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The
Samur: Chapter 6, Vying for Leadership
(MF oral Fdom bd magic) � 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 (Or, Equestrian Events) [1] Rhys traveled with the rest of the men while Jillian traveled with the warriors. Tamaira had thought it best that they keep up appearances for as long as possible. For most of the morning, Rhys rode next to Galen and Tien. Rhys was curious about damn near everything, and Galen and Tien were more than willing to help out. W. Tamaira mentioned that the Helel had been called. I gathered from the context this was some kind of army, but she didn't really explain it,” the foreigner from Anora said. Galen nodded, “In times of trouble the Queen requires all of the provinces to send forth warriors to meet and form a fighting force. That is the Helel.” Tien added, “They will gather at a predetermined place in just a matter of weeks from when the order is received. There maybe hundreds of them, perhaps thousands.” "And the rebellion,” Rhys said, “is the reason for this army to be called now?” Galen and Tien exchanged a glance. Tien spoke up, “Yes, but it is most strange. The Helel has not been called since before I was born. Something quite extraordinary must be behind it.” "Surely a rebellion in the empire is reason enough.” Rhys said. "Certainly, but the very idea that there could be rebels is damn near unthinkable,” Galen said. "Why is that?” "Because there is nothing to rebel over.” Rhys laughed. “Ah, to be young.” "What do you mean?” asked Galen. "People can rebel just because they are not the ones in charge or making the rules. It does not take some down trodden masses to start a fight against those in power. It only takes will.” "In this case, there may be more than that,” Tien said. "Do you know something?” Rhys asked. "Just rumors really. But there are stories that there is a woman stirring up trouble in the east. She has visited many towns and demanded they supply her with warriors.” "Oh?” said Rhys, “Do the rumors say how she bends them to her will?” Tien nodded, his look serious. “They do, and if they are to be believed, it is a bad omen.” Rhys gestured for him to continue. Galen was similarly interested. “It is said that a single woman faces down the entire city guard and slaughters them with an evil black blade.” "Evil? How so?” "The stories say she enjoys the killing, that it makes her ecstatic.” "What does that mean?” Tien asked. "I do not know, exactly,” said Galen, “But if just part of that is true, I do not need to find out for myself.” Tien looked at Rhys, “Have you ever heard of such a thing?” "I have seen a magical sword that healed its owner even as it wounded others. Such a thing would be greatly evil in the wrong hands, but it does not sound exactly like what I have heard just now.” "And this 'magical' blade,” Tien began, “it is real?” "Oh yes,” said Rhys, “if you ever meet a dark elf named Cydonia, do not piss her off.” "That,” said Galen, “Is great advice.” Rhys nodded, “You don't know the half of it.” [2] When their band came upon the Helel late that afternoon, Rhys was quite surprised to find that the “Helel” was roughly the same in number Emperor Tomas' standing army. What appeared to be nearly a thousand tents were spread out over an appropriately huge area. Rhys was far to the rear as Tamaira and her warriors were met by a contingent of equal size from the Helel. They met for a short time, then the whole group rode off into the tent city in the foothills. … After dinner that night, Rhys was summoned to a very large tent on the outskirts of the Helel encampment. When everyone had arrived, he found he was one of ten men assembled from around the camp, and the only one from Tamaira's party. Two of the women warriors stood guard at the entrance to the small area they waited in. A third woman arrived with a flask. She thrust it into the hands of the nearest man. “Drink,” she commanded. The man nodded, then took a drink and passed on the flask to the next man. Soon all of them had drank the shuutra. The woman bearing the flask turned over an all to familiar sandglass, and left the tent. All of the men were feeling the effects by the time the woman returned after half the sand had run out. “Remove your clothes.” The ten men dropped their shifts, the three women looking approvingly at the ten solid cocks they saw before them. “Very nice,” the woman said. “Follow.” The men were led past the flap of the tent and to a rather open area where there were ten small divans in a line, each separated from the others by a couple of feet. A very large crowd of women warriors, perhaps sixty or more, were in attendance. Ten of them stood in a line across from the divans. The men were instructed to lie down, then the women crossed over to them. Rhys saw Tamaira's face over his own. “The others know this contest, but you do not.” As she spoke she tied him securely to the cushioned furniture. In no time he could barely move. “This game is important to me. You must not cum for the woman who rides you. Ensure you do not fail.” Rhys nodded, then said quietly, “le hangolas, me-rev.” "Now now,” she said, patting him on the cheek. “No talking or I'll have to gag you.” Then Tamaira retreated, and a different woman approached him. A stunning blond with perfect features stood at the end of his couch. “Warriors ready,” a voice announced. The women made a couple of simple movements and shed their armor. “Prepare.” The women moved to stand astride the supine men, grasped their cocks, and removed the yuru. Tamaira, for her part, was stunned at the specimen she was to mount. She was holding in her hand the longest, thickest cock she had ever seen, and she had seen quite a few. While she had no doubt she could take it, she knew concentrating with this pole up her pussy was going to prove difficult. The blonde warrior looked at Rhys hungrily as she held his dick. “Mount,” the voice commanded. Rhys watched, motionless, as the blond slowly lowered herself onto him in one languid motion. After his short time in the Samur, he was not surprised she was completely wet even before they had started. She put her hands on either side of his head and leaned down close to his face as she bounced up and down on his cock. She watched his face carefully for reactions as she brushed her nipples across his chest and rhythmically flexed her cunt muscles to massage his cock. It was clear she was trying to gage what he felt was most enjoyable. Tamaira eased herself down onto a cock that was nearly the size of one of her own muscular forearms. She closed her eyes and savored a feeling of complete fullness that she had not experienced before. Feeling she had taken him fully, she opened her eyes and looked down, and was surprised to see another four inches of fleshy steel waiting for her and taunting her. She felt the jongul flex his cock and her eyes met his. He was grinning at her, amused that she was having trouble taking him fully. She grew angry, but her pussy still throbbed. Holding his gaze she drove herself down on his cock until he could feel her lips against the base of his cock. It was his turn to look surprised. She grinned at his expression and began to move herself back and forth, up and down on the prick that she was quite literally, and quite pleasantly, impaled on. Rhys could not help but groan as the blond ground the nipples of her smallish breasts into his chest while at the same time lowering her hips with a tight squeeze of her pussy. She smiled down at him as he gave away his secret. She whispered to him, “It is alright, you are only a man after all.” Rhys moaned as she repeated the move, her hips getting faster. “You want to cum. Just give it to me.” From a little ways off Rhys heard one of the riders announce “I am done.” He turned his head to see the woman kiss the defeated man, then lift herself off him as a veritable flood of cum ran out of her pussy and over his groin. Tamaira bounced on the meaty pole in her pussy and found herself cumming for a third time. She blew the hair out of her eyes as sweat ran down her chest, through the valley between her tits and onto the man's chest beneath her. She moaned and groaned wildly trying to entice the man to spend. Surely she was tight as a clenched first around his girth, but though she pleased his cock he was somehow able to hold off. The blond riding Rhys looked him in the eye, said “You are well disciplined, but I really need you to pump me full of your cum. I cannot have Tamaira winning, and there is no way my man will flood her...If he knows what is good for him.” She leered at him as she continued to ride. Rhys shook his head, trying to make sure the woman understood he was desperately trying not to cum even as she rode him gloriously. In truth, however, Rhys was acting. His spell should make it impossible for him to cum, even as he enjoyed it. He was a bit worried about what would happen when the shuutra demanded his release if he could not speak and cancel the spell. The woman riding him was exerting more effort. One by one the riders announced their victory over the men's cocks until only Tamaira and the blond were left. And with time running out Tamaira was becoming desperate. She was nearing exhaustion from the effort of riding the horse cock of the man inside her and the constant clenching of every muscle in her body as that same cock delivered her a string of strong climaxes. Then she suddenly realized the man appeared mesmerized by her bouncing tits. She looked over and saw the blond woman, a warrior named Lorsha, continuing to ride Rhys. Her tits were quite small for one of the Samur. Sensing that it was Lorsha's jongul she was riding, once again dismissing the coincidence as a plan, she decided to do something unusual. Moving forward so that she could position her tits over the man's face, she still kept half his impressive cock inside her pussy. She leaned down and dropped a nipple in his mouth, pressing her tit to his face. The crowd gasped at her action. Quietly, so no one else could hear, she said to him, “Please suckle my tits.” Though he was still surprised and a bit taken aback, he could not refuse her request. As she felt him suck on her nipple, she shifted to stroking the head of his cock by using just the outermost parts of her pussy. As her lips and slit stroked back and forth across his cock head and the sensitive region below, she thought she felt him straining. Once again whispering so only he could hear, she said, “Please, please cum inside me, I need to feel it.” He tightened his hold on her nipple and she knew she had him. Faster she rode, stroking him toward the climax he sought to deny himself. The forbidden fruit of the Samur breast offered to his mouth, and the surprisingly submissive tone of its owner tipped the contest finally in Tamaira's favor. She felt a rush of air across her wet nipple as the man beneath and inside her drew in a lungful of air. Though she sensed victory, she continued her assault on his prick until she felt the first wet warmth contacted her pussy flesh. Her victory complete, she drove herself down to take him fully inside as he proceeded to flood her womb. She threw her head back and yelled as another orgasm swept over her. The mating ride went on for a minute as her climax milked the jongul for all he was worth. When she knew he was done, she pulled her tit from his still sucking mouth, and lifted herself off his prick. It >thumped< against his belly as she did so. She stood weak kneed and faced Lorsha, who stopped riding Rhys, lifted herself off him, and faced Tamaira. Lorsha bowed stiffly to Tamaira, who moved to stand at Rhys' feet. She leaned close to him and said, “You have done well. Now do my bidding and feed me.” Rhys was quite aware that the shuutra was soon to force him to spend, and none to pleasurably. He was also aware that it was not possible for him to cum unless he uttered the counter spell, and with all eyes on him he dared not do that. Then, something very strange happened. As much as he had desperately wanted to flood the blond and her wonderfully athletic pussy, the spell had prevented him from doing so. But as soon as Tamaira's mouth enveloped his cock and began nursing at him, he exploded in orgasm. While he was lost in the glory of the moment filling the warrior's mouth with his spend, Tamaira found herself surprised. While Rhys had indeed fed her well in their earlier encounters, now he was more akin to a river. Rhys strained at his bonds as a very long time passed between spurts, his body trying to build up as much as it could for the eager mouth that held him. Tamaira had barely finished swallowing his first offering when the cock in her mouth began to swell and pump a second load into her mouth. She let out a surprised groan that caught the attention of the other contestants. Another red haired warrior came over and knelt next to Tamaira and put her hand softly under Rhys' balls so she could feel his cock pumping. Tamaira's eyes began to water as gulped down the most voluminous offering she had ever coaxed from a jongul. The other woman eventually withdrew her hand as Tamaira pulled off Rhys' now defeated cock and inhaled a lungful of air. “Quite impressive W. Tamaira, might I borrow him tomorrow?” Tamaira appeared to ignore her, turning instead to Rhys and lightly patting his cheek. “Very well done.” Rhys just relaxed in his bonds as she replaced the yuru around his cock. The blond had not moved. Rhys saw the red-haired woman, thought she looked a little like Tamaira. His suspicion was correct when she said, “Well Tamaira, are you willing to share him with your sister?” Tamaira stood. “Perhaps. If the price is right of course.” The red-haired woman turned and hefted the limp, but still large, prick of the jongul laying next to Rhys. “I am amazed you were able to think with this inside you.” She looked at Lorsha, “Not by accident I'll bet.” Lorsha, the blond who had ridden Rhys, shot a dangerous look at Tamaira. The tense moment passed and the warrior riders turned and faced the dais as the men had their bonds loosened, yuru replaced, and were led away. “The Helel honors W. Tamaira for her disciplined jongul and her ability to, ah, accept such an impressive offering. W. Tamaira, do you take leadership of the Helel?” Tamaira bowed, then stood upright, her chest still flush, her sweaty hair clinging to her body, her belly full of Rhys' spend, her pussy still flowing and gaping open after her exhausting ride on Lorsha's chosen pony. She announced in a commanding voice, “W. Tamaira, second to the Empress, commands the Helel.” A great roar went up among the warriors, but she held up her hands to quiet them, “And now we will feast.” Another roar followed. Tamaira reached between her legs and brought some of the sticky fluid to her mouth. “And it better be good,” Tamaira yelled, “for I've had enough horse meat inside me for one today.” A huge roar of laughter rang out as Tamaira retrieved her armor and departed. Next Chapter |