****** Sellsword by Arogue ******
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Sellsword


He rode slowly toward the walled keep.

Where his skin showed, it was sun bronzed and criss-crossed by the white of
many scars. His eyes, below the gray brows, were hard and dark, like the eyes
of a predatory beast. The blazing sun glinted off the mail shirt he wore, and
from the polished metal of the sword strapped across his back.

His name is Garth, he is a sellsword, a mercenary. His weapon skills for sale
to any with the price, and his price was not small.

He had been commissioned by the Duke of this fief to search out, and slay a
band of outlaws. Peasants who thought themselves the equal of their Duke.

Garth reached the gate and was challenged by the Dukes men-at-arms. They had
been warned of his arrival, and raised the portcullis that he might enter.

When he was shown into the great hall, he was greeted by the Duke, his wife and
his daughter. The Duchess was a beauty to behold. Some years the junior of her
husband, her figure was only just approaching matronly. The daughter caused
Garth's breath to catch in his throat.

Her hair was like a ravens wing, her skin like polished alabaster, and her body
was such that any man would risk everything to posses it, even for a single
night. But Garth was here on business, perhaps when that was finished, he'd
sample the favors of the Duke's ladies.

"Come, Garth, take wine with us while we discuss what needs be done." The Duke
said, gesturing toward the long table, as his stewards served wine in silver
goblets and comely serving wenches placed meat, bread and cheese before them.

As the Duke droned on about the outlaws on his southern borders, Garth's eyes
were drawn to the Duchess, her name was Dylees, her beauty was of the classic
sort, that which was given to the statues of goddesses. But her eyes the deep
blue/green of the sea, shown with a wanton glint.

Garth caught her gaze and she allowed the tip of her tongue to caress her full
lips.

She looked away as the Duke unrolled another map on the table.

Garth gave the map a cursory look before shifting his eyes to the daughter.

She had been introduced as the Maid Tiffane.

Her black hair was piled atop her head, and bound with silver chains, her long,
graceful neck was encircled by a velvet ribbon that bore a sapphire pendant.
Garth allowed his eyes to roam shamelessly over her face and form.

She was perfection. Eyes that glowed with the luminescence of the sea, breasts
that rose like ripe melon halves, topped by small, hard cherries.

For her part, Tiffane returned his appraising look, with an appreciative one of
her own. She saw before her a man that was accustomed to having his own way,
with his world and with his women. The thought of being taken by this man, this
man of danger, excited her, unseen by the others, she slipped hr hand into her
lap and caressed the warm moist triangle between her trembling thighs.

"So, how many men will you require?" The Duke asked, his voice deep and
resonant.

"I'll work alone. I prefer that to a group, too noisy and difficult to
control." Garth responded, his eyes looking at the map. "I will require a pack
animal and supplies though, and I plan to begin on the 'morrow, at night fall."

Their business concluded for the night, the Duke bade his steward show Garth to
the guest quarters.

Within moments of Garth's closing his door, there was a soft tapping upon it.
From the looks he received from both women, Garth almost expected one, or the
other, to approach him. He was surprised when the open doorway revealed both
mother and daughter. Both wore their night clothes, silk shifts and robes, and
both bore the aroma of roses.

Without words they slipped into Garth's bedchamber and closed the door.

"Am I to be honored with the favors of both of you?" Garth asked as the Duchess
began unfastening the leather bindings of his mail shirt, the Maid Tiffane
busying herself with Garth's boots.

"A warrior such as yourself should be able to pleasure two amorous women,
should you not?" The Duchess replied, letting Garth's mail shirt fall open.

Garth bend forward to let the chain mail slip over his head to fall into a dark
metal pool on the floor.

"I ask you to teach my daughter how to please a man, but I beg you to spare her
her maidenhead, I would that she will marry well."

"And only a maiden would be suitable for a noble union eh?" Garth said,
straightening up, "I will keep that in mind, but I presume that your maidenhood
is not in question."

Dylees flushed at the open manner in which the sellsword addressed her.

"I would see my pupil." Garth stated, reaching for the belt of Tiffane's robe.

The garment fell away revealing the almost transparent shift she wore. Even
thus concealed Garth could tell she had the body of a woman. He slid her shift
from her shoulders and it slipped down her ivory body to fall softly to the
floor.

"She is indeed comely." Garth judged, touching her firm young breasts gently,
seeing the dark nipples grow erect. "And she responds like a woman."

"I have trained her in the way a woman may be pleasured." Dylees said as she
rid herself of her robe and shift, "and does this please you as well?" she
asked, standing proudly before him, naked to his appraising gaze.

"I am pleased with both of you." Garth admitted, watching Dylees cup and caress
her own breasts.

"Tiffane, prepare yourself my dear." Dylees instructed.

"Yes mother." The girl answered, moving to the bed.

"What do you know of men Tiffane?" Garth asked stripping off the remainder of
his clothes.

Tiffane's gaze locked onto Garth's swelling penis, "N - nothing - Sir." She
stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep pink.

"Then that is where we will start. This thing that has caught your attention,"
Garth grasped his, now erect organ, "is called a penis, or if you prefer, a
cock, or prick. These," he hefted is balls in his other hand, "are called
testes, they are also known as stones and balls."

Tiffane nodded, "That is your - cock - and those your - stones, correct?"

"Very good. Now you'll learn what they feel like." He took Tiffane's soft,
small hand and placed it on his stones. "These are quite sensitive, so you must
always be gentle and loving with them."

Tiffane stroked and caressed them with gentleness and care, noticing how
Garth's cock would twitch from time to time as she caressed his balls.

"You've noticed how my cock reacts to what you are doing." He grinned, "Here,
place your other hand around it."

Tiffane did as she was instructed. She felt the strong pulse and the large
veins that ran over the long shaft. "What is this part called?" She touched the
dark head hesitantly.

"It's called the head, or helmet."

Dylees looked on from a chair in the corner. The sight of this stranger being
caressed by her daughter was one of pure erotic delight. The Duchess began to
caress her self, cupping and squeezing her breasts, and rubbing her fingers up
and down her wet pussy.

One the bed, Garth encouraged Tiffane to taste the flesh of his, now rigid,
cock.

Timidly, the girl lowered her head until her lips barely touched the helmet.

"Lick the tip Tiffane." Garth said softly.

The girl's tongue moved over the taught skin of Garth's cock-head, sending
shivers of pleasure through his body.

The Duchess, her fingers moving quickly in and out of her pussy, couldn't help
but watch as her daughter opens her soft lips and takes Garth's cock into her
mouth.

"That's the way my dear, suck it into your mouth, move your tongue over the
shaft as you do." He instructed as Tiffane lowered her head onto his cock,
taking him deeper and deeper into her eager mouth.

Instinctively, she began to move her head up and down, her lips and tongue
stroking Garth's erect cock.

"Excellent," he managed to gasp as he resisted the urge to thrust his cock deep
into her mouth. "Now try to swallow it."

The girl looked up at him with questioning eyes.

Garth simply caressed her face and smiled, "It's all right, just try it."

As the girl's throat spasmed, then accepted his cock-head, Garth gasped in
pleasure. His hands went to Tiffane's hair, holding her head steady while he
thrust is cock in and out of her mouth. Garth avoided driving the helmet of his
cock into her throat, rather encouraging her to swallow it from time to time.

"Caress my stones - feel how full they are," he had reached the edge and was
holding back only with the strongest of will.

Dylees left her chair and joined them on the bed, her face close to Tiffane's.
"When you spend, let me taste of it as well." She pleaded, her tongue forcing
Tiffane's hand from Garth's quickly filling balls.

At this Garth could hold back no longer. His balls spasmed as hot cum surged up
his iron shaft and erupted from his cock-head.

At first, Tiffane drew back, the first spurt of Garth's semen surprising her.
The ropy strings of pearly fluid landing on her face.

"Don't let it be wasted girl." Her mother scolded, her own mouth replacing her
daughters on Garth's spurting cock.

Garth held both women by the hair - he lifted Dylees from his cock and forced
Tiffane's mouth back to it's original task. "She needs to learn, not you," he
told the Duchess.

Tiffane continued sucking Garth's cock as Dylees caressed and licked his
stones, until Garth's orgasm had ebbed and he withdrew his semi-erect cock from
Tiffane's soft mouth.

"You pleasured me well Tiffane. You show instincts for pleasing a man." Garth
caressed her face and breasts, "would you like to learn more?"

Dylees intervened at this, "Perhaps you and I could demonstrate Garth -
remember her maidenhead is to remain intact."

"As it shall Duchess - as it shall." The mercenary smiled, reaching for Dylees'
hair.

"I don't understand." She protested.

"You are going to show Tiffane how to help a man recover so that the pleasure
may continue." He pulled Dylees to him, his cock-head pressing to her lips.

The Duchess opened her mouth and Garth thrust his cock deep inside. As he
pumped his cock in and out of Dylees' hungry and willing mouth, his hand
strayed to Tiffane's thighs, feeling their silky flesh, he probed between them,
secretly stroking her young pussy lips, feeling them grow wet, swelling around
his intruding finger.

Tiffane's lips caressed his ear, "mother has taught me that already, but when
you do it - it is so much better." Her voice was soft and low as she confessed
this to him.

"Has she taught you this as well?" He asked, moving Tiffane so she straddled
his face.

The girl had no time to answer as Garth drew her wet pussy to his waiting
mouth, she could only gasp with pleasure as his tongue flicked over her
swelling clitoris.

In moments, Tiffane's body was quivering with excitement, waves of ecstatic
pleasure flowing through every nerve and muscle in her young body. "YES! Oh
YES!" she cried as her orgasm rapidly welled up inside her.

Dylees, for her part, moved her head up and down, drawing Garth's thick cock
into her tight throat, then letting it lip slowly through her sucking lips,
only to let it be pumped, once more, into her spasming throat.

Garth grabbed the Duchess by the hair and lifted her from his cock. At the same
time he moved Tiffane from her perch on his mouth - she was reluctant to move -
and bade her get on her hands and knees.

"Her maidenhead Garth!" Dylees cried in alarm as the powerful man knelt behind
Tiffane's upturned young ass.

"It's safe Duchess, 'tis not that I hunger for." His large callused hands
spread the cheeks of Tiffane's ass. Garth began stroking the tight puckered
rosebud of her ass with his thumb.

Tiffane began to respond to Garth's probing - her ass pressing back.

"Lick my cock Dylees, it needs be wet and slick." He instructed, his fingers
now massaging Tiffane's ass, probing into the tight ring of her sphincter,
causing it to relax some, and permit his finger entry.

The Duchess willingly complied with Garth's demand, and eagerly sucked and
licked Garth's cock until it glistened with her saliva. She then took it in her
hand and placed the swollen head against her daughters waiting - virgin - ass.

Slowly Garth pressed his mighty penis against Tiffane's tight hole, and slowly
it relaxed enough to admit some small penetration.

"IT HURTS!" Tiffane cried, even as she was grinding her ass back against
Garth's invading cock."

"Should I stop?" he asked, never pausing in his relentless plowing of this
virgin soil.

"No - please - don't stop." She begged as Garth's cock slipped a little further
into her ass.

Dylees lay on her back beneath their union, alternately licking Garth's stones
and her daughters dripping pussy - her own fingers buried in her noble cunt all
the while.

Garth's cock was now completely buried in Tiffane's tender ass. He began long
slow thrusts, sliding in and out, feeling the hot, tight clutch of the girls
sphincter as it slid over his heavy cock.

Guttural groans of pain mingled with moans of pleasure as the girl eagerly
participated in her own buggering, pushing her hips back to accept Garth's
invading prick. As the power of Garth's thrusts increased, his stones slammed
against the girls swollen clitoris, adding to the intensity of the pleasure she
was receiving from this amazing coupling.

Dylees was also busy - her tongue flicking over Garth's shaft, his ball-sack
and Tiffane's succulent pussy and hard clitoris. Her fingers moving rapidly in
and out of her own steaming cunt pushing her closer and closer to a shattering
orgasm.

Garth felt his balls tighten as they filled, ready to explode into Tiffane's
waiting bowels. His hands gripped her ass-cheeks tightly as he pounded his cock
into her ass harder and harder. His cock began to pulsate as it erupted - hot
cum flowing into Tiffane's eager ass, filling her, running from her tight ass
to flow down her thighs, now quivering as her own orgasm caused her entire body
to quake.

Dylees was the last to cum, her fingers twisting and tormenting her clitoris as
her own juices ran from her to drench the bedclothes beneath her.

His erection slowly deflating, Garth let his cock slip from Tiffane's ass as
she slumped forward, exhausted, on the bed. He knelt back on his heels and used
Dylees' night gown to wipe off his semi-hard cock. "If you can make this hard
again, you may have it." He said, offering her this prize.

The Duchess fell upon his cock like a starving child might fall upon a morsel
of bread. Her lips encompassed the dark head and her tongue moved over the
swollen veins that ran over the shaft. Her hungry mouth sucked Garth deep
inside, letting the head lodge in her throat. Before too very long, the object
of desire began to twitch and grow in her mouth, swelling along the shaft, the
head returning to the size of a plum as she sucked and licked Garth's
rejuvenating cock.

"Are you making note of what your mother is doing Tiffane?" Garth asked, his
hands holding Dylees' head so he could fuck her willing mouth.

The girl nodded that she was - unable to tear her eyes away - as she would need
to know how to please her husband in this way as well. "May I lick your
stones?" She asked timidly.

Garth nodded and soon he felt Tiffane's tongue licking over his scrotum, adding
to the hardness of his returning erection.

Garth removed Dylees' mouth from his cock and pushed her onto her back on the
bed. "Now watch as I have your mother Tiffane." Garth instructed, "then you may
continue to lick and suck my stones."

"Put my cock against your vestibule Dylees." He commanded, and the Duchess
guided his massive cock to her pussy lips.

"You will have to do this as well Tiffane," he reminded her, "your husband will
like that. Try it." He moved his cock away from Dylees' cunt - she groaned.

Tiffane's touch was no longer the timid touch of a virgin, she took Garth's
cock in her soft hand and placed the head against her mothers cunt, but first
she kissed the dark swollen head.

Garth smiled as he thrust into Tiffane's mother, burying his cock completely in
a single, savage stroke.

Dylees cried out in pleasure as she felt herself being filled, his massive
stones slapping against the cheeks of her ass.

As Garth pounded his cock into her mothers hungry cunt, Tiffane busied herself
with licking and sucking Garth's swinging balls. She was also frantically
rubbing and teasing her own clitoris, her fingers moving nimbly over the hard
nib. It took her only moments to bring herself to one more orgasm, moaning and
gasping with ecstasy, she lay back to watch this handsome warrior reduce her
mother to a mass of heaving, quivering, pleasure saturated flesh.

Dylees gasped and moaned, her teeth biting into Garth's shoulder, her heels
drumming on his ass, her long fingernails raking bloody grooves in his broad
back. "HARDER!" she cried, "HARDER!"

Smiling, Garth stepped up the tempo of his movements, thrusting his huge cock
into her hungry cunt with a savage - animal ferocity until her felt her cunt
tighten around his cock, her cunt lips swelling, the Duchess approached orgasm.

Her hips thrusting up to accept Garth's mighty cock, her thighs trembling,
Dylees was engulfed by the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. She
felt every muscle, every nerve in her body was alive and tingling with ecstasy.
Her cunt spasmed, clutching Garth's prick in it's wet, velvet grip, urging him
toward his own climax.

Finally, he could hold back no longer, as Dylees trembled in the grip of her
orgasm, Garth's cock erupted once more, filling the Duchess with his semen
until it ran out of her sopping cunt, and down the crack of her ass.

Tiffane hungrily lapped up the mingled juices of Garth and her mother, licking
at it like a pet mongrel.

After some moments, the three lay sated, sweat glistening on their bodies,
breathing ragged as they sought to regain their composure.

"You learned much this night Tiffane. Your husband will be a lucky man." Garth
commented, absently stroking the girls thigh. "And you Dylees, your Duke is
indeed fortunate to have you as his wife."

If Dylees detected the irony in his voice, she failed to make note of it.
"Come, Tiffane, we must return to our rooms so Garth might rest." Dylees rose
and dressed, urging Tiffane to do so as well.

The women left as they had entered, silently.

Garth extinguished the candle and lay back, pulling the cover over himself to
sleep.

In the dark, quiet hours before dawn, Garth was awakened by the sound of his
bedroom door opening, then closing quietly. He feigned sleep, but he was ready
to act, his weapon hand resting on the pommel of his dagger.

A familiar scent reached his nostrils. Perfume - Dylees' or Tiffane's?

A hand lifted the covers from his waist and a wet, warm mouth covered his
resting cock.

TIFFANE!

Garth stroked her hair tenderly.

"Make me a complete woman Garth. My mother will never know, I beg you, make me
a woman." She pleaded, her small hand replacing her mouth as she sought to
arouse Garth's cock.

Her efforts, of course, were successful. In moments Garth's cock stood straight
and hard, a tribute to his recuperative powers as well as to Tiffane's skill at
'pleasing a man.'

"Are you certain of this Tiffane, for there will be no turning back, once it's
gone, it will never grow back.." Garth cautioned her.

"I've never been more certain of anything in my life. I want to be a woman
Garth, I want to know the thrill of a man inside me, filling he with his cock,
taking me to the top of the mountain and letting me soar."

Garth smiled at her eagerness. "Then so it shall be," he said, pulling her onto
the bed beside him. He began sucking her youthful breasts, then let his mouth
move down over her taught belly until he was grazing in her soft, moist pubic
hair. His tongue flicked out and caressed her already, swollen clitoris, then
licked the full length of her hot, wet slit.

"Take me Garth - take me now." She urged, her body writhing under his hands and
mouth.

The warrior moved to position himself between her outstretched legs, "Put my
cock into your vestibule," he instructed, as he had instructed her mother
earlier.

Tiffane's soft hand grasped Garth's hard cock and placed the head between her
wet pussy-lips. "Please be gentle with me." She whispered, lifting her knees
and spreading her legs wider to allow him easy access.

Garth slid his massive cock into her tight opening until he felt her
maidenhead. "There will be some pain," he warned, "but it will quickly pass."

The girl wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his mouth down to hers, "I'm
ready."

Garth thrust his hips forward, feeling the thin membrane of tissue slowly
parting before the irresistible force of his invading cock.

Their mouths pressed together, Tiffane's brief cry of pain was lost in their
passionate kiss as Garth buried his erection in Tiffane's tight, virginal cunt.

Her muscles contracted, clutching Garth's prick as it drove deep inside her,
bumping the opening of her womb. The momentary pain was replaced by a feeling
of complete pleasure, the knowledge that she was now a woman, and that this
handsome warrior was her teacher and, for the night at least, her lover.

Garth began moving his hips, thrusting his cock into her slowly at first, then,
at her urging, with faster, longer and harder strokes until they were fucking
with the same animal intensity that had been present when Garth and the Duchess
had coupled earlier.

The force of Garth's cock pounding in and out of the girls cunt drove her
quickly to the brink. This would be the first time she achieved orgasm with a
cock inside her. Tiffane's body began to quiver, her muscles tensing. She drew
her nails across Garth's already marked, back, her heels drumming on his hard
ass as he thrust his cock into her harder and faster.

Tiffane cried out, announcing her orgasm as her pussy lips; swollen and wet,
quivered; her cunt muscles clutching Garth's driving cock.

The warrior did not let up. Urged on by Tiffane's orgasm, Garth increased the
power and speed of his cock as he rammed it home into the tight, wet pussy
beneath him. As Tiffane's orgasm peaked, Garth felt his balls filling in their
sac, he too was close to the brink.

Their writhing bodies glistening with sweat, Garth and Tiffane thrust their
hips together, Garth's hard cock filling Tiffane as she met his powerful thrust
eagerly.

The girl reached her second orgasm as Garth reached the brink, he could hold
back no longer. With a powerful stroke, Garth buried his cock in Tiffane's
tight cunt, his swollen balls slapping the tight cheeks of her ass. His balls
spasmed as hot semen erupted from his pulsating prick, filling Tiffane until
her hungry pussy overflowed, their mingled juices running down the crack of her
ass.

Tiffane wrapped her supple legs around Garth's waist, pulling him closer,
driving his cock still deeper into her sopping young cunt. She felt each pulse
of his mighty erection as it sent load after load of cum pouring into her. She
clenched the muscles of her pussy, milking the last drops from Garth's quickly
emptying stones, until he was spent.

As Garth's cock began to deflate, Tiffane's eyes began to focus once more, her
arms snaked around the warriors neck, pulling his face to hers. Their kiss was
one of sated passion, and fulfilled desire.

When the kiss ended, Tiffane began licking the sweat from Garth's hard body,
then her lips moved down to lick the residue of their lovemaking from his still
semi-hard cock.

"I like the way we taste." She said softly, licking the last drops of fluid
from Garth's balls. She clung to his hips, her cheek resting on his flat belly,
her eyes staring up into his.

"You'd best get back to your room before your mother finds you missing, or
worse yet, in bed with me." He warned, caressing her soft hair.

Tiffane smiled knowingly, "Mother sleeps very soundly after she has been
satisfied so fully." She said, a soft laugh in her voice.

"You know this from experience do you?"

"I have watched mother with most of her lovers, male and female. Once she's
been pleasured so well, she sleeps very well, and very soundly."

"Have you and your mother been lovers as well?" He knew the answer before he
asked the question.

"Oh yes, many times. That's how I learned how to be pleasured with the mouth.
Tonight was the first time I've been with a man though, in any way."

Garth smiled, "You learned very well Tiffane, very well indeed. But you should
get back to your room anyway, if not your mother, then the Duke might find us.
Besides I do need some sleep."

"Do you not want me again?" The girl said, a seductive pout on her lips, her
hand softly stroking Garth's cock.

"Yes, very much, but it will have to wait."

"But you leave tonight, we would not have time." Her hand closed around Garth's
shaft.

"I'll be returning to collect my pay from the Duke. There will be time then."

"Then I shall be waiting, " she released his cock and leaned back, "as will
this." She spread her pussy lips to show Garth the prize. "Would you object
were I to be part of your pay?"

Garth smiled and shook his head, "not at all, you would be a treasure." He
lifted her from the bed and stood her on her feet, "But if the Duke finds us,
well, it would get complicated and messy."

The girl dressed quickly and then kissed Garth once more, her fingers playing
with his stones as her tongue sought his.

Garth patted Tiffane's firm ass as she slipped out the door and silently
returned to her rooms.

The rest of the night, what was left of it, passed without event. When Garth
joined the Duke for breakfast, Dylees and Tiffane acted as though nothing had
happened the night before.

"The daughter is indeed an apt pupil." Garth thought, politely nodding to the
two women.

"Ah Garth." The Duke said in greeting, "I trust you had a good nights sleep."

"My thanks, Sire, it was one of the better nights I have spent."

After the morning meal, Garth spent the rest of the day in preparation for his
departure; checking weapons, making sure his equipment was in order and the
supplies he needed were packed to his satisfaction.

At the evening meal, Garth ate little, and drank nothing save tea. "I shall be
travelling tonight, I don't need the weariness of drink or a heavy meal to slow
me." He excused himself, "I need to make my final preparations Sire," he rose,
"Ladies."

Tiffane found him in the stable. "Take this with you." She thrust a small lock
of hair into his hand. It was damp to the touch, and the scent of woman drifted
from it.

"I have had it within me all afternoon. Sniff of it, and think of me waiting
for you." She raised up on her toes and kissed him, her tongue flicking over
his lips. She turned and ran from the stable.

As the sun was setting over the western wall, Garth rode through the gate of
the keep. Many thoughts wandered through his mind; "Would he collect Tiffane as
his pay? What would the rebels be like as foe-men? What were their numbers?"

Garth settled into his saddle, "We shall soon find out," he told himself, "we
shall soon find out."

It was near midnight when Garth sensed he was being followed, "Three I would
judge," he thought, "all well back. One on either flank and the third behind
me."

He knew his mail shirt and the shield slung over his back were proof from
anything short of a crossbow bolt, so he rode on with heightened awareness.

The woods thickened as he rode, he could sense that his companions were drawing
closer, he slowed the pace of his horse some to make it easier for them to keep
up.

After an hour of this, they finally made their move.

"Stand stranger!" Came the command from within a stand of trees ahead and to
his right. Garth reined in his horse and sat waiting.

Three leather clad shadows emerged, they had their swords drawn, but from the
manner in which they held them, didn't appear to be expert in their use. They
arrayed themselves in a semi circle around him.

"Will you take on me now, or await the three behind me?" Garth asked, his hands
resting on the pommel of his saddle.

The central figure of the three responded, "I like six to one myself, but our
leader wants you alive."

Sounds behind him announced the arrival of the other three.

"I hope you're not too tired from your walk." Garth said as they approached and
completed the circle around him.

"Dismount, sellsword, it's you who may tire from the walk." The apparent leader
instructed.

Slowly, Garth swung himself from the saddle, his eyes sweeping the six figures,
taking in their stance and location. He knew he would need to kill five of the
six, and disable the sixth. None of them were in range for any of them to
deliver a killing thrust, and, from their stance, they didn't seem skilled
enough to use the point.

Garth's right hand drifted toward the hilt of his sword and as his feet touched
the ground, he drew and turned. "Now then," he announced, "it's time to go to
work." Moving to the right, he slid his shield from his shoulder and assumed a
fighting stance. "I believe you said you liked six to one." He taunted.

The six men stood transfixed, they had never seen such speed, this delay would
cost them dearly.

Garth spun and lunged, his sword swinging in a deadly arc from left to right.
Two foe-men felt the bite of Garth's sword as it slashed their chests open. He
moved forward again, turning as he did to bring the remaining four into his
view. "Now my friends, I like these odds just a little better."

The men charged him all at once, swords raised, murder in their eyes.

It was a short fight.

Garth cut two more down as they came at him, then spun away until only their
leader and one other remained. The leader stood his ground while his companion
adjusted his sword grip and ran at Garth, swinging wildly.

"Any butcher can kill with the edge," Garth grinned, evading the clumsy attack,
then parrying the next. "It takes artistry to kill with the point." With this,
he thrust the heavy blade into the mans belly, twisting it as he pulled it out.

"Now you, my courageous friend. What am I to do with you?" Garth struck the
mans sword from his hand with the flat of his blade. "I think you will
accompany me to your camp, but it will be you who walks."

Garth bound the mans wrists behind him, then looped a leather strap around his
neck and tied him to his saddle with a long cord.

"There now, that should keep you from running off." Garth remounted and
adjusted himself in the saddle.

"Will you not bury them?" The prisoner asked, looking at the carnage Garth had
wrought.

"Carrion birds need to eat, just as worms do." Garth said, urging the captive
to move out.

"Perhaps, sellsword, it will be you upon whom the carrion birds will feed."

"I expect so, but not for a time yet." Garth shook his head, then asked, "how
are you called?"

"Peasants have no names in this fief. I am only called the cooper."

"So, you make the barrels here eh?"

Cooper nodded as he walked along, beside Garth. "I believe you are expected at
our camp, sellsword."

"Unlike you, I have a name." Garth said, taunting the man once again.

"I know, Garth, but among us, you are merely the sellsword."

Garth was taken aback by this exchange. Someone within the keep was delivering
information to the rebels. This could make his task that much more difficult.

By dawn they arrived at the rebel camp. Garth recognized the face of the
steward as he stood outside the large tent. "So, it's you who leads these
peasants to their destruction is it?" Garth challenges.

The steward simply grins, "Not I, sellsword, here is our leader." He sweeps his
hand toward the tent flap.

"The SERVING WENCH! By the gods!" Garth laughed.

"Here I am called The Torch, for within my breast burns the fire to be free."
She said, head held high. "And it will be your destruction that I oversee,
sellsword."

Garth quickly surveyed the camp, he counted twelve, armed, men. The Torch
carried a sword and dagger, thirteen opponents then.

"We have a friend of yours amongst us as well." The women said, a sneer on her
face. She motioned to the steward.

Tiffane was pushed from the tent to sprawl in the dust. Her shift had been torn
off and her young body bore many bruises and scratches, but she seemed
otherwise unharmed.

Garth was startled but held back any expression.

"We know where she spent the night while you were there. By this time the Duke
should have found the note we left him."

"I trust you revealed nothing about our time together." Garth said flatly.

"To expose her as soiled goods would lessen her value as a hostage," the woman
replied, "we instructed him to call off his hell hound, namely you."

Garth's mind was calculating now, "they knew he had left already, so there was
no way the Duke could have stopped him. What will the Dukes response be? An
attack in force was not likely. Sending an envoy? That was a possibility.
Coming himself? Unwise, but the understandable action of a distraught father.
In any event," Garth knew, "the rebels intended to kill them both, then kill
the Duke, if and when, he arrived."

"Disarm him," the Torch ordered, "then bind his wrists and put him in the tent,
with the slut."

Garth allowed his sword and daggers to be taken from him. As they bound his
wrists, he flexed them mightily, expanding the muscles and making the binding
looser when he relaxed.

Garth and Tiffane were pushed roughly into the tent.

When Garth's eyes had adjusted to the dim light, he looked about him, no
weapons were to be seen. His eyes fell on Tiffane, even with the marks on her
skin, her body was beautiful and desirable. His eyes told her so.

"They took me as I left the stable. I was tied over a saddle and they galloped
all they way here. The trees tore at me, the saddle bruised me. Oh Garth, I'm
so afraid." She buried her face in his chest.

"Take heart and do not give up. I need you to help me get out of these
bindings." His voice was soft and reassuring, "use your teeth and try to loosen
the knot."

Tiffane bent and began pulling the bindings with her teeth. Slowly, ever so
slowly, one strand finally came loose.

"Good, now I should be able to..." Garth twisted and moved his hands, "there.
That has it." He swung his arms around and began massaging his wrists before
freeing Tiffane.

"But we have no weapons Garth, we're at their mercy."

Garth gripped the ends of the cord they had tied him with and snapped it
taught, "This will do until I can get a sword or dagger in my hand." He put his
hands back behind him and told Tiffane to do the same. "Start coughing, cough
hard, like you're choking." He instructed.

Tiffane sounded like she was at death's door.

"Steward, STEWARD!" Garth called, "She's choking! Hurry!"

Tiffane's performance was convincing. In a moment the tent flap was opened and
the steward stooped over and entered.

As he bent to look at Tiffane, Garth looped the cord around the stewards throat
and puled with all of his strength.

There was no more than a gurgle as the steward, his windpipe crushed, died
quickly.

"Keep coughing." Garth hissed, searching the body until he found a dagger.

From outside he heard the voice of the woman, "Damn your eyes! Can't you solve
anything?" She flipped open the tent and bent inside.

Garth had her neck in the crook of his arm and the point of the dagger at her
throat before she knew what happened.

"Tie her hands and feet Tiffane, make the knots tight." He instructed,
relieving The Torch of her sword. "Then put my cloak around you, we'll be
leaving shortly."

"My men will cut you down, sellsword."

"If they try, yours will be the first death, I assure you." He scratched her
throat slightly to emphasize his promise.

"We're coming out," Garth called. "you're leader is my prisoner, any attempt to
free her, or to attack us, and I will cut her throat." He waited for his words
to sink in, then added, "lay down your arms and step away from the tent."

He pressed the dagger point against the woman's throat, "Tell them," he hissed.

"Do as he says!" She ordered.

He heard the sounds of swords being dropped and feet shuffling back. It was
time.

He instructed Tiffane, "slip her sword into my scabbard then stay behind me."

With the woman called The Torch secure in his grip, they exited the tent.

"My horse and two more, bring them here, now." Garth roared, his voice powerful
and commanding.

Seeing their leader in his grasp, the peasant/rebels scurried to do as Garth
had ordered.

When the horses had been brought up Garth ordered Tiffane to mount up and ride
out of the camp as quickly as she could.

"KILL THEM!" The rebel leader screamed, "KILL THEM YOU IDIOTS!"

Garth tossed the woman over the saddle of one of the horses and drew a war axe
from his own horse's tack. "I assure you that there will be more of you dead
than there will of me." His grin was demonic as his finger tested the keen edge
of the fearsome weapon.

The rebels fell further back, giving Garth room to tie the Torch's hands and
feet beneath the horse's belly.

The ride from the camp was quick and rough, Garth caught up with Tiffane in a
short time and they fell into a slow walk.

"I couldn't leave there without you Garth." The girl said, reaching for his
hand.

"You father will not like hearing what this one might say." He cautioned,
softly taking her small hand in his.

"You have fulfilled your commission, the rebels are no more, and you have
captured their leader." Tiffane suggested, "That may soften the news."

Garth said nothing, but swung his horse off the trail, Tiffane followed.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"We're taking the long way around. We should reach your fathers keep by
tomorrow, late afternoon."

At dusk, the trio stopped deep in the forest.

"How is this one called Tiffane?" Garth asked, nodding at their prisoner.

"We have always called her Jarveena, why do you ask?"

"I dislike bargaining with someone that has no name." He grinned, dismounting
and helping Tiffane from her horse. Garth then untied and pulled Jarveena down
sitting her on the damp ground.

"What bargain do you hope to strike sellsword?" Jarveena sneered, "Your
employer will have my head hung on a pike before two days are out."

"Perhaps not. What is your life worth to you?" Garth asked, sitting beside her.

"A life spent in servitude is no life at all." She answered.

"Then I suppose I should kill you now, can't have you telling stories now, can
we." He drew his sword.

"WAIT!" The woman cried, "what is your bargain?"

Garth outlined his plan. The steward was to be the rebel leader, he abducted
Tiffane and Jarveena. There would be no further hunting of rebels and life
could return to normal in the fief.

"I'll let you consider it. As for now, Tiffane and I have something to do." He
rose and walked to where the girl sat waiting. He offered her his hand and she
rose to her feet, melting into his embrace.

Jarveena could only watch as Garth's hands moved lovingly over the girls body.
Gently touching the scratches, his fingers passing lightly over the many
bruises.

"Garth, my love, what about my maidenhead?" Tiffane whispered, "It's no longer
intact."

"You were raped by the rebel leader, or the rough ride to the camp tore it. A
man will believe what he wants to believe. But since there is no longer that
obstacle..." Garth laid Tiffane down on his cloak and began kissing her, from
her lips, down to her breasts, sucking her nipples erect before sliding down
her heaving belly to the soft moist hair that lay between her trembling thighs.

Tiffane's legs stroked Garth's face as his lips began sucking on her clitoris,
his tongue moving over the swelling tip.

Jarveena looked on as Garth began licking and sucking Tiffane's young pussy.
She looked on as the girl responded, her hips thrusting up to meet Garth's
questing tongue.

And Jarveena couldn't even relieve her own growing arousal.

Tiffane began tossing her head from side to side as one orgasm after another
washed over her, "Take me," she urged, "Take me now."

Jarveena's eyes grew wide when she saw Garth's erection, never had she seen
such an organ on a man. Was he going to fuck Tiffane with that monster? She
could not take her eyes off that huge cock.

Tiffane gasped as the power of Garth's entry forced the air from her lungs. Her
legs wrapped around his hips as he began thrusting his cock into her harder and
harder.

From her vantage point a few yards away, Jarveena looked on, her breasts
heaving, her pussy soaking wet, her body squirming in its bindings. "Please,"
she cried out, "please, don't leave me like this."

The couple looked over at the tormented Jarveena.

"Would you like to include her?" Tiffane asked, never stopping the thrusting of
her hips up and down Garth's cock.

"Later," he said, continuing his furious pounding of Tiffane's hungry pussy.

The girl cried out as another orgasm flowed through her.

Garth thrust his cock into her harder and harder, until his balls, filled and
his own orgasm erupted, filling Tiffane's young cunt until his semen ran down
her ass crack to puddle on his cloak. When he was spent, Garth withdrew his
cock from Tiffane and sat back on his heels. "Would you like to join us?" he
taunted.

"YES! Please, I can stand no more," Jarveena pleaded.

Garth dragged her to where Tiffane lay, sated, her legs open wide, her pussy
dripping with Garth's cum. "First you'll have to suck her pussy. Lick up all of
my juices and make sure Tiffane enjoys it," he ordered, pressing Jarveena's
face between Tiffane's legs.

For her part, Tiffane reached out to grasp Garth's softening cock, bringing it
to her warm, wet mouth. She sucked it with a wanton joy, letting her lips and
tongue caress his hard shaft, and dark helmet. When she was satisfied that
Garth was hard enough, she let his cock slip from her mouth, "fuck her now my
warrior, fuck her like an animal."

Garth moved into position behind the kneeling Jarveena. He placed his hands on
her hips and thrust his raging cock into her with no preamble. One single
powerful stroke drove his enormous cock deep inside her aching cunt. The force
pressed her face tightly against Tiffane's cunt as Garth reached up and took
hold of Jarveena's hair. As he fucked her, he drew her head back and then
pushed it back into Tiffane's steaming cunt, "you're still not finished," he
said, slamming his cock into her harder and harder.

Tiffane once again reached a shattering orgasm, her legs scissoring against
Jarveena's face as Garth continued his ferocious thrusting into Jarveena.

Garth pulled the girls head up by the hair and rammed his cock deep inside her.
He could feel her muscles tensing as she approached her own climax, her
breathing ragged, her cunt-lips swollen, tightening their grip around his
rampaging prick.

Tiffane moved beneath them and began licking Garth's balls as they swung back
and forth. "Let me drink your cum my warrior god," she begged, her lips gently
sucking his full stones into her warm mouth.

Jarveena's body spasmed, as her body was gripped by the most intense orgasm she
had ever felt. Her ass cheeks quivered, her thighs trembled, her pussy spasmed
as she came and came, moaning and crying out her ecstasy. She thrust her hips
upward, taking Garth's full length deep into her clutching cunt, her muscles
clenching around the pulsating shaft, urging him to fuck her harder.

As Garth rammed his iron hard prick into the wench, he could feel his balls
filling, with Tiffane licking and sucking them, he knew he could hold out no
longer. With an animal roar, Garth thrust himself into Jarveena's hungry pussy
as his balls convulsed and his hot semen erupted into the woman's waiting cunt.

"Please Garth!" Tiffane begged, wanting to taste Garth's seed.

He pulled his cock from Jarveena's pussy and let Tiffane suck it, allowing her
to drink his cum as it surged from his throbbing cock.

Jarveena scrambled about and knelt beside Tiffane, "me, me," she pleaded,
thirsting for Garth's elixir.

Garth lifted Tiffane's head from his cock and let Jarveena savor his hot cum as
well.

The night was filled with wet sucking sounds and moans of sexual satisfaction.
After a time, three sated people lay in a tangle of arms and legs, waiting for
their breathing to return to normal.

Jarveena was the first to break the silence, "I accept your terms Garth," she
said quietly, her hand stroking his muscular calf.

"Will you ask my father for me as payment Garth?" Tiffane asked, recalling what
they had spoken of before.

"You've seen how I live Tiffane. You were born to the nobility, I was born to
the sword. A life of battle and bloodshed isn't for you. You've seen what it
can be like. You deserve far better than that." His voice was gentle and far
softer than it usually is. He caressed her ravens wing hair, "Tiffane, you are
a beautiful and loving young woman. You'll make a good match with some noble
and live the life you were born and raised to live."

Tiffane rested her head on Garth's thigh, "Would you be my lover from time to
time?" she asked.

Garth smiled, "Should I happen to be near you, you may be sure I will invite
you to my bed." He thought for a moment, then added, "If you need to get a
message to me, speak with Ragnar, your fathers brewer."

Garth stood up and began putting on his breeches and mail shirt, Jarveena
approached him.

"That was a gentle and kind thing you did Garth. I, on the other hand, would
welcome your way of life."

Garth looked at her, tall and well muscled, for a woman, she did know how to
use a sword and she had courage. She was a damned good looking wench too. "So
you would travel with me then? I know you don't flinch at the sight of blood,
but can you live the life I lead?"

"Better than Tiffane could, of that I'm certain. If I displease you, send me
away," she said simply. "In either case, I would live in freedom."

"First we must convince the Duke that I accomplished my mission."

The rode through the night, reaching the gates of the keep by first light.

The Duke believed Garth's version of the truth, he was too relieved by his
daughters return to do otherwise. It was the Duchess that asked the important
question.

"Is Tiffane -- ah -- intact?"

"I fear not m'lady. The steward had just had his way with Jarveena, and was
raping Tiffane when I garroted him. I fear I was too late to prevent it."

Dylees looked at him knowingly, her eyes told him that she knew he lied, but "I
suppose it could have happened during the ride back, she is not accustomed to
riding astride you understand." Was what she said.

"It matters not, there is a well to do noble that seeks Tiffane's hand. He is
widowed for six years, he will not quibble about such things." The Duke
announced, "I will send word to him that I -- that Tiffane -- has accepted his
suit."

The Duke looked at Garth, "I would like you to stay here, become my military
counselor. I would reward you handsomely."

"Sire," Garth began, "I am but a professional man-at-arms, a sellsword. I am
honored by your kind offer, but I must decline."

The Duke looked disappointed, but it passed quickly, "then we must give you
your fee." He raised his hand and a small chest was brought into the hall. The
porters set it on the long table. "Open it Garth," he said proudly.

Garth opened the chest and saw more gold coins than he had ever thought
existed, his jaw dropped as he looked up at the Duke's smiling face. "You're
too generous Sire." He managed to say.

"And I understand that Jarveena has caught your eye as well," the Duke added,
"so I free her from her servitude into your custody."

Garth's eyes swept the hall, he saw relief in Dylees' eyes, some sorrow in
Tiffane's and happiness in Jarveena's.

"You have made a humble mercenary a very happy man, Sire." Garth bowed from the
waist, in sincere gratitude.

After feasting Garth and Jarveena retired to their bedchamber. They found wine
and fruit had been placed there by a considerate host.

"I have had enough wine for one night." Jarveena laughed as she slipped from
her clothes, "but I have not had enough of you." She lay back on the covers and
held her arms out in invitation.

Undressing quickly, Garth smiled, "perhaps I would have a little more wine." He
picked up the silver wine pitcher as he moved between Jarveena's waiting
thighs.

He knelt between her legs, regarding her waiting pussy and heaving breasts, the
hot, passionate gleam in her dark eyes. "You shall be my drinking vessel."

Garth leaned forward and held the pitcher above Jarveena's flat belly. Slowly
he poured some of the dark purple liquid into her naval.

Jarveena gasped at the cool wine, then sighed as she understood what Garth was
about to do.

Wine overflowed Jarveena's naval, and ran down the creases of her thighs.

Garth bent forward and began lapping up the sweet fluid as it flowed over
Jarveena's soft pussy, adding its own wetness to her already wet pubic hair.

Jarveena moaned as Garth's tongue flicked over her throbbing clitoris, moving
quickly back and forth over it as he continued pouring wine onto her belly.

His lips pressed to her swollen pussy lips, kissing the hot wet flesh as his
tongue probed within her hot, eager cunt.

Jarveena lifted her hips, pressing her hungry cunt tight to Garth's questing
mouth. "Stick your tongue in me, fuck me with your tongue," she urged, her hips
grinding against Garth's lips, her thighs moving over his face.

Garth cast the wine pitcher aside and gripped Jarveena's firm ass cheeks,
lifting her hips from the bed and moving his face up and down in her steaming
wet slit until her juices glistened on his face. He looked up at her, he smiled
at the expression of complete, wanton passion on her pretty face. Once more, he
lowered his mouth to her waiting pussy, drilling his tongue into her tight
cunt.

Jarveena's body writhed as she ground her soaking pussy against Garth's mouth,
her hands reaching down and grasping his hair, pulling him tighter to her,
feeling his tongue as it moved in and out of her steaming cunt. She was quickly
reaching the peak, teetering on the brink of orgasm as her lovers mouth moved
over her clitoris, her swollen pussy lips.

Garth felt Jarveena's cunt tighten around his tongue as her body began to
tremble.

With a sudden thrust, Jarveena drove her cunt upward, capturing Garth's mouth
as her orgasm crested. Her moans and cries of pleasure announced the crescendo
of her ecstasy as her juices flowed freely over Garth's thirsting tongue.

As Jarveena squirmed in the midst of her climax, Garth lifted his face from her
and moved quickly to place the head of his cock against her spasming cunt. He
grunted as he thrust his cock into her in one powerful stroke. His balls
slapped the crack of her ass as he drove his huge organ into her hungry, wet
cunt.

The girl wrapped her legs around Garth's waist as he began fucking her with
long, deep strokes. Her fingernails dug into his back, her teeth biting his
shoulder as her cunt was filled by his hammering cock.

Garth and Jarveena were so caught up in their passion, neither heard the door
to their chamber open and, quietly close again. Nor did they hear the deep
ragged breathing of Tiffane as she crept toward the bed.

"My warrior god." The girl said softly, reaching up and gently caressing
Garth's heavy balls.

Startled, Garth paused his thrusting for only a heartbeat. "What do you here?"
He gasped, his breath short as he continued fucking Jarveena.

Jarveena looked over to Tiffane and smiled, beckoning her onto the bed with
them.

Tiffane lay beneath them, licking Jarveena's wet cunt and Garth's balls. As his
long cock drew out of Jarveena, Tiffane would quickly lick it before it, once
more, plunged into Jarveena's waiting cunt.

"M'Lord, I think she wants you as her lover once more before you depart."
Jarveena whispered as Tiffane licked and kissed their wet, pumping genitals.

Garth thrust himself deeply into Jarveena as she came, her hips grinding
against his, her cunt lips swollen and tight, her juices flowing.

She reluctantly allowed Garth to withdraw from her, then she changed positions
to permit Tiffane to move into her place.

"Please take me Garth, roughly, like an animal," she moaned, her fingers moving
in and out of her sodden cunt as she rolled over and got on her hands and
knees.

Garth wasted no time with preliminaries as he slammed his cock into the girls
eager young cunt. He reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as
she pounded his raging prick into her, his balls slapping her clit as the
swollen head struck the mouth of her womb.

Tiffane sobbed in rapt pleasure as Garth thrust his great cock into her, harder
and faster, all the while pulling her head back like he would rein his horse.

Jarveena scrambled beneath Tiffane so she was beneath Garth's heavy balls. She
now did as Tiffane had, licking Garth's glistening cock as it moved in and out
of the young girl's cunt, then sucking his heavy balls.

Tiffane cried out her orgasm as Garth's rigid cock slammed into her again and
again. Her cunt muscles contracted, squeezing Garth's cock as her hips ground
back, seeking more and more of his length inside her.

Between Tiffane's tight cunt, and Jarveena's skilled mouth, Garth was soon on
the brink of his own eruption. His balls filling quickly, he sought to bring
Tiffane to one more climax. "Lick her cunt Jarveena." He instructed
breathlessly.

The former serving wench obeyed, shifting her oral attentions to the young
girls succulent pussy and throbbing clitoris.

As Garth's cock erupted inside her, Tiffane began trembling and moaning in the
throws of another orgasm. Garth's cock pulsated as his seed pumped into
Tiffane's cunt. As his cock throbbed, he pulled it from her and offered it to
Jarveena's mouth. She sucked his, still spurting, cock into her mouth,
whimpering with contented pleasure.

Their orgasms having subsided, the three lay spent upon the large bed. Their
bodies glistened with sweat, the room was heavy with the scent of passion and
sex. Sated desire lay calmed over them.

"You had better be getting back to your rooms Tiffane," Garth said softly, his
fingers gently caressing her ravens wing hair, "lest you be found here."

"My mother and father were making love when I looked in on them. Mother may not
sleep that deeply afterwards." Tiffane admitted shyly, slipping from the bed
and dressing.

"Swear to me, my warrior god, that we might be lovers again, should our paths
cross." The girl knelt before him, her hands holding his, her eyes pleading.

Garth looked at Jarveena, then back at Tiffane, "I swear it Tiffane, I swear it
by the hilt of my sword."

Satisfied, the girl left.

"You have once again been kind to her Garth," Jarveena observed, "kinder than
one may expect of a sellsword." She looked at him again, "Did you mean it?"

"I swore it did I not. Rest now, we leave before dawn." He responded, laying
back on the bed.

"You are a kind man Garth." Jarveena lay beside him, nestling herself in his
strong arms.

"Don't let anyone know, I'd have to lower my fee."


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