of himself. “In the heat of passion, no doubt.”

Before Hawk could defend himself, Jarveena and Gillian returned, Jarveena was smiling and Gillian was grinning from ear to ear.

“She’s good,” Jarveena announced, “she’s damned good.”

Hawk leaned back and sighed with undisguised relief.

Moira chuckled.

Wulf laughed loudly.

Garth threw his hands up. “Let’s get her a bow and a full quiver then.” He turned to Gillian and extended his massive hand. “Welcome to our little group, Gillian.”

The two clasped wrists in the manner of warriors.

“I have my own bow and arrows,” Gillian grinned.

“Well done, Gillian,” Jarveena put her arm around the girl’s shoulder.

“Now if everyone is through,” Hawk said with mock scorn in his voice, “I believe we have a Dragon Lord to destroy.”

Gillian kissed Hawk on the cheek, “don’t be a grouch, give me time to gather my gear and change into travelling clothes.” She turned as she went into the backroom, “go on, I’ll catch up by the time you reach the north gate.”

The rest of the group looked at one another.

Garth shrugged, “let’s be off then, you too Hawk, if she can catch up, then she’ll be able to keep up.”

The five left the inn and headed up the street.

The dim pre-dawn stillness echoed the sound of their movement, boot heels on the cobbles, the creak of harness, the soft metallic rustle of chain mail.

When they reached the gate, Gillian was waiting for them.

Her appearance was surprising to say the least. Not only gad she reached the gate before them, but she was clad in good leather armor, an Elvish bow across her back and a longsword on her hip.

“What took you so long?” she asked with a bright smile.

“Where’d you get the bow?” Hawk asked.

“From the Elves that raised me,” she put her arms around Hawk. “I didn’t mean to deceive you, but I had to join you, I belong with you. One day, I’ll explain, I’ll explain everything.” Gillian kissed Hawk, deeply and sincerely.

Hawk was satisfied, puzzled, but satisfied.

“Alright, guide,” Garth said, walking through the gate, “how long a climb do we have ahead of us?”




Sellsword Ch. 07



Sellsword Ch. 07 - The Avatar

Kal-Sorak stood much as they had left it. A town typical of it's time and place. Old stone building, none higher than two floors, lined cobbled streets, streets too narrow for two wagons to pass each other.

A wagon was rattling over those cobblestones, between the buildings at the edge of town. Garth, the sellsword, was in the driving box, while two women, Jarveena and Moira rode in the back, lounging amongst chests and large leathern sacks.

The sacks and chests held a vast treasure.

"I need to see Dargeth," Garth called back as he coaxed the draft horses through the narrow streets. "I was serious about having some of his ale shipped to Hawk," his scarred face was split by a broad grin.

"I'd like to taste some of his fabled ale," Moira chuckled.

"There's none better," Jarveena confirmed.

The small group was in high spirits; their coffers were overflowing with gold, and they had triumphed over the deadliest foe any of them had ever encountered.

Moira, quickly recovering from Wulf's death, was excited to be facing a new day and new adventures. Though she had said nothing to Garth or Jarveena, Moira hoped to remain with them for as long as they would permit. They had become a large part of her life.

"Dargeth!" Garth shouted. "You old drunkard, where are you?"

A short, stocky figure appeared from behind a wagon load of barrels. His long, russet beard was tucked into his wide leather belt, the stem of a pipe was clenched in his teeth. He squinted his eyes at the big warrior. 

"About time ye got back, owin' me a fortune for all the ale I've been sending to that flop house ye call an inn."

Laughing, Garth took a purse from beneath the wagon seat and tossed it to the dwarf.

Dargeth snatched the purse from the air, and hefted in his gnarled hand.

"That should square us, old friend," Garth said.

"It should just about cover it." Dargeth agreed, as the purse vanished beneath his apron.

"Our old comrade, Hawk, has bought the Longsword Inn in Kaladur," Garth said, filling his pipe. "It's a nice place, but the ale is like Dragon piss. I want you to ship a load of your best ale to him."

"That purse will na' cover a wagon load, Garth," the brewmaster said, leaning against a wagon wheel.

"Hawk can pay for his own ale," Garth tossed Dargeth another purse, "this should pay for shipping."

"I'll get the shipment under way and meet ye at the inn," the dwarf said, then grinned broadly, "what did ye say the name of that dive of yours was?"

Dargeth looked at Moira, "My old comrade always did have the manners of a common clod." He doffed his cap and bowed at the waist. "I am Dargeth, Son of Boreth, Master Brewer and retired Free Companion." He cast an eye at Garth, adding, "and former friend of yon ill bred barbarian."

Moira laughed, making her eyes sparkle, "and I am Moira, Daughter of Shelton of Tarsk," she said. "Sorceress, and friend to Jarveena and Garth."

Dargeth took Moira's hand and kissed it. "I pledge you my strong right arm in friendship, Moira of Tarsk."

"I accept your friendship, Dargeth, Son of Boreth, and pledge you mine in return."

Garth snapped the reins, and the wagon rumbled off.

"I'll be a son of a bitch," Dargeth said as they left, "he's doin' BOTH of those lassies."

The sign on the door said "Preston's"

"What about the, ah, cargo?" Jarveena asked as the wagon stopped behind the inn.

"As soon as I cut the road dust, I'll carry it to the basement vault," Garth said, helping the women down from the wagon.

The cool air of the common room felt refreshing as the women let their eyes grow accustomed to the dim lighting.

"There's powerful magic present here," Moira said, instantly on her guard. 

Jarveena's sharp eyes fell upon a solitary figure seated at a table in the far corner. He was robed and hooded, the hood hiding his features in dark shadow. 

Jarveena recognized the scabbarded sword that lay across the table. "Gavin," she asked, "is it you?"

The figure lifted a hand and swept back his hood. The face now revealed was gaunt, dusky skinned and marked by the most hideous of scars. His hair was black, save foe two streaks of white that ran one from each temple.

But it was his eyes that struck the women the most. They were black, haunted eyes. Eyes set much deeper than Jarveena had remembered. The mark of many sleepless nights hung beneath them, and a fire glowed behind them that Jarveena had never seen before.

"What's wrong, Gavin?" Jarveena asked, approaching the table.

"A Stygian?" Moira wondered, following at a discreet distance.

Gavin's tormented eyes looked at Moira, "Who is the sorceress?"

"This is Moira, friend to Garth and me, and as much family as you and Robyn," Jarveena assured him.

"Where is Garth?" Gavin asked. His answer came immediately.

"GAVIN!" Garth roared from the side door, "what are you doing here? Where's Robyn?" Garth strode to the table signaling the barkeep for ale all around.

"Robyn is with her people, she can have no part in what I must do," the Stygian responded, his voice low and filled with pain.

Garth sat back and lifted his ale, "and what is it we must do?" The inclusion of himself was a mark of the depth of his friendship with the mage."

Gavin's black eyes grew harder, "It seems that it is time to repay Azog for all his years of patronage." Gavin paused, "I must destroy Set."

Garth looked at him, "Slaying a god! That should make for an interesting adventure." Garth leaned forward, "when do we leave?"

Gavin looked about the table and went on, "I was visited in my sleep. Azog told me to come here and wait. He told me I must send Robyn to her people, since she bore the fulfillment of Owl's prophesy. So I am here, Robyn is with her people, and I wait."

"Owl's prophesy?" Garth said, "She's PREGNANT?"

Gavin nodded, "So I could never risk her safety."

Before anything more could be said, the door flew open.

"Where's that damned skinny Stygian?" Dargeth bellowed from the doorway.

"Dwarf," Gavin said, "I had despaired of ever seeing your ugly face again." He grasped Dargeth's wrist in greeting.

When Dargeth had a jack of ale in his fist, Gavin recanted his tale so far.

"Is that all?" Dargeth said in disbelief, "JUST a god slaying? Have ye lost ALL of your senses lad?"

"It is a quest given me by Azog, I cannot refuse it."

At the mention of Azog, Dargeth's face lost all color. "The god of fear, again?" The dwarf recalled his first, and only, encounter with Azog, the god of fear. It was not a pleasant memory.

Gavin told of Azog's visit and of his instructions.

"Well," Garth put in, "that would be the end of your being pursued."

Gavin nodded, "yes, one way or the other."

As evening approached, Topaz, the serving wench arrived for work. Dargeth immediately gave her the once over. Her hair was dark blond and her eyes a deep ocean blue. While her body was concealed the tight bodice did lift her ample breasts high and squeezed them together provide the deep, dark canyon of cleavage that she displayed with such pride.

"New blood, Garth?" Dargeth asked appreciatively, nodding in Topaz' direction.

Garth called the barkeep over and asked about the serving wench, new to his employee.

"I had to hire someone," the barkeep began. "It gets too busy in here for me to handle alone. She does her job well and the customers seem to like her."

A roar of laughter erupted as Topaz poured a full jack of ale over the head of a too forward customer.

"That could be trouble," Garth said, about to rise.

Topaz defused the situation by planting a load, wet kiss on the customer's bald pate, then spinning out of his reach.

"How much are we paying her?" Jarveena asked. "Double it," she said when told the girl's wage.

As the evening became night, first Gavin retired, then Garth, arm in arm with Jarveena and Moira, went upstairs.

Dargeth remained in the common room, drinking ale, and watching Topaz. When the girl slipped upstairs, Dargeth followed.

Gavin sat on his bed, alone with his desire for Robyn's gentle touch. He was unable to sleep for worry over what was to happen. At last he lay back, looking up at the flaking plaster of the ceiling. The room became engulfed in a pale, blue-white light. The light grew from a place in the corner of the room, becoming brighter as seconds passed. It began to take a shape.

"Robyn?" Gavin gasped as the beautiful apparition stepped from the brilliance and stood at the foot of the bed. "Is it you? Is this your spirit? Are you. . .?"

"No, Gavin, my love, Brianna's soul keeps my body well, and I was able to conjure sufficient magic to visit you this way."

She approached the bed and sat beside Gavin. Her hand caressed his. Her touch was at once cool, but with the warmth of love. "I have a corporeal presence, my love," Robyn's voice was soft and musical. "I want to make love with you," Robyn said, slipping into bed with Gavin.

As she moved, her clothing vanished, leaving her naked to Gavin's hungry stare.

His arms went around her as Gavin drew her to him and kissed her with a blazing desire and over whelming hunger.

Their lips met in a searing kiss, filled with love, lust, passion and longing.

Robyn untied Gavin's sash and his robe fell open. She smiled when she saw he was hard and ready. "You want me as much as I want you," her voice now sultry with desire.

"I've missed you," Gavin sighed, "I've missed you so very much."

Robyn leaned down and kissed the dark head of Gavin's erect cock, then moved her leg over him. Robyn's soft pussy hair brushed the rigid shaft as she remained poised over Gavin's eager cock.

The Stygian groaned in anticipation as his hands moved over Robyn's silky thighs to come to rest on the firm cheeks of her ass.

Slowly, Robyn lowered herself onto Gavin's waiting cock.

The heat of Robyn's cunt slid slowly over Gavin's erection. He could feel the wet furnace engulf it, drawing him deeper and deeper into his loves body.

Robyn leaned forward, her breasts caressing Gavin's face, their dark nipples firm as the wizard kissed and suckled them.

Robyn sighed as her hips began to move.

Their bodies moved together, Gavin thrusting upward; Robyn meeting his thrust and driving her hot, wet pussy down until her ass cheeks slapped against his thighs.

"I love you so much, my wizard," the Elvish Princess murmured, her inner muscles clutching Gavin's rigid cock.

Gavin took Robyn's breasts in his hands, caressing them, feeling the nipples stiff against his palms. "My love, my soul mate, I love you more than life itself." His voice was soft and sad, "without you there IS no life."

Robyn's soft lips covered his, silencing him. Her tongue darted into Gavin's mouth, playing with his tongue as they shared a deep, loving kiss.

Words were replaced by sighs, by moans of pleasure and the wet sounds of their bodies. As they moved faster and faster, each of them approached climax, their orgasms building within them. Their mouths were sealed together as were their loins and together they teetered on the brink.

With a savage groan, Gavin thrust his cock deep into Robyn's cunt as his balls spasmed. Hot semen erupted from his pulsating cock, filling Robyn's hungry pussy.

As she felt Gavin's seed pouring into her, Robyn, too, went over the edge. Her body quaked and trembled as her own juices washed over her lovers pounding cock.

The nectar of their love filled Robyn's cunt, flooding it, and flowing out to puddle on Gavin's belly.

As Gavin's cock began to deflate and slipped from her body, Robyn moved down Gavin's legs and lowered her mouth to the pool of their elixir that on Gavin's belly. Like a cat drinking from a dish of cream, she licked it up. She savored each drop, letting it slide smoothly over her tongue.

Gavin looked at his woman, meeting her eyes and seeing the love she felt for him. He drew her to him and kissed her, lovingly, deeply, tasting the flavor of their love on Robyn's lips and tongue.

"Gavin, my love," Robyn breathed softly, "my time grows short, for I cannot sustain this spell much longer. Trust the sorceress called Moira, for she is both powerful and loyal. She will be a good friend – to both of us."

Gavin's arms slid around Robyn's waist drawing her to him.

"I must leave you for now, my love, for I feel the spell decaying. I will be back when my strength is restored." Robyn leaned down and kissed Gavin. "For now, farewell, know that I love you."

"I love you," Gavin whispered as Robyn's image faded, "I love you."

The wizard was again alone in his room. His thoughts were jumbled and confused. Had it been a dream? He looked around and saw the tangled bed clothes, the red marks made by Robyn's fingernails as she dragged them across his shoulders.

She HAD been here. Gavin's courage and resolve were renewed. He would be able to sleep.

In the large room down the hall Garth lay between Jarveena and Moira. They could hear the sounds of passion from Gavin's room.

"Is he not alone?" Jarveena wondered, her fingers drifting down Garth's hard belly.

"Perhaps he dreams of her," Garth suggested.

"Robyn has visited him," Moira announced quietly, her own fingers moving over Garth, only to discover when she reached the sellswords massive cock, that Jarveena's hand was already wrapped around the shaft and was moving slowly up and down.

"I felt her mind, briefly touch mine," Moira went on, her hand now fondling Garth's balls. 

"Why would she touch your mind?" Garth asked, relaxing under the tender ministrations of the two women.

"To judge my mind and heart," Moira said, her fingers manipulating Garth's large balls. "She needed to know if I am friend or foe. She knows, now, that I am friend." The sorceress lowered her lips to Garth's swollen cock head.

With Jarveena's tongue flicking over his balls, and Moira's lips slowly slipping down his cock, Garth groaned and leaned back to enjoy the pleasure these two passionate women were giving him.

Jarveena sucked Garth's balls into her mouth and caressed them with her tongue.

Slowly, Moira let her lips move down Garth's cock, sucking the massive shaft into her throat, her tongue pressing the large vein that ran beneath the shaft.

After some moments, t he women traded places; Moira licking and sucking Garth's filling balls, while Jarveena's head moved up and down, her lips slipping over Garth's shaft, letting the bulbous head lodge in her throat.

Garth watched as his cock disappeared into Jarveena's mouth, only to reappear glistening with her saliva.

Moira moved from Garth's balls to rest her head on Jarveena's thigh, brining her mouth to Jarveena's wet cunt lips. The sorceress slid her tongue the entire length of Jarveena's wet slit, drawing a moan of pleasure from the woman, muffled as it was by Garth's cock in her mouth.

Moving with deliberate haste, the trio shifted positions to bring Moira's pussy to Garth's mouth, while keeping Jarveena's mouth and cunt in place.

All three would now be in position to give and receive pleasure among them.

Moira was the first to cum – her juices flowing over Garth's tongue – her body quaking as her cunt spasmed against Garth's hungry mouth.

Jarveena followed suit, her body captured by the power and intensity of her climax, she drove her head down, swallowing Garth's cock as her fingers fondled and caressed his full, aching balls.

Garth thrust his hips upward as his balls spasmed. His cock erupted pouring his hot seed pouring into Jarveena's, waiting, mouth.

Moira released Jarveena's cunt and both women shared the pearly bounty from Garth's spewing cock.

The women licked and sucked and kissed as Garth's semen pulsed from his throbbing cock. They took turns sucking and stroking Garth's erection until he was milked dry and his rigid prick began to deflate.

Jarveena and Moira then let their mouths travel, their tongues and lips harvesting the thick dollops of cum from Garth's cock and balls as well as each others belly, lips and breasts.

Their passion sated (for the time being) the three of them fell into a sound sleep, in a tangle of bodies and limbs.

In the hall outside, Topaz was growing more and more excited by the sounds she heard and the erotic images called up by her imagination. She slipped her hand beneath her skirt and drove her fingers into her dripping cunt. Her thumb pressed and tormented her swollen clit. She needed relief, badly, and her fingers were going to have to do the job.

"Lass, ye need more than fingers," a deep harsh voice said from across the hall.

Topaz quickly stopped and pulled her hand from beneath her skirt. As she turned she saw Dargeth leaning against the door of a vacant room. He was displaying the biggest cock Topaz had ever seen. It was almost as long as her forearm, and greater than that in girth.

"Come inside," Dargeth invited, "and let me tend that hot itch."

Topaz, spellbound by the size of Dargeth's erection, followed him into the room.

"Strip and lay face down on the bed, Lass," Dargeth ordered as he bolted the door.

Topaz obeyed at once, Her blouse and skirt were tossed aside as she lay down and raised her hips, presenting her cunt and ass for Dargeth's use.

Dargeth climbed onto the bed and moved to kneel in front of Topaz. "First, let's see how well ye can suck this mighty log." He placed the dark, fist sized knob on Topaz' lips.

It was not easy, but Topaz managed to stretch her mouth enough to admit the huge cock head. Her tongue pressed the underside as she felt the thick shaft sliding into her mouth.

With effort, Topaz was able to suppress her gag reflex enough to let Dargeth's cock head enter her throat.

"Now suck it, Lassie," Dargeth growled as he held Topaz' head and began fucking her mouth with savage, merciless strokes.

Even though she was almost choking on the massive organ, Topaz was becoming more and more sexually aroused as the dwarf's cock pumped into her throat. She reached down and found Dargeth's heavy balls, feeling them fill and grow tight as she fondled them.

The dwarf was grunting like an animal as he thrust his cock into Topaz' hungry mouth. His balls were tight, full, and aching for release. It had been a long time since Dargeth had enjoyed the pleasure and skills of a wanton.

Topaz had sucked enough cocks to know when a man was about to cum. "What," she wondered to herself, "would dwarf cum taste like?"

With a roar, Dargeth felt his cock erupt in Topaz' sucking mouth, pouring his first load of semen down her spasming throat.

The woman fought to swallow all that Dargeth gave her, tasting his hot thick semen as it ran over her tongue filling her sucking mouth until thin strings of pearly cum escaped her stretched lips.

Dargeth pulled her face from his cock and moved behind her. His powerful hands grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart. He moved his glistening, and still hard cock, up back and forth between Topaz' hot ass cheeks.

"Grab my cock, Lass," Dargeth ordered, "and put it in your cunt." 

Topaz did as she was told. Her hands encircled the thick shaft and put it to the dripping lips of her hot, hungry, pussy.

Dargeth's hands held Topaz' ass cheeks as he drove is cock into her with a single, powerful, stroke.

Topaz gasped as her cunt was stretched to accommodate Dargeth's huge cock. The air was driven from her lungs and her body was pressed down into the bed.

Their bodies moved with a harsh rhythm as Dargeth pounded his cock into Topaz with a ferocity that the woman had never felt before.

Topaz felt Dargeth's heavy balls slap against her swollen clitoris as he slammed his cock into her harder and harder. The thick shaft stretched the walls of Topaz' cunt and the bulbous head struck the mouth of her womb with each thrust. Topaz reached down and found her clitoris. She began slapping it lightly with her fingers, The alternate sensation of her clitoris being stimulated by Dargeth's balls, then her own fingers, slapping the sensitive nib, soon had Topaz teetering on the edge.




Sellsword Ch. 07



When Dargeth pulled his mighty cock from her cunt, Topaz felt like she would deflate. "Please! Don't stop," she pleaded, "please."

"I'm, not done w' ye yet, Lass," Dargeth laughed, "now spread yer cheeks like a good lassie." Dargeth put the head of his glistening cock against Topaz' tight, puckered, ass hole.

"NO! PLEASE! You'll rip me apart. It's too BIG!" Topaz protested, feeling the giant intruder pressing at her ass hole. But Topaz ground her ass back against Dargeth's cock anyway.

"That's the good Lass, help Dargeth drill into ye." The dwarf went slowly, almost gently, screwing his mammoth cock into Topaz' tight, hot ass.

Her sphincter relaxed some, allowing Dargeth's cock head to pop inside, through the tight ring and into the heat of Topaz' bowels.

Dargeth felt the tightness of Topaz' ass and commented, "Ha' ye not had too much two way traffic here, Lassie?" He started pumping in and out of Topaz' ass.

The girl reached down and drove four fingers into her steaming cunt, leaving her thumb to tease and torment her throbbing clitoris. She needed to cum, and she needed it badly.

"Go ahead Lassie, finger fuck yourself. I won't be much longer, as tight as your ass is." Dargeth laughed thrusting his cock as deep into Topaz' ass as it would go.

Topaz felt her body react to the dual stimulation of Dargeth's cock driving in and out of her ass, and her fingers fucking he hot, sodden cunt. Her orgasm was building quickly as her cunt contracted around her fingers and her ass clenched tightly around the invading cock buried deep inside her.

Dargeth could hold back no longer. As his cock erupted, Dargeth pulled his cock from Topaz' ass and let the semen fly over her back and ass cheeks.

When she felt Dargeth's hot seed landing on her fevered flesh, Topaz' orgasm flooded through her body, sending her over the edge. Every muscle in her body contracted, every nerve ending was aflame. Her thick, hot, juices flowed over her flying fingers. Her cunt lips, already swollen, constricted around her fingers as Topaz came with a loud cry of ecstasy.

Dargeth lay back on the bed as Topaz collapsed on her stomach. Nether spoke for long moments.

Topaz reached for the flask of ale on the nightstand and filled two jacks. One she handed to Dargeth, the second she held beneath his limp cock. Even soft, it was of an impressive length and girth, and Topaz handled it with a respect that neared affection. Holding Dargeth's cock like a stirrer, Topaz dipped it into the ale and swirled it around for a few turns. She looked at Dargeth as she lifted the ale to her lips and quaffed the liquid down.

Dargeth was sipping his ale as he watched this display. It brought a grin to his creased and ruddy face. "This is one lusty wench," he told himself, waiting for Topaz' next move.

He didn't wait long.

Topaz, on her hands and knees, crawled between Dargeth's powerful legs and lifted his cock to her mouth. Slowly, almost reverently, she licked and sucked him clean of their fluids – and the ale.

"Lass," Dargeth commented, "Ye be well worth your price, and more." He looked at Topaz and went on, "that's one thing ye didn't mention, yer price. That's a bit unusual ain't it Lassie?"

Topaz sat up in the bed, "oh, I'll take what ever you wish to give me," she laughed with a bright smile, "'cause I'm not a professional."

Dargeth drew a heavy purse from the folds of his discarded tunic and tossed it to Topaz. "I know not how much is there, Lassie, but I'd wager it makes tonight very profitable for ye."

Deftly catching the purse, Topaz set it aside and moved closer to Dargeth. I'm not going anywhere until morning, are you?" she asked, her fingers finding and caressing Dargeth's (awakening) cock.

"WAKE UP, YE LAZY OAF! WAKE UP!" Dargeth's roar shattered the pre-dawn calm, brining Garth to instant wakefulness and stirring everyone else.

As the rest of the group came into the common room, they could smell fresh bread and brewing tea as well as mulling wine and warmed mutton.

"Breakfast?" Jarveena wondered aloud, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Garth noticed Topaz wearing the same clothes she wore last night, and a well fucked expression on her face that she had NOT worn last night.

"Looks like Dargeth has made a conquest," Moira observed with a sly smile.

"What's all the noise about?" Gavin demanded as he made his way down the steps.

Dargeth drew himself to his full height and announced that since they were going on a god-killing expedition, he would be bringing along another fighting hand. "He should be here any minute," he concluded.

"Wait a minute," Garth demanded, "when did you send for him? You've been in the inn all night haven't you?"

"Aye," Dargeth responded, "that I have, but I'm a much earlier riser than the rest of you feather merchants."

At that moment, a young man entered the inn. He wore a chain mail shirt. His boots and breeches were of soft leather. Across his back he carried a quiver of arrows and a long bow, a pair of short swords hung from his belt and dagger pommels rose from his boot tops. He appeared to be in his late teens, perhaps a mite older. He was tall and strongly built, and he carried himself with a note of quiet confidence.

"And who might you be?" Garth demanded, his hand falling to his sword hilt.

"Stay your temper, Garth," Dargeth intervened. "This is Rand, a young friend of mine and a skilled fletcher and bower. He's also very handy with a blade." Dargeth beckoned the youth over, "I think Rand would make an excellent addition to our company – so I recruited him."

"Would you like a demonstration of my skill?" Rand asked, his posture confident and relaxed.

"Yes," Garth answered, "I would. Let's step out back."

Rand followed Garth into the stable yard, the rest of the group followed close behind.

At one end of the yard, Garth stood a small ale jack on a bail of hay. 

As he walked back to t he other end, he told Rand what he wanted to see. "Let's see what you can do with the bow first." Garth pointed, "Yon jack is your target."

Rand strung his bow and selected three arrows from his quiver. In less time than it takes to tell it, Rand had loosed all three. The first passed through the jack's handle pinning the leather mug to the fence. The second struck the mug a glancing blow, causing it to spin. The third arrow struck the jack dead center, stopping its movement with the vessel setting upright.

As Garth was about to complement him, Rand drew two daggers and threw them simultaneously. They struck the fence on either side of the jack.

"I'm impressed," Garth said, "none of us can make shots like that. Do you have close quarter skills as well? Sword, axe, mace or the like?"

"I have some skill with the weapon my father left me." Rand said, looking at Dargeth, "Dargeth told me not to bring it into the inn."

"Well go and fetch it and we'll see how you handle it," Jarveena spoke up, still impressed by Rand's skill.

As the young man went to fetch his father's weapon, Garth saw a smile on Dargeth's face, his eyes bright with mischief. "What are you up to you sneaky prick?" Garth accused.

"Ye'll see, my friend, ye'll see," the dwarf laughed.

In a moment, Rand returned. On his shoulder was a large, hammer like implement. When Garth saw it recognized it at once. It was a maul, and Garth had seen THIS one before.

"Remember Nicole, Garth? The girl that joined us during the Goblin War?" Dargeth prompted.

"Yes, I recall her, the beauty that Clinch took up with," Garth paused and looked at Rand again, this time studying his features. "NO! Impossible! He CAN'T be!" he protested. 

"Has it really been that long since the Goblin War?" Garth asked himself. "Damn! I'm getting old."

Dargeth just grinned and nodded, "But he is. This is Clinch's son, his and Nicole's. She taught him the use of bow and blade, Clinch taught him the maul."

"Your father and I were as brothers," Garth said. "We shared many a battle together, but I never knew. . . I mean. . .he never mentioned. . .oh shit. I don't know what I mean." He thrust his hand out and he and Rand clasped wrists. "Welcome to our little company, Rand, Son of Clinch."

Garth's welcome was repeated by Gavin, "I too, was proud to fight beside your father. He was a great and brave warrior."

"My father told me of you, Gavin," Rand said, "and of your war with the forces of Set. I could do little else but join you in this confrontation." He then turned toward the serving wench. "Hello, Topaz. Is it not a little early for you to be here?" The young warrior smiled.

The girl laughed, suggestively. "I never quite made it home last night," she said, casting a sly smile in Dargeth's direction.

Gavin's voice was a trance like mono-tone, "the Son of Clinch is a predestined member of our group." The wizard went on, "we await one more, for we must number seven."

"What about taking me along?" Topaz asked.

"To do what, Lass?" Dargeth laughed, pinching Topaz' ass. "This be work for warriors and spell casters. It might be fun having ye along, but ye might get killed in the bargain."

The girl stretched, "well then, I might as well go home and get some sleep, or I won't be able to work tonight."

"Use my room," Dargeth said, tossing her the key.

"Do you think she really wanted to join us?" Rand said when Topaz had gone upstairs.

"Aye, Laddie, that she did." Dargeth said, "but I doubt that she knows what we're about to try."

A sudden chill filled the common room, and the flickering lamps went out. The light from the outside dimmed until it was like twilight. The common room was dark and cold, very cold.

"I think we're about to have a visitor," Gavin said, rising to his feet.

As the rest of the group rose to their feet a blackness fell in the far corner of the room. It was much darker than the rest of the room, but it wasn't shadows. An unnatural darkness engulfed the corner and began to spread across the floor and over the walls. What the darkness covered was no longer visible.

"Gavin, of Stygia," a deep hollow voice called from the darkness. "Attend me," the voice commanded.

The Stygian approached the darkness and knelt, head bowed.

"Garth, Dragon Slayer," the voice intoned, "attend me."

The big warrior joined Gavin.

"Rand, Son of Clinch," the voice called a third time. "Attend me."

Surprised, Rand did as the voice directed.

"Dargeth, Son of Boreth, attend me," the voice said.

A cold hand gripped Dargeth's heart. The last time he had heard that voice call his name, he had run in mindless panic. Azog, the god of fear, now called him forth again. While the fear was of magical origin, it still caused the proud dwarf great shame.

Dargeth swallowed and joined his comrades.

The two women stood in front of the bar, watching as a tall, hooded, figure appeared from the darkness. He was clad in a long black robe, the hood concealed his face, if he even had a face.

"Gavin, of Stygia, my loyal vassal, gaze upon me once again."

As Gavin looked up, the hood fell back.

Without being warned, the women averted their eyes, feeling the fear emanating from the dark apparition that stood in the corner of the room.

As Gavin looked up, he saw, again the face of Azog, saw the terrifying visage of the god of fear. The god's burning red eyes sent wave after wave of deep, unreasoning fear flowing through him. Yet Gavin stood fast, his black eyes staring into the supernatural gaze of his patron.

"Again, my loyal servant, you have proven yourself," Azog judged. "Come, stand at my right hand."

"Garth, Dragon Slayer," Azog's voice rang deep, "gaze upon me and knew fear."

The sellsword recalled his last encounter with Azog. He had been spared the test of looking into the god's face then, but he still felt a supernatural fear. 

How would he fare this time?

Garth lifted his eyes and stared into the face of terror. His heart felt the ice cold grip of a fear such as he had never experienced. His whole being told him to run, flee in the face of this terror.

He fought it down and held Azog's gaze.

"The Soulcatcher has chosen well. Come stand with me," the god said.

Dargeth knew he would be next, his heart was pounding. Would he shame himself and his clan as he had done before? Would he turn and run? Would he even be able to meet the god's eyes?

"Dargeth, Son of Boreth," the deep voice rumbled, "gaze upon me."

The dwarf could feel his blood growing colder in his veins. He felt as though his heart might explode. Slowly Dargeth lifted his head and looked into the eyes of the god of fear.

Images of unspeakable horror filled Dargeth's mind as the blazing red eyes bored into his soul. He desperately wanted tear his eyes away from this terrifying apparition, to run, to flee this unreasoning fear, escape this place. 

But Dargeth did not falter.

"You have done well, Dargeth, Son of Boreth," Azog proclaimed. "Come, stand at my side."

Without being called, Rand stood, head bowed, before the god of fear.

"Are you so anxious to meet fear, Rand, Son of Clinch?" Azog's voice carried a sneer this time.

The wave of fear that washed over Rand was far worse then he could have ever imagined. But he fought it back as his father and mother had taught him. Resisting the cold hand that gripped his heart, Rand's mind fought back until the wave passed. 

He lifted his eyes.

"You have great courage, Rand, Son of Clinch, as well as wisdom beyond your years." Azog judged, "come, stand with me."

Behind the bar, Jarveena and Moira kept their eyes averted. They knew that the men were safe, but still had no idea what Azog would do with, or to, themselves.

"Moira, of Tarsk," Azog called in summons. "Attend me."

Fear shown in Moira's eyes as she looked to her friend for support.

"He has not harmed any of us," Jarveena reassured the young sorceress.

Moira approached the dark apparition that now stood in the middle of the room.

"Gaze upon me, Moira, of Tarsk."

Moira raised her head and opened her eyes. The blazing red stare of the god of fear burned into her. For a brief instant she wanted only to flee, but the feeling passed and she was left with a feeling of peace and well being.

"Yes, my daughter, you have the strength and resolve of your father," Azog told her.

"You, you knew my father?" The sorceress asked.

"We were, ah, acquainted. He was a man of great courage and wisdom. You have inherited that from him. And his magical talents."

As Moira took in what Azog had said, she followed his gesture to stand beside Gavin.

Jarveena looked at the group, her friends and comrades, lined up on either side of the most fearsome and terrifying creature she had ever seen.

She stood alone, again, as she had many years before.

"Jarveena, of Rethmar, gaze into my eyes."

"Rethmar?" Jarveena asked herself, "is that village of my birth?"

She didn't even consider the magnitude of what she was about to do, she simply raised her head and saw the face of fear personified.

Images from her past flew through her mind, flooding her consciousness and raising more and more questions about her birth and origin.

"All these, and more, will be answered in due time, Daughter of Woe, Child of Strife. Come, Jarveena, stand with your man at my side.

Lifting her head, Jarveena strode to Garth's side and he took her hand in his.

The figure of Azog gestured for the group to gather 'round him. "Garth," he instructed, "remove your sword and give it to Rand."

Protesting that he would be unarmed, Garth did as he was told anyway.

"Rand, Son of Clinch," Azog said as Rand felt the enchantment of the sword course through him, making his nerve endings tingle. "You now bear a sword of great power. Wield it with courage and honor."

Azog turned to Garth. "You will be far from unarmed," Azog held up his right hand.

A mist began to gather around Azog's hand. The mist thickened and grew darker as it elongated then hung there in mid air.

"Reach into the mist, Garth, Dragon Slayer."

Garth raised his hand and plunged it into the black mist. It felt cold on his skin then he felt something materializing in his grip. Strong surges of power pulsed up his arm, like the beating of a mighty heart.

This went on for what seemed hours, then stopped and the mist vanished.

"SOULCATCHER!" Garth exclaimed when he saw the black sword again in his hand.

"You have wielded The Soulcatcher in the past, and brought naught but honor. Only the mightiest of Eldritch sorcery can give a sword the power of god slaying. The Soulcatcher has that power."

Silence filled the room.

"What would you have us do now?" Gavin asked.

When Azog smiled it was almost as frightening as when he didn't. 

He smiled anyway. "You must wait another fortnight. On the next night of the full of the moon, you will leave Kal-Sorak, heading south and east. Your destination is the ferry of the Styx. On your way, you will meet the seventh of your group."

Gavin looked puzzled, "how will we know this seventh?"

"Rand and Moira will both know." Azog said, then responded to the many questions the group had.

Finally the god of fear raised his hand and the group was silent.

"You task is a dangerous one," Azog warned, adding some unwanted foreknowledge. "Not all of you will survive, not all of those who survive will return."

"Well," Dargeth laughed, "tha's about as ye'd expect, now, ain't it?"

"Remember," Azog said cryptically, "the next full of the moon." With that, he, and the dark mist, faded and vanished.

The group was quiet and introspective. They were mercenaries, every time they under took a job there was the understanding that some of them might die. It was the nature of the business they had chosen.

This time it was different. 

This time they knew their numbers would be reduced.

"Well, I know how I'm spending the next fortnight." Dargeth laughed, downing his ale. "Come on, Rand, let's see if Topaz is awake yet."

"The dwarf has the right idea," Garth agreed, getting to his feet. "Jarveena, Moira, join me."

Jarveena took the warriors outstretched hand, but Moira demurred.

"I need to discus spells with Gavin," she said, "there's much we can learn from each other."

Jarveena raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

The two spell casters were soon alone in the common room, the barman busied himself in the back room.

"Moira, you interest me." Gavin said. "How is it that the dreaded Azog knows of your father?"

"I'm not sure. My father and I shared many things about magic, but he revealed little about his life before I arrived."

"What of your mother?" Gavin asked, leaning forward, his eyes intently staring at Moira.

"I never knew her, and my father rarely spoke of her. I know she was mortal, and I think she had some knowledge of the arcane arts. Perhaps that's why my father took the time to teach me."

Moira looked at Gavin, her eyes saw the scars that marred his dark complexion. She saw his eyes, black, bottomless pits that let her look deep into his tormented soul.

"I want you, Gavin," was all that Moira said.

The Stygian waved his hand carelessly and all the Inn's doors were magically locked.

The two sorcerers came together in a hungry embrace, their lips meeting in a kiss of fierce desire as their tongues danced, and their hands roamed.

Moira tore open Gavin's robe, revealing his growing erection. Before she dropped to her knees, she stripped her own robe over her head and cast it aside.

Moira sighed, "I need to suck you," then went to her knees before Gavin's fully erect cock.

Gavin felt Moira's lips seal around his cock head, the tip of her tongue flicking back and forth over the swollen glans, capturing the drops of pre-seminal fluid gathering here.

The young sorceress' eyes looked up at Gavin and saw the pleasure in his face. She parted her lips slightly and, lowering her head, took the rest of Gavin's cock into her hot, wet mouth.




Sellsword Ch. 07



Gavin could feel Moira's tongue pressing the large vein that ran along his cock, as she sucked the swollen head into the top of her throat. He leaned his head back and sighed, resting his hands on Moira's head as he thrust himself in and out of her willing mouth. It had been a long time since he and Robyn had been able to make love – Moira wasn't Robyn, and love had little to do with what they were doing now.

Moira's lips moved up and down Gavin's rigid shaft; her fingers caressing his taught balls. She could feel them, they were full and heavy.

Gavin knew he was close as Moira took the head of his cock into her throat. He could hold back no longer, his balls ached for release. He held Moira's head in his hands as she swallowed his throbbing cock.

Moira's throat spasmed as Gavin's cock erupted, sending his hot semen coursing down her gullet. She continued sucking, milking every drop of Gavin's seed, until he was spent.

"That should take the edge off," Moira said, releasing Gavin's semi hard cock from her wet lips and sitting back on her heels.

Gavin said nothing, but reached down and lifted Moira beneath her arms and placed her on the table.

Moira spread her long legs in invitation, her fingers teasing her swelling clitoris as they opened the wet petals of her eager pussy.

Gavin watched as Moira thrust her fingers in and out of her soaking cunt. The wet sounds of her finger fucking, combined with her soft moans and the aroma of her growing lust, brought Gavin's cock back to full erection. He leaned down and added his tongue to Moira's moving fingers as they teased and caressed her hungry pussy.

Moira arched her back, pressing her cunt to Gavin's questing mouth as he thrust his tongue into her hot, clutching hole.

The sorceress moaned in ecstasy as her orgasm burst over her. Her muscled clenched and relaxed as her every nerve ending tingled with sensation as her juices flowed over Gavin's probing tongue. She reached down and too Gavin's face in her hands, lifting his mouth from her throbbing cunt. "I need to feel you. . . inside me, Gavin," she moaned.

The Stygian moved onto the table and turned Moira over, onto her hands and knees.

"Yes," the sorceress moaned, "oh, yes."

Kneeling behind her, his hands on her pale ass cheeks, Gavin rested the head of his turgid cock in the vestibule of Moira's waiting pussy.

As Gavin's cock slowly entered Moira's cunt, he could feel the swollen lips gripping his cock as it sank into her. A furnace like heat engulfed his raging hard on as it slipped into Moira's cunt and he began to thrust. Gavin's movement was slow, at first, then he began to increase both speed and power as he was soon slamming his cock into Moira's willing cunt hard and fast, his balls slapping on her clit.

Under the pounding of Gavin's cock, Moira drew closer and closer to another orgasm, her muscles tightening has her lungs filled and emptied. She tossed her head from side to side as the bulbous head of Gavin's mighty cock bumped, repeatedly, against the mouth of her womb.

Groans of pleasure escaped Gavin's throat as he continued slamming into the tight, hot, wet grip of the young sorceress' cunt.

Moira thrust her hips backward, impaling herself on Gavin's cock as she soared over the edge. Her clitoris throbbed as he juices flowed over the raging cock that filled her, body and soul.. From Moira's gasping mouth came a moan of complete satisfaction as another intense orgasm flowed through her.

Gavin thrust his cock into Moira's spasming cunt harder and harder, feeling his balls start to fill once more, as the passionate sorceress grew him closer and closer to climax.

"Let me bathe in your seed, Gavin," Moira pleaded, grinding her cunt over Gavin's pulsing cock. "Let me feel it splash over my breasts," she moaned.

Gavin withdrew and Moira turned to face him on her knees. His cock glistened inches from her mouth.

"Oh, yes," Moira sighed as she took the prize to her lips, then sucked it into her throat, her fingers reaching up to fondle the Stygian's full balls. As she felt him approaching the point of no return, she released his cock from her lips and began stroking it up and down. Rivulets of sweat gathered in the sweet valley between Moira's heavy breasts. 

Gavin was fast nearing the brink, as their bodies glistened with perspiration.

Moira placed Gavin's throbbing cock between her heaving tits and squeezed them together to entrap the rigid organ in a warm, smooth tunnel of silky flesh.

This was too much for Gavin. His balls spasmed as his cock erupted sending long, ropy streams of pearly semen splashing onto Moira's breasts, chin, lips and hair.

Moira took Gavin's spurting cock in her soft hands and gathered it into her mouth to savor the remaining drops of his nectar and suck them into her throat.

The two of them rested on the table while their breathing returned to normal. The drying of their sweat provided some coolness to their fevered flesh.

Gavin's fingers moved absently over Moira's smooth shoulder, "You are kind to take pity on me, Moira," he said quietly.

"Pity had nothing to do with it," Moira responded. "I wanted you. I needed to know what it would be like to have a mage of your power inside me." Moira's cheek rested on Gavin's chest, "Robyn is in deed a most fortunate woman."

"I fear that I am the lucky one," Gavin answered, "for Robyn to love me as she does."

Moira at up, "we'd best concoct some plans, Gavin. We're going to need all the tricks we can come up with."

Gavin agreed and the two of them dressed and began planning in earnest.

By the time the sun came up, and the rest of the group came downstairs to break fast, Moira and Gavin had drawn up a list of things that needed to be planned out as well as equipment that might be required.

They had also exchanged a number of spells of some degree of power.

"You two have been busy, haven't you?" Jarveena asked, her eyebrows only slightly raised.

"We've been able to accomplish few things," a tone of innocence in her soft voice.

"He's quite a lover, isn't he?" Jarveena asked late the following afternoon as she an Moira were checking supplies.

Moira smiled, "you and he. . ." she said, thrusting her index finger through a ring formed by the thumb and index finger of her other hand.

"Oh, yes." Jarveena grinned, "don't feel any guilt, for Robyn is willing to share him with those she trusts and loves. She is as good a lover as you are, and that's damn good."

The next two weeks passed without a repeat performance between Moira and Gavin, or any other incident.

On the morning of the full moon, the group made ready to depart.

"The wagon's loaded," Rand announced, lacing up his shirt.

"Did ye remember to load the ale kegs and that small cask o' whisky?" the dwarf asked.

Rand smiled and nodded, "I understand you have your own priorities, my friend."

Over the last fortnight, Moira and Gavin had been busy preparing a number of potions they thought might be useful. Most were for healing or strength, but Moira had concocted one that would render one invisible.

"This one may come in handy," she said as she placed it in the box with the other vials.

As dusk approached, the group made ready to leave.

Topaz was sad to see her dwarven lover depart and promised to remain faithful to him until his return.

Dargeth, of course, took her promise with several grains of salt, but said, "I know ye' will, Lass." He kissed her and pinched her tit, then climbed into the drivers box atop the wagon.

The group left Kal-Sorak by the south gate and were soon on the road heading south by east.

"We should reach the Styx within three days, if we keep a brisk pace," Garth guessed.

"Aye, but we've these animals to consider," the dwarf indicated the draft horses pulling the heavy wagon. "It may take us the better part of a week," Dargeth suggested. "We can't travel all day and all night."

Garth nodded and sent Rand ahead to scout the road. Moira chose to join him.

"So," Rand inquired, "are you Gavin's lover now?"

"No," Moira smiled, "that was a one time thing. I don't really have a lover, save possibly Garth and Jarveena. I do have deep feelings for both of them, so I suppose we, the three of us, are lovers."

Rand's face took on a sad look, "I have heard Dargeth speak of the love between my father and mother. Of it's depth and honesty."

Moira put her hand on Rand's forearm, "have you no one of your own?"

Before Rand could answer, the peaceful moonlit night was split by the blood curdling howl of a wolf. And it was close at hand.

"There!" Moira cried, pointing to the edge of the forest. "A wolf, at the base of that oak tree."

"I see it, and it appears to have been feathered." Rand tossed Moira the reins of his horse and jumped to the ground.

"If he's injured, he'll attack you," Moira cautioned, slipping from her horse and tying both to a sapling. Cautiously, she approached Rand and the injured wolf.

The wolf, a large gray male, had an arrow in his side. He had lost a lot of blood and was very weak. His eyes looked to Rand and Moira for mercy. It was his eyes that captured Moira. They were dry, and didn't reflect the moonlight.

Moira soothe the wolf as Rand worked to extract the arrow.

The wolf merely groaned as Rand dug the broad arrow head from the wolf's flesh.

"Orcish," Rand spat, "crude workmanship and an evil head."

"There's Orc's blood on his jaws," Moira pointed out.

"Arrow's out" Rand announced sitting back on his heels. "What can you do to stop the bleeding?"

Moira looked in her pouch and took out a handful of herbs. She crushed and blended them, then placed them on the gaping wound in the wolf's side. Before she could bind the wound, however, the bleeding stopped and the ragged edges of the wound started to knit.

"I knew it," the sorceress said, "a werewolf!"

"Stand away," Garth shouted, "the creature must be slain!"

"NO!" Rand responded, placing himself between Garth and the injured wolf. "He's no threat, wait until sunrise, you'll see."

Garth grumbled, as did Dargeth. Gavin seemed to understand and Jarveena looked at the wolf with suspicion and apprehension, but said nothing.

As the sun rose over the eastern mountains, it's rays fell on the injured wolf. As the sun warmed his body, the wolf's shape began to change, until he was no longer a wolf, but a man.

"Werewolf!" Dargeth cried in surprise, reaching for his axe.

"Stay your hand, Dargeth," Rand shouted, "this is our seventh comrade."

"HAVE YE GONE MAD, LADDIE?" Dargeth fumed. "He'll rip yer throat out first chance he gets."

"Not in his human form," Gavin said, calmly.

The man looked up, first at Rand, then Gavin, then Moira. "You are most kind," he said, his voice deep and soft. "My name is Daynor, and I have been cursed by the priests of Set to live this way until I die."

"As a werewolf?" Rand asked.

"Yes. I am at the mercy of the full moon, wolf by night, tortured human by day." 

"Moira," Gavin suggested, "between the two of us, we may be able to decoct a potion that would permit Daynor to exert some measure of control over his lycanthropy."

Moira nodded her agreement.

"Well," Garth grumbled, "we may as well camp here for the day. I hope Daynor proves worth it."

By nightfall, a potion had been prepared that would permit Daynor to control his transformations. As an additional benefit, the potion would allow his to retain more of his human mental characteristics, while still gaining the hunting awareness of the wolf.

If it worked.

"we'll be moving out in a few minutes," Gavin said, handing Daynor the vial of potion. "Drink this now and give it some time to take full effect." Gavin paused, "do you feel the urge to change yet?"

Daynor shook his head and drank the thick fluid down.

The group resumed their journey with Rand in the lead, and Jarveena brining up the rear of the column.

The night passed without incident. Moira and Gavin kept their eyes on Daynor. Thrice during the night Moira could see the struggle in Daynor's face as he fought off the transformation.

"Let's press on 'til mid-day," Gavin suggested, wanting to make up lost time. "There's an oasis ahead and we should reach it by noon."

Garth and Dargeth agreed, both joking that of there was no oasis, Gavin would receive a thorough beating.

As the sun reached it's zenith, Rand rode up an announced that he had reached the oasis.

Within two hours the group was encamped about the cool spring, basking in the palm shade and fanning them selves with large fronds.

"Daynor," Moira said softly, "we can share the shade of my tent if you like."

The werewolf looked at Moira and she at him.

"I'd very much like to share your tent, Moira."

The sorceress led Daynor to her tent and closed the flap behind them.

"How did you come to be cursed?" Moira asked, pushing back her hood.

Daynor stretched out on the blanket and looked at Moira. "In my homeland," he began, "Set is an alien god. My people have no need, or use for such a deity. But we are a tolerant people, not given to prejudice, so when the priests built the temple, they were not harassed."

As Daynor spoke, Moira rested her fingers lightly on his forearm.

"It was after the temple was built that things started to change," Daynor continued. "If a farmer killed a snake, the priests demanded he pay a tribute to the temple."

"What sort of tribute?" Moira asked, her head now resting on Daynor's shoulder.

"They demanded their daughters as temple virgins, if there were no daughters, then livestock, or produce would serve as tribute."

Moira sat up, "How long would the girls serve? What was to be their ultimate fate?" She shifted her position subtly and now rested her head on Daynor's stomach.

The werewolf began stroking Moira's dark, silky hair. "The priests said it would be a three year service. But they lied. At the end of the third year, the girls were sacrificed to their slithering abomination."

Moira's head no rested on Daynor's hard, muscular thigh. "So you did something to outrage the priests?" She asked. "what was it?"

Daynor smiled, "I began disqualifying the local virgins," his fingers caressed her smooth cheek.

"Disqualified? By seducing them?" Moira smiled, responding to Daynor's light touch. "As you are doing to me?"

"As we are doing to each other, Moira," Daynor corrected, his lips covering hers.

At first their kiss was tentative and unsure. As their desire grew, so did the intensity of their embrace. Tongues, dancing and playing, each exploring the others mouth. Fingers slipping beneath clothing to feel and caress warm flesh.

Daynor's fingers slowly drew Moira's robe up her long legs, baring her satin smooth thighs. The man/wolf gently ran his fingers over her warm silky flesh, then rested his palm on her inner thigh.

For her part, Moira's fingers were pulling the drawstring on Daynor's breeches, loosening the waist enough to admit her exploring hand.

As Daynor felt Moira's hand encircle his growing cock, his own fingers found the hot, wet lips of Moira's steaming cunt.

A sigh escaped the sorceress' lips as Daynor's fingers slid over her swelling clitoris and moved up and down her wet slit.

Daynor let his fingers delve into Moira's eager cunt, feeling the tightness of it, the heat and wetness. And her felt his cock growing harder and harder as Moira slowly stroked it.

The two continued to stroke and caress, making each other hotter and hotter.

Moira paused for a moment to cast a minor spell, "a spell of silence," she whispered, then returned to stroking Daynor's massive cock.

Daynor lifted Moira's robe and moved to kneel between her open legs. His eyes gazed down at the soft hair covering her glistening, wet pussy lips, so swollen and pink. With a lick of his lips, Daynor lowered his mouth to Moira's waiting cunt and began licking and sucking her throbbing clitoris.

Moira let out a low moan as she came, her juices washing over Daynor's lips and tongue, flowing onto his cheeks and chin.

Daynor lifted his face from Moira's pussy and moved forward that she might see his erect cock.

Moira's eyes grew wide, "by all the gods, I have never seen anything that magnificent," she murmured in honest awe. "It is a cock truly worthy of homage." Moira got up on her knees and took Daynor's massive erection in two hands.

The head was a deep maroon, and the size of a fist. Daynor's cock shaft had the girth of a man's wrist, and from pelvis to tip, measured the length of Moira's forearm, from elbow to fingertips.

Moira held in her hands, the biggest cock she had ever seen. She looked at it, lovingly, longingly, as she caressed the veins that ran over and across the huge shaft.

"Fondle my stones," Daynor asked, enjoying the attention his cock was receiving.

Moira moved her gaze to the great hairy sack that held Daynor's balls. Never pausing in her stroking of his magnificent cock, Moira bent to kiss and lick the man/wolf's scrotum. She could not resist the temptation to suck one into her mouth.

"SWEET MITRA!" Daynor swore, as he felt Moira's mouth moving over his testicles, "Suck me, or let me fuck you," he groaned. "Don't torment me woman!"

Moira moved around onto her hands and knees, presenting her ass and cunt to Daynor's hungry gaze. She reached back and spread her asscheeks, offering Daynor her dripping, wet cunt.

Daynor leaned forward and ran his tongue up and down Moira's slit, licking her clit, her pussy lips and her tight, puckered asshole.

Moira moaned at the first touch of Daynor's tongue, and almost fainted when she felt his huge cockhead brush the vestibule of her cunt. Moira spread her asscheeks wider, giving Daynor better access.

Daynor's cockhead rested between the glistening petals of Moira's cunt lips. She undulated her hips seductively. "Fuck me, Daynor," the sorceress urged. "Drive that lance deep into my soul."

With a single, powerful thrust, Daynor drove his mighty cock into Moira's tight, wet cunt. He felt the walls of her cunt as they clutched first his cockhead then his shaft.

Moira felt the girth of her lover's cock stretching her cunt, even before she felt the head bumping the tip of her womb. Her breath escaped her parted lips in a gasp as she felt her cunt being filled by the massive column of flesh that Daynor was pounding into her. With each stroke, she could feel the man/wolf's heavy balls slapping against her clitoris, adding to the intense excitement that already possessed her body. Moira reached back and caressed Daynor's rapidly filling balls. He was close, but so was she. Straining, Moira encircled the base of Daynor's cock with her fingers and squeezed as hard as she could, choking off her lover's climax.

Daynor growled through clenched teeth when he felt hi climax being held back. His balls cried for release as beads of sweat broke out on his skin.

Moira's orgasm flowed through her like a tidal wave, sweeping ever climax she had ever felt before, away like so much flotsam. She knew she had to taste him, feel his cock in her mouth, drink his seed. She moved forward, letting Daynor's cock slip free, then turned and took the glistening wet organ on her hands.

"By the GODS!" Daynor cried as he felt his cock head being engulfed by Moira's mouth.

The sorceress' hands moved up and down Daynor's shaft as she slowly took more and more of his cock into her mouth, until the head was lodged in her throat.

"I'm there!" Daynor gasped as he held Moira's head down, driving his cock into her throat. His balls churned as his seed surged up to erupt from his pulsing cock to flood Moira's spasming throat.

The young sorceress struggle to swallow all of her lover's semen, but the flow as too much, and thin pearly ropes of Daynor's seed hung from her stretched lips.




Sellsword Ch. 08



Sellsword 8 Retribution

Jarveena sat in the room she and Garth shared waiting for him to return from a caravan. It was late and the place was almost empty. Ordinarily it was quiet at this time of night, Kal-sorak was no longer a crime infested town. 

So it was that the scream from the alley brought Jarveena's head up quickly. There was a note of extreme terror in the scream. 

It was not a scream of passion.

Jarveena grabbed the Hart Bow and a quiver of arrows and rushed downstairs.

The screaming grew in intensity as Jarveena threw open the side door and saw the reason for all the commotion.

A young girl was being raped and beaten by three black clad men.

Jarveena scanned the alley and nocked an arrow to the bowstring.

"Lower the bow or the little slut dies!" Commanded one of the men, the edge of his dagger against the girl's throat.

The other two men stood back, hands on their sword hilts, eyes fixed on Jarveena.

"Release her, and I may let you live," Jarveena sneered, the razor sharp arrowhead never wavering from it's target.

The three men laughed. Two swords began slowly creeping from their scabbards, a dagger pressed tighter to a young girls flesh.

The assassins didn't recognize Jarveena, nor did they know the Hart Bow.

The bowstring twanged softly as the arrow sped to it's target. In less than a heartbeat, the steel arrowhead plunged through the dagger wielder's eye to penetrate his brain.

As he fell backward, already dead, Jarveena was nocking and loosing her second shaft. It too buried itself in a mans brain.

As the girl picked up the dropped dagger and scrambled to safety, the remaining man crouched low and came toward Jarveena. His sword tip described circles in the air as he moved with deliberate skill.

From the shadows of the alley, the girl threw the dagger she had taken from her tormentor. It struck the third man in the side. Little damage was done, but it made him turn toward the second threat.

That was his final and fatal error.

Jarveena's third shaft pierced the man's throat and he fell with blood spraying from his severed artery.

"J-Jarveena?" a timorous voice asked from against the wall.

Jarveena turned and studied the dirty young face. The girl was bruised and her face was smeared with dirt and blood, her eyes were filled with terror, but they were still the beautiful blue-green of the sea.

"Tiffane? Is that you?"

The girl ran to Jarveena and buried her face in the woman's bosom. Tears ran down her cheeks, leaving streaks of fair skin in their wake.

"Tiffane, what's happened to you?" Jarveena asked, holding the sobbing girl in her arms.

As the girl cried, near hysteria, a large man, on a massive war-horse rode into the alley.

Garth had returned.

Leaping down, the big warrior ran to where the two women huddled against the wall.

"Tiffane? By the gods, girl, what's happened?"

Tiffane's face brightened some when she saw the stern face and the hard eyes. 

"Garth, I had only dreamed I would find you."

He looked questioningly toward Jarveena – who simply shrugged.

"It was my father's doing," Tiffane began. "When he found out that the son my mother bore was yours, he tortured her. She told him, she told him everything."

"A son?" Garth asked himself. "I have sired a son?" Aloud he said, "Let's get you inside and get some food in you."

With Jarveena on one side, they helped Tiffane into the inn.

"Take her upstairs," Jarveena said, "I'll get her some food and wine."

Garth and Jarveena decided to let Tiffane rest after she ate.

Jarveena bathed her wounds and gave her something to sleep in.

"Did you see the marks on her skin?" Jarveena asked.

Garth nodded grimly, "Aye, and she spoke of a son."

Jarveena looked over at Tiffane, "I thought you might have left Tiffane with child, but the Duchess?" She shrugged, "we'll know more once she's rested." She turned to the big sellsword and began to unlace his mail shirt. "And you, you've been gone for a fortnight." Her hand went to his cod-piece, "I've missed this."

Once she had him undressed, Jarveena knelt before him and gently caressed his stiff cock with her fingers, lips and tongue. Slowly, she sealed her lips over the dark, swollen head and took him into her hot, wet mouth.

Garth moaned as Jarveena sucked him back into her throat and began moving her lips up and down his rigid shaft. Her hands fondling his heavy balls.

Jarveena sucked until Garth's cock was rigid, "now, let's see if you've forgotten how to use this." She kissed the head of his cock then led him to the bed.

"Be careful not to awaken Tiffane," Jarveena cautioned as she straddled Garth's hips. She took Garth's cock in her hand and rubbed the bulbous head up and down her hungry slit. She could feel the heat from her lover's massive tool as her juices flowed, making her cunt wet and slick.

Garth held back a moan as Jarveena's cunt slid slowly down his massive cock. He could feel the soft wet lips of her pussy as they kissed their way along his thick shaft, caressing every inch of him as Jarveena clutched him with her inner muscles.

Rough hands gripped Jarveena's hips as Garth thrust himself into her until her ass cheeks met his thighs with a soft slap.

Their bodies began to move in rhythm, thrusting and accepting; seeking and yielding.

Jarveena leaned forward to tempt Garth with her succulent tits.

He accepted the treat and sucked her nipple into his mouth, gently nibbling on it before releasing it and attacking the other.

"Yes," Jarveena sighed, "I've missed that, I've missed that so."

Jarveena had to stifle her cry of pleasure as she came; sealing her mouth to Garth's accomplished this without effort. She felt her lover's seed erupt into her body as his long filled balls emptied into her demanding cunt.

Garth's cock pulsed and throbbed as he sent his semen pouring into Jarveena's hungry body. 

A small sound reached Garth's ears and he went rigid. He turned toward the sound and saw Tiffane, her eyes wide with terror as she watched the man and woman who had once been her lovers, united in a passionate climax.

"Wait," Jarveena said breathlessly, "she's been raped and beaten, she's terrified."

The lovers dressed quickly as Tiffane sobbed in the corner, her legs drawn up and her arms wrapped protectively about her knees.

Jarveena quickly found a small pouch of herbs. "Sara left these. She taught me to make a sedative with them." 

She crushed selected herbs then poured a small amount of wine in the cup and mixed it.

"Here, Tiffane, drink this," she said in a soothing voice. "It will help you to relax."

The girl drank the potion and in a few moments was able to breathe more evenly, and her eyes returned to their normal size.

"Do you feel like talking?" Jarveena asked softly.

"I – I can't," Tiffane stammered, "not with Garth here."

"I'll go downstairs, I need to check the til anyway." Garth left the room and the two women were alone.

"Garth left my mother with child," Tiffane began. "Mother and I both knew who the father was, but the Duke thought it was his. He was like a schoolboy, bragging to his guardsmen about what a stallion he was."

Jarveena stroked the girl's hand to reassure her that everything was all right, and that she was safe here.

Tiffane went on, "the pregnancy went well and mother gave birth to a strapping baby boy." She paused and took a deep breath. "The baby's eyes were the color of Garth's. His hair, was the color of Garth's. Even his complexion was that of Garth. Even one so foolish as the Duke could not have thought the child was anyone's except Garth's. The Duke went mad. He ordered my mother and I brought before him. In front of us he threw the babe to the Captain of the Guard and ordered him slain."

Tiffane broke down and sobbed uncontrollably.

"The baby was killed while we watched!" she cried.

Jarveena said nothing, letting Tiffane regain her composure as best she could.

At last, the girl looked up through red rimmed eyes and continued. "Mother and I were both thrown in the dungeon. The Duke knew that I had knowledge of what had happened, but he decided to torture mother instead. I suppose it was his way of exacting further revenge for what he saw as her betrayal." She drew a deep breath the went on, "It didn't take long for Mother to break. She told him of her dalliance with Garth, as well as mine. She told him everything she knew about what she and Garth did, everything Garth and I did, and everything she thought she knew. Then he killed her, he killed her himself."

Jarveena softly caressed Tiffane's hair. "You're safe here, Tiffane, he can't reach you now."

Tiffane gave Jarveena a small smile, then went on. "I was thrown back into the dungeon. Everyday one or another of the guardsmen would come to my cell. They raped me in every way, in every place. If they didn't feel like raping me, I would be beaten. Sometimes with a whip; most often with the ‘cat'. Now and then a guard would just use his fists." Tiffane let Jarveena see the scars that criss crossed her back. Angry, vicious scars. Scars that bespoke merciless beatings and unimaginable pain.

And these were put there on the order of her own father.

Jarveena spent long moments in silence, weighing each thought before she gave it voice. "The Duke must pay for these atrocities. He must be made to pay dearly for them." Jarveena's eyes had hardened and her mouth was set in a grim line. "Garth must be told what happened," Jarveena raised her hand when Tiffane's eyes grew wide with fear. "If you wish, I will tell him when we're alone. Know that he will want to come to you and comfort you. He does love you, you know, in his own, peculiar way."

"I understand," Tiffane sobbed, "but I'm not ready to face Garth yet. I feel like I failed him, and let his son be killed."

Jarveena took the weeping girl in her arms and held her tenderly. "You failed no one, Tiffane," Jarveena said in a reassuring tone. "It was The Duke who failed. He failed as a husband, as a father and as a man. He caused Garth's son's death, not you, not your mother. Do you understand me?"

Still weeping, Tiffane nodded her understanding. 

Jarveena had her drink some more of the calming potion and the girl was soon asleep. Jarveena went downstairs to tell Garth what Tiffane had related to her.

"The bastard must die!" Garth exploded.

"Of course he will die, Garth," Jarveena put her hand on Garth's arm. "But we must not rush into this. It would be best that he think himself beyond reach. He must not be expecting anything when you, and Tiffane, exact your retribution."

Garth looked her in puzzlement.

"She needs to regain her strength, she needs to be trained to fight, she needs to learn to rule, for she will be the ruler of Jinesta once the Duke is slain." Jarveena paused as she saw Garth start to smile. "This will take time and troops. The Duke's guardsmen will not simply step aside and let him be killed."

"With the Mercenary Guild active again, I should be able to raise an army in a few months," Garth said.

Jarveena smiled and kissed the massive warrior, "even with you teaching her, it's going to take at least a year to turn Tiffane into the fighter she'll have to be."

Over the next few weeks Tiffane's body healed. With herb salves and potions that she had learned from Sara, Jarveena was able to remove some of Tiffane's scars and lesson the worst of them.

The scars on the girl's mind and spirit would take far longer to heal.

Some would never heal.

"Woman," Garth announced over breakfast one morning, "it's time you learned how to fight."

Tiffane looked at Jarveena, who just smiled and nodded, then back at Garth. "I know nothing of war, Garth, what good could I do?"

"You've a quick mind and you're gaining strength everyday," Garth told her. "With proper weapons and teaching you could be the match of many a warrior." Garth grinned, "and I have access to both the weapons and the teachers."

Tiffane's eyes, once bright with the spirit of youth, now burned with the fire of hate. She looked at Garth and nodded. "That's what I want. I want to be able to wield the weapon that kills the Duke. His blood must be on my hands."

Garth looked at Jarveena, then back at Tiffane. "And why is it," he asked gently, "that you no longer care for me? Have I grown that much older and uglier in but three years?" The sellsword paused, "I know you have been with Jarveena a number of times, yet you have not shared a bed with me."

Tiffane looked at Garth as would a frightened animal, then softened as her small rested on his muscled forearm. "You are a man, Garth, and it was men that have destroyed my life." Tears began to form in the girl's eyes, "I will always love you, Garth, but I will always fear you as well."

"Fear no one," Garth said in a fierce tone. "You are one of the strongest and bravest women I know. Before you return to Jinesta you will be able to put fear into the heart of any man." His voice softened considerable, "as you put gentleness into mine when we first met," he continued.

Tiffane did not know what to say, she looked at Jarveena who only smiled and nodded.

"Time for you to learn to use a bow," Garth said, rising from the table. "Jarveena, select a bow and arrows for her, then start teaching her to use them."

The sellsword headed for the door, "I'll be back by mid-day," he announced leaving the inn.

"He's angry with me," Tiffane sobbed, "he hates me."

Jarveena took the girl in her arms. "He's angry, true, but it is not you his anger is for, it is the Duke, as it is the Duke he hates." Jarveena stroked the girl's soft hair, "but I think he is hurt by your mistrust. He feels very deeply for you, Tiffane, as you felt for him. Remember his promise to you that you would share a bed when next you met?"

Tiffane's lips curved in a slight smile, "I remember. And I remember giving him a lock of my hair as well. He probably cast it away or lost it over the years."

"Around his neck," Jarveena laughed, "Garth wears a small leather pouch. In the pouch, tied in red silk ribbon, is a lock of soft black hair. Could that be yours?" Jarveena caressed Tiffane's cheek. "Hardly a day passes that he does not clutch that pouch and take a far away look in his eyes."

"But it is you he loves, Jarveena," the girl protested. "How can he love me as well?"

"Do you not remember the pleasures the three of us shared?" Jarveena asked. "He remembers his promise to you, and he fears you do not. He's too proud to remind you of it. Garth is man enough to love two women, so long as the women return his love." Jarveena's smile grew wicked, "of course if the two women loved each other as well, it would make the situation even better."

Tiffane moved closer to Jarveena, "you know how I feel about you, Jarveena. It is the same feeling I have for Garth, the big oaf."

"First, archery practice," Jarveena said firmly, "then we can rest in your room."

At mid-day, Garth returned and watched Tiffane as Jarveena taught her the art of the bow. The girl proved an apt pupil, eager to learn and eager to excel.

"Your skill will build with time and practice," Jarveena encouraged, showing Tiffane how to loose two shafts in quick succession.

Garth left them without a word, Tiffane was, once again disappointed. "He acted like I wasn't even here," she said, choking back a sob.

"Come, let's go upstairs and rest. It's been a long morning." Jarveena took her by the hand and they went inside.

In Tiffane's room, Jarveena stripped off her shirt and washed the sweat from her breasts. Tiffane followed suite and in seconds the two women were embracing, letting their hands wander over each other's body.

Falling onto the bed, they wriggled out of their tight leather breeches, then wrapped their arms and legs around one another as their lips met in a searing, lovers kiss. Tongues danced and played as their mouths each sought to devour the other. Their hands moved lightly and quickly over breast and belly, thigh and ass cheek as they felt and caressed soft, yielding flesh.

Jarveena's hand moved down over Tiffane's taught belly and found what it sought between the girl's open thighs. The soft downy hair of Tiffane's pussy; moist with anticipation, scarcely concealed the wet, pouting lips that waited there. 

Tiffane gasped as she felt Jarveena's fingers part her delicate lips and slip inside. She tightened her clutch on Jarveena's fingers as she felt them move in and out. "Oh, yes, Jarveena, yes," Tiffane moaned softly, her own fingers reaching for Jarveena's steaming cunt.

"Wait," Jarveena said, moving her fingers and motioning Tiffane to lay on her back. Jarveena switched positions, placing her head between Tiffane's silken thighs so her mouth was poised inches over the girls dripping pussy. As Jarveena's tongue made contact with Tiffane's clitoris, the young girl's mouth pressed itself to Jarveena's glistening cunt lips.

Both women sighed as they began to pleasure each other. Their lips and tongues alive with the others cunt. Sucking and nibbling, licking and kissing as each of them urged the other higher and higher, closer to sweet release.

Tiffane was the first to climax. Her quivering thighs caressing Jarveena's cheeks as her juices flowed over the older woman's lips and tongue. Her hips thrust, pressing her spasming pussy tighter to Jarveena's mouth as she came, and came, and came.

Feeling Tiffane's orgasm, and tasting Tiffane's sweet nectar, Jarveena was not able to hold back. Her body convulsed as a shattering climax tore through her taught body. Jarveena's come flowed like a river, pouring into Tiffane's hungry mouth as the younger woman licked and swallowed every tangy drop.

As each woman continued to lick and suck the other, their orgasms went on, their juices flowing and their bodies twitching and spasming, until they were both bathed in sweat and their breathing ragged and short. Only then did they roll apart and lay panting on the bed.

"In a way," Jarveena gasped, "I'm glad Garth hasn't been with you yet. I'd hate to think I would be deprived of your sweet pussy."

Tiffane shifted positions to sit by Jarveena. "You will always be welcome to my body, Jarveena, always." The younger girl leaned down and kissed Jarveena's lips. It was a long, lingering, loving kiss.

"WHERE IN THE NINE HELLS IS EVERYBODY?" Garth's voice roared from the common room.

"We're upstairs in Tiffane's room," Jarveena called down. "Come on up."

Both women realized that there would be no point in dressing, the room reeked of sex anyway.

Garth entered the room laden with bundles. As he sniffed the air, he set his burden on the floor and grinned. "I should have known the two of you would be at each other," he laughed. "Well enough of that for now. Here, Tiffane try these for size." He held out a suite of black leather armor.

With Jarveena's help, and her skin being sweat slick, Tiffane was able to get into the skin tight garment. Leather breeches molded to her firm legs and the tunic caressed her torso like a coat of paint.

"Very nice," Jarveena quipped, "but not much in the way of protection."

"I know, woman. I'm getting to that." He pointed to a wrapped bundle. "Try that on."

Tiffane unwrapped the bundle to reveal a shirt of Elvish chain mail. The shimmering metal links moved like liquid silver under Tiffane's touch as she lifted it over her head.

With an almost musical hiss, the mail shirt slid down to drape perfectly over her young body, all the way to mid thigh.

"It feels like I've nothing on!" Tiffane exclaimed. "It weighs nothing!" The girl moved in a series of motions she had seen watching stylized swordplay. "It's amazing!" She flushed, finally spinning in a dancer's pirouette.

"That's the whole purpose of it," Garth said patiently. "Elvish chain is light, all but invulnerable and helps ward you from some spells." Garth sat in the bed. "But there is one more thing." He lifted a long leather wrapped bundle and handed it to Tiffane, "Actually two more things."




Sellsword Ch. 08



Tiffane unwrapped the bundle to reveal a longsword resting in a black scabbard. The pommel of the sword was carved in the shape of a serpents head, the grip black leather bound in silver wire. The scabbard was encased in black leather, also wrapped in silver wire.

Tiffane looked at Garth. "May I draw the sword?" she asked, sensing that it was not mundane in nature.

"Yes," Garth replied. "It's not a Soulcatcher, but both sword and scabbard are enchanted."

He watched as Tiffane slowly drew the sword. 

"The scabbard will warn you of impending danger, the sword will greatly improve your speed in both attack and parry. Both were wrought by Elves and so carry their enchantments."

"It feels so light," Tiffane remarked, "the balance feels so natural." She returned the sword to its scabbard.

Garth stepped back and regarded Tiffane, now clad in Elvish chain with an Elvish longsword at her side. "You look like a warrior now, Tiffane. All you need now are a few daggers to complete things."

Tiffane looked Garth in the eyes, "what I need to be complete is to be in your arms, Garth, sharing your bed as you promised me so long ago."

Garth looked at Jarveena, who smiled and nodded. "You did make that promise, Garth," she said, stepping back to sit in a chair. "I can wait here, or leave," she said, crossing her long legs.

"Please stay, Jarveena," Tiffane pleaded, setting down the sword and lifting the chain mail up.

"Bend all the way forward at the waist," Garth suggested, "then let the weight carry it down your arms and off."

Tiffane did as Garth suggested and the armor slipped to the floor in a glimmering pool. Tiffane unbuckled her leathers and was soon standing before Garth, in all her naked glory.

The sellsword let his gaze move over Tiffane's perfect body, drinking in her beautiful face, her proud breasts, her rounded hips, the dark triangle of fine pubic hair that lay at the apex of her firm young thighs. "I had almost forgotten just how beautiful you are," Garth stated, unbuckling his armor as Tiffane helped him.

In moments they were both naked and on the large bed. 

Jarveena's fingers moved to her own cunt as she watched Garth move between Tiffane's welcoming thighs.

With a gentleness belied by his massive body, Garth bent to bring his mouth to the soft, dark hair covering Tiffane's young pussy. With a soft breath, he parted the downy hair as his tongue moved to lick Tiffane's swelling lips with a feather like lightness.

Tiffane gasped, then sighed as Garth's tongue lightly moved from the bottom of her slit, to the top, there flicking over the swelling nib of her clitoris. 

Garth could feel Tiffane's cunt lips swelling as his tongue moved up and down, licking, then probing, then licking again.

Moaning in pleasure, Tiffane held out her hand, "Jarveena," she gasped, "please come to me."

Jarveena joined them on the bed, lowering her lips to Tiffane's heaving breasts. Her lips capturing one of the young girl's nipples and suckling on it as her tongue flicked over the swelling flesh.

Between the two mouths pleasuring her, Tiffane was not long in reaching a climax. Her juices flowing over Garth's hungry mouth as her thighs quivered.

Garth moved his bulk upward until the head of his huge cock rested in the wet vestibule of Tiffane's pussy.

"Yes, Garth, please, fill me with it, fill me now," Tiffane urged, her legs wrapping about Garth's torso, her heels pounding on his hard ass.

Slowly, again with an unexpected gentleness, Garth slid his rigid cock into Tiffane's tight, wet pussy. As his hard on moved slowly into Tiffane, Garth could feel her inner muscles as they gripped and caressed his mighty cock. Rocking his hips slowly, the sellsword began moving his cock in and out, in long, slow strokes.

Jarveena shifted her position, putting her head beneath Garth so she could lick his pistoning shaft as it moved in and out of Tiffane's stretched pussy. In this position she could also probe Tiffane's tightly puckered ass with the tip of her tongue.

Garth groaned as he felt Jarveena licking his cock, then his swinging balls.

Tiffane moaned as Jarveena's tongue delved into her tight ass.

Garth felt Tiffane's pussy tightening as her swollen lips clutched his driving cock. The vice like grip of her cunt held his massive organ as it moved in and out of her. 

Tiffane was soaring close to the brink as Garth filled her young cunt and Jarveena teased her ass. When Jarveena's finger replaced her tongue, it sent Tiffane over the edge and her body convulsed in a shattering orgasm.

As Tiffane's juices flowed, Jarveena hungrily lapped up all that spilled from Tiffane's tight pussy.

Garth felt his balls filling, growing taught as he approached his own climax. He speeded up his movement, pounding his cock into Tiffane's willing cunt harder and faster as the young woman urged him on.

The sellsword's body tensed, his powerful muscles flexing as his cock erupted, sending his hot seed pouring into Tiffane'' eagerly waiting body.

As Garth's semen shot into her, Tiffane came, yet again, her come mingling with Garth's to flood her cunt and overflow down the crease of her ass, where Jarveena hungrily licked up every drop.

As their orgasms ebbed, Garth's cock began to deflate, as he withdrew it from Tiffane's reluctant clutch, Jarveena moved her mouth to suck the mingled elixir of the two lovers from Tiffane's pussy, savoring it like a fine wine.

"I'd almost forgotten how it felt," Tiffane said in a soft, tearful voice, "to have someone make love to me. Someone that loved me, someone that I loved." Her arms embraced Garth and Jarveena. "I am so fortunate to have two people that I love, and that love me."

"Tiffane," Jarveena said, "you know that I love you, but I belong to Garth. I love him above all."

"I know that, Jarveena. But you seem willing to share him with me, and share in my love for the two of you." Tiffane cast a wicked glance at Garth. "We both know that Garth likes having us both as lovers."

Jarveena and Tiffane laughed.

"You sound like a pair of magpies, cackling like that," Garth said in the gruffest voice he could manage. "But if Tiffane is to make use of the weapons and armor I've brought her, she will need training."

"Will you not train me, Garth?" Tiffane asked.

"Nay, girl. You need training in a finer sort of sword work than I am versed in. My style is to hack and slash. The longsword requires a much more delicate technique." Garth looked over at Jarveena, "I've sent word to Hawk asking if he and Gillian can come here to give Tiffane some training. By the way, how do things progress with the bow?"

"The bow Tiffane uses is mundane, but her skill increases daily. She will soon be as good as Hawk, or Gillian," Jarveena looked over at Tiffane and smiled. "It's the truth, you are progressing better than I had expected."

Jarveena inspected the longsword Garth had given Tiffane. She noted the runes that adorned the hilt and the length of the blade. "You've been in touch with Robyn and Gavin as well." It was a statement, not a question.

"Aye, how did you know?" Garth asked, ignoring Tiffane's puzzled look.

"The fabrication is Elvish, but the runes are Stygian," Jarveena shrugged. "Even a stupid wench like me can figure that out."

"Who are these people? Hawk, Gillian, Gavin, Robyn?" Tiffane was confused.

"They are comrades in arms, men and women with whom Jarveena and I have faced death. We trust them with our lives as they have trusted us with theirs," Garth's answer satisfied Tiffane.

"Then I shall trust them with my life as well," Tiffane lifted her chin proudly.

"You look and sound like the Duchess of Jinesta," Jarveena announced. "And that's a good thing, since you will soon assume that title, if the Mercenary Guild of Kal-sorak has a say in the matter."

The expression on Tiffane's face changed to one of concern, and sadness. "The Duke will have to die for that to happen."

Garth's voice was hard, "he will die, Tiffane, by your hand or mine, he will die."

"WHO DO I HAVE TO FIGHT TO GET A DRINK AROUND HERE?" a voice shouted from the common room.

"We have customers," Jarveena said, pulling her leather pants on and slipping into her tunic.

Hawk had the barkeep confused as he went around the bar and drew two jacks of the best ale. "I guess it's self service today," he laughed as Jarveena entered the common room, still lacing up her tunic.

"HAWK!" she shouted, "GILLIAN! Garth said he asked you to come." She ran to the elf and threw her arms around him, then embraced Gillian. "It's been too long. How are things at the Longsword?"

"Business is good, but we couldn't ignore Garth's invitation," Hawk said. "Speaking of the big ox, where is he?"

"Right here, you Elvish horse thief," Garth stood at the top of the stairs with Tiffane at his side. "And here is your pupil, Tiffane of Jinesta."

Introductions were made, then Garth laid out his plan for Tiffane's training and the raising of a mercenary troop to take the Duchy and install Tiffane as the Duchess.

"What about Dargeth?" Hawk asked, "will he be with us?"

"Alas, Dargeth fell to the Avatar of Set," Garth's face showed his sadness. "But he died as he would have wanted, axe in hand, fighting to the last." 

The two comrades tilted their ale jacks, spilling some on the floor, then raised them in the traditional toast; "Absent Companions," they spoke, then drank.

The sellsword's face brightened some, "but Rand, son of Clinch will be with us, and I've invited Gavin to join in the fun."

Jarveena looked at Garth, this was the first she'd heard that she might see Gavin again. "What of Robyn? Will she be with us as well?" Jarveena couldn't help but recall the times she and Robyn had enjoyed each other. In her mind, she, once more, felt the thrill of the Elvish Princess' touch on her breasts. Warm, light, gentle and oh so exciting.

"I don't know about Robyn, she has their son, Peregrine, to care for. He's a strapping half-elf that looks more like Robyn than Gavin."

"Thank the GODS!" Hawk laughed, lifting his ale. "To Peregrine, son of Gavin and Robyn, long life and glory."

"Long life and glory!" the others repeated, downing their ale.

"So," Hawk said, "this is the young lady we are to school in the art of the longsword." He turned to Tiffane, "have you your weapon at hand?"

"It's upstairs," the girl responded, "I'll go fetch it."

"She's a pretty thing, Garth," Hawk said in a low voice.

"Get no ideas, Hawk," Gillian warned with a grin, "lest I perform some longsword surgery on you. Besides, from the way she looks at Garth and Jarveena, I'd judge she's already spoken for."

When Tiffane returned with the sword, Hawk inspected it and was impressed. "Elvish crafted and Stygian enchanted. That's such an unlikely combination," he grinned. "But it's light and the balance is perfect." He sliced the air with a few quick moves. "Yes, perfect balance and a blade of prefect temper and edge." Hawk returned the sword to its scabbard and handed it back to Tiffane. "This is a sword that will help you learn."

"What nature of troop did you have in mind, Garth?" Gillian asked in a businesslike manner.

"I've not yet formulated a strategy," Garth admitted. "We can't raise a very large force, there's not enough time, and word would get back to Jinesta."

The others agreed.

"A small, highly motivated force is needed." A Stygian accented voice stated from a dark corner of the room.

"One adept at stealth as well as magic," said a soft, very female voice from the opposite corner.

"Gavin! Robyn!" Jarveena smiled, "you're here!"

Tiffane looked at Gavin as he stepped from the shadows. She gasped at his scared face, then remembered what Garth and Jarveena had told her about their origin and Gavin's great courage. Tiffane curtsied as she greeted the pair. "Master Gavin, Princess Robyn, I am your humble servant."

Robyn lifted Tiffane to stand upright. "Tiffane, True Duchess of Jinesta, we greet you as equals and as comrades in arms. Ours is the common cause of just revenge." Robyn embraced Tiffane, kissing the girl on both cheeks. The Elvish beauty stepped back and looked Tiffane over. "I recognize the cut of your leathers, as I recognize the craftsmanship of your sword."

"My eternal gratitude, Princess, for your timely gifts. And to you Master Gavin, for your magics." Tiffane bowed to each of them.

"Enough of these courtly manners," Garth's gruff voice carried a note of good cheer. "We need a jack, or ten, of good ale to welcome old comrades."

The group continued drinking and talking until almost dawn.

When Jarveena, Garth and Tiffane reached their room, Jarveena lay back on the bed and was asleep in minutes. 

Stretching out on the bed, Tiffane rested her head on Garth's chest as he stroked her soft hair.

"You've grown to a fine young woman," the sellsword said in a softer voice than usual. "When I last saw you, you were still so young. Hardly more than a teenager, now you are mature, wise beyond your years, and stronger in will than many a man I know. Is it any wonder that Jarveena and I both love you?"

"Then let me pleasure you, Garth, my love," Tiffane whispered, her hand moving slowly down Garth's muscled torso until she held his semi-hard cock in her small hand.

Garth sighed as Tiffane began stroking his quickly stiffening cock. 

"Since my father's betrayal," Tiffane said sadly, "I've had to live by my wits." A sob choked her voice, "at times I had to sell my body to survive. But I never stopped loving you, Garth." Tiffane captured Garth's cock head in her sweet mouth and sucked it into her throat.

Garth moaned as he felt Tiffane's soft lips slide down his throbbing shaft until the bulbous head was lodged in her tight throat.

She began moving her head up and down, letting her lips caress Garth's thick shaft as her fingers fondled his heavy balls.

Garth urged Tiffane to straddle his face and the girl moved to bring her young pussy over Garth's waiting mouth.

Strong hands gripped Tiffane's firm ass and pulled her hips down until she could feel Garth's tongue flicking over her tender clitoris. A moan escaped Tiffane's lips as Garth sucked her clit into his mouth and gently nibbled on it.

Garth spread Tiffane's ass cheeks and lightly stroked her puckered rosebud as his mouth moved over her dripping cunt. He moved his attention to her ass and probed that tight hole with his tongue.

Tiffane's body trembled as she felt Garth's tongue at her anus, and she lifted her lips from his cock and began to return his service. Tiffane's tongue flicked over Garth's hairy balls then moved to his ass crack. Her soft hands pulled Garth's hard cheeks apart. With gusto, Tiffane started rimming Garth's ass, sending shivers of pleasure through the big sellswords body.

Garth's fingers probed Tiffane's pussy as his tongue continued to lick her ass, sending her into a frenzied orgasm.

The young girl's body convulsed, her every muscle trembling as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over her.


Garth lifted Tiffane's slim body as if she weighed nothing, "ride my cock," he said hoarsely, moving Tiffane so her cunt was now poised over his raging hard on.

"Yes, my love, oh yes," Tiffane moaned, slowly impaling herself on Garth's mighty cock.

Garth moaned as he felt Tiffane's swelling cunt lips ‘kissing' their way down his rigid cock, the wet heat of her pussy caressing the shaft as the dark head drove deeper into the velvet grip of her body.

Tiffane leaned forward, lowering her firm young breasts to Garth's lips.

He accepted the offering and began sucking on Tiffane's erect nipples as a babe would suckle his mother's teat.

Their bodies moved in a slow, steady rhythm. Garth's cock sliding in and out of Tiffane's tight, young pussy, as she flexed her inner muscles, clutching and caressing the massive organ that filled her with such pleasure.

Tiffane's body spasmed as her second orgasm engulfed her.

Garth could feel Tiffane's body tense, her pussy clutching him tighter as her juices washed over his pumping shaft.

The room was filled with the wet sounds of bodies coming together, of a wet, cock filled pussy, of ragged breath and sexual moans. The air was rich with the mingled aroma of sweat and the elixir that flowed from Tiffane's young pussy.

Garth felt his own climax approaching. His balls filled and heavy, ached for release. His strokes became faster and longer. His cock drove deeper and deeper into Tiffane's eager pussy until the massive head bumped the mouth of her womb.

Tiffane felt Garth's approaching climax, "let me drink your seed," she said, slipping from Garth's cock to kneel between his legs.

Tiffane took Garth's cock into her mouth and sucked it back into her throat. One hand caressed Garth's balls, the other her own clitoris. 

Under Tiffane's skilled ministration, Garth's orgasm was not far off. His balls tightened as his cock erupted, sending his pearly semen pouring into Tiffane's waiting throat. The feeling of Tiffane swallowing his cock and his cum drove Garth to an even greater climax than he was used to. His cock pulsed and throbbed for what seemed forever.

Tiffane lifted her mouth from this spraying fountain of semen and began to rub the erupting head over her warm, heaving tits, ‘painting' around her taught nipples until the flow of Garth's seed finally ebbed.

"By the GODS, woman!" Garth said, "I've never spent like that before." 

Tiffane just smiled and bent to the task of licking up the residue of their lovemaking. Her tongue lightly flicking over Garth's flagging cock, gathering up their juices. Her small hands moved over her breasts, gathering up the thick fluid that Garth's cock left there. Her eyes never leaving Garth's, Tiffane licked every drop of Garth's cum from her fingers.

Garth drew Tiffane to him and their mouths met in a deep, lingering kiss. Garth tasted their elixir on Tiffane's lips and tongue as they shared their life's breath.

"I love you, Garth," Tiffane whispered, "I have since I first saw you."

"And I you, Tiffane, but there is no future for us." Garth's voice was tender. "Your destiny is to be the Duchess of Jinesta. My destiny is to put you on that throne."

"But you could be my consort. . ." Tiffane protested. Her fingers gently caressing Garth's limp cock.

"Your people would never accept me as anything but a sellsword, and opportunist. No, my love, your consort need be of blood royal."

"But after finding you again, I can't think of losing you once more," tears formed in Tiffane's eyes as her hand began moving up and down the sellsword's awakening shaft.

"I will always love you, Tiffane. And I will never refuse an invitation to share your bed, you know that, as you know exactly what you're doing to my cock," Garth leaned down and kissed Tiffane's breasts.

"Do you remember when you first entered me?" Tiffane asked with a sigh.

Garth lifted his lips from Tiffane's breast, "how could I forget the tight furnace of your sweet ass?"

"I want you to fuck my ass again, Garth." Her voice was filled with lust. "Fuck it hard and without mercy."

These words caused Garth's cock to stiffen completely. Fond memories of Tiffane's tight young ass filled his mind as he probed the girl's pussy with his hand, gathering her flowing juices to lubricate his massive organ.

Tiffane moved onto her knees and leaned forward, her hands spreading the cheeks of her ass, presenting her tiny rosebud to her lover's gaze.

Shuffling onto his knees, Garth rested his bulbous cock head against Tiffane's puckered anus. Slowly, tenderly, he thrust his cock into the tight ring of muscle.

Tiffane relaxed her body and allowed her sphincter to accept Garth's cock.

The big sellsword could feel the tightness grip his cock as it slid slowly into Tiffane's welcoming ass.




Sellsword Ch. 08



With a moan, Tiffane accepted Garth's full length in her body and began to move.

Garth held Tiffane's ass cheeks as he started thrusting into her.

"Harder," Tiffane urged, "ram it into me."

Garth accepted the challenge and began fucking the girl's sweet ass with long, hard, fast strokes. His massive balls slapping against her we cunt as he drove his cock deep into her bowels.

Tiffane thrust her hips back, taking Garth's cock eagerly as she felt his hand move to her throbbing clit. Her body shuddered as she felt another orgasm building deep inside her. She let her fingers join Garth's as they both stimulated her swollen clit and dripping cunt.

Garth's tight balls felt like they would burst as he pounded his cock into Tiffane's incredibly tight ass. He moved his free hand to the girl's swinging breasts, fondling her erect nipples, feeling the slick sweat that dripped from her heated flesh.

Tiffane buried her face in the bed clothes to muffle her scream of ecstasy. Her body was consumed by the fire of her orgasm. Every muscle and nerve responded to the shattering climax she that exploded within her. Her swollen cunt lips contracted around Garth's probing fingers as her juices flowed like a river.

Garth was unable to hold back. His massive balls, full and tight, ached for release. 

The sellsword's body convulsed as his raging cock erupted into Tiffane's waiting bowels. He threw his head back and announced his climax with an animal roar as his pulsating cock sent spurt after spurt of his ropy semen flowing into Tiffane's ass, until his balls were milked dry.

The lovers collapsed onto the bed, their bodies drenched in sweat.

Garth's cock deflated and Tiffane, reluctantly, let it slip from her ass. Garth's semen dripped from the tight orifice in a pearly dribble.

Tiffane reached between her legs and gathered Garth's cum on her fingers, then brought it to her lips and savored it.

"I can't let this nectar go to waste," she said as she bent her head to lick Garth's cock clean.

"I'm glad I'm not the jealous type," Jarveena said from the foot of the bed, "you two looked good together."

Garth studied his woman's face, but saw neither anger nor jealousy in her eyes, just heat and excitement.

"We need to be up and about too early for me to partake of either of you tonight," Jarveena's eyes smoldered, "but you may be sure I'll collect tomorrow." Her smile was loving as she curled herself up against Garth and Tiffane.

The three of them drifted off into a deep slumber.

Tiffane's longsword training began the next morning.

Her natural grace and dexterity lent themselves to her quick learning of the basic technique.

"You're an apt pupil, Tiffane," Hawk complimented as they sheathed their swords. "I'd like to see you work with an unenchanted blade later."

After a light lunch, and archery practice, Hawk and Tiffane squared off in the lengthening shadows to continue with the longsword.

"Tiffane was schooled in dance from the time she could walk," Jarveena whispered to Garth. "That should stand her in good stead."

Impressed with the grace and nimbleness of her movements, Garth watched as Tiffane whirled and leapt, avoiding Hawk's thrusts and slashes. Occasionally Tiffane would parry Hawk with her blade, then drive quickly in with a thrusting attack.

Some Hawk parried, some he did not.

"Enough!" Hawk cried, leaping back from contact. "Tiffane, you've no need of teaching, just practice." He swept his sword blade out in salute as he bowed to Tiffane as the victor. "The longsword is a weapon of finesse and technique as opposed to strength," Hawk said, wiping sweat from his brow. "Your finesse is near perfect, you now need to develop a technique that's all your own. It should contain guile and deception, feint and misdirection." Hawk sheathed his sword, "that's what I meant about practice, and that is what we'll work on in the morning."

After supper and a few jacks of ale, the group was ready to retire for the night.

"I'll give you and Tiffane some privacy tonight," Jarveena said, kissing Garth then turning toward Gavin and Robyn. "Robyn and Gavin have asked me to join them tonight."

In their room, Gavin sat quietly, watching the two beauties that stood before him.

Slowly, moving to music that only they heard, the two women began to undress each other. Delicate movements unfastened a bodice; unlaced breeches; released bound hair.

Garments of silk and leather slid softly to the floor until Gavin was presented with the sight of two of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, completely naked and caressing each other.

Robyn gently teased Jarveena's rapidly stiffening nipples, as Jarveena reciprocated by probing Robyn's wet pussy with her fingers.

Gavin untied his robes as he sat watching. Freed, his rigid cock sprang into view. He began to stroke it.

Jarveena sighed softly as Robyn bent her head and began licking and sucking Jarveena's nipples.

Robyn's pussy juices flowed as Jarveena's fingers found and tormented her swelling clitoris.

Slowly the women fell into the bed, each with her head between the others smooth thighs.

Gavin groaned as he watched them begin to orally pleasure each other.

The two women were lost in their pleasure. The faces glistened from the others nectar. Tongues flicked and lapped at swollen cunt lips. Mouths sucked at throbbing clitorii. Noses inhaled the rich perfume of blazing passion that rose from their steaming cunts.

Jarveena was the first to climax. She cried her pleasure into the night as her muscles flexed and relaxed around Robyn's head. Her juices flowed into Robyn's mouth like a river at flood.

The Elvish Princess devoured every drop.

Robyn's orgasm was no less shattering. Every muscle in her body convulsed as her cunt spasmed on Jarveena's still eager mouth, flowing over Jarveena's tongue to be savored like wine.

Gavin could restrain himself no more. Letting his robe fall to the floor, he rose and went to the bed.

Both women reached up and pulled him down onto the bed, their mouths moving to the Stygians rigid cock.

Two tongues laved their way up and down the stiff shaft, one moving to his swelling balls, the other to the dark head.

Robyn's lips trapped Gavin's cock head, sucking it into her sweet mouth, while Jarveena sucked Gavin's balls into hers.

The wizard moaned and laid back as the two women pleasured him.

Jarveena's fingers found Robyn's dripping pussy, as Robyn found Gavin's anus.

Gavin gasped as Robyn probed his asshole with her slender finger, even as her pussy spasmed at Jarveena's touch.

Robyn lifted her mouth from Gavin's cock, "Fuck him, Jarveena," she moaned, "let me lick his balls while his cock pounds into you."

The women changed positions quickly. Jarveena straddled Gavin's hips, her steaming cunt poised over the head of his hard cock.

Robyn began licking Gavin's balls as Jarveena slowly lowered herself onto Gavin, impaling herself on his waiting prick.

Gavin could feel Jarveena's skilled inner muscles flex as they clutched him, her swollen cunt lips "kissing" their way down his shaft until he was fully inside her. 

"By the gods!" The Stygian gasped, "you are tight." He felt the vice like grip of her cunt all along his buried shaft. He reached up and took Jarveena's firm breasts in his hands and began kneading them.

Robyn licked and sucked Gavin's balls as she fondled her own clitoris, her fingers moving quickly in and out of her sodden cunt.

Jarveena moaned as she felt Gavin's cock pounding her hungry pussy.

Both women were more than ready to climax, and Gavin (using magic) was holding himself back.

Jarveena's cunt contracted around Gavin's driving cock as Robyn's fingers brought forth her own orgasm. Both women came with torrents of their juices flowing as their bodies convulsed and their cunts spasmed.

As their orgasms ebbed, the women changed positions again.

Robyn straddled Gavin's hips, her back to him as she settled his stiff cock against the tightly puckered rosebud of her ass.

"I want you in my ass, my love," The Elvish Princess moaned, "and I want you to lick my pussy," she said to Jarveena.

Jarveena took Gavin's cock in her hand and guided it to Robyn's waiting ass. Dipping her fingers in Robyn's dripping cunt, Jarveena rubbed the slick juices over Gavin's cock head, then repeated this in and around Robyn's puckered sphincter.

Gavin, Jarveena still guiding his cock, pressed himself into Robyn's ass. The tightness of her sphincter resisted him for a moment before Robyn was able to relax her muscle and allow the dark cock head to pop inside the tight ring of her anus.

As Gavin began to slowly move his cock, Jarveena pressed her lips to Robyn's pussy. Sucking Robyn's clitoris into her mouth, Jarveena started to nibble on the throbbing nib of flesh, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through Robyn's body.

"YES!" Robyn moaned, "YES! Fuck me, Gavin, fuck my ass!"

The wizard responded by pounding his rigid cock into the Elvish Princess' ass harder and faster. Sweat began to bead on the Stygian's scarred brow as he reached up and grabbed Robyn's quivering breasts.

Jarveena probed Robyn's cunt with her tongue as she slid her hand between her own legs and began to finger her hungry cunt.

The room was filled with the moans of the three lovers and the wet sounds of their fucking. The air was heavy with the perfume of their combined passion.

Jarveena began to stroke Gavin's swelling balls with her free hand as he thrust his cock into Robyn's ass.

It wasn't long before all of them were on the brink.

Gavin's balls were full and tight, aching for release.

Robyn could feel her climax building deep inside, rapidly approaching the boiling point.

Jarveena's cunt juices were flowing like a river, washing over her quickly moving hand as she felt her own muscles tighten like a bow string.

Robyn screamed out her ecstasy as her orgasm exploded, sending her body into spasms and causing her juices to pour into Jarveena's waiting mouth.

Jarveena pressed her lips tightly to Robyn's pussy as her own climax engulfed her. She drank down Robyn's juices as she thrust her fingers into her own, convulsing, cunt. Jarveena came with a shattering climax.

As an animal roar escaped Gavin's lips, his cock erupted into Robyn's ass, sending his seed deep into her bowels. He felt Robyn's sphincter clutching him as she milked his pulsating cock dry.

As Gavin's cock deflated, it slipped from Robyn's ass.

The women's orgasms ebbed and they began to lick the nectar of their fucking from each others body, then turned to lick Gavin's cock and balls clean.

Robyn and Jarveena savored each drop of sweat, each ribbon of semen, each puddle of pussy fluid as they devoured the precious elixir of their bodies.

Their task done, the two women curled into Gavin's arms and the three of them slept deeply.

Down the hall, in Garth's bedroom, Tiffane giggled softly as she listened to the sounds of the three lovers and the sound of Garth snoring. She too would sleep soundly, Garth's soft cock in her mouth, and her fingers buried in her wet, young cunt.

The Sun was well up by the time the group was assembled in the common room. All of them looked the worse for wear when a young man walked cheerfully into the inn.

"Good morning, my friends, how are you this fine morning?"

"Rand," Garth snarled, "being THAT fucking cheerful, THIS fucking early, could get you killed."

"Tiffane, this splendid young man is Rand," Jarveena made the introductions, "Rand, may I present Tiffane, Rightful Duchess of Jinesta."

Rand bowed from the waist and kissed Tiffane's hand. "Your humble servant," Rand said, standing erect once more. "If you will excuse me, M'lady, I have business with Garth," Rand backed away.

Tiffane turned to Jarveena, "That's a handsome young man. Have you ever. . . ah. . .?" She hesitated.

"No," Jarveena whispered, understanding her friend's question, "but I wager he'd be an enjoyable fuck. Are you interested?"

"I'm devoted to Garth, I'd think myself disloyal if I bedded another man," Tiffane said in a quiet and sincere voice.

"Why shouldn't Garth love two women?" Jarveena asked herself. "I love two men. . . even if one is a spirit."

"Gather round, comrades, we have a plan," Garth announced, unrolling a map on the large center table.

"These are the roads between here," he drove a dagger into a place on the map, "Kal-sorak, and Jinesta, here." A second dagger was driven home. "It should take a fortnight to reach there, travelling only during the day."

"Why only by daylight?" Jarveena asked.

Garth smiled, "because we will be posing as a caravan, a small one, but a caravan none the less. This will get us to the gates of the city."

"The Duke may have increased security," Tiffane suggested. "How will those of use he knows, get inside?"

"A small glamour," Gavin interjected, "can change a person's appearance dramatically." The wizard uttered some words and made a gesture with his hand. 

The group gasped, then laughed as Rand took on the appearance, and size, of an Orc.

With another gesture from Gavin, Rand returned to his true appearance, none the worse for wear.

"It is a form of illusion that will remain in effect until dispelled, or until the death of the illusionist," Gavin explained. "I need not concentrate on maintaining the spell. I will disguise Garth and Tiffane, Robyn will disguise Jarveena." The Stygian looked at his comrades, "they are the only ones the Duke has seen, am I correct?"

Garth nodded, then continued his briefing. "Gavin will remain outside the gates with Rand and one wagon, which will have broken and axle. This wagon will have a small catapult and a number of the fire flasks that Rand and Dargeth used against the avatar."

Garth looked at his comrades who followed his every word, then unrolled a second map, this one of the city of Jinesta.

"We can thank Tiffane for this map," Garth smiled. "Not bad from memory."

His large finger traced a route from the north gate to the Duke's keep. "This is the most direct route, but we cannot take full advantage of it." Garth paused. "We will drive our wagons to the caravansary located here. Along the way, Tiffane, Jarveena, Hawk and myself will drop off and head toward the keep." He looked at Gavin, "would you take it from there?"

"At a time to be determined, Rand and I will let loose with a bombardment of fire flasks, which I will augment with a phantasm of ten such bombardments. This should draw the guard from the center of the city, and the keep, to the wall." Gavin paused and nodded to Garth.

"The caravansary gives a good view of the main route to the gate," Garth said, "and allows easy access to that route. When you see the guard pass, heading toward the gate, drive your wagons to the main route and block it. Take the horses out of the way and torch the wagons. Gavin and Robyn, when you see the smoke, dispel the glamour."

"What damage will an illusion do?" Gillian asked.

"A phantasm differs from a simple illusion." Gavin explained. "An illusion, even if believed, can do no damage. A phantasm, if believed, is as lethal as the actual thing. If you believed a phantasm of a huge stone falling on you, you would be crushed."

"A handy bit of sorcery when you're outnumbered," Gillian smiled.

"It's unlikely that the Duke will be left unguarded," Tiffane offered. "At least his personal bodyguard will remain with him. They number a score, including the captain, and are normally armed with crossbows." Tiffane considered for a moment, then added, "during the ‘peasant uprising' the Duke would remain in his office rather than in the audience chamber. It's a smaller room with but one door in and one out." Tiffane went on, "easily defended, but I've heard the guards complain that it's too small for full use of the crossbow. Something about them being too bunched up."

"You need more than just the four of you," Rand stated flatly, "or your attack has little chance."

"I will be affixing spells to some of the arrows," Gavin put in. "Nothing major, just simple fire and lightning spells. The lightning can blast open a door, and three fire arrows into a small room. . . well, I wouldn't want to be in that room, no matter how many my numbers were."

"Alright then," Garth said, getting to his feet, "we have five wagons. Rand, engage four drivers, reliable men and pay them well. Gavin, you and Robyn might as well get to work on any majiks we'll need. Hawk, you and Gillian continue to work with Tiffane and the longsword. Jarveena, get word to Topaz that we'll need four wagon loads of ale. Most of it can be dragon piss, but I'll need a keg or two of good stuff. We also need a wagon load of empty kegs. We leave for Jinesta in three days."




"FOUR?" Topaz cried, "has your man gone MAD?" The former barmaid stood up and paced. "I have a few kegs of stale brew that I can use. . . the rest will need to be my good ale." She turned to her former boss, "Jarveena, this is not going to be cheap."

"This is too important to bargain over, Topaz, let Garth know how much and we'll get payment to you," Jarveena smiled. "Now that business has been taken care of," Jarveena leaned back, "how's your love life been?" 

Topaz laughed, "what love life? That blockhead Rand doesn't seem to know I'm even alive. I've done everything but rape him."

"So rape him," Jarveena said, "he's going to be spending a lot of time at the inn until we leave."

"Look," Topaz said, leaning against her table, "I can drive a wagon as well as anyone Rand is going to hire. Why can't I go on this little expedition?" A sly grin formed on Topaz' lips, "that would give me a fortnight to either seduce, rape, or kill him. Beside that," the young woman continued, "I can consider joining you as payment in full for the cargo."

At the inn, Topaz approached Garth with her request. To Jarveena's surprise, Garth liked the idea. "She can drive the catapult wagon. That way she won't enter the city."

Rand, however, took some convincing, but he was won over when Garth simply told him that he had made the decision, and it was final.

The next days passed in a flurry of activity until it was dusk on the day before departure.

"Tiffane," Hawk began, "is a very beautiful young woman." He made this comment as he was caressing Gillian's firm thighs.

"Yes she is," Gillian murmured, "but she's Garth's woman. . . and Jarveena's I guess." He hand moved to Hawks swelling cock. "You piece of shit!" she laughed, "you're getting hard thinking about that young tart." 

Her grip on Hawk's cock tightened until he felt the pain.

"I should rip it out by the root," Gillian snarled. "Or bite it off," she laughed as she quickly bent down and captured Hawk's cock head between her teeth.

Hawk exhaled in relief when he felt Gillian's lips slide down the length of his shaft until the bulbous head was lodged in her throat. His fear of being ‘unmanned' replaced by the pleasure of feeling Gillian swallowing his cock.

As her head moved up and down, Gillian shifted her position to bring her wet pussy within inches of Hawks face. She released Hawk's cock for a brief moment, "you'd best be ready to eat my pussy, and I mean eat it right." Her mouth once more captured Hawk's cock.

Not wanting to anger Gillian further, and always liking the taste of her pussy anyway, Hawk grabbed Gillian's ass cheeks and pulled her hot, wet cunt to his mouth. To his delight, Hawk found her pussy already hot and wet. His tongue flicked over her throbbing clit as he lapped up her flowing juices.

Gillian moaned in pleasure as Hawk's mouth moved over her steaming cunt, sucking on her swollen lips, delving into her hungry hole and tormenting her clitoris.

Hawk moved his hands over Gillian's firm ass, spreading her cheeks and probing her tight asshole with his finger.