****** Sellsword 3 - The Witch of Ravenstone by Arogue ******
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Sellsword 3 - The Witch of Ravenstone


The young woman slipped from the cart as it slowed in front of the inn.
"Preston's" the sign read.

She felt her purse, "A little light," she told herself, then noticed the small
sign on the front door. "Help Wanted - inquire within." The woman pushed open
the door and entered the common room.

Save for three mercenaries seated at a far table, and the strikingly beautiful
woman behind the bar, the room was empty.

The newcomer walked to the bar and addressed the honey-haired woman behind it,
"Are you Preston?" Her voice was soft and almost musical.

The woman looked up and took in her midnight black hair and fair complexion.
"Preston is dead, I'm Jarveena, my man and I own the inn now." Her nod
indicated one of the three men at the table. "What can I do for you?"

"My name is Shara," the woman answered, "and I need a job."

Hearing the conversation, one of the men at the table rose and came to the bar.
He was a big man, clad in leather shirt and breeches with weathered skin that
showed the crisscross marks of many scars. "I'm Garth, we own the inn. Did I
hear that you are looking for work?" His gaze moved up and down, taking in the
total picture of the young woman.

She had black hair, fair skin and dark, flashing eyes. Though clad in a simple
woven dress, with a blue cape over her shoulders, Garth could tell she had a
good figure. Firm thighs showed from the slits in her skirt, and her breasts,
not big, but proud and firm, strained against the tight fabric of her bodice.

Garth looked over at Jarveena, who had also appraised the woman calling herself
Shara.

Jarveena grinned and nodded her head. "We need a serving wench," Jarveena said,
"would you be willing to do that job?"

Shara thought for long enough to appraise both Garth and Jarveena, making it
obvious that she was doing so. "I can do that job."

"The pay is five coppers a week, room, board and you keep all the tips you
might get," Garth announced. "We'll tolerate no thievery or whoring. The Street
of Red Lanterns can have all that trade they want," Garth continued.

Shara stood straight and proud, "I am neither thief nor slattern, I am from
Ravenstone, and I am a Druid."

"A healing witch?" Garth asked, having heard about the healing powers of
Shara's people.

Shara nodded, her dark eyes took on a very sad expression.

"Well if you're willing to work, the job is yours," Jarveena said, reaching
over the bar to shake Shara's hand.

In the hills, three days ride from Kal-sorak, two riders stopped to rest their
horses. A tall thin man dressed in the robes of a priest sat leaning against a
tree. His companion, a knight, knelt in silent prayer bowing now and again to
place his brow on the ground.

"Do you not pray, Bane?" the knight asked as he rose from his knees.

"My prayers are offered in my mind, Sir Orlando. I am not a paladin, so I am
not required to prostrate myself to pray.

"God has spoken to me, Bane," the knight said. "The witch is almost within my
grasp. When I have slain her, the Ravenstone clan will have been destroyed."
The knight's eyes shown with the light of madness as he spoke.

"Forgive me, Sir Orlando," Bane said calmly. "I seek a different goal. The
sword, Soul Catcher, is my objective. It has fallen into the hands of a
sellsword - it must be recovered."

"But that is an artifact of the dark lords, how could you even touch it?"

Bane looked at his companion, "The man is an idiot," he told himself. His voice
explained, "I have been given a holy blessing that will shield me from the evil
of the weapon. Of course I could not wield it, but I can recover it and return
it to the temple for safekeeping."

This explanation seemed to satisfy the paladin.

Jarveena had explained the job to Shara, telling her what would be expected of
her, then showed her where her room was. It was next to the room she shared
with Garth.

"You can start this afternoon," Jarveena said. "There's fresh water and clothes
to bathe with. When you're ready, come back downstairs.

With Kal-sorak just getting back on its feet, the crowd was small - but lively.
Shara moved gracefully among the tables, delivering drinks and platters while
avoiding the outstretched hands of the patrons. When the last customer
staggered out the door, Garth threw the bolt and Jarveena began counting the
till.

"Not a bad night, all considered," she announced locking the cash box away.

Shara countered the coins in her pocket, she had made seven full coppers in
tips (a copper can be minted in quarter, half and full denominations).

"We open at mid day," Garth informed Shara. "If you want breakfast, you have
kitchen privileges, the cook won't be here until an hour before we open."

Garth snuffed the lanterns and they all went upstairs.

No sooner had Garth and Jarveena slipped into bed and had begun caressing each
other, than a soft knock was heard at their door.

Garth pulled his long dagger and stood beside locked door. "Who is it?" he
asked, his voice filled with a high degree of menace.

"It's me, Shara," a soft voice came from the hallway.

Garth unlatched the door and let the girl in - he had the dagger ready just in
case.

Shara, her blue cape wrapped around her, slipped into the room. "I saw the way
you both looked at me this afternoon. I just wanted you to know that I find you
both very attractive as well." She let the cape fall from her shoulders. Shara
stood there, naked, her skin shone in the moonlight that poured in through the
bedroom window. Her hair was lustrous, black as night. Her dark eyes held the
promise of untapped passion. She approached the bed, each step a study in
grace, made the hemispheres of her breasts quiver, and the smooth muscles of
her thighs flex.

Garth studied the woman as she walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Do you want me to join you?" she said softly.

Both Garth and Jarveena knew they did, Jarveena reached to caress Shara's
cheek. "Yes, Shara, we do want you to join us," Jarveena whispered in a soft,
husky voice.

The two women embraced, their mouths meeting in a wet, passionate kiss - their
hands wandering over their soft skin.

Garth sat back and watched as these two beautiful women enjoyed the touch and
feel of the others body.

Jarveena lowered her lips to Shara's stiffening nipple - taking it into her
mouth and suckling like an infant.

Shara took in her breath at the excitement of Jarveena's lips. She arched her
back slightly, urging more of her firm breast into Jarveena's mouth.

At Shara's encouragement, Jarveena moved her hands lower over Shara's taught
body. Her fingers caressed Shara's breasts, her belly, and the softness of her
thighs.

The young witch held Jarveena's head to her breast as Jarveena slowly moved her
fingers down Shara's thighs, then back up, finally reaching the wet lips of her
pussy.

Garth could feel himself getting harder as Jarveena thrust her fingers into
Shara's cunt.

Shara moaned softly in response to Jarveena's probing, then her own hands began
moving. Caressing Jarveena's firm breasts and taught belly.

"I need to taste you," Shara said softly, moving her body to bring her face to
the apex of Jarveena's thighs.

The women changed position, lying on their sides, their heads between each
other legs. Amid sighs and muffled moans of pleasure, they began feasting on
one another. The room filled with the wet sounds of mouths sucking and tongues
licking as each woman pleasured the other.

Shara thrust her cunt into Jarveena's hungry mouth, feeling her tongue move up
and down her hot, wet slit.

Jarveena, too, urged Shara's tongue into her waiting pussy.

Garth could only watch - in total fascination - as the women came. Their moans,
even muffled by the cunts they were eating, left no doubt that they had both
reached orgasms.

The women lifted their faces to show their mouths glistening with each other's
juices. They both smiled and each looked into the others eyes. They changed
position again - their legs spread wide and meeting like two pair of shears -
their cunts pressed together.

Shara began moving her hips back and forth, rubbing her clitoris against
Jarveena's. Her wet cunt sliding back and forth over Jarveena's.

The announcement of their orgasm was louder now, but no less passionate, as
they reached another climax together.

"We've been neglecting Garth," Jarveena whispered, seeing her man's iron bar
hard on.

Shara looked over at Garth and smiled then moved to kneel between Jarveena's
legs. "The choice is your Garth, which of us first, and where," she taunted
with a wanton smile of invitation.

"Straddle Jarveena's mouth," Garth instructed, moving into position.

Shara's cunt was poised over Jarveena's face as Garth placed the head of his
cock in the vestibule of Jarveena's waiting pussy.

Jarveena's hands on Shara's hips guided the young witch to put her wet cunt
onto Jarveena's mouth.

When he heard Shara gasp in pleasure, Garth thrust his cock deep into
Jarveena's waiting cunt.

It was Jarveena's turn to gasp as Garth began pumping his cock into her, at the
same time, reaching over and caressing Shara's sweat covered tits.

Three hearts pounded in the timeless tempo of passion as Garth thrust into
Jarveena and Jarveena savored Shara's young pussy.

The young witch moaned in ecstasy as Jarveena's tongue flicked back and forth
over her swollen clitoris and Garth's hands fondled her firm, warm tits.

Already stimulated by two previous orgasms, the women were quick to reach the
edge, their writhing bodies and moans of pleasure urging Garth closer and
closer.

He speeded up his motion, thrusting his cock into Jarveena harder and faster,
until his ball began to fill and he, too, teetered on the edge. In a crescendo
of passion the three of them soared over the edge together. Garth's cock
erupted into Jarveena, filling her tight cunt to overflowing as his hot semen
coursed into her.

Jarveena's cunt lips - already swollen - tightened around Garth's pulsating
cock as her own orgasm washed through her body. Every muscle tensing, every
nerve ending tingling with desire, she surrendered herself to her climax.

Shara fell forward, into Garth's arms, as she came. Her young body covered with
sweat, thighs trembling against Jarveena's face, her juices flowed over
Jarveena's hungry mouth.

Garth's cock pulsed and throbbed, delivering his cum to Jarveena until she had
milked him dry.

When their orgasms began to ebb, the three of them collapsed into a tangle of
arms and legs - smooth, sweat moistened skin moving over more sweat moistened
skin - some smooth, some rough and hairy. They let their breathing deepen as
their heartbeats returned to normal.

They lay there, resting, enjoying the sensation of satiated desire and passion.
Garth drifted off to sleep, leaving Jarveena and Shara to their own devices.
They began to play as soon as Garth was asleep.

Shara's hands moved to caress and cup Jarveena's breasts, her thumbs teasing
the nipples into erection. She followed by trapping Jarveena's nipples in,
turn, in her mouth and sucking them.

Jarveena now arched her back as her hands clasped Shara's head, holding her
tightly to her taught breast. "I want you Shara," she murmured softly.

Shara moved to kiss Jarveena, their mouths melting together as their tongues
played and danced.

Jarveena moved her hands down Shara's back to caress her firm ass cheeks, then
moved her thigh between Shara's. Jarveena felt the wet heat of Shara's pussy as
it slid back and forth over her firm thigh.

Moaning into Jarveena's mouth, Shara slid her hands down to Jarveena's cunt,
sliding her fingers into it and resting her thumb on Jarveena's swollen
clitoris. Shara thrust two fingers deep into Jarveena's dripping cunt then
began to move them slowly in and out, flexing them to fill Jarveena's hot tight
pussy.

Jarveena began jerking her hips, thrusting her cunt into Shara's fingers, and
urging them deeper into her hungry pussy. She placed her hand on Shara's pussy,
feeling the soft downy hair surrounding her wet, swollen lips and throbbing
clitoris. She was about to insert her fingers into Shara's cunt, when the young
witch stopped her.

"I am still a virgin, Jarveena - at least I have never been with a man - in
that way."

Jarveena was surprised, but did not penetrate the young virgin, instead moving
her fingers up and down the young woman's hot, wet slit. "Have you taken a
vow?" she asked.

"In a manner of speaking, yes," Shara replied, then bent her head once again to
kiss Jarveena, deeply, passionately.

Jarveena experienced an intense orgasm as Shara's fingers played within her.
Her cunt lips, swollen and wet, tightened their grip around Shara's fingers as
her juices flowed over them.

Shara moaned with pleasure as she, too, came - rewarding Jarveena's fingers
with her own flowing juices.

As their orgasms crested and subsided, the two women fell asleep in an embrace,
to sleep until the next day in restful slumber.

Sunrise found Orlando and Bane already riding, moving closer to Kal-sorak.

"Tell me of these Ravenstone Witches, Sir Orlando," Bane asked as they rode.

"Ah yes, a clan of such evil heretics you could not imagine. They claim to
worship the natural order of things, but the Sacred Teachings tell us
otherwise," the Paladin said. "Nanoc," he bowed his head as he spoke the name,
"is the sworn enemy of their evil druid ways. He is a Lord of the Light."

Bane nodded, since he was, supposed to be, a priest of Nanoc.

"As you know, Bane, He teaches that those who do not adhere to His teachings,
MUST be enemies of the Light. I am sworn to destroy those who champion the
Darkness. The Ravenstone clan are such champions."

Bane looked over at his traveling companion - he saw the light of lunacy in
Orlando's piercing eyes.

The Paladin continued with his sermon. "Only one of the cursed clan survives.
Somehow she eluded me when I destroyed the Ravenstone village and slew the
others. But I know she fled south, and Kal-sorak is the nearest town in that
direction. If she is not there, there may be word of her." Orlando lifted his
head high. "The heretic will die at the stake, as Nonac has decreed."

The sun was high when the three lovers shook off their slumber.

Garth sat up and looked at the woman, still locked in their embrace, and
scratched his head. "Was I dreaming?" he asked himself.

"It was no dream Garth," Shara said, opening her dark eyes. "I would speak with
you and Jarveena - there is much you need to know - about me."

Jarveena came awake just then. "What do we need to know?" she asked.

"We can talk as we break our fast," Garth suggested, swinging his feet onto the
floor. "I seem to have a good appetite this morning."

The three sat in the common room and drank their tea as Shara told her story.

"I am the last of my clan. Ravenstone was destroyed by followers of Nonac, one
of the gods of the light." She began.

"Are your people aligned with the darkness?" Jarveena asked.

"No, we are dedicated to maintaining the balance of the universe. There can be
no good without evil, law without chaos or light without darkness. Nonac's
worshippers regard anyone not devoted to their god to be a heretic. So it was
two years ago that an army of Nonac's followers, led by a mad Paladin, swept
through my village and slew every man, woman and child. I was in the north
then, studying herbs, so I alone survived."

"Who was this paladin?" Garth asked, having dealt with that sort before.

"He was call Orlando, he slew the men and boy children out right. The women and
girl children," she paused as she choked back a sob, "they were ravaged, then
burned at the stake."

Jarveena's face lost color as she listened to Shara's story.

Garth's face took on a look of anger and disgust. "Did this Orlando participate
in the rape, of merely watch?'

Shara shook her head, "I know not." Tears filled her beautiful dark eyes. "I
have been running ever since. The madman knows I survived, he will not rest
until I, too, have been burned."

Garth asked why the women were so cruelly killed.

"We are a matriarchy, everything is descended through the girl children, it is
we women that have the strongest powers. Once I am dead, Ravenstone will be no
more."

"Last night," Jarveena began, "you spoke of a vow of sorts. What did that
mean?"

"I have sworn to remain a virgin until Ravenstone is avenged, or unto my death
- and I swear I will not permit myself to be burned at the stake."

Garth smiled wistfully. "And I was hoping to bed you tonight," he said.

Shara looked at him and let a coy smile grace her lips; "I can pleasure you
Garth, without forsaking my vow, much as Jarveena and I pleasured each other
last night."

Garth leaned back in his chair and grinned at this news. "I'm going to seek out
Pike at the assassins guild. He may know, or be able to find out, more about
this Orlando. I will not permit harm to come to anyone living under my roof."
His eyes flashed as he said it - both women knew he meant every word. Garth
left the inn shortly after breaking fast; the two women were left to prepare
for opening the inn for the new day.

As an assassin, Pike had very few friends in Kal-sorak - as a matter of fact of
the two he had, one, Preston, was dead, only Garth remained. It was Garth
standing in the doorway, empty hands at his sides, palms forward. He signified
that he was not holding a weapon, and had come in peace.

When Garth had told Pike what he knew, and what more information he needed, the
assassin placed pipes and a bowl of leaf on the table between them.

"I know of this mad paladin," Pike said, filling a pipe. "He travels this way
even now, but he travels with another man."

Garth knew better than to ask how Pike knew this, he remained quiet and filled
the other pipe from the proffered leaf. "Can you find out more about them?" he
asked, lighting the pipe.

Pike took a deep puff and exhaled slowly. "Yes, I think I can. Will you be at
the inn this evening?"

Garth nodded. "Until closing time."

"We need to stop for prayers," Orlando said. "It's almost midday."

Bane rolled his eyes in exasperation, but said nothing. The men reined their
horses into a stand of trees and dismounted.

As was his practice, Orlando doffed his helm and knelt to pray.

Bane merely sat beneath a tree and bowed his head. "We should take some food
and water now, Sir Orlando." Bane offered him a water skin.

"I intend to fast until my work is finished. Nonac would want my body thus
purified."

"Well if it's all the same to you, I need to keep my strength up." Bane
responded with more than a hint of mockery in his voice. He ate the dried meat
and fruit with gusto, then washed it down with more water (which he wished was
wine) before standing to remount his horse.

"Why did I ally myself with this fool?" Bane asked himself as they rode. "I
suspect only trouble will come of dealing with that witch, especially if she
knows he's coming."

By the time Garth returned to the inn, the cook had arrived and the place was
ready to open.

Garth gathered Jarveena and Shara to him and told them what he had found out,
"He is on his way, and he travels with another. Pike does not know this other
one, but he will try to find out by closing bell tonight."

Shara was frightened, more for Garth and Jarveena than for herself. "Perhaps I
should make my escape now," she suggested.

"You'll do no such thing," Jarveena announced, and was seconded by Garth.

"We can handle any mad paladin that comes through that door." Garth said with a
distinct voice of confidence. He laid the sheathed Soulcatcher on the bar.

Shara looked at the ominous weapon, her eyes studying it carefully. "There are
legends about a great enchanted sword, crafted of star metal when the world was
very young. It is said that it rests in a dragon hide scabbard - much like that
one." She looked Garth directly in the eyes.

"The legends are true, this is Soulcatcher," was all he said.

The rest of the afternoon and evening passed with a better than normal crowd.
Shara was kept busy, as were Jarveena and Garth. It was nearing the closing
bell when a thin man in worn black leather slipped in the side door. Pike had
arrived.

"I've found out more, my friend," he began. "Orlando is accompanied by a mage
called Bane. He is in the garb of a priest of Nonac, Orlando's god. I don't
think Orlando is aware of Bane's true identity, nor were we able to discover
Bane's purpose." Pike looked around, "I'm sorry we could not find out anything
more."

Garth thanked Pike for his efforts, and his offer of payment was refused.

"I will take a flagon of ale, though," Pike said, "and a few minutes to gaze at
your serving wench," he smiled.

It was midnight, closing time at the inn, when Orlando and Bane stopped for the
night.

"Bane, my friend, we should be in Kal-sorak by this time tomorrow," Orlando
announced as he prepared to say his night prayers.

Bane grunted his response and massaged his aching buttocks before stretching
out beneath a tree to sleep.

Orlando, kneeling to pray, was unaware that he and Bane were being watched.

Elvish eyes studied the pair from the trees. Scouts of the Noldor army had been
following the pair for two days. These scouts were the ones that gave the
information to Pike's men. Had Orlando known they were being watched, he might
not have said what he said next.

"Blessed Nonac, god of the light, protect your servant, Bane, in his quest to
recover the evil Soulcatcher from the hands of the heretics."

The elf scout had heard of this sword, and knew who now wielded it. Without
being seen or heard, he slipped away to write the information on a slip of
paper and speed it back to Kal-sorak though an arrow relay that would find the
message in Eron's hands before dawn.

Garth had latched the door and extinguished the lanterns as Jarveena and Shara
walked slowly up the stairs.

"Wait down here a moment Garth - we would surprise you." Jarveena said, coyly
glancing at him over her shoulder.

When Garth entered the bedroom he saw both women on the bed, locked in a
passionate embrace; Jarveena sucking Shara's breasts, Shara's fingers delving
deep in Jarveena's pussy. Their moans of ecstasy caressed the sellsword's ears.

As Garth stood, transfixed by the beauty that lay on the bed, Jarveena looked
over at him, and beckoned him to the bed.

Garth stripped as he walked to the bed and sat on the edge, his eyes never
leaving the erotic scene before him. He reached out and caressed the soft
smooth skin of Jarveena's thigh, the taught skin of Shara's breast, the downy
hair covering both, wet cunts.

Shara looked at Garth, "I want to pleasure you Garth," she whispered.

Jarveena gasped, writhing in ecstasy, as Shara's deft fingers brought her to a
shattering orgasm. "Yes - Garth, let Shara please - I want to watch."

Garth sat with his back against the headboard as Shara knelt between his legs.

Jarveena sat beside them, her eyes gleaming with passion.

Shara caressed Garth's balls, her fingernails lightly scraping the wrinkled
skin of his sack. Slowly, she lowered her head, until her soft black hair fell
forward and lightly brushed his muscular thighs.

She allowed the tip of her tongue to flick over her soft, red lips, making them
glisten in the soft candlelight. Slowly, so very slowly, Shara let her mouth
approach the swelling head of Garth's cock, until he could feel her breath upon
his tortured flesh.

The tip of Shara's tongue slowly moved over Garth's cock head as her fingers
lightly stroked the throbbing shaft. Garth drew in his breath sharply as Shara
sealed her lips over the very end of his cock.

With agonizing slowness, Shara's soft lips descended over Garth's rigid cock.
Slowly her mouth engulfed him, her tongue pressing the huge vein as she sucked
him deep into her mouth.

Garth's fingers gripped the bedclothes as he felt his cock being drawn into
Shara's mouth, until the head lodged in her tight throat and she swallowed him.

Slowly, Shara began moving her head back up Garth's cock until only the head
remained in her warm, wet mouth. She licked the ridge behind the dark,
throbbing head, then slid her lips back down, once more taking Garth's cock
into her throat.

With rapt attention Jarveena watched as her lover's cock disappeared into
Shara's mouth, only to reappear, glistening with saliva, as Shara lifted her
head and let it descend again. Her own fingers moving wetly in and out of her
steaming cunt.

Garth began groaning in sexual torment as Shara drew him to the brink, only to
hold him there, then let him recede once more.

As Garth reached the pinnacle again, Shara gripped the base of his cock,
squeezing his orgasm back, delaying him again.

His balls ached for release, but Shara would allow him none - yet.

Jarveena moaned beside them as her fingers flew in and out, the wet slapping
complimenting the sucking sounds that Shara made.

At last, Shara was ready to drink Garth's seed. She took his cock into her
throat, swallowing him.

Garth's balls spasmed, his back arched, driving his cock still deeper into
Shara's throat. Hot semen erupted from his cock to pour down Shara's eager
throat.

She sucked harder, cheeks hollowing as she drew Garth's thick, pearly semen
from him, savoring every drop as it flowed into her hungry mouth. Shara
swallowed again and again, yet some of Garth's fluid escaped, dripping from
Shara's lips, and down her chin.

Jarveena seized her opportunity and greedily licked the thin stream of cum from
Shara's skin, then moving down to kiss and lick Garth's tight balls.

"By the GODS!" Garth managed to gasp, his cock sucked dry.

Shara reluctantly released Garth's deflating cock from her mouth, licking up
the thin strand of cum that still connected her mouth to his cock head. She sat
back on her heels and looked at Garth. "Did I please you?" she asked softly,
her lips still puffy and red, glistening with his seed.

"Was this some enchantment?" Garth said, his voice still unsteady.

"No, Garth, just a woman's passion for an ancient love art," Shara responded.
"Would you like me to enchant you? To make you ready to pleasure Jarveena?"

"Please, Shara," Jarveena intervened, "let me try to bring him back to life. If
I can, I'll pleasure you while he pleasures me."

The two women began working on Garth. Shara licking and tonguing his ass, while
Jarveena licked and sucked his balls and limp cock.

It took time, nearly an hour, but by the time the women were licking his cock
in unison, Garth was erect and ready again.

Jarveena knelt between Shara's legs, her face buried in the young witches cunt
and her ass and pussy presented for Garth's pleasure.

Garth knelt behind Jarveena and placed his hands on the smooth cheeks of her
ass. He bent forward and licked her pussy.

Jarveena moaned as Garth's tongue flicked over her swelling clitoris.

Garth poised the head of his cock between Jarveena's swelling cunt lips,
rubbing it up and down her wet slit until her ass squirmed in anticipation.
When Jarveena was wet enough, Garth drove his cock into her in a single, savage
thrust. His balls slapped her clitoris as he slammed his massive prick into
her, filling her cunt.

Jarveena flexed the muscles of her cunt, gripping Garth's mighty cock in a
velvet grip as he began pounding into her harder and faster.

Shara writhed in pleasure as Jarveena, driven by Garth's furious fucking,
devoured Shara's lush, wet cunt. Her tongue delving inside her, fucking her
like a tiny cock, driving Shara insane with desire and urging her closer and
closer to a monumental orgasm.

The bedroom was filled with the wet sounds of sexual pleasure - the air heavy
with the aromas of passion and lust as the three of them continued to revel in
the ecstasy they were creating.

Shara was the first to cum - her juices flowing over Jarveena's skilled tongue
- moaning in the most exquisite agony as her hips thrust upward, pressing her
cunt to Jarveena's hungry mouth.

Heartbeats later, Garth's balls tightened and spasmed as his raging cock
erupted, filling, then overflowing Jarveena's hungry cunt.

When Jarveena came, her juices mingled with Garth's to flow down her trembling
thighs - warm and slick, the elixir of their passion.

When Garth's cock began to deflate, Shara moved to lick his cock, and
Jarveena's cunt clean of their juices. She savored the nectar as she hungrily
devoured the juices from Jarveena's cunt as well as those that had flowed down
her thighs.

Garth fell away and lay on his back, spent, milked dry and exhausted. "You
women may be my undoing yet," he joked, a tired smile on his lined face.

Jarveena and Shara lay on either side of Garth, both snuggling close to him and
falling asleep with their arms over his chest, their hands clasped.

The three of them slept soundly and well - until just after dawn.

Garth was startled awake by the pounding on the inn door. The sheathed
Soulcatcher in his hand, he went down to see what the commotion was all about.

Pike was at the door when Garth swung it open. The assassin grinned when he saw
him. "Did I interrupt something?"

Garth had forgotten to put any clothes on.

"Shit!" The sellsword muttered beckoning Pike inside and slamming the door.
"What in the nine hells brings you here at this hour?"

"I received more information about our two friends."

Garth motioned him to a table.

"Bane is a mage," Pike began, "this we already knew. But his purpose is to
steal Soulcatcher."

Garth looked at his friend for a moment. "You're sure of this?"

"One of Eron's scouts heard Orlando praying for Bane's success."

"Well that proves that Orlando does not know Bane's true identity, even a mad
paladin would have nothing to do with Soulcatcher," Garth leaned back and was
about to reach for a pipe.

"No pockets eh?" Pike grinned, tossing a pipe and pouch on the table.

"I would wish that Gavin were still here." Garth muttered.

"The Stygian mage? The one with the Sylvan elf as his woman?"

Garth nodded. "He escaped the Drow invasion, but I don't know where he is, or
even if he's still alive." Garth's expression grew wistful, "He could judge
this Bane's power, and perhaps help me fight him."

"I am not without some abilities in that area," Shara said from the foot of the
stairs.

The two women, both dressed, came over and sat at the table.

Jarveena draped a robe over Garth's shoulders. "I can't have my man catching a
chill, can I?"

"How far away are they?" Shara asked.

"They'll be here by midnight I'm afraid. That doesn't give us much time," Pike
said.

"Us? This isn't your fight Pike," Garth said.

"I don't have many friends, Garth, so I intend to do all I can to keep the ones
I do have alive."

The evening crowd at "Preston's" was rowdy, as always, and business was brisk.
Shara avoided getting her ass pinched too much and Garth was able to quell any
fights that threatened to break out. At the city gates, two riders passed
through, just before they were closed for the night. They rode to the livery
stable, only to find it closed.

"We can leave the horses here," Orlando said, looking at the open barn.

"I'm going to look around the town for a while, I'll meet you back here in two
hours," Bane announced.

It didn't take Bane long to find the inn. From the outside it seemed to be
closed for the night - no lights or noise from the common room - but Bane could
sense people within, and he could sense magical power as well.

From beneath his robe, Bane pulled out a small crossbow. He cocked it and
carefully dropped a hardwood dart into the channel. The mage settled his
breathing and began to concentrate. He conjured the spell needed, then steadied
his grip on the crossbow.

"OPEN!" Bane shouted, and the bolted door flew open revealing four people, two
women and two men, in the common room. Bane quickly selected Pike as his target
at let the dart fly. As soon as he loosed, he knew he had picked the wrong man.

Garth roared as he launched himself from his chair and reached for Soulcatcher.

Behind him Shara was conjuring a spell of her own.

Bane frantically tried to re-cock his cross bow, finally throwing it aside and
drawing a dart from his pouch.

As Garth reached him, Bane thrust the dart into Garth's upper arm, causing
Garth's swing to miss and the blade of Soulcatcher to imbed itself in the wood
floor.

Garth felt like the fires of hell had been ignited in his body - first his
sword arm, then his chest, and then his legs. He fell heavily, crashing into a
table, then sliding to the floor.

As Bane was reaching for the sword, Shara cast her spell - the mage was hurled
backward into the street.

Scrambling to his feet, Bane ran off toward the livery stable. He would tell
Orlando where the witch was hiding - when they both returned, he could capture
the sword.

Shara knelt over Garth, softly singing a spell of healing while she combined
herbs to sprinkle over his wound. The dart that struck Pike pierced his heart.
He was dead by the time he hit the floor.

Jarveena, grief stricken as she was, had the presence of mind to retrieve the
Hart Bow from its hiding place. "I may not be able to wield Soulcatcher," she
said angrily, "but this bow and I are as one."

"If you try to take that mage on, he'd kill you before you drew your bow,"
Shara said, looking up from Garth. "Garth will recover, the dart was envenomed,
but I was able to stop the poison before it had spread too much - that and the
herbs should have him back on his feet in a day or two."

"A day or two?" Jarveena was aghast. "He'll be back, with that paladin, before
cock crow. We don't HAVE a day or two."

Garth groaned and tried to sit up.

Shara's hand on his chest stopped him. "You've been poisoned by Bane's dart.
Don't try to move just yet."

"Pike?" Garth said quietly.

Shara shook her head. "The dart struck him in the heart, he never had a
chance."

"That damned mage picked the wrong target," Jarveena whispered, "I won't give
him another chance."

"You wouldn't stand a chance," Garth warned. "We have to use our wits, there's
not much time." Garth lay back, tired from the effort of even speaking.

Jarveena and Shara were worried.

Shara spoke of a plan; "I'll give my self up to the paladin. That will keep him
from the inn and weaken Bane's forces."

"That's no plan," Garth whispered. "That's just throwing your life away. Can
you use a bow, or a sword?"

Shara grinned. "And I can throw a hand axe as well as a spear. Why do you ask?"

"In the storeroom, there's a secret chamber - Jarveena knows where it is - get
a bow, arrows, a sword, any weapons you can find." Garth winced then went on.
"There's at least two shirts of Elvish mail in there too. Get them as well.

"Elvish mail?" Jarveena asked.

Garth managed to reply. "It will help damp Bane's magic," before lapsing back
into unconsciousness.

"I found your cursed witch," Bane said waking Orlando from his slumber.

The paladin looked Bane up and down; "it looks like she found you as well."

"The slut cast a spell at me - it sent me tumbling into the street," Bane
paused. "But I slew one of the men there, and sore wounded the sellsword
himself."

Bane realized that he had said far too much.

Orlando regarded his companion, "Slew one? Wounded one? Tell me Bane, what
manner of priest are you?"

The mage thought quickly. "In order to recover Soulcatcher, I was relieved,
temporarily of course, of certain of my vows."

The explanation seemed to satisfy Orlando, but remember he's not too smart.

Shara and Jarveena returned with the weapons and armor Garth had sent them for.
He was still weak, but able to sit with his back to a wall.

"Put Soulcatcher across my legs," he ordered.

With his hand resting on the hilt, he continued, "Jarveena, select the best
arrows and divide them between you and Shara. Shara, over turn those three
tables and put the bows and arrows behind them."

Garth paused a moment and winced in pain again, then went on. "Tie Pike's sword
in his hand and bind him to that post - make sure the rope is beneath his
armor."

Slowly Garth let his eyes sweep the room. "Make sure the side door is barred."

"I can place a ward on it, Garth," Shara said, hurrying to put her magic in
place.

"Well, Jarveena, my love, this may be our last night together," Garth held out
his hand to her, she grasped it.

With tears welling up in her eyes Jarveena leaned close to his face. "If we
must die tonight, then we'll die together, and cause as much havoc as we can."

Their eyes met and exchanged volumes more than words could ever hope to
express.

Shara returned and spread more herbs on Garth's wound, then offered him a
drink.

"What is it?" Garth protested, sniffing the foul smelling brew.

"It's a special tea that my clan brewed when a quick burst of energy and
strength was needed. It will last for a few hours, and it will help ease the
pain."

As Garth sipped the hot liquid, Shara handed a cup to Jarveena; "You'll need
this too."

"Remember," Garth instructed, "target Bane, he'll probably come at me first, so
that should give you clear shots. Make them all count. Now, get behind those
tables." He felt strength returning to his body, new energy coursing through
his muscles. Shara's potion was working, he only hoped it would last long
enough. He got to his feet and drew Soulcatcher from its scabbard. Then he
waited.

"This is the inn Sir Orlando," Bane pointed to the broken planks of the front
door.

"Do you really think they're still in there?" Orlando questioned.

"The sellsword would be too weak to move, I left him sore wounded."

"Well then, let's do the will of Nonac," Orlando drew his sword and adjusted
his immaculate shield.

Bane, standing beside the paladin drew his scimitar, venom dripping from the
point, running down the edge.

"Not a priestly weapon, Bane. Is that poison on the blade?"

"No, it is sharpening oil, I use it when I hone the edge."

The two men burst through the door.

Bane was startled for an instant when he saw Pike's corpse upright against the
post. The mage lunged at it, unmindful of Garth standing in the shadows. When
he saw him, he tried to swing his sword around - it was too late.

Arrows flew from behind the tables as Garth thrust Soulcatcher into Bane's
chest.

The mage cried in agony as his life, and soul, were drained from him. An empty
husk fell to the floor.

With Bane's life force feeding him, Garth whirled and faced Orlando.

"Paladin, you are trespassing on my property," Soulcatcher moaned in hunger as
it's tip moved in circles before Orlando's face.

"I seek the last witch of Ravenstone. I have no argument with you sellsword, I
want only the witch."

"The one you seek, the one you would destroy, is my guest and friend. To harm
her, you will first have to slay me." Garth moved into a fighting stance.

"You are sore wounded, it would not be honorable to fight you." Orlando
protested.

Shara stood up and moved out from behind the table, Jarveena stood beside her,
the Hart Bow partially drawn and ready.

"I am the one you seek Orlando - and you are the one that slew my clan." Shara
said in a calm, level voice.

"You are a witch, in league with the powers of darkness. It is the will of
Nonac the All Just that you be destroyed."

"I am a witch, and a Druid. We are in league with nature, and nothing more.
Your kind has slaughtered my kind for generations, until there is only the two
of us left, for you, Orlando, are the last of the Paladins of Nonac." Shara's
voice was commanding, strong, and yet softly feminine.

Orlando's face lost its color.

Shara pressed her advantage. "You have been in league with a mage of the
darkness. Are you to be destroyed then?" Shara pointed to Bane's shriveled
corpse. "Do you see the runes tattooed on his chest? Know you not what they
mean?"

Orlando roared in anger and lifted his sword high above his head to strike
Shara's head from her shoulders.

Soulcatcher entered Orlando's chest and began feeding. It was a much slower
death than Bane's had been, Orlando died in the manner of those burned at the
stake - slowly, in complete agony.

Soulcatcher drank Orlando's life force and passed it on to Garth - the
paladin's soul was consumed by the sword.

The empty shell that was once Orlando, Paladin of Nonac, slipped from
Soulcatcher's blade and fell to the floor.

Despite the energy gotten from Shara's potion, and the life forces fed him by
his sword, Garth let Soulcatcher slip from his grip as he collapsed.

After carrying Garth upstairs, Jarveena and Shara saw to the disposition of the
bodies. Orlando stripped of weapons and armor was thrown on a carrion cart, the
same fate was visited on Bane's corpse as well. Potters field was good enough
for those two.

"Did Pike have any family?" Shara asked.

"No, and Garth was his only friend."

"We will represent both friends and family then."

"That won't be necessary," a male voice came from the doorway.

A tall man, thin and dark, stood in the door; he wore black leather armor and a
pair of swords hung at his hips - an assassin.

"I am Seth, called by some The Jackal," his voice was low. "I am the Chief of
the Brotherhood. We know that Garth was a friend to our brother, and we thank
you for your efforts to provide Pike with the honor in death that he could not
receive in life." He approached Pike's body and stood beside it. The Jackal
bowed his head and placed his hand on Pike's chest.

Both Jarveena and Shara stood in silence, respecting the moments of farewell.

"With your permission, the Brotherhood will take Pike's remains and see to it
that the proper rituals are observed." The man beckoned toward the doorway and
two more assassins entered.

Quickly they lifted Pike's body and carried him out.

"You and your man, Garth, are brave and were good friends to my brother. It is
the way of our kind that such friendship will never be forgotten. Should the
need arise, ever, for our help send this to the guildhall.

He placed an amulet in Jarveena's hand - a silver disk with eight arrows
crossed.

"We will know the call comes from a friend."

The Jackal bowed to both women, and was gone.

Dawn was breaking by the time the women went upstairs. Garth was sleeping, his
breathing regular, his heartbeat strong and steady.

"He will sleep for at least three days, perhaps four," Shara said, answering
Jarveena's unspoken question. "When he wakes, he will be weak for another day
or two. I have herbs that will quicken the return of his strength."

Jarveena put her arms around Shara. "What would have become of Garth had you
not been here?"

"What would have become of me, had you and Garth not been here?" Shara
responded, her eyes looking deep into Jarveena's.

The women were of the same mind, they quickly undressed each other and fell
into the bed, beside the sleeping fighter.

Jarveena looked over at him.

"We will not awaken him, he will sleep and recover." Shara reassured her.

Jarveena put her arms around the young witch and covered her mouth with hers.

Their kiss was passionate, long, wet, filled with desire. Their tongues danced
and played as their hands moved.

Jarveena caressed Shara's taught breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen as her
thumbs toyed with them.

Shara, in turn, ran her hand down along Jarveena's side to gently stroke her
silken thigh, then slip her hand to the softer flesh of her inner thigh.

Jarveena drew in her breath when Shara's fingers reached her wet pussy - her
fingers moving along Jarveena's slit.

Their arms and legs moved, tangled twisted as the women changed position - they
lay on their sides now - their faces inches from the others pussy, knees
lifted, thighs open.

Shara began kissing Jarveena's thigh, her tongue licking the satin flesh,
moving upward, drawn by the erotic scent of Jarveena's hungry cunt.

Jarveena could feel Shara's warm breath on her wet pussy lips; she moved her
face between Shara's warm thighs and began nuzzling the soft hair covering her
beckoning cunt.

Both women began kissing and licking the other, their cunts opening, welcoming
the lips and tongue of the other.

Shara ran her tongue over Jarveena's clitoris, trapping it between her lips and
sucking it. The tip of her tongue flicking back and forth across the sensitive
nib. Her hands moved to Jarveena's firm ass, pulling her closer to her mouth.

Jarveena, her body trembling with sensation, pulled Shara's steaming cunt to
her mouth and feasted on it. Her hands moving to the crease of Shara's ass, she
spread them and began rubbing the tip of her finger over the young witch's
puckered rosebud.

Shara tensed, momentarily, at this new feeling, then relaxed and allowed
Jarveena's finger to enter the tight ring of her sphincter. She probed
Jarveena's cunt, her tongue delving between the swollen lips, moving in and out
of Jarveena, savoring the taste of her wetness.

Jarveena sucked hungrily on Shara's clitoris, her finger probing into the
tightness of Shara's ass. She began moving her finger in and out, matching the
tempo of her finger with the motion of her tongue as she began tongue fucking
the witch's cunt.

Their orgasms began to build, their muscles flexing, nerves tingling, juices
beginning to flow.

Jarveena's body began to shudder, her thighs trembling as she came. Her juices
flowed freely over Shara's tongue; her own mouth growing hungrier as she
pressed into Shara's wet cunt.

Shara came shortly after Jarveena's climax began. Her cunt spasmed over
Jarveena's questing tongue, her ass cheeks clenching, gripping Jarveena's
finger tightly in her ass.

The women drank deeply of each other's juices, savoring and cherishing each
drop. Their mouths moved over the others wet cunt, covering their mouths with
the warm, sweet fluid of the others climax.

As their orgasms ebbed, then changed position again, now lying in each other's
arms. They embraced and their mouths found each other. Another kiss of deep
passion now sweetened by the taste and aroma of their juices.

When they broke their kiss, they lay back and let their breathing and heat
beats return to, more or less, normal.

The women embraced and fell off to sleep.

Through out the next three days the women bathed Garth, taking extra care to
make sure his limp cock was clean.

"I can hardly wait for him to awaken, and his strength to return," Jarveena
said, wistfully. "Not that making love with you hasn't been wonderful, Shara,
but I am Garth's woman."

Shara put her arms around Jarveena. "Perhaps we should bathe each other, I
think we might both need it."

They started by undressing each other; taking their time and enjoying each part
of the others body that they uncovered.

Shara unlaced Jarveena's bodice and slipped her shirt from her shoulders.
Jarveena's proud breasts were revealed to Shara's hands and lips. She cupped
the firm hemispheres and lifted them as she bent her head to take each nipple
into her mouth in turn.

Jarveena held Shara's head to her breast, reveling in the feeling that the
young witch's lips gave her.

Shara released Jarveena's breasts from her hands and pushed her shirt down her
arms to let it drop to the floor. Then she stood back and knelt before
Jarveena, her hands moving to the laces of Jarveena's breeches. She untied them
and pulled them down, over her flaring hips and down the strong columns of
Jarveena's legs.

Jarveena stepped from the pile of soft leather around her ankles and lifted
Shara to her feet. It was her turn now.

Shara's shirt fell to the floor, revealing her firm, young breasts.

Jarveena licked and suckled them, teasing the nipples into firm erection before
unlacing Shara's skirt and letting it join the shirt on the floor.

Naked, both women stepped to the wash stand; a ewer of warm water and two soft
cloths awaited them.

Jarveena picked up a cloth, wet it, and then began washing Shara's neck and
shoulders.

Warm water streamed down Shara's neck and onto her heaving breasts, the
sensation was one of pure pleasure.

Jarveena's hands moved the cloth downward, caressing Shara's breasts with the
wet softness of the cloth, making sure Shara's nipples stood firm and high,
before moving down to wash her hard, flat belly, then her round hips. She bid
Shara turn around, then washed her heart shaped ass cheeks, her silken thighs,
her firm calves and delicate feet. As she washed her, Jarveena's lips lightly
kissed each place the cloth passed over.

Shara stood there, trembling in excited anticipation as Jarveena washed and
licked her body, then stood up to face her.

"Now you can wash me," she said in a soft, husky voice.

Shara wasted no time in obliging Jarveena. Her hands manipulated the wet cloth
over Jarveena's neck, shoulders and breasts. Jarveena's nipples hardened
quickly as Shara swept the cloth slowly over them. Kneeling before her, Shara
washed Jarveena's belly, then the tops of her thighs before paying attention to
the soft, pale hair that nestled between her legs.

Jarveena's thighs trembled as she waited for Shara's next move. She didn't have
to wait too long.

The young witch leaned close and blew, softly on Jarveena's waiting pussy.

Jarveena let out a gasp at the feel of Shara's warm breath.

Shara pressed her lips to Jarveena's pussy and kissed it, her tongue flicking
out to lick at Jarveena's swelling clitoris.

Jarveena steadied herself by placing her hands on Shara's head as she lifted
one leg and draped over Shara's shoulder.

Shara pressed her mouth tightly to Jarveena's wet slit. Her tongue moving back
and forth over her hard clitoris, sending shivers of excitement through
Jarveena's quivering body. The witch held Jarveena's firm ass, pulling her
still closer to allow her tongue to penetrate Jarveena's hungry cunt.

Jarveena could take no more, her body began to tremble, and her knees became
weak as an orgasm washed through her body.

Shara eagerly licked up every drop of fluid that flowed from Jarveena's hot,
spasming cunt.

"I - I - can't - stand - up - any - more," Jarveena gasped, her knees like
water.

Shara stood and helped Jarveena to lay on the floor. Before Shara could resume
her oral ministration, however, Jarveena rolled her onto her back and opened
her legs.

Leaning over Shara, Jarveena lifted her warm breast and placed the erect nipple
against the wet lips of Shara's virgin cunt.

Shara gasped, then moaned as she felt the firm flesh stroking her clitoris,
opening her lips, sliding up and down her steaming slit. Her legs opened wider,
wrapping around Jarveena, clutching her tightly as her hips began to writhe
rubbing herself against Jarveena's erect nipple and the warm flesh of her
breast.

Jarveena slipped one hand beneath Shara's firm ass, moving her fingers into the
crease of her ass until her fingertips pressed Shara's rosebud.

Shara trembled in anticipation as she felt Jarveena's finger demanding entry.
She relaxed her sphincter and Jarveena pushed her finger into her, up to the
second knuckle. Shara moaned in ecstasy as she came. Her juices flowed freely
over Jarveena's nipple. She wanted to taste herself. "Jarveena, please let me
suck your nipple," she urged.

Jarveena rolled away and lay on her back as Shara took her glistening nipple
between her lips and suckled like a baby. As she sucked, her hands stroked
Jarveena's belly and down to the wet triangle of hair below. Her fingers moved
slowly over Jarveena's clitoris then probed deep inside.

Between Shara's mouth on her nipple, and her fingers in her cunt, Jarveena
could feel a monumental orgasm building, her muscles tightening and relaxing as
her hips undulated, thrusting against Shara's fingers. Jarveena arched her
back, pressing more of her breast into Shara's mouth. Then her orgasm consumed
her. Every muscle in Jarveena's body flexed, her cunt spasming, clutching
Shara's fingers in the grip of her swollen pussy lips. Fluid flowed over
Shara's fingers as Jarveena's thighs trembled and her clitoris throbbed.

When Shara felt Jarveena's orgasm ebbing, she took her fingers from her
dripping cunt and placed them to Jarveena's lips. When Jarveena began to lick
her own juices from Shara's fingers, Shara put her mouth to them as well.

The women shared the lingering kiss, as well as the nectar of Jarveena's cunt.

"Jarveena," Shara whispered, "I would ask a boon of you."

"Anything, Shara, all you need do is ask."

Shara made her request, and Jarveena immediately said yes.

"Thank you, Jarveena, but Garth can not know before hand."

Jarveena smiled, then laughed softly. "I can hardly wait to see his face," she
said, gathering Shara into her arms they walked together to the bed.

"Sleep now, Shara, sleep."

Wrapped in each other's arms, they fell off to sleep.

Garth awakened after dawn. "I need some ale," he croaked, "and some mutton."

Shara ran to the kitchen while Jarveena fell into Garth's arms and cried her
tears of joy.

The rest of the day was spent feeding Garth and letting Shara's herbal tea
strengthen him.

A month had passed since the encounter with Orlando and Bane, it was now the
first day of autumn.

Garth sat in the common room that evening, quietly drinking his ale and
watching the customers. Soulcatcher, safe in its dragon hide scabbard, rested
against the wall at his side.

"Garth," Jarveena whispered in his ear, "Shara has to leave for a while. Can
you take the bar, while I play wench?"

Garth curious, but he agreed, pinching Jarveena's breast as he walked by her.

Shara returned in less than an hour, she had a parcel under her arm and she
took it directly upstairs.

"What was in the bundle?" Garth asked when she came back downstairs.

Shara smiled her whole face lighting up, and the radiance of her smile
brightened the whole room. "It's a surprise, Garth, you'll find out soon
enough."

Shortly before closing, Jarveena slipped upstairs, a flagon of wine and two
goblets in her hands.

"Will someone please tell me what's going on here?" Garth demanded, knowing the
two smiling women would ignore him.

As the last customers were leaving, and Garth was about to extinguish the
lanterns, he noticed that neither Shara nor Jarveena was around. "Where have
those to gotten them off to now?" he muttered, finishing up the nightly closing
rituals and walking upstairs, tired to the bones.

He was hardly prepared for what he saw when he opened the bedroom door.

Candles were lit all around the room, the air carried the scent of jasmine and
Shara stood before him. Her black hair combed, shimmering and cascading over
her shoulders. She wore a gown of the palest blue, woven with silver thread.
About her neck was a silver collar, adorned with an acorn carved from a small
emerald. Her face shown with radiance Garth had seldom seen her smile bright as
the sun, her dark eyes dancing with impish delight. The scent of jasmine came
from her skin and hair; it caressed Garth's nostrils with a light, gentle
touch.

"What - what is?" Garth stammered.

"This is my surprise for you Garth. Now that I am no longer in danger, my vow
of virginity has been lifted. I want you to be the first man to have me,
completely and in all ways."

"But the gown, the wine?"

"The gown is the color of the bridal garments of my clan. I will be your bride
this night. The wine contains a potion, one that will add to your, strength and
make this night so much more memorable for both of us." She poured two goblets
of wine and offered one to Garth. "Drink with me, sweet Garth, to the love we
three share, and to this, my bridal night."

Garth felt strange warmth coursing through his body as he drank.

Shara reached up and unfastened a silver clasp at her shoulder - the pale blue
gown fell from her body into a gossamer pool at her feet.

Garth drew in his breath at the sight of such incredible beauty. Shara's body
shown with the same radiance as her face. Her eyes danced with joy, her
breathing was deep, causing her breasts to rise and fall in a gentle, steady
rhythm. She walked toward Garth, her arms opening to embrace him. Each step she
took made the firm hemispheres of her breasts quiver, her nipples describing
tiny circles with their dark tips. "Let me undress you, my sweet man," she
purred softly.

Garth was unable to speak; he just stood there, dumbly, watching this
enchantress come toward him.

Shara knelt before him and untied his boots, slipping them from his feet. She
lifted her hands and unlaced his leather breeches, then stood up and unlaced
his shirt.

Garth raised his arms as Shara pulled the shirt over his head, then tossed it
aside.

Placing her hands on the waist of his breeches, Shara knelt, tugging the
leather pants down Garth's hard, muscular legs.

He stepped from them, and looked down.

Shara knelt before him, her eyes looking up into his, her hands lightly
stroking his thighs as she move to caress his quickly swelling cock. She didn't
take her eyes off his as she slowly bent forward and began kissing his cock.
Light, gentle kisses, the tip of her tongue playing up and down along the
throbbing shaft, until her lips sealed around Garth's cock head and she sucked
it into her mouth.

"Oh gods!" was all Garth could manage as Shara's hot, wet mouth moved up and
down his cock.

Her hands caressed his balls as she drew him closer and closer to a long pent
up climax. She could feel his balls tighten as her fingers moved over them, she
knew he would not be able to hold back.

Garth's muscles trembled and flexed as he thrust his cock into Shara's, sucking
mouth.

Shara drew back her head, the shaft of Garth's cock glistening with saliva. Her
eyes told him that he should not resist, but surrender himself to the ecstasy
that she was about to bestow on him.

When she swallowed his cock head, Garth's balls spasmed. Hot semen erupted from
his cock to flow down Shara's throat in great, pearly streams.

As each load of semen poured into her mouth, she swallowed, hungrily devouring
Garth's seed until his orgasm subsided. Shara released Garth's, now semi hard,
cock, licking every remaining trace of his discharge from his shaft, cock head
and balls. Then she stood and took him by the hand. "Come, my lover, share the
bridal bed with me."

Shara had Garth lay down, on his back, and then she began rubbing a light,
scented oil on his hard, rough skin. "This will sooth you, my love," she
whispered, her hands moving like feathers over his body.

In spite of the intensity of the orgasm he just had, Garth's cock began to
swell again, growing harder and harder as Shara's fingers moved over him. "Is
this some kind of magic?" he asked.

Shara smiled at him. "It is the potion my lover." With that, Shara straddled
his face, placing her virgin cunt over Garth's mouth, and her own face inches
from his, newly rejuvenated, cock. As she settled her pussy on his lips, she
took his cock, once more, into her mouth.

Garth sucked and licked Shara's cunt eagerly, with a hunger he had not know was
in him. His hands embraced her firm ass cheeks as he pulled her steaming cunt
tighter to his hungry mouth.

Shara's juices began to flow, wetting her cunt lips and soft pubic hair as it
soaked Garth's lips and tongue. She resisted sucking him to another climax; she
wanted his next orgasm to be in her tight, cunt. She was ready; her cunt was
dripping with Garth's saliva and her own lubricating secretions. "It's time, my
sweet Garth," she said softly, moving to sit astride Garth's thighs, the length
of his rigid cock lying along her hot, wet slit. Shara took it in her soft
hands and, lifting her hips, placed the swollen head to her wet, parting cunt
lips. She settled herself slightly and felt his cock press her maidenhead. She
leaned forward, her hair falling over Garth's face, she pressed her hips
downward, there was an instant of pain as her hymen ruptured - then the bliss
of Garth's cock filling her cunt, and touching the mouth of her womb.

Garth groaned as he felt Shara's tight cunt grip his pulsing shaft, holding it
tightly in a velvet grip as she let herself become impaled on her lovers raging
cock.

As if by a spoken command, the two of them began to move their hips, falling
into a rhythm that lengthened each stroke as Garth's cock moved in and out of
Shara's tight, willing cunt.

Shara leaned back, letting her hair cascade down her back, arching her back to
thrust her proud breasts out.

Garth accepted the invitation and reached up to fondle and caress Shara's firm
breasts. His thumbs teased her nipples; his fingers kneaded her firm, warm
flesh.

Their bodies moved in a silent symphony, perfect in tempo as Shara met each of
Garth's upward strokes with a downward thrust of her hungry cunt.

Garth could feel Shara's inner muscles contracting as she drew him into her. He
thrust upward, arching his back and lifting his ass from the bed.

Shara moaned loudly as she felt his cock filling her, pressing hard against her
womb, every ridge and vein on his shaft stroking the soft, hot walls of her
cunt. She could feel an orgasm building, welling up deep inside her as she
threw her head back, then forward, bringing her taught breasts and hard nipples
down into Garth's face.

He suckled on her breasts as he thrust upward again with animal ferocity, his
hands holding Shara's hips as he pumped his raging cock into her, harder and
harder, until he could feel his balls filling, growing tight against him.

Shara's orgasm thundered through her supple body, she quaked and trembled, her
cunt spasming around Garth's impaling cock. Her juices flowed freely, washing
Garth's cock and flowing over his balls.

He could hold back no longer, as Shara came, Garth's orgasm erupted as well.
His semen poured from his pulsating cock like lava from a volcano, filling
Shara's eager cunt, mingling with her juices and running out like a thick, warm
elixir.

Shara reached beneath her, letting their nectar cover her fingers, then lifted
them to her lips and savored the taste of them. When she offered her fingers to
Garth, he licked and sucked them too.

When their orgasms had ebbed, Shara rolled off of Garth to kneel by his side.

"We are not finished yet, my love," she whispered, her breath soft and warm in
his ear. "Tonight you will have me in all ways, remember?" She bent her head to
his cock and licked their juices from shaft and head, then turned to fall on
her hands and knees, her ass and cunt in the air. "You must complete the bridal
night, my sweet Garth."

Amazingly, Garth's cock was still as hard as an iron bar. He rose to his knees
and shuffled into position behind Shara. He placed his hands on the cheeks of
her ass and thrust his cock into her open, wet cunt to lubricate the head and
shaft.

As his cock rested in Shara's tight cunt, Garth's fingers began probing her
tightly puckered rosebud.

Shara relaxed and Garth was able to slip first one, then two fingers into her
tight, hot ass. "I'm ready for you, my love," she purred, wriggling her ass in
invitation.

Garth pulled his cock from her wet cunt and placed the head against her ass.
Holding her hips steady, he pushed forward until he felt the ring of her
sphincter begin to stretch and relax. The head of his cock was inside her.
Slowly Garth penetrated her ass with the rest of his cock, until his balls
rested on her cunt.

"Take me Garth - take me now," Shara urged, thrusting her ass back onto Garth's
invading cock.

Garth pulled back and, with a mighty thrust drove his cock deep into Shara's
ass, his balls slapping against her cunt. He reached around Shara and thrust
his fingers into her sodden cunt; teasing her clitoris and thrusting his
fingers in and out of her as his cock moved in and out of her ass.

Shara groaned at the momentary pain, then began moaning in the most exquisite
ecstasy - Garth had made her fully and completely a woman.

It did not take Garth long to reach the edge, even having experienced two
intense orgasms, there was something about the heat and tightness of Shara's
ass that drew him quickly to the brink. Loud, animal sounds escaped Garth's
throat as his balls, again, filled, grew tight, and ached for release.

Shara screamed in the all-consuming rapture of a total and complete orgasm.

Garth, with a final, ferocious thrust and an animal like roar, felt his cock
pulsating as more semen flowed from him, this to fill Shara's young bowels.

As Shara's orgasm subsided, Garth knew he was spent. They collapsed on the bed,
head to foot, until their breathing returned to normal.

"Let me wash you my love." Shara whispered, slipping from the bed to the wash
stand.

The water felt good on Garth's heated flesh as Shara moved the wet cloth over
his cock and balls, washing away the residue of their last coupling, cooling
the flames in his loins.

Garth beckoned her to him and she lay down in his arms.

"You know that I love you, Garth, and that I love Jarveena in the same way,"
she said softly.

"I know, and Jarveena and I both love you - in the same way."

"Jarveena and I have made love on many occasions, while you have been sleeping,
and while you were recovering."

"I know, Shara, and I'm happy that you and Jarveena love each other, still
happier that you both love me." The big man grinned and gently stroked her
black hair; "I would not like to be left out of that love."

"You never will be," Shara murmured, moving her hand over Garth's hard belly to
stroke and caress his cock.

To Garth's surprise, it was still semi-hard.

"I want to make love with you again, Garth," Shara began stroking his cock up
and down, her lips moving to his.

Their kiss was searing with newly kindled desire; their tongues danced and
played as they each sought to devour the others mouth.

Garth's hands moved slowly over Shara's body; caressing her taught belly, her
firm breasts. His fingers slid down to find the soft triangle of hair at the
top of her silken thighs. He slipped two fingers down, parting her wet lips and
probing into her waiting cunt.

Shara sighed as she felt Garth's fingers enter her. She clutched them with her
inner muscles as he began to move them in and out.

Garth's lips moved down to Shara's breasts, sucking one then the other, licking
her nipples as his fingers drew her closer and closer to another orgasm.

Shara's cunt spasmed as she came, her juices washing over Garth's fingers as
her body responded like a violin to Garth's artful playing. She opened her legs
and urged Garth to move between them, lifting her knees in wanton invitation.

Garth knelt between her outstretched legs, gazing at the wet pussy before him.
He took his cock in hand and pressed the swollen head to Shara's clitoris,
moving it back and forth over the throbbing nib of flesh, before placing his
cock in her vestibule.

Shara wrapped her legs around Garth's waist. "Please Garth, take me," she
pleaded.

Garth entered her slowly; feeling her tight cunt gripping his cock as it
slipped into her hot, wet, eager hole.

Once again, their bodies joined in a silent symphony, moving together
thrusting, yielding, demanding, accepting. Their lips joined with blazing
passion and desire as their bodies moved together in perfect unison.

Shara felt Garth's cock moving into her, touching the tip of her womb as his
bulging shaft filled her completely. She responded to the rhythm of his cock as
it matched the pulsing of the huge veins that ran over the shaft.

Their heartbeats were in tempo, one with the other, as their passions and
desire blazed.

At Shara's urging, Garth began thrusting his cock faster, driving it into
Shara's eager cunt harder and harder, his balls slapping against the crease of
her ass as he pounded his cock into her.

Shara thrashed her head back and forth, low animal cries coming from her
throat, her heels beating on Garth's ass, as her fingernails raked his
shoulders and back.

Garth could feel the great storm building deep inside, his balls filling, his
cock shaft swelling s his pounding heart sent more and more blood flowing into
it.

Both of them teetered on the brink.

As the thunderstorm in Garth's belly broke within him, Shara, too, soared over
the edge. Their bodies shaking, moans and animal cries escaping from their
throats, they came, together.

Garth's seed erupted into Shara's waiting cunt, filling and flooding it as his
semen and her flowing juices mingled again, and dripped from Shara's tight
cunt.

Spent, Garth could feel is cock deflating, growing softer as it slipped from
Shara's steaming cunt. He rolled off and lay beside her, his hand resting on
her heaving belly.

Shara rolled onto her side and looked at Garth. She kissed his shoulder, where
her nails had scratched him.

Garth caressed her breasts, then licked the glistening drops of perspiration
from her soft skin.

They were exhausted, the potion Shara had given Garth (and herself) had worn
off, they both needed to sleep.

The two of them snuggled together in a loving embrace and their lips met. The
kiss was long, lingering, loving and filled with satiated desire. Shortly after
the kiss broke, they fell asleep; a deep and dreamless sleep, their bodies
never moving from their embrace.

Shortly after dawn Jarveena swept into the bedroom bearing a tray laden with
tea and cakes. "Breakfast you two, time to rise and shine." She set the tray on
the night table and joined the couple on the bed.

"Well, Shara, did it all work?" Jarveena asked, her eyes sparkling with
curiosity.

As he had been since he came upstairs, Garth was confused.

Shara beamed. "It worked."

"What? What worked? What are you two talking about?" Garth protested, again.

"Tell him Shara," Jarveena could not keep from smiling.

"Remember, I told you I was the last of my clan," she began. "My clan is a
matriarchy and the first born is always a girl child."

Garth drank some tea and nodded.

"With the danger passed, I needed to take a groom - not a husband - a groom for
my bridal night." She stopped and grinned. "Fear not brave Garth, we are not
wed."

Garth smiled and gently touched her face.

"The long and short of it is," Shara took a deep breath, "I wanted my first
born to be from you."

Garth was stupefied. Him? Nothing more than breeding stud?

"Me? Nothing more than a breeding stud?"

Jarveena laughed, Shara smiled and put her lips to his ear.

"You are so much more than that, Garth. I do love you, as I love Jarveena. You
are my first great loves. Not only will you always be in my heart, I will have
our daughter - mine and yours - to rebuild my clan." She took Garth's face
between her soft hands, "yes, my love, I am with child, your child. You have
done a wonderful thing - you have given Ravenstone a new beginning."

"But how do you know you carry our child?" Garth asked, still puzzled by it
all.

Shara took his hand. "My sweet love, I am a witch - remember - a witch, I know
things."

Garth didn't know what else to say.

Jarveena fought to hold back her tears - they flowed anyway.

"I must leave here - my place will be at Ravenstone. My daughter - our daughter
- must begin her schooling as soon as possible." Shara's smile had faded some
at the thought of leaving these people she loved.

The customers that evening were disappointed that Shara had left

The next night, just before closing, a couple stopped in front of an inn, he
was dark, a Stygian, and bore a livid scar along his brow, and she was an elfin
beauty.
"Preston's," the sign read.


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