The Samur: Chapter 13, Villification, Vindication, Vacation (MF oral impreg) � 2010 Rhys.The.Mage Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || Ch. 4 || Ch. 5 || Ch. 6 || Ch. 7 || Ch. 8 || Ch. 9 || Ch. 10 || Ch. 11 || Ch. 12 || Ch. 13 [1] “Sadder still to watch die than never to have known it-” Rush, Losing It The trip back to Samarkand was a somber one, for even though the rebellion had been ended and the majority of those involved returned to their homes (on both sides), there had been a great loss of life. Rhys would have liked to have examined the wizard, but their confrontation had left no room for discussion. Tamaira would have liked to have brought her sister home alive, but instead she was bringing only her body. Though she was sad about the outcome, she did not question her judgment at that critical moment days ago. There had been no doubt in her mind that her sister had been transformed by the evil and madness of the sword she carried. There was also little doubt in anyone's mind that Queen Kapea was not going to be pleased with the news. Beyond that, even Tamaira did not want to speculate on her reaction. “What is to become of the sword and the ring?” Tamaira asked. “I must return them to Erdore so she may remove their blight from the world. Why?” “My mother will doubtless wish to see the sword that is said to have corrupted Lanira. She will be most insistent.” “Why would she need to see it?” “Because your presence and actions have never been enough to convince her of magic. And even if they did, she will never believe that her daughter was somehow possessed by the mind of an intelligent magical sword.” “There is no way we can let her handle the sword,” Jillian said, “The same thing could happen again, and we cannot have that.” “I agree,” Rhys said, “And that is even more true of the ring. Just sitting in its pouch it tries to call to me.” “Perhaps we can still convince her and still keep her safe from herself,” Cyd said. “What do you propose?” Tamaira asked. “I will take Latek to her. That should convince her, if anything can, that at least the story could be true.” “And when she asks for the other blade?” “When Latek tells her side of the evil sword story, I think her hunger to meet it will be replaced by a strong desire to see it destroyed.” Tamaira nodded. “That is a good idea.” “And just to be safe,” the drow warrior continued, “We must ensure they cannot meet. Have you any idea where Captain Nelan and the Tireless will be in a few days?” Rhys thought for a moment. “They were to sail south and east along the coast on their way to Shusha if I remember correctly.” Tamaira considered this. “Based on how long you have been here, if they have stopped in all the reasonably sized towns to trade, they might be near Astara now. I will send one of my warriors with you as a guide. You should ride toward Vigen, then follow the road south to Astara.” “W. Cyd and I will follow, but stay no more than a day once you get there, and then go back to Anora.” Tamaira said. [2] The next day Rhys and Jillian and a small escort continued past the expanse of the capitol city while Tamaira and Cyd went to meet the Queen and bury her fallen daughter. When news of their arrival made it into the city, huge throngs of people lined the streets to cheer their victory. It seemed knowledge of the rebellion was not as limited as the Samur had thought. Tamaira smiled and waved and accepted their praise with dignity though she felt hollow inside. Fully three hundred of the Helel had fallen in combat, and another five hundred had died on the other side. Too high a price for the aspirations of a wizard and his evil trinkets. The honor guard took Lanira's body to be prepared for burial as Cyd and Tamaira went into the palace to call on the Queen. Not unexpectedly, they were made to wait for nearly an hour before being shown into the audience chamber. Cyd was surprised at the formality between mother and daughter, while Tamaira had expected a much worse reception. “W. Tamaira of the Samur,” a herald announced. Queen Kapea was seated on her throne. She was wearing black armor that was trimmed in gold and silver patterns. Two long blades stood leaned against the throne at her side. Tamaira entered the chamber with Cyd following close behind. Reaching a spot at the foot of the dais, Tamaira and Cyd bowed. Tamaira said, “Empress, I bring word of your daughter, my sister, Lanira, and of the rebellion in the east.” “Who is that?” Kapea asked. “This is W. Cydonia, also of Anora.” “And why is she here?” “W. Cydonia was instrumental to my efforts, Empress. I viewed her presence here as appropriate.” Kapea raised an eyebrow. “Did you now? And what efforts would those be W. Tamaira? The murder of your sister?” Tamaira did not flinch at the barb, she had expected it. She was pleased, however, that Cyd did not try and answer. “Empress, the leader of the rebellion, an evil wizard, has been slain. At his death it seems the hold he had over his warriors ended. I have disbanded the Helel and sent both sides home.” “And my daughter? What was she? No more than one of his followers? What happened to Lanira?” “Empress, I ask to tell you this part of the tale in private.” The Queen stood abruptly and stormed out of the chamber. “That didn't seem so bad,” Cyd said. “It isn't over yet,” Tamaira replied. She moved after her mother and Cyd followed. Entering the small antechamber, a guard shut the door on the three of them as Cyd entered. Kapea was not facing them. “Tell me what happened to Lanira, damn you.” “Mother, she had possession of a magical weapon, a sword. This sword was cursed in some way and it corrupted her mind, made her follow the wizard and do things for him.” Kapea spat, “You expect me to believe a thing could do this? Where is this mystical blade that stole my daughter? I would see it myself.” “Mother, I cannot let you do that. I looked in Lanira's eyes. I saw that it had taken her. She was no longer herself. I will not allow you to risk that just to prove it to you.” Kapea stood with her back straight and faced her eldest living daughter. “From your words you have already made this decision for me and the weapon is not with you. So be it.” She turned away again. “Tell me, if this weapon was so fearsome, how did you survive?” “W. Cydonia aided me in this. She protected me while I fought Lanira.” “You have not answered my question. How did you survive her blade?” “W. Cydonia aided me there as well. It was she who was able to defeat Lanira.” Kapea turned and eyed the dark elf suspiciously. “Her? Truly? She is half her size. And what is she anyway?” Cyd, to her credit, remained impassive. “Mother, W. Cydonia is a drow, a dark elf. And though she is not the size of us, she is our equal in swordsmanship.” “Once again you do not answer fully. Tell me all of it.” Cyd put her hand on Tamaira's shoulder, and very slowly removed Latek from her sheath. Kapea eyed her closely, but said nothing and did not move. As she came free Latek emitted a low wail, almost a moan. “What,” the Queen said flatly, “is that?” Cyd held her sword forward. “This, your majesty, is Latek. She is a sword similar to that which corrupted your daughter, though she is not evil.” “You speak as if this thing has a will of its own.” Latek murmured at the insult. “Majesty, please do not insult her. If you will take her, you will understand at once.” Kapea was skeptical, but her curiosity won out in short order. She circled her hand around the pommel of the blade and took it from the warrior. Suddenly in her minds' eye Kapea saw a young woman that looked very much like Cydonia, but with very different eyes. Kapea felt the presence of another mind next to hers, knew that it was good in nature, and an honorable fighter. And though no words were exchanged, she found that she knew the whole story of the end of Lanira. She knew of the battle on the beach, she knew of the dark blade her daughter had borne. She saw the final fight and saw as Lanira lay on the ground, not pleading, but cursing them for sending her to a fate she did not deserve. Latek showed her all, including the killing blow from Tamaira when Cydonia had hesitated at the end. Kapea nodded in silent acknowledgment of the story she had just witnessed. She held the sword out and Cydonia took it back, returning Latek to her sheath without a sound. In the next instant Kapea lashed out with the back of her hand and struck Tamaira across the face. Tamaira had seen it coming, but took the blow. The side of her face stung from the impact, and she tasted blood. “Get out of my sight and out of my domain,” Kapea said, her grief finally beginning to show itself. Cyd looked surprised, but Tamaira just took her by the arm, bowed to her mother, and left the chamber. [3] Cyd sat watching as Tamaira packed some things in her room. “I don't understand. What just happened? Why are you packing?” "My mother accepts our story as fact, but she does not wish to resolve, in her mind, what happened to my sister.” She shrugged, “And since I killed her, she blames me. As a result, best for me not to be around.” “What do you mean?” Tamaira threw her pack over her shoulder. “I don't know what she intends, but when she said to, 'get out of her sight,' she was pretty much banishing me.” “And losing another daughter?” “So it seems. Tell me, what is Anora like? I know some people there and I should like to get away from the Samur for a while.” Cyd was still astonished at the turn of events. “Of course. We should leave then?” “If my mother is overwrought she may take a more active role. We should leave quickly so as to take away the temptation.” “And thus the reason Rhys and Jillian should wait no more than a day. You expected this?” Cyd said, and followed Tamaira out the door and into the palace hallways. “Just a possibility really, but isn't it better to sometimes expect the worst?” As they made their way through the palace and back to the stables, nothing seemed unusual. If Kapea had other things in mind for them, it looked like it had not begun yet. There was a surprise for them at the stables however. Iolan, Tamaira's red haired younger sister, now pregnant with Rhys' child but many weeks from showing it, was waiting for them in ceremonial armor. There was a detachment of warriors with her. She bowed to her eldest sister. “Were you going to leave without saying goodbye?” Tamaira laughed. “That was not my plan, but it did seem best not to run around looking for you.” Iolan nodded, looked at the other woman. “And who might you be?” “Cydonia,” the drow said simply. “W. Cydonia, pleased to meet you. Any friend of my sister you know. Now, as is your due as the victorious commander of the Helel, we will escort you out of the city.” Tamaira bowed. “Thank you Iolan. Take care of yourself.” They hugged. Iolan whispered to her sister, “If I never see you again, send your children back to the Samur.” Tamaira whispered back, “Of course. Where else would a child of the Samur grow up?” They kissed briefly, then all of them mounted up and rode out of the palace. Through the streets of Samurkand Tamaira rode, her head held high at the front of a contingent of warriors resplendent in gleaming armor. As when they had ridden into the city, crowds lined the streets and cheered them on, not knowing they would never see Tamaira again. When they reached the city walls, Tamaira and Cyd rode on as the rest of the warriors drew to a stop. No more words were exchanged as the two left the city behind and faded into the distance. [4] On board the Tireless. Ten days out of Astara and just four from making landfall off the Anoran coast, Captain Nelan and his first mate were having an interesting discussion over dinner. “I tell you it just doesn't make any sense to me Ethan. How can Tamaira be so different from the rest of the Samur?” “I'm not sure I understand exactly what you are asking.” “There are fifteen men on this ship and three women. Jillian never looks at anyone but Rhys, the drow woman, Cyd, hardly speaks to anyone, and yet after ten days underway the men don't seem edgy at all: despite all the gorgeous female flesh around here. You've heard nothing? I find it odd that Tamaira hasn't just taken on the whole crew at least once.” “I assume you mean no one but us is edgy. Hmm, now that you mention it, Cap'n, something I heard does make a little sense.” “Go on, spit it out.” “The other day I heard some of the men on deck talking about how relaxing the mid-watch was. They all seemed rather wistful about the matter, and quite content. Now, as for me, I have never found the mid-watch something to look forward to.” The Captain smiled. “Then I think it is about time I stood a watch. Tell you what. I will take the evening watch, and you can relieve me for the mid-watch.” … Several hours after dinner the Captain arrived at the helm and announced he was taking the watch. The sailor on watch, a young man named Grigg, seemed a bit put out that he was being taken off watch. “You've done nothing wrong young man, I just want to steer for a while.” Grigg looked downcast, but he said, “Steering a point north of west. Sails are trimmed for a beam reach.” Nelan nodded. “Very well, I have the watch.” Two hours later the purser struck a single bell to announce midnight, and the First Mate arrived on deck to relieve the Captain at the helm. He had no sooner arrived than a third person also arrived at the wheel. Tamaira stood in a full length robe, barely visible in the weak starlight of a moonless night. She laughed, “I see I have been discovered.” “We were merely suspicious, that's all. The crew seems quite content actually, and I doubtless have you to thank for it,” Captain Nelan said. “It is I who should thank you. Your crew has been most, ah, enthusiastic since we left the Samur. Is there a change this evening that I need to know of?” “I don't think so,” said Ethan. “Pretty much business as usual.” Tamaira said nothing immediately in reply as she dropped her robe. She was fully nude underneath. She knelt on her robe, then bent over and loosened the Captain's breaches as he continued to steer the ship. “That is good, because I am thirsty and horny.” The Captain inhaled sharply as she took him in her mouth and started to work on him. In moments he was hard. “Um, should I come back?” Ethan said. By way of reply, Tamaira slapped her ass and beckoned him forward. Ethan needed no additional invitation, so he dropped his breaches and knelt behind her. He felt for her opening, found her dripping wet already. He was not surprised. “Good grief Ethan!” the Captain said, shocked at the size of the weapon hanging between the First Mate's legs. Ethan just smiled and Tamaira just kept on sucking. The First Mate pushed two fingers into Tamaira and felt her clamp down on them with her pussy. He suspected she was going to be very tight around him. He continued to finger fuck her slowly. Tamaira thought he was being considerate, typical of the rest of the men on the ship, but it was unnecessary. She was ready for cock. She briefly pulled herself off the Captain, “It is not your fingers I want inside me. Fuck me already.” She returned to sucking the skipper. The Captain watched as Ethan grinned and prepared to skewer the pussy of the Samurian exile with his dick. He used his fingers to spread her lips, but did not touch her with his cock before he simply pushed into her in one long full stroke. “Mmmfk,” Tamaira exclaimed around the dick in her mouth. Unconsciously, she stepped up her efforts on the dick in her mouth as her pussy clamped down on the huge dick that was invading it. After a few minutes of fucking, Tamaira was panting around the Captain's cock as she neared a climax. The First Mate was fucking her at a very slow and steady rhythm, but she knew she was going to come very quickly. She heard a slight whimpering sound and was astounded to realize it had come from her mouth. Suddenly her orgasm was upon her. Her pussy clamped down hard on the mate's cock, fluid from her pussy squeezed out around him. She was suddenly so tight that he literally had to force his way in and out of her to keep the pace as she came. Even as she crested she blindly sucked harder on the Captain, who groaned and then surprised her as he flooded her mouth even as she was still coming. As she tasted his spend she was blinded by a second peak, higher than the first, with no break in between them. This time the mate feared to press forward, so he just held still and delighted in the feel of her cunt as it tried to milk him. When she finally came down, she pulled off the Captain, who lazily pulled his breaches back up and continued to steer as Tamaira panted her substantial and still growing pleasure into his lap. As her muscles released their hold on him, Ethan resumed fucking her. She delighted in the feel of him, could feel every inch of his impressive prick as he plowed her depths with it. Soon she was nearing another orgasm, she wanted him to join her. “Tell me, Ethan,” she said in between gasps, “Do you spend as much as that prick would suggest?” “Mmm,” the mate said, continuing to fuck her solidly, “Like a farm animal I've been told.” “Damn,” Tamaira said, “Too bad.” “What do you mean?” “I'd love to swallow you, but what I want more than anything is for you to come in me.” “I could finish in your mouth you know.” Tamaira locked her heels behind his thighs and held him deep inside her, unmoving. “No. You will fuck me and come in my pussy. Oh gods!” her head lilted forward as another orgasm neared her. She reached under her belly and between her legs, stroking and tugging on Ethan' balls as he fucked her. She tried to hold off her own orgasm so she could feel his, but it was a losing battle. Soon she felt herself driven over the edge and the light exploded behind her eyes again. As her pussy clamped down on him again, Ethan held her hips tightly and continued to stroke within her. Her moaning and her grasping pussy finally drove him to the finish as well, and he grunted and groaned like a beast as he fed her hungry pussy what it wanted. Tamaira was not too far gone that she missed he sudden flush of heat and wetness within her. It sustained her peak and she reveled in the feeling. Her orgasm coasted along as long as his, and when he was at last done, she held him to her until she felt him soften and start to slide out. She stood then, and donned her robe. Shivering as she stood, she patted both of them on the cheek. “Have a delightful midwatch.” As she walked away Ethan said, “Should we take the watch tomorrow night?” The Captain laughed. “Tomorrow I take the midwatch, and you can have the evening.” They both laughed, then the Captain added, “Of course, if we do this every night we might have a mutiny on our hands.” “I think she could take them,” Ethan said, and he took the watch from the Captain. [5] They sailed south of Zovoe on schedule, then left Om behind as the Tireless sailed into the Great Bight. Using the small boat they put Rhys, Jillian, Cyd and Tamaira on the beach before sailing back the way they came. The four were able to walk into the Tong just a few minutes after clearing the water. They waved at the departing boat, which headed back to the Tireless. As before, they entered the forest and the path soon closed around them. This time, there was no foreplay as Erdore strode out from the trees to meet them. “Mistress Erdore,” Rhys said, and the four of them bowed. The Guardian of the Tong forest walked up to him and kissed him fully on the lips. As she pulled away she slapped him. “That is for threatening my sister. Don't do it again.” He nodded. She smiled, and turned to Jillian. She hugged the blond sorceress and then kissed her just the same. “You have done well Jillian. I am pleased to see you here.” “I am grateful you helped when you did.” Erdore nodded slightly. “Yes, you both are indebted now. But we need not speak of it just yet.” She turned to the dark elf. “It is not common for your kind to come into the forest, but you are welcome.” Cyd bowed again. “Thank you Guardian.” Erdore stroked her hands on the elf's sides, caressing the edges of her breasts. “Much life in you. Are you ready to share it with the forest?” Cyd shivered. “If that is your price for safe passage.” Erdore laughed a little. “There is no charge. Those who are worthy have nothing to fear from the forest. I was simply asking if you were interested in the diversion.” Her hands continued to stroke Cyd, but more boldly now as she squeezed the drow's breasts through her leather. “We are interested,” Cyd said. “We?” Erdore dropped one hand to the sword pommel of Latek and encircled it with her hand. The sentient blade purred. “Oh yes, I remember you. And I thank you for helping to return my sister to me.” Erdore turned to Tamaira and gave her a ferocious hug. “I thank you for your sacrifice though I know words are of little solace to you now. I am prepared to grant you a request, but think on it before you ask.” She turned back to Rhys. “Now, please hand over the sword and the ring.” Rhys took the sword from his back and the ring from Jillian's pouch. He had the definite feeling they were anxious though he did not know how he knew it. Erdore, demi-goddess and Guardian of the Tong, reverently took the ring and sword from him. She knelt and placed them on the ground, then watched as the vines and grass runners parted from their presence. Holding her hands over the objects, they watched as she repeated a scene they had watched once before. “ Pihenes ,” she said, rest . The sword and the ring glowed briefly, then slowly shifted forms. A ghostly image formed in their minds, there was the sound of a sigh, or a last breath, and then it was gone. What was left of the sword and the ring disappeared as the forest undergrowth recovered the spot completely. Erdore stood and looked at all of them, a small tear in her eye. “Thank you.” She cleared her throat. “And now, master wizard, there is the matter of the debt you owe me.” “Yes mistress. What do you require.” “I require your stamina of course. For there is only one of you and four of us.” … An hour later Rhys was getting quite tired. He had fucked Jillian through a pair of climaxes, Cyd/Latek (that was odd) through another couple, and was currently enjoying Erdore's otherworldly charms as she sucked on Tamaira's large clit. The Samur warrior was impressed with Erdore's skill, and yelled as much time after time as Rhys watched her come. Rhys had once again used the spell to keep himself from coming, so they all knew the end of the celebration would be when he fucked Tamaira. Erdore had sensed something different about Tamaira when she first touched her. She looked around and saw that Jillian and Cyd had moved off a little ways to rest. Figuring Rhys was totally distracted by his fucking her, she moved her mouth away from Tamaira's clit and thrust two fingers deep into the warrior woman. She extended her senses and found what she was looking for. When she came back to herself she was overtaken by another climax as Rhys continued his delightful stroking. Tamaira was looking at her. “What is it?” the warrior asked her quietly. “You know. Is it your desire to continue with the child or would you like me to end it, painlessly, for you?” Tamaira smiled, she understood completely. “Thank you, but it is and has been my intention to see it through.” “Very well then.” Erdore shivered and tapped Rhys' thigh. “I think there is one left for you to service, my studly wizard.” Rhys withdrew from her and moved forward. When Tamaira stayed on her back, Rhys was a little surprised. She beckoned him forward. “I am no longer in the Samur, and I have seen the pleasure your women take from fucking this way and I am ready to try.” Rhys nodded dumbly and lined himself up with her entrance. She hooked her heels around his back, and he took a hold of her gloriously unscarred tits. She sucked in her breath when he did. She reached up and held his face to look at her. “Now Rhys.” Expecting the result, but nevertheless unprepared for it, he thrust into the former Princess' sopping pussy in one slow stroke. She drew him in, both with her pussy and with her legs, and as he was fully inside her, they both exploded in a powerful orgasm as his spell collapsed. He was able to stroke her slowly as the waves coursed through his cock and into her body, and they both stared into the others' eyes and found the truth in their being. Slowly as they came down, Rhys noticed her hands were covering his, urging him to squeeze her ample tits. She was smiling. He said, “You may not be in the Samur, but I am.” She nodded and continued to hold his hands to her breasts. … Tamaira was the first to awaken in the morning. She walked away from the group, relieved her achingly full bladder, and wandered in the forest. As she came around a very large tree, she saw Erdore sitting on a fallen log, apparently waiting for her. “Mistress.” Erdore nodded. “Do you know what you want?” “I want to raise my child in peace. I want to be away from those that might ever come looking for me. I want to still be who I am and I want my daughter to grow up and become a warrior like her mother so she may return to the Samur and claim her birthright.” “Is that all?” “I am sorry. I have overreached.” Erdore laughed. “Not at all. I can grant your request, and at the same time you can help me.” “And how might this be?” “The Wyr forest, south of here, was where my sister Elon once ruled. It has been without a Guardian for quite some time. Though Micah defends it, he cannot be the Guardian.” “I do not understand.” “I am sorry, I jumped to the end. I will send you to the Wyr. No one will ever be able to find you there, and you may raise your daughter and live in peace. I assume that part of your meaning in still being who you are means your physical stature. Micah, the Defender of the Wyr, can meet all your needs in that area. And he needs the companionship.” “Now it is my turn to express regret. One man cannot possibly provide for my, ah, needs.” Erdore smiled. “Micah is not a man, but he is close enough.” Seeing that Tamaira still looked unconvinced, she sighed. “I hoped to make it a surprise, but his lower half is all horse.” When she saw Tamaira unconsciously lick her lips and squeeze her legs together, she knew she had her. “I will take your word for it that this will work.” “Oh, Jillian had no complaints.” Tamaira raised an eyebrow. “Trust me.” “I do, implicitly. Now, what was this about a Guardian?” “Once your daughter is born it is my desire to have you become the Guardian.” “But I am not like you. You are, well, you.” “You are correct, but it is within my power to help one ascend for this purpose. You have plenty of time to think on the matter.” “And I could still train my daughter?” “Micah is not her father, I am sure he will not mind, say, providing for her. And you can be with her as easily as I am with you now.” Erdore grinned at her, “And the enemies of the forest would be quite put off by one such as you.” Tamaira thought for a moment and made her decision rapidly. “Send me to the Wyr then, for I am thirsty and horny.” “As always,” Erdore said. The forest Guardian of the Tong made a slight gesture with her hand and Tamaira vanished from the forest. … When the others awakened they noticed Tamaira was not among them, but Erdore was nearby watching them. “Where is Tamaira?” Jillian asked her. “I have made good on my promise to her, and that is all you need know.” Jillian started to say something else, but Rhys shook her off. He turned to Erdore. “Lady, can you provide us horse to reach Kar Tosk?” Erdore sighed, “Sadly, no. But I shall take you there anyway.” A question had barely formed on Rhys' lips when everything around him seemed to shift, and then the three of them were standing a couple hundred yards from the walls of the capitol. A moment to orient himself and Rhys took the two women by the hand and walked in the direction of the nearest gate. “Where do you think Tamaira is?” Cyd asked. The others shrugged. [6] "Let it be, beautiful, when I sing the, last song"--The Cult, Spiritwalker Tamaira found herself inside the forest one moment and outside the forest the next. The sound of the forest seemed different to her, and a glance at the sun told her she was further south. This must be the Wyr, she thought. Noting that her appearance, so to speak, at the edge of the Wyr was accompanied by a complete lack of clothing, she shrugged and headed into the forest. As she had seen in the Tong, no sooner had she entered than the path disappeared and she was standing alone in a small clearing surrounded by trees. Some vines circled around her feet, but they did not twine around them. “Micah,” she yelled at the top of her lungs. “Micah I have been sent for you.” A moment later a curious creature with a remarkably handsome face strode out of the tree line. He, and there was no doubt it was a he, stood upright with a horse's hind quarters and a man's chest, arms and head. “Micah, I presume?” “And you would be?” “Tamaira, formerly Princess of the Samur and heir to the throne.” Micah leaned back and crossed his arms. “Formerly? Do tell. And while you are at it, tell me how you came to be here.” “Erdore sent me. And as for my tale, you will have to hear it in good time, but not now.” Micah sensed her words were true, and the forest had not trapped her like all the others he had ever found. “What did you mean by 'you were sent for me.'” Tamaira walked up to him, and though she was tall, he was still a head higher. She pushed two fingers into her pussy and found she was wet, as expected. Withdrawing her fingers, she rubbed them under his nose. He inhaled deeply, and the animal parts of him instantly recognized a female in heat from her scent. She looked down, saw his horse's cock starting to emerge from its sheath. She bent down and held it with her hands as she started to stroke and kiss it. “I am very thirsty, and Erdore said you would be able to take care of me.” Micah groaned as she stroked him and teased him with her tongue. She could only hold the head of his huge cock in her mouth, but she worked him delightfully. Several minutes later he was getting close to coming, and he did not want to endanger his pleasant fellatrix. “Tamaira, I am close to spending. Perhaps we should move to something else.” She backed away for only a moment, said, “I must satisfy my thirst, and there is no time better than now to find out if you can do that.” Not understanding a word she said, Micah was forced to assume she knew what she was doing. Her hands and her mouth quickly had the desired and expected outcome and he started to come. Tamaira was surprised by the volume, but well used to swallowing copious ejaculations from men under the influence of shuutra. She swallowed as fast as she could, but some still flowed out of her mouth and down on to her tits. She continued to stroke him until his prick softened just slightly then she pulled off and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she stood upright. She burped. Micah was looking at her, dumbfounded. “Mmm,” she said, “You taste good. Like the forest.” She was still stroking his cock. “Erdore was right, you should be able to keep me in fine shape.” She soon felt his cock hardening. She grinned. “So soon? Mmmm. That's good, because I have only taken care of half my problem.” She looked around, and Micah seemed puzzled by her actions. “What is wrong?” he asked. “I am now quite horny and you are to tall to take me either standing or on my knees,” she said. Micah thought he detected a note of concern in her voice, as if she had come this far and been denied. He smiled at her even as she continued to stroke his cock back to full hardness. “Relax, I can take care of this problem.” She sighed, then was startled when he picked her up by holding her under the arms. Her hands had his enormous prick right at her opening. She spread herself with one hand, then smiled at him, “Please let me down.” “As you wish,” he said, and lowered her onto his waiting prick. She moaned as he penetrated her fully: nothing so big had ever been inside her. As her feet touched the ground she lifted them up so her weight rested on his glorious cock. He still held her under the arms, and when he started to pull her toward him, she pushed back on his chest, stopping him. “What is it?” “This will seem silly, but I have never had a man against my chest.” “Hmm.” Micah walked over to a tree and rested her back against it. He then let go of her, and since she was not touching the ground, her entire weight still rested on the horse cock that impaled her. Her eyes rolled up and she came instantly. As she quit shaking, he held her legs up to take some pressure off her clit. Still she lay back against the tree, keeping her tits from touching his chest. “I can stay here a long time. When you want to continue you will have to give this little thing to me. Wrap your arms and legs around me and press your breasts to my chest.” He watched the indecision play across her face, desperately wanting to give up control but held back by her culture and upbringing. She sobbed once, looked up at him, still keeping her distance. “I am afraid. Every step I take is like I am walking away from my life and toward a cliff. What if I fall?” Micah looked at her, felt an unexpected adoration in his voice and in his eyes. “Then I will be there to catch you.” She sniffled once, then shook her head in resolve. She gripped his cock with her pussy, saw him register that action. Then she hooked her legs around his powerful thighs, threw her arms around his smooth and beautiful chest and hugged him tightly, pressing her thick nipples into his chest. Not looking up at him, she said, “Giddy up horsey.” Micah bellowed in laughter and started to move. “What?” the future Guardian of the Wyr said. “Nothing,” Micah replied, unable to stop laughing as he trotted his new companion straight into a climax, “but I've heard that one before.” [7] Epilogue Cyd, Jillian and Rhys reported back to the Emperor that they had completed their quest. He was slightly agitated about not getting the magical objects, but he was pleased at their success and happy he was able to help the Samur with their problem. The death of the princess, Lanira, did not dampen his mood. “These things happen,” he said, “but you have to look at the big picture.” Based on what Rhys and Jillian had heard from Tamaira before they split up, they counseled a short waiting period before he tried to open broader relations with the Samur. Cyd and Gylal had an enjoyable couple of weeks together, but then her wanderlust kicked in and one day she and Latek just went missing. Over the years the two of them would occasionally run into each other, with decidedly pleasurable results for all three of them. … A few weeks after their return, when all seemed to be quieting down, Rhys and Jillian were making love in their quarters in the palace. Rhys had succeeded in pleasing Jillian with some orally induced orgasms and was now riding her through a third. Kneeling between her thighs and resting on his elbows, his face was very close to hers as her breathing increased to a pant. She seemed to be watching him, and he found that exciting. Before she peaked again, he felt himself on the verge of a climax. “I'm coming,” he said. “Mmm,” she said, and she locked her legs around his back He tried to keep stroking her, but she held him tight inside, deep as she could, and milked him with her pussy. “Breed me,” she said softly. Rhys started, but she held him fast as his cock deposited his seed deep within her body. He could only gasp in pleasure as she continued to harvest him. Finally, when he was done, she rolled him off of her and curled up next to him, his seed safely locked away inside her. “What are you thinking?” he said. “Hmm. First Iolan gets pregnant, then Tamaira, I figured it was my turn.” “Your turn?” “You object?” “Of course not.” He idly played with her tits. “Should we make sure we are successful?” “Yes,” she said breathily, “Many times.” … Fifteen years later, a young woman, with flaming red hair and startlingly green eyes, strode out of the Wyr forest wearing nothing but a smile and carrying a wicked looking longsword. She walked to the nearest farm, which was quite well known to her, and surprised the farmer when he opened the door. His mouth agape, he looked at the vision of beauty in front of him. It occurred to him that she had said something. “What?” he asked. She smiled, those deep green eyes mesmerizing him. “I said, I need some clothes and a little money to travel to the Samur.” He nodded absently, then shook his head and started to rummage around the place. A bit later he had found some of his late wife's clothes that just might fit the young amazon, albeit with more than a bit of stretching in the chest and arms. He offered her the clothes and some money, but she held up her hands rather than taking them. “Thank you, but I am thirsty and horny. Can you help me with that first?" The End of the Tales of Rhys and Jillian. Return to Index Please give me your e-mail address so I can write you back if needed. You can also leave it anonymous. What story or story chapter are you commenting on? Please enter your comments...