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Warriors of Xel

By: Xelain_lover



Jorvais and his men had themselves sprawled leisurely around the table. Jorvais at the head, with Elcan, and Reerdon to his left, and on his other side Damian and Orilios were appraising the various women around the tavern. 

Jorvais could imagine sinking the lithe raven haired girl on to her knees and coaxing her to take his long thick shaft in her sweet mouth. His length stiffened slightly, and the thought of her locking her eyes on to his, and swirling her tongue around his cocks fat bulbous head . He wanted to tie her hands behind her back, and finger her pussy while he let others watch her wanton and lusty whimpers fill the room. Then he'd bend her over, guiding his cock to her tight dripping channel and slide in his thickness, millimetre by millimetre. He'd rock back forth, building a slow grinding rhythm. He wanted to hear her groans, he'd circle her clit until she was on the edge. He'd surge into her, slapping his aching heavy balls, her tight little channel would ripple and milk his enormous cock helplessly, and as she came he'd roll and pinch her nipples to make her make as much noise as possible...

"I'll wager that Jorvais can tumble the tall raven girl he's been covertly eyeing since we arrived, before you can get the fat wench behind the bar to smile at you." They all momentarily looked at one another, 

"Reerdon" he grinned wickedly. 

"Wager what exactly?" his interest piqued.

"Let the girl decide, since she'll be the prize." Jorvais grinned lecherously rubbing his hands together.

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Across three large wooden tables, Aliyah stood quickly when she saw the Xelian warrior push his chair back and stand. He'd exchanged some words with his companions --his eye's never leaving her-and then began to stalk around the tables toward her. 

The three of them had been following her with their eyes since she'd entered the tavern. Bending down quickly to one of her female companions she whispered, "I will meet you back at our lodgings." 

Jorvais saw the exchange and frowned. She looked like a startled Deer. Her brilliant green eye's retreating as she began backing away, and then suddenly she leapt over an empty table, and rushed past his comrades table and out the door. 

He swung bewildered beyond his senses to the bar, to see Reerdons advancement. He ground his teeth in cold fury when he saw Reerdon handing a pouch of coin to the bloated old hag. At first she scowled in distrust at him, but when her greedy hands opened the pouch and found silver, she screeched in delight and yanked his entire upper body across the bar top, and pressed his alarmed face into her wrinkly bosom.

Trembling slightly, he returned and seated himself in his down. Damian and Orilios couldn't contain their hilarity any longer and guffawed long and loud to themselves. A fresh round of drinks were delivered to the troop 'free of charge', they all cast eye's over to the bar, and the woman waggled her eye brows at Reerdon in what was supposed to be amorous way. It set them off again, and they were stamping their feet and banging their fists on the table, even Jorvais couldn't help himself when he saw the colour leaving his friends alarmed face.

"Maybe you could learn something from that." 

Reerdon smiled smugly at Jorvais. "What on earth did you do to make her run off like that?" 

Jorvais downed his ale, and shrugged in bemusement. 

"She must have caught a whiff of your breath." Orilios supplied unhelpfully, laughing at his own wit until Jorvais partially rose and extended his fist.

He watched Damian keeping his silence with his look of mock innocence. Jorvais scowled at him. 

"Deloran." 

Orilios choked and spat out his drink, stunned faces stared at him in disbelief. Jorvais however snarled and looked ready to beat them all.

"You mean to say she's a mercenary."

"Probably not hired at the moment judging from her company, but I'd say so yes." Damian leaned back in his chair and smiled at them all serenely. 

"You knew she would take one look at me sitting with the lot of you, spotting the crest on Ori's breast plate and you let me approach her." Damian refused to be cowed by the Jorvais' larger and taller frame. 

"Yes." He grinned up at him. 

Jorvais was standing over him ready to pull his tongue from his mouth, when Reerdon stood quickly and pulled him back and told him to sit down.

"There's no way she'd have pulled a blade on you in here. Too many soldiers for a start, not to mention her kind are outlawed in this part of the city."

Jorvais decided to let it go. "Atleast you lost an entire pouch of silver." Reerdon grunted at this fact and reluctantly went back to the bar to order more ale. Oblivion was called for...

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Aliyah waited longer than 3 hours before going back to join her obviously by now, inebriated friends. She was surprised they hadn't returned. She sighed and was forced with the decision that she'd have to find them herself.

She walked down the long street, dodging horses and armoured warriors, blatantly ignoring the sleazy looks from a lot of them. She was taller than most of the women she'd met and was slim, with long legs. She was not however a delicate thing. She had strong legs from riding, and strong arms from duelling. 

She'd been a soldier once, like these warriors. It wasn't their fault she and her friends had been forced to flee their city, but they were a long way from home and where they'd started 2 years ago. 

She'd taken a risk following her friends to this part of the city. She had worked as a mercenary a few times. Never being the aggressor, but these warriors and commanders didn't seem to notice the difference. Her colouring wasn't that different from these people, but it was her dark clear green eyes that would give her away if she were challenged. 

Aliyah tugged at the annoying skirt she'd donned, to as not be appear a threat. As she trudged back toward the tavern, her feet dragged. She hoped to the Goddess that those fools had left. Pushing her way through the fold of bodies, the sight she found made her groan...

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Her hair was loose now and she was wearing a black wrap skirt, and a long sleeves black cotton top. The V was not immodest but gave a keen eye a hint at what lay beneath, it also accentuated the graceful arch of her neck. She had a slightly angular face, with high cheek bones and a slightly pointed chin. 

*Aliyah inherited her father eyes, so her mother had told her as a child. She hadn't known her for long enough. When she was 8, the bitch sent her away because there simply hadn't been enough food to keep her and her younger brother fed. So she'd been the one to go. A fact she'd never forgiven.

At eight years old she'd initially been trained to sew, and cook but her temper got the better of one day when a boy several years older than her started to pick on her one afternoon. 

Two of the keeps guards had followed the noise and found this tiny slip of a girl flogging a boy a lot taller and nearly double her weight. They'd sought out her minder, and convinced her to let Aliyah join the boys and one or two of the older girls in weapons training. In Deloran there was honour for women who fought.

10 years passed and Aliyah had never gotten picked on again. Her comrades became her family, and they all looked after one another. When she turned 18 she was set in charge of her troop of 200; a year later she'd been forced to endure her first battle; 2 years after of near constant war, her city had been invaded and burnt to the ground. Most of the civilians had escaped and sought shelter in the neighbouring lands. Like Amenia, Elania, here too in Xel.*

Having a large pitcher of ale in her hands, she approached the rowdy table with apprehension. They hadn't spotted her when she'd entered, but now she surveyed her drunken friends with what would've been amusement, if they had chosen their companions more carefully.

If they'd been mere soldiers she would not have bothered, but she knew rank when she saw it and everyone of them held it. 

Reina looked up and jumped from one of the warriors laps to throw her arms around her. 

"Aliyah you look so different! And your hair, you look sooo pretty." Aliyah endured her friends' foolish exclamations by grinding her teeth. She'd tell her off later, but she could see after she'd been released no harm had been done. 

"Introductions!" a deep male voice enthused.

"Right," Reina piped up, "This gorgeous man here is Orilios". By this she meant the one with piercing blue eyes, next she pointed to who Mari was straddled across, "this is...eh?" She looked to him for help and he took over the introductions for her.

Damians' eyes were also blue, but warmer and they smiled at her in appreciation. 

'Trust Mari to get her hands on the gorgeous one,' she thought wearily.

She hadn't been listening to a single thing being said until, her eyes roved to the man she'd sprinted from. 

' She was beautiful', Thinking to himself as he smiled brilliantly at her before Reina pushed her forcefully into his arms. 

Ali, however scowled and was about to leap from his grasp when Reina chimed in with a plausible excuse.

"Sorry Ali, there's no more seats, and anyway I wouldn't complain." Ali was stunned into silence, and she turned to look into his eyes. He was all white teeth, dimples and solid muscle. Her insides coiled in sexual attraction.

The drink flowed and she started to relax. When Jorvais talked, his lips were close to her ear and she shut her eyes when goose bumps rose across the back of her neck, and a delicious shiver went down her spine.

She wondered if he could feel the blade she'd wrapped to the side of her leg, or the one at her side. It was later when she felt, a stealthy hand sliding against her skin that relieved her of her weapon, did she get her answer. His hand came around her middle, pulling her against rippling muscle and his other hand gently clasped her free hand. It all looked very natural but Damian caught her eye, and gave her an understanding shrug, repositioning Mari, he raised his mug to her and drank deeply. 

She tightened again when she tried to pull her hand from his grasp. He leaned in and brushed his stubbled chin against her ear. His baritone sent an ache straight to her groin.

She hadn't even listened to him, she just wriggled on his knee. She could feel her pussy getting wet, and then his voice registered. 

"Aliyah, I said you may have them back once we are out of the tavern. None of us mean any of you any harm. You however should have known better than to come armed into this part of the city." 

'The gall of him', she thought until he shifted her again, and she was sitting on one leg and she had to stifle a moan.

As she straddled his leg he deliberately moved so as her pussy rubbed along his leg. He could feel the heat their through his trousers and he wouldn't be surprised if she was already wet. The other two could share their girls, because Jorvais would be damned if anyone else was going to impale her before he did. 

His fingers found their way under her top again, and he caressed her soft skin. His palm stretched the span of her stomach, monitoring the other girls advanced stages of intoxication. He was free to nuzzle her neck. Aliyah guzzled her ale, and once she'd finished hers, she picked up his and downed the contents. Watching her efforts, amused he pressed his lips to her neck. 

"Reerdon, it's once again time to pay your lovely lady a visit."

Mari began to cackle and Jorvais laughed heartily at Reerdons' disgust. Forlornly he rose to his feet, but not understanding Aliyah frowned at him in confusion. 

She had a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach and she knew from experience her instincts were never off. Reina was going to get the fucking she'd been moaning about for the last 3 weeks, and Mari, well from the look on Damians face, he could charm a girl into do doing anything he wanted. He caught her staring at him again, and this time winked at her. She felt Jorvais rumble in amusement behind her. 

Aliyah turned her blushes and looked away. Jorvais started moving his leg up and down, he could feel the damp from her pussy and he locked eyes with Damian once again. 

'Maybe she'd enjoy an audience', he thought.

Ali whimpered, as deep inside her pussy ached. She'd started to ride his thigh without even realising it. When he moved his leg, it sent a zing all through her and she now trembled slightly...

It had been too long since she'd been with anyone and she was willing to beg this man to take her. 

"Would you like me to lick your pussy for you Reina?" She heard Orilios ask a very horny Reina. Ali shut her eyes and shuddered to what Reina might say in response. Whatever she decided to say, Ali knew from previous experience it would undoubtedly be pure filth.

She smiled back at him fiendishly, and thoughtfully surveyed the table for a moment. Licking her lips she fixed them on Elcan and responded. "I'd be more than happy for you to lick my aching, tight pussy." 

Elcan felt his shaft throb in anticipation. He knew an invite when he saw one. Reina would fit into Xel well. Orilios smiled darkly at her, and Reina never one to be cowed or intimidated, threw her back and shouted. 

"Oh boys, I can't wait!"

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Closing time came too soon, and we all wondered down the street. We got to one of main buildings and passed several guards outside the entrance. The place was alive with chatter, women's laughter and men in various states of dress.

Mari and I exchanged nervous glances and I stopped on my heels. 

Taking her hand, I rounded on Damian and Jorvais who had been walking behind. I took a deep breath and swallowed. Facing the two of them down, I instinctively took a step back. My eyes flickered on our surroundings, and wondered how I would get us out of here if things were to turn nasty.

"What's wrong Ali?" Damian took a small step forward looking slightly concerned.

"Reina may be into gang bangs and all sorts but Mari and I do not do multiple partners!" My voice rang down the corridor and stairwell.

"That's just as well because I have no intention of letting another near, the only cock you'll be banging tonight gorgeous, is mine." Hearing Jorvais' dark and frank words made me flush and my pussy clench. I was stunned into silence. I'd never been spoken to like that by a man before and it made me hotter than I could've imagined. I knew if I thought about it too much, my core desires would shame me beyond redemption.

"Damian?" Mari asked timidly.

"Honestly little flower, if one of the others had expressed an interest to watch me pleasuring you I'd have acquiesced, but you are mine for this night to pleasure, and on my honour no other shall lay a hand on you..." He brushed past me caught her in a kiss that I imagined would be making her toes curl. I couldn't tear my eyes from them.

Damian threw me a backward glance and swept Mari into his arms and carried her giggling up the stairs.

Jorvais frowned angrily, unimpressed by the interest Ali was showing in Damian. He'd satisfy his anger by coercing her into sucking Damians' cock, while he took her pussy. That however, would be much later...

Startled, Ali saw the dark look on his face and thinking she'd made him angry, made her cream even more. "This way..."

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He steered her down a long corridor to a much quieter part of the building. His chambers were at the very end of corridor, and once he'd unlocked the door and ushered her inside, she looked around impressed. The burgundy rugs covered the floor breaking up the stone, and the large balcony draped in black curtains, certainly set the place off. For a moment, she eyed the balcony; her wicked imagination visualising the possibilities. 

She risked a quick look over and gasped. A broad warrior two stories down, and across in another building, was busy pounding a pretty red head over the railing. He was wearing full armour. He had his cock shuttling in and out of the girl while her eyes were scrunched tightly shut, and from the way she was moving she was in the middle of excruciating rapture. 

The soldier suddenly looked up and caught me. Arrogantly he lifted a hand and saluted me.

'I watched her pale small pointy breasts bobbing up and down, Jorvais came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "You like to watch?" He stated. I felt my face flush. I was too mortified to move. The warrior bellow grinned at me again wickedly, enjoying my predicament.

The girl sobbed below when her warrior slowed his thrusts. She had been just on the edge. I felt Jorvais pulling up my skirt and I struggled for a moment, and then froze caught in the warriors evil grinning gaze. 'The pair of bastards', I groaned.

He murmured his approval when he felt no under things. My shaved pussy was on show and I whimpered as he tortured me with the barest of caresses against my lips. 

"Please..." I whimpered.

I'd never begged anyone for anything in my life, and now here I was being masturbated for a total stranger. 

He slid his index finger between my sticky wet folds and found my clit. I jumped and gasped when he touched it. Jorvais rumbled his amusement in my ear. My knees were giving way, but he locked my arms to my side and held me up. He then threaded his knee between my legs to stop me from closing them. 

"Beg me Aliyah. Beg me and I may let you cum."

His words horrified me, and he chuckled when a gush of cream trickled from my pussy. Despite his words, he started on my clit again, in tight little circles. All my senses were honed in on that one delicious spot and without any other stimulation I'd climax a lot sooner. The girl bellow was pleading and sobbing to cum. Her shrieks were drawing quite a bit of attention. My back arched as I climbed higher and higher, my pussy was ready to explode.

"Remember, you won't cum unless you beg..." His voice alone upped my heat and I sobbed. I was nearly there. I knew he'd stop. He wanted to hear it, and by the minute the girl bellow was getting louder and louder. The warrior was still watching me grinning. He stopped mid-thrust for a second, and then shoved in hard making the poor girl scream. 

"Please." I whispered a harsh tortured whisper. "I'll do anything you want, just please let me cum."

He groaned and I felt his massive bulge press forward into my ass. He kept to his word, and pressed more firmly on my button. Just as I was about to crest, he yanked up my shirt and twisted my nipple. I cried out, louder than I'd ever have wanted to. The girl bellow looked up at me in astonishment. Her warrior had decided it was her turn, and he began thrumming her clit and riding her hard. 

Her shocked expression disappeared in exquisite agony. Jorvais however kept going until I came a second time, and all the while I writhed and gasped and sobbed.

When it was over I slumped over the railing. Jorvais began kissing my neck and I groaned and swayed. The girl gave a weak smile and a half hearted wave as we were both carried inside to different rooms...

Warriors of Xel Ch. 02



Authors note- Many apologies folks for the length of time it's taken me to post this second installment. I had a few editing problems. I hope you enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. ;)

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Whilst Mari had been innocently meandering around his quarters, Damian had been spectator to her friends' erotic shame. He'd found himself caught rigid, watching the young mercenary grinding her cunt against her captors calculating fingers. He'd watched the girl being humbled, and it had awoken his base appetites.

He returned to her watched her eyeing his bed, and wondered at her thoughts... 

Mari was nervous, but she hungered in a way she hadn't experienced before. She'd not forgotten about their erotic customs.

Standing by the open balcony, he appraised his little flower. She was very pretty and petite, and her ass was very squeezable.

He tried imagining the shapes her mouth would make when he bounced her up and down atop his cock. 'She was delectably small', he thought to himself as he towered over her.

He had guessed correctly when he thought she'd expected more in the way of conversation. He was in no mood for small talk and he didn't care; the raven haired girl had set his groin as hard as steel and this little sprite was going to ride it, whether she knew it yet or not. 

Damien approached her, and Mari felt herself laid out on the bed, and moaned gently as his mouth moved over her neck and then her lips. He was a much better kisser than she'd expected. His tongue lightly touched her, and his teeth teased her lips with a gentle tug every so often. She looked forward to being taken...

Damian pulled back and grinned at the dreamy expression on her face. He wanted to shock her. He wanted her eyes bulging with truth, and her mouth in a wide o.

"Strip for me." He whispered in a beguiling tone.

Mari's dreamy little writhes stopped immediately. She opened her eyes nervously and stared in fright at him. 'More like it.' He thought devilishly to himself.

He took her gently but firmly in his arms, and switched their positions. He reclined back on his haunches lazily. When she didn't move, he pushed her further by pulling the dark tunic from his belt, and hoisted it over his head. Her eyes glazed as they bestowed the vision of his rippling stomach and bulging fore-arms. Her mouth opened, and she licked her plump ruby lips unconsciously. The innocent gesture made Damian's cock twitch. He was going to enjoy initiating her immensely...

He narrowed his eyes a second, making her gulp in apprehension. "I told you to take off your clothes, and I wasn't asking the first time." He used a firmer tone, testing her nature. 

Her large doe eyes dilated to pools of velvet black desire. Not daring to test his luck, he held her eye's until she was the first to break the stare. Moving from one foot to next, Mari started to slowly do as she'd been told. When he coughed and arched a questioning brow at her, she quickened her ministrations.

Mari was mortified, and as each inch of bare skin was revealed she felt her face grow by degrees hotter. The red lace shift was the first to fall the floor, and then with her burning face, she turned her back to him, when she squatted awkwardly for a moment to pull her under garments off completely; she hopped and hobbled ineptly unbalanced. 

The amusing erotic show made Damian think of simply bending her over the railing and fucking her...

Part of her was mortified, but the larger part was excited. Surely once he saw her naked he'd pull her into his arms and take charge, she mused to herself hopefully.

When she finally turned around and presented her naked form to him, he'd moved also. Her shocked gasp came when her eyes dropped and she saw the huge thick shaft and meaty round head, protruding obscenely over the top of trousers. He said nothing; he simply just motioned her forward with an incline of his finger.

Numbly helpless, Mari stepped forward to him. Her naked dusky nipples pointed, and her tummy fluttering with nerves, she didn't expect him to calmly place a hand on top of her bare shoulder and push her to her knees; down between his long spread legs...She looked up at him totally powerless and eye level with his turgid cock. He held such a governing and carnal power that she felt dizzy. She swayed slightly... Still he said nothing, simply demanding with his eyes. She knew what he wanted from her, but she just didn't think she had the courage to do it. Mari gulped a deep breath and shut her eyes tight. Moving very slowly she began to inch awkwardly forward.

Grinning like a devil, he extended a greedy hand and cupped her delicate jaw. With his other hand on his thick shaft, he guided the bulging head to her awaiting, hot sweet little mouth...

Although Mari was totally oblivious to her power, Damian had to bite his inner cheek to stifle the groan he wanted to make. Her mouth was so hot. He felt her deft little tongue flicking his great cock, licking, tasting him. Driving him half mad, she continued her innocent onslaught by swirling her tongue around the head, and then he gave her a shock. His hips suddenly gave a sharp little thrust that drove him deeper to touch the back of her throat.

Mari was in hell. The moment she'd felt his swollen cocks head bumping entry to her moist cavern, she'd whimpered with a fierce ache in her tight damp nether region. He tasted of masculinity; salty and the way his straining root pulsed turgidly in her mouth -made her moan a loud. She was startled by her own noise, her eyes snapping open and straight into his glittering sapphire gaze. He looked primal and dangerous. 

'He's fucking my mouth!' 

Reaching down, he caught one of her puckered little nipples between his fingers and squeezed. Her hips jerked, and she sucked harder in response. He claimed the other one with his left hand, and began pinching them between his practiced fingers maliciously. 

He squeezed tighter and harder, until she had begun bobbing her head up and down his entire length, with pleasured enthusiasm. Her inhibitions cast away completely in the horny haze, she brought her hands up, and clasped the base of his cock in worship. On instinct she started palming his balls. 

He was close; the way his balls bunched closer to his body told him that. He wanted to see the look of surprise in her eyes when he shot his hot gift in her mouth. He didn't think she'd ever sucked a cock before, but she was a quick learner and with the right encouragement, she would be very talented and eager.

Mari was occupied with the texture and thickness of him, she didn't notice when the fat dick in her mouth, began to twitch and before she knew what was happening, her mouth was filled with searingly hot, salty liquid as his cock erupted. She groaned in surprise and her eyes bulged, she was about to stop, but one sharp look from her warrior told her she was to finish what she'd started. It didn't taste bad, it just shocked her... 

With the immediate edge of his lust sated, his mind began racing again with the possibilities. She was a rare prize indeed, and as his cock softened a little in her ever suckling mouth, he let out a pleasured sigh. 

She'd swallowed all of his semen, and now she pulled back but still on her knees, gazed up at him expectantly. 

He understood the pride she now felt for pleasuring him so well; it helped her make her own silent demands... 

Damian helped her to her feet and pulled her close. Grazing a careless hand up her inner thigh without actually touching her pussy, he tested her wetness. He felt her tremble with desire, and he savagely made the decision, that her first climax would be a shared experience.

"You liked sucking my cock, didn't you?" He asked her gently. 

He rose a little unsteadily to his full height, and made her sit on the edge of the bed momentarily. Turning away he approached a chest, and threw back an order carelessly to her. 

"I want you to cup your breasts and present them to me."

Mari couldn't see what he was doing, but she knew that she'd probably like it. Never had a man ordered her to yield her mouth before! Without a second thought, she did as he'd ordered and cupped her breasts for him provocatively. With an excited after thought, she also spread her legs wantonly open so he could see just how much she desired a thorough pleasuring.

Damian turned back and smiled at her in approval. He probably didn't need to blind fold her, but her blushes would prove just as arousing after she realised fully what had happened...

Taking the two gold pinchers in each hand, he applied them both together, she flinched in surprise. The way her mouth fell open in shock, and her hot little moan almost had him sliding his cock back in!

Next he pulled her to her feet and spun her around, taking her wrists together behind her back, and using a black biding ribbon he secured her wrists securely behind her back. The last thing Mari felt him do before her sight was taken with a blind fold, was a stray hand caressing her rear possessively. He picked up the long wooden dildo, and guided her unknowingly toward the balcony. What she didn't know was that whilst she'd been busy sucking his cock, it had grown dusky outside and now as Damian lit torches outside, a stage was being prepared. 

"The breeze feels nice..." She commented idly, and then suddenly coming to sense was alarmed and shrieked "Have you taken me outside?" 

"It's dark outside now." His explanation short and curt. 

She believed him easily, but was unaware how he'd secured a towel around his hips, or how the torches signalled a show. When he was finished with the torches, he came up close behind her so she could feel the heat of his muscled chest, and a hand trailed lecherously over her skin. It was totally silent in the court yard. She was unaware that a hundred eyes were all focused solely on her.

"Take me." She whispered brazenly.

"I didn't hear that..." He taunted flicking a clamped nipple.

"Fuck me," She retaliated louder - all the way to the silent figures all around.

"You haven't earned my cock yet. I think you'll have to warm up with this..." 

As he said the last word, he pushed an unsatisfying thickness half way into her weeping, aching folds. Taken completely unaware Mari yelped loudly in surprise, and tight pleasure. The ache to have her pussy filled, made her thrust back automatically.

Taking her ear lobe between his teeth, he murmured his approval and encouragement. 

"Please I need more." She whimpered but continued to thrust back. 

She was overwhelmed with the lust. Blind and taken by the clever way he thrust the dildo enough to make her writhe in pleasure, but not enough to bring her high enough to climax. 

"Tell me what you'll do for my cock. To prove that you're ready for it...Mari I need to believe you really want my hard thick shaft inside your tight, wet, groping channel." 

He punctuated each word with a delicious flick over a nipple, or sharp thrust into her pussy. She was so wet it trickled down her thighs and dribbled over his hand.

The silence began to stretch and the only sounds Mari could hear were her own laboured gasps, and the slurps the dildo made as her channel was fed. Still she tried to stay rational enough to stay mute.

Mari surrendered and let out an anguished cry. "Anything!" She sobbed. 

Damian dropped the towel in preparation for what he would do next, and then pulled the small cock from her pussy to her tormented keen of disapproval.

"Suck on this."He growled, before roughly bending her double over the supporting barrier. 

He forced the dildo between the willing lips of her mouth, and forced her to taste her own juices.

He rejoiced, and rammed his shaft up to the hilt.

He kept his thrusts slow but deep.

Mari tasted her own juices trickling down her throat. The dildo muffled her cries to noisy groans. In front and bent over, Mari sucked on the dildo fiercely. Her plump little breasts jiggled back and forth. 'I can't get enough, I'm so hot...Please keep going.' She begged him inside.

On the balcony beside his, Damian saw Reerdon grinning like an idiot. He knew what he wanted, but he had given his word, so he would not break it by letting Reerdon slide his worthless dick into her mouth. He was suddenly struck by a protective surge. He'd let Jorvais play with her to his heart's content, as long as he got to get his hands on Mari's beautiful companion. He thought about making Mari lick her pussy, whilst Jorvais and himself watched... They'd bind Ali and blind fold Mari obviously, but Mari after this experience would eagerly do what she was told. 

"I'm going to make you cum Mari." His voice unsurprisingly now, made Mari's pussy ripple in agreement. 

Taking his hand off the dildo, he reached down and began circling and rubbing her engorged clitoris firmly. The next moment, the wet dildo slipped from between her lips, and she started to sob beseechingly. Her wet slit milked his hard shaft more intensely, and Mari's cries became joyous shouts of long denied pleasure. 

He thrust harder and faster, prolonging her orgasm, making it go on and on. He flicked her nipples, and bit into her neck. Suddenly he ripped off the blind fold and laughed darkly smug, when she made a horrified gasp. He made her ride out the rest of her multiple, counting an uncountable number of warriors and women lusting for her; some masturbating, other couples joining them by fucking.

"Everyone one of these people needs to either be fucking you, or yearn to be you. You're the centre of attention." He informed her unnecessarily.

The shock, coupled with Damians' continual stimulation, pushed her to cum for a third time - the last coming out even louder and more agonised than the sobs and wanton cries of before.

Damian felt his balls tighten, and then a second later he spurted at last, in a triumphant set of hot jets. Mari felt every scalding drop inside her tight pussy, and whimpered in total submission.

All around, people began to clap and cheer. Mari shut her eye's, with no way to hide... Damian happily made her endure every single second, until all that remained was the echo. Relative silence returned, and Damian bent over to whisper smugly in her ear. 

"You did say anything..."

He slowly undid the nipple clamps, making her shudder and groan as her teats were released. He kept her pressed forward though, and then slid his hand between her legs again. Finding her pulsing clit, he tapped it; making her jerk and spasm some more.

"Look..." He encouraged her to see, whilst he tap, tap, tapped her. Each touch provoking an uncontrolled shudder and jerk from her.

Mari was filled with morbid fascination as they watched several couples fucking. Caught helplessly in another rhythm, Mari climaxed a final time, before Damian mercifully pulled her back inside his room to privacy. 

"Tomorrow I'm going to bind you, with your legs and arms stretched out far apart. Down in the court yard; where everyone can see from their balconies, there on the raised stone platform. That's where I'm going to tie you. Naked, except for a pink silk scarf I'll fasten around your waist. Pink is the colour of initiation. As I am your initiator, only the warriors or girls I have chosen will touch you. You won't know though, because you'll be blind folded."

"I don't want them to see me like that, please..." She pleaded.

"They already have, and you enjoyed it, even if you refuse to admit it to me." Mari shivered as he lay her down on the bed, and at last began to make love to her. As his mouth trailed a hot blaze towards her cleft, she worried that he knew her true nature. It was the last worry she had until she awoke entangled in Damians' warm comforting arms.

"Tomorrow" She thought, bravely accepting it as a challenge before she let herself fall back into slumber.



Warriors of Xel Ch. 03



This installment is more about character development rather than erotic play, and please take that in to consideration before rating it. I welcome all feedback, much thanks and enjoy.

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Ali's breasts swelled and pebbled under Jorvais' hot suckling lips. He was murmuring things erotically to her, in a language she did not understand...

"What are you saying to me?" She breathed huskily up at him.

His cold blue eyes blackened to a dense opaque. Aliyah felt her breath catching as she saw the warrior astride her naked arching body, transforming...The black eyes made him seem less man, and more demon. He was possessed with his lust for her.

Jorvais was losing control of himself by degrees. Every tiny mewl of pleasure he sucked from her defiant luscious breasts, had him tamping down his base instincts. From the first moment he'd seen her, he'd wanted to strip her and fuck her over the tavern tables. He'd wanted to brand her firm high bottom, with his hands. What he was doing now, was not enough. Simply taking her, would not satisfy him. He needed her to see him taking her. Suddenly he sprang from her aching body, and he stalked around the bed and pulled her roughly to her feet. When she realised the direction he was dragging her was back to the balcony, she began to fight him in earnest. 

"No! You won't humiliate me again! Your perversions disgust me, let me go!" Ali managed to tear a hand from his steel grip, and she pooled all of her rage into her clenched fist...

Jorvais felt his head explode with stars. He dropped the crazed girl immediately, sending her flailing for a solid to break her trajectory. She found it quickly, and caught herself upon a wooden chest. Ali then eyed the blue curtain and gave it a hard yank, pulling it from its binding loops. 

Jorvais finally regained focus, and had to shake his head to clear his blurred vision. His little mercenary had swathed herself in an unending amount of blue curtain. She'd punched his square in the jaw! He'd never been attacked, successfully or otherwise by a female in his entire life. His mind couldn't formulate the knowledge. A flash of silver grabbed his attention, and he had to take a step back as his bed mate had begun advancing upon him. 

"That's my knife!" He shouted in befuddled rage.

"Well balanced, it is a nice piece." She replied thoughtfully and admiringly. 

She watched him with cold satisfaction as his senses cleared and he finally recognised his danger. Her eyes were brimming over with blood lust.

"Return it...You do not know your mistake Aliyah." He spoke ominously, and a lesser female would be cowed to submission, but she was no mere girl...

"You have dishonoured me pig...And pigs, meet a fitting end more often than not." 

Her audacious words impressed him immensely. So much so, he grinned openly at her guile and bravery. Clasping her blue curtain to her chest with one hand, and grasping the knife correctly in the other, for a controlled strike, he conceded his defeat and retreated. 'This was too easy.' She thought disbelievingly.

"Toss me my clothes and stand behind the bed."

"Put down the knife, and I will obey your request."

"Pass me my clothes, or I shall bury this dagger in your head."

"Seems reasonable." He grumbled under his breath, whilst gathering up her clothes, and then tossing them to her bare feet in a heap.

She slowly bent to the ground and placed the knife upon the floor, and then deliberately began to dress. Never taking her eyes from his, she pulled on her hated womens clothes, and then bent to the fastening on her shoes. Lastly she refastened her thong belt, doubling the knot and making a show of securing it tightly around her small waist. She acknowledged his honour for not attacking her when she'd placed down the knife. It had been a huge risk, but she had no real intention of hurting him. He pleasured a woman too well to meet such an end.

"You're stunning..." His tone soft and admiring; making Ali turn in surprise. She had moved to the door and then suddenly froze.

"You're a fool. Reina can whore for both our lands combined, but I want Mari with me now. Will you fetch her for me?" There was nothing soft or pleasant in her tone now. The yielding lips from before were still pouty and moist, but they were full of silent menace.

"She will be with Damian, and he does not like to be disturbed when he's entertaining company. I am truly sorry, but he will not yield her company to you until the morning..." 

"Will he not?" She asked with false calm.

Stepping close to him, her eyes did not even reach his shoulders, but she gazed up at him and set her jaw. Jorvais was stunned by the courage and energy she projected, he was mesmerised by her. Having given him the full effect of her silent rage she stepped past him and preceded him down the fire lit corridor. 

"I suggest you provide me escort, otherwise who knows what could happen to some of your men..." 

He heard the smile in her voice, and grinning like an ass corrected his clothing and followed her. Aliyah felt his pace behind her and felt more secure knowing he was with her. She knew though, how ironic a feeling it was. He guided her gently down long winding stone stair cases, and out into a circular court yard. As she looked up, she could clearly see Jorvais' chambers. Gritting her teeth, she turned to glare at him. He looked a little sheepish, but he was far from contrition. 

There were long wooden tables set out, and a number of high roaring fires. Ale was being drunk with no regard, and there was a smell of peppery spice, and cooking meat filling the air. For a moment it brought back memories of home, and a different fort and a different cast of warriors... Jorvais watched her silent withdrawal with piqued interest. He reluctantly moved away from her for a moment, to obtain two steel chalices of orange grape wine. It was bitter, but strong and he thought they could both use it. Ali turned to see Jorvais moving a short distance away toward a large table stocked with alcohol. Turning in a circle, she eyed the each open balcony. There were still even now a few couples copulating for the audience bellow. She turned her eyes away and her gaze happened upon earlier company.

Without waiting for Jorvais, she approached his friend Orilios as he sat alone. His intense green gaze met hers when he turned his head to see who approached, as he brooded. She smiled at him suddenly and it surprised both of them. 

"Ali, it is a pleasure to see your beautiful self again." 

"Your company is also much appreciated also, when in comparison..." her words trailed off with a curled lip, and a drop in pitch. 

"Am I correct assuming, the company you found was less than you'd hoped?" 

"Your Commander..."

"He is not 'my' commander." 

Surprised Ali searched his intense eyes. They were the same colour the Pearl Ocean turned when a storm approached, and the waves were turned up with white frothy surf. Her earlier train of thought momentarily suspended, she looked harder. 

"Then who is, your commander?"

"I am." He smiled smugly at her expression, just as Jorvais set down her drink before her.

"But what I am dying to know, beautiful Ali is who you are?" Orilioses' words grabbed Jorvais attention by both balls.

"I am no one..." 

"Are you not a Deloran mercenary?" Jorvais' tone wasn't judgemental or harsh but it triggered her anger.

"I am no outlaw." She spoke through gritted teeth.

"Then who are you?" they asked more insistently.

She sat back and studied them both silently; weighing up the pros and cons of telling them about her past.

"Alright," she said, "but first you tell me of your birth rights and families, and how both of you came to command?" Jorvais and Orilios both shared a smile, and they Jorvais decided to go first.

"I was born of a wealthy family, and I inherited my grand fathers title and command." Ali noticed though, that he didn't mention his family, or his command.

"And I am not actually of Xel, I am on loan if you like from my own land Amenia..." 

"Since you've both answered my questions so well, I will answer you both just as honestly. I am Deloran." She raised both eye brows at them in challenge, and took another deep gulp of the bitter orange liquid.

"Orilios is the Amenian Prince." She nearly choked when Jorvais' words penetrated her thoughts.

Slamming down the steel chalice, she snarled. "Is that true?" Her fury had not shown so violently for almost two years. She watched in consternation as he rose to his feet, and bowed deeply to her in a most 'princely' manner.

"Your Father is a coward and a murder..." Orilios lost his humour and his face turned white with fury.

"Aliyah, you should mind your manners, when speaking to royalty and your betters." Jorvais spoke.

She couldn't feel her hands as she reached for the steel cup, and she didn't feel anything when her fingers nails dug into the steel. Two of her nails broke under the force, and her fingers began to bleed. 

"My Warriors defended our city to the last handful of men. My men died in their thousands when the your 'King' refused to endanger his own men, by refusing to aid our land when we were ravished by first the deliberate spreading of the Lesian plague, and then when our people were sick and could barely lift a sword to defend themselves, set upon by the filth of the demon hordes. Too giddy with glee, he let our beautiful country be burnt to nothing." 

"Your Warriors?"

"My bloody, brave, Warriors! They were my men, and I was their Commander!" Ali's voice was harsher than the rasp of death. She expected the look from them. She was supposed to have burned in the castle, along with the last of them, but she hadn't.

"We offered you solace, and a new home!" He tried to argue.

"Your offer disgusted me, as it did it my General. You offered the thought of nobility reprieve, but you did not send aid."

"Ori is not responsible for his fathers' decisions." Jorvais was small voice of reason, but it comforted little.

"You are not my better..." Ali snarled finally under her breath.

Orilios reached his hand across the rough wood and clasped her shaking hand in his. She heard herself growl, and wrenched it out of his strong grasp. 

"Forgive me." He said quietly to her. "We came too late. The city was a charred shell when we arrived. Nothing remained, not even the bodies..."

"Enough...The past is gone, and no amount of assignment of blame will change the outcome. Jorvais you will summon your friend, and bring my companion to me now, or so God help you..." 

"Aliyah, I mean no disrespect but your friend will be at this moment will be being thoroughly occupied. You missed their show, by only seconds..."

She turned her eyes on Jorvais and they held malevolent promise. She got to her feet, and walked away from them. Jorvais decided to let her go, because he knew his interference would lead to blood shed. Aliyah stalked up the stairs, and couldn't remember the exact way Jorvais had directed her. Two large warriors wearing chain mail vests approached casually from the opposite direction. Smiling coyly to them she asked them for assistance.

"My Lords," she began flirtatiously," could you direct me to master Damians' chambers. I have an audience with him this eve, but I have been turned around and I have lost my bearings." The fairer of the two smiled darkly at her, and boldly cast his eyes over her body. 

"Take the second left corridor, and ascend the stair way two levels, his chamber is the last door on the far wall. You'll remember the Coat of arms across from the door, when you see it again..." 

Without further comment she dismissed them and strode purposely toward the warriors chambers. 'Lord as you are my witness, I will cleave his head from his body for daring to humble my friend.'

A little while later, after Damian collapsed back upon his bed, he lay panting happily. He'd taken Mari twice and now he looked forward to the delicious day of carnal pleasures, that awaited him tomorrow. Or so he thought...

He was just drifting, when some fool began thumping fiercely upon his door. He roared at them to leave, and for a heart beat the banging ceased. Taking a deep sigh, he rolled over to shush Mari because his sudden burst of fury startled her.

"By the Sire of Hell, open this bloody door!" He heard a woman bellow.

"What in Red Hell?" He swore when he catapulted to his feet, quickly finding a pair of trousers and jumping in to them.

"That's Aliyah!" Mari gasped stunned. 

Damian looked back at Mari's surprise and scowled in cold fury. Jorvais could obviously not temper her, but my Hell he would! A moment later the heavy door was yanked open, but before he could muster anything to say, she had already shoved past him and was gathering Mari's clothes from the floor. 

"Mari honey, we're leaving." She didn't sound angry when she spoke, but when Damian cleared his throat, Mari suddenly looked to him.

"I am not some mere girl, soldier. I am neither some mere outlawed Mercenary. I tell you now, our lands may have been burned, and our people scattered. I am still a Deloran Commander, and believe me when I warn you, you will find yourself cold and in an early grave if you hinder me in anyway." 

He could not doubt her, and he looked on in silent frustration as Mari quickly threw on her clothes and scuttled from his bed and to her friends side. He wanted desperately to argue with her, but his weapons lay by the balcony on his chest. 

Mari felt desperate. She didn't want to leave her lover so soon after finding the delights he rained down upon her still tingling form. Helpless but to obey she moved out the open door, but not before defiantly reaching up to place a kiss upon his cheek. Damian wanted to argue, but Mari forlornly shook her head in resignation. He threw a filthy scowl in Aliyahs direction, and then brushed an affection caress down Mari's soft cheek. He found he'd underestimated how much the innocent girl had already gotten under his skin.

"You mistake my intent, Commander." He spoke seriously to Aliyah, whilst he still cradled Mari close.

"You fucked her over the balcony!" She shouted in outrage.

"I pleasured her...Didn't I beautiful?" His eyes were soft and clear when he touched her, but they glittered and darkened to rage when he turned them upon Aliyah.

Aliyah felt herself sneering until she gawped when she watched Mari nodding, and push her face into his chest. Mari's big eye's creased with sadness and disappointment when she reluctantly looked to her. It made Ali's chest cleave with a tight pain. Her friends' betrayal cut deeper than she'd ever experienced before.

"Come with me? Or stay with him. Your will is your own." 

Mari's eyes stung at her friends tone. She had never beheld such a detached look before from Ali. She watched her eyes narrowing when she didn't step out of his embrace immediately.

"Fine!" she snapped suddenly making Mari flinch. "You know where to find me, should he grow weary of his groin play " Aliyah was out of the door and stalking angrily down the way she had come before Mari could call her back.

Mari stood sobbing in Damians arms, and he seethed with rage. The insolence of the girl, but her earlier words suddenly came back to him. He'd been so surprised when she'd first threatened him, he'd not processed her words properly.

"Was she telling the truth?" 

"She's been moving from place to place for the last two years. She's been looking out for me for nearly a year. She's a warrior, just like you..." Damian didn't get any more from her, as she sobbed. 

"It will be alright. When she has calmed, we'll go and see her together in the morning." "If she's still there..." She sniffled into his chest.

Damian shut the door, and mused silently to himself. So much trouble for a night's pleasure; the question was, was any of it worth it?



Warriors of Xel Ch. 04



"That girl doesn't know how lucky she is..."

Mari could hear the whispers of the two women close by but as she was still blind folded she was having difficulty locating where exactly they were. Damian had tied her up and left here for almost an hour. She was naked, except for a pink sash of silk around her waist. Mari didn't know what colour was around her waist though. Mari couldn't think much past the notion that she was tied with her arms above her head, and there were people staring at her! 

As time ticked on, and more people began to enter the court yard, Mari lost her fear and began to anger, until she was boiling over. The women's talk she'd just over heard pushed her over the edge, and she spoke in a way her mother would have flayed her for.

"Damian! You son of a whore! When Aliyah comes back, I'll let her cut you open!" Silence suddenly descended all around her, and she bit her tongue and tried to listen for some movement. 

"If you didn't understand before, I'll tell you again. Release me now!" Mari had found her voice and Reina was impressed. Even though she was in no position to help her friend, she admired the courage it took for the meek Mari to speak up. 

Reina watched from her prison, where Reerdon had locked her in his room perched atop his balcony. Her eyes fell with dismay upon a black head stalking toward her friend. Damian did not look like the type of warrior to take insults of his mother well. Everyone was in for a show...

He pushed his face right into Mari's and breathed angrily over her skin. "What did you just call me?" Mari shuddered visibly. 

"Let her go!" Reina shouted, and Damian sneered up at her in menace, he pointed his finger at her. Though she wasn't cowed and chided him further. "Come up here and do that to me! I dare you!" Damian looked almost tempted, until Mari said something Reina could not hear. She had at first been tickled by the idea of watching young Mari taken but now it had descended into barbarity. There was nothing amusing about the tension that now filled the entire place.

Reina scanned the court yard desperately. It felt like a vain hope indeed that Aliyah would still be here. Aliyah would not soon forget the betrayal of being disowned, for one of these men. Jorvais stepped out and looked up at her, a frown creasing his brow. 

"Let her go now!" Jorvais looked troubled, but did not respond to Reina. His dismissal of her was like waving a red cloth at an incensed bull. 

Jorvais felt a strange unease at hearing the brazen slut from before, shouting for her companion's release. Reerdon had assured him, that she was a complete wanton and not above using deception to attain her own gratification.

Reina ran back inside Reerdon' room and frantically scanned about her for something to hurl from the window. She yanked open his heavy chest and scooped up huge bundle of clothing into her arms, and then staggered as quickly as she could manage back out onto the balcony. 

Damians' and Jorvais' mutually astonished gazes locked for a moment, and cast their eyes to the incensed beauty above.

Reina flung out the clothes with all her might, and then froze for an insane moment to watch them falling to the ground. 

"Meddling little bitch..." Damian muttered viciously under his breath when he saw her grin suddenly, and turn on her heel.

Reina swung back the way she had come to gather up the rest of Reerdons shirts and trousers, and rushed back out to cast them out as well. The moment before Reina let the clothes fly, a deafening uproar from Reerdon. Shaken rudely from his disbelief, he realised the contents of his chambers were being thrown from atop of his own balcony. Reina had had a split second to stop, but threw the clothes with more force and gave her self a congratulatory mental pat on the back.

"You viperous little bitch!" Reerdon bellowed aggressively up at her, but instead of cowing her, it spurred her on. Reina ran back inside and grabbed his sword, and his many papers. She wondered to herself, if with this she was going too far, but when she heard the names he was still calling her, and the threats she couldn't quite make out -- but could guess at, she made her decision. She did not bother to check what they were. She returned to her audience and cast her arms wide. 

Reerdon jumped out of the way as his sword, came crashing down to hit the ground. He was about to retrieve it deal the whore justice for her crimes, until he heard an otherworldly demon screeching, and his blood chilled.

"You let her go now!" She screamed at Damian, as she brandished Reerdons' other sword in one hand, and a dagger in the other. "You let her go, or so help you I'll put this dagger through your chest!" 

A hush fell when Orilios came out from under the arch and walked calmly to where Mari was tied, and Damian paced back and forth in front of her like an angry lion. 

At first Reina watched as Damian blocked his path, that was until a few hushed words were spoken and then to Reina and everybody else's surprise, Damian stood aside.

Triumph and joy flooded Reina as Orilios unbound her, and then pulling his own shoulders, he swung it over the now submissive girl.

"Jorvais fetch the girls' clothes." He turned on Reerdon, and froze the warrior with an imperial glare, "Reerdon do not even think of going up to your room! Give the key to Jorvais, I was not asking!" 

Reina could not believe that her tirade had worked! Mari looked about her person, in horror at the sea of clothing, and documents scattered across the ground. No one was moving, and Damian was glaring daggers at her. Excruciating minutes later, she saw Reina hurry towards her. Reerdon looked ready to commit murder, but Reina was defiant as she stood behind Jorvais. Jorvais followed closely behind, and handed her clothing back to her. Reina helpfully held the cloak up for Mari as she pulled her dress on over her head. Once she was dressed she looked up at Orilios and mouthed "Thank you..." 

Orilios looked both sorry, and angered. There was something in the girls' eyes he recognised, but he could not place the feeling. He looked away before he spoke to the crowd...

"We do not condone mistreatment of women. If it is to their taste, then women are bound and pleasured for the pleasure of all. In this instance Mari was not enjoying it and she asked to be freed. Seconded by her companion, it must be done." Orilios' loud voice boomed off the stone back on to more silence.

From a dark corner there were gasps and then a shout. A commotion rose and both Reina and Mari turned along with Damian, Orilios and Jorvais to see the origins of the fracas. Aliyah stepped out from the crowd with her sword across her back. She was adorned with weapons, and wearing a mixture of metal and leather armour.

"You were warned about entering this place armed, mercenary." Jorvais was the one who spoke first, but unlike her previous behaviour, Aliyah ignored the hulking warrior and went directly to her two friends.

"Are you ready to leave?" She enquired softly; putting an arm across Mari's narrow, shaking shoulders. Mari nodded, and Aliyah warned Reina with her eyes to hold her silence. They walked together toward the entrance. 

Jorvais stepped out with the intention of yanking Aliyah back by the shoulder, but Orilios clamped a firm hand down on his shoulder and shook his head...Aliyah suddenly turned back, sensing the movement behind her and looked to Orilios and spoke. 

"Your Father knew no honour, but you have more than restored your families' name this day. I am in your debt Prince..." Aliyah gave a deep bow, and then steered Reina and pulled Mari away.

After they were gone and a sombre disappointment laid over the warriors and their women, Jorvais nudged Orilios impertinently, "Aliyah was mine. You had no right to interfere!" 

Damian slammed down his hand on the wooden table in angered. Jorvais mistook the warriors anger for accord, and glared at Orilios for an answer.

Orilios looked over his friends and shook his head. 

"Firstly Aliyah is not yours. Secondly she is no mercenary, and you know it! Thirdly what Damian now chooses to do out with the confines of this building is his own business. You however I would recommend to stay far from The Commander."

"You think a mere woman could best me?" 

"I think she could handle any amount of trouble you chose to cause her, but more importantly has known more than enough grief. What must she think of this place? You have shown her nothing but domination and bondage. Is that all you want from her?" 

Jorvais had to think darkly on the Princes' words. He had indeed wanted only to bind and fuck her. So help him, he'd never felt such a dark and primitive need to dominate a woman in all his life. Then Jorvais thoughts turned around and he stared into Orilios's eyes. "Do you want her?" 

"I am not blind, neither am I the other way inclined." Orilios refused to say anymore but he also refused to lie. 

Damian watched the two men who had both been his friends and companions for years now. He realised it would be very easy to dismiss Jorvais unusual behaviour as Aliyahs' fault, but in his gut he knew better. He hated how she could turn two friends against one and other without even intending to. She was more trouble than she was worth he tried to tell himself. The thought of seeing her again though...There was something about her that intrigued him. He admired the patience, and cunning she demonstrated but also the boldness of coming out in armour amidst so many warriors. She had waited silently, until Orilios had called an end to the game.

The Princes' tone piqued Damians' interest after his words had sunk in. "May I make a suggestion? We are all friends. These women have been in our company less than a full day and already we are at odds. I propose a night of more drinking, and carnal pleasures with fine willing Xelian women. Women who know how to pleasure their men, and appreciate them..." Damian and Orilios chinked metal cups, and drank deeply. Jorvais was less than quick to agree, but he knew when he was outvoted and swallowed back his wine.

Later when they sat alone, Damian and Reerdon spoke quietly about Jorvais and his strong reaction. Neither could argue the fault onto the girls' shoulders. It also sat uncomfortably with both of them that Jorvais could sweep aside a warrior so easily simply because she was a woman...

"Most...I mean some women." Reerdon amended after Damian looked sharply at his friend, "Are only good for sucking cock, and bringing wine. Others' are better for bearing children."

"You didn't have any sisters did you..."Damian told him flatly.

Reerdon shrugged his shoulders and laughed self knowingly, and then his expression changed as he remembered the way Damian had treated and talked of Mari. Damian knew a look of accused hypocrisy when he saw it, and laughed... "What is your interest in 'the alleged' mercenary?"

Damian considered Reerdons' question seriously. He didn't know. "I was impressed with her self control. She only interceded when Orilios called an end to things."

"You don't think she would have?"

"I don't think she would have. Even as it is obviously not to her taste, she would have acted once Mari had been first been stripped. It is wildly known the pink sash marks a woman as another's, but available upon request for some." He grinned lecherously at his last remark. Damian remembered fondly, some of his own acceded requests...

"She was waiting to see how the girl would react then?" The disbelief plain on Reerdons' tired features.

Damian thought for a moment before answering..."I believe so. As a Deloran soldier, she would be more than familiar with some of the tastes and traditions we enjoy with our women..." 

Reerdon snorted, thinking his friend simply as drunk and as fooled by the wench as their friend Jorvais. He mulled over his anger, and unsated desire. Three women had emptied his balls for him, but none of them sucked as hard, or as sweetly as Reina had. She was an uncommon slut, who loved a warriors' cock with a passion. It was shame indeed, that she was not still locked in his room...

Damian looked up to the pounding Jorvais was giving a pretty blonde girl over the balcony. He was using her incredibly roughly. He hadn't thought upon how his friend behaved with women... Maybe he had never cared enough to pass comment or thought, but now there something he didn't like...Damian liked to push women to their limit, and then have them beg to be taken further. He always did it gently though, Jorvais was just ramming his cock into the girl while she screamed. In pleasure or pain though, he couldn't decide. 

Finally overcome with disgust, Damian stood and strode towards Orilios. There were a lot of questions he now wanted answered about the Delorans, and his Kingly father.



Warriors of Xel Ch. 05



*First off let me appoligise for the length of time it's taken me to post this installment. It is a lot longer than the previous ones, but I'm happy with it as I've really had time to do it propperly. I have also rewritten alot of part 4, due to some very helpful comments made by some of the other authors. Thankyou, and please leave me comments. I'm very keen to improve my writing...*

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Aliyah sat with her head in her hands. Reina and Mari had been bickering constantly between themselves for weeks now. She felt as if her entire existence had been compressed into the size of a small pea, and their continual sniping felt like she was being chewed.

"Enough!" I can't take this anymore....

"It's her!"

"Oh that's right, it's my entire fault isn't it Mari?!" Reina growled back between clenched teeth. 

"What I don't understand Mari, is why you screamed for your freedom in the first place? It is more than obvious to all three of us now as it was then, that it was not what you truly wanted..." Aliyah tried to sound to soothing but did not manage it.

Mari looked at Aliyah with sad eyes. She truly regretted coming with them. "I was scared. I thought you had left us, and well after what I could hear those whores saying about me. I didn't like it. I wanted it to stop..." 

Reina sighed heavily and put her arm around Mari's little shoulders. "He was quite something, your warrior." Reina and Mari finally shared a smile. "I only wanted to protect you, little one. You can be very naive at times. I didn't want you hurt, and as I thought our self appointed commander over there had left the city, I think I may have panicked. A little..."

"A little..." Mari sighed. It was useless continuing their bickering. Both them had had more than ample time to reflect on their behaviour and encounters. 

Aliyah felt her heart begin to ache. She knew in her soul her friends would soon leave her. Mari missed her domineering brute, and Reina did not do well out of the company of randy men for extended periods of time. She had told Reina in firm tones, that she did not wish to hear any of her sordid details of "carnal recreation" but she had never the less expressed deep satisfaction in a man's bed, whose name Aliyah herself could not recall.

She kept her distance, whilst they sat close for the first time in weeks, and shared their wistful tales of Xelian revelry with a hushed air. Aliyah had come to loathe Xel, better than the land in which she now found herself, Amenia...

They had arrived in the Kings' own city 12 days before, and sat in a tavern filled with both Amenian and Xelian warriors. The feel of the people was welcoming, especially after one bar maid had effectively and boisterously identified her as Deloran. She had been exalted and bought round and round of ale. 

The last months experience of Xel, had taught Aliyah to keep her thoughts, and feelings well to herself. Her eye's glittered as she thought of her home, and of all the people she had known and loved...In the least sense of cheer she sobered to herself, at least in this land Delorans were not viewed with suspicion and distrust. The irony was not lost on her. Aliyah found herself developing a twisted sense of humour.

The mood within the quiet tavern grew rambunctious of a sudden, as a brigade of Xelian warriors swept inside, carrying squealing and giggling girls under arms, and over shoulders. They were a merry crowd to watch...

A haggard old soldier caught Aliyahs' eye as he sneered at the Xelians, and then surprised her further by raising his glass and saluting her. Aliyah stared... He was a soldier through and through, although he did not wear an Amenian coat of arms, or wear a crested sword. He looked as bitter and sullen suddenly, as she had been feeling since she could remember. Then the haggard old man stood, and lifted his tunic to reveal a scarred tattoo on his chest of the Deloran Palace Guard. He had grown up in the same keep as she had!

"None of us would forget the first Commander under our great general. Long may he be at peace with our brothers and sisters...You are Aliyah of the 17th company. Arisen thrice for bravery, and last posted commander of the Deloran Guard. You were better known than you realised my girl, so you can close that chasm of a mouth of yours. It is an honour and a gift from the creator to see you now..."

Aliyah pulled away from him and his unwelcome praise. The Deloran commander he had spoken of had died with her General and mentor. 

"I am little more than a Deloran mercenary now..." 

The old man suddenly struck her hard across the face and spat at her feet. "You dishonour our Sovereign and our General with your blasphemy. It does not matter that our lands are no longer our home, you are alive!" 

Aliyah felt her face flame with humiliation. She ground her teeth and raised her eyes at the old man's fury. She could kill him without a second's hesitation, but after a moment she bowed her head and solemnly said, "Can you forgive me?" 

"Indeed I can, my fine, fine girl!" They turned to the bar only to stop abruptly. 

The noise in the bar had vanished as all eyes were upon the two. Many of the men's eyes were trained on the old man, as if they wished him harm. A burly Amenian stepped forward and moved to stand before the old guard, until Aliyah suddenly unsheathed her dagger, and held it up and across the man's neck. 

"You do not attack one of The Deloran Guard, whilst another stands by their side!" 

The burly red head was too shocked to react, and defensively spluttered out, "I had come to defend you!" Aliyah looked back at the old man and the smirk on his face and suddenly burst with peals of laughter. 

Aliyah was bent double, and had to stagger to the bar to prop herself up as she laughed. Tears streamed down her face in her mirth. The old guard introduced himself as Imlar Jem and asked her to simply call him Jem. "I do not know your parents name?" 

"My mother gave me up to feed my brother. I have only one name, and it was given to me by my first nurse."

There was a pause as the old man chewed over this new information, and then he shrugged and commented..."I'm sure she had her reasons. You should not hold the woman who carried you in her womb, with such contempt." He added the last, when he saw the burning in her eyes.

Aliyah scrunched her brows darkly at the old man after that. The only people who had ever berated her were her nurses and by the age of 9 they had given up -- so only her General had ever dared put her in her place. 

"You don't like to be told off..." He snorted good-naturedly. "Was there much work in Xel?" Jem made an attempt at a new line of conversation, but Aliyah was not receptive to him. He appeared frail at first glance, but his glacier azure eyes sparkled as he asked her about where she had been, and how she had coped. Mostly Aliyah replied with nods, or one word answers. Jem was finally pacified enough to chatter away about his life in the present, and how he had found a home and his relationship with the Taverns Lady owner had come about. 

"Let me tell you, my old woman. She ain't no lady." Jem guffawed at his own wit, and pointed her attention to the bar when a fat old woman waddled across the bar. She looked too well fed, but a contented type. Aliyah envied the happy smile on the woman's lips when they met Jems'. 

He studied the haunted look in the girls' eyes and worried for her. He felt responsible for her now. There were too few of their people left, and they were scattered too far apart. 

Mari suddenly squealed, and began shrieking. Instantly Aliyah tossed down her ale, and jumped over the tables amid shouts of anger and randy applause to stumble and lose her balance entirely when she saw who had evoked such a response from her friend. 

Damians' hooded blue eyes looked up to see Aliyah falling... He darted forward to catch her but was too late. Aliyah clattered to the floor, but suddenly vaulted to her feet in a show of impressive agility.

"Aliyah he came to find me!" Mari was so excited to see him! Aliyah felt her skin turn pale with nausea. She huffed out a sigh, and climbed back over the tables she had rushed over to the sound of even more anger and swearing...

Aliyah landed with a thud as she sprang on the wooden floor from the bench she's jumped down from to stand in front of Jem. "What on earth girl?" 

Aliyah raised a hand and scowled bitterly at her empty cup lying on the floor. "Do not!" Jem looked mightily perplexed but took the warning and left the girl to her filthy temper.

Aliyah looked round and wished suddenly to fall into a fiery pit. Orilioses' startling, shocked and delighted eyes met hers. "I am dead, and in hell..."

"You been keeping company with Princes'?" Jem was getting more and more amused by the minute. It was certainly not dull to be in the girls' company he thought.

"Aliyah, I could not have believed you were here unless I had been told, and saw for myself. I am pleased to see you in good health."

"I wish I could say the same..." Aliyah muttered sourly under her breath. Orilios understood Aliyahs foul temper but was at the same time unused to not being welcomed. Aliyah suddenly turned and scanned the crowd, clutching the hilt of her blade that had hung casually at the side of her hip until this point.

"Jorvais is not with us, nor is he in Amenian lands. We parted company..."

"Why?" Aliyahs impertinent question made Jems' eye brows shoot up, and then crease at her in disapproval. 

"A lady does not ask impertinent questions of a gentleman..." Jem began sniggering to himself. 

"It is quite alright. Aliyah and I have history together."

"History?" She squawked. "What would that be? I do have a history with your Father though, and hopefully a future, at least for me..." 

Orilios ground his teeth together in anger. She was more stubborn than he'd thought possible. "If it is not my mistake, the last time we spoke you left my company saying you 'ode me a debt... Yet you speak to me now as if I am no better than a haranguing drunk."

"Have you been drinking?" Aliyah shot back at him.

Jem guffawed with laughter, and pushed two cups of ale into their hands. 

"I apologise for the girls' wicked temper your Highness, she has been out of sorts since she came into my company."

Orilios and Jem exchanged a look, and he suddenly understood the relationship. The old man was Deloran. It explained the easy way he teased her. Orilios caught Aliyahs' eyes and smiled warmly at her. "I am glad you have found some of your people."

Aliyah couldn't think of anything quick or cruel to say to him in return. He was not his Father, and from what she had heard from the soldiers in the taverns, he was not expected to have much longer to live. The old man was sick, and dying. Not sick enough though for Aliyahs' happiness and not slow enough. She warred with wanting him to suffer, and just wanting it finished and him gone. 

"So are you King when your father is dead?" She said king, as a dirty word deliberately poking his temper.

He side stepped the barb, and sputtered off her accusation. "Ha, I have two elder brothers, and an uncle who is more than thirsty for power. I have no interest in my brothers' crown. I do well as I am."

The conversation halted when Mari, Reina and Damian approached them. Aliyah eyed Mari's' hand within Damians' possession and growled quietly. He seemed to know exactly what she was thinking, and sneered in spite of her obvious discord. Aliyah burned holes through him with her eyes, and grasped her hand to the hilt of her sword. 

Jem swooped in and drew close to Aliyah. A moment passed in which he whispered something to her ear, that no one else heard. They shared a solemn look, and then he left. Aliyahs' shoulders sagged and she looked despair ridden and defeated. 

"I do not say good bye. If this is it Mari, I do not wish to see you again before you go. I care for you..." Aliyah didn't look at Reina, but walked away to where Jem had another cup of ale waiting for her.

Mari stood open mouthed, sparkling tears in her eyes. Damian felt the urge to squeeze the light from Aliyah again for daring to hurt Mari's' feelings, but Reina stopped him by placing a restraining hand on his arm. "She has been in a surly mood for many days. It is not intended in a harmful way. She is the one who has been hurt..." Reina felt sick with guilt as she realised she was too going to leave. "She knew that we would all be parting company at some point. Who else to risk seeking company with someone as armed and bad tempered as she?"

Damian still wanted to shout the Deloran commander down, but one look in Mari's' watery eyes melted his anger, and made him leash down his rage. He spoke to Orilios quietly while Reina spoke to Mari. "Are you really considering getting to know her?" Damian sounded bewildered.

"She is something isn't she?" Orilios spoke with a faraway look in his eye, and Damian wanted to smack him across the face. 

Damian managed to sound reasonable as he tried to dissuade his friend from following through on his folly. "She's beautiful I'll give you both that. Maybe even more so that Mari, but she is damaged, and another thing. She wants to kill your Father!" 

Orilios finally made sharp eye contact with Damian and spoke harshly to him...."My Father did her people an unpardonable wrong by not sending aid when I advised him to. I loved my father as a child, but as a grown man I can see him for the cruel and vicious bastard he was. His fathers' father coveted the Deloran lands secretly his entire rein, and the sickness passed from son to son until Sander, Lycan and I. My mother at least had the sense to point out the futility and obsession of it all to us..." Orilios felt weakened by the old argument, and did not desire to give it any more room to fester in his mind. It was an old wound, and he would not allow it to breathe again.

"What do you mean? He's your father, and The King."

He took a deep breath and let the fire show in his eyes. "My father would not have sent aid unless my brothers' and I had done it without his knowledge..." Damian was speechless. Aliyah felt their eyes upon her, and she turned to bare her teeth at them in a feral show of anger.

Damian suddenly pitied her, his own fury vanishing. He understood now. He walked to Aliyahs' side, unperturbed even as Jem shook his head in warning, Damian with shoulders squared kept coming until Aliyah turned surprised eyes on him, filled to the brim with suspicion.

"I have a large dwelling in this city, and you are welcome to make use of it as your own for as long as you wish..."

"Is this a joke?" Aliyah barked sharply, looking at Jem to check if he was in on the joke.

"I will be making use of the Palace quarters and hospitalities Orilios has organised."

"Organised for you?" Orilios spoke from behind them, sounding suspicious and amused.

"What about Reina?"

"Jorvais did not accompany us, but Reerdon..." He drew their gazes to Reerdons' tall broad frame, standing a distance back. As Reinas' eyes locked with Reerdons', he exposed his teeth at her like a predator. Reerdon thought she was about to faint, and guffawed loudly with delight. His pride was mollified by her reaction. She had not forgotten him...

Aliyahs' sombre tone pulled everyone's attention back to her. "They are no longer my responsibility. I know you will take care of Mari. I don't need to worry about Reina, she can take care of herself...I wish you well on your journey." With that, Aliyah turned her back on both of them. 

"Aliyah..." Orilios did not take kindly to being dismissed, and he and Damian exchanged glances.

"Yes fair Prince?" Aliyahs' dripping disdain made Damian bellow with deep rumbling laughter. 

Aliyah sneered at the dark, blue eyed warrior. He was immensely pleasing upon the eye, more so than Jorvais or the miffed Prince, shifting from foot to foot beside her. He returned her gaze unerringly...

***

Aliyah asked herself the same question over and over again. Why had she agreed to sit and eat a meal in the company of these men? Even as she knew the answer, she refused to acknowledge it herself. 

"Loneliness..." Damian caught her eye, and her scowl because he had spoken directly to her, had dared to address her.

"Who's lonely?" Aliyah grumbled artlessly. 

Damian grinned at her again, and chuckled. He saw Aliyahs' body coiling ready to pounce, and then relax with an irritated slouch. She didn't want his attention, and didn't want to wonder why she was now receiving so much of it. 

Mari and Orilios were lost to themselves in animated and cheered discussion. Aliyah had slunk away from the others as quickly, and subtly as possible. The others' had noticed but had ignored her standoffish behaviour. Resentment finally made Aliyah turn her venom upon him.

"Why are you talking to me?"

"Why not?" He quipped personably back at her. 

"You're absolutely breath taking when you're angry. I would give much to have seen you mounted and in battle..."

"I do not own a horse, and as peace has been declared for months now. A battle is unlikely...Unless you're offering?" A brow rose in speculation.

She delighted him. He chuckled to himself, and gave a belly laugh when he caught her sneering at her old companion Jem Imlar. He raised his cup to the old man, and they exchanged amused expressions. 

"I could arrange to see you mounted?" The words surprised Damian as much as they did Aliyah. He revelled in the moment as he watched her open mouthed surprise, she fought for something cutting to say.

"I hope I mistook the meaning of your words' Damian..." The moment however didn't last, and Aliyah had recovered her cool. 

"What meaning did you take from my words?" He drew closer as he spoke, and his eyes dropped to her mouth. Aliyah felt the pull of his lips like a fluttering moth to a flame. Startled suddenly by a raucous laugh from further up the table, Aliyah jerked back from him.

"What is your game Xelian?" Deeply distrustful of both of them, Aliyah placed her hand on the hilt of the blade hidden in her long boot under the table.

"How many of your lovers have met an untimely end, due to your filthy temper? What would you do, gouge that blade you're reaching for into to my neck because we share a mutual attraction." 

"You're right. I would like to gouge this blade into your arrogant neck. Even if it meant Mari never spoke to me again. It would comfort me to know, even as I sat rotting in a prison, I would have saved her from you..."

"I have spent one night with your friend. What makes you think she needs saving from me?"

"Apart from poor performance...?" 

Damian didn't answer her. Instead he smiled at her. "What is this that lecherous sneer for? I am not sleeping with you!" 

"If we had met before the massacre of your country, if everything had been as it should, would you have accepted my advances?" Damian wasn't smiling anymore. He was deadly serious, and the notion of her country as it had been... Scraped away the crust of sarcasm and mistrust, and left only a vulnerable wound. For a brief moment Aliyah allowed herself to consider his question, and answer him honestly.

"If we had met as I and my country had been, then probably yes. Not as one of your young Xelian girls, but as an equal... Yes." 

Damian appreciated that Aliyah did not speak of the Xelian women with distaste. He also appreciated the honesty. For long moments they sat there, absorbed and separate from everything else. Regret in both of them for what could have been. Aliyah sighed heavily, unused to the yearning for companionship from a man. Not just a man though, she told herself dismally -- an equal. 

"I am mortally sorry for your loss, and for those of your scattered people still left. If I have given you a different allusion, then I am also truly regretful..." 




Warriors of Xel Ch. 05



Aliyah knew a lie when one was told to her, and she knew sincerity. There was more to him than first appeared, and she saw the same emotion reflected in his eyes. 

"You are more of a man, than your friend Jorvais and Reerdon can hope to ever be. I accept your condolences with my thanks..."

Damian gave her a hint of a smile, and looked up to Orilios and then back at her. She nodded at his silent question. "He is a marked improvement upon his Father."

Orilios did notice that Damian and Aliyah had moved away from the others, and noted the mirrored body language of the two, with a cock of a brow. They sat close together, heads inclined to the others' words. In an afterthought, he did not begrudge his friend the Deloran vision. They were better matched than he could ever hope to be with her. Now the only obstacle that now lay between them was the striking, and sensuous girl sitting beside him. It was a strange turn of events...

"It doesn't change things Damian..." Aliyah told him flatly.

"You would be surprised how things sometimes transpire...Look how we sit here talking with one another. Would you have thought yourself at ease in my company few hours ago?" Aliyah gave him a sheepish grin and shrugged non-committal. 

He nudged her in a teasing manner, and he froze. Aliyah however instead of reacting with violence or a sharp tongue, smiled at him. He was amazed at the difference in her temperament.

"What? You're staring..." She asked frowning at him.

"I was marvelling at the change."

Aliyah was not surprised or offended by his omission. She deserved it, and far worse by her reckoning. The Xelians' had been allies of her people. She as her former self had fought alongside many Xelian warriors.

"Tell me something Damian...I will not anger at you." Aliyah was again serious, and Damian couldn't help but tense. "Why did the Xelian authorities brand so many of our soldiers as mercenaries? Why were we so ill thought of after the war?"

Damian sighed, and for truth didn't know the full politics behind the change in attitude from his own commanders. "I do not know fully. I remember when Deloran and Xel warriors walked confidently beside one another." He sighed and thought for a little while before continuing, "It may have been to do with work, and the sudden influx of armed warriors seeking employment made it more difficult for our own warriors in Xel. It does not make it just though... There was much of fear of angry warriors rampaging, answering to no one, having lost their own homes, and families seeing no wrong in unleashing their rage upon innocents..."

Aliyah felt suddenly deeply shamed. She had not thought of the repercussions that would have come from unsated blood lust. 

"I had not thought in my own self pitying grief and pride that my people could fall to levels of such dishonour and depravity. I was a fool..."

"It was not common Aliyah. It did however give the officials the excuse of imposing the law that no Deloran Mercenary, which was their way of saying Deloran soldier could enter many parts of our cities and houses armed..."

"I am not angry with you Damian. I am grateful for your candid truth telling."

"If you are not angry with me, then why are your eyes suddenly so dark?" He took Aliyah by the hand under the table and squeezed gently until she met his gaze.

"I am ashamed, and my Great General would have been more shamed than I. I am glad he did not live to see any of his men sink to such depths." Aliyah clutched Damians' calloused hands tighter even as she continued to stare at the table. Her eyes' stung with tears, and a few fat ones fell down her cheeks.

Damian hesitated for a moment until his chivalry won out and he hooked his arm around her small waist and pulled her to him. She didn't fight him, and rested her head against his shoulder. 

Around them the noise continued, and Reerdon and Mari exchanged similar looks, but Orilios and Reina both knew why Damian now had his arm around Aliyah. They were both warriors, and Reina understood it had been a long time since Aliyah had met a man equal to her...

Mari couldn't hide the jealousy and spark in her eyes from Orilios a moment later. He leaned forward and drew her close, to speak privately. 

"Do not begrudge your friend this small comfort. I believe they are discussing Xel and Deloran politics. There were a few incidents involving Deloran soldiers. Who wreaked violence upon several Xelian girls, and their families..."

Mari glared at him in confusion and was about to ask what incidents, but he shushed her before she could begin. 

"They are also two of a kind..." Orilios leaned back and eyed her as he took a deep drink whilst Mari continued to frown. The anger seemed to flow out of her a little while later. 

"I think I may be returning to my Fathers' house after all Reina."

Reina turned to Mari surprised. "I thought you didn't want to return to a life of bondage..." Mari simply shrugged, casting one more mournful look at Damian before suddenly brightening and again took up an earlier strand of conversation with Reerdon.

More time passed, until Orilios asked Mari, "Would you consider returning to Xel Mari?"

"I am not Xelian my Prince Orilios." she replied with a saucy grin, deliberately addressing him formerly as none had done so since the beginning of their meeting. 

"Where are you from then?"

"I am one of your subjects my Prince. My Fathers' home is not a day's ride from here."

"May I enquire of his name, my Lady?" 

Reina watched Mari squirming uncomfortably under the Princes' avid gaze. She was very curious to find out herself. She and Aliyah both didn't know themselves.

"If you do not mind my Prince, I am reticent to give of his name, should he find the location of my person. It is a delicate matter, my lord..." Mari blushed deeply under all their gazes. Even Damian and Aliyah were now listening to the conversation once more.

"You are of noble lineage..." Reerdon was the one to say it, and to make Mari blush even darker. 

Aliyah pitied Mari, and her intrinsic obligation to her family. She would protect her from it, if she could. Now though, everything seemed unlikely.

"Who is your Father Mari?" Orilioses' deep timbre sounded like pressed silk to Mari, and she found it hard to resist him. Sighing deeply she met his unyielding gaze.

"He would have had me sent off to whore for a man I did not know, or at best given to one of his sons' in a baleful marriage in which I would have been tied to a suite of rooms, and given nothing but a cloth and needle for my entertainment whilst my husband waltzed off with any number of whores..." Long buried bitterness gave Mari uncharacteristic fire.

"I would make it my own business to assure your happiness, and not see you bartered away by your 

father for profit."

"You don't know what he is like. He would not listen to anyone..."

"He will listen to me. I and my brothers' are extremely close. You would have the protection of the Crown." He expected gratitude, not the mixed look of despair and hatred. He was about to press her again when her lips began to move.

"My Father is Lord Fvronian. I am his only daughter Marina Luvia..." Mari held her head in her hands and Orilios suddenly understood everything. He wanted to laugh at the absurdity of having found her in the company of a Deloran general. 

"Your father wanted you to marry my brother, Lycan..."

"Or whore for The King...I am no virgin. Even before Damian, I have slept with others. Commoners, soldiers many more. I am soiled goods now." Mari was defiant, and Aliyah laughed out loud in encouragement. She dared a glance at Damian, to see if he'd give her obvious lack of prior experience away but he simply grinned at her spirit.

Orilios looked to Damian, and cringed when Damian raised his glass to him in a mock toast. He smiled wearily and knew what he must do, by honour and duty to his brother Lycan who thought his betrothed bride had been kidnapped and lost.

"You misjudge your worth my Lady Marina." He teased her, because he couldn't help it from her brazen rebellion. 

"Your brother won't want a woman who has been wanton to lusts of many Xelian warriors..." 

"You don't know my brother." 

Aliyah couldn't help the fit of laughter that 

took her then, she knew well that Orilios would not allow her to be wed to someone she did not love. She also doubted from the look in Orilioses' eye, if his brothers' were as close as he claimed that any of them would mind either.

Mari shuddered, and hid her face in her hands. 

"You are right about one thing though Mari, your Father will be wild once the joy of seeing you unharmed recedes..." Reerdon found his comment unwelcome as he looked around the faces scowling back at him, he shrugged and left the table to go to the bar.

"I keep my oaths lovely Lady Luvia Fvronian..." Mari scowled at Orilios suddenly while nobody around them had any understanding.

Orilios stood abruptly and walked around to Maris' side. He held out his hand, and gave her a stern look that would not be denied. Mari hung her head and followed him hopelessly.

Aliyah darted quickly to block their way. "I am putting my faith in you Orilios. Do not..." 

Orilios beamed oddly at her, and nodded. Aliyah rested a hand on her friends shoulder in a show of support. "If word could reach the Palace that I am here, you will be able to find me should you need me. I will see you soon." Aliyah went to hug the younger woman, but halted when Mari shot her a look of loathing. "You cannot allow your family to go on believing you are dead!" 

Mari didn't like it, furthermore she didn't reply but she didn't scowl at her either. She just left with Orilios, with lead weights in her stomach. 

"Poor girl..." Reerdon spoke. Then he frowned and asked Damian and Aliyah, "Is she really as skilled as she claimed?"

Aliyah chuckled to herself not saying anything. Damian matched her humour. Aliyah thought about Mari and how she had only ever been to bed with one other man, and even though she had moaned later that it had been two things. Boring, and uninspiring. "Well one thing's for sure, she's no virgin. Damian can testify to that." They would have thought her words' an insult unless she had been trying so hard not to smile when she'd said them.

Reina stayed silent, seemingly in another world. "What do you think Orilios will say to her father?" 

"He is a man of honour." Damian didn't need to say it, but it reassured the women.

***

Lycan was having dinner with several of his friends. The chatter was cheerful, despite an air of melancholy that lay over his home. The Palace had lost their King. Now his brother Sander had fulfilled his birth right and had taken the crown. Good for him, Lycan thought merrily to himself. If their father had had his way, he himself would have been married to an insipid girl whose beauty was undeniable, and whose family and wealth were arguably a good match for him but the girl had supposedly been kidnapped by Deloran mercenaries. He doubted that any Delorans had ever had any part in her demise, but both her father Lord Fvronian and he despised the Delorans. Now he'd been recently told by a messenger that his younger brother Orilios had found the girl! He would not marry her, of that he was adamant, he was however curious of her story...

Lycan groaned as one of his brothers' wife's ladies nestled between his legs. He cupped her soft golden hair in his hand, and urged her to take more of his thick length further into her hot wet mouth. She was skilled, at swallowing in his opinion. He groaned in pleasure and flexed his powerful legs, whilst his men pretended to not notice what was going on beneath the table. It was not long before one of his hand held her mouth over his shaft, and he gripped the arm of his chair, he forced the girl to take his seed into her mouth. Holding her head there until he was completely spent. Even after he lost much of his hardness, the girl stayed beneath the table to suckle on his balls. He was more than happy for the girl to remain there, the remainder of the evening... 

"I am pleased to find you here my brother!" 

Lycan suddenly looked up, and hastily pushed the girl who was busy palming his balls roughly away, so that she landed on her back with a soft whimper. He hastily retied his trousers back up, and rose to greet his little brother.

"Ori!" They embraced each other as siblings do, and both suddenly looked down to see a pink faced, blonde haired woman hastily scurrying back under the cover of the table.

Orilios arched a brow at his shameless brother and smirked, who just shrugged. Lycan looked behind Orilios to the door way where a pale faced beauty stood, looking ready to take flight once more.

"I do not believe it..." Lycan stepped away from Orilios and walked slowly toward Mari. She had changed into one of her least favourite gowns. A deep green, high necked, long sleeved thing. Even though it did not reveal much flesh, it clung to her curves, and complemented her colouring perfectly.

Forcing her courage, Orilios came once more to stand beside her; she straightened her spine and willed her pulse to calm. Lycan was as handsome as she remembered, and as outrageously oversexed as well. Pretending not to have seen the girl scuttle back under the table, she waited to be addressed by name.

"The Maker has returned my would-be wife!" He called back to a raucous noise of cheering, and banging fists on wood.

"I think you'll find it was not the maker, but your brother..." Orilios noted that since meeting with her father again, and seeing the look of pained joy at her sudden resurrection, she found the courage to tell him why she ran in the first place. As Orilios had thought, her father had exploded with fury and ordered her to beg his brother Lycan for forgiveness. She had spared him no details after that. She had been entrusted to Orilioses' care from that moment. He had sent soldiers to fetch her belongings, and had her father told that once he calmed sufficiently he was welcome to visit her at the palace at his convenience.

Lycan stared in disbelief at Mari. He ogled her form with lust, and did not see any reason in hiding it. 

"Where did my brother find you?" 

Mari blushed crimson under his gaze, and had to look to Orilios for an answer for her. "I first met her company in Xel..."

Lycans' eyebrows shot up, and his surprise piqued Maris' anger. "As I told your brother, I am soiled goods, and of no use to you now!" Lycan began to laugh.

The men trying in vain to catch the conversation grew agitated at not knowing the joke, and cat called.

"One thing I am most pleased of is that you have finally found your tongue...And judging from the colour of your cheeks, the Xelian warriors showed you how to make use of it." He threw back his head and bellowed more deeply. 

"Lycan, I see that you are amused, but of a more serious concern. Her father has handed her into my care. He would have her seek your forgiveness, but I was unable to advise him of the futility of that occurrence, nor the need of it."

"So you shall reside within the Palace...I am pleased. I will have the pleasure of seeking your company in the days to come." With that he bowed to her, picking up her hand and kissing her knuckles lingeringly.

Mari opened and shut her mouth, unable to say anything. As Orilios led her away, he gave her an encouraging, and knowing smile. He tried to assure it would be alright, but Mari looked more frightened than ever.

***

Reina and Aliyah found themselves guests of Damians'. His home was large and very comfortable. Reerdon had asked Reina very gentlemanly if she would accompany him for a late night meal, and Aliyah found she was alone with Damian.

They were drinking and exchanging stories of battle until Reina and Reerdon came to tell them that they were setting off. 

Silence quickly filled the room. Aliyahs' skin itched as she thought of Mari, but Damian seemed unconcerned.

"If you are worried, we shall go and see Mari tomorrow..." Aliyah gave him a look that told him he doubted she would be a welcome guest of any of them, and they both laughed seeing the irony of the situation.

Aliyah stretched and her vision blurred, she eyed Damian blearily. "I find myself in your home...How is this? I know the wage of a warrior is not nearly enough to pay for walls as thick, and wine as fine as we have been drinking..."

Damian simply watched her, refusing to commit to anything.

"Where would the man of the house have me bedded then?" As intended the suggestive question elicited Damians' response. He pushed to his feet, and took the few steps to where Aliyah was seated, and extended an open hand down to her.

"I would have you..." He caught her wrist, and pulled her to her feet. He stared deeply into her eyes, and pondered how they had come to be where they were now...

"Is it the woman you are staring so intently at, or the notion of the last commander of the Delorans that finds your tongue so unusually redundant..." 

"What do you mean?"

"Surely Orilios and his brothers would be comforted to think, that I am being seduced and tempered by a trusted friend."

"You are bringing issues that are not mine to discuss Aliyah, for truth I do not understand any of what you are saying..."

She ran a hand through his hair, and raked her nails gently over his scalp. She watched as his eyes closed, and rolled into the back on his head in pleasure. "No, you have no idea..." His eyes widened in surprise when she arched her warm body into him, and danced her tongue along his bottom lip. She bit down gently, and made him groan. The kiss deepened, and ended with her taunting whisper... "Undress me, and take me to you bed..." Damian felt a craving coursing through his veins, like he'd never felt before.

He quickened his movements, when he saw her ample breasts exposed to his eyes. She turned laughing at him with her eyes, twirling playfully she turned her back on him, he got better access to her bindings and buckles and made quick profit from her manoeuvres. He slid a hand down the front of her trousers, and felt soft, hot, bare sticky skin. He pushed his fingers further down cupping and pulled her hard against his chest. He stooped quickly to pull her trousers fully off, and Aliyah took a small step away from him and turned back to him.

Damians' eyes raked from her fiery golden gaze, to the exquisite curve of her waist, and down the toned length of her bared legs. Above her left hip, sat a scar from a wound that should have been mortal... 

Aliyah stroked her scar affectionately, remembering briefly the lover who had tended her, and cared for her long after her scar had healed.

"The physician who saw to that wound, was skilled indeed..." Damians' husky voice brought her back to her present and for a moment her eyes fell closed. "I would have the woman who is about to enter my bed, here with me..." He wasn't angry, as she suddenly looked at him, but he was curious... 

Aliyah forced herself to act playful and narrowed her eyes on him. "Come and claim me then..." She got less than three steps before he had her breathless over his shoulder and striding quickly to where she assumed where his sleeping quarters.

Damian moved through the house. It was very cool compared to the fire lit seating area, where he had been entertaining Aliyah. He smoothed the goose bumps on her thighs, with a hot hand, and assured himself they would have no need of a fire tonight. Aliyah was silent as he moved quickly. She didn't want to talk anymore...

Aliyah missed her former lover, and contented herself as best she could with the knowledge that he was alive, and tending the sick somewhere in Xel...

Damian unloaded her, so that she landed atop a pile of cushions. She smoothed her hands out unconsciously about her, enjoying the texture of the soft cotton. She inhaled a strange citrus, and spiced wood scent. She didn't know what it was, but it was very pleasing and she took it all the way into her lungs. 




Warriors of Xel Ch. 05



Damian lit, a candle both side of the large bed, and slowly disrobed himself. Aliyah conceded in Damians' favour, that between him and her former healer that he was ahead on physique and fitness. His angular jaw, was grazed with mid night stubble, and his eyes glittered like a mid night sky. He looked like an ancient hero, as he perused her. His jet black hair softened his sharp cheek bones a little. Aliyah licked her lips as she saw the head of his thickness glisten in the flicker and soft shadows with oozing pre cum.

"You are too desirable to be a warrior, you must have been lavished upon by your mother, and the bane of your father for your mothers' affections..." It was a kind thing to say, and Damian grinned, telling Aliyah she was correct.

"Have you any siblings?"

"No, I was raised by my Keep. My General was the closest thing to a father I ever had. I was blessed... And you?"

"I have three sisters. All older, my father was most relieved when I showed favour for the horse and sword rather than my sisters dresses, and toys." Aliyah laughed at the image of Damian as a young boy, dressed as a girl.

Aliyahs' focus blurred when he was finally fully naked. He pulled her slowly to the edge of the bed, and wrapped her sculpted calves around his waist. Aliyah remained upon her back, and let him lean down to ensnare her lips. He drugged her with his scent, and insistent branding sweeps of his hot wet tongue. 

"I am going to take you like I'm kissing you...Firm and slow. You will not know your own name, or anything of where you are when I have done with you. And you shall remember this night, and not wish to ever leave my bed..."

Aliyah laughed, even though a part of her believed everything he had told her. She didn't get a chance to belittle his ego with words of false testimony, she let him suckle on her breasts, and trail a path down her stomach. He used his broad shoulders to set her thighs wide apart, and lapped at her engorged nub with the tip of his tongue. She groaned as he teased her weeping slit with his middle finger, and then tickled her anus with gentle circles. 

Aliyahs' head lolled from side to side, and she gripped the bedding above and beside her. He was driving her toward the edge, to pull back and then taking her rushing over the edge. Damians' tongue did not stop once she peaked, but continued to lap until Aliyah was sobbing his name. It was enough to make her want to tell him to stop, but too good for her to be able to think.

She watched his eyes as he leaned over her, and bore his weight down upon his muscled arms, he rested over her. Spreading her legs for him, she let him nestle his full weight upon her. Aliyah pushed her tongue into his mouth, and felt him shudder as he allowed her to taste herself. His thick, long cock was at her entrance, and she bucked her hips and nipped his ear to let him know she was more than ready for him.

He did not slide in gently; instead his first thrust was hard and at a calculated angle. He knew he had it right when he felt her sharp intake of breath, and tight inner channel ripple around his thick vein ridged cock. He maintained the angle and the pressure, and began rocking...

"I would think it has been a long time since you had a man inside you. Your body is perfection, and only made better by the heat in your pussy, searing my own shaft. Hot, tight, slick. Like a horny virgin who's a born wanton..." Aliyah wasn't sure if it was the deep timbre of his voice, or the erotic words he spoke, but soon she felt herself building toward a deep terrifying, body convulsing climax.

She clutched his biceps, and arched her neck. Damian gave into temptation, and claimed the arch of her neck with his lips, tongue and teeth. Aliyahs' pussy fluttered around his length at the same moment. He thrust hard, and bit down. Aliyah suddenly cried out, and clutched his body tighter than before. Her legs were painful as they wound around him completely. He thrust harder and harder, determined to take her over the edge a second time before he found release himself.

He had intended to take it slowly, but her responses made him more aggressive and sexually predatory. Aliyah did not come down, until he pumped his burning seed inside her quaking pussy. She rippled, mewled, and finally kissed him with her soul. 

"Damian..." She whimpered unable to find the words, and too happy to say anything else. His pride puffed at her tone, and the acknowledgement of his prowess. 

"The pleasure was mine, believe me..." He huffed between grated teeth. Speech was difficult when her pussy rippled again around his shaft. He eased out of her, to roll on to his side. Aliyah rolled with him, and kissed him on the nose.

She smiled with her eyes closed and revelled in the beauty of the moment. Nothing mattered but the man in her arms, and warmth and exhaustion of her body. Bliss was a rare thing, and she wrapped herself in it, as Damian did the chivalrous thing and pulled the blankets around them both.

"I am not willing to leave this bed..." She whispered, slipping into slumber.

Damian lay awake afterward, pondering her earlier scepticism and what it meant. He gradually acknowledged the power and station she possessed. She was possibly the only Deloran left, in a position to rally her country men, and head a campaign to take back the Deloran lands. 

If she were to do so though, it would mean renewed War and misery for everyone. The lurid parasitic filth that had ravaged the Amenian lands had made themselves clear, that they were content with the Amenian forests and gorges. All human civilisation had been driven from their homes, and now it solely belonged to those filthy creatures no one was sure of, and their power. All people knew was that people changed, and were lost once infected. Husbands' had turned on children, and mothers' had turned on mothers'. Damian didn't think he would ever have the heart to ask her exactly what had happened.

Sander would not stand for the possibility of renewed war and infection, no matter the truth or honour of what should be done...



Warriors of Xel Ch. 06



*Hi all, this story is a lot more graphic and a return to the heat first promised in installments one and two. I do appreciate the feed back, and I do my best to keep everyone happy. I hope you enjoy. 

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Reina was on her hands and knees, with Reerdons' lusty dick sliding in and out of her. He had her bent over a barrel in a very literal sense of the word. She grinned from ear to ear, with satisfied pleasure. He was punishing her thoroughly, and so far it had been a very agreeable experience for her.

Her wrists had been bound, and she was blind folded. She hoped he was going to kidnap her. The grain of the wood was pleasantly rough over her belly for Reina, and every so often he would smack her hard across her backside. Reina whooped with delight every time the sharp sound of his open palm hit her rump, and clapped loudly in her ears. He was not hurting her in the least with his punishment. His cock however was beginning to rub her raw. She was well greased with her own juices, but he was thrusting like he'd not had a woman in months. The thought made Reina titter, to which Reerdon responded by swatting her bottom with more force.

"I do not see where your humour stems from?"

"Stems from?" Reina gritted out, between taking thrusts to her swollen used pussy. "You are fucking me like you haven't had a whore in months. My cunt is beginning to sore you lumbering animal..."

He answered her by slowing his thrusts but increasing the strength of them. Reina's mouth fell open, as she contracted with pleasure. The pain was forgotten as she began to cum. 

"I have had plenty of women, but you're right. I haven't had a descent slut since you." He pulled out before he came, and stomped around to where her hair covered her face, and her dress had been cut open to lewdly reveal her buxom pebbled breasts. He grabbed a fist full of dark ruby hair, and shoved his sloppy cock into her mouth. Reina groaned, and took his cock all the way to the back of her throat, and further. She revelled in his surprised growl. No man was too much for her, no matter how she was bound, they thought she was being used. 

"Woman you have the sweetest mouth I have ever felt. Take my cum down your throat. Take it, take it, take..." He didn't finish his last words because Reina hollowed her cheeks, and wriggled her tongue along the base of his dick. He jerked and thrust harshly forward, cutting off Reina's air supply for a few moments. She coughed when he finally pulled out. 

Reina expected him to give her an apology for his loss of control, not the renewed slaps upon her ass. 

After Reina it wasn't going to stop she began to yelp in outrage as her blushed ass was paddled. 

Reerdon knew Reina thought it was him paddling her now, but he had sated his lust for the moment, and was content to watch a fellow Xelian take his turn with his wanton slut. She was his to do with as he pleased, and he revelled in the knowledge, that when she might be fucked by half a dozen men, she would submit to him properly before the night was done. 

Reina whimpered as her ass was paddled with a wooden clapper. It wasn't Reerdon, she realised with an involuntary clench in her pussy. She could feel his eyes on her from somewhere else. This mans' hands were different. They were not as big, and he smacked her with much more force. Reerdon was a gentle giant compared to this brute, whoever he was...

It went on, and on, and on...Reina begged inaudibly. It wasn't pleasurable for her anymore. She was now in serious pain. She bit her tongue, and swallowed her pride before she called out to him.

"Reerdon, I am not enjoying your friends' attentions. He will not have as a big or thick a cock as yours, and I know he will be useless at using whatever length he has been cursed with. Please, please take me somewhere and punish me yourself..."

Reerdon guffawed when Reina began to screech as his friend paddled her with renewed vigour. He obviously didn't appreciate being called inadequate, nor could he see the humour in her words. He caught the warriors' eye, and held up his hand to cease the torture. 

Reina had the sense to stay quiet, when the paddling stopped without warning. Reerdon stepped behind her to inspect her bottom himself. He ran his roughened palm over each globe, and soothed the hot red skin. He wasn't sure what to do...

His friend was aroused and annoyed so he pointed toward her mouth. 

Reina took the unknown mans' cock into her mouth, and suckled away on him. He didn't choke her, instead he surprised her by caressing her face, and gently teasing the sensitive skin over her collar bone. She whimpered with her mouth full, when a fresh set of fingers began to tap on her clitoris. Tap, tap, tap...Each time it sent a jolt of electricity all over her body. Her nipples begged to suckled, and nipped or twisted in sensual pain.

Reina was burning to be filled again. Her increased desire confused her, as much as it intimidated her. She tried to mumble something, but the man in her mouth kept control of her mouth with the movements of his hips. He worked himself in and out, steadily. He was not small, or unskilled as she had predicted. His musky scent made her head swim, and she jerked sharply when a wet tongue probed her pussy from behind. She didn't know it was Reerdon, and gave a fresh keen of submission.

Wet and hot, it poked at her sodden slit. Reerdon pushed two of his thick fingers into her wet channel to lubricate them, and then began to work them into her inviting anus. It was painfully slow for Reina, as she was grasped securely by the hair, and forced to lie still under the working ministrations of both men. 

Reerdon grinned at the man gently fucking his whores face, and smiled devilishly to himself. He searched in his pocket and pulled out a small plug, the diameter of two of his fingers, and wickedly slowly, rotated it into the puckered kiss of her ass. When he was finished, he stood and angled his cock to her pussy. He waited several minutes, only teasing her with little pushes and painful light strokes over her engorged nubbin. Finally he eased his fat head past her tight entrance, and all the way in to butt against her cervix deep inside her.

Reina started to make muffled mewls, as the cock in her mouth, slid in - the thick cock in her pussy slid out, but the plug in her burning anus remained firmly lodged in place. 

They set a slow rhythm that built steadily within her, but denied her release. Reinas' internal muscles clenched around the plug, and made Reerdons' shaft seem impossibly thicker.

She was shaking when and covered with a sheen of sweat, by the time the pace in her mouth and pussy picked up. The cock in her dripping slit began to thrust powerfully and Reina's pussy did the only thing it could, and that was to spasm in utter submission. She kept cumming, and could only make an o with her mouth when the penis in her mouth began to shuttle in and out.

He growled when she sucked harder and harder on him. It twitched, and unexpectedly erupted filling her entire mouth with more cream than she could possibly swallow. The hot member slid from her mouth, but the pistoning motion now slapping against her ass and pussy continued.

Reerdon felt savage control surging through him, and he reached under his whore and began frigging her slutty clitoris hard and fast. She bucked, and screamed. Too much, but she was powerless to help herself or stop his unrelenting attack. 

The man whom she didn't know was spent and observing the royal fucking Reerdon was giving this woman. She had a mouth like a prized whore, and he was well pleased with the turn of things this evening. Finally she was begging him, as he had wanted. He chuckled to himself, as he refastened his piece away, and strode out the door. Her cries could be heard from a long way away...

Reerdon exploded inside her quaking, shuddering, convulsing hole. He collapsed his weight across her back, and breathed hot breath raggedly onto the back of her neck.

"Reerdon? " She murmured weakly.

"Hmm..." Was all he could manage...

"I can't take anymore..."

"Are you sure..." A deep familiar voice spoke.

Reerdon began to laugh and thought for a moment. 

He removed the blind fold and let his little slut see what was awaiting her. 

Reina paled visibly when she saw Orilios, standing with another man who looked similar but had darker colouring. The second had a gleam in his eye, and she knew she was in trouble when a prince wanted entertaining...



Warriors of Xel Ch. 07



Mari was reeling from the conversation she had just had with the Queen...Her Father had come barging into the palace demanding she be punished for the disgrace and worry she had caused him. He hadn't cared how she was to fulfil her duty to the "gracious" Prince for her dishonouring of him, but he would leave it the capable hands of the Crown.

Mari stared at her paleness in the mirror. She had not returned for this. To be humiliated, and trussed over a wooden bar to be humbled morning and night. It would not happen!

Mari rushed to her wooden chest, and rifled until she found the razor sharp jewelled blade she had been given by her Mother before she had died. She walked with shaking hands back toward the mirror and took a deep breath and a large clasp of hair. She slowly brought the knife up and ran the knife easily through her soft hair. The strands fell as she set to work. When she was done, she peered at her reflection. Her eyes were huge and she looked very different.

She thought of how Reina was being used at that precise moment and she hurried back to her chest for the only suitable clothing she knew she had. She disrobed and quickly as she could, tearing mercilessly at the silk mauve bodice, and tore it with savage glee. It lay in tatters at her feet. She stamped on it for effect. She sat on the bed, as she pulled long black soft leather trousers, and a matching black silken top. Over that she pulled a warm burgundy under cloak, and atop of that, a midnight blue riding cloak. She looked at herself in the mirror and knew there would be no going back from this. Once the Royals knew of her escape, she would not be able to return.

She climbed through the large window above her small balcony and checked to see if any guards were bellow. Her escape route was clear, and without thinking, she quickly moved back inside to finish by pulling on her boots.

She landed with an agonising jolt through her body. She crouched low, and listened for the call of alarm. The dusk painted the sky bloody red, and made the air chilly. Her hands came down to feel the dry grass and she marvelled for a moment how her senses had suddenly heightened. She pushed to her feet, and moved quickly, keeping to the wall. She was still a Lady but none would recognise her. She ran along the wall, hidden by the weaving maze of hedges, and made it to the tall old tree she had climbed as a child when escaping this garden. The tree was the same, and her escape was as practised as if she were still a girl of 10.

She had coin, jewels and gold. She knew she would have to buy a horse as soon as she could. They would know once they found her badly hidden hair that she did not intend to return. She looked back once and gave a disrespectful flip of her hand at The Royal Palace and those who dwelt there, and turned her back on them for good.

***

Reina was in agony. She had been tied over a frame that tilted her forward, and splayed her legs apart. Between them a woman was gently tickling her now bare slit. She was aching, and whimpering. The man in front of her had his cock in his hands, and occasionally rubbed it across her cheek. She yearned to take it into her mouth, but they kept asking her questions she couldn't answer. Silly things about stories she had never heard of.

Each time she got the answer wrong, the bitch who had been tasked with diddling her would work her toward climax, and then she'd struggle for the answer they told her she'd already been told. How could anyone concentrate on something like that, when they ached for climax.

Reina hadn't realised she would enjoy an audience. It heated her in a way she had never known.

Reerdon was laughing and drinking out of her line of sight, but she could hear him and cursed him under her breath.

The woman behind her, reached under her and caressed her bare stomach. Her flesh fluttered, and she wriggled. She leaned forward and murmured into her ear. "The next question they are going to ask you will be about the Prince Orilios. He likes taking women from behind..." Reina didn't know what to make of the words that had just been whispered to her, but she shuddered when once more the other woman's fingers went back to gently circling her ripened pussy.

Orilios walked forward and he took the girls place behind her. The comment she had just been given suddenly didn't feel like help, but a taunt. The woman grinned wickedly at her, and mouthed enjoy at her.

Orilios proved more skilled than the girl, and circled her defenceless clitoris with merciless grace.

"Please..." She sobbed as she neared another long denied climax.

This time to her delight, the thick shaft that had been bobbing in front of her slid into her welcoming mouth. She sucked hard, and took as much as she was able. She bobbed her head back and forth upon it, and yielded control easily when the man firmly claimed her head with a firm grasp of her hair.

"A good slut deserves a treat..." The man above her said, and before she knew another thing Orilios slid his shaft into her swollen, weeping hole. She had been teased, and tickled and suckled and nibbled by different women for hours. Long denied any climax and now she was being fucked by a Prince and a man she didn't know.

Reina shut her eyes against the leers of wanton lust from both the men and women around her. She was in a large chamber, surrounded by maybe 200 nobles and warriors. The man slowly thrusting back and forth in her mouth, forced his cock deeper into her mouth, grazing the back of her throat. Orilios's hand came down sharply on her rear, making several women yelp with laughter. Reina knew a depth of shame she had not thought possible. The smacks made her milk the Prince's cock in helpless time to his thrusts. Reerdon must have told him how her body responded to sensual punishment. She felt heat in her stomach pooling in her slit, and she knew it would be dripping out of her.

The cock exploded inside of her mouth, and she swallowed his salty cum without a grumble, and found herself released, but Orilios continued to spank and thrust into her. Her head hung, and she hid behind her hair.

Reina was so close to climax she clenched down on the Princes thick cock as hard as she could. He thrust much harder and roughly dug his fingers into her pert, jiggling backside.

"The Prince likes it when the woman he's fucking really wants what he's giving her..." It was the taunting witch's words that made her realise what she would yet have to give up, for her completion.

"Please fuck me. Please, please let me cum. I need your hot cum inside me. I need it, I need it. Please give it to me!" Reina couldn't sensor her words. Once they were out, silence descended until several applause came from Reerdon. He threw his head back with laughter.

"Bastard..." She swore at him, but only Orilios heard her and it made him chuckle. He believed she had endured enough, and he quickened his pace and reached around to manipulate her hardened pleasure nubbin.

Reina sobbed as her climax rolled over her in wave after sweet wave. Orilios continued to fuck her throughout and when he reached his own release his balls were smacking against her ravaged pussy lips.

Orilios pulled out his shaft and stood back for the pleasure girl Erin to suck his clean. She knelt down at his feet and looked up at him with big brown eyes. She smirked at Reina's trembling form. A thought struck him. The girl had tormented Reina with delight. He thought she could repay some of the misery she'd caused her.

He pushed Erin back and pointed toward Reina's behind. "Clean her, all of her." He spoke quietly and caught the look of irritation there.

Reina whimpered when she looked beneath her to see the red haired witch nestling between her legs once more. Erin caught the look of anguish and decided, her task not so bad after all.

Her tongue flicked Reina's clitoris and she flinched with a sharp hiss of pleasure. Erin used both of her hands, and massaged the reddened globes of her ass. Reina couldn't hide the moans of pleasure the other woman wrung from her. Reina felt fingers gently probing the sensitive skin around her ass and she brought her head up sharply.

"That's very good Erin. Keep going..." Orilios's deep voice brought Reina's head up sharply and she peered around at him. Both of Reina's holes were slowly filled with a finger, and her weeping slit was singing with pleasure. Reina couldn't deny it and wept with carnal moans under the other woman's expertise.

Erin made Reina beg for each climax she gave her. She worked the sluts pleasures points as only another woman would know how to do, and revelled in the wanton act of it all. Erin loved an audience even more than she loved kneeling down to receive each Prince's cock.

Reerdon approached Reina heated beyond endurance by the cries the talented red head was ringing her. She would be featuring in Reina's punishment on a regular basis. He undid his trousers and gently cupped Reina's face in his palm. He was gentle with her as he fed her his cock. When Erin tired another woman took her place and Reina who had momentarily sagged with relief mewled around Reerdons cock once more. Please she tried, but Reerdon ordered the girl to make Reina climax 10 times before he did. Then he said just to tease and gently probe her ass, whilst keeping her tongue on her nub.

Erin sat astride Orilios's cock and bounced up and down happily. With her eyes glued to Reina's writhing tortured form. Erin couldn't remember the last time she was so turned on. Then to her delight Orilios repositioned her so that she was no longer supported on his cock. and he took her arms behind her back and turned her so she had a better view. It was not comfortable but delicious, to be held so and fucked so harshly. Orilios knew just how she liked to be abused.

"You're going to be on that wrack once Reina has had her turn." 

Erin couldn't protest, because the thought pushed her over the edge. "Please..." She managed.

She couldn't say anymore, as her change in position left her open mouth ripe for invitation to a huge hard cock. The man grabbed her hair, and used her mouth roughly until he came. Erin was lifted and placed over the frame when Reina was untied and lifted by her own captor.

Erin tried to struggle but a hard whack and a stern word from Orilios had her stilling instantly.