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Siege of Graesol Ch. 01

By: Pen_Dragon



Saleena Frost moaned as her long red fingernails dug into her husband's back. She wasn't a violent person, but it felt like a life time of passion was being unleashed at once, and it had no where else to go. It felt like her final night on earth. Her husband proved pliant to her grasp and pressed his body close to hers. Saleena liked the pressure of his powerful, scarred chest upon her breasts. She liked the way they rolled as he thrust himself inside of her. 

"Gods yes, Dural! You are so amazing, I love you." Her voice shook with the bed, and with the passion of their love making. It was all true too. She had given up so much to feel this ex-soldier fill her in heart, soul, and loins. All worth it, she thought at that moment, worth it a hundred times. She loved her powerful man.

Relentlessly driving himself into her, Dural just smiled at his wife and whispered his love into her ear. She moaned back at him, unable to speak. 

"Are you ready?" he asked.

It was all she could do to coax her head to nod.

Effortlessly, Dural wrapped his arm behind his wife's back with one arm, lifting her petite body to his massive torso. His left hand grasped the bed post, and supported the weight of both of them. Saleena swooned in his arms, letting her back arch, and her large breasts thrust out towards her husband's face. Unable to resist such a temptation, he dove in, kissing and licking her sharp pink nipples like a ravenous hound. 

The woman under him was restless, her body begging for more of his cock. She wrapped her legs around his body, locking her feet and pulling herself into him. In her position Saleena was unable control the sex, but she squirmed anyway, desperate to create some friction. She was about to beg for it when her breathe caught in her throat. Her body tensed, and she let out a loud gasp; her husband was positioned in her most sensitive spot.

This is what he was waiting for. Dural's body became a fury of motion as he fucked into his wife as hard as he could.

"Ohhhh! Gods no!" his wife threw back her head and howled, voice nearly unintelligible. "Too much! It's too much!" Her heart throbbed in its chest and her head rolled back and forth.

Panting, Dural whispered back, "You always fight me. You know you have to surrender."

And so she did. Giving up her will and her control over her own body, Saleena went slack. She just let her husband fuck her, and the intensity of the pleasure rolled over her like a tidal wave. Her body shook and her throat unleashed an unending moan. The waves would ebb, only to rise again with full force. She truly felt that she was drowning, and had to remind herself to breath. Her body was barely willing to listen to her requests. It was heaven.

Seeing his wife in such a state was over-whelming for Dural. Once again he had conquered her body, but this time it was different, more primal. He needed to take her tonight; he felt it in his soul. The feeling was too strong to be lust, desire, or even love. And as his wife clung to him with her long, sexy arms around his neck, he knew that the feeling was mutual. Just as he controlled her body, she controlled his heart. As he continued to thrust into her, he knew that he would give himself only to her for eternity.

He fucked her as hard as he could, sweat dripping from his face into her beautiful cherry hair. She didn't notice. He wanted only to fuck her better, to make her defeated body tremble with more pleasure then she had ever felt. When she opened her eyes to look at him, unfocused and confused, they began to roll back. It was too much. With a guttural moan, Dural slammed his cock as far into her conquered pussy as he could. His entire body seemed to throb as he shot his seed deep in her fertile womb.

Even as Dural rolled off of her, Saleena continued to shake with unrelenting pleasure. It was a long time before she had the presence of mind to roll over, and bury her shoulder into the crook of his arm. She rested her sweet head on his hard chest, and for long minutes they basked in the afterglow.

"I hope you've given me another child, an heir to your family name." Saleena said with a hint of irony in her voice.

Dural chuckled pleasantly, "And an heir to your own, my lady."

Saleena punched him playfully, "I don't need another heir!" 

Deep down, she feared she might. Long ago there was a life she had left behind for the life and the love of Dural. If she ever needed to go back, she would have only children who had grown up as farmers, with a soldier father.

"I can't handle another heir!" Dural laughed. Saleena just glared at him until she could no longer keep it up, and smiled. Her husband wrapped her closer into his warm body. 

As the laughter died down, the light patter of feet could be heard outside of the door. Dural sighed and Saleena turned a bright shade of crimson.

"Speaking of heirs," he said, "Which one do you think that was?"

Last year, their daughter Shana had reached the tender age of eighteen, and she was now ready to marry. Ever since she had been helplessly love struck with a boy with golden blond hair named Tiran Shamus. They were born on the same day, two years apart, which Shana seemed to think was some sort of mark of destiny. Although he was son of the town mayor, Saleena thought he was an arrogant boy, and a bit of a bully. She remembered being that age though, and knew that sharing her opinion with her daughter would only make her crave him more. Saleena hoped that Shana's heart would be strong when it ended. First loves never last, and she's such a sweet girl.

There was also some concern about what impact her son could have on that doomed relationship. Fallon and Tiran always had a bit of a rivalry going on, even though her son was three years younger then the blond boy. Fallon held his own in their childish games, despite the trouble it caused Saleena. Already he had bragged about kissing many of the girls in the village. Some of the girls protested and called him a liar, others just blushed. He was old enough to make love to a woman, and Saleena suspected he had already become a man. She made a mental note to have a discussion with him. 

"Maybe both of them," Saleena said quietly. She worried for her children. Battle was coming on the morrow, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something horrible was going to happen. The Fenal people were renowned for their savagery, and their occult magics. But the scout reported they were few in numbers. 

Saleena knew, of course, that her men would prevail. They always had before. Seated at the edge of the Empire, Graesol folk were the hardest around. Further improving their odds, their hundred man militia was supplemented with a hired band of mercenaries, and a platoon of trained soldiers from Capitol. And of course they had Dural Frost, the war-hero in hiding. His greatsword would bathe deep in barbarian blood, and they would fear his new name as they once feared his birth name. A handful of brutes in wolf skin would be no match for such a force.

Still, she felt dread wrap around her like a dark fog in the night. It turned the sheen of sweat covering her body ice cold, and made her nipples rise. She just wanted tomorrow to come and go, and leave her in peace.

*****

Near the gates of the make-shift palisade created around the village, the men trained. Empire soldiers went through a ritualized dance of spears. They were surprisingly nimble in their shining steel breastplates, and every move of each man in the platoon was precise and calculating. As the finished with their spears, the soldiers unsheathed their swords as one, creating a symphony of ringing steel.

In distinct contrast were the mercenary band named "The White Raven". These men and women, came to offer their services shortly after word of the barbarian march began. At the time, they seemed like a godsend: a fighting force with ferocity to match the Fenal. It quickly became obvious though; their passion lay in ale and wine, and not in bloodletting. Half of them seemed to be nursing a hang-over, the other half were mocking the imperials for their pansy fighting style. Loudest was their leader, Hograth, who leaned lazily on his mighty greataxe.

By contrast the militia trained hard. For any outsider, it would be obvious that they were not amateurs. Skirmishes broke out constantly between the frontier village and the barbarian tribes in the hills to the east. The archers were on target with their arrows, and the sword play was quick and dangerous. Dural was training alongside his men, making a graceful display with a sword that seemed impossibly large, even for a man so massive. That the man was able to lift the sword was amazing, seeing him dance and parry with it was awe inspiring.

It was not Dural that Tiran was concerned about. His eyes were focused on the town doctor, Groben. Tiran didn't know what the man's first name was, and he didn't really care. What he did care about was that Groben was training like a good little soldier. It pleased him to see this, because it meant the doctor's wife would be all alone, again. With a grin, he grabbed his hard-on through his pants and began walking to the Groben household.

After three knocks and a few moments the door swung open to reveal a cute little girl of nine or ten. It was Daisy Groben's oldest of five children. Her dirty-blonde waves did not match the dark hair of either her mother or father. Tiran would be surprised if Mr Groben had fathered a single child. He dropped to his haunches and smiled at the girl, who just stared back at him.

"Hi again little Tulip. Is your mommy home?" He did his best to sound sweet.

Tulip nodded and gave him a mean little stare, "She doesn't want to see you!" Her voice was full of anger.

"Didn't I ask you to call me uncle when your daddy isn't around?"

The girl gave a startled look, then huffed and stomped away. Tiran suspected she was getting old enough to have a good idea what her mother gets up to, and she certainly didn't seem to like him. He didn't really care. Maybe one day her mother would explain how Tiran is the best thing to ever happen to her, and she would be pacified. He would eventually marry Shana Frost, he knew. The beautiful young girl was wrapped around his finger, but nothing was going to stop him from having his fun in the meantime.

Forcefully, Tiran knocked on the door to the master bedroom. There was no answer. Uncertain, he knocked again. Still no answer. He pressed his ear up against the door and heard a little squeal of pleasure, or perhaps it was fear. There was really little difference between the two. Enough of this, he thought to himself. Taking a step back he kicked at the door. 

*****

Daisy Groben would be hard pressed to describe what she felt, locked in her room. Part of her felt like a little white rabbit, with a wild cat clawing at her cage. It was frightening to the point of panic, but it did not over-ride the anxious eroticism she felt. He was coming for her, just like he said he would. And when he arrived, she would be helpless. Whatever the scrawny brat said would be her command, and she would obey. She would not be over-powered; she would not be blackmailed. She was not enthralled with his love-making; many lovers in the past surpassed him in size, stamina, and style. Instead she would submit to him for an entirely different reason which she didn't fully understand: she would prove him right.

All those times he called her a whore while he slapped his cock against her face he was telling the truth. And when he told her he was the best fuck she would ever have it was all true. She was his fuck toy above all others. He could make her do the dirtiest things imaginable. He could take her from her family which she loved. He could make her humiliate her poor loving husband. It was all true, and Daisy loved it.

Still another part of her, beaten and buried deep within her felt disgusted. She remembered what she had done to her husband after Tiran had taken her last time. When it was done she rolled over and pretended to sleep, leaving him hard and gasping for breath. She had not given any love to her husband since the first time she had submitted to the little brat.

The thought of her senseless denial made her moan aloud and hike up her skirts to caress her hungry, wet pussy. The second knock on the door came, and she ignored it. 

Let him come. If he wants me; he'll have to come get me.

And with a loud bang the door was ripped off its hinges from Tiran's surprisingly powerful kick.

*****

Slowly, confidently, Tiran entered the bedroom. Daisy Groben was sitting on the bed looking at him like a trapped fawn. Her raven black hair fell across her breasts, which seemed to desperately want to escape her bodice. The hem of her dress was pulled up to her waist, and her fingers were digging into her clit. There was a glazed over look in her eyes, and her white stocking covered legs jerked with her pleasure.

She was waiting for him. Waiting for him to break in and take her like an animal; like a barbarian. Waiting for him while her good husband fought bravely to protect her. Protect her so that I can have her, Tiran thought, What a kind man.

Daisy moaned while Tiran ripped her bodice, spilling her ample breasts into his hands. She did not resist.

"Yes." She said softly, "rip my clothes. Rip my house apart." She moaned as he twisted a dark nipple between his fingers. Her eyes drifted to the broken door, and she knew that Tulip could walk in and see this at any time. She didn't care. "Rip me apart."

He needed no more encouragement, but he wanted to feel her hot mouth first. Grabbing a handful of luminous black hair he shoved her to the floor. Her white lace knees were spread wide, and her hands palm down on the floor. She looked up at him with wide eyes; the slut actually managed to make herself look innocent. Tiran looked forward to corrupting her face, along with the rest of her body. He pulled out his cock and let it hang heavily in front of her face. She reached for it with her mouth, and he slapped her away.

"Oh you want this, do you?" Tiran mocked.

"Yes please." Her voice was meek and heavy with lust.

"How badly?"

"Oh, I want it more then anything. I would do anything just to kiss it," she begged, playing his game.

Tiran's veiny cock flexed in front of her face, encouraged by the words. He tossed his golden hair to the side as he looked down at her with his young body. He wasn't quite finished torturing his toy yet.

"And did you do as I told you last time?" he cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh hells yes. I did it!"

"Tell me."

Daisy licked soft pink her lips, "When you filled me with your hot cum, I held it in me as hard as I could until my husband came home. I immediately made him lick me. He was so happy to even get to see my cunt he practically dived on me. While he was licking I pushed all your cum out. You made my husband eat your cum. Thank you for that."

Tiran felt like he could cum from the feeling of power, without even touching himself. 

"Do you think he noticed?"

"Maybe. If he did then he didn't say anything. Maybe he suspects but doesn't want to bring it up. Maybe he's scared you'll hurt him. I don't really care. I just want your cock. If he came in right now I'd suck you in front of him." Her voice was desperate, and she looked at him with those doe eyes.

The young man grabbed Daisy's dark head and drew her over his quivering member. She attacked it wildly, like she was a starving woman given her first meal in weeks. While her tongue rolled along the veiny bottom of his shaft, she reached a hand down to her aching pussy and massaged it gently.

Deep in a lust-filled haze, Tiran was close to cumming before he realized what she was doing. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, causing a whimper to escape her throat. In return he slapped her across the face.

"What in the hells do you think you're doing, whore?" His voice was all rage.

She looked up at him innocently, "I. . . I'm sorry."

"Do you remember who comes first?"

"Yes sir, you do."

"Then why the fuck did you think you could touch yourself before you finished with me?"

She had to pacify him. "I. . . You just made me so horny I couldn't help it."

He couldn't stop himself from grinning. "Well, now you're going to have to wait even longer, and I have to punish you."

Oh yes, She thought to herself, Punish me.

"What should I do to you then?"

"Anything. Please punish me quickly so that I can make you cum. Please."

He forcefully grabbed her dark hair and thrust himself as deep into her throat as he could. Her gag reflex triggered, but she sat there like a good girl and let him fuck her throat. His hand went down do her nose, and he pinched it.

He's going to choke me with his wormy cock.

In and out he thrust while this house wife was denied air. Her throat's reflexes tried to eject him every time, but she just closed her eyes and let him invade her. As her lungs used the last of their oxygen her body became desperate. She pushed away and hit at his knees, but he had a strong grip on her nose and was not letting go. Just when she that she was going to pass out he pulled out, let out a victorious groan, and came in her panting mouth.

Purposefully, Daisy let some of the thick fluid escape so she could play with it. She closed her eyes and rubbed it all over her face while her free hand furiously stroked her pussy. She didn't know why she liked betraying her husband so much to this brat. Her husband was a good man, and she loved him dearly. Still she had always unfaithful. She just couldn't stop.

Daisy had many lovers over the years. In fact, only Tulip was legitimate. No one had ever made her feel the way Tiran did though. It wasn't affection for the boy. Truthfully she despised him, and his cock wasn't even that big. She didn't truly think of him as her master either. It was just a game she let him play. He was such an arrogant little prick, it just felt right that he should have ownership of her body, and anything else he wanted. If it meant betraying the love of her life, so be it. The fact that her husband was preparing for war while she was giving herself away to this punk kid only made it better. 

It wasn't perfect though. It would be better if Tiran knocked her up. Just the thought of raising a child who was as much of an asshole as Tiran set her body on fire with passion. She would spoil the child, and give him more love then any of her other children. Idly, she took what cum was left and jammed it deep into her pussy. She was fertile today, but it wouldn't be far enough into her though. She needed more from him.

The slut looked at Tiran's cock, and was pleased to find it rising from her antics. She put on her best innocent face, "Please. Please can you fuck your cum deeper into me, maybe shoot more into my womb? It would make me so happy to carry your child."

With an animalistic grunt, the young man grabbed Daisy and threw her onto the bed. He pushed her legs aside and mounted her, sliding his cock as deep as it would go. They both cried out in pleasure of the first penetration. Then the fucking began in earnest. Her sexy white legs waved in the air as he pounded himself into her. A constant stream of grunts and moans accompanied the creaks of the wooden bed frame, and carried out of the broken bedroom door. 

Little did they know that they had an audience.

When he saw Tiran tromping through town with so much determination, Fallon just couldn't keep his curiosity at bay. Stalking carefully behind, he was able to hide behind the bedroom window, out of site from the rest of the town. The conversation amazed him. Fallon prided himself on being the topic of gossip on many of the town girls' lips, but he had never made a man of himself yet. He would have never thought of someone like Mrs. Groben giving herself to a man so carelessly. 


Siege of Graesol Ch. 01



Achingly, he let his cock free of his pants. He paused for a moment, realizing what he was doing, and then felt a little ashamed. Fallon Frost would not be caught jerking off watching his rival. If he wanted the slut, he would take her himself. Luckily there was something he could do about it. With a grin Fallon walked back to his home.

*****

Shana skillfully wove blue and purple flowers into the garland. They would be for her wedding, and so it must be her most beautiful work. She wondered when she would be able to marry Tiran. She was old enough, and she knew they loved each other very much. An old song came to her mind, and she hummed it merrily. She couldn't remember the words, which was fine by her. Shana recalled the song to be very sad, but it had such a happy melody she liked to pretend it was about something more joyful.

The young woman often fancied herself a princess at the side of her handsome prince, Tiran. She was old enough that she should put away such childish fantasies, but she just couldn't let it go. It always brought a smile to her face to think of somewhere nicer then Graesol, like a palace with beautiful porcelain fountains carved to look like cherubs that were spraying water into little ponds full of lush green lilies.

A soft sigh escaped Shana's lips. Her parents would never live in a palace; they were Graesol folk through and through. Thinking of her parents had turned her cheeks a bright shade of pink. She felt so guilty listening to them the last night, but she just couldn't bring herself to leave. The sounds of her mother's moans were enough to moisten her between the legs. 

She remembered when she reached down to feel her little pussy. Shana was amazed at how wet she was, and thought something must be wrong with her. Then her fingernails grazed her clit, and she had to have more. The young woman pushed her ear against the door to listen to her mother's pleasure. 

The light touching became a gentle rubbing, and the rubbing became more frantic. Shana had never done anything like this before, and was shocked at her actions. But she couldn't stop.

Her agile little fingers discovered what her body liked, and gave her exactly what she needed. When her mother started screaming in pleasure Shana experienced her first orgasm. Her nipples rubbing through her night gown on the rough wood, and her fingers buried beneath her silk panties, dripping with her juices. She had to bite down on the shoulder of her night gown to stop from screaming out with her mother, and she fell to her knees as shock waves of pleasure battered her crumpled body.

It was a wonderful experience, and it made Shana wonder when she would be able to make love to her prince. Whenever it happened, she just knew it would be amazing and romantic. And when they finished, he would ask her to marry him. Biting her lower lip, Shana dared to put her garland down, and dip her hands back under her panties. She would only need a few minutes; she could orgasm again like last night, just a few. . .

"AHEM!" came a very loud and very fake coughing sound.

Mortified, Shana pulled her hands away and grabbed her garland, dampening it with her dew. She turned around to see the grinning face of her brother, Fallon. Her face was red as a beet, and she stammered for a moment before yelling, "What are you doing here!?"

"I just wanted to step in and see how my dear sister is doing. Always striving to be proper and ladylike, right? Would you like me to leave you and your hand in privacy?" The stupid grin would not leave his face.

"Oh, you monster. What do you want?" Shana's shoulders were hunched over in defeat, she had been caught and would hear about this for months.

"Well, I come as a messenger actually! My dear friend Tiran has been working with Mrs. Groben to give you a very special surprise." Fallon's smile was all sweetness. Shana didn't trust him. She knew Fallon and Tiran weren't friends, and that her wretch of a brother was always trying to break them up. She could trust Tiran though. If it were a surprise from him it might be a proposal!

Shana put on her would-be marital garland over her auburn hair, and checked her reflection. She looked beautiful, perfect for this moment she's waited so long for. With a smile to her evil little brother, she stepped out the door and skipped to the Groben household.

*****

Daisy had cum over Tiran's cock for the third time, and still he fucked her. He now had her legs bent back until her knees were level with her face. She was letting the bastard kiss her too, that slimy little snail of a tongue invaded her mouth. Daisy moaned into the kiss.

After she had recovered from her orgasm, Tiran pulled her up to her hands and knees, and mounted her from behind. He leaned over her and pressed his face against hers while he rutted with her like a dog.

Occasionally Daisy would glance at the door to make sure no one was watching. Part of her was relieved, but another more powerful part was disappointed. She wanted to be able to tell her oldest daughter that soon it would be over, that she would have fully betrayed Tulip's daddy, and that her belly will be growing with an evil little child that she would love more then any of her other children.

Instead, Daisy just moaned louder, lost in her own wicked thoughts. She heard Tiran began to grunt. Finally he was going to fill her! Just a few more thrusts . . .

A loud wailing sound came from the door, and Tiran stopped. For a moment Daisy was infuriated with her daughter for ruining her impregnation, but then realized the voice was more mature. She craned her neck to see Shana Frost on her knees crying. The poor girl's head was shaking back and forth in emotional agony.

Tiran started to rise off of her disheveled body, and began to speak, but before he could say a word, Shana screamed and ran out the door.

Daisy stroked Tiran's arm, "She's gone, and she's lost to you. There's nothing you can do about that, but you can finish me." Her smile was suggestive and delicious, but all it earned her was spit in the face before Tiran threw on some pants and stalked out after his young girlfriend.

Sighing, the slutty wife lay back down, frustrated. She looked a mess. Her raven hair was matted with sweat, her clothes were torn to shreds, her lace stockings were ripped in several spots. Still her pussy was clenching, trying to drain a cock that was no longer there. Her fingers dropped down to her pussy, and her chest was heaving with desire. She was a bitch in heat, and she needed to be fucked.

"Excuse me. You look like you might need some help," called a polite voice from the hallway. Daisy moaned with excitement, not caring who it was. She looked up, and was surprised to see Fallon Frost there, grinning from ear to ear. 

Daisy couldn't have picked a more perfect stud to finish her off. It would be so great to fuck Shana's little brother after the poor girl was hurt so bad by her actions. It would feel good to have sex with someone other then Tiran, to get revenge on him for what he had put her through. She didn't say a word, just motioned Fallon to come to her inviting body.

Fallon sat down next to her, and smiled a bit shyly. She wrapped her legs around his body, and pressed his hand to her cunt. "Play with me please Fallon. I need you."

He pressed his hand against her pussy, and rubbed it. His inexperience was obvious. Fallon never liked to be insecure, but he stammered "I'm… this is my first time."

"Do you want to give me your virginity Fallon?" Daisy kept his hand pressed against her cunt, while her white lace foot wrapped around and rubbed on his cock. The boy nodded; he could do little else.

"Good. You are old enough to give it to me, but you're not too old to have some of a mother's milk." She softly pressed her hand on Fallon's head and guided slowly him to her large breasts. He moaned into them as her toes dug into his now exposed cock.

The young man's tongue lashed out and licked at the woman's breast. She was still nursing her youngest, and her breasts were sweet with the promise of milk. Fallon felt ashamed and childish, and felt none of the manly self confidence he was expecting. Still, he wanted it badly, and his desire overwhelmed his shame. He wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked, while he lifted his cock to let her fuck him with her foot. After a few moments, the warm sweet fluid slowly came out from her breasts. Daisy kept him there, softly whispering to him, and petting his head. She kept him aroused between her toes. After a few minutes he had his fill.

"There. Now that I've given you my milk, will you give me yours?" Daisy had an evil grin, and Fallon just moaned as this beautiful mother mounted him. The boy had a nice cock, much large then Tiran's, but he stood no chance against this sex-starved woman. Her pussy devoured his cock and drained him dry again and again.

*****

Shana's head was still shaking in disbelief when she arrived at her home. Her heart was broken with betrayal, but she was angrier with herself for misjudging Tiran. The way he was mounting that woman was obscene, with none of the decency or romance she had expected from her prince. Love wasn't supposed to be that way. It was supposed to be gentle and slow, so that the lovers could appreciate every moment. Sobbing into her hands, she bent over her bed and cried.

That's how Tiran found her, on her knees, leaning over the bed with her sweet ass so available to him. Tiran was already horny and on edge, and this sight just made him want his young girlfriend so much more. Seeing her body shake only aroused him further. Still, he wanted her to love him.

"Shana?" Tiran spoke softly, and Shana began wiping her face of tears. She knew it was foolish, but she didn't want him to see her with her make-up running.

Without turning around, "What do you want?" Her voice was all pain and barb.

"I. . ." Tiran didn't know what to say. He considered telling her the truth, but that never did anyone any good. "I think I was bewitched. The lady, Mrs Groben, she was speaking in some strange language, and then my body had a mind of its own." He took her silence as a positive sign, and continued, "It must be the soul magics of the Fenal people. She's probably going to betray us! We should let your father know immediately."

Shana wanted to believe it so much, wanted her prince to shine again with glory, not from a sex induced sweat. She knew it was bullshit, and when she mentioned her father, who was a decent and honorable man, she flew into a rage.

Shana's long nails clawed into Tiran's bare chest repeatedly as she flailed her arms about, screaming like a harpy. Tiran endured it gracefully, until her knee came up and hit him in his ripe balls, sending wave after wave of agony through his abdomen. Surprised by her own actions, Shana backed away slowly. It was too slowly to avoid his hand as he slapped her full force. Her body spun, and she fell face first onto her bed. Through the sting of her face, Shana wondered suddenly why her brother wasn't protecting her. Anger seared her body. Turning around to face her attacker, her eyes shot needles of anger. They softened with fear, however, when she saw the look on Tiran's face.

Ravenous eyes seemed to burn with their own fire as Tiran stared down at his young girlfriend. They were all alone. His hand went to his cock; it was hard despite his wounded balls. He wanted her. He was going to have her.

Knowing she had to escape, Shana tried darting out of the room. Her prince caught her easily in his arms, and threw her light form back onto the bed. Before she could get up to try again, he was on top of her. He pinned her arms behind her back, and pulled her dress over her ass, revealing her soft skin to his hungry eyes.

Shana could do nothing but sob. When her bottom felt the cold chill of the air, she knew she was going to get raped by her sweet prince. Not like this, she thought, It wasn't supposed to be like this. Her thoughts drifted to her sex, which was cold and damp. The chill air was freezing the moisture on her panties she had left earlier. Oh no! He'll think I want it! He won't understand.

Tiran's eyes saw the damp spot, and rubbed her pussy through the panties. It was pleasing to find moisture there. He brought his hand up and licked his finger. "So, you want my cock too huh? You like this you little whore?"

Every bit of Shana's heart wanted to scream denial. She wanted to tell him the truth. She doesn't want this; she's just a bad little girl who plays with herself. But she would rather be raped by her boyfriend and have him think she liked it, rather then have him think she was unladylike. Maybe this was her punishment from the gods for being such a bad girl. Resigning herself to her fate, Shana let her body relax, and prepared to be raped by the man she loved.

*****

When Tiran came to visit again, little Tulip Groben went for a walk in the Ashwood forest. Her daddy once told her that it was called the Ashwood because it had been burnt down three times before, and now all the trees were colored like ashes. She didn't know whether it was true or not, and thought maybe her daddy was telling her stories again, like when he told her the Frost family was royalty, or the Shamus' were criminals.

The wind blew through the trees, kicking up white leaves from the ground to dance with Tulip. She giggled a little and twirled. The Ashwood always made her feel better. Sometimes she would see really neat things, like the purple frog who lived by blood creek. One day she spent all afternoon collecting crickets, then fed them to Mr. Frog one by one. She even had fun when that stupid fox stole her food for her picnic, and she had to chase him all over the place. She started to feel okay, and was glad that she wasn't mad at Tiran any more. She didn't want to be angry when she got back.

The young girl remembered last year when Daddy came up to her.

"I have something for you, Tulip." He said.

"What is it daddy?"

"Well, you're the oldest now, and you know I can't be around all the time. That means that you have to be the protector of our family, all your brothers and sisters, and your mother too. Do you think you can do that?"

She was irritated! "Yes Daddy! What did you get me?"

He pulled out a slim, ash colored crossbow. Tulip gasped, because it was really pretty.

"This is to protect the family. If anyone tries to break in and steal anything, that's the only time you can use this. Okay?"

Tulip thought back to what her father said. Only if someone tries to break in and steal something. She didn't realize it until now, but Tiran was trying to steal her mother away. She didn't know what they did, or why her mother liked him, but she did know that only her daddy was supposed to spend time alone with her mother.

It was time for Tulip to protect her family.

*****

When her panties were ripped out of the way, Shana held her breath. She knew the first penetration would hurt, since she was still a virgin. Long moments passed, and she became anxious. The young woman even wiggled her butt slightly, hoping to get it over with. 

When warm liquid splashed onto her bottom, her heart rejoiced. Tiran must have just spilled his seed on me, and decided not to rape me! 

When she turned around to look she was horrified to find her backside covered with crimson red blood.

A crossbow bolt hung limply from the back left side of Tiran's abdomen. His face was white, and he was in shock. Turning around, he saw little Tulip Groben scamper away. She hadn't even recognized that Shana was in the room before she ran.

"Bitch! You'll pay for this. My father will have your whole family hung!" That was the last of his energy, and he fell to the floor unconscious. The bolt made a squishing sound as he fell upon it, lodging deeper into his abdomen.

Shana was stunned. Part of her wanted to rip the bolt out and stab it into his neck, but almost instantly she was ashamed of herself. Ladies don't do things like that. Also, it's not really her prince's fault. She knew that she was an attractive woman, and men have trouble controlling their urges. He just couldn't help himself, that's why he was going to rape her.

The hem of her dress was red with blood before Shana snapped out of her reverie. Her prince was dying, she realized. That spoiled little girl might have killed him! She needed to save him, despite what he had tried to do. It was the only decent thing. She went to go find doctor Groben on the walls. He would be the only one who might be able to save Tiran.

The cold air of dusk invigorated her, giving her more strength then she knew she had. Bravely, she made her way to find her father or the doctor. Surprisingly, the training grounds were empty. Everyone had left, and in a hurry. She looked up and saw her father standing on the wooden battlements along with the rest of the little army. They were staring at something in the distance. 

She scampered up the stairs of the palisade, and looked out over the horizon, speechless. Thousands of barbarian brutes were marching towards the town. She had never seen so many people in one place before. The ground shook with their marching, and she was afraid the wooden walls would crumble before the army ever arrived.

All eyes were turned to a specific point, and Shana followed their stares. In the center of the army there was a dark woman in a throne being carried by slaves. Even from thousands of feet away, Shana could tell she was beyond beautiful. The young girl who had always thought herself to be the most desirable girl in town fell to her knees in submission.

They were all going to die. 



Siege of Graesol Ch. 02



While all eyes focused on the barbarian horde advancing towards the small town of Graesol, Chala watched the expressions of the men around her, the mercenary group that she now traveled with. They were riddled with fear; she could tell by their wide eyes and slack jaws. Some were even visibly trembling. Her dark green lips rose in an odd little grin. Since her people's eyes slanted downwards at the ends, their expressions would usually look sad. When she smiled, Chala just looked cruel. The men of this land were showing their true nature now. Their fears and weaknesses were bubbling to the surface, just the way they should. It reminded her of home. 

Her crystal blue gaze peered up to the leader of their band, the giant of a man, Hograth. She barely reached his stomach. The large unwashed man in his tattered furs looked like he'd belong better fighting on the side of the attackers. The food he left stuck in his matted grey beard would probably be enough to feed an army for a month. The man chuckled and said something in the language of the slaves, which she never bothered to learn. He put on a brave front, but Chala could smell the fear on him. It was delicious.

"Coward," she said quietly in her own language.

Chala always felt a particular irritation from such people. It was against the natural order of things for the weak to be above the strong. Men were supposed to be submissive, but even in a backward culture like this the strong should lead the weak. This was a flaw in human nature she never understood. Things just didn't work that way in the forests of Obara.

To an outsider, it would look like she was following this man as well, which made her more then a little angry. However, the thought of how she joined the group brought a smile back to her wicked little face.

*****

Weeks ago, Chala had found herself wandering the night skies outside of the Ashwoods, many miles from Graesol. Her skin was the color of a jungle at dusk, but it did not blend in well with the dirty grey trees that surrounded her. The forest had painful memories; she could feel them. There were spirits too. Whether spirits of man or spirits of the wood she did not know, and she never came close enough to find out. Still, it was a forest, and as close to home as she could find.

The scent of slave flesh filled her nostrils, and she let out a soft sigh from her soft lips. It had been months since she had last taken a slave, and for some time now, her desires were consuming her thoughts. Her skin was itching in anticipation under her blackened hunting leathers. There were many of them, and they were unwashed and unclean. It didn't matter. She wanted them all.

She stepped tentatively onto the trail in front of the group of men, keeping her head down so she would not appear aggressive. She let her long, straight black hair fall across the left side of her face, obscuring her features. 

Chala's attention was trained on Hograth, and she could see even then that he was a poor leader. Though she couldn't understand what they were saying, the men were bickering amongst themselves. Several started to advance towards her, and the giant of a leader had to shout to keep them in line. 

Chala spoke softly in the silky language of her people, "One at a time or all at once. It does not matter to me."

The men looked at her, not understanding. They had probably never even heard of an Obaran, much less spoke to one. She looked forward to showing them just what she could do. 

Hograth stepped forward, grinned, and slammed the shaft of his greataxe in the ground before her. He then spun it in a flashy display. The axe blade whirled dangerously close to her face, blowing her hair back and displaying her innocent, dark green features. Chala did not move. 

When his hand came down and touched her head, she just dropped her gaze to her feet, and let him pet her. The stench was almost overwhelming. His finger dropped under her chin, and he lifted her face to look at him. The grin washed away when he saw the expression on her face.

In a heartbeat, Chala's foot lifted high into the air and slammed into Hograth's groin. As the man fell forward, she rolled to the side, and came up wielding her Obaran blade. It was a slender piece of enchanted steel, wickedly curved and sharp on both sides and tip.

The men just laughed at their leader's humiliation, and Chala allowed some of the tenseness in her muscles to relax. A retching sound exploded from the big man's throat as he vomited from the pain. Laughing with the rest, Chala placed her foot on the man's shoulder and pushed him to the ground on his back. She gracefully stepped out of her sandals and stood upon his chest.

To get what she wanted, she knew that she had to make this man give a symbol of his submission to her, so she decided to treat him the way she would a slave at home. She held the sole of her foot above his head, looked down at him suggestively, and licked her lips. The idiot stared at her for a moment, then a spark of understanding hit and his eyes squinted in anger.

Hograth barked out an order, and two men drew steel and moved to attack her. Chala simply held her blade loosely, waiting for the men to move. One, carrying a dagger, moved behind her to a flanking position. The other readied his sword and shield and prepared to engage. Both men were sweating, nervous, afraid. The scent was intoxicating. The mercenary commander underneath her was still yelling incessantly, so Chala put her foot on his face to silence him. That's when the two men attacked.

Chala turned to the man with the dagger, and ducked under his clumsy thrust. She lifted her blade and slid it across his abdomen, spilling his intestines on the ground. Her momentum spun her as she leapt into the air. The second man raised his shield to cover his face, but Chala easily kicked it aside, flipped her blade around, and let it slide cleanly through the man's throat, decapitating him. 

She landed softly back on Hograth's chest. As the two bodies fell next to her, headless and gutless, she raised her green foot again over the big man's face. This time, he said nothing; he just stuck out his tongue and performed his manly duty of licking the sole of Chala's dainty green foot.

The young Obaran giggled as Hograth's wet tongue touched her foot. It was such a feeling of power! Her hot pussy screamed for release, but she would savor this moment first. She let him lick the bottom of one foot, then the other. She fed him her toes, allowing him to suck on them each individually. Chala sighed in pleasure. The big man's eyes closed in response; he seemed to be enjoying himself. It was good to know that she could let this brute of a man know his proper place: on the ground, under her, worshipping her feet. Looking behind her, she was pleased to find a large tent in the man's pants. 

"Good boy!" she cooed in her sylvan language, enticing a moan from him in return. He was better endowed then most slaves.

Chala slipped out of her leathers, revealing her body to the rough men. The lustful tension was thick as they took in her form. Her breasts were small, with hard nipples even darker then her skin. The muscles of her legs and torso held tightly in a way that her leathers could not show. A small, clean black bush was visible between her legs.

Kneeling upon his arms, Chala pinned Hograth to the ground with her light body. She sat upright, and her pussy was just inches from his face. The man had not likely seen a woman in months, and she was practically dripping on him. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, inhaling her scent. When they opened again, they were glazed over with lust.

Giggling, Chala opened the soft folds of her pussy, revealing a bright pink that was in stark contrast to her dark thighs. A drop of her nectar coalesced and fell into the big man's open eye. He didn't even blink; he just accepted her juices with a groan.

The man's face lit up when she lowered her hips, letting her pussy hover just above his face. He stuck out his tongue, desperate for a taste, only to earn a slap from the young woman atop him. When she dipped even closer, he thrust out his tongue again, but she simply moved back and slapped him again. Helplessly, Hograth lay there in overwhelming desire while Chala rolled her hips, just out of his reach. Several more drops of her lust fell onto his face, until he was saturated with her scent. Then, finally, she lowered herself onto his outstretched tongue, and moaned in ecstasy.

For long minutes, Chala rubbed her body against his tongue. Heavy with arousal, she liked the rough feel of his mustache when her clit ground upon it, and how his head was so large that she didn't fully cover him, even when she let herself rest fully upon his face. The big man's face began to turn red, then purple as she cut off his airflow. Even when she lifted off to give him room to breathe he immediately lifted his tongue to taste her more, heedless of his own safety. It was so natural; Chala couldn't contain herself, and screamed out in orgasm. Hograth's face was drenched with her juices, and his own saliva.

A giggle came out of the little Obaran's throat as she leaned over to lick the dew from the man's face. She loved her own taste, like salted melons. After the man had gathered his breathe back, she sat back down upon his face; this time she let his nose slide into the depths of her pussy. Up and down she bucked, as her fingers rubbed her clit fiercely. When his tongue reached up to lap at her bottom, she came even harder. The girl continued to ride his face until her orgasms subsided.

Turning around, she saw the cock throbbing in Hograth's pants. "Oh, I forgot about you! For being such a good boy, I will let you give your essence to me. How does that sound?"

Of course, he didn't understand her, but the painful groan he gave seemed to be approval enough. Spinning around, she let him have her feet again, which he devoured greedily. When his pants were undone, his cock sprung out, throbbing. The tip had a bit of fluid already leaking from it in anticipation. Her hot mouth licked the semen from his head, and she wrapped her lips around the tip of the large organ, while her hands stroked the bottom. In less the ten seconds he was cumming into her mouth, which seemed to be great humor to the rest of his band. Chala didn't spill a drop.

As the warm fluid flowed down Chala's throat, she felt revitalized. In a sense, she was a starving woman who had just taken her first bite of food in weeks. Obarans had the unique ability to sap the strength of those they mated with, stealing their energy. She inhaled deeply while he lowered his head and fell unconscious. It was satisfying, but she was still hungry.

The men around watched in awe. Some were obviously turned on, despite the still lingering smell of fear and death. This pleased Chala, but not everyone honored her properly with their arousal. Frustrated, the dark green girl pointed to a trembling man, soft in the crotch. She smiled evilly and licked her lips, then pointed to the ground near his dead comrades and unconscious leader.

The man's eyes went wide, and for a moment it looked like he would obey, drawn to her like a bug to a lamp. However at the last moment he turned and ran down the forest path, hands and legs pumping clumsily as he tried to escape. Calmly, Chala picked up the dagger from the dead man at her feet, and flung it gracefully. It flew end over end until it plunged deep into the back of the fearful man's neck. He turned stiff as a board then fell forwards, dead.

Turning back with the same malicious grin, she pointed to the next man. His cock grew as she selected him, and he nodded obediently and came to her. Unable to control his own legs, the man tripped to the ground and crawled the rest of the way to her.

This earned a smile from the young Obaran. He wanted her to take him so badly she could smell it. "You're a good boy just like your master, aren't you?"

He rolled over on his back, held his hands behind his head, and waited for her to do as she pleased with him. She ripped off his pants and mounted him, moaning as his hard cock slide into her small, but welcoming pussy. After a moment, she road him viciously until he neared orgasm, at which point she stopped and made him lick her pussy until he calmed down. Repeatedly she would fuck him until he was near release, and then make him worship her pussy, her feet, or her dark breasts. By the end, he was screaming for release. She just laughed and took his cock into her mouth, tasting her sweet juices as he gave his seed, strength, and energy to her as well. Like his leader, the man passed out. 

At that point, it became a free for all. Chala would take one, two, or three men at a time, devouring their essence like a crazed woman. By dawn, she stood triumphantly over this band of men, who slept like mewling babes. Her chest heaved in the after-glow, and she smiled, reflecting on her conquest. These men were hers to take whenever she wanted; they were a reservoir of strength that she could draw upon to feed her hunger and enhance her battle prowess.

Still, she had not accomplished what she came here for. None of these men were allowed to release within her womb, because none of them were worthy to give her the daughter she sought. There were slaves in Obara with stronger bodies and wills then these men. She would find a free man with the strength to give her a child, wherever he may be found.

*****

Dural Frost's eyes narrowed in the dawn light as the archer captain Stalwain approached with his count.

"Twenty-five hundred."

Dural grunted in return. He'd estimated twenty-three. In the past, he'd fought against much larger forces. Of course, at the time he was not stuck with a meager force of two-hundred, most of which were militiamen or lazy sell-swords. The wooden palisade they had constructed around Graesol was beginning to feel less like a fortress, and more like a deathtrap. Of course, he couldn't let the men know he thought so.

"Live with honor, die with glory." He whispered to himself, so that even Stalwain could not hear. They were the words of his old kingdom, Virage, before the birth of the Empire some twenty-five years ago.

The size of the army still shocked Dural. Never has there been a horde this size from the eastern-lands. The lands were always at battle with each other, raiding when they didn't have enough of what they needed, whether it be food, weapons, or women. Occasionally they would slip westward, but never organized like this. If it weren't for the lack of siege equipment, he could almost see this as an army.

The scouts had reported a small band, and thousands arrive. Dural wondered if they had lied, or if this were some trickery by the enemy. Regardless, many tribes had rallied under the Fenal, and these many tribes were once leaderless and squabbled amongst themselves.

Why have you come? What brought you all together? He thought to himself. There was nothing of any real value in Graesol, no hidden treasures or bountiful lands. Strategically, the town was of little import. The townsfolk lived a difficult but simple life-style, and it was enough for them just to get by and to see their children grow.

For a moment, he also wondered what had brought the armies together, but when his eyes focused again on the darkly garbed woman in a throne in the enemy encampment he knew. Her beauty was obvious from here, where just a hint of flesh was visible. The early morning sun seemed to cling to her. He couldn't even see her general features or form; the beauty seemed to radiate from her.

Perhaps it was magic. Virage had magi of the mind, who could read thoughts and manipulate others emotions. Maybe she was doing so to him. It seemed a silly thing to speculate about, and right now there were more important things to consider.

Dural pivoted himself to regard his men. He was a large man, though not so large as Hograth. His strength was evident, and even after years in exile from the Empire's army he still had the tightly woven muscles of his youth, though they were not visible under his chainmail hauberk.

If only they could see the scars this body, perhaps they wouldn't admire me so, he thought. His brows had grown a bushy grey as he approached his declining years; they furrowed in concentration.

Impossibly fast, he whipped the gigantic greatsword off his shoulder, and buried it into the ground. His left hand lifted the war-banner carrying the crest of the Empire. It was an intricate thing, displaying a three-headed dragon on a field of black spewing flames of silver, brown, and green upon a knight, a bear, and a snake, respectively.

Shouts came out from the militiamen.

"For Bearune!"

"Strength and freedom!"

"For love and life!"

Although the platoon of Empire soldiers was silent and stoic as always, Dural was pleased to see that even some of the sell-swords were rousing themselves enough to be inspired. Graesol was once part of Bearune, before the Empire, and Dural found its people emulated the bear on their sigil very well. They were lax in times of peace, but when war was upon them their strength and ferocity were unrivaled.

The men were looking at him, expecting him to say something. He hated this part, even after years of leading armies. It felt dishonest to tell them that they could win against such over-whelming odds, but it was something his men needed to hear and it was him they needed to hear it from. Although the men of Graesol did not know of his past as a general for the Empire and thought him to be a simple soldier, he had led them through numerous barbarian raids, over a dozen in the last decade. But never this.

He wanted to sigh, but on the outside Dural was all grins and confidence.

"Brothers!" he shouted. "We have been through decades together. We have shared love, hate, and had our share of battles. We have watched our children grow to fight by our sides."

Dural nodded respectfully to his son, Fallon, who beamed in return. He continued. 

"When things look grim, you must remember what you fight for. You must remember what is important for you. Fight for your lives, but more importantly, fight for the lives of those you love. Fight for your sons, your daughters, your fathers and mothers, your wives. Fight for them, and no enemy will match your ferocity. Fight for them, and we will win the day, no matter the odds against us!"

When a booming cheer arouse from the soldiers, Dural allowed it to wash over him. The speech was hogwash, he knew. They always were. However, the men needed to hear it, and as the roars washed over him, he realized that he needed to hear it as well.

*****

"Back for more, you whore?"

Daisy Groben moaned in approval of the verbal abuse. It had been half a day since Tiran Shamus had invaded, and then left her home. Most of her time had been spent with fitful rest, interrupted by an unyielding fire in her loins that her fingers alone could not douse. She'd even let her husband make love to her last night; though that only served to frustrate her more. Her husband was just too compliant.

She knelt next to Tiran's bed, and lowered her head submissively, the way he liked. Partly, she felt to blame for his condition. It was, after all, her daughter who pulled the trigger to the crossbow, and Daisy was not stupid enough to think she did not have a part to play in her daughter's apparent anger towards this man. She was actually quite proud of little Tulip, for standing up to this evil man, and protecting her family.

Though she didn't know exactly what happened afterwards, the sexy memory of his young girlfriend, Shana Frost, catching Daisy and Tiran in bed together was still fresh on her mind. The young girl had run away from the sight, and Tiran chased after her. Somewhere along the way, Tulip had followed him and shot him with the crossbow that her husband, Doctor Hal Groben, had given her.




Siege of Graesol Ch. 02



Ironically, it was her husband who kept this young man from dying. It made coming back here a much sweeter experience. "Yes sir. I need more. I had sex again with my husband last night, and he couldn't please me at all." 

She neglected mention that she fucked Fallon Frost when Tiran had left her bed to chase after his distraught girlfriend. That might bruise the asshole's ego, and give her at least some small power over him. What would she do for fun then?

"You fucked your husband even though I forbade it?" His voice was so whiny.

"Yes sir, I was just so horny after you had left me unfulfilled last night; I needed to try and get some relief."

"Did it work?"

"No"

"Do you know why?"

"Because only you can give me what I need."

"That's right, and it's because you're a slut who needs me. You're a dumb slut at that. What makes you think I would let you touch me after your bitch of a daughter tried to kill me?"

She sighed, hoping to avoid this. "I'm sorry on her behalf, Tiran. Please, I'll do anything. Just let me please you again."

"Is your daughter sorry? I don't want you. I want your Tulip here."

My daughter? But she's only ten, Daisy thought. 

She lied, "You can have her when she's old enough. I'll give her to you, whether she wills it or not." If she could barely control her tomboyish daughter now, she definitely wouldn't be able to years in the future. Daisy would never give her daughter to him. Regardless, the idea made her moist pussy even damper.

"I don't want to have sex with her, you useless whore; I want to see her pay for what she did."

Oh Gods, he might kill her!

Too calmly, she replied, "Sir, punish me on her behalf. Pretend I'm my daughter and hurt me so that you feel better. I deserve it." She didn't need to fake the need in her eyes when she looked up to him.

He regarded her for a minute, as if trying to decide whether she was just trying to protect her daughter. In the end, her eyes must have convinced him otherwise, because he grabbed a fistful of her pure black hair, and pulled her up to his cock. Her round ass was sticking up in the air as she undid his britches with her teeth. It was something she was growing very skilled at.

Tiran was not gentle; as soon as his little monster was free, he pulled her mouth over it and flexed, thrusting his cock down her throat. Daisy gagged happily, as usual. As he continued using her mouth, her thick saliva frothed at her lips and slid down his shaft and over his balls.

The brat of a man pulled his cock out of her throat, and held it in front of her head. The veiny little cock was glistening and twitching, just inches from Daisy's face. She looked at it as if hypnotized while she panted, recovering from the abuse Tiran gave her throat. Slowly, his cock moved closer to her until her own saliva rubbed upon her cheek, her forehead, her lips, and her nose. She just closed her eyes and let him mark her. It felt good, but her pussy was hot with desire. She needed fulfillment now more then she could ever remember.

"Did you like that, slut?"

She opened her eyes and gave him an innocent look, "Yes sir. Thank you for fucking my throat."

His grin was evil, "You should be thanking me for letting you wet my cock. Do you think its wet enough?"

For what? She wondered, but she was afraid she already knew. She simply nodded.

"You lucky woman! I'm going to take your ass. No one's ever done that for you, have they?"

She shook her head no.

"Good, you get to give another part of yourself to me. Don't you think I should be the first one to fuck your ass?"

"Gods yes, I do sir." It was the truth. She would rather have his slim cock in her ass then anyone else's. Truthfully, she would have gladly given herself to him even if he had the largest cock in the Empire. Letting him rip her apart was a small price to pay for the pleasure she got in stroking this undeserving little worm's ego.

He smirked. "I've heard it hurts. I was planning on this being a punishment to you, but I have a feeling you're going to enjoy it anyway."

She was more worried that it would get her even hornier, and that she would be left without relief. That would be the worst torture she could imagine.

Resigned to her fate, Daisy put her face down on the bed and wiggled her panty-covered ass as an offering to Tiran. He forcefully ripped them off her the way he normally did, and positioned his slick cock against her rosebud. It would not go in without some force, and when it finally began to slide in, she wanted to scream. Instead, she opened her mouth and bit down hard on his pillow.

"Does it hurt? Good. You deserve this for giving birth to that bitch of a daughter, and for opening your slutty legs to that husband of yours."

Daisy wanted to affirm all of this, but her jaw clenched tight against the pillow. Instead, she moaned her agreement.

As Tiran's cock continued to push deeper and deeper into her, it felt to Daisy that this might never end despite his small size. Finally, she felt his balls smack against her pussy lips and let out a sigh of relief. Panting, she actually felt proud of herself for taking this little prick all the way inside of her. Then the painful fucking she so deserved began.

Tiran grabbed onto her dark hair and let himself pull out of her slowly, only to thrust back in with as much force as his wounded body could muster. He did it again. She screamed. He did it again, and she began to sob. Daisy hoped her defeat would soften the wretch of a man, but if anything, her sobs made him fuck her harder.

It wasn't until she was too tired to cry anymore that she realized she began to enjoy it. Her wails turned into moans, and Tiran's pounding was relentless.

"Please sir, can I finger my self? I love getting fucked up the ass by you so much!"

He stopped, and she was desperately afraid he was done.

"You like this then? Well you should be happy. You're going to get it in your slutty cunt now. I want to see your belly swell with my child." His grin was triumphant.

Me too, you pathetic bastard. Please give me your bratty child!

"Clean me first." He lifted his dirty cock to Daisy's lips, and she could smell herself on him. Normally, the thought would have disgusted her, but she was far beyond caring.

Just when she was taking him into her mouth, the sound of footsteps came. 

"Tiran? Are you there? I came to visit you, and I wanted to apologize for what happened." The voice belonged to Shana Frost.

*****

The harsh wind slapped Dural painfully in the face. After all these years, the wailing sound still reminded him of battles long past, where he picked over the dead for supplies. He'd even done so after he became a general, so he would never forget the consequences of his actions. The gust blew west to east, as usual. He turned to face the Ashwoods. How could such an ungodly wind come from a forest? It was unnatural.

When the next gale hit, an unattended quiver of arrows was lifted up into the grey sky by the updraft and flung over the walls of the palisade. The weather was going to make his archers less effective. It was an ill omen.

The moaning of the wind grew to a crescendo, and to Dural's ears, it seemed that the sound was no longer coming from the forest. He turned his head slowly, until his vision trained upon the dark woman who seemed to be leading this barbarian force. She held her arms raised high as she walked forward, towards the town. Her hair whipped about wildly, but she seemed otherwise unaffected. With debris swirling around her, she looked every bit the deity: a goddess of storms sent to destroy this humble town for crimes unknown.

Beside her walked six cloaked figures, three to each side. They wore grey garb, and black, feminine veils covered their faces. Their clothes flowed smoothly with their walk, completely unmoved by the fierce weather. Dural guessed they were counselors of some sort, some kind of shaman or druid, most likely. Most of the barbarian tribes were superstitious, and reveled in mysticism. The Fenal people before him were rumored to be even more so. Still, the way the wind seemed to avoid them suggested. . .

The woman and her followers stopped just outside of arrow range.

Dural mused, So they want to speak do they? Let's see what this bastard of an army wants.

He'd need a representative from each group. Quickly, he spoke with the lieutenant of the Empire's soldiers, a man by the name of Carth. He showed the professionalism that the newly trained Empire soldiers were known for; he simply nodded at his squads and accompanied Dural. 

This one isn't a leader. He's too stiff. Dural knew the type. Carth would be dutiful, but when things went awry, as they often did, would he be able to make the right decisions? Would he be quick enough? He didn't have time to give more then a passing concern.

The mercenary captain was a different matter altogether. When he approached the band of the White Raven, Hograth seemed frightened. It was very odd looking on a man with such a massive frame. When Dural approached him, the man mumbled gibberish.

"We're not paid enough for… too many… evil storm!" He was gesturing wildly at the dark woman waiting outside the city, with the wind still swirling around her.

Dural wondered what could have set the man off. When he had first offered services to the town, Hograth seemed full of confidence and bravado. Ever since the hunting escapade, his lust for life seemed to be lost. So did the liveliness of the men who served under him, except for the young, green woman named Chala that they brought back with them. She trained and fought as if she would never tire, and out of all of his years of soldiering, Dural could not remember seeing a quicker blade.

He knew little about the Obarans--folk tales and children's stories, mostly. Some claimed they were evil; some stories put them in league with the good forest creatures. He didn't really think any of the stories were true, until that shocking moment when she strolled in along with the White Ravens with an odd little grin on her beautiful lips. Dural half expected to see a unicorn and a band of musical pixies come along after her.

Despite the surprise amongst the whole city, not much more would be learned. She did not speak the same language, and showed no interested in learning. Hograth claimed that she saved them from bandits, and although Dural wasn't willing to trust her entirely, that was enough for him. They needed every hand they could get.

Now he had half a mind to take Chala with him, but the hungry look that she was giving him was suspicious. Instead, he grabbed Hograth by the quivering arm and led him out of earshot.

"Listen! I won't have you spreading that rubbish to my men as well. If you're afraid, you keep your damn mouth to yourself! Do you hear me?"

Wide eyed, Hograth just nodded.

"Good," Dural continued, "Now we are going to speak to her. And I need you to represent your group as well. If you don't feel comfortable talking, you can keep your trap closed. Alright soldier?"

Again, a fearful nod was all the response he got. With that, Dural, Hograth, and Carth strode out to meet the invaders.

As usual, Dural took into account the faces of those he intended to parley with. In the case of the grey robed figures, they wore veils to hide their face, so he studied their forms instead. They were indeed all women, and young from the looks of it. Firm breasts pressed against their silken garb.

The grey clothing the wore was more intricate then he might of imagined. Runic designs were etched in golds, silvers, and cobalts, and each dress had its own style. One even reminded him of the palace in Virage where he had served for some time. The clothing hid most of their skin, with only their ears, neck, hands and feet exposed. It was enough to be shocking.

One girl had flesh that seemed so pure it would make angels envious. It appeared as pale as porcelain, but with a hint of rose color where her life flowed through her. Dural's loins stirred, and he briefly wondered what shape the flower between her legs might take before he forced himself to look away.

Another's skin was wrinkled and blackened, as if her beauty had been burned away, or ripped from her. Open sores were visible on her hands and feet, but milky white pus seeped out of them instead of blood. The same substance oozed from her ears, and dripped down her neck to either side of her chin, as if her weeping tears were made of the foul stuff.

The others seemed more moderate. All had aspects of great beauty and great hideousness fighting with each other, but never anything in between. They were inexplicably lovely and disgusting at the same time. Yet, for all their strangeness, it was the dark woman who led them that demanded Dural's attention.

She had a cold expression on her face, but her features were as fine and as flawless as possible. Her hair was a golden yellow that contrasted deeply with her black robes. The steely blue eyes that held his stare seemed to be portals to a different world—someplace wonderful, and magical, and above all, terrible. Dural suddenly felt very cold.

"Desdemona." She simply stated her name, yet her voice seemed to reverberate in his ears, as crisp as glass. It made him feel dizzy and out of place.

Dural remembered himself. "Dural, Hograth, Carth." He nodded to his companions in turn. "We defend the peaceful town of Graesol, and we ask your purpose here in our humble presence."

Indeed, Dural had never felt as humble as when he stood before Desdemona. She was a hand and a half smaller then him, but seemed to stare down at them anyway, even Hograth. It's not fair that she should have to look up to me. I should be kneeling before such a beautiful creature. He shook the thought from his head, but instinctively lowered his gaze to her feet, even as his cock began to rise.

"My strong, brave men—I do not wish to harm you, or your precious city. I only wish to take the one thing I need, then go away. Isn't that reasonable?"

Yes, it's very reasonable!  He paused for a moment. Wait. I don't even know what she wants yet.

The ex-soldier looked over to his comrades. Hograth had stopped trembling. Apparently this woman's beauty had been enough to sooth him. If so, he was more at ease than Dural. 

Carth seemed to be having the worst of it. His rigid military discipline demanded that he not lower his eyes to his enemy, but Desdemona met his stare with her own. It was a terrible thing, all ice and steel. A trickle of sweat ran down the side of Carth's damp face, but he forced himself to be calm.

The lieutenant was very relieved when Dural spoke up, stealing Desdemona's attentions. "What is it that you wish, my Lady?"

"Not yet. First, I need to know that I have all of your trust before I let any of you know what you can give me. Kneel before me."

Almost instantly, Hograth was on his knees. His ugly face staring up at her with adoration, as if she were his savior. Dural could understand; it felt natural that he should kneel to such a woman. No, more than a woman, she was a goddess.

Beside him, Carth dropped to his knees heavily, like the burden of the world was resting upon his shoulders. He could no longer stand it, and had his face in the ground near Desdemona's perfect feet. Little puffs of dust rose whenever he exhaled.

It was irresistible; the need to give in was too strong. His chainmail hauberk was too heavy on his shoulders. Dural was the victor of two dozen battles, and never the loser. Kneeling didn't mean he had lost, did it? He didn't know, nor did he even care anymore. With as much grace as he could muster, he knelt on one knee and bowed his head, like a knight supplicating himself into her service.

This seemed to please her, and her voice had a smile to it. "A single woman is all I want. I have discerned that she is here, in this town, and I will have her. It can be bloodless, if you wish. Permit me to enter the city, find the woman I need, and I will leave you to your peaceful lives."

Yes. That's fair. One woman will be chosen, and the rest of us will go free. Whoever gets to go with Desdemona I will be envious of; they will be able to look upon her every day.

A thought kept up from the back of Dural's mind. A secret that he was sworn to protect. Nameless faces danced before him, one with cherry hair, and another young girl with strawberry hair. It was a mix between her mother's hair and his own. He loved them both very much. They gave him the courage to fight on.

"My lady, who is the woman you are looking for?"

She glared down as if she would slap him, but her expression softened. "From now on, you will speak only when spoken to. However, I will answer your question. The blood of the Empire runs through one of the women here. It is she whom I search for."  

Saleena! His mind shouted his wife's name, and then nothing mattered except the protection of his family. Lightning fast, he leapt up and whirled his blade around to strike. As the blade came down, he saw a hint of surprise on Desdemona's stone cold face.

*****

Tiran had barely finished stuffing Daisy Groben into the closet when Shana walked into his room. A sheen of sweat covered his body, and the wound that bitch of a girl Tulip caused him stung with his efforts. Part of him worried that he did not make it in time.

Shana fretted. "What are you doing up? Oh you look terrible, come back to bed." 

With you? Gladly! He kept his smirk to himself.

Gingerly she grabbed a washcloth from the water basin near his bed and began rubbing his body with it. The water was cool, and Shana's touch was feathery light. Goose pimples were soon covering his flesh.

"I'm so sorry. . ." Her voice trailed off.

Tiran was genuinely confused. "For what?"

"For what happened to you." Her head dropped to his chest, "Oh, it's all my fault. If I hadn't fought you so much, maybe Tulip wouldn't have got the wrong impression."

"Wrong impression?" I was trying to rape you, idiot girl! What could she have gotten wrong?

"I thought you were dead, and that I would never see you again. I should have never fought you. I've wanted to give myself to you anyway." Her hand rubbed down his chest, and twiddled with the damp blond hair around his belly button. "Tiran, I love you. I want you to be my first."

"I love you too. And you're right; it wasn't smart to fight me. You should have let yourself have what you really wanted."

"I can make it up to you." She knelt on the bed with him, and turned her back to him while she unlaced her bodice. "There are barbarians outside. Lots of them. I'm afraid this will be the last chance we have."

"Then let's make it matter."

"Wait. First you have to promise me that you will not see that old cow Daisy anymore."

"Of course I won't. Why would I need her when I can have you?" He smiled. The lies were flowing easily from him today. Besides, he might be dead before he ever gets a chance.

This seemed to please her. She stood and let her dress fall to the floor, revealing her naked back in all its glory. Her body was well formed, and some freckles dotted her lower back. Tiran liked that. Slowly, she turned. Her eyes were downcast, and her arms covered her breasts. The redness in her cheeks was growing, matching her strawberry hair perfectly. He beckoned her to him.

The sway of her hips made Tiran's cock twitch. It was still hard from his time with Daisy, just moments ago. She sat upon his lap, and he pulled her arms from her breasts, taking a moment to appreciate them. Shana blushed harder and turned her head. A hand reached up and grasped her chin, pulling her back into a long, slow kiss.




Siege of Graesol Ch. 02



While they kissed, he heard a small wrestling sound from the closet. Shana didn't seem to notice. 

I have to do something about her.

"Shana, making love is about touch, and feelings. It is stronger with the other senses denied. I want this to be special for you." She just nodded her consent.

Tiran grabbed a clean towel from under the washbasin, and wrapped it around Shana's eyes and ears. She affirmed that she could not see, and he lifted her petite, pliant body, and placed her face down on the edge of the bed.

"Do you love me?" he asked.

"More than anything," came the gasping reply from the blindfolded woman who could barely hear him.

"Good, because this might hurt." Before she had a chance to respond he thrust himself into her with one powerful motion. The scream of pain that followed was arousing. 

I've taken your cherry from you, 'my love'.

He went slower from there, letting himself slide out and back in—just fast enough to keep himself hard. She was tight, especially in comparison to that slut Daisy. He was going to enjoy this immensely.

First, he wanted to get Daisy out of the room. Tiran gestured towards the closet, and Daisy began to squirm her way out. She was making noise, but to cover it, he pounded himself into Shana harder, making the bed creak. The young girl began to sob as he used her sex, just as she asked him to.

Finally, Daisy made it out into the open while he fucked his sobbing, blindfolded girlfriend. However, instead of leaving, the slut wrapped her arms around him and kissed him! He would have slapped her, if he didn't think it would alert Shana. 

When Tiran stopped moving within her, the young girl asked, "Tiran? Why did you stop?"

The lie came quick to his lips. "I was worried for you, my love. You sound like it is hurting you."

"It. . . It does hurt, but I want you to continue. I'll get used to it. Please?"

It'd be a lot fucking easier if that old cow I promised never to fuck weren't running her hands all over my body!

That gave him a better idea. He felt absolutely wicked. "Love, I'm going to give you something softer, so that you can enjoy it."

He grabbed onto Daisy's hand, and guided it towards his blindfolded girlfriend. The elated grin he received from Daisy matched his own. Perhaps they had more in common then he cared to admit.

The effect was almost instantaneous. "Ohh… Oh, gods Tiran! That feels so good!"

While Daisy expertly manipulated her rival's pussy, Tiran slid himself into the slut's waiting pussy. He felt her shudder underneath him as she tried not to let any sound go. She was desperately horny, and he could understand. Watching his girlfriend squirm on this slut's fingers was almost too much. 

Tiran put his hand to Daisy's mouth, and she bit down on his fingers to keep from screaming. His girlfriend, however, was free to let go.

"I love you I love you I love you. Oh gods you are so good with your hands. Ohhhh Tiran!" Her talk was becoming babble. She was getting close to cumming, he could tell.

Meanwhile, he thrust himself up into Daisy as roughly as he could, and she was chewing on his fingers as if they were jerky. It hurt, but he didn't give a fuck. He just thrust into her harder.

When Shana yelled out that she was cumming, Daisy bit down hard on his fingers, locked in her own orgasm. It was more than Tiran could handle. He pulled out of Daisy and shot stream after stream of his cum onto his girlfriend's ass, which dribbled down to her pussy, and onto the slutty hand it was writhing on. 

"Thank you Tiran. That was so wonderful. Better then I thought it could be." It was a little disheartening to think that Shana wouldn't be saying that if he had just finished her off with his cock.

Daisy raised her hand to her mouth and licked his seed from her fingers. Tiran's own hand was bleeding where she had bitten him. In return, he grabbed her hair and pressed her face into Shana's ass. Dutifully, Daisy licked his seed from her ass, and from the reddened lips of her recently popped cherry.

*****

Dural's sword swing was true, but a sudden gust of wind caused his blade to turn at the last instant. It struck, but only a glancing blow against her arm. For a moment, Dural felt ashamed that he had damaged such a beautiful arm. Then chaos broke lose. 

Chanting began amongst all the women surrounding him, and three of them focused on Carth. He seemed to be fighting against his own right hand, which appeared to have a mind of its own. It held a dirk pointed towards Carth's face. He tried to force it away with his left hand, but it was no use. The soldier screamed as the tip of the blade slowly sank into his eye. Blood and jelly dripped down his face, and the blade continued to press inwards, long after Carth was dead.

Hograth seemed enamored with two of the more beautiful figures; he took turns kissing one of their beautiful feet, then the other. Dural wanted to wake him from his stupor, but he had more troubling things to worry about.

Desdemona stared at him intently while blood soaked the black garments of her arm. He couldn't move; she had him under some sort of a trance. Dural held his blade in front of him, ready to strike once he could break free. He concentrated on it, and on his desire to save his family, but nothing seemed to work. One of the grey women was coming towards him: the ugly one.

An incredibly strong updraft knocked the sword from Dural's hands, and sent it flying straight up into the air, end over end. As it came down, he realized it was going to sink into his paralyzed body.

After all my battles, this is how I die? No!

His instincts kicked in just before the blade came down, and he broke the spell. Quickly, he grasped the hilt of the blade, and used its momentum to thrust at the grey woman next to him. The blade sank into wet, sappy flesh. Her death wail was hideous, but Dural didn't stay to listen to it. He ripped the greatsword from her body, sending a shower of pus into the air. Then he ran.

He ran until he was behind the safety of the walls.

*****

Author's Note:

Thank you all for reading the second chapter of this story. It is tentatively set to be a five part series, so hang in there. I write slowly! This is my first attempt at erotic fiction, and I appreciate all feedback. Please don't forget to vote!