****** Sellsword 2: The Spider Priestess by Arogue ******
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Sellsword 2: The Spider Priestess


"Where are we going anyway?" the woman asked, squirming to get more comfortable
in her saddle.

"Kal-sorak, I have a friends there, I need to put our wealth in a safe place,"
her companion responded, scanning his surroundings warily.

His name is Garth, he's a mercenary, a sellsword. Her name is Jarveena, she
became Garth's woman when he took her out of servitude (Sellsword) as part of
his payment.

"How long has it been since you were there?"

"More than five years, but I have friends there, they will have been looking
after my affairs." He looked at Jarveena and sensed her discomfort, they had
been riding for days. "We'll camp early tonight. We should reach Kal-sorak by
dusk tomorrow.

They continued riding as the sun began its descent into the western sky.

"So you have come back Garth?" The low voice chuckled.

A woman's hands moved over the surface of her scrying bowl and the image shown
on the waters surface became clearer.

"And who is the lovely morsel with you? Would she be jealous of our coupling?
Would she enjoy feeling the lust of my minions?"

The woman was Mytra, an elvish queen and high priestess, quite beautiful, and
quite evil, for she was of the Drow, the Dark Elves who worshipped the spider
goddess.

"Oh Garth, you will be so surprised at the changes in your homeland, now that
we have made it ours." Her smile was both beautiful and terrifying, "You were a
fool for leaving," her chuckle was evil, "and an even greater fool for
returning."

The image on the waters surface blurred then faded. Mytra pushed the vessel
from her and stood up. "Demron!" she called, "I need you."

Garth and Jarveena stopped for the night on the crest of a ridge.

"Kal-sorak is less than a days ride," Garth informed her as he built the fire.
When he turned, he saw Jarveena slipping her leather vest off and untying her
leather breeches.

"Do you know what I want to do?" she smiled, pushing the leather down her long
legs.

"I know what I want to do," Garth chuckled, unlacing his mail shirt.

Jarveena was tall for a woman, and her body was an erotic dream - large, proud
breasts, a flat belly and narrow waist. Her hips, rounded and tapering to firm,
well muscled thighs. Between her legs a triangle of soft hair concealing her
moist cunt lips.

Garth felt the flames of desire flaring up within him, centering itself in the
swelling rigidity of his growing erection.

"Hmm," Jarveena stared at Garth's stiff cock, "that looks tasty." She licked
her lips and walked toward the, now naked, warrior.

Garth's fingers found Jarveena's honey colored hair as she sank to her knees
before him. He looked down at her and their eyes met. His smoldering with
desire, hers glazed with anticipation.

Jarveena's soft fingers caressed Garth's balls, gently stroking and tickling
them as she watched his cock grow still harder. Her lips parted as she ran her
pink tongue over Garth's dark cock-head, making it glisten with saliva before
forming an 'O' with her full lips and sealing them over the head of Garth's
cock. Pressing her tongue over the large vein, Jarveena took Garth's cock into
her mouth slowly - deliberately prolonging the movement until the head of his
mighty cock was lodged in the top of her throat.

"Gods woman!" The warrior gasped, feeling her throat tighten over his cock-
head.

Jarveena began moving her head up and down, rejoicing in the feeling of her
lovers cock moving in and out of her hungry mouth. Her hands went to his balls,
fondling them as she eagerly sucked his rock hard erection.

Garth tightened his grip on Jarveena's head and began thrusting his hips -
fucking her willing mouth - driving his cock into her throat. He could feel the
vibration of her ecstatic moans as his cock moved faster and faster.

Jarveena's cunt was growing wetter and wetter as Garth continued fucking her
mouth. She moved one hand down to insert her fingers into her furnace like
pussy, feeling the soaking lips swell around her probing fingers. She could
feel herself clutching at her fingers as she neared her first orgasm.

His balls were quickly filling as Garth felt his climax building deep inside -
like a great storm gathering force. The sensation of Jarveena's soft lips and
eagerly sucking mouth urged him quickly to the brink. He teetered there for
long seconds, until he could hold back no longer.

Jarveena knew Garth was about to cum. As she felt his cock pulsating and his
balls drawing tight, her own orgasm crashed through her body. Wave after wave
of ecstasy flowed through her muscles and every nerve in her body.

Then Garth's cock erupted in Jarveena's hungry mouth. Cock-head throbbing -
shaft pulsing - Garth's hot semen poured into Jarveena's mouth, and down her
throat as she swallowed every drop. Savoring her lovers cum like it was the
finest of wines.

Their moans of passion filled the quiet night of the hillside. The aroma of
their lust mingled with the scent of the wildflowers.

Garth lifted Jarveena's mouth from his, still firm, cock.

She licked the wet shaft. Then she leaned back on the soft grass, her knees up
- her legs open - an invitation to her lover - an offering to her warrior god.

With no hesitation, Garth knelt between her legs and pressed his mouth to her
waiting pussy. His tongue flicked over her swollen clit as he lifted her hips
to him and thrust his tongue inside her.

Jarveena cried out in pleasure as her cunt spasmed in a second orgasm. Her legs
scissored around Garth's head, clutching him tightly to her steaming cunt.

Garth felt her lips swell as Jarveena came, her cunt tightening on Garth's
probing tongue. He began licking the full length of his woman's soaking wet
slit, flicking the tip of his tongue over her clit, then moving down to probe
within her dripping cunt, then pausing to tickle the puckered rosebud of her
ass. Then back up again to begin the exciting journey all over again.

As Jarveena came, a third time, she cried out in her passion, "Fuck me! Let me
feel you inside me. Fuck me!"

Garth moved atop her and thrust his raging cock into Jarveena's waiting cunt.
In a single powerful stroke, he sent his cock into her to it's full length. He
felt the blunt head of his cock tapping the mouth of her womb even as his balls
slapped against the crack of her ass. Garth pounded his raging cock into
Jarveena with a fury that he didn't know he was capable of. Her cunt, tight,
hot and wet, gripped him like a velvet glove. He could feel every muscle in her
cunt as she flexed it over his pumping prick.

"Yes," Jarveena gasped, "fuck me hard, fast and hard."

Garth felt his balls tightening as his cock head pounded Jarveena's womb, and
her swelling lips gripped his cock even tighter. Even after the intensity of
his last eruption, Garth could feel himself on the verge of yet another
monumental explosion.

Sensing Garth's impending climax, Jarveena reached down and grabbed the base of
Garth's cock, squeezing it tightly in her strong grip, holding back his
ejaculation, prolonging the intense fucking she was receiving. Once Jarveena
felt herself again on the threshold, she released her grasp on Garth's cock,
then let herself be caught up in the wild spasms of orgasm.

Garth thrust his cock deep inside the woman, his full balls slapping her ass as
he felt himself going over the edge. His climax, held back as it was, was now
even more intense, more powerful and more plentiful than before. His balls
spasmed, all his muscles flexed as his pounding cock erupted into Jarveena's
eager, hungry cunt.

Their bodies glistening with sweat, the lovers came and came, their juices
flowing and mingling until Jarveena's cunt filled to overflowing, and Garth's
seed ran down the crack of her ass.

They lay in each others arms until Garth's cock began to deflate and Jarveena,
reluctantly, allowed it to slip from her dripping cunt. Side by side they
looked up at the sky, saying nothing until their breathing returned to normal.
Garth was the first to break the silence.

"Sleep now, I'll stand guard for four hours, then I'll awaken you." He reached
for his breeches and sword belt.

Jarveena stretched like a great cat and softly purred.

"Isn't that sweet Demron? Young lovers in a grassy meadow, how romantic." Mytra
watched Garth and Jarveena in the water of her scrying bowl. "I can hardly wait
to welcome him back to Kal-sorak." She turned to her companion, a squat
leather-scaled creature whose red eyes and warty hide suggested a demonic
birthplace.

"I can see their performance excited you too." Mytra said gazing at the
creatures swollen genitalia. "Come then, fill your queen." She lay back on the
soft cushions of her chamber and opened her legs in wanton invitation. "When I
greet Garth, you may have your way with his companion."

With a drooling grin on its scabrous lips, Demron grunted his pleasure and
shuffled toward the waiting queen.

At dawn, Garth and Jarveena began the final leg of their journey, by dusk they
reached the gates of Kal-sorak.

"Strange, there are not guardsmen and the gates are open," Garth observed,
reflexively checking his sword and scanning the surrounding area.

"It seems odd that there would be no guards," Jarveena agreed.

With increased caution they rode through the open gates.

"We'll make for the Mercenary Guild, an old comrade of mine runs the inn
there," Garth stated. "He'll be able to tell us what's going on."

The Mercenary Guild stood at the end of The Street of Swords. The street was so
named for the weapon-wright shops that lined it. But none of them were open for
business.

"Preston!" Garth called as he and Jarveena entered the inn. "Where in the nine
hells are you?"

"Garth? Is that you?" a voice answered from the back room.

"No you old fool, it's your maiden aunt."

An old warrior emerged from the back, his right eye hidden buy a patch, his
left arm ending in a spiked iron ball where his hand should have been. This was
Preston, Garth's old comrade and mentor. He bore the scars of many battles, and
he bore them with pride.

"You shouldn't have come back my friend," the old man said in a sad voice.

"Why not? What's going on here? We saw no guards at the gate, and the gates
stood open, even at dusk." Garth was looking around the common room, "Where is
everyone?"

Preston drew three measures of ale and began, "The Dark Elves have taken over
this city. You DO recall the last time you met with them?"

Garth nodded.

"Well their queen remembers you, all too well. She's here. She's moved herself
and her unholy minions into the Great Temple."

"How long have they been here?" Jarveena asked.

"Long enough to drive most everyone out. Those that didn't leave, and didn't
bend their knee to her foul goddess, were taken as sacrifices to that fucking
spider."

Garth saw the puzzled expression on Jarveena's face. "The Dark Elves, some call
them The Drow, worship a spider goddess. Their goddess requires human sacrifice
from time to time." He turned to Preston, "why have they come down to Kal-
sorak? Surely not for simple revenge on me."

Preston shook his head, "No, they were driven out of their native lairs by the
Elves of Noldor. It was a beautiful war, many of our comrades fought in it, and
many left their shades upon the field as well." Preston sipped his ale before
going on. "With no king to lead them, the Drow were no match for the Noldor
hoards. Mytra is an evil bitch, but she's no general."

"How long after I left did all that happen?" Garth was leaning forward now,
listening with great interest.

Preston thought for a moment, "About a year, at my best recollection. Yes, a
year later. You were off on some contract, or you'd have joined in that war,
for sure."

Garth took a deep swallow of ale, "For certain I would. But how is it no word
ever reached me?" He shook his head, "I never heard anything about either the
war, or the Drow moving here."

Jarveena agreed, "No word of such ever reached the western fiefs." She glanced
at Garth, "I would have heard."

"But what of you Preston?" Garth asked. "What have you been doing besides
running this inn?"

"Waiting to hear some word about you mostly. There were some rumors that you
put down a rebellion in one of the western fiefs. I guess there's some
substance to that one, eh?" His eyes were on Jarveena.

Garth shrugged it off, he was interested in the where-abouts of his friends.
"What of Clinch, Logar and Wulf."

"Theirs are three of the shades that haunt the battlefield. Brickland, Eron and
the easterner, Agi. All dead. Only Mick, of our guild, survived the war. He was
among the first taken by the bitch and her minions."

"I never thought anyone could best Clinch in a fair fight," Garth mused.

"None did, Clinch was slain by base treachery and majik. An ensorcelled arrow
struck him in the back of the neck. I recovered his body and put it on the
pyre. His sword, 'Soulcatcher' I have kept safe. I figured he would want you to
take it up to avenge him."

"If 'Soulcatcher' will accept me, Clinch's shade can rest assured that I will
seek revenge for his death."

Jarveena touched Garth's arm, "What do you mean if it accepts you? Is it not
just a sword?"

Garth let out a grim chuckle, "Much more than a simple sword. 'Soulcatcher' was
wrought and enchanted by wizards of eldritch days. It bears great majiks within
its blade."

"And the blade is wrought of star metal." Preston added. "Nothing in this world
can even dent the blade." He looked at Jarveena and appraised her overall
build. "Can you draw a bow?"

"I have used one, yes," she responded. "Why is it you ask?"

"I also was able to recover the bow Agi used." His face was grim as he turned
to Garth, "What think you about giving the bow to your woman?"

"The Hart Bow?" Garth was surprised. "It will kill all those it rejects. I
would be very careful about handing it to anyone."

"Wait a minute, you two." Jarveena protested, "I'm the one that has to make up
her mind. It's my life that this Hart Bow will take, or not, right?" She stood
with her fists on her hips, "Are you certain that this 'Soulcatcher' will
accept you? Will you not die if it rejects you?"

Garth nodded, realizing that this woman was his equal in both courage and
determination. "So be it," was all he said.

Beneath the inn was a vault - stone walls and ceiling sealed by an iron bound
door. The three comrades now stood before the door.

"What is that that I feel in my ears?" Jarveena asked.

"That's the majik of the seals that were cast to lock the door." Preston
responded, pulling a scroll from beneath his tunic.

"Some of Gavin's work?" Garth asked.

Preston nodded as he opened the scroll. He read the words inscribed on the
parchment and the massive door slowly swung open.

"Wait here," Preston instructed them, stooping to enter the vault.

In a moment he returned with two bundles, each wrapped in what looked to be
dragon hide. He placed them on a long table and turned to Garth.

"This is the 'Soulcatcher'," he intoned. "Would you wield this blade?"

The words were ritualistic and Garth knew the proper response. "I would bend to
the test of 'Soulcatcher.' Let this instrument of war decide my worthiness."

Preston unwrapped the sword. It rested in a plain scabbard, and looked to be a
plain sword, devoid of any ornamentation. "Grip the sword Garth, and let
'Soulcatcher' determine your fate."

The warrior wrapped his hand around the leather grip and slowly drew the huge
blade from it's resting place.

As the blade cleared the sheath, it changed from a blade of gleaming steel to
one of a deep, black luster. Along the blade, mythril runes burned to life. A
low moaning sound filled the basement as Garth lifted the sword above his head.

At the tip of the sword, on it's very point, a small light was ignited. It grew
and began toe envelop the sword, moving down to engulf the blade, the cross
guard, the grip and the pommel.

As the fire began to spread down Garth's arm, his teeth gritted against the
pain. Sweat began to bead on his furrowed brow as the living flame completely
covered his body, then pulsed as it held him in thrall.

Jarveena watched in horror as her man was being tortured by this mighty sword,
then, in a blink, the flame vanished.

Garth staggered but kept his feet, and his grip upon the sword.

The Soulcatcher had accepted Garth.

Jarveena ran to him and threw her arms around him, she could feel the pounding
of his heart through the mail shirt.

They stood like this for a moment before Jarveena pulled away. "Will my ritual
be the same?" she asked, looking at Preston.

"Only the words - only the words. For the Hart Bow to accept you, we must step
out in the back." He turned toward the stairs, "Come."

The night was clear and moonless. Jarveena looked up at the stars in wonder,
realizing that this may be the last glimpse of them she would ever have.

Preston unwrapped the bow and quiver. The bow itself was constructed of a set
of horns; antlers, from a large Hart, (we call them stags) with a leather wrap
at the grip. A strip of sinew served as the bow string. The quiver held but a
single arrow, it was long and well feathered and looked to be made of some hard
dark wood.

Preston strung the bow then held it out to Jarveena, "This is the Hart Bow.
Would you draw this bow?"

Jarveena swallowed, hard. With some tension in her voice she responded, "I
would bend to the test of the Hart Bow. Let this instrument of the hunt decide
my worthiness."

She took the bow in her hand and withdrew the single arrow from the quiver. The
arrowhead was broad and sharp, wrought from some strong metal. She knocked the
arrow to the bowstring and raised the bow to her cheek. The draw was strong,
but Jarveena was able to pull the bow to it's fullest before loosing the shaft
at the indicated target.

The arrow flew from the bow and traveled about half the distance to the target
when it stopped and turned. The point of the arrowhead was aimed exactly at
Jarveena's heart.

The arrow flew back toward Jarveena, she stood rock still for the instant it
took for the arrow to pierce her breast and drill through her heart.

The arrow left Jarveena's body after going completely through her, yet the girl
still stood. There was no blood on her, front or back, and she felt no pain.
She looked first to Garth and then to Preston.

"Open your blouse," Preston instructed.

Jarveena did as she was told and found a scar on her left breast, the likeness
of a bow and arrow lay directly over her heart.

"You have been accepted - mark you the arrow has returned to the quiver."

"What does that mean?" Garth and Jarveena both asked.

"This arrow will always return to the quiver. Any arrow may be loosed from this
bow, at it will probably find its target - for such is the enchantment of the
Hart Bow - but this arrow will ALWAYS fly true, and will always return to the
quiver." Preston looked around, "Quickly, we must get back inside. That spider
spawn will be scrying for you tonight."

Shortly before midnight the Drow queen sat before her scrying bowl. "Where are
they? Why can I not see them?"

She waved her hands back and forth over the water's surface, but to no avail.

"By the horns of the black dragon where ARE they?" Mytra swore, standing away
from her desk. "Demron!" the queen called. "Bring me the mortal."

In moments the hideous creature returned ushering in a mortal male. He was
naked and bound in leather harness and wrist chains. There was a spiked collar
around his neck and a chain attached to that. Demron handed the chain to the
queen then withdrew.

Mytra regarded the young man for a few moments. He had turned out to be a
proper slave since his capture, and a most helpful one as well. The queen
pulled on the chain and brought the slave to his knees. "Tell me, slave, where
would Garth be hiding in this city?"

The slaves eyes shown with hope for an instant, "Garth? Here?"

The queens wrath was instant as she yanked on the chain, then threw it in a
loop about the slaves neck. "He as not come here for you! He has come here for
me," the queen sneered. "It will be my distinct pleasure to disembowel him, and
hand his slut to Demron for his pleasure."

Her face was close to his now, "So tell me, where would he be hiding?"

The queens gaze went deep into the slaves mind and pulled his most concealed
thoughts to the fore.

"The Street of Swords - of course, your old comrade in arms - Preston!"

Satisfied that she now knew where Garth was, the queen lay back and relaxed the
tension on the chain. "You have done well Mick. Now pleasure your queen and
mistress," her legs opened in invitation and the slave - Mick - knelt between
them.

His tongue had plumbed the depths of the queens hot cunt many times since his
capture. He had developed a certain level of skill at it. His tongue flicked
over the queens swelling clitoris causing her to gasp and move her legs tighter
around Mick's head.

Mytra ground her pussy to Mick's mouth, feeling his tongue move in and out of
her hot, wet hole.

The slave then sucked Mytra's clitoris into his mouth and began moving his
tongue and teeth back and forth across it, sending shock waves of pleasure
coursing through her body.

Mytra's hands tangled in Mick's hair, pulling him tight against her cunt - the
sensations his mouth was giving her were highly exciting, making her want even
more. But that was what Demron was for.

Mick's hands moved beneath Mytra's firm ass, lifting her from the cushions so
he could work his tongue up and down her wet slit. He licked her clitoris, then
moved his tongue down along her swollen labia to her puckered ass. He lingered
there, his tongue moving over the tight ring before reversing it's course and
moving up to her clit once again.

Mytra moaned powerfully as she felt an intense orgasm flowing through her. Her
cunt spasmed around Mick's probing tongue and her juices flowed freely.

The slave lapped up every drop - to fail to do so would result in his feeling
the whip.

Mytra pulled Mick from her cunt. His face glistened with her juices as she
pushed him back onto the floor. The queen looked at his erection and laughed,
"You could never satisfy me with that puny finger." She looked at him, enjoying
his humiliation, then went on, "But I will not have you beaten this time." She
clapped her hands, "Demron, take this slave from my sight - and make sure you
bind his hands. I wouldn't want him to play with himself."

"Did you say that Mick was taken?" Garth asked, lifting a flagon of ale to his
lips.

"Among others, yes. He's the only one not to be found though." Preston lit his
pipe and thought a moment, "I wonder if he's still alive, and a captive."

"What of the others then?" Jarveena inquired.

"We found their bodies, or what was left of them. Mutilated they were, tongues
cut out, fingers hacked off, cocks and balls missing." Preston's face took on a
very sad expression, "There were some women too. With them it was even worse."

"I don't think I want to hear that," Jarveena said.

"The hour grows late, and we are both weary, " Garth said. "It's time to get
some sleep."

"Take the large room in the back," Preston pointed to the stairs. "There's
water in the ewer and clean linen on the bed." He handed Garth a lamp.

"It's a nice room," Jarveena observed, unlacing her leather vest, "and the bed
is large enough." A coy smiled played across her soft lips.

As Garth secured the door and placed snares beneath the windows, Jarveena
stripped and lay back on the large bed.

"I'm waiting - and you are over dressed," the woman purred, rubbing her hands
up and down her supple body.

Smiling, Garth finished his precautions and undressed, quickly. He slid into
bed beside Jarveena and took her in his arms.

Their lips met in a wet, hot kiss. Their tongues played and danced together as
their hands moved over each others body.

Garth's hands found Jarveena's heaving tits, his thumbs teasing her nipples to
stiff erection.

Jarveena's hands were not idle - they moved down Garth's well-muscled body to
find his growing cock, already swollen and hard. "Mm - is that all for me?" she
purred into Garth's mouth.

The warrior's hand moved down Jarveena's belly to the thick, moist matte of her
pubic hair. His fingers probed her parting lips, finding her clitoris and
moving over the swelling tip as it throbbed beneath his touch.

As their mouths welded to each other, Garth's fingers slipped inside Jarveena's
hungry, furnace like cunt. She gasped and thrust her hips upward, taking
Garth's fingers deeper inside her. Her hand moved up and down Garth's rigid
shaft, stroking him, making him harder and harder as she hungered to feel him
buried in her aching pussy.

Garth's mouth slid from hers, moving down over her firm tits, her firm flat
belly, to join his hand in her wet triangle.

Tossing her head from side to side, Jarveena reached her fist climax before
Garth's mouth reached her cunt. She moaned loudly and thrust her hips onto his
hand.

As his woman came, Garth pressed his lips to her spasming cunt and sucked the
flowing juices from her. His tongue replaced his fingers as it probed into
Jarveena, licking and coaxing still more of her sweet juices to flow into his
mouth.

"Take me Garth - take me now," Jarveena urged, her hands still stroking his
iron hard cock.

Garth moved up her body, his cock head brushing the wet hair of her waiting
pussy, pressing into her open vestibule. With a strong thrust, Garth drove his
cock into Jarveena's body. He felt her wet cuntlips caressing his cock as it
slid into her.

Jarveena clenched her inner muscles, squeezing Garth's cock in a strong clutch
as she felt each vein on his mighty shaft as he filled her hot, wet cunt.

Their bodies began moving together, thrust meeting thrust as Garth's cock
pounded into Jarveena's eager pussy.

Jarveena wrapped her legs around Garth's waist; her heels beating on his ass as
her fingernails raked his shoulders.

They were so engrossed in their passionate love making that neither noticed the
black mist that was gathering near the bolted door.

As the couple reached their climax the mist solidified and the room grew cold.

Jarveena cried out in terror as she saw the apparitions at the foot of the bed.
Garth rolled from her and reached for his sword, but found he could no longer
move.

What Garth saw chilled his blood - before him stood three figures, Mytra, the
Queen of the Drow and Priestess of the Spider goddess stood between two other
figures. On her left was a demonic looked creature, with wart covered, leathery
hide, on her right, clad in the raiment of a soldier of the Drow, stood Mick.

Mytra clapped her hands slowly, "A most impressive demonstration of your
prowess Garth. But then I have sampled that first hand haven't I?"

She extended her hand toward him and drew him up from the bed to stand before
her. "I want you to watch Garth, watch as the creature that replaced you in my
bed has his way with - that which lies in yours."

"Why do you do this?" Garth demanded, finally able to move - however slightly.

"Why? It should be obvious, my sweet. Revenge. You left me. Without you my
people were unable to withstand Noldor. It was YOU that cost me my homeland."

From the bed, Jarveena listened to the queens words. "Garth - you were her
lover?" she questioned incredulously.

Mytra smiled at the girl, "Why yes, my lover and my most trusted advisor. Has
he not told you of this?" She turned to the sellsword, "For shame Garth." She
shrugged, "No matter, we leave now for the Spider Goddesses new temple."

Garth looked at Mick, "And what part did you play in this, Mick?"

"I did what I had to do to stay alive. I saw what happened to the others."

"Your friend and I have become, almost, as close as you and I once were.
Haven't we, my sweet?" she turned to the demon, "Bind them securely Demron."

Garth looked at the queen as she moved her cape aside. Beneath it she was naked
- he looked at her smooth golden skin, her white hair, hanging long and soft
over her shoulders. Her eyes were the color of amber and they looked at Garth
with a knowing stare.

"Do you not find me desirable, Garth? Would you not still like to stroke my
breasts?" She raised her hands to her large tits and lifted them in a mocking
offering. "Wouldn't you like to taste me once more? To savor the juices that my
body yields in passion?" She whirled, bringing the cape around her once more.
"Come, we must be leaving now. Mick, take their weapons from beneath the bed
and bring them as well."

As they passed through the common room, Garth and Jarveena saw what remained of
Preston. Garth said nothing, Jarveena merely sobbed.

The temple of the Spider Goddess was beneath one of the older temples in the
city. The Drow have dwelt in subterranean empires since they first walked the
earth, they felt comfortable and secure in those environs, as did their deity.

Garth surveyed the surroundings as well as the gathered worshippers. Some
resembled Demron - demonic creatures that Mytra had summoned from the pits of
hell, some were Drow, of both sexes, priests and priestesses, no warriors. He
counted six demons, and four Drow, not including Mytra, Demron and Mick. Only
Mick and Demron wore swords, the other demons looked to be carrying axes and
clubs.

As Jarveena looked about her eyes fell on the alter at the end of the chamber.
It was low and had iron rings set at all corners. The stone was stained dark -
blood stained.

Mytra clapped her hands and the two priestesses came forward. "Prepare this
one," she commanded, and Jarveena was dragged toward the alter.

Garth watched the priestesses as they chained Jarveena to the alter stone. She
was laid across it, her head hanging over one side, her hips on the edge of the
near side - with her legs spread as they were, her cunt and ass were exposed -
and available.

"Whip her!" the queen ordered.

The two Drow males, priests, Garth presumed, unwound their whips and set to
lashing Jarveena's soft skin. Where the lash struck, a red stripe appeared -
blood oozing from each one.

The priests continued until Mytra raised her hand and ordered them to stop.
"Demron, Agrak, you may have her now," Mytra said, shrugging her cape back over
her shoulders. "Do you not find me desirable Garth? Are you no longer
interested in my body? In the wonders of my passion?"

Garth, despite himself, as becoming aroused. There was no denying the fact that
Mytra was a rare beauty. Her skin was so smooth. Her tits were firm and warm.
Her face one of near perfect beauty, her hair was of spun mythril. Her long
legs and the mystical sexual skills of her pussy easily seduced even the most
resolute of males.

Garth felt his cock twitching.

"Come, let us enjoy ourselves nearer the altar." Mytra led Garth toward the
stone where Jarveena lay chained. "You can see why Demron is my favorite
consort now."

The demons approached the alter. Agrak stripped off his loincloth to expose a
massive cock, already hard - it's shaft covered with large, wart like, bumps
and thick pulsing veins. He shuffled around the altar to Jarveena's head.

Demron approached then, and stripped his loincloth off. Garth's eyes went wide
at what he saw. Demron's crotch boasted TWO cocks, the upper, large and bumpy,
the lower only slightly smaller and equally mal-formed.

"He can fill me like you never could Garth, but he is so ugly," Mytra said with
a laugh.

The one called Demron made a grunting sound, the other, Agrak, lifted
Jarveena's head so that she could see Demron's two cocks.

Jarveena screamed in horror at the size of them, at their terrifying
appearance. She knew she would not survive an assault with such organs - not if
they wished her to die that way.

"See, my sweet?" Mytra said, grasping Garth's cock and stroking it, "while
yours is quite nice, you have but one." She drew him down to the temple floor
so they could watch Jarveena being raped by the queens demons.

Agrak grasped Jarveena's head and placed his massive cock head to her lips.

Jarveena groaned in pain as Agrak forced his cock between her lips and into her
stretched mouth.

The demon began thrusting his cock into Jarveena's aching mouth, forcing the
huge head into her throat, making her gag and choke for air.

As Agrak was tormenting her mouth, Demron placed the head of his upper cock to
Jarveena's vestibule, and penetrated her enough to bring the head of his lower,
smaller, cock into contact with her asshole.

Mytra's hand was moving more rapidly now, stroking Garth's erection as she
watched the scene on the altar unfolding. "Agrak's cock may choke her Garth -
but she's trying to take it all, admirable, admirable."

The queen turned to Garth again, her other hand now fondling and caressing his
balls, "I have missed these, even with Demron and Mick to service me, I have
missed these." She lowered her head - long soft hair falling down to caress
Garth's belly - and kissed the head of his cock. "Mm - it would seem that this
has missed me as well."

At the alter, Demron turned to seek a command from his mistress, his cock head
(upper) was inside Jarveena, his lower cock poised to rip into her tight,
puckered ass.

"Fuck her Demron - fuck her." Mytra commanded, lowering her head to capture
Garth's rigid cock in her soft, wet mouth.

Jarveena's, agonized, shrieks were muffled by the massive cock in her mouth.

Demron thrust his hips forward, sending both of his cocks deep inside the
terrified girl.

She felt her insides being torn open by the invading cocks, blood began seeping
from the ripped flesh of her cunt lips and sphincter as Demron began thrusting
in and out of her.

Mytra's head moved up and down as she eagerly sucked Garth's cock. Her fingers
were playing with his balls as his cock head entered her tight throat.

In spite of himself, and the situation he and Jarveena were in, Garth's cock
was responding to the skilful ministrations of the Drow Queen. He reached up
and grabbed her firm tits, squeezing and pulling them, pinching and twisting
her nipples. He remembered she liked it rough. Garth began thrusting his hips
upward, fucking the queens mouth as he sent his cock deeper into her throat.

The queen lifted her head from Garth's cock and moved to straddle his hips. Her
wet cunt was poised above him as she moved her cunt back and forth over his
glistening wet cock head.

The soft hair of the queens pussy stroked and caressed Garth's cock before he
reached up and grasped her by the hips. With a savage thrust, Garth slammed his
cock up into Mytra's hot, wet, cunt. As he did, he pulled her down, doubling
the force of his initial stroke.

"Ahh - yes - that's the way!" The queen moaned, feeling Garth's cock pounding
into her. She responded by clenching his cock with her inner muscles and moving
her body in rhythm with his.

"My Queen," Mick interrupted, "what of their weapons?"

Without turning her head, or missing a stroke, Mytra told him to inspect them
if he wished.

Hope at once entered Garth's mind. If the traitorous pig drew the Soulcatcher,
he would surely perish - that might give Garth the opportunity he needed.

On the alter, however, time was running out for Jarveena. Demron's massive
cocks had torn her badly, inside and out, and her breathing was now shallow
because of Agrak's cock blocking her throat.

The larger demon, leaned down and began sucking and chewing on Jarveena's
heaving, sweat covered tits. His teeth left angry red marks on her flesh as he
continued to batter her with teeth and cocks.

Garth could not afford to think about Jarveena at this point - Mick had taken
hold of the sword and was about to draw it from the scabbard. Garth grabbed
Mytra around the waist and rolled over, putting her beneath him.

The queen moaned and purred at Garth's display of passion, and wrapped her legs
around his waist.

As he thrust harder and harder, Garth moved his hands to the level of Mytra's
shoulders. That was when he heard the low moaning sound of Soulcatcher being
drawn from it's scabbard.

The air in the temple became filled with the crackle of lightning and the dying
screams of the traitor as Soulcatcher rejected his suit.

Mytra made to move when Garth, striking like a snake, drove his forearm into
her throat, beneath her chin, and pressed with all his weight. The queen
quickly lost consciousness, her eyes rolling back in her head.

As the sound of the Soulcatcher's torment of the traitor ebbed, Garth saw the
sword fade from view, returning to it's own plane of existence. He knew he
would have to act quickly, Mytra was not dead, and those fiends were killing
Jarveena. "SOULCATCHER!" he called, "TO ME!" he raised his right hand and in an
instant, the grip of the terrifying weapon was in his grasp.

Demron was turning from Jarveena as Garth struck. The edge of the sword
sweeping the demons frog like head from it's neck then returning to remove
Agrak's from his body.

As the demons died, Garth felt the surge of power as Soulcatcher devoured their
spirits. He whirled around to see the two priests raising their whips, he
charged into them, swinging the awesome blade and ripping their bellies open.

Again the surge of power.

The priestesses were cowering in fear, their beautiful features distorted in
horror as Garth - the embodiment of their destruction - beheaded each of them.

The bloody blade was raised to take Mytra's life when Garth heard a movement
behind him - he turned to face the Spider Goddess herself.

"Now you will die my sweet - as food for my goddess." Mytra croaked from behind
him.

The visitation was a huge black spider - with the head of a woman. The face was
of rare beauty marred only by the long fangs that adorned it's mouth.

Garth felt Soulcatcher in his hand, the power of the sword swelling into his
right arm. He charged the apparition and thrust the point deep into its belly.

Both goddess and priestess screamed in pain as the mighty blade drank the
goddess's life and gave that power to Garth. Black blood flowed down the blade
as Garth pulled it back and turned, once more, to Mytra.

The queen lay powerless on the cold floor of the temple, her face bore the look
of terror that Jarveena's had. She was a threat no longer.

Garth rushed to the alter and freed his woman. She was covered in blood, from
the whip as well as the assault by the demons, but she was still alive.

Supporting Jarveena with his left arm Garth started moving toward the temple
entrance. He paused by the prostrated form of Mytra, once priestess of the
spider and queen of the Drow. Bending down Garth picked up the Hart bow, still
in it's dragon hide case.

"I leave you once more Mytra," Garth smiled. "Ponder your plight - you no
longer have a goddess, nor a people. You are as nothing now, despite your great
beauty. Perhaps you might become a tavern wench."

Garth left, supporting the groggy Jarveena.

They would return to the inn.

The people of Kal-sorak were free of the Drow. It had cost them many lives - it
had cost Garth many friends - but the Drow would not return.

A column of troops had entered the town, Noldor cavalry. Their leader raised
his hand to halt his men and hailed Garth.

"Old Comrade - so the rumors are true!" he exclaimed, dismounting and
approaching. "Is she dead?" he asked, regarding Jarveena.

"No Eron, but she is sore wounded, and she has lost much blood," Garth
responded.

The Noldor troop included two healers - they were able to provide unguents for
Jarveena's wounds and to mend her torn body, their healing spells would help
her mind recover and soften her scars.

Some weeks passed and Jarveena finally felt like herself again. She was even
hungry for Garth's body again - it had been a while.

The soft light of morning streamed through the window - two lovers lay side by
side.

"Garth - please make love to me," she whispered as they lay in bed. Her hands
moved to Garth's body, stroking and caressing his cock. "I need you," she
purred, kissing him lightly on the ear.

Garth began slowly - first by kissing her, a deep longing kiss, filled with
desire. His hands moved lightly over her breasts, gently caressing the smooth
firm flesh, feeling her nipples respond.

Jarveena moaned softly as she felt her pussy moistening. Her hand moved slowly
up and down Garth's erection, she could feel the strong pulse in his veins.

Garth moved his lips from hers and trailed them down her body to suckle on her
erect nipples, his hands moving down to caress her soft pubic hair before
sliding along her wet cunt lips. Garth's tongue flicked back and forth over
Jarveena's hard nipples as his fingers slipped into her welcoming cunt. He
could feel her tighten, her pussy lips swelling around his probing fingers.

Jarveena began grinding her hips against Garth's hand as his thumb stroked her
swelling clitoris, making her squirm in anticipation and moan with pleasure.
"It's been so long," she murmured, tightening her grip on his thick cock.

Garth moved again - this time, his mouth joined his hands at Jarveena's pussy.
He sucked her clitoris into his mouth as his fingers delved deeper into her
tight cunt. He could feel her as she approached her first orgasm. He moved his
fingers faster as he licked and sucked her throbbing clit.

Deep within her, Jarveena felt her orgasm building - she had not felt this
intensity before, it had been so long - so very long since she had felt Garth
making love to her, his gentleness driving the horror of the demonic rape from
her mind. She was ready to give herself to this warrior - body and soul.

Garth felt her cunt spasm, clutching his fingers tighter as her juices flowed,
washing his fingers, coating his tongue. Garth drank her in, savoring the taste
of her as Jarveena's body squirmed and trembled in the grasp of her orgasm.

When her climax began to ebb, Jarveena made Garth roll onto his back and she
knelt between his muscled legs. "Now I will pleasure you," she whispered,
lowering her head, and letting her mouth form a soft, red O.

Garth looked down, watching his woman lowering her lips to the head of his
cock. It was like a, silken, scarf was being passed over his erection as
Jarveena's hair moved softly over it. Then she licked him from the base of his
cock, to the head before sealing her lips over the small opening.

Slowly, deliberately, Jarveena let her soft lips slid down Garth's rigid shaft.
Her tongue pressing on the great vein beneath it as the swollen head reached
the top of her throat. She hesitated a moment, recalling the agony of having
the demons cock stuffed down her throat. But the fear passed, knowing that this
was Garth's cock, and she was his woman.

As he lay back in pleasure, Jarveena's head began moving up and down Garth's
cock. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked eagerly on the swollen meat, making it
glisten with her saliva. Her hands began fondling Garth's heavy balls,
caressing and massaging them. She lifted her mouth from Garth's cock and gently
sucked his balls into her wet mouth. Running her tongue over the wrinkled flesh
of his scrotum, then releasing them and returning to sucking his raging cock.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum," Garth groaned, thrusting his cock
into Jarveena's throat.

She looked up at him, her eyes telling him that she wanted to taste his hot
seed. She sucked even harder, her head bobbing up and down as she sought to
draw Garth's semen from him.

Garth arched his back, driving his cock into Jarveena's throat as his balls
spasmed and his cock erupted - spilling his cum down Jarveena's throat. She
drank down every drop, savoring the elixir of her lovers cock.

Garth's cock pulsated and throbbed as he came in great spurts - his pearly
fluid splashing into Jarveena's hungry mouth.

When Garth's climax had crested - and Jarveena had milked him dry - his cock
was still hard, still ready.

"Hmm - does this mean that you want me again?" Jarveena purred as she released
his cock from her mouth with a long, loving lick of the shaft.

Garth simply smiled, reaching down to pull her up over his body.

Jarveena straddled Garth's hips, her wet cunt moving slowly back and forth over
the head of his, still hard, cock. Her cunt lips parted to allow Garth to enter
her vestibule, but she was unable to restrain her desire for more than a few
seconds. "I need you Garth," she declared as she impaled herself on his rigid
cock.

"Ahh," Garth moaned as he felt Jarveena's tight cunt grasping his aching cock.
His hips rose to meet her, their bodies moving together in a slow, erotic
rhythm. The room was filled with the wet sounds of their fucking and the soft
low moans of their desire. The air was thick with the scent of their passion
and the sweat of their bodies.

Garth's strong hands gripped Jarveena's hips as he thrust his rigid cock deep
within her. With a twist of his body, he rolled them over to place him above
Jarveena.

Jarveena's cunt spasmed around Garth's cock as she came, her juices flowing
over the hard pillar that was pumping in and out of her. Her legs clutched
Garth's torso as her heels beat on his back. She pressed her mouth to his
shoulder and bit him - sufficient to draw blood - which urged Garth to speed up
his motion.

Garth was able to hold back his own climax - Jarveena having sucked him dry
earlier - so that he was able to pound his rock hard prick into her harder and
harder. He could feel the white hot furnace that was her cunt, gripping his
thrusting cock, holding it a willing prisoner.

Jarveena felt filled as Garth thrust into her hungry pussy. She met his strokes
in a steady tempo, feeling his balls slapping he crack of her ass. She came
again - more intensely than before - her cunt lips swelling to clutch Garth's
cock even tighter.

Garth felt his balls filling, growing tight. He was nearing the edge - Jarveena
urged him onward. He could feel his climax building like a storm, boiling up
from deep inside him.

Together, they came.

Garth's balls spasming - hot cum erupting like lava from a volcano.

Jarveena - her own juices flowing, mingling with Garth's to run out of her
overflowing cunt and down the crease of her ass. Jarveena's orgasm was even
more intense than the last one. Her cunt filled by Garth's pulsating,
throbbing, erupting cock.

Garth slammed his cock deep inside her.

Her cunt muscles milking him, drawing every drop of semen from him.

His cock pulsing inside her until he was dry.

As their orgasms ebbed, Garth's cock began to soften until it slipped from
Jarveena's wet cunt.

She sat up and reached for Garth's cock. She licked it clean of the elixir of
their lovemaking.

Their mouths met in a kiss of all consuming passion.

Garth could taste them - their elixir - on her lips.

Satiated, they lay on their backs, skin glistening with sweat, breathing deep
and steady as their heartbeats returned to normal, more or less.

Jarveena raised up on her elbow and regarded Garth. "You were her lover?" she
questioned.

Garth lay silent for a moment, "Yes, I stayed with her for three months prior
to the Noldor attack." He turned to look into Jarveena's eyes. "It's what I was
being paid to do. I was in the employ of the Noldor - I passed them information
- then deserted Mytra at the critical moment. I was to be the general they
didn't have."

"I'm glad you left them - her - otherwise we might never have met," she
snuggled closer, playfully twisting the hair on Garth's chest.

"Are you hungry?" Garth asked, raising to his elbows.

"I need to wash myself first," Jarveena answered, stretching sinuously. "Why
don't you go ahead and I'll meet you downstairs."

As Garth donned his leather shirt and strapped on his dagger, Jarveena began
splashing cold water on her supple body, making her smooth skin glisten.

Garth shook his head. "I'll see what there is to eat," he said, and went down
to the common room.

As Jarveena was lacing up her shirt, she heard shouting and the sounds of
fighting from the common room. "He can't stay out of a fight," she said to
herself, then she heard the voice of Mytra.

"SHIT!" Jarveena swore, grabbing the Hart Bow from beneath the bed she charged
from the room.

From the head of the stairs she saw two Drow warriors tying an unconscious
Garth to a column as Mytra uncoiled her whip.

With a wave of her hand, the Drow Queen released Garth from the spell she had
cast, and he regained consciousness.

"I want you to feel this my love," the queen drew back her whip and lashed it
across Garth's bare back.

A long slit appeared in Garth's skin, blood was flowing from it.

Jarveena notched her arrow and drew the bow, "BITCH!" she cried, distracting
Mytra from whipping Garth.

As the queen began conjuring a spell, Jarveena loosed her arrow.

The enchantment on the Hart Bow worked - the arrow pierced Mytra's heart.

Despite her elvish magic, Mytra fell to the floor - dead once and for all.

"She's slain the queen!" one of the warriors cried, drawing his sword as
Jarveena's arrow returned to it's quiver.

Jarveena drew and loosed the arrow again - again it struck it's mark. The
warrior was dead when he hit the floor.

The second warrior was almost upon her when the inn's door burst open and Eron
stormed in, a group of Noldor swordsmen on his heels.

The encounter was quick and, fatal. Eron ran to the stairs and cleaved the
startled Drow fighter with a single swing of his war-axe.

Jarveena lay back against the stairs, blood had splattered her face and
clothes, but she remained ready to fight, reaching back for her enchanted
arrow.

"Calm Jarveena - be calm - it's Eron of the Noldor. Garth is safe and the Drow
have been slain." The tall warrior reached down and gently stroked Jarveena's
shoulder.

She stopped trembling and began to relax.

From the corner of the common room, Garth's voice rang out, "Could you untie me
before you start bedding my woman."

Eron straightened and turned away from the girl, but not before seeing a flush
redden her soft cheeks.

With Garth freed, and his wounds, all minor, tended to, the three sat around
making small talk. Small that is until Jarveena spoke up.

"Garth, do you recall Tiffane?" she asked quietly, "your promise to her?"

Garth reflected for a brief moment, "Yes - I remember. We would invite her to
our bed should our paths cross again."

At this revelation, Eron's eyebrows arched and his eyes widened.

"It's true my friend, but a long story." Garth said to Eron, before returning
his gaze to Jarveena. "Why do you ask that?"

"Could we not invite Eron to our bed - he did save our lives."

Garth smiled and reached for Jarveena's hand. He just nodded.

The trio made their way to the bedroom where Jarveena instructed the men to
strip and wait for her on the bed.

They did so.

Slowly, to music only she heard, Jarveena began dancing - her hips moving in a
slow, sexual motion as she deliberately unlaced her shirt. She turned and
opened her shirt, letting it slip down her arms. Only her back was revealed as
the cotton garment fell to the floor.

Her hands moved up and unbound her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders in a
honey colored cascade. She turned and faced the two men sitting on the bed. Her
full breasts rose and fell with her breathing, her nipples stood firm and erect
as she moved toward the bed and placed her foot in Garth's lap - she could feel
the hardness of his cock as she moved her foot against it.

"Remove my boot," she instructed, her voice seductive as anything either man
had ever heard.

With her boot off, she turned again, then came back and placed her other foot
in Eron's lap. She played with his hard cock as well.

The men were spellbound - neither could tear their eyes from this beautiful
woman, dancing so wantonly for both of them.

Jarveena turned away from them again and unlaced her leather breeches. Her hips
undulated slowly as she pushed the soft leather down over her round hips.

From their viewpoint, Garth and Eron could see the small dimples at the top of
Jarveena's asscheeks as her breeches slid down to reveal her heart shaped ass,
then her long legs as she pushed the leather down to fall at her feet.

She turned and faced the two men, her hands moving deliberately over her taught
belly, upward to cup her firm tits. She lifted one to her lips and sucked the
erect nipple, flicking her tongue over it as her smoldering eyes gazed at the
men on the bed.

Her breasts quivered when she released them - her nipples tracing small circles
in the air.

She moved her hands down to her silken thighs, moving them up and down as she
slowly approached the soft matte of pale pubic hair resting at the apex of her
thighs.

"By the gods..." Eron moaned watching Jarveena open her wet pussy lips, and
slip two fingers inside.

Bedside him, Garth began stroking his own erection, slowly moving his hand up
and down his huge cock.

Eron, before too long, followed suit.

Jarveena smiled, enjoying the effect her performance was having on the two
warriors. She savored the power her body exercised upon them - making them hard
- igniting their desire for her. As she moved her fingers in and out, she could
feel her cunt getting wetter and wetter, her clitoris swelling and throbbing
with need. She threw her head back, her hair flying, and moaned out her first
orgasm.

A thin film of sweat glistened on Jarveena's skin as she spun around and danced
her way to the bed, slowly laying back and opening her arms and legs to her
lovers.

Garth fell on her heaving breasts, sucking them in turn, licking and suckling
her nipples as his hands squeezed them.

Jarveena reached down and grasped Garth's cock and began stroking it slowly as
he kissed and licked and sucked her aching tits.

Eron knelt between Jarveena's open legs.

She could feel his lips and teeth as he kissed and nibbled his way up the
silken columns of her thighs until he pressed his mouth to her dripping cunt.

As Eron's lips covered her clitoris, Jarveena gasped and thrust her hips,
pressing her hungry cunt tight against Eron's mouth.

Eron sucked her clitoris into his mouth and began flicking his tongue back and
forth over the hard nib, then playfully nibbling it, before resuming the
torment his tongue was delivering to the squirming girl.

Jarveena writhed and gasped as Eron's tongue brought her to another orgasm, her
juices flowing over his probing tongue to be licked up and swallowed like fine
wine.

"Garth..." she gasped. "Please - let me taste your cock," she begged, needing
his hardness in her mouth.

The Sellsword shifted to kneel at Jarveena's head, his erection poised over her
open mouth.

Jarveena twisted her head around and seized Garth's cock in her soft lips, her
tongue moving over the pulsing vein as she sucked him deep into her throat.

Eron lifted his face from her wet cunt and put his hands on her hips. With no
effort, he switched her from on her back, to on her hands and knees. Now she
could suck Garth's cock with more ease, and Eron had better access to her cunt
- and her tightly puckered ass.

Garth held Jarveena's head and thrust his hips back and forth, fucking her
willing mouth.

Jarveena reached out and fondled Garth's balls, gently caressing them as her
mouth moved up and down his thrusting cock.

Eron's callused hands grabbed Jarveena's ass as he placed the head of his
massive cock into her vestibule.

Jarveena wriggled her hips back, letting Eron's cock head into her eager cunt.

With a ferocious thrust, Eron slammed his cock into Jarveena's tight cunt. He
could feel her cuntlips sliding along his shaft, her inner muscles tightening
around his pounding cock.

As Eron pumped his cock into Jarveena, she greedily fed on Garth's huge meat,
sucking it into her throat - swallowing the head.

Garth groaned in pleasure as Jarveena sucked, his balls - when she was not
fondling them - slapping against her chin.

Eron's thrusting cock drove Jarveena closer and closer to another intense
orgasm. His hands held her asscheeks as he thrust harder and harder into her
wet, hungry cunt.

Garth's balls were filling quickly, he teetered on the edge of climax as he
enthusiastically fucked Jarveena's mouth.

Eron, too, was nearing the point of no return. His cock pounding furiously into
Jarveena's pussy. He felt his orgasm building deep within his belly.

The three of them exploded in a volcano of passion. Jarveena's cunt clenched
Eron's pulsating cock. Eron's cock pouring his hot cum into her as she milked
him. Garth's cock erupted, pouring semen down Jarveena's throat as she came in
wave after wave. Their bodies spasmed and shook with intense tremors.

Jarveena swallowed quickly, eagerly devouring Garth's cum as it spilled into
her throat.

Eron's cock pulsated and throbbed as his semen filled Jarveena's cunt, to
overflow and spill down her trembling thighs.

Their cocks deflating, Garth and Eron reluctantly allowed Jarveena to let them
slip from her - she would not leave them alone though.

"Sit beside each other," Jarveena instructed, motioning with her hands. Her
eyes were glazed with passion, desire still burned behind them. She reached out
and took the two cocks in her hands and began stroking them gently. They were
wet with a mix of semen, saliva and her own cunt juice - slick and very, very
erotic.

"By the gods!" Eron managed to croak as he realized that Jarveena was about to
suck his semi-hard cock back into full erection.

Garth grinned as Jarveena sucked first Eron, then Garth, then Eron again, then
Garth again. She continued this until both cocks had regained - what she
considered - a satisfactory degree of stiffness.

"Fuck me Garth - fuck me with all the fury you can," Jarveena moaned, then took
Eron's cock deep into her mouth.

Garth moved behind the girl and spread her ass cheeks. With a savage thrust he
rammed his cock into her waiting cunt. His balls slapped against Jarveena's
clitoris as Garth's rock hard shaft pounded deep inside her. He began pumping
in and out of her steaming pussy - hard - ferocious - animal like.

Each time he slammed his cock into her, Jarveena took Eron's cock deeper into
her throat. Muffled moans came from her mouth, filled as it was with the
Noldor's cock meat.

Despite the intense orgasm Jarveena had given Garth with her mouth, he soon
felt himself nearing the brink once more. He speeded up - now slamming his cock
into Jarveena faster and faster. His balls filled quickly as he drew nearer and
nearer the edge.

Jarveena's climax flowed through her. Her cunt lips swelling, tightening her
grip on Garth's cock. Sending him over the edge.

Issuing a savage cry, Garth pounded his cock into her hot cunt as his orgasm
exploded. His cum poured into Jarveena once again - again filling her cunt -
again mixing with her own juices and flowing down her thighs.

As Garth's pulsating cock continued pouring semen into her, Jarveena lifted her
mouth from Eron's cock. "Garth, let me suck you again - Eron - fuck my ass -
now - fuck my ass." She gasped, her hair damp, her eyes glazed.

The men switched places, Garth slipping his deflating cock into Jarveena's
hungry mouth, Eron putting the swollen head of his cock to her puckered ass.

Jarveena gasped as Eron's cock entered her tight ass. The ring of her sphincter
relaxed slowly as Eron slowly pushed into her. She reached back and slipped her
fingers into her dripping cunt. Feeling herself filled now, she began finger
fucking herself in rhythm with Eron's cock as it moved in and out of her tight
ass.

Garth's cock regained its stiffness as Jarveena licked and sucked it to full
erection. Garth, as he normally did, held Jarveena's head and was now fucking
her, hungry, sucking mouth, feeling the head of his cock being swallowed into
her spasming throat.

Low animal moans escaped Jarveena's filled mouth as she responded to the two
cocks, and her own fingers, that were occupying the main orifices of her
sweating body. As she felt Garth's cock reach its full arousal, she lifted her
mouth from it, a string of saliva and seminal fluid still connecting them.
"Fuck my cunt Garth - fill it while my ass is filled," she gasped.

Garth slid downward beneath Jarveena's body, until his cock was beneath her
sopping cunt.

Jarveena removed her fingers from her pussy and grabbed Garth's waiting cock.
Slowly lowering her body, she stuffed the head into her cunt and begged Garth
to ram it into her.

An upward thrust of the hips sent Garth's erection plowing into Jarveena.
Eron's cock, buried in her ass, made Jarveena's cunt feel even tighter as Garth
began pumping his cock into it.

Her head tossing back and forth, hair flying wild, Jarveena cried out her
orgasm - screaming like a wild animal. Her cunt spasmed as her swollen pussy
gripped Garth's iron hard cock. Her ass clenched around Eron's pounding rod as
she wriggled her hips, grinding herself back onto the two impaling cocks.

Garth and Eron stepped up the tempo, their cocks now moving in and out in
precise rhythm, both pumping in, then withdrawing at the same time.

Jarveena was in a sexual frenzy - her body trembling, every muscle quivering,
sweat glistening on her skin as another orgasm welled up within her. Images of
Demron's two monster cocks danced in her minds eye, like the waves of heat
above a fire. As Garth and Eron fucked her, she almost felt Demron pumping in
and out of her. A wantonness overtook her as she gave herself over completely
to her blazing lust.

Garth felt his balls filling as Jarveena's body quivered. He was nearing his
own climax - like a growing storm, building inside him.

His cock pumping into Jarveena's tight ass, Eron felt himself nearing the edge.

Tumultuous moaning rose from Jarveena as her orgasm crashed through her body.

Animal grunts emanated from the two men as their cocks erupted, simultaneously
flooding Jarveena's ass and cunt with their hot semen.

The juices of the three mingled and flowed from Jarveena's holes to run down
her thighs and puddle on the tangled linen beneath them.

Cocks pulsating, the men continued to fill Jarveena as her own orgasm
continued. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over and through her, until she
was totally spent.

Their cocks slowly deflating, the two men reluctantly let themselves slip wetly
from Jarveena's trembling body.

The three collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs - sweat drenched bodies
rubbing slickly over each other - ragged breathing filled the room, as did the
aroma of sweat and passion. They lay there for long minutes, no one saying
anything.

At long last their breathing returned to normal, the gentle breeze through the
window drying the film of sweat covering their bodies.

It was Jarveena that broke the silence, "I felt like I was back in the temple,"
she whispered, "with Demron's two cocks fucking me." She was silent for a
moment, "Only this time I enjoyed it."

Garth decided to change the subject, he knew he would not be able to continue
this level of activity without some rest. "Who owns this inn now that Preston
is dead?"

Eron slowly turned to his comrade, "Why you do Garth. Preston had filed his
testament with magistrate some years ago. He named you as his only heir." The
Noldor commander sat up, "I thought he had told you."

Garth's hand rested on Jarveena's smooth hip, "Well it looks like we're inn-
keepers now."

"You will need a serving wench," Jarveena chuckled, "you know I won't do that
job."

Eron spoke up, "I know of several women that might want employment."

Jarveena smiled, "She would need to be both comely and compliant - if you know
what I mean."

Eron looked slightly puzzled.

Garth roared his deep laugh, "Oh I do my love - I surely do."


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