1 comments/ 11578 views/ 9 favorites Iram Draconis Ch. 01 By: shameless_writer ***This is my unabashedly, un-shameful, exploitative, non-romantic story of a warlord and his struggles. Full disclosure; this story is hyper-violent and hyper-sexualized. There is no romance to be found here, so if you want it, look somewhere else. This is a fantasy, and that being said, I do NOT ENCOURAGE any of the behavior depicted here. There are strong themes of non-consent/reluctance and the glorification of violence. All participants of sexual acts (and there are plenty) are all over 18 years of age. The following sexual themes will be featured: anything is open (leave suggestions!) I am writing this for the fun of it, and also as an attempt to write from a 'villain' or 'bad-guy's' perspective. Leave comments/suggestions -Shameless_Writer *** CHAPTER ONE: THE PRIESTESS I stood above the woman, shirtless and bleeding from where her knife had cut me across the rib cage. The wound would need stitches, but I would have to attend to it later; there was important business to attend to, and I was losing daylight. "Can you stand?" I asked the woman, whose white dress had been cut up so badly that it hung off her body in ribbons. She nodded, and pushed herself off of the stone-paved street of the town, staring at me with dark blue eyes from behind a mess of red hair that had fallen into disarray during our fight. She said nothing to me, just stood in the remains of what had once been her village and awaited my next words. "You remember our agreement?" I asked, "You kill me, I let you go." The woman continued to stare as I laughed at my own dark sense of humor. It had been her, with a small golden knife, against me, with nothing but my bare hands; she hadn't stood a chance in hell. Raising two fingers, I beckoned two soldiers who were standing nearby to come over. They did so without hesitation, standing at attention by my side, awaiting my order. "Take her to magistrate's house," I instructed, "Prepare her for me. And remember," I snapped, freezing the solders' looks of malicious glee halfway through their conception, "You may only look; do not touch." The soldiers nodded, and moved swiftly to grab the woman, dragging her off down the road. With the town's priestess taken care of, I surveyed the town once again to gain my bearings. The sky was becoming a deep purple as the last of the sun's rays sunk behind the houses of the town, but the fires burning near the center of the village were illuminating the street I was standing on, making it easier to see. To my right, the white marble temple loomed high over the surrounding shops and domiciles. I had found the priestess inside, and had struck up our deal when she had pulled a knife on me in an attempt to protect its treasures. Soldiers, with bare chests glimmering with sweat and blood, were now running in and out of the temple, looting it of its riches. Most of the townspeople were dead by their hand, and the survivors were being herded to the town's center, where the men would be killed and the woman would be distributed among my soldiers. Children would be left alive along with the elderly; we were warriors, not savages. I walked down the street, toward the fires, following their glow and ignoring the villagers and soldiers running along either side of the road. My boots made a hollow sound on the stones and my sword clinked quietly from where it hung at my side from a belt that held up my black pants, loose in the leg and pleasantly cool in the heat of the summer. My soldiers were dressed similarly to me, except their pants were dark brown, and their swords less ornate. Here and there I spotted officers. They did not wear the same simple uniforms as the soldiers or myself, and had decorative tunics that indicated their rank. But there was no mistake who was in charge; I was the one with the dragon after all. When I reached the center of the town, I noted the small group of women currently being fought over and the other, slightly larger group of men who all stood with their heads down, awaiting their execution. Between the two groups was a giant metal statue of a gallant-looking man atop a fearsome dragon. He was dressed in armor from head to toe and his dragon's wings were outstretched in a regal position, its jaws wide open, showcasing rows of sharp teeth. King Draconem: the dragon-king and ruler from the mountains to the western sea. For now. Beneath the edifice, a circle of fires had been built and lit using wood from some of the village's buildings. The flames were already quite large and getting bigger, licking the feet of the statue and turning the iron an angry red. Eventually the metal would get white-hot and the statue would begin to buckle under its own weight, collapsing on top of the fires and destroying the visage of the king in the process. Smirking at soon-to-be ruined statue, I walked around it and continued down the main road on the other side of the town square. This side was less crowded with soldiers and people, and it followed the gentle rise of a hill, which ended in the large, luxurious house of the town's magistrate. It took another few moments to scale the hill, and when I finally reached the stone wall of the house, two guards were there to meet me. "Is he inside?" I asked one. "Yes, sir. We found him trying to escape, but we've since secured him," the guard answered. "Good," I said, "You are dismissed. Enjoy the celebration while you can, we march again in a few days." The guards glanced at each other before hurrying down the hill to the village to join their comrades. Pushing through the gate, I walked up the steps of the large stone house and went through the open front door and into the foyer. It was dimly lit inside, most of the candles and lanterns had been blown out, but I could see a light to my left so I followed it, walking across the foyer and down a side hallway which ended in a spacious seating area. Shelves of expensive books lined the walls and an array of couches and chairs were scattered tastefully around the room. The large fireplace had been lit and I grinned at the sight the flames revealed. Standing between two guards was the priestess, whose tattered dress had been graciously removed from her body, leaving her naked and exposed. The light of the fire danced sensuously across her pale skin which still glistened with sweat. I noticed that she was completely shaved between her thighs and although she held her legs shut tight, I could make out the tight slit that ran between them. Taught pink nipples stood proudly out from large, round breasts and her face was flushed red with embarrassment, though her eyes still shone as defiantly as they had earlier. "Thank you, men," I told the two soldiers, "Now take her to the main bedchambers and wait for me there." The priestess made a startled sound of protest as she was carried away down the hallway, leaving me alone with the second sight that had made me smile. On the ground, tied up and looking very bloody was the magistrate; a fat, balding man whose left eye was currently swelled up to the size of an orange. Apparently my guards had not taken too kindly to the man's escape attempt and had reminded him not to try it again. Pulling up one of the many chairs in the room, I took a seat in front of the magistrate. "Do you know who I am?" I asked, running my hand through my short auburn hair and wincing at the pain in my side; I had forgotten about the wound the priestess had inflicted. The magistrate turned his head to look up at me and shook his head once, his one open eye wide with fear. "Do you see how I am dressed?" I asked, spreading my arms so he could get a better look at me, "Any guesses?" He stared at me for a moment, his good eye roaming over my body before saying, "You are from the desert." "That's right," I nodded, "What else?" "The mark," the magistrate swallowed, "On your chest. It signifies your class. Though I'm not sure what this one means. It has been a long time since I studied your people." I looked down at the black symbol tattooed on my left pectoral, "It means merchant class," I said, "Though I don't look like a merchant, do I?" "No," the magistrate said, sounding close to tears, "You do not." "I look more like a warrior, yes?" I asked, leaning forward in the chair and resting my right elbow on my knee so he could get a closer look at the mark that encircled my bicep. It was black, and depicted a serpentine dragon wrapping itself around my arm. "Impossible," the merchant hissed, attempting to sit up but falling back down in the process, "You cannot be." As if to answer his question, a mighty roar reverberated through the sitting room from somewhere outside. A smaller, weaker roar answered but was cut off abruptly following the unusually loud sound of breaking bone. I looked back down at the magistrate, "Your dragon is dead, and with it your rule," I stood, "You were right; my name is Ignatius and I have come north out of the desert. Within a few weeks, I will march into the king's mountain city, where I will kill him and claim his kingdom as my own." The magistrate just stared at me, and I could see the disbelief in his eyes at the thought of someone so low as I killing a king. But it didn't matter if he believed me. I reached for the sword at my side and drew it, pointing the tip at the man's throat. "You understand why you must die?" I said, more of a statement than a question. Resignation quickly replaced disbelief as the magistrate remembered his oath to the town he had sworn to defend. "Failure to protect one's dragon is failure to protect one's people," he quoted, closing his eye before choking on my blade as I plunged it into his neck. Blood spurted from the wound and splashed white hot against my skin. More pooled along the floor, flowing around my boots as it spread. I pulled my blade from the magistrate's body and turned on my heel, walking out of the room, leaving bloody footprints in my wake. Back in the foyer, I found a number of my officers had started to arrive and some candles had been relit. Grabbing a passing servant, I handed him my sword and told him to fetch a medic for my wound. I was eager to get it sown up so I could pay my guest a visit before her guards got too impatient with her. While I waited, I spoke to a few of the officers, informing them of my plan to stay in the town to regroup and recuperate while we charted our next move. Most of them were quick to agree, with a few grumbles from the younger officers of how slow we were moving. I ignored the latter group and was happy to see the medic, Nano, an old, but lively woman, arrive with needle and thread. "Who gave you this one, Ignatius?" she asked, cleaning the area around the wound. "A priestess," I said, "She was so beautiful I couldn't keep my distance and she got in a lucky shot." "Such a charmer," Nano tsked as she sewed me up. I laughed, "She thought so. She's waiting for me in my room right now." Nano gave me a reproachful look before finishing the job, "I've got more wounds to attend to, my Lord. You take it easy on yourself...and that girl." "We'll see," I grinned, standing up, "And thank you." She nodded before pushing her way through the growing crowd of officers and out the front door. All fixed up, I made my own way to the single set of stairs that led to the second story and began climbing them. There was only one room on this floor, and it was the master's bedchambers; so I would not be disturbed. At the top of the stairs, I pushed open one of the bedchamber's double doors and entered the well-lit room before closing it behind me. Ten feet directly in front of me was a large, four post bed big enough for five people. Chained to one of the posts, with her arms high above her head, was the priestess, still as gloriously naked as before, except now her legs were spread apart, held in place by an iron bar secured around each ankle, revealing her shaved sex. "I only need one of you," I told the soldiers who had brought her up, and were standing side by side in one corner of the room. "You," I pointed to the one on the left, who had black hair shaved close to his head and the mark of a blacksmith on his chest. The other soldier left the room in a hurry, looking put-out. "Come here," I ordered and the young soldier stepped forward, trying to keep a straight face, but I could see the traces of a smile at the corners of his mouth, "Make her wet for me." It was a simple-enough command and the soldier eagerly nodded and approached the priestess, who looked horrified as the man knelt before her and grabbed her thighs tightly. "Relax, priestess," I said, finding a chair and taking a seat, "You will enjoy this." She gasped out loud as the solder's tongue snaked out and ran up her slit in one, slow motion. "Have you ever been used by a man this way before?" I asked, listening to the soft suckling sounds as the soldier began to eat her cunt out in more earnest. She remained silent, and the soldier pulled her thighs closer, pressing her pussy closer to his face. The priestess let out a half gasp, half moan, but made no move to answer my question. "Stop," I ordered and the soldier sat back on his heels, facing me. I could see the priestess' sex glimmering in the firelight, wet from saliva and what was surely her own arousal. She stared at me, swallowing loudly and trying not to look at the soldier. "You will speak when I ask you a question," I warned, "Or you will find this experience much less enjoyable." The priestess nodded once, shifting her feet uncomfortably in the iron spreader. "Continue," I told the soldier, and he returned to his position in front of the priestess. Within seconds he had her squirming against her restraints. "Now I will ask you again; have you ever had a man use you this way?" "My goddess for-," she moaned, "-bids it." I chuckled, "Of course she does. But surely that has not stopped you from desiring such attentions? And you will address me as 'My Lord' from now on." "Y-yes, my Lord," the priestess stammered, "And I desire what all women desire, but have learned to deny myself in service of my goddess." There was still a touch of defiance in her voice, despite her position and the pleasure she was obviously experiencing, but it was slowly giving way to the husky tones of pleasure. I stood and came forward to get a better view. Standing two feet from the couple I said, "I can smell your cunt," smiling I continued, "It's saturating the air. And look at you," I leaned forward, "You're dripping all down my soldier's chin." It was true; the sweetly pungent odor of her cum filled my nostrils with each breath, and I could see, as well as hear, how wet she was. "So much denial has turned you into the perfect little whore, hasn't it?" I said, feeling my cock begin to swell inside my pants at the thought of fucking her now properly dripping pussy. "N-no," the priestess moaned, "It hasn't." "Stop." The soldier tore his face away from her cunt. His chin was covered with her cum and it ran down his neck and chest in small rivulets, leaving thin wet trails. "Stand." He did, and I noticed the sizable erection tenting his pants. The priestess stood there, flushed and sweating, her pussy releasing juices all down her thighs. Her outer lips were red and flushed and I could see her clit peeking out from its hood, swollen with blood and red with arousal. "It hasn't?" I asked her angrily, stepping forward to stand inches from her heaving chest. Heat radiated off her body and I could feel it prickle my own flesh, "So perhaps we should just leave? And let you hang here? Maybe your goddess will set you free." The priestess would not look at me, so I grabbed her chin roughly and forced her to do so. "What is your name?" I demanded. "C-caela," she stammered, quickly adding, "My Lord." "Would you like us to leave, Caela?" I asked, "And choose your answer carefully." There was a pause before she said softly, "No, my Lord." "That's what I thought," I released her and addressed the soldier, "Unchain her and lie her down on the bed." Moving swiftly, the soldier did as he was told, releasing Caela's wrists from above her head and then taking off the spreader bar between her legs. Next he guided her with shaky feet to the large bed, indicating that she should lie on her back. The priestess did all this without protest, laying down stiffly with her hands balled into fists at her side. "Remove your pants," I told the soldier, "Let her know what a man's cock feels like against her cunt. But do not penetrate her. I will be right back." I turned and left the room, hearing the sound boots hitting the floor followed by that of a heavy belt before I closed the door. Heading downstairs, I ignored the stares of my officers at my rather-prominent erection as I sought out my general, Aaron. I found him playing cards with some other officers at a table. A large, bald man with arms as thick as tree trunks, Aaron was a fearsome warrior and one of my closest friends. "Aaron," I said, approaching the table, "May I spare a moment?" "Of course, Ignatius," he said, "Having fun up there?" "I am," I nodded, leading him away from the table, "So much that I have a little treat for the officers." "Oh?" "I have a priestess of the sky goddess upstairs," I explained, "And I was willing to give her to Muna for some...training...in the practices of the earth goddess." "She'll be thrilled," Aaron laughed, "And so will the men when they find out there's going to be another initiation ceremony." "I'm going to be a little while longer," I said, "But I need Muna available for when I'm finished. Please find her and send her upstairs. Tell her to just enter, but not interrupt." "Of course, my Lord," Aaron grinned, and then snapped to attention before heading off in search of my inquiry. Finished with my business, I headed back upstairs and slipped into the bedchamber. The room was filled with the smell of Caela's arousal and the sounds of her moans. Approaching the bed, I found her with her arms wrapped around the soldier's back, knees splayed to the side as he thrust on top of her. Upon closer inspection, I found him rubbing the length of his cock along her slit, coating it in her cum and leaving a sticky, shiny smear along her lower belly where it slid across her skin. Pre-cum was dripping liberally out of the tip of his cock and I could tell by the strain in his face that it was taking all the soldier had not to penetrate the priestess despite my explicit order. "Has she cum yet?" I asked, though the small pool of moisture on the sheets where the two were joined shown that she had. The solider nodded his confirmation, continuing to thrust along Caela's cunt. "How does that feel, priestess?" I asked her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but she nodded and answered, "So g-good, my Lord." "Imagine what it will feel like when I fuck you properly," I whispered, and then watched with amusement as she squealed and orgasmed. Cum flowed around the soldier's cock and joined the small pool and he moaned, another bead of pre-cum flowing out of his cock and onto her belly. "Finish yourself off," I told the soldier, "Cum on her stomach and then leave us." With a groan, the soldier sat back on his feet and began to stroke his shaft with earnest. I did not watch him do this, but the sound that followed swiftly after indicated that he had cum. Sitting in the chair I had occupied earlier, I removed my boots and then stood to remove my belt. The soldier was already dressed by the time I finished pulling off my pants, freeing my nine inch erection at last. Iram Draconis Ch. 01 I approached the bed and the soldier hastened out, leaving me alone with my prize. "How does that feel?" I asked, pointing to the globs of white cream that decorated her flushed belly. "Warm, my Lord," Caela said, sitting up slightly to look down at herself. "Scoop it up," I told her, standing by the side of the bed, my cock pointing straight out, "And then lick it off your fingers." Caela's eyes kept straying between my thighs, but she did as she was instructed, reaching out with a shaky hand to scoop up one of the drops of cum onto her fingers. Then, slower still, she brought her fingers, now glistening and coated with white, to her lips before opening her mouth. With unbearable tension I watched as she inserted her fingers into her mouth and sucked the cum off, swallowing it quickly and making a face as she did. "Now the rest," I told her. Again, she scooped up a glob of cum and sucked it off her fingers. She had to do it six times before her stomach was clear of the other man's spunk and each time she made less of a face than the time before. "Learn to enjoy that taste, priestess," I said, kneeling on the bed and positioning myself between her splayed legs, "There will be plenty more where that came from." I moved forward, grabbing my cock and angling it toward her pussy. I could feel her heat against my cockhead, and as I pushed my hips ever so slightly forward, I groaned as her tight cunt barely yielded to its thickness. "Will you go slow, my Lord?" Caela asked, whimpering a little as I pushed forward another fraction of an inch. "Very slow," I promised, "For the first few penetrations. But then I will use you as my fuck toy and I will not be gentle." I grinned maliciously as my honestly caused fear to flash in her eyes before I pushed forward again, sinking more of my cockhead in her tight flesh. "B-but, my Lord," she protested, and then screamed as I pushed roughly, ramming the rest of my head inside her and nudging against the evidence of her virginity. "Argue, and the first few won't be so gentle," I warned, leaning over her body by planting my arms on either side of her and staring menacingly into her flushed face. "Yes, my Lord," she whimpered. In my new position, I was able to give a hard thrust, breaking through her barrier. Juices flowed around my cock and she cried loudly. I could feel the hard nubs of her breasts rub against my chest as she squired beneath me. Moving a little faster now, I seated myself fully within her channel and went down on my elbows. She was unbelievably tight around my cock and her cunt fluttered smoothly against my shaft, slippery with her arousal. "Two more," I told her, "And then I will show you what I mean by 'fuck'." Caela groaned as I withdrew everything by my cockhead, and then inserted it again. Slowly, but faster than before. Beneath me, I could feel the hot skin of her stomach against mine as she panted. It was still sticky with sweat, spit, and cum and felt deliciously dirty against me. "One more," I grinned, moving a little faster. This time, I could tell that her cunt was properly stretched and ready for me. It would leave her sore, for sure, but Muna would be able to relieve her. Sitting up suddenly, I grabbed Caela's thighs and pushed them up, hooking her calves around my shoulders and opening her up. "Here we go," I said and withdrew, slamming myself back hard. She grunted, caught off guard by the sudden change in tempo, and gripped my forearms tightly, which were back at her sides. Again I exited her pussy and hammered myself back inside with a squishing sound as her juices coated my cock. I picked up the pace, thrusting my hips quickly into her. Caela could do nothing but hold on tight and grunt with each hard thrust. "Are you enjoying this?" I asked, leaning down and capturing one of her nipples between my lips. "Yes. My. Lord," she groaned between thrusts and then screamed as another orgasm hit her. The flood of cum aided my thrusts and I decided it was time to change positions. I withdrew and released her legs. "Turn over," I commanded, and instead of waiting for her to comply, I roughly grabbed Caela by the waist and flipped her over onto her stomach. Then I gripped her hips, bringing them up before thrusting my cock back into her cunt from behind. "Someday I will be much rougher with you," I said as I resumed my previous pace, "But tonight is about you learning your new place." The priestess just grunted into the sheets, her hands balled into fists near her head. By then I could feel my own orgasm begin to approach, so I reached between our bodies and found her clit, giving it a hard squeeze and sending her over the edge one last time. With her pussy convulsing around me and her cum dripping down by shaft, I felt my own release come at last. Groaning, I gripped the priestess' thighs and unloaded deep inside her cunt. Jets of hot cum filled her cavity quickly, and by the time I finished, I could feel it begin to slide up my shaft seeking way out. I withdrew, and a stream of white cum flowed out of Caela's widened cunt, dripping in long streams onto the bed. She was red from the way I had used her, and undoubtedly in pain; but the aftershocks of her orgasm were keeping the worst of it at bay. I climbed off the bed and found a stunningly gorgeous woman with straight black hair and a revealing black dress sitting in the chair I had occupied a while ago. "Muna," I said, body dripping with sweat and cock glistening with cum, "This is Caela. Give her a moment to rest and then clean her up and ease her pain. Then begin her training." I turned to Caela, who was on her back now, panting, eyes closed, and pussy glistening with our mixed cum. "Caela, either be trained by Muna or be killed. The choice is yours." Nodding to Muna, the priestess of earth, I entered a small chamber to the left where I could clean up, closing the door behind me with a loud *click* and leaving the two women alone. END CHAPTER ONE Iram Draconis Ch. 02 Quick pronunciations: "Caela" = Ki – la, ('i' as in 'pie'); from the Latin word for sky "Muna" = Moo – na Hope you enjoy! CHAPTER TWO: TRAINING After rinsing my body of the sweat and blood that still lingered from the day, I exited the small wash room and went back into the main bedchamber. I had only been occupied for a few moments, but both Muna and Caela had gone already. The priestess would sleep well that night, as would I. Crossing to the bed, I removed the top sheet, still stained with the evidence of our coupling, and climbed in. The fire was starting to die down, and I stretched, relieving tight muscles and settling deeper into the soft mattress. It felt a little guilty lying in the magistrate's overly luxurious bed while my men slept on crude cots. But after reminding myself that I had a right as their leader to the greatest spoils of war, I began to drift off to sleep. As consciousness slowly faded, I thought of the priestess and what a fine prize she had proven to be. But of course she was just the first of many; my campaign was to be long, and there were plenty of women from here to the King's city. And not all would be as reluctant to share my bed as Caela had been. And with that comforting thought, I finally fell into a deep sleep. /*----------------------------------------------*/ I awoke early the next morning, quickly got dressed, and exited the house before most of my officers had even roused. Outside, I moved swiftly through the brisk morning air to the back of the villa, where an open field ran down the opposite side of the hill as the town. The grass was pale with dew and morning light, and soaked my pants as I walked downhill toward a large red shape near the bottom of the rise. As I neared to my destination, I noticed splotches of red blood staining the grass as well as a few large bones strewn about. "Talon!" I said loudly when I reached the shape, which revealed itself to be quite large and breathing, "Wake up." With a growl and a crackling of joints, the shape began to uncurl itself from the ball it was in, becoming a very sleepy, sluggish dragon; the secret to my victory. "What is it?" the beast grumbled through large teeth, blinking its large yellow eyes blearily as it stretched its long, scaly neck. I took a step back as Talon spread his wings and red leather with intricate black patterns briefly shaded me from the weak morning sun. "I wanted to talk to you," I said as he finished and stood up fully on large, low legs, "We didn't have a chance to last night." Well over fifteen feet tall while standing, Talon had to look down to address me, "Talk about what?" he asked flatly, tilting his head. I rolled my eyes at him, "Just talk, Talon. After the battle I lost track of you. Nice timing on the magistrate's dragon by the way," I added, referring to his expertly placed kill of the town's previous owner's beast. "Sorry it took so long," Talon apologized, misunderstanding my statement, "He had a field-runner. They can't fly but they slink along the ground faster than I can, so it took a while to catch him." "Most towns in this region favor them for their herding abilities," I nodded, "But thank you for your tenacity." "Why must you hold to that old tradition anyway?" Talon asked, "I thought the old order was exactly what you were fighting against." "Killing your rival ruler's dragon predates any order I'm fighting against," I said solemnly, "And if I am to wear the mark of a tamer, then I should hold their rules sacred." I was referring to the tattoo of a dragon that wrapped around my right bicep, placed there soon after I had found Talon as an egg in the desert. Talon sniffed, "Well I think it's silly." Very young by dragon standards, Talon's attitudes were understandable. And while he had matured physically into a magnificently fierce creature, he had much to learn about human-dragon relationships. "I saw you got plenty to eat," I said, changing the subject and looking around at what I assumed was the magistrate's dragon's bones. "I am still quite full, yes," Talon said, "But I saw some sheep off in the distance if I get hungry again." I nodded my approval, "So what do you have planned today?" I asked. "Sleep," Talon rumbled, "I have not gotten enough of it since we left the desert and these chilly mornings leave me lethargic." "It will only get colder from here on out," I warned, "Work on your fire-breathing in the meantime. Once a flame burns within you, you won't be cold any longer." "Easy for you to say," Talon sulked, and then began walking around in small circles, "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to sleep." "Nice talking with you," I said as he flopped to the earth, "I will be back later; first I have some business to conduct." "Have fun," Talon yawned, and I turned and walked away, leaving him to his morning activities. /*----------------------------------------------*/ Back at the house, I was pleased to find my officers had all risen and had their servants making breakfast. A large table had been set up in the main foyer, and I took my seat at its head while I waited for the meal to be served. Nobody bothered me until the priestess, Muna, slipped into the seat to my right. With long, shiny black hair that framed a strong face and large, green eyes, Muna was the most beautiful woman I had ever known. A priestess of the earth, she obeyed an entirely less savory set of rules than Caela, who was a priestess of the sky. I did not care much for religion, but Muna's skills in magic and medicine made her invaluable to me. And the men loved her as well, many of them having already found themselves worshiping with her late into the night since the march from the desert started a little over a month ago. "How is our new friend?" I asked her when she sat down. Muna smiled slightly, "Sore, as you can expect, and beginning to show defiance again, but I believe I'll have her ready for ritual by the end of tomorrow." "Perfect," I said, "Because I think we will march the day after that. It will give the men something to remember between this town and the next." "I cannot train every woman you fancy from here to the city," Muna said, "It takes a lot of effort just to do one." "Do not worry about that," I said dismissively, "I just thought you'd like to have some fun on the side. And...converting...a sky priestess seemed like something you'd enjoy." "Very much," she agreed with a little malicious grin. "So what is she doing now?" I asked as a large plate of sausage was placed in front of me. Picking up her fork and grabbing a few pieces of the meat, Muna replied, "Right now she's in the basement, blindfolded and hanging from the ceiling. She said that your cock had not made her wet when I asked her if it had, so I hoisted her up, feet dangling and shoved one of my instruments up her cunt and left her. So when I go back down after breakfast and she has cum running all down her legs and dripping on the floor, I'll have the proof I need to know she's lying." I couldn't help but laugh at Muna's blunt tone and nearly choked on the sausage I was currently trying to swallow. "I'd like to come and watch a bit of your training later if that's ok," I said, regaining control of myself. The priestess nodded, "Of course, some things are sacred and to be seen by only myself and my goddess, but I will let you participate later if you'd like." I nodded my thanks and then proceeded to eat my breakfast. Muna left soon after that, and I listened to the talk of my officers for a while. They were understandably excited about our recent victory, although it had not been too difficult to achieve, and were anxious about my next move. Of course, they did not address me directly on these matters; they would know my plan when I told them it. "Aaron," I said to my general, who was seated at my left, "I'd like to speak with you all now." Holding up one fist, Aaron shouted, "Quit!" in his booming voice and the room fell silent almost at once. "Thank you," I said and then looked down the table at my two dozen or so officers, "Congratulations are in order for our stunning victory," I began, "Our casualties were few and you carried out your orders with precision. Thank you." I paused for a second to allow the compliment to settle before moving on. "We will stay in this town until the morning after tomorrow. Aaron and I will talk further logistics later, but for now all you need to know is that I plan to march north and then west along the Via Draconis toward the King's city. We will meet opposition along the way, but I have every confidence in you and your men," I took a breath, "In addition; to celebrate our victory, I have arranged for the anointing of a new earth goddess to be held tomorrow night." Despite their discipline, a murmur of excitement passed around the table at this news until a sharp look from Aaron silenced the officers. "Most of you, included myself, have never participated in this ritual," I said, "But we all know what it entails, so prepare yourselves well." I smiled, letting my subordinates know it was alright to be happy with this circumstance. Some of the youngest officers looked a little confused, but most were understandably revved up and looked at each other with knowing smiles. "So unless there are any other points to make," I stood, "I will retire." The officers stood at their seats and snapped to attention until I strode off, at which point I could hear excited chatter immediately spring up again. I had never personally participated in the initiation of an earth priestess, but I knew almost everything it entailed and was rather looking forward to it myself. But Caela had a lot of training to endure between now and then, and I was going to help out the best I could. /*--------------------------------------------*/ After checking in on Talon one more time, and expressing to him my joy that he was working on breathing fire, I walked into the town's center and found the fires had all but burned out. Blood caked the stone where the multiple executions had taken place, and I was sure a mass grave had been dug outside the town; a warning to any who approached. The statue I had intended on destroying was lying next to its pedestal. Although not completely dismantled, the bottom was twisted and misshapen where the fires had melted it, making it look much less regal than before. To me, a statue was just another way for haughty kings to spread their image and I would not have cared if it stayed or burned. But to my men, destroying the statue was a symbol and a sign that their years of meager living were soon to come to an end. And the more they believed that, the harder they would fight for me. Satisfied, next I inspected the town's walls, making sure that the soldiers had properly refortified them and were keeping watch on the surrounding countryside. Many were groggy and sluggish from too much partying the night before, but they were all doing a satisfactory job. Confident in the knowledge that the town was secure, I walked quickly back to the house and immediately made my way to the cellar, where Muna said she was keeping Caela. Upon descending the stairs, the first thing I noticed was how much warmer it was getting near the bottom and when I opened the door to the main cellar, I discovered why. The room was not a large one, and most of it was crowded with stores of food. There were no windows to speak of, and the only ventilation was a small hole in one wall that opened to the outside via an unseen shaft. So when I walked in and found a panting and sweaty Caela, I immediately surmised that she was the source of the heat. At some point, Muna had propped a short wooden table up against one wall and had secured the priestess to it by the wrists and ankles with ropes, leaving her spread eagle and naked. Sweat poured from her chest and ran down her stomach, where it joined the moisture between her thighs where Muna was eagerly pumping a long, thick stone rod into and out of her vagina. "Resist," Muna was saying over Ceala's increasingly loud moans, "Control your orgasm or I will punish you again." "I-I'm trying," the redhead cried, her breasts heaving with effort. "Ten more seconds," Muna promised, "And then you may release." I stood back near the door and counted down the seconds, secretly hoping that Caela would pass the test. For if she was already this far into her training, then she would definitely be ready for ritual by tomorrow. After reaching the end of my countdown, I heard Muna say, "Now," and then Caela thrust her hips out from the table, screaming loudly as her orgasm slammed through her. How long she had been holding it in, I did not know, but it lasted for over a minute, and by the time it was over, Muna's stone rod was dripping with cum. She removed it from Caela's cunt with a loud *pop* and turned to address me while the other priestess continued to twitch her hips in orgasmic aftershocks. "I see she's coming along well," I mused. Muna nodded, "Much better than I anticipated, actually. We already blew by ejaculation and vaginal control and are making wonderful progress in orgasm control." I walked passed Muna to the prone Caela, whose eyes were open and looking at me almost longingly. "Enjoying your new life so far?" I asked her, reaching up to grab a pink nipple and giving a squeeze between my fingers. "Yes, my Lord," Caela nodded, arching her chest into my grasp. Raising one eyebrow at her surprising response, I leaned forward, opening my mouth to hers. She tilted her own head and accepted my kiss eagerly, sucking on my tongue and biting my lips aggressively until I pulled away, out of her reach. "What have you done to her?" I laughed, "I hardly recognize this wanton creature." "She was born for this life," Muna smiled, "But she has much to learn still." "What do you have in mind now?" I asked, eager to join in. Muna began untying Ceala from the table, releasing her ankles and then her wrists. The priestess slid down from her perch and stood perfectly still, awaiting her next order. "We've progressed about as far as we can with vaginal sex," Muna said, "I thought we'd explore other...options." Nodding my complete understanding, I bent and removed my boots and then pants until I stood entirely naked, my cock already roused from the sight I had just witnessed. "Come here," I told Caela and she came, without hesitation, to stand a foot in front of me. "On your knees." Again she obeyed, sitting back on her legs and looking up at me with expectant blue eyes. Breaking her gaze, I looked up at Muna, who was slipping out of her own black dress. "I thought I'd show her how to start properly," she said, dropping the material to the floor and walking forward on black sandals with leather straps that ran up her calves to directly below her knees. I gazed at her body; tall and slender, with small breasts that ended in tiny red, perfect nipples. Her sex was shaved bare, like Caela's, and black tattoos of arcane symbols ran up and down her body, covering her sides and stomach. I could just make out the small metal stud that pierced her clitoris. Kneeling in front of me and next to Caela, Muna reached out to cup my balls, using the other hand to stroke my shaft slowly. "Touch it," she said to the other priestess. Slowly, Caela reached out and brushed her fingertips along my now fully erect cock, sending delightful tingles down its shaft. "That's it," Muna urged, removing her own hand, "Now stroke it in your fist." With a little more confidence, Caela wrapped her tiny hand around me, barely encircling my cock and began to stroke it slowly. Moaning at her enticing naivety, I pushed my hips forward and into her hand. "Faster," I said, and she obeyed. "See that," Muna said, pointing at the bead of pre-cum that had spilled out of my cockhead and was threatening to fall to the floor, "Use it for lubrication." Nodding, Caela rubbed her palm over the tip of my cock, coating it with the pre-cum and then continued to stroke my shaft, aided now by the fluid. "She's a quick learner," I said to Muna, who stood and walked behind me. "She has a good subject to practice on," Muna whispered into my ear, wrapping her arms around my midsection and molding the front of her body to mine. I could feel her breasts against my back and her fingers as they ran along my skin, tracing my abs before moving back up to tweak my nipples lightly. I turned my head and accepted Muna's waiting kiss. She was nearly as tall as I and I could feel the heat of her sex pressing against my butt as I leaned back into her. Breaking the kiss after a moment, Muna looked down at Caela, who was still stroking my cock lovingly. "Place it in your mouth," she said, "And use only your tongue and lips. No teeth." Muna resumed kissing me and I moaned into her mouth as I felt warm lips begin to slide down my shaft, coating it with saliva. Caela's tongue worked along the underside of my cock, adding to the sensation as she continued down its length, stopping halfway when it reached the back of her throat. "Fuck," I moaned and tore myself away from Muna to watch the naïve priestess pull her head back, leaving my cock glistening before her. "That's right," Muna sighed, moving from behind me back to my side, "Slow at first, but then faster." I could feel cool air against the wet spot Muna's pussy had left on my skin and took a moment to reflect on how truly lucky I was before I felt my balls encased in warm, wet heat and realized that Muna had just gently sucked them into her mouth from between my legs. "Sneaky," I groaned and closed my eyes, savoring the duo's efforts and feeling my orgasm begin to approach. Caela sped up and I opened my eyes to see her plunging two fingers into her cunt. She began to moan around my cock and it was all I could take. Reaching out, I grabbed the top of Caela's head and held it still. Then, with Muna still ravishing my balls, I began to thrust my cock in and out of Caela's mouth, setting a fast pace and hitting the back of her throat with each stroke. She gagged a little at first from my intrusion, but continued to frig herself as I had my way with her. And then, at last, my orgasm arrived and I pulled out of her mouth completely, aiming my shaft at her face just as thick white ropes of cum began erupting from the tip. They splattered along her chin and lips, coating them with viscous goo. Muna removed herself from my balls and approached Caela on her hands and knees. She then proceeded to lick and suck cum off the other woman's face, swallowing it all quickly and leaving her clean in only a few moments. "Tie her up," I told Muna, pointing to the thin chain that hung from the ceiling a little to the left, "Hands above her head, feet on the floor. It's time she completed her basic education." Muna moved quickly. My recent orgasm had not abated my lust at all and had in fact inflamed it, as evidenced by my still-hard cock. Getting off the floor, she assisted Caela to her feet and then led the sky priestess over to the chains. "Arms up," she commanded and Caela rose them to allow Muna to shackle them together. Then, crossing the room, she pulled on the other end of the chain, running it through a crude pulley system and hoisting Caela up so that her body was stretched out, her feet flat on the floor of the cellar. I approached the secured woman and immediately plunged two fingers into her cunt. She was soaking wet and her insides scorched my digits with inflamed heat. When I pulled them from her, I held them up to her face to show her how wet she was. Iram Draconis Ch. 02 "Look at this," I said, pulling my two fingers apart and leaving a thin, oily strand between them, "Look how wet sucking my cock has made you." I wiped my fingers clean on her chest, leaving a slick trail across her pale skin. I then walked around her body so that I stood behind her. "Muna," I called and the priestess came to stand beside me, "Are you as wet as Caela?" "See for yourself," she said and spread her legs a little so I could get a better look. I reached out my hand and slid one finger along her slit, finding it just as wet as Caela's had been. "This will do nicely," I said softly and then slid three fingers inside Muna's cunt, knowing she could take them all. Curling them, I began to stroke her front wall, searching for her g-spot. It wasn't long after I started that she reached out and grabbed my shoulder for balance, breathing deeply and digging fingernails into my flesh. "Will you cum for me, Muna?" I hissed, increasing my pressure and sliding my fingers further up her vagina. "Always," she gasped, gyrating her hips against my fingers. I continued my assault until I could feel the beginning of Muna's orgasm flutter through her inner walls. With one last thrust of my fingers, I brought the panting priestess to orgasm and felt as she clamped down on me, sending a flood of cum along my fingers and down my wrist, coating them. When she finished, I pulled my fingers from her and pointed to Caela, "Spread them," I ordered and Muna let go of my shoulder and walked around to the other priestess's front. She then reached around Caela, gripping her ass-cheeks and spreading them slightly apart so I could access the tight, pink rosebud they hid. I heard Caela whimper a little, but she did not protest as I used my index finger, lubed with Muna's cum, to prod at her final entrance. "Like last night," I said, pressing the tip of my finger a half an inch into her hole, "I will go slow...at first. Do you understand?" "Yes, my LoRD," she said, her voice rising at the end of her sentence as I pressed in further, up to my first knuckle. "Relax," Muna said, and got down on her knees, still holding Caela open for me, "And you will enjoy it." I slid my finger in further until she covered me up to the second knuckle. She was tighter than a glove, and my cock strained at the thought of how it would feel to be buried within this precious hole. Caela began to moan a little, and I looked to see Muna had latched her mouth onto Caela's cunt. Seizing the opportunity, I slid my index finger a few more times in and out of her asshole and then removed it, adding my middle finger before pressing in again. "Oh!" Caela gasped, surprised at the added intrusion. I ignored her, and pressed both fingers in past the second knuckle, stretching her out by rotating my wrist. She squirmed a little, but Muna's attentions distracted her and she did not cry out as I pulled my digits free and moved closer. "Move, Muna," I said, and she sat back, removing her hands from Caela's ass in the process. Angling my cock from behind, I pressed up and slid easily into Caela's pussy, coating my shaft with her juices before pulling free and sliding it up, along the bottom of her slit, and through her cheeks. "Are you ready?" I asked, prodding at her entrance with the tip of my cock. "Yes, my Lord," Caela said obediently, but I could hear the fear in her voice. Slowly, I pushed my hips forward and felt my cockhead begin to press past her rosebud, aided by Muna's cum and her own that coated my dick. Grabbing her hips, I pulled the priestess back toward me, impaling her further on my rod and smiling as she whimpered in pain. My fingers ran up her smooth stomach and along her ribcage until they reached her breasts. Giving her nipples a rough squeeze, I thrust my hips forward, sliding still further into her channel. She was tighter than anything I had ever experienced before and she contracted around me, squeezing my shaft exquisitely. "Tomorrow," I whispered into her ear, still toying with her nipples, "You will feel all you have felt here today," I pressed further in, now three fourths of the way down my shaft, "And so," I thrust, "Much," another thrust, "More." I seated myself fully within her and she sobbed at the thickness of my cock stretching her out. "Make her cum, Muna," I said, "I want her to know how much pleasure this can bring." Resuming her earlier position, Muna began to lick and suck at Caela's pussy as I withdrew from her ass, leaving just the tip of my cock still inside. Sliding one hand down her body, I rubbed my fingers along Caela's snatch while Muna paused for a moment, gathering up a mixture of cum and saliva. I then brought the hand back to my cock and smeared it along the shaft, re-lubing it before sliding back inside Caela. It was easier that time, and by the time my hand was back in its position on Caela's breast, I was again buried to the hilt. "Here we go," I grunted and pulled out, slamming back inside and then repeating the process. She was on fire around my cock, and I groaned, pinching her nipples tightly as began to thrust harder. Caela shouted out loud as I continued to abuse her virgin ass, pumping my cock in and out of her while Muna continued to eat her pussy out. Then the cries turned to screams of pleasure as she came around Muna's tongue, bathing it in her cum. I could feel the walls of her vagina ripple beneath my cock through the barrier between it and where I was currently seated. It was a novel sensation and an entirely enjoyable one, almost sending me into orgasm myself. Removing my hands from her nipples, I gripped Caela's hips tightly and began to hammer harder into her. My muscles bunched with effort and I could feel the wet *slap* of my balls as they slammed against her dripping pussy. Sweat was beginning to bead on my chest and run down my body. Muna, who had finished making Caela cum, came back up behind me and began to lick and suck on my neck. Her hands roamed over my body, and she ran fingernails down my stomach, sending pleasurable sensation straight to my cock and aiding my impending release. Caela moaned with pleasure as I took my final few thrusts, before seating myself fully within her and releasing my load. With nowhere to go inside her tight channel, my cum stayed inside her. Only when the last of my orgasm abated did I pull out of Caela. I was panting and covered with sweat, my chest heaving with each breath and my face red with exhaustion. Muna moved away from me, allowing me to catch my breath. I watched, fascinated with post-orgasm interest, as cum flowed like a river out of Caela's ass before dripping onto the cellar's stone floor. "That was a quality education, Lord Ignatius," Muna smiled, coming back up to me and placing a palm flat against my sweaty chest, "I have no doubt that she will be more than ready for tomorrow." "Good," I heaved, glancing at Caela, who hung limply from her bonds, utterly spent, "I have no doubt that the men will adore her." I patted Muna's hand on my chest before making my way to my pile of clothes. I got dressed and opened the cellar door. "Thank you again, Muna," I said and then left, climbing the stairs and taking a deep breath of cooler air once I reached the top. END CHAPTER TWO