0 comments/ 94475 views/ 2 favorites The Way to Ishgartan Ch. 1 By: Hecate Click Here for audio pt. 1 Click Here for audio pt. 2 Chapter 1: Bathing Beauty Like dark shadows against an only slightly lighter horizon, the storm clouds were racing across the sky over the sleeping land. The few villages close to the giant mountain chain of Ishgartan were silent and unlit, and only the most desperate of wanderers would be spending the night outside the relative shelter of one of the modest Inns. The increasing wrath of the storm howled through the weathered peaks and canyons, adding the sound of thousands of suffering souls to the already ghostly scene. It had been earlier this evening, when a small group of travelers had arrived at the "Night Shadow", one of the rather luxurious places in one of the nameless villages. The rain that had been drizzling for hours had soaked the cloaks of the company and everything they were wearing underneath , so the blazing fire in the common room was most appreciated by the men, whereas the Ladies had some hot water brought to the small room to take a bath. Talea had been surprised to actually see the Innkeeper and one of his helpers drag in the huge copper tub that seemed to fill the whole room, but for Princess Maryah, bride-to-be of the mighty but mysterious Prince of Ishgartan, it was not worth a second thought and she kept whining and complaining about the hard journey and the missing luxury of the place. More than once during the last days Talea had been tempted to just pull the spoiled little Princess across her lap and give her a sound spanking to bring her back down to earth... but she always had managed to get a grip on her temper just in time. Even now, as she watched the young girl taking off her wet clothes she had this inviting picture of leaving a few clear imprints of her strong hands on this white and firm cute royal buttocks. She had to reign herself in and bite her tongue to not blast out with another sharp remark when Lady Maryah carelessly dropped her gown and undergarments in one pile on the floor and stepped into the steaming hot water, waving to Talea to bring her a glass of the mulled wine they had ordered previously and then dismissing her with a nonchalant gesture and the order to take care of her dress. Apparently calm and humble, Talea took care of the room and the Princess' whims, but inside, Talea was boiling in rage and fury - too many had been the humiliations this little brat had made her suffer during the last few days while she had taken the place as the Princess' maid. She should have refused the job in the first place, she thought. The moment they told her she would have to dress like a maid in long cumbersome skirts instead of her leather armor she should have just stepped out on them. It was too late to complain now - and after all, she mused, she was a mercenary and would sell her sword to the highest bidder - who in this case had been King Arden, father of Princess Maryah. He had taken Talea into his service together with two of her friends to escort his daughter to the marriage with this mysterious Prince of a kingdom Talea had heard talking about in fairy tales during her faintly remembered childhood. During her years as an adolescent she had forgotten about fairies and such, circumstances turning her into a fierce fighter, tough as most men, and as most of her warrior companions she had succumbed to the taint of this trade, fast money, fast adventures, no mercy and always a fast death in sight. Hadn't her ample breasts and curving waist line been too obvious, she sometimes would have forgotten about being a woman, but then again, she thought with a chuckle, her male companions' stares and attentions frequently made sure she'd not forget about that ... The voice of Lady Maryah brought her back to reality. "Come here girl, and wash my back!" With a muttered curse through clenched teeth she finished hanging the wet cloths over a chair at the fire to dry and then turned her attention to the luxurious figure relaxing in the steaming soapy water. Talea had to admit that Maryah was a beautiful you woman. The milky skin had not a single disturbing mark and piles of heavy golden curls framed her small and perfectly symmetrical face. For a moment Talea felt jealousy flood through her veins as she thought about the marks that signed her steeled body from the many fights that had left her scarred and bleeding... and she figured it would not hurt teaching the soaking beauty a little lesson. Returning her appearance to a demure maid, she stepped closer to the tub, her eyes with an almost male expertise judging the full breasts that were only partially covered by the water, pert rosy nipples rising and falling with every breath. The white slender neck dropped to slim and perfectly rounded shoulders, the tender skin inviting a kiss or a bite ... In silence Talea picked up the sponge Maryah had tossed at her feet when calling her, and made her way to the tub. Rolling up her sleeves, she put some of the rose scented soap on her hand and slowly started to massage Maryah's back. After a moment she could tell that the long ride and the hot bath in addition with the mulled wine started to show their effect on the Princess. She was slightly leaning forward , eyes closed in a dreamlike state. "Good" Talea mused "I wonder how long it is gonna take to make you wake up again, my little one..." and with a malicious smile she started to rub the Princess' back with the sponge, gently and soft, then started to move higher, up the neck, hardly able to resist the urge to decorate this unmarked flesh with her teeth or fingernails ... or her dagger. The warm water ran down the neck and over Maryah's shoulders, little streams broke to glistening pearls on the milky skin, shimmering in the dim light of the room. Talea started to follow these rivulets with the sponge at first , then with her finger tips. The asked for reaction did not cease to set in before long. As Talea traced the side of Maryah's neck down to her shoulders and then further down towards her chest, she could see goose bumps rise on the Princess' immaculate skin. With a wicked smile she bent down and whispered into the royal ear sweet words of how beautiful she was and how happy Talea was to be granted the privilege of serving her, all the time making sure her caressing breath sent a few more shivers through the bathing beauty's body. When Talea was sure the Princess was completely relaxed and comfortable with the attention she was getting, she proceeded her action to the full and inviting hills that seemed to be little islands in an ocean of soap water. Cupping the firm little breasts in her hand she raised them out of the water, watching the nipples stiffen under the cool air in the room. Like pebbles in a river bed they were, smooth to the touch and hard when she gently squeezed and pinched them. Instead of an outburst of indignation about this treatment, with a satisfied vicious smile Talea watched the Princess' lips open slightly and a moan of abandon escaped the ruby lips. Intensifying her attentions to the luscious flesh she bent down and outlined the Princess' full berry lips with the tip of her tongue, slowly increasing the pressure until she had a very responsive hungry mouth begging for a more passionate kiss and the fragile body in the tub arching to the attention of her hands. Both requests were fulfilled, and in her mind Talea was highly amused about this oh so snobby and remote royalty who was nothing but a horny slut after all. While the women's mouths interlocked in a hot passionate kiss, Talea let her hands now freely roam the body of Maryah, tracing the line up her inner thigh to the soft patch of hair. With expert fingers she gently parted the virgin folds to find this most delicate spot - and a sharp breath and following moan told her she had been successful in her search for Lady Maryah's pleasure bud. After a few more strokes in this most intimate region, Talea broke the kiss and looked down on the woman in the water, eyes closed and mouth opened, one hand caressing the stiff nipple Talea could not take care off while exploring other realms, the before white and cold body now arching and glowing with passion... "It is time for you to get out of the tub, Lady Maryah. The water starts to become cold and .... " before she could finish the sentence she realized that her words were not heard. A complaining whimper to not stop now was all she could distinguish in the mumbles of Maryah - and she realized with delight that the Lady would most likely not have any reliable recollection of what just had happened but enough of it to have a tormented night and something to wonder about the next few days. With this knowledge she bent down and without too much effort lifted the fragile frame out of the water, wrapped her into a warmed towel and tugged her into bed. She was rather pleased with this little excursion on the road of revenge - the bad thing was that she now too was highly aroused by this interlude. With a wry smile she dressed herself in another of the dresses and after making sure the Princess was asleep she made her way down to the common room to where her companions were awaiting her. To Be Continued... The Way to Ishgartan Ch. 2 Click Here for audio pt. 1 Click Here for audio pt. 2 Chapter 2: The Common Room * * * * * Coming down the stairs Talea was greeted by the laughter and the smells of ale and food. Immediately she was spotted by her companions and they gestured delightedly for her to come and join them. With a smile that held quite some promise for the guys she approached the table in one of the darker corners of the not too crowded room. During the last few days she had had hardly any chance to spend some time with them , since the spoilt brat of Princess had kept her busy with all sorts of humiliating tasks, like mending a gown, or cleaning the many boots or just keeping the Lady Maryah company and listen to her ramble or letting her win at playing cards. So for the first time in several days she was able to spend a relaxing evening in enjoyable company - and immediately she was in the best of moods. Not caring too much about the fact that she was supposed to act like a serving maid, she ordered a mug of ale and when it came she emptied half of it with the first gulp. After she had set down the mug again and wiped away the foam with her sleeve in a completely non-ladylike manner, she was looking straight into the highly amused faces of her companions, Cram and Darian. In her opinion they were the most handsome guys she ever had met - but that was just her maybe twisted taste... They were both standing quite tall, the bodies well proportioned, not bulging with packs of muscles but firm. Often when looking at them in a fight she thought they were like giant cats of prey. The skin tanned by the long hours spent on horse back and living in the woods made their faces seem to be carved of stone, and she knew about the effect on the enemy their seemingly lifeless stare could have. While Cram wore his hair cut short, Darian had it tied back, the black mane reaching well over his shoulders and halfway to his back. When dressed in the light leather armor and dark traveling cloaks all three of them were usually wearing, the men looked like Brothers of Death impersonate, their scars indicating that they were in for serious business if need be. And brothers in battle they were. Talea often wondered how the men had met - they were no relatives, that much she knew, but they were like brothers more than any blood line could ever make them. This strong bond between the men made it possible for the three of them to get along so well... because they all were ready to share everything with each other. Which was a great thing, Talea thought as the itch between her legs seemed to grow stronger - since she couldn’t have possibly made a choice between the two of them. Upon the thought of dragging them both out of the Inn and behind the stables to get satisfaction for this burning desire she felt herself blush. The deep full laughter of both the men made her realize that they too had noticed her wandering thoughts, and under the table she felt a hand slowly playing with her skirts, reminding her that she was supposed to behave as a Lady’s maid... and dragging scary warriors out of an Inn to have them go down on her behind the stables was just not in. The other way round, she figured with a mischievous grin, it would have been perfectly all right, and none of the patrons, she was hundred percent sure about that, would have interfered with the fearsome couple if they had decided to take advantage of a little serving wench. It just wasn’t fair ....In the meantime, the explorer who had been busy finding a way under her layered skirts had made some progress, and Talea felt her heartbeat speeding up as the callused hand now touched bare skin - most likely it was Cram she thought, seeing this sparkle in his eyes - moved higher along her leg and thigh, pushing her skirts up with its tormenting slow pace. "Now Sis, what did she do to you tonight? Or should I rather ask what did you do to her? When you came down you looked like a cat just having had a nice bowl of cream, still licking the whiskers and looking for some dessert..." Darian had this big knowing grin on his face and she just loved the guys for knowing her so well. Before she could answer, the hand had reached the hot wet spot it was heading for, and she could not suppress a gasp as Cram slid a finger along her smoothly shaven and now dripping wet valley. "Ohhhh , I’d say Bro, someone has a confession to make ... can’t be just you and me and the few days of abstinence having this effect on li’lle Cinderella here!" And with a teasing grin and a wink he withdrew his hand, leaving Talea even more excited than she had already been. She wondered if a full on and detailed description of the bathing incident would be enough to get these two horny, not knowing if their needs had been taken care of by the village beauties the previous nights while she was boring herself to death with the Princess. Once again she cursed herself for having accepted the task under the given conditions, but then again ... she sighed ... it was a job and a well paid one at that.Darian ordered another round of ale and a small glass of the locally produced clear distillate the peasants called Tzaca for each of them. And by the time a pretty lass approached the table to serve the drinks, Talea had started telling the guys about the bathing incident, and about the fact that under the seemingly oh so sophisticated cover of Her Royal Highness Princess Maryah, there was only the average slut. To get the guys into the right mood for her own plans, she continued to describe how the little princess had started to whine and beg when she had left her short before reaching the climax, and that she was probably right now laying in her sheets, lost in wine induced dreams, craving for release of this burning fire in her groins Talea had ignited. And how much fun they would have with her in this state, Maryah being totally dominated by her sexual desire, probably ready to beg to be thoroughly fucked, licking the boots of those whom she treated like the dirt on the road during the days.... she kept going, describing the appealing sight of a begging princess in the dirt, well aware that the men had been thinking along these lines many times while traveling and being treated like the lowest servants. She painted vivid pictures of the fragile virgin being the plaything of all of Cram’s and Darian’s desires, knowing she would be the only one to benefit from the results, since it was one part of the deal with King Arden to deliver his daughter to her future husband in the state of virginity.By the time they had finished their ales and gulped down the Tzaca, Talea was not too sure anymore, if the glitter in her brothers’ eyes was a result of the alcohol or of her story, but to be perfectly honest, she did not care too much seeing the bulges that had grown in their pants. And without much more discussion Cram tossed a handful of coins on the table and they went upstairs to the warriors’ room. And soon the moans of passionate love making mingled with the howling wind of this stormy night. To Be Continued... The Way to Ishgartan Ch. 3 Click Here for audio pt. 1 Click Here for audio pt. 2 * * * * * Chapter 3: Awaiting His Bride If ever a traveler had dared the journey across the Ishgartan mountains and lived long enough to return, he would have had mysterious and horrible tales to tell. But none of the peasants in the nearby villages recalled that having happened during the last hundred years or more. Of course there were the ancient stories the old women told when sitting around a fire during the long winter evenings. Stories that made you shiver and shake. And later in the night, when the moon would disappear behind the clouds, the nightmares would be filled with the shapes of giant bats and screams that made the blood freeze in the tormented sleeper’s veins. Growing up in the shadows of the looming mountains, which were part of the next kingdom already, the people dwelling in this last corner of the realm of King Arden had learned to live with the dark secrets radiating from Ishgartan. This feeling of horror and fear that befell everyone not used to the vibrations that made this mountains seem a living creature themselves had lead to this part of the country becoming a remote and barely visited one, a part that was to be avoided for your own good, a place the nannies would tell the children legends about to scare them to be good. High in the Ishgartan mountains, the pale moon light caressed the magnificent construction from ages long lost, Raven Castle. No sign of decay marked the construction that seemed to be cut from the stone of the mountain itself, the surface shining like polished marble in the dark shades of death and doom. The few humans who were rewarded with the sight of Raven Castle though, hardly ever had had a chance to tell anyone about it, too strong was the spell of this ancient magic place and unknown the fate of those who followed the voices whispering words of eternal life and treasures beyond imagination. Apparently deserted during the hours of the day, the Castle awoke to magnificent life at night, and court was held in the chambers by those who were the Children of Eternal Darkness. And children they seemed to be - there was no trace of age on the almost disturbingly beautiful faces, no sign of the burden of many years could be noticed in the liquid movements of the fragile shapes. And when during the small hours of the night they stretched their wings and claimed the sky, the night birds fell silent in awe. Prince Shaidur of Ishgartan was silent tonight. The eternal ruler of the Kingdom of Darkness felt restless and ..... Adrianna was dying and he knew it was about time for the ancient ritual to be performed to refresh the blood that kept the clan alive over the centuries. It was time to take another wife who would nurture him, the High Lord, and thus his clan for the next hundred years. Only his life gave life to the clan, if he died they all would share his fate. So he had sent word to King Arden to remind him of the contract between the countries that had been signed by their ancestors in times lost in the dust of history, but which had never been broken. To keep the peace between the countries, every hundred years the Prince of Ishgartan would marry the daughter of the neighbor kingdom. Of course, he thought with a little smile, nobody knew that the Prince of Ishgartan was eternal, getting married over and over again, whereas the princesses changed ... nobody knew that the Prince married to live, but the Princess to die. As long as her parents would live or any other relatives who might care he made sure the girls did not realize what was really going on. So their letters to home and family would be filled with happy babbles about how he spoilt them with jewels and the finest of fabrics from the far away exotic countries, and how they loved him , adored him, were happy to have found such a husband ... he usually managed to make them his devoted slaves ... he chuckled ... what else were they anyway? He took their blood, he took their souls... and usually was given their hearts and bodies more than willingly. They were fun - at least for the first twenty years ... and after that, he shrugged his shoulders and dismissed the thought. After all, the girls were not suffering, they were fulfilled by the knowledge of doing it to please him, they were rewarded with hundred years of youth and a life free from all worries, and it was just an unfortunate twist of nature that after about one hundred years the human body biologically refused to re-produce the necessary amount of blood so that he had to replace his source of life in certain turns of time. It was time for renewal again, he could tell by the feeling in his own body that Adrianna was becoming weaker and weaker by the day, and although she wasn’t visibly aging he was just fed up with her anyway. If it wouldn’t have been too obvious and causing too much rumor, he thought, he would have taken a daughter of each of the Kings, not only one in a century. But those were the rules and they were established to maintain the peace in the world more than for his own pleasure, so he would have to put up with them. He rose from his chair and wandered the silent halls of his private quarters - he needed to feed again, too little had it been what he had been able to get earlier. He remembered the days when he had gone out hunting with the others, before he had been granted the privilege of his own clan... sometimes it seemed like yesterday.... when he had felt the fear in his victims before sinking his fangs into their warm pulsing veins, when the plump farm girls had succumbed to his promises and followed him into the stables where he would first taste their sweet kiss and pleasures of the flesh, before taking their lives in an ecstatic moment of sucking the warm blood from their veins and filling them with his seed at the same time. But more than all this physical satisfaction he had been seeking power, the infinite knowledge of ages lost - only accessible for the Initiated, the High Lords of the Clans. Of course there had been a price to pay - the life of his clan being tied to his, it was his responsibility to protect himself, and this meant no more hunting, no more roaming the foreign lands beyond the mountains ... because he had to assure his safety for all of his clan - if he died, they all would. So he was condemned to be a prisoner of his own choice, but during the years he had been repaid in abundance by the incredible knowledge the Old Ones had had to offer and he had gained power beyond his wildest dreams. The only thing he had never found was a worthy companion to escort him through these realms of mystery and pain. Only a few more days till his bride-to-be would be arriving at Raven Castle, only a few more days... To Be Continued... The Way to Ishgartan Ch. 4 Click Here for audio pt. 1 Click Here for audio pt. 2 Click Here for audio pt. 3 Click Here for audio pt. 4 Click Here for audio pt. 5 The next morning Talea managed to sneak back into the room before the Princess stirred. She silently stepped to the bed, watching the girl tangled in the sheets that spoke from a restless night. With a wicked smile she recalled the begging Princess from last night, and she wondered how much Maryah would remember when waking up. For sure - or so Talea secretly hoped - she would be having quite a bit of a headache, which would make her a bitch even more than usual. With a grin the supposed maid opened the curtains to be greeted by another gray day, at least it was not raining. The leaden clouds were hanging deep over the land, the few trees she saw seemed to be cuddled against each other as if seeking comfort. The storm worn peaks of Ishgartan were hidden behind the bulging and drifting layers of rain filled gray as she tried to see where they were destined to go. Still she had difficulties to believe the King was sending his daughter to this forsaken part of the world without having any reliable prove of her future fate. But after a few days of traveling with the Princess she figured he was just glad to have her off his back. With a shrug of her shoulders she turned around and in her sweetest voice said "Good morning Princess Maryah, I hope you slept well and your dreams were pleasant ones..." With a yawn the Princess started to move and stretch, thus revealing her bare body to the eyes of Talea who once again could not help admitting that this Lady was of exquisite built. Once again she felt her nipples tense under the maiden’s dress and wondered if the guys could have held their promise if they ever would get hold of the Princess in the nude.... While she was wondering about all these things the Princess had started to really wake up. Blushing and with a quite inquiring look she glanced over to Talea. A knock on the door saved Talea from commenting on the previous night or betraying her little secret by a malicious grin. When she opened the door, she found herself facing a grinning and already fully clad Darian, holding a tray with a steaming pot of tea and a basket covered with a white cloth which, Talea assumed, was holding some still warm bread since the smell of fresh bakery filled her nostrils. With a smile she took the breakfast tray and whispered "Thanks love - I sure have need of that after last night ... " She vividly remembered his tongue stroking her tender flesh .. with a sigh and a deep breath she regained her composure and returned to the room and waiting Lady Maryah with the breakfast tray. It was not too much later, that the party was on horseback and on their way again. With a shudder Talea drew her cloak closer around her shoulders and pulled the hood somewhat deeper into her face. She had felt uncomfortable under the open sky since they had entered this little populated part of the country, since she first had spotted the impressive Mountains, she thought. Something dark seemed to radiate from there - something she felt to be compulsive and disgusting at the same time. As if someone, something was waiting there for her to seal her fate. She had had feelings of anxiety and feelings of fear many times in her life, and it was not the fear of death itself, more the fear of having not enough time to explore all the secrets and joys life had to offer. Many times at the camp fire they had been talking about the next day’s battles and when things seemed hopeless their motto always had been "Do you want to live forever?" They had laughed and with this seemingly careless attitude more than once had been the stronger ones, had made it as the survivors. But secretly Talea had to admit that yes, if she would have had a choice, she would have lived forever. Too hungry was she for knowledge and too greedy for lust to satisfy her cravings in a short human lifetime.... and she knew, the guys were just the same. This was why they were feared, they were said to be merciless, and in a certain way they were, following only their own moral standards, taking what they desired, living, not just being alive.... she glanced back to Cram and Darian, both leading one of the pack horses and seemingly lost in their own thoughts - and she wondered if it was only her imagination playing those mental tricks on her or if the others too felt these irritating vibrations. It was around mid day, when in one of her tempers Princess Maryah forced the group to a halt. It had not been raining during the morning, but the humid air had made drops gather on the horses and on the travelers cloaks, and Lady Maryah figured it was about time she changed her traveling garments. All attempts from the side of Cram and Darian to at least be riding to the next village and get a meal were futile. At a certain point she reined in her horse and refused to move any further before she had not changed her cloak and boots for dry ones. While Cram had still been arguing with the princess, Darian had left the pack horse behind and sped up a close by hill. Upon his return he announced that there was a farm house not too far down the road. Finally the princess could be persuaded that it would be more convenient to change in the shelter of the farm house or at least a barn than here in the open field at the side of the road and in a rather dark mood Darian took the lead of the little group. It was only a few more minutes when behind a turn an inviting neat farm house with barn and stables appeared in the gray light. They had not reached the garden fence yet, when the door was opened and a young man asked what they desired. After a few words of negotiation and a handful of coins changing their owner, the door was opened and the women and Cram stepped into a small living room with a crackling fire burning, whereas Darian took care of the horses. As he had expected, there was enough room in the little stable behind the house for their animals, and after rubbing them down with some dry straw he started to look around for some hay for them to feed. There was nothing in the stables and so he remembered the barn just across. He did not feel like spending too much time with the princess right now anyway... the little bitch was really a pain. Had he not been paid well to deliver her in the precious state of virginity, he mused, he would have long since taught her to appreciate a strong hand in all sorts of ways. With these an similarly pleasant thoughts on his mind he entered the barn, his soft leather boots not making a sound as he stepped into the darkness, filled with the sweet smell of dried flowers and grass. Even with the only dim daylight outside it took his eyes a moment to adjust to the dusty interior, and when he almost stumbled over an empty bucket, he angrily kicked it away. The sound shattered the silence in the barn and in the same moment from the upper level he heard a muffled cry. This was a sound he knew all too well, the panicking scream of a hiding female trying to suppress this all too natural reaction to the ones of the weaker sex. His face took on a determined look - he was on the hunt now, and this little vixen just what he needed as a valve of his arousing thoughts of teaching Princess Maryah a lesson or two. It took him not more than two steps to reach the ladder that lead up to the wooden floor, and when he had climbed it he pulled it up to assure his prey would not get away easily and to avoid any unwanted interruptions. His pants were feeling uncomfortably tight around his midsection by now, but knowing he would find release soon allowed him to take his time. The hunt was just as much fun as the catch after all. He knew she was hiding somewhere behind the stacks of hay, and by the sound of her voice he was pretty sure she was very young. No sound was heard as his soft leather boots carefully covered the ground to where he anticipated her hideout. His senses alert he could almost smell her, hear the frantic beat of her racing heart ... oh how he loved the hunt... And then he saw her. A strand of wheat colored hair shining between the dull dried grass … she was not really hiding too well he thought foe a moment…. . At the speed of light he took one last step and grabbed her arm, without further ado dragging her out from behind the straw and dumping her at his feet. With a wicked smile he looked down on the curled up figure who lay at his feet. "Look at me!" his voice cut the dusty silence like a knife. The girl at his feet hesitated but then slowly lifted her head. Big blue eyes like mountain ponds were looking at him, but where he had been expecting tears and fear he saw something completely different … the little minx was smiling and taking in his picture with an obvious look of delight on her face. What was even better, he realized besides the fact that she was as he had suspected still quite young, this farm girl did have quite some similarity to Maryah. Even if it was only the blonde hair and the fragile figure that they had in common, Darian was pleased with this unexpected catch. "Is the guy in the house your husband, slut? .... answer me!!" The girl’s full and seemingly pouting lips tried to hide a little smile as she whispered "No, he is my brother... Sir…" her voice almost inaudible, but through the veil of demure behavior she tried to reflect he felt something else – something that was more .. an invitation … He was well aware that in his dark cloak, legs a little apart, the riding crop in his hand and only a shadow against the lighter back he looked like the incarnation of Beelzebub to this peasant wench. "Kneel before your Master, wench!" his voice was iron. With delight he watched her hurry to his command, noticing she was getting less and less occupied with keeping up the appearance of a innocent little girl but started to shoot him glances that didn’t leave any questions open … and sure didn’t in his eyes support the innocent image she had tried to express while hiding in the straw. With a delighted laugh he placed the tip of the riding crop under her chin and directed her responding face to the height of his crotch "Now ... are you gonna get to work or what?" When he saw her lick her lips and the greedy expression on her tear eager face he realized that indeed she had nothing more in common with the despised Princess than the looks – by all he could tell so far she sure wasn’t a virgin anymore, and she sure did have a vivid idea of what it was he wanted her to do. Taking his time and immensely enjoying the obvious anticipation of the kneeling girl he slowly started to undo his belt. The earlier only uncomfortable feeling had given way to a dull pain as his swollen manhood tried to blast the tight confines of the leather that held it captive, and when he finally opened his pants his erect cock gratefully acknowledged the given freedom. He could not suppress a laugh as he saw the girl’s bulging eyes at the sight of his impressive equipment. The thoughts of this body being the Princess kneeling in the dust at his feet delivered to his mercy rekindled the anger inside him, and without any warning he grabbed the blonde mane and pulled the girl’s head just an inch away from his greedily waiting cock. "Now, how come I have the feeling you are not minding this at all....?" With these words he pulled her head the last inch closer and with satisfaction watched her eagerly open her mouth. A loud moan escaped from his chest as her surprisingly expert lips closed around his throbbing cock. Her tongue played along the hard shaft and the fast swirls and long strokes told him she was not a novice at what she was doing - he drove into her, her long hair sliding through his fingers as he dictated the rhythm. Carefull and well aware that with the size of his tool she could hardly breath he forced his cock deeper and deeper into the warm cave of her mouth and finally throat, feeling her tongue against his soft skin. A few more hard strokes and with a soundless cry he erupted, filling the girl’s mouth with an abundant amount of his hot juices. Satisfied he watched her feeble attempts to swallow, but she could not manage and soon the milky liquid started to drip from her lips and down her chin. When he looked at her he noticed her big blue eyes like sparkling stars in her pretty face and only then realized her as well heavy breathing and her now plainly erect and pointy nipples under her blouse. With a little laugh he let go of her head and she rose to her feet, with a mischievous smile scooping up a few drops of his seed that had escaped to her chin and slowly, teasingly she licked her finger clean again – an unspoken invitation. The first burning hunger satisfied, he bent down to her. With a swift motion Darian ripped the blouse of the young and firm body and tossed the rags to the floor in front of her. Pulling out his dagger he approached her slowly. With slow and deliberate motions he let the dagger slide behind the belt that held the girl’s skirts to her waist and watched them glide to the ground, leaving her naked and a little blushing, which he thought cute seeing she sure had been performing for some of the farm boys behind barns and stables before. Immediately she tried to hide her now revealed most intimate parts, now in exchange showing her small, yet fully blossomed breasts. “Now – tell me darling – I sure can see you are very much enjoying my company and I can tell as well it wasn’t a first time experience for you to suck a cock … so what was all this hiding and pretending about? And what else do you have to offer? “With a little giggle she wrapped her hands around Darian’s neck and rubbed her now nude and vulnerable hot body against his leather clad strong chest. “You know, my brother keeps quite a strict regime on the household and .. well … you know, he saw you coming and was afraid you might take advantage of me and do me some harm – mighty warriors that you are and all … you know, they tell those stories about how strong and …big you are …“ she interrupted herself for a blush and nervous giggle before she continued “and well, I can see now it is true … you know – I have played with the boys a few times behind the stables but … I wanted to keep my cherry for someone special, not those clumsy boys who are so rough and inexperienced … you know, for … a knight on a horse in a shining armor … and they all were quite happy to get that other kind of treatment…but now that you are here – I mean .. you know … ” She looked at him with big blue eyes again and he was unable to resist the unspoken plea any longer. “Ohhh baby – I will show you how good it feels to be made love to … if you let me, and if you trust me …” All she could do was nod her pretty little head breathlessly, her golden curls dancing in a beam of light freckled with dust flakes, her cheeks glowing and her full pouty lips slightly parted. He bent over and with surprising tenderness kissed her, sealing her lips with his and conquering her mouth with his tongue. She gasped when he withdrew and stepped around her. Standing now behind his delightful “catch”, Darian started to trace the line of her neck and shoulders with little bites and kisses, and felt her body tense under his gentle touch. His hands covered the small breasts with ease and he caressed and teased her until he felt her go soft in his arms. Never taking his hands completely off her body he finished the circle around her, and standing now once more in front of her he started to suck her tiny nipples. Her head fell back and her closed eyes were the prove of her final and complete surrender. Darian could tell her body was starting to react to his attentions. He knew she would be ready to beg him to take her in a few more moments and he liked this feeling of strength in being gentle .... he let his hands move down her sides to her waist and further down to her legs, all the time licking and sucking her nipples. He was sure by now the heavy breathing and little gasps he could distinguish were more moans of pleasure than anything else. His expert hands now slowly moved up again on the inside of her thighs and subconsciously she tried to spread her legs, to allow him better access to her until now never touched womanhood. With one hand Darian gently parted her nether lips, the other hand holding her around the waist so she could not retreat from his exploring fingers. He felt the moisture he had expected, this making him even more horny than he already had been. Her skin was soft, the golden curls that covered her girlish mound felt like velvet to his touch ... and her body was now warm and responsive to his actions. He suddenly stepped back and her eyes shot open. He could tell in her gaze the smoldering fire of lust, and the disappointment was plain to be noticed when he had stopped touching and teasing her. He knew she was ready to give herself to him, as they all were after a little he mentally added to his thought. "You want me to continue? You want me to touch you there?" His hand lazily had started to play with her golden curls again, close to the core of her burning heat but just not touching. He watched her wiggle and sway her hips in her futile attempts to increase the pressure of his touch and direct it to the center of her well lubricated pussy. He once again burst into laughter and she blushed. "Oh you little vixen ... you want it, huh? Want me to show you what a man can do for you...beg sweetie and I may consider your offer... convince me...and I promise you will not be disappointed" And with these words he took another step back and watched her, wondering what she would come up with. Her fragile body was too tempting and it only took her one minute of silent pleading before his cock reminded him that not only she would be getting the benefit of any further and closer attention of the intimate kind. One hand buried in her hair he tenderly forced her to look him straight into the eyes while his other hand started to slowly open the tender flesh between her legs. "You beg me to take you my sweet? You want me to be your first... is that right?" She desperately tried to nod yes, but he wouldn’t allow her head to move.His fingers had found her clit and started to stroke the swollen bud until he was convinced she was ready for his huge cock. “You want me to fuck you? You beg me to fuck you?" He let go of her hair and immediately she responded with a vigorous nod and shining eyes and glowing cheeks. His strong arms held her with ease as he lifted her from the ground and instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist as he lowered her onto his fully erect and rock hard cock. He could already feel the radiating heat of her cunt on the tip of his cock when he looked at her and told her: "Look at me.... I want to see your eyes when taking you... please - don’ you close them or look away" and with these words he slowly let her body slide down a little – just letting the tip of his manhood slide in and open her slightly before he then took the price of her virginity in one hard stroke, careful to not enter her too far at once. She was tight as hell, and when he saw her iris turn into a big black hole that seemed to consume the blue in her eyes he knew she had really been still untouched.This sight of pain reflecting on her face and her obvious struggle to not close her eyes or look away, combined with the incredible friction her tight love channel inflicted on his rigid prick made him exercise all the self control he could muster to not cum in seconds. But she too had been well prepared y his expert teasing and after the slightest second of pain he heard her gasp and before long her eyes were shining bright like lust filled ponds as she herself wiggled more and more of his shaft into her unexplored love cave. His strong arms held her with ease, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist as he finally felt her grind around the base of his manhood – and only a moment later he felt her shiver in his arms and her tight pussy grab his cock even tighter with the contractions of the orgasm that overwhelmed her.This was more that he could master and few more strokes later he shot his load into her virgin womb. With a satisfied groan and heavy breathing he felt her move around him, striving now for more of her own pleasure she instinctively felt could be her reward for all the many times she had been the servicing and giving party behind the stables for the farm boys and occasional traveler. But all she got was his delighted laughter and him letting go of her. He carefully lifted her of his semi-erect member and gently set her to the floor again – steadying her for a moment when she seemed to not immediately gain balance and stand. He picked up what had remained of her ripped blouse and cleaned himself. Then he placed the rag in her hand and closed her little fingers around it. "For you, darling, to keep some memory of this remarkable day" and while walking away he closed his belt and adjusted his sword and daggers. The Way to Ishgartan Ch. 4 When he lowered the ladder to leave he glanced back, seeing her hold the cum-stained blouse to her lips and nose , deeply inhaling his scent. Yes, he thought, this would be exactly how I would like to see Maryah - helplessly under his spell, in admiration and longing, and a mixture of her blood and his sperm abundantly covering her thighs and dripping to the floor. He never had asked her name, nor did he care who she was, for him it was just another adventure along the way to Ishgartan, although …he had to admit, he would not forget the look on her face the moment he took her any time soon. In a now much better, almost relaxed mood he walked back to the stable, whistling a little tune as he wondered if the village boys were now in for even a more special treatment… When he left the barn, not forgetting the hay he had come for, a shadow appeared at the side of the stable. Cram was leaning at the stable door, awaiting his friend with a huge grin. "Took you quite a while to get that hay out of there...anything happened?" Cram’s eyes told Darian that he already knew the answer to this question. "How long have you been lurking Cram? Oh well - I hope you did enjoy the show ..." The men chuckled and disappeared in the building, preparing the horses for the company to continue their journey. A few minutes later they had mounted their horses and were back on the road, the little farm house disappearing in the mist of the early afternoon. Talea had noticed the change in humor the men had displayed after returning with the horses, and she wondered what had happened. She even had thought for a moment that she could smell the musky scent of recent love making when Darian had handed her the reins of her stallion. Oh well, she sighed, they would for sure tell her once they had reached this night’s resting place - if she could manage to sneak away from Lady Maryah again that was. Without any further interruptions or events they reached the last of the villages before the next day would find them at the foot of the Ishgartan Mountains.