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Company of Lust Ch. 01

By: Lobotron



The first thing I heard when I come close to the hot springs was the sound of a girl laughing. 

Now, I was formerly known to be somewhat bashful around womenfolks, but that was back when I was a boy. Now, fresh off my grand tour of the mountains, I was a man.

I climbed off my old mule and tied him to a tree and eased up over the rocks around back of the pools. It wasn't like we owned the springs or anything, but this was generally thought of us Akens' territory, and the way us mountain clans had a way of raiding each other, you sort of got used to being wary of strangers. 

And the girls in the pool was strangers to me. There was two of them, both young and blonde and bare-assed naked. I figured them for sisters right off, on account of between the two of them they had the two finest sets of tits I had ever seen, and their long, beautiful legs was similarly topped off by yellow triangles of fine, silky hair.

I felt my prong stiffen against my leather war-kilt, and I stood taller for a better look. 

One of the girls saw me, and she stood up in the water, her fine, firm tits glistening wetly in the morning sun. "Why look there, Glory," She said, pointing up at me. "It's one of those bear-men we've been hearing about."

The other girl turned and looked at me, and those two were so much alike they could have been peas from the same pod. She frowned. "Are you a bear-man, mister?" 

I shifted uneasily and removed the massive cloak that I typically wore when it was coolish. "I aint no bear-man. I got that cloak from a bear I kilt with my bare hands. There's nary a tear in the whole hide."

The girls laughed, and I could feel my face turn red. "They must grow awful puny bears up hereabouts, then." The girl called Glory said. "Hey Ellie- you think he's bigger than Pa?"

Ellie squinted. "Hard to say from here. Why don't you come on down a little closer, Bear-Killer. Is that what they call you?"

I hopped down a couple of rocks to the waters edge to buy myself time to compose a witty reply. "Nope." Says I. "My name is Braken. This here is my pool you're in."

"Why, he must be one of those Akens' boys we've been hearing so much about, Ellie." Glory said, wading closer. The water pooling up between those glorious globes was some kind of distracting, but I kept my attention on the conversation at hand. "Braken Akens. That's quite a handle."

I shrugged in what I hoped was a clever fashion. 

Ellie was leaning back against a rock, idly kicking her legs, which served to give me little glimpses of pink. A lesser man might have stumbled and fell right in, but I caught myself and leaned nonchalantly against the rock like I'd meant to do that all along. "So this is your pool, is it?" She asked sweetly. "Does that mean you're gonna go and punish us for being in it?" 

I swallowed, and shifted. My hard-on was growing awful uncomfortable in that damned kilt. 

"So what you got planned for us, Mr. Bear-Killer?" asked Glory. Or maybe it was Ellie. I was starting to get confused. 

"Well," I allowed. "Maybe I'm going to marry you."

The girls guffawed. "Both of us?"

I shrugged. I had married me two girls on my Grand Tour, both just for the one night, on account of I was travelling fast, and their kin was hot on my trail, eager for blood. And I had conquered me a couple of others too, in the heat of battle- so I wasn't no virginal child to be all hoorawed by these two. 

"You think I couldn't? Or I could just go on and conquer the two of you, then. 'Course, then I'd have to take on your kinfolk and all, but there aint a man in the mountains that can stand up to me, with axe or hammer or fist."

Glory- or maybe Ellie- stood up and folded her arms. "You sound pretty sure of yourself for a bare-faced boy who aint even grew a beard yet. What makes you think we'd let you conquer us?"

I bristled. "Why wouldn't you? I can out-fight, out-eat out-drink, and out....fuck....any man from here to the great red river. I'm the best singer, the best dancer, the fastest runner and the handsomest man this side of the flatland desert."

The girls both waded right up near me, scowling. "So says you." Snorted Ellie. "Take off them duds and hop in here so we can get a better look at you. Then we'll decide on if there'll be any conquering goin' on."

I shucked off my belt and tunic and wriggled out of my war-kilt and stood there a minute to give them a good look at the goods. I knew I cut a manly, muscular figure, and my pecker, which stood straight out a-pointing at the clouds, had been universally loved and admired by the girls I had recently married and/or conquered. 

I dove into the pool and came up between the two of them, lifting them both up easily onto a shoulder apiece. 

The girls giggled. "Well, you seem strong enough, for one of these local boys, anyways." Glory said, slipping down to stand next to me. Her hand snaked around my pole and squeezed. "And this surely does feel nice and big. But how do we know you aint gonna just give us a few pokes and then squirt and be done, leaving us in the lurch?"

Ellie slid down behind me, and she ran one hand over my bare hind-quarters, while the other came around to massage the muscles of my chest. "A girl can't be too careful these days." She murmured as she leaned up to nibble on my ear.

Glory stuck her head up behind my head and pulled me down for a kiss. Her hand was twisting over my rod, and I felt Ellie's come down to join her. 

I growled in pleasure, and then they both giggled and walked away, over to the shallow part of the pool. I splashed after them as they hopped out of the pool. 

"First thing we got to figure out is if you know how to treat a woman." Glory said as she shook out a wide, thick blanket. Most of our stuff in the mountains was homespun wool, the color of the sheep it came off of. This blanket was as blue as the sky on a summer day.

She laid back on the blanket and spread her legs wide open. I went to kneel down between her legs with my prong pointed at her honey-pot, but she laughed and pushed it away. "Not so fast, Bear-Killer. I aint decided if I was going to let you conquer me yet."

They both laughed at the puzzled expression on my face. "She wants you to stick your face down there, you hick." Ellie said. 

"What for?" I asked, totally confused. 

Glory pulled herself open for me, and ran a finger up and down her glistening slit. "I want you to lick me up and down here." One finger went up to the hood at the top of her cunt. "And nibble and tongue all over this part here. And poke your tongue inside me now and then."

I frowned. "And then we can get to the conquering?"

"Maybe. If you do a good job."

"Where are you all from, that you have such strange ways of courting?" I asked. 

Ellie laughed and pushed the back of my head down towards my chore. I got down on my elbows and sniffed around a bit, then commenced to work- and as it turns out, I kind of enjoyed it. Glory tasted tangy and sort of delicious, and she started wiggling and moaning almost right off. I was just starting to really begin to get the hang of it when I felt something crawling 'twixt my nether regions, and I yelped and jumped halfway up.

But it was only Ellie on her back down there beneath me, and she reached up and grabbed my flag pole and steered me back down. 

When her lips closed around the head of my pecker, I almost choked. She was doing unto me like I was doing onto Glory. It was most powerful distracting, but if ever I erred so much as to forget what I was doing, Glory would wrap her hands around the back of my head and yank me back down to the task at hand. 

Then all of a sudden Glory started to shake and shudder, and her moans rose up to a fever pitch, and she gushed forth from her honey pot with a little burst of nectar, which I eagerly lapped up. 

She sort of pushed me away a little, and Ellie scrambled up from underneath me to steer me around to a sitting position, whereupon she crouched down over me in much the same position I had been on Glory. This way felt even better, and I was wondering if I was supposed to tell her if I was going to go pop or what, on account of it was coming on fast.

But Ellie seemed to be able to tell, and she slowed down with her bobbing and her sucking, and sort of began just lightly licking on me. 

Meanwhile, Glory had recovered, and was kneeling down next to me pushing her tits in my face. Now this was something I knew a little bit about, and I began to pay my due respects.

Then things started to get a little...weird. Glory pulled me up to my feet, and Ellie just up and hopped onto my pole, and Glory knelt down beneath us and was sort of kissing and licking us both were we was all conjoined.

At this point I wasn't sure if I was conquering them or marrying them or they was conquering me, or what. But I knew this wasn't anything I'd ever heard tell of. And I was damned sure that I liked it. 

We went at it every which way. One time I was mounting Glory like a stallion takes a mare- from behind! And whichever one I was pounding in, the other was getting her honey-pot tended to by either me or the off-girl. I popped off one or two times, but that didn't hardly slow us down at all- in fact, the girls got all squealy and sort of raced each other to gobble it up. And even when I squirted deep up Ellie, Glory took it upon herself to lap all my juice right back out of her. 

I thought maybe this was how they must keep from getting on with child where they come from: our gals just drink some kind of moon-tea.

It was about when I had Glory's legs up over my shoulders and was stroking her real long and strong while Ellie was sitting on her face that I noticed my Pa sitting there atop his big old horse. There was a young boy sitting a pinto pony next to him, and the kid was staring at the girls like he'd been kicked by a mule. Then he sawed on the reins and lit out.

Pa had that look on his face that he gets sometimes, and I knew I was in some kind of trouble. The girls saw what I was looking at, and they both scrambled off me and grabbed up their clothes. I was stuck standing there in my altogether, my pecker starting to wilt.

Pa shook his head slowly, and sighed. "Well, I guess you made it home aright from you wandering." He said.

I nodded, speechless.

"You might have stopped by and said hello to your ma." Pa continued on. 

"I was gonna, Pa." I blurted. "That's why I come by here to clean up. You know how Ma sets store by such things."

"And I see you've met your cousins." Pa kept on. My eyes got big as saucers as I looked at where Glory and Ellie were scampering away on a pair of ponies.

"Them are my...cousins?" I asked, bewildered.

He nodded, and sighed again. "Well, I reckon yore gonna have to take off again, Braken. When your Uncle Gar hears about this- and that tadpole that run off was their little brother, so he's going to- there'll be a calling for blood. And I caint have that."

I gulped. "So I gotta leave? Where am I supposed to go? How long do I gotta be gone?" 

He shook his head. "You got to get clean out of the mountains. Your Uncle Gar can track a cloud across a rainy sky, and he aint got no quit in him. The onliest way to avoid Akens spilling Akens blood is for you to head down to the flatlands."

I nodded. It wasn't no kind of fair, but truth be told, I had been wanting to see more of the world than just these mountains for a good while now. "How long you reckon I need to be gone."

Pa considered. "I would guess about four or five years oughta do it."

And that's how I found myself down on a flatland road, with more than a touch of homesickness. I was amazed at how many people there was this far down. 

I had seen eight people in just the last three days. A few of them run right off when they seen me coming, but I had conversated with a couple of them, enough to know that folks down here had strange notions of how to trade for salt or bacon or such.  

We didn't have much in the way of gold or silver coins up in the mountains, so most of our trading was in bartering, either goods or services.

But the one fella wanted my necklace of bear claws for a measly ham, and the other wanted me to ride along and protect him from "others like me"- as if any mountain folk would come this far down just to rob him. But he was heading in the wrong direction for me. 

So I went along, living off the hardtack and biscuits in my tote bag, and was getting a might touchy about the whole thing, when I heard the ringing of steel on steel from up the way.

I prodded my old mule into a trot, and as we rounded the corner, I saw that the fight was all but over. All that was left was three fella's laughing and yelling as they prodded and poked at another one, who was stumbling around between them. 

The one in the middle was in a bad way. He was wearing a suit of armor that covered him head to toe in steel- more steel than I had ever seen in one place in my whole life. 

But there was blood pouring out of several points of his carcass, and it was taking all he had just to remain standing as the others took turns hacking at him with swords or axes sort of half-heartedly, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Whyn't you boys just finish him off and be done with it?" I said finally, feeling a little disgusted with what I was seeing. 

They jumped near out of their skins. A big fella with a beard that was made into two long points stepped towards me and raised a big Axe. "Mind your own business, you big hillbilly bastard."

I scowled. "Mister, you better put that axe down before I start to get mad."

He sneered, but lowered the axe. 

"Never mind him, Artos." One of the other fellers said, turning back to their prey, which was teetering like a spinning top about to fall. "Let's finish this bitch off."

I scowled further. "You mean that there is a woman you got there?"

The fella called Artos turned away from me, but looked back over his should and called out. "I told you to mind your own business, asshole."

"Well, that about tops it off." Says I, angry now. I slid on down off my mule and grabbed up my hammer and walked over to them.

They saw me coming and fanned out, the big bearded feller with the axe in the middle. I guess they figured to take me from all sides like they was doing with the woman in the armor, but I was having none of it. 

I jumped to my right, and my hammer bashed in that fellers brains just that quick. The guy with the axe raised it up in both hands and rushed at me, but I stepped forward and caught the haft just above his hands as he was bringing it down. 

He snarled like a mountain cat and tried to wrench it away, but I casually ripped it out of his hands and planted my hammer in his chest, sending him flying backwards. 

The last feller came at me poking his sword forward like he was trying to gig a frog, only I stepped to the side and brought the hammer around again, and just like that it was over.

I looked over at the woman in all the armor, and she was down on the ground, lying on her back. She was feebly reaching up to her helmet, and I bent down over her. "You all right, lady?" I asked. 

She mumbled something, but I couldn't tell what it was, so I helped her unhook the strap that went beneath her chin which held her helmet on, and there she was- just as pretty as a picture, with bright green eyes and red hair cut so short it was just barely stubble. 

She was hurt real bad, I could tell. She mumbled something again, and I leaned forward to catch it.

"Fuck me. I need ....I need you to fuck me." She said.

I couldn't have been no more stunned if a tree had fallen on me. What in the world was going on with these flat-landers, I wondered?

Company of Lust Ch. 02



For the first time since I had been chosen by the twice-sexed god, he/she was not the center of my universe. 

Instead, it was pain. Waves of pain that caused my vision to shimmer and narrow to tiny field of vision. 

A face bent down close to mine, and with all my will I focused my vision. A young man, beardless and handsome. 

"You all right, lady?" He asked.

I tried to say something, but all that came out was inarticulate babble.

He removed my half-helm, and gently lowered my head back to the ground. I blinked, and was suddenly able to think again despite the pain, and I sent out a quick prayer of thanks to Eos for that much.

Then the mantra of my order came to me: How do we pray? We fuck. How do we heal? We fuck. How do we honor Eos? We fuck.

I was hurt bad, I knew- blood streamed from sword and axe blows that had rent my armor at the shoulder and in two places in the back. One of those had pierced something inside me: I needed sexual energy immediately or I would die soon, and fail in my holy mission.

"Fuck me," I said. "I need- I need you to fuck me." I said hoarsely. I could see that my words shocked him, and he started to pull away. 

I raised a weak hand to catch his. "My goddess...will heal me." I gasped. "But she can only help me.... while I am... fucking." An over-simplification, to be sure- but there was no time to explain the mysteries of the god/goddess now. 

His brow furrowed. "So....you want me to..." I saw his eyes glance at my steel armor, an impenetrable barrier.

There wasn't time for subtleties. I lifted my arm as high as I could, trembling with the effort. "Cut the straps off and start pulling it open, Keep cutting every strap you see." 

Once he decided he was willing to help, he was quick and efficient, and in just a few moments he was peeling my breast plate away, leaving it attached only by the straps along the left side. 

The armor had its padding built in, so the only thing covering my torso now was my tunic. And with the very last of my strength, I reached up and grabbed his wrist and brought his hand down to cover my tit.

He hesitated a minute then began to gently knead at the flesh. Almost instantly, I felt the flow of power begin. To my surprise, I saw his eyes widen: he felt it as soon as I did. In my previous experience, no layman had ever been aware of the beneficence of Eos unless we specifically allowed it. But there was no time to ponder such things now: I needed to focus on channeling the energy towards healing.

Already the sexual energy was building, beginning to reverse the drain on my body and soul, beginning to revive me. 

He started to use both hands now, and more firmly, and I sighed with pleasure and relief as the pain began to subside, but only marginally. And there was so much damage... He reached up to the neck of my tunic and simply ripped the sturdy, sweat-soaked cloth apart- a feat of no mean strength in itself. The air on my bare flesh felt cool and refreshing, and he dipped his head down and took my left nipple between his lips. 

He kept sucking and nibbling as his hands fumbled at the armor covering my lower body. Before long I felt the brush of cool mountain air against my lower sex, and one of his hands trailed gently from my breast down to my cunt. 

He dallied only briefly at my clit, his big, thick finger probing instead at the length of my pussy lips. He was surprisingly gentle as he dipped a fingertip inside and began softly penetrating me. 

Then he quickly shifted himself down to his hands and knees between my legs. He began to lap and lave at my cunt energetically, and I opened my legs as wide as I could to accommodate him. I lifted my head to look down, and was immediately stuck by the imagery of my arms and legs still incased in steel armor while the long, wild blonde hair of my savior writhed as he worked feverishly at my pussy. 

He was fumbling at his own clothes now, and as I watched he finished fumbling with a wide leather belt and tossed it aside, and then yanked down his studded leather kilt. I gasped as I got a glimpse of his turgid member, which was as prodigious as the rest of him. 

Then its tip was poised at the mouth of my cunt, and I trembled as it pushed inside my wetness, oh so softly. I moaned aloud as he inched it slowly into me: this was what I truly needed. I could feel every cell in my body tingling as the power of Eos flowed through me, healing, replacing, reinvigorating. 

As the blonde giant began to fuck me with a slow, steady pace, I knew for the first time that I was definitely going to survive, and I felt a rush of emotion that translated itself into the divine cycle of orgasm. "Bless you, Eos." I prayed. "I thank you for this pleasure, and offer it back to you in your holy name."

It would be the first of many: the blonde youth was a powerful cocksman. His thrusts began to grow stronger as he felt me start to respond physically. By the third orgasm I was strong enough to wrap my legs around his lower back and urge him on. I began to fumble off my gauntlets, and when my hands were finally free I was able to begin to caress my lover, and pulled him down for a fierce kiss.

I could taste myself on his tongue, and as always that excited me even further. I was strong enough now to cast one of Eos' enhancements, and I silently chanted the cantrip. My lover and I were both suffused with a blue glow, and waves of pure pleasure washed over us.

I heard my lover grunt in surprise and felt his cock twitch inside me. "What the hell was that?" He gasped, and I laughed. 

I reached up and caressed his ear. "Come for me now, my lover." I whispered hoarsely. "Fill me up with your cum, and I will be strong enough to rise."I was almost startled to hear myself say so, but I realized I was right: I had never had to heal so much damage on myself, but I was shocked to find that one fuck-session could repair so much.

I watched him smile with pleasure, then narrow his eyes as he began to pound into me in earnest, faster and harder than I had ever been fucked- and that was saying something for a follower of Eos, where fucking was literally a way of life. 

Every thrust seemed to bring me to another min-climax, and there seemed to be several thrusts every second: I couldn't catch my breath, I couldn't think, I couldn't do anything except enjoy the sensations. 

I saw his face scrunch up in pleasure, and I knew he was about to come. I had enough presence of mind to begin the primary milking sequence that every initiate to Eos learned in the first stages of training to add to his pleasure.

He growled like a bear as he began explode deep inside me, and his orgasm was long and strong. He kept thrusting frenetically into me as he shot load after load of hot, sticky cum into me. 

Finally he moaned and pulled out of me almost tenderly, leaning back on his haunches as he caught his breath. 

I wanted more, I wanted to taste him, to learn his body and show him the multitude of pleasures that the god/goddess had to give, but suddenly my thoughts turned to what had transpired before. 

I reached out to caress his cheek. "My thanks, good sir- you have saved my life twice over now."

I got to my feet and looked around as I removed the rest of my armor and tatters of clothing, until I stood naked in the sunlight. The healing had been so complete that only faint scars remained where my body had been cut and pierced.

I reached down and picked up my bastard sword from where I had dropped it in the battle. Like most things dedicated to Eos, it was erotically decorated: its hilt was shaped like a monstrous, heavily veined phallus. 

I looked at the young giant, who was just finishing dressing himself. He bent down and picked up a massive stone-headed hammer. I was a tall woman- to be selected for the warrior arm of Eos, one had to be at least six feet tall, and I was several inches above that, but the blonde youth towered over me.

"I am Synwe, Knight of Eos. My friends call me Syn." I said. "I thank you again for your help- I am forever in your debt."

He shrugged, then grinned. "Well- it was my pleasure, ma'am. And I guess you just thanked me pretty good there a minute ago." He grinned and stuck out a huge paw. "My name's Braken Aken, from the West branch of the Akens. Who were these fellas, anyway? Are your clans fuedin' with each other?"

"In a way." I smiled. "They follow Tyr, the war-god. Their god and mine have been at odds for over a century. But its only open warfare out here in the wilderness: in the cities it is just animosity and ill-will." 

"Is that right?" he asked, shaking his head as if in disbelief. But I saw his eyes flick up and down my naked body, and I knew that he was only half listened to what I had said.

I planted my sword into the ground and wrapped both hands around the hilt suggestively. "So where are you headed, Braken."

His eyes were glued to my hands, and he licked his lips before answering. "Nowhere in particular. Just comin' down from the mountains to see the sights a bit."

"Why don't you ride along with me for awhile, then." I suggested. "Any man that can kill three Knights of Tyr is a powerful warrior, and there are a lot of things I could show you." I pumped my joined hands up and down the shaft of my sword hilt slightly as I said this last, and smiled I saw the that no further seduction was required.

He nodded eagerly. "Sure- that sounds like a great idea to me."

I smiled again. "As a matter of fact, I'm going to need to do some more healing before we leave out of here. You think you'd be up to that?" 

He grinned eagerly, and one hand moved down towards his belt. "You mean right now?" 

I shook my head, and felt the smile fade from my face as I pointed back up the road. "Some of those bodies back there were friends of mine- I have to see to them. 

He began to gather up gear and horses while I went to look after my fallen companions. 

Tranthe was a fellow knight of Eos, and had been a powerful battlemage. He had fallen with a pair of crossbow bolts in him as the ambush had begun, and been axed to death before he ever had a chance to pull his sword or cast a spell. 

Gentle Dyes was an acolyte with a gift for finder spells and oral sex. She had little skill with weapons, but she had grabbed up a sword and bought me enough time to kill a pair of our attackers before I had been overwhelmed.

Two long time servants made up the rest of our party, a scout named Baltus and a Halfling cook called Butchie- both had been hacked to pieces.

I stripped our enemies and left them lying naked for the ravens and wolves. Then I gathered up enough wood for a bier and laid my friends gently upon it. 

When I was done, I stepped back. It would take magic to make the fire burn hot enough to consume my friends totally. I turned my head and found Braken standing there patiently watching me.

"I'm real sorry about your friends." He said. 

I smiled at him. I was still naked, and my endeavors had worked up a light sheen of sweat, despite the coolness of the mountain air. "Help me to honor them, and send them to Eos properly." I said, as I walked slowly and sensuously towards him.

His eyes were on my tits, and as I came close enough to slip my arms over his shoulders he brought a hand up to grasp one. We kissed, gently at first, but it quickly grew more intense. I moaned as he massaged my breast, and I reached down to begin tugging at his broad leather belt.

In a few moments he was as naked as I was, and I knelt slowly, kissing my way down his body till I reached his cock. Fellatio in the House of Eos was a craft with twelve degrees of proficiency: I was at the eighth level. That was enough to make most laymen buckle at the knees in a matter of moments. But my goal was not to control the young giant, but to reward him for all he had done.

I eagerly and lovingly devoured him. He groaned as I eased him all the way down my throat and slowly pulled off all the way to the knob, then began to bob up and down on his shaft. I whispered a quick spell that made his cock glow in my vision, with particularly sensitive spots more bright than others: he had two prominent spots- one on the head and one about a third of the way down on the bottom. A thin glowing line connected the two, and I worked my way up and down it to suck fiercely on both spots. Another spell while I cupped his balls produced a gentle buzzing sensation for him, making him yelp aloud. 

The energy was flowing through me now, stronger than I had ever felt it outside of a temple ceremony. As much as I would have liked to take him to completion, it was time to light the pyre. I stepped back and turned, thrusting my ass at him. 

He needed no prompting, but immediately stepped forward to slide his cock head along my wet and dripping slit. As he probed at my entrance, I convulsed my vaginal muscles, pulling him inside of me. I lifted one hand and cried out a word, and a fan of flame shot from my hand to the pile of wood, and it whooshed to life.

He thrust all the way inside me and grabbed my hips and yanked me backwards, impaling me. He began thrusting into me, hard and fast, pulling all the way back till only his mushroom head was in me, then slamming back into me, sending me rocking forward. 

The harder he fucked me, the higher the flames burned, until they were roaring. "Eos, we pray that you receive your children." I cried. "Farewell, Tranthe- we will fuck again in the house of Eos. Farewell, Dyes of the golden tongue: I will taste you again in the house of the goddess. Farewell Baltus- Eos keep you until I can ride your pole again. Farewell, faithful Butchie- I look forward to the day I can taste your sweet come once more."

Braken was thrusting like a stallion now, so hard that I was forced forward onto my hands and knees. He never missed a stroke as he fell to his own knees behind me, and I thrust my head back in pleasure. I reached down between my legs and lightly tickled his balls as he thrust forward, and when I felt him getting close I clamped down hard on his cock. 

He grunted with pleasure and continued to thrust, and I came hard, grunting myself. When I came back to my senses I began another milking technique: I loved to milk a cock from this position. 

He moaned and shot another huge load into me: I could not wait for an opportunity to get him hard again and take one of those in my mouth.

The magical fire had consumed my friends almost totally before we even rose from our knees. 

He laughed out loud, and looking at him I had to smile. "You ok?" I asked. 

"Yeah," he said. "I was just thinking I should have came down from the mountains a long time ago...."



Company of Lust Ch. 03



Cheyna watched the couple mate from her hiding spot in the trees. She had been wandering numbly about in the woods, in search of a quick death when she had stumbled upon them. For she had been exiled, kicked out of her pack for the double sin of being barren beyond her eighteenth year, and a charge of witchcraft.

The feeling of loss and isolation had been crushing: at that point she was almost ready to just curl up and die. After being expelled naked and weaponless from her pack, she had simply run aimlessly for three days. Galloping directionless, without plan or even a conscious thought, she had paused only a few brief times to drink at streams and nap fitfully in the boles of trees.

Without the presence of her pack, she felt useless, utterly worthless. Before her exile, she had never spent a single night in her life without her pack in range of her voice, but now she was utterly alone in the world. There didn't seem to be any point in living.

Then she had heard the sounds of rutting- the moans of a woman and the grunts of man, and almost against her will she had found herself creeping through the forest to find the source. 

The red-headed woman had been leaning over, hands splayed on a fallen log, her legs spread wide, as the man entered her from behind. Both were big specimens, far bigger than any of her pack members, even the Alpha- but size alone was of relatively minor consequence in the pack. Speed, stamina, stealth, ferocity- all counted for more. The strength of the pack was in its teamwork.

Still, Cheyna lusted after the woman's long, shapely legs, and her breasts were large and full. They danced and jiggled as she received the thrusts of her partner. Downwind of the pair, Cheyna could smell the tang of the woman's excitement on the breeze.

If the woman was desirable, the man was something else again. The Lyceni produced mostly female offspring, and those that were whelped were typically weak and runty. Few lived to adulthood. So they raided their neighboring nations for males to keep the packs strong.

The men were slaves- branded property of whichever pack captured or traded for them. They were called limpers, for each had a foot cut off to prevent escape. Most were of the Lapiths, the small, dark folk who bordered the Lyceni lands on two sides. But this was a man of the high mountains, young and strong and virile, and would be an incredibly valuable prize. Maybe even enough to bring her back from exile.

The lovers shifted position now, and the woman laid flat on the ground, throwing her legs open wide. Cheyna had a clear glimpse of the glistening pink gash of her cunt. She also noted that the woman's bush was very small and, as if it had been deliberately shaped. Likewise, there was no hair under her arms. Even the hair on her head was close-sheared, as if she were a sheep.

Cheyna wrinkled her nose in surprise: such notions were alien to her. The man knelt down between her legs and began to taste her. This too was foreign to Cheyna- that was a pack mate's behavior, one warrior to another- not the prerogative of a limper. 

Cheyna decided to get a closer look, moving silently through the trees. By the time she settled in to a hide not a stone's throw from the lovers, the man had moved to enter the woman with his member. 

Cheyna watched in envy as he pumped into her with all his strength, muscles flexing all along his body. The woman's legs were still wide-flung, and her feet fluttered wildly. He fucked her hard and strong, and Cheyna reached down to her own sopping cunt, scratching at the itch that was burning into her sex.

Then the red-headed woman's' hands came around to clutch the man's ass cheeks, and Cheyna sensed and smelt magic as both hands flashed in a bright yellow glow.

Cheyna didn't know what the spell did, but she saw both their heads simultaneously arch back in mutual pleasure, and they cried out together in orgasm. 

The woman was a witch, too, Cheyna thought in excitement. Then she watched in astonishment as the man pulled and stood above the red-haired woman, his glistening rod pumping out gush after gush of semen onto her chest, which she received eagerly, rubbing the hot sticky fluid against her pleasure mounds.

Cheyna was speechless for a moment, the stepped forward out of the woods in righteous indignation. 

"Blasphemy!" She yelled. The waste of such valuable seed, which should be used to strengthen the pack and the people, was an inconceivable sin to her. 

The two lovers turned in astonishment to face her, and Cheyna only then realized what she had done. She turned and vanished back into the trees. 

For the next two days Cheyna followed them. The mountain man was a decent woodsman for one not of the people, but nowhere near her league. She had stolen right into camp twice. The first time she had collected food, a spear, and a blanket of soft wool. The second time she took what they had obviously left out for her: a knife, a set of flints, a water bag, a belted tunic and a small pack of food. 

She had thought the two might try to trap her, but so far they had not. 

Cheyna was amazed at how often the two lovers rutted: several times a day, and several more again at night in ways and positions she had never imagined. It was quite apparent they were not trying to procreate: as often as not the man shot his load onto her body, or into another orifice entirely. 

Cheyna was fascinated and captivated by their behavior. She desperately wanted to lap at the puffy, red-fur trimmed lips of the woman, or to ride the rigid member of the man. She even thought she might like to take him into her mouth as the red-haired woman so often did- both seemed to enjoy that so much. 

Cheyna had hastily carved herself a smooth wooden dildo with the knife, and she thrust it feverishly into her own cunt every time she watched the others fuck, pulling at her own smallish tits and clitoris as she frigged herself.

But now she was starting to get...worried. The two were proceeding along a trader's road- more of a path, actually, carved by the wagon's of the traders and slavers that travelled in caravan's through the mountains each spring. 

But those caravans were protected by large parties of mercenaries, and followed established routes by certain rules.

These two were not traders, and would likely be considered fair game: they were trailing a handful of horses, some of them packed with good steel weapons and armor, which were invaluable in the hills, where iron and even stone were much more common. 

And they were entering centaur territory. 

The Lyceni and the centaurs were mortal enemies. It had been the centaur god Kallis who had slain the goddess Lycene less than two centuries past: the Lyceni had lost their shape-shifting abilities forever, and the packs now ran on two feet only. 

A lesser folk would have withered away and passed, but Lycene had inured them to hardship, and they had continued in the old ways despite the loss of their goddess and their magic. 

But there other, even older sorts of magic in the hills and forests, and Cheyna had been attuned to them since birth. She could see and hear things that her pack members could not, and sometimes the trees talked to her. She could make the mark of an eye on a tree and see out from it even when she was miles away. She could befuddle foes, and entice prey into traps. She could heal wounds and sickness, and knew things about plants and herbs that were taught by no Lyceni.

Some members of her pack were mistrustful of this, and a few even shunned her. So when her eighteenth birthday was past and gone, and she had yet to produce a child despite numerous turns with the limpers, her Alpha had turned her out, without any provocation.

The thought of it, the unfairness of it, made her angry. And her anger turned now towards the pair of idiots wandering down the middle of the road when centaurs were pacing them now on both sides. 

There were three on the slope above, to the left of the road, and two more beneath it. They bore the bows and lances of their kind, and it took all of Chenya's stealth to remain unseen as she trailed the three above. 

Then she saw how the centaurs would play it. In the road ahead, another two stood in the center of the road. The two lovers rode right up to them as the ones on each side started to close in.

Cheyna still wasn't sure that it would come to bloodshed until one of the centaurs in the road lowered a lance with a bloodthirsty cry and charged.

The war cry was followed closely by a whoop of pure joy, and Cheyna saw the mountain man spur his horse forward, raising a huge hammer on high. Then she had to focus on her own attack.

She sprinted down the hill and leapt high over the withers of the nearest centaur to land with both feet square in the middle of his back, the spearhead ripping through his human torso. He had been in the act of aiming his bow, and the arrow shot off weekly into the air.

Cheyna cursed silently: as the centaur began to fall, the haft of the spear was ripped out of her hands. She pulled her knife and leapt towards the next man-horse, who had just realized something was wrong up the hill behind him. He turned and saw Cheyna just as she was leaping at him. But she was too fast, and her knife slashed through his throat before he could get his horse-body turned all the way around. .

But she had lost the element of surprise now, and last of the three was already lunging back up the hill at her, his lance leading the charge. She dodged behind a tree, and they began a deadly game of cat and mouse around its bole. His lance gave him a huge advantage in reach, but she was much more nimble, especially given the slope of the hill. 

She kept circling, darting this way and that, until she had him where she wanted him, on the downhill side and turned partly sideways. She feinted in one direction then swerved all the way to the other side of the tree and leapt. 

But the centaur was surprisingly fast himself, and he dodged in a sort of hopping motion, and she sent flying past her target downhill. 

She controlled her fall and turned it into a graceful roll, but she could already hear her foe coming down the hill after her. She looked for another tree and realized she was all the way down the hill and into the road, and she backed away from the tree line as her opponent came crashing the last few feet down into it. 

But he took one look around and saw the carnage: he was the last of his war party standing, and with a despairing cry he turned and galloped away, veering off into the trees. 

Cheyna looked around and saw that her new pack had been victorious, and she started to throw her head back and howl. Then she realized that somewhere along the course of the battle she had caught an arrow: it had gone almost entirely through her, and only the fletching was poking out of her chest, their feathers covered in her blood. 

"That's odd." She thought. "I don't remember that happening." 

Then the world went cold and black.

The first thing she was aware of was a curious tingling feeling passing all through her body in a series of waves. 

Then she was aware of the sensations coming from her vagina: a warm, wet mouth was gently nibbling on her nether parts. She moaned in pleasure and reached a hand down. Her palm was met by short, bristly hair, and she opened her eyes for the first time. The red-haired woman looked up at her and smiled as she engulfed Chenya's in her mouth.

The red haired woman's head and shoulders were rocking back and forth, and Cheyna saw over her shoulder the face of the other lover, looking down at her with a friendly grin.

"She sure does know how to make a little cut feel a whole lot better, don't she?" The man asked. 

Cheyna, speechless, just nodded. Her eyes were wide. She was lying on her back on a large bearskin, totally naked. She raised a hand to where the arrow had been sticking out of her body, just below her left breast, and her hand felt a tender spot.

"We've still got a little more healing to do, my dear." The red-headed woman said. She had a deep, husky voice. 

Cheyna could sense the question hidden in the statement, and she nodded and smiled slightly. "Yes, I would like that." She reached down and pulled gently up on the woman's chin, urging her upwards. 

The red-head complied, crawling forward on her hands and knees to kiss her on her lips. Her breath was sweet and clean, and Cheyna reached up to cup and massage one of those huge breasts.

"Would you like to have Braken help us with the healing?" The woman whispered, and Cheyna nodded. 

The red-head resumed her kiss, but slid her body off of Chenya's and took up a sideways angle. Her hand came down to gently pinch and pull at Chenya's hard, pointy nipples.

Cheyna felt the man Braken move between her legs and gently pull her knees up a little. She knew she was wet and ready, and she gasped as the knob of his cock explored her slit with a gentle up and down probing motion. When he entered her, she came almost immediately, before he was even halfway inside, and she felt the red head cast a spell, somehow using the power of the orgasm to heal her further.

"Let me taste you." She whispered hoarsely, and the red-headed woman quickly obliged. She twisted around to face the man pumping away at Cheyna, and then knelt down to poise her cunt lips above Chenya's mouth. 

As the object of her desire neared, Cheyna stuck out her long tongue to savor the tang of the red-heads' juices. The long, thick cock plumbing her depths made it challenging to concentrate fully on her task, but she soon had the red-head squirming above her.

The pain was gone now, all that that remained was a sense of intense pleasure, and she felt a second orgasm building quickly as Braken steadily increased his pace. 

She smiled around the mouthful of pussy in her mouth: she was pretty sure she was going to like her now pack just fine...