Nightfall (closed)

[TearsoftheWorld]

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Atlon

Linaya awoke as a warm, gentle breeze passed through her room, and she climbed slowly out of her bed with one hand clutching the thin silver bed sheets to her naked body while she raised the other to push a few strands of her golden hair out from in front of her face to tuck them behind one of her ears. She wandered over to the open window and looked out over the town below as her private chambers were located high up in one of the towers nestled safely within the castle walls.

An ornate but practical sundial perched out on the balcony just off to the side told her that it was early in the morning, but she could easily have gleaned that information by looking up to where the sun was in the sky.

Turning her head to the side, Linaya watched as a handsome young man, about her age if not a few years older, got up from the bed and walked over to where she was standing. She let out a content sigh as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing her body against his before planting a few gentle kisses against her bare neck.

His hands, at first holding onto her sides, soon moved up to fondle her exceptionally large breasts, squeezing and kneading her abundant tit flesh through the silver sheets.

"Mmm... you're in a playful mood this morning," Linaya said with a smile as she dropped her hand down between his legs to massage his hardening cock.

Closing her eyes she immediately recalled the events of last night, how after a lavish dinner they had retired to her room and spent the rest of the evening tossing and turning in the throes of passion.

At first their union was met with fierce resistance, as Linaya was an outsider and he was the son of the King, destined to marry some spoiled princess that he had never even met. But time and time again Linaya had proven herself a valiant heroine, wielding a great sword and leading her elite soldiers to victory. Soon even the stubborn heart of the king opened up and he announced that within a year... if their loved proved strong enough... they could be wed.

"You're so beautiful," Prince Alaric whispered as his lips moved up her neck, and he pulled one hand away from her chest in order to tilt her head to the side so that he could kiss her full on the lips. Linaya brought her own hands up to wrap around his neck, and the sheets covering her body fell down around her feet. She truly did love this man, and although she enjoyed the thrill of combat... she would give it all away just to settle down to be his wife and have his children.

It was late in the afternoon by the time they left her room, the prince dressed for a royal engagement while Linaya put on her suit of armor.

She had a little bit of work to do before she would join Alaric for dinner with a few invite lords from around the countryside.

It was then that they would officially announce their engagement, putting to rest all speculations and rumors.

 

[marauder13]

Lord Caleb lounged in the throne. He never bothered with a title other than Lord. He commanded more lands than the neigbouring Kings, Princes and other titled men who controlled lands near his. He listened to the older man drone on about various activities of his neighbours.

"Finally, my Lord, Prince Alaric of Atlon will be announcing his engagement to the woman Linaya."

Caleb sat a little straighter in the throne, looking intently at the only other man in the room.

"What did you say, Abraxus? An official announcement?" Abraxus nodded. "Why am I finding out about this now? Were not other Lords invited to this special occasion?"

Again, Abraxus nodded. Caleb stood up, descending the 6 steps to bring him level with his trusted advisor. Caleb was a large man, not just in height but in girth as well. Broad muscular shoulders sat atop a powerful torso that was able to help anchor his well toned and equally powerful limbs. He had spent the past twenty years carving out his realm against any that stood between him and his goals. He fought off any who threatened what was his. He cared little if his people loved him, hated him or thought nothing of him. All that mattered was that they served him, obeyed his commands and remained loyal to him. Those that did prospered enough to live with small comforts. Those that didn't, they suffered for the errors of their ways.

"So, others were invited, and I was not?" Caleb snorted. "Well, we can't let that happen now, can we?"

Abraxus winced. "My Lord, if I may be permitted to give you a suggestion?" When nothing was said, Abraxus continued. "It might be best not to go in with righteous rage over the snubbing of a Lord as important as yourself. That it might serve your interests better if you were a little more diplomatic."

Caleb stared at Abraxus hard, the cord in his neck standing out noticeably. After about a minute of deathly silence, Caleb eased himself away from the anger that had welled within him.

"Diplomatic? Well, in that case I will not gut anyone who deserves it when they deliberately offend me. Would that be diplomatic enough?" A harsh, nasty smile turned his lips. "But I will not be going there underarms, nor with a bodyguard either. I will use their own ways against them to not only allow me entry for the celebrations, but any harm that befalls me will be at the loss of their own honour. Ready my most acceptable of outfits for such an occasion. I need to prepare for my trip."

~||~​

The ring of candles lit the circle perfectly, as well as giving the air the right aroma for what was about to occur. The mainly wax candles, with a good mix of human fat, were as thick as a man's wrist, and a sickly yellow colour. In the middle of circle was a naked man, nailed to the floor by the wrist and ankle. He had stopped whimpering, and was staring at the roof, trying to blot out what he was experiencing.

Caleb stood in only a loincloth on the outer edge of the ring. He looked around once more, making sure that nothing had been missed.

"Gaahrbriklaaz, I call on thee. In return for one gift from thee, I offer you this morsel for you to enjoy. Come forth, mighty one, and partake of the treat I have for you. And if you accept it, then return unto me the small gift I seek. Make my steed carry me to city that is home to Prince Alaric of Alton in time to join the celebrations there."

The candle flames flared brightly, turning blue in an instant before going a vile shade of green. The man nailed to the floor started to writhe, screaming in abject terror. Caleb simply watched as the man tore his left wrist open in his bid to escape. Blood splattered everywhere, somehow managing to avoid the candles. The man's actions ceased being controlled as he began to thrash about wildly. His skin bulged and moved as he bucked against the remaining hails holding him in place. The body soon stopped moving, his mouth opened in one last attempt to scream except for the gelatinous mass of bright purple that flowed out. The man's body was enveloped by the slick looking mass. Caleb watched as the blob drew itself together, leaving only four nails in the middle of the candle guarded circle.

'Done' echoed in Caleb's mind as the blob continued to shrink until it was totally gone. Caleb walked out of the specialized room.

"See that the man's widow is given the proper were-gild. His sacrifice was worth a great deal to the Empire." The servant nodded, remaining in place until his Lord had gone away enough. When he felt it was safe to move, the servant scurried off to deliver the money to the unfortunate man's widow.

Caleb found Abraxus waiting in his chambers with not only the clothes laid out, but a gift also prepared.

"I trust that you have chosen something appropriate. At least what they would consider appropriate." Caleb dressed himself. The cloth was fine, and the colours suited him. The steel gray shirt and black pants went well with his black hair. His eyes were a washed out blue that passed for gray at times, such as when he wore gray. His beyond shoulder length hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail held by a silver band.

"Oh, if I fail to return, tell General Gorben to destroy Atlon before he does anything else with my empire. If he doesn't, he will wake up as a meal for my ally. Now, I have a celebration to attend."

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Gaahrbriklaaz passed an enchantment onto Caleb's steed that made the lands blur and flow about them. When the enchantment stopped, they were a mere mile from the gates of the city. He rode at a leisurely pace as he closed the walls. He knew that any soldier of Atlon would recognize him once he got close enough, but without any heraldic banner or emblem to forewarn them, it would be too late for them. He came to a stop close enough for the guardsmen at the gate to see him, and prepare to stop him. He took his hands from the reins, holding them out to each side, his palms in view.

"Greetings. I am Lord Caleb, and I am here to join in the celebrations of Prince Alaric and his bride to be. I come forth under no arms, wearing no armour and with no men at arms behind me. I come forth in peace, with peaceful intentions of an honourable neighbour to honour the King and his family. As I am unarmed, unarmoured and unprotected, I place myself in your humble protection as a visitor to your realm."

He fought hard not to laugh as the custom of Atlon and others closely aligned to her stopped them from reaping rewards of presenting the King with his head. He waited as their custom demanded for one of sufficient rank or station to come and escort him into the city and the King's castle.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

After parting with her future husband, Linaya moved to a different part of the castle where the knights were busy with their exercises. At first she was content just to watch them practice their melee swings against the target dummies in the courtyard, but after a while she walked down onto the field and tested them on what they had learned. Most of the men were quick on their feet and handled their swords well, but against a seasoned warrior such as Linaya they quickly found themselves lying down in the dirt with their weapons cast aside.

With a smile she helped them back up to their feet and continued on with the lessons until it was time for her to get ready.

Sheathing her sword, the young warrior started making her way back towards her chambers when she learned from a passing guard that someone was at the front gates, proclaiming himself a lord and seeking entrance into the castle.

Taking a slight detour, Linaya walked into a small room just above the gates and peered out through the tiny slits that served as windows to see just what all the fuss was about.

The portcullis down had been raised since their hadn't been war in Atlon for several years, but the sharp teeth of the metal gate could still be seen sticking out from the portal, and if the castle came under siege the guards could quickly lower it down to block the enemy outside, or even trap them inside when the second gate was lowered.

Even from a distance Linaya recognized the man that was sitting on top of his horse, wearing no armor and showing that he carried no weapons.

As much as it pained her to do so, the laws of the land demanded that they let him pass... even though it would have been more fitting for him to have arrived without his head.

"Lower the gate," Linaya said to one of the guards stationed in the room, and he immediately set about lowering the drawbridge so that the Lord Caleb could cross over the moat that surrounded the estate. Linaya took two guards with her as she walked out to meet their unwelcome guest. She stopped about ten feet in front with her guards at either side, and the fierce look in her eyes showed that she held no love or care for the large man in front of her.

She would have gladly taken his head if given the chance.

Linaya was no diplomat, and since she wasn't yet the Queen she felt no reason not to treat the Lord Caleb with open hostility, even if for now she was forced to only trade words with him.

"Your presence here is unwelcome, Lord Caleb. Give me one reason why I shouldn't have you taken into chains and executed."

 

[marauder13]

Caleb watched the drawbridge lower, coming to rest. It wasn't merely dropped, but lowered. He watched as an armoured woman followed by a pair of guardsman. They approached until a few yards short of his position. It was clear to him, even at that distance, that the woman warrior was less than happy with him being there.

"Your presence here is unwelcome, Lord Caleb. Give me one reason why I shouldn't have you taken into chains and executed."

Caleb pursed his lips while he ran through the list of responses. While he did, he looked over her armoured clad form, wondering what was hidden beneath. He knew that if he ever got the chance, he would gladly have her repeatedly and with great vigour, just like Alaric had.

"Well, I was going to say that is the kind of thing I get accused of doing. But, the real reason, Lady Linaya, is because you wouldn't want to ruin your Kingdom's reputation. You have not always been allied with those other lands you are currently allied with. Think of how they would feel knowing that if they came here with peaceful intentions, that they could be chained and executed at the whim of nobility, then no one would trust you ever again."

Caleb dismounted, letting the reins sit on the ground, thereby effectively restraining the horse where it stood. He took a few paces ahead of his horse, his hands remaining at his side, openly displaying his lack of weaponry.

"I will even permit you, Lady Linaya, to ensure that I am good to my word and that I am indeed without arms and armour. The only things that I carry are the gifts to honour the happy couple. I plan to stay for the duration of the festivities, no longer. So, will you uphold the honour of your kingdom, and that of the family you will be joining, or will your first act be to cast a shadow over the shining light that is the honour of Atlon?"

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Linaya watched silently but with gritted teeth as the Lord Caleb dismounted from his horse with a twisted little smirk on his face. He knew he had her cornered, and he knew she had no choice but to stay her hand and delay his execution so that he might partake in the festivities. Atlon had worked hard to establish good relationships with its neighboring kingdoms, and Caleb was right to think that killing him now would put everything at risk.

She absolutely hated politics.

But she didn't want to upset the delicate balance that had been established, and she didn't want a dark cloud to hang over her wedding.

She would have to play nice.

For now.

"So, will you uphold the honour of your kingdom, and that of the family you will be joining, or will your first act be to cast a shadow over the shining light that is the honour of Atlon?"

"Hrmph. Lord Callan here will escort you inside and will show you to your quarters. The reception is in a few hours. Please be late, won't you?"

With that she looked at the guards standing next to her and then turned to leave. The drawbridge remained on the ground until everyone had moved inside, and then it was raised again by the guards that kept watch in the towers. Linaya returned to her own chambers and kicked a chair over as she physically vented some of the anger that was raging inside her. She then walked over to one of her dressers and cupped her hands inside the washing bowl and raised them up to her face as she dipped her head forward. The cold water that splashed against her face had several effects: it cooled her off physically as well as calmed her mentally.

With a sigh she reached for a small towel and then dried herself off before she started to peel off her armor while a few of her maids prepared a hot bath for her. It would take some time for her to get ready, but she wanted to make a good impression on those gathered in attendance, so she took her time and made sure that everything was in order.

The strapless evening dress she wore sparkled with rare gems from all over the world and hugged her body almost like a second skin. The blue dress showed off a fair amount of cleavage as her large breasts were forced together towards the top, but at least they weren't popping out.

Although she was a battle-tested warrior and a fearless leader, Linaya was still a woman, and she could appear elegant when she wanted to.

Linaya put on a pair of sapphire earrings and wrapped a thin, golden bracelet around her wrist before she was ready to head out. Escorted by a pair of Royal guards, Linaya was then handed over to the Prince Alaric when they approached the dining hall, and they clasped hands together as one of the stewards announced their arrival and they walked over to their appointed seats.

Drinks and conversation resumed as the feast was set out before them, and every so often one of the guests would rise to their feet and lift up their glass in a toast to the future king and queen.

 

[marauder13]

Caleb used all his self control not to grin like a cheeky little boy at the reaction from Linaya at his declaration of intent. It would almost been worth viewing the aftermath from the afterlife if she had carried through with it. Atlon would have been destroyed, and their royal family would have been the main attraction of a drawn out execution. But if he had any doubts at all concerning whether he would survive or not, he would have remained in his own castle.

"Hrmph. Lord Callan here will escort you inside and will show you to your quarters. The reception is in a few hours. Please be late, won't you?"

Caleb smiled and bowed. He took a few paces back and retrieved the reins of his horse, and followed the Lord Callan. When the grooms came to tend to his mount, Caleb removed one saddle bag and followed the man inside. Caleb ignored every single stare of hatred leveled at him as he passed. He followed the man who led him, watching every guardsman of Atlon who's hand strayed to a weapon.

"Your room, Lord Caleb," Callan said with undisguised hatred.

"Thank you. You have demonstrated beyond all doubt the honour of Atlon. I salute you, good Sir, for not killing me during the ample times you had the chance."

Callan walked off without saying another word. Caleb noticed as he entered his room that four guardsmen were approaching to take up guarding his room. He smiled evilly as he knew that they were there more to protect Atlon from him, than the other way around.

~||~​

Caleb was genuinely surprised that the entire hall went silent on his arrival. He was the centre of a lot of hard looks, many of them calculating the cost of removing his head with the nearest bladed implement. Caleb took his time to search the room, and found the person he was looking for. He strode over to the King of Atlon. He waited for the King to finish speaking to another of the local 'royals' before he moved to catch his host's attention.

"Your Majesty, I would like to place into your tender care this gift from the Lands of Morgan to the happy couple." Caleb presented the box, with an ornate ribbon wrapped around it keeping it closed.

"Thank you, Lord Caleb." The King managed to almost sound sincere in his appreciation of the gift. "Tell me, why are you here?"

"Diplomatic or honest answer, Your Majesty?"

"Honest." He handed the gift over to a servant, who took it to be added to the rest of the gifts.

"Well, I am here to at least once be a part of something positive to celebrate. Also, I knew that it would annoy a large number of people who need to be annoyed. It is one of the few times I would be able to come here without an army backing me, and all the usual fun that goes along with that.

"But, I must admit that you are far more courageous than I first thought. You would have had numerous chances to secure an alliance by having your son marry any number of princesses that would be eager to wed your boy. Of course, none of the other lords would see this union as a snub, nor a belittling of their daughters. See, I am the type of Lord that would marry an outsider who was more verse in combat than social niceties.

"Plus, given how well your son is in a fight, he needs a wife that can stand in for him."

The King of Atlon's eyes narrowed as Caleb spoke, the edges twitching slightly at the mention of how the other kingdoms would react. With the barest of nods to Caleb, the King turned to deal with some other matter that came to his attention. Caleb smiled, and found a place to sit that was clearly unoccupied. He wondered how long it would take them to realize that someone was going to end up sitting beside him. That particular rush would be spectacular to watch.

Everything came to a halt again, this time as the Prince and his bride to be entered the room. Caleb paused his drinking, the goblet making a controlled descent to the table as he focused on Linaya and her blue dress. He was aware that the woman held a magnificent figure, but the armour disguised it well. Her bust was abundant, generous and would feed a village of children. The remainder of her body spoke of long sessions of passion and lust with a body that could give and receive pleasure in so many ways.

"Lucky bastard," Caleb whispered under his breath. Along with everyone else, he raised his goblet to toast the happy couple. He never once looked at the prince, only at Linaya. In that moment, he decided that he would keep her if he ever got the chance, and enjoy her like her future husband never would.

"And something is bound to happen soon. I can feel it in my bones."

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Only one thing marred the perfect evening that night: every so often, as Linaya would glance around the room and look at all the nobles gathered in attendance, her sharp green eyes would come across the Lord Caleb, and the bright smile that had lit up her face would die away instantly. She had tried to ignore his presence, trying to listen in as the prince would discuss matters of state, but she had never had a good head for politics, and once more her eyes and mind would wander the room, inevitably falling on Caleb.

"Would you excuse me?" Linaya said softly to those seated next to her before she got up from her chair.

"Everything alright?" Alaric asked as he stood as well, but he did not move to follow after his bride-to-be.

"Yes. I just need to clear my head."

Linaya once again excused herself from those present and walked close to the wall until she came to a set of doors that led out into the hallway, and the guards posted there pulled open the doors and shut them once she had gone outside.

Although the hallway was much quieter than the dining hall, Linaya started walking away with her arms folded across her chest. Each time she took a step her heels made a click-clack sound that reverberated throughout the hall. Every so often she would pass by one the guards that patrolled the halls or by servants that were quickly running their errands.

It was going to be a long night.

- - -

With Linaya now out of the room, many of the other lords had started to talk a bit more openly about the future Queen of Atlon, and with some their words were not the kindest. Some had not-so-secretly hoped that the Prince would marry their daughter instead of the warrior-maiden, but it seemed that Alaric would not change his mind no matter how hard they pressed.

But that didn't stop some of them from trying harder.

"It's absurd. She's not of pure blood," Lord Taelin had muttered, well within earshot of the prince who shot him an icy stare in return.

Taelin quickly rose to his feet, and one could tell by how he held his goblet and jabbed it in the air like a sword that he'd drunk far more than his share.

It was typical of the aged lord, however.

"You should be ashamed of yourself. You bring... dishonor to your... family!"

Prince Alaric started to get up when he felt the strong hand of his father come down on his shoulder, forcing him to sit back down. With his hand the King urged Taelin to retake his seat as well, and before any more protests or accusations could be made, King Faramond rose in defense of his son and of the future queen. There were few people he trusted more with his life than Linaya, and although she was not of noble blood the old laws that would have prevented their union had been done away with by the previous generations.

Faramond himself would have wed a commoner, but when she died from a fever he gave in to the wishes of his father and married Alaric's mother.

In some ways his son was going to lead the life he never could.

 

[marauder13]

Caleb spent his time sitting, eating and drinking. He also watched the other Lords and notables as they talked. He could not hear anything over the general din of the feast, but he watched who talked to who, how they talked and where they looked. Most of the conversation was about the engaged couple, and the way mouths were covered, the talk was not necessarily all that good. A good many others talked openly, loudly and with great merriment as well.

Occasionally, he too would look up at the happy couple, imagining what they would be thinking and feeling. Whether Prince Alaric was desiring to take his fiance back to his bed, and use her passionately until he was spent. He was sure that the lovely woman to his side would be capable of more than the Prince would be able to give her.

He caught Linaya looking his way, her happy expression disappearing like an animal in quicksand. In a courteous manner, he raised his goblet, then took a drink; toasting the couple silently from across the room. She turned her face from him, trying to listen again to the conversation going on about her. Caleb returned to getting his fill before he retired for the night. He decided to leave the following day. He had a kingdom to rule, and he didn't want to give anyone foolish enough the chance to do something a lot of people would regret.

He witnessed Linaya stand and depart alone. He was intrigued by what caused her to leave her own celebration. As much as he wanted to leave, he couldn't without causing concern and possibly an incident. But with the warrior woman out of the hall, voices were raised, and some truths came to the fore. Caleb wasn't sure is he was overheard when talking to King Faramond, neither did he care. But some of his words seemed to be overheard, or another Lord thought along similar lines. Soon, those invited were bickering amongst themselves over the virtues of the union. Caleb was laughing within. He was sure that there would have been such dissent even if he hadn't arrived.

He flagged one of the servants, telling him to pass on word to the King that he was retiring so he could get a good start to return to his own realm in the morning. Caleb stood up, and left without speaking to anyone else.

Caleb walked back to his room, but his path brought him close to Linaya. He took the time to admire the way the dress clung to her generous body, srill clearly that of a woman, even though she fought as well as any man in the Atlon army. Still, his thoughts ran more to what pleasures such a body would give a man in the bedroom, rather than how it would kill him on the battlefield.

"You are the envy of many women, as well as causing some men to be jealous of Prince Alaric for snaring such a prize as yourself. Of course, a woman such as yourself would not be aware of the turmoil you are bringing to the Royal House of Atlon.

"You are showing just how weak the Prince, and especially the King, are with this decision. The chance to strengthen the bonds with one of their allies has been dashed. All because Prince Alaric can only think with his dick, and King Faramound hasn't the strength to steer his son in the right direction.

"But then again, it is probably for the best. You probably have no head for politics, if the look of boredom on your face was anything to go by. That, and how you took a greater interest in the room. Not to forget the way you kept looking over my way. But, Prince Alaric is not one to go into a fight, unless he wishes to die. So, he can send you out to fight, while he runs the Kingdom. Safely in the walls of his castle." Caleb waved his hand about. "Unless, of course, you give up everything for your husband, and be the loyal, doting wife and mother to the future kings of Atlon."

He took a few paces away from Linaya, before turning to face her once more.

"But if you command the armies, none would ever call Alaric's courage into question, not with the fearsome wife that you will be. I also wonder how many princesses will cry out to learn to wield a sword like you. How many will injure themselves, or maybe even die trying to make themselves as attractive as yourself, since being a mere lady of quality is not good enough anymore.

"Of course, I do not care what the other Lords think, or who marries who. It is no concern of mine that Prince Alaric has been seduced into wedding a commoner, denying someone more suited for the man in the process. I hope that you will enjoy your marriage, knowing that every time another Lord looks at you, you will remind them that one of their family was not worthy enough to be joined to the Royal House of Atlon."

Caleb walked away from Linaya, pausing to cast one last thought over his shoulder.

"At least he is marrying someone who can be believed to be a warrior, and not just a common whore."

He continued to his room, pleased that he managed to clear his mind with Linaya, and repay her for her delightful hospitality she displayed on his arrival.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

"Sire, the Lord Caleb said to thank you for the pleasant evening and that he wishes to retire for the night before leaving in the morning."

"Thank you," Faramond said quickly, dismissing the servant with a simple flutter of his hand. The King watched as Caleb rose from the table, and his old eyes followed after him as he walked away and passed through out into the hallway. It was only after the guards had closed the doors again that he could resume his conversations with those seated at his table.

The King was certainly bothered by the appearance of Caleb that afternoon, but he supposed that no further trouble would come once he departed swiftly in the morning.

~ ~ ~

Linaya had come to rest against one of the large pillars holding up the roof of of the open arch walkway that provided a magnificent view of the surrounding lands, especially at night when the stars could be seen glittering in the distance.

It was where she had first met the prince, and it was where he had asked her to be his wife.

It would be tough giving up her life as a warrior to be the Queen. It-

"You are the envy of many women..."

Linaya turned as the Lord Caleb approached her from behind, and she did not bother to hide her feelings of complete and utter contempt for the man as he moved closer.

"As well as causing some men to be jealous of Prince Alaric for snaring such a prize as yourself. Of course, a woman such as yourself would not be aware of the turmoil you are bringing to the Royal House of Atlon."

Turmoil?

Deep down she knew he was speaking the truth, but she didn't want to admit it. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that by marrying the prince she was weakening their position of power in the world, but she also told herself night after night that they would persevere.

With a scowl on her face she kept her arms folded across her chest as Caleb walked around her,

"Not to forget the way you kept looking over my way."

"I did n-"

Caleb continued on, however, keeping her from chiming in by spewing forth all the devious thoughts and ramblings that went on his wicked mind. Linaya stood there, her heartbeat rising almost as fast as her anger until he had finished and walked off, leaving her fuming and quite flushed with anger and even some embarrassment. If she only had her sword on her!

Linaya watched silently, her lips trembling a bit, as Caleb walked away and disappeared around the corner.

It was at that point that Alaric came into view, walking up behind her after he left the dining hall in search of his bride-to-be.

"There you are. Is everything alright?"

Linaya turned around and shook her head, her hands rubbing her exposed arms in a comforting manner until the Prince pulled her in close.

"What's the matter?" he asked, whispering softly. Linaya nestled her head against his strong chest and held on like a wounded animal. She wasn't used to this kind of fighting. "Was it Caleb?"

"Yes," she said simply.

"Did he hurt you? Tell me!"

Linaya wasn't typically one to lie, but her loathing of the foul lord poisoned her noble mind, and she found herself nodding her head, allowing a single tear to slide down her face and make the story seem even more believable.

"He didn't touch me... but he threatened me."

Overcome with rage, Alaric called over to a pair of guards that were patrolling nearby and ordered them to go to Caleb's quarters and have him arrested and thrown out of the castle.

Politics be damned.

 

[marauder13]

Caleb had just got to relax enough to start getting ready to sleep when the Atlon guard burst through his door. For the briefest of moments, he had the normal human fear response of death, before he readied himself for the inevitable. Caleb had fought many times, each time knowing he was dead when the battle was joined. His one regret was not being armed, but that would make Atlon's suffering all the more enjoyable.

His death in his room never occurred as he was roughly dragged from the room, and his possessions were given similar treatment. He tried to figure out what was going on. He was, of course, mortally offended at his treatment when he turned up under the traditions of hospitality.

As he was dragged out, he saw the Prince standing beside Linaya. He was livid, and yelling further instructions on how to deal with Caleb.

"Tie him to his mount, then slap it's rump and let it run. If it returns him to his realm, then we can't always be lucky."

"Alaric!" Caleb bellowed. "Is this how you treat guests in Atlon? Rest assured, Prince, that this will be remembered, and you will be punished for it. Your declaration of war has been accepted!"

As ordered, Caleb was tied to his mount, and he fought the guards every inch of the way. He was sent riding off, everyone at the castle gates watching as the Lord of Morgan was sent on his way. His men greeted him at the border, cutting him free of his bonds.

"Get word to the Marshall. I want raiding parties striking deep in Atlon right now. Not the villages close to the border, but places closer to the capital. Hit somewhere, kill a few people who are within reach, burn down some buildings, then get out before help turns up.

"I want a force of a hundred men assembled as soon as possible. I want to personally thank Atlon for their generosity."

Caleb rode off back to his castle, to arm and armour himself for the coming war.

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Caleb was feeling the effects of the lack of sleep as his force approached the town of Mellheep. It was far from the border of Morgan, but it had a few ways for a large group of soldiers to approach without encountering other settlements. It was also not as heavily garrisoned as those closer to his realm.

With well practiced gestures, the orders were given and the assault on the town commenced. The gates were not closed, and this was exploited to the fullest. The local guardsmen were cut down, most before they could grab their weapons. The horsemen of Morgan roamed freely through the town, striking anyone they could, and starting several fires.

"We're done here. Leave!"

The Morgan soldiers turned and left, leaving behind a badly damaged town from their efforts. Caleb kept his men riding until they reached a large forested area, where they slowed down and rested before pushing on to return to their home realm. By the time he returned, his army would be assembled, and he would teach Atlon a lesson they would not forget for a long time.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

As Caleb was forced out of his room by the palace guards, Linaya couldn't help but smile. She smiled because they were finally rid of his dark presence and because a declaration of war had been made that very night. It would not be an easy fight, but she had faith and knew that nothing but good would come out of this. With Alaric's strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, she knew nothing could touch them.

Soon Caleb was tied swiftly and securely to his mount, and once he was gone from the castle Linaya turned towards her lover and gave him a soft kiss.

"Are you sure you're alright?" he asked. "We could retire for the evening if you'd rather not go back to dinner."

"I'm fine now," Linaya said as she hooked her right arm with his left and started back towards the dining hall. She stole one last glance over her shoulder and then gave Caleb no further thought. A few of the other lords had already retired for the evening by the time Linaya and Alaric returned to their seats, but the mood was certainly livelier given the recent turn of events. The King was certainly perturbed at the thought of having to fight a war against Morgan, but he supposed that the conflict was inevitable.

Better to end the threat now than wait for it later.

It didn't take long before reports came in from various villages nestled within their borders that they were under attack, yet when the soldiers arrived they found the towns burned down to the ground, bodies scattered everywhere.

Linaya commanded her own team of soldiers and saw firsthand the chaos that Caleb and his men wrought on the peaceful settlements throughout the land, and she cursed his name and vowed revenge as the bodies were buried.

"He's a murderous coward," Linaya spat when she was safely within the castle walls again, and she stood hovering over a map of the kingdom, eyes roaming over the small pins that marked where the horsemen of Morgan roamed.

A small fire off the side kept the room well lit and excessively warm, but even its bright flames couldn't match the burning hatred that lived within Atlon's warrior maiden.

Alaric was adamant in that she should remain at his side while their generals commanded the soldiers, but Linaya wanted to be the one to see him punished for his crimes. She wanted to be the one to drive her sword through his gut and put an end to him once and for all. She knew that not all the men at her command were ready for war, but she hadn't little choice but to arm them to the teeth and hope for a swift campaign.

The wedding to have to wait.

Once the men were rested again and their armor and weapons repaired, Linaya led them out again into the countryside, chasing Caleb and his men close to the border of her own kingdom.

 

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Caleb rarely let his emotions get the better of him when in battle, but the strike against Mellheep seemed to trigger an anger deep within him. He wanted to lash out at Atlon again, more importantly at Linaya who was the catalyst for this war. As they rode back through the forest, the neared the edges long enough to spot a small village. He had more than enough men to overwhelm the small village, letting each man kill one villager, while others destroyed one building each and the remainder looked on in boredom.

Caleb selected a handful of men before calling the Captain over.

"Keep the rest of the men moving, I am going to relieve some stress by razing that village over there. I wont be too long."

"Yes, my Lord."

Caleb led his small band towards the village while the rest of his troops made their way back to Morgan. The villagers had no warning of the impending attack. Many were cut down before they had a chance to do anything other than stand in shock, or run in fear. Many of the buildings were torched, and the troops easily picked off the stragglers as they attempted to flee.

Caleb looked around gleefully at the destruction he had taken part in. It had been many years since he was able to get his hands dirty and bloodied in such a manner. He turned when he heard one of his men calling out to him as the soldier rode hard to meet up with Caleb.

"Lord, troops from Atlon are approaching."

"Excellent. Ride forth to Captain Trest and tell him to prepare and ambush for the Atlon troops we shall be leading his way." The trooper saluted, and rode off while the rest were called to join Caleb.

"Listen up! We have Atlon soldiers coming. We will lead them into an ambush. Stick close. Any who cannot keep up will be left behind. Now, let's give them something to think about, shall we?"

Caleb led the men out into the open, close to the edge of the village. Everyone of them drew bows, waiting for the enemy to get close enough. Following Caleb's lead, they fired one volley before turning to ride off. Caleb saw one rider topple from his saddle, while another's horse stumbled enough to throw him. The men of Morgan rode hard towards the treeline, before turning to ride along the edge seeking a safe place to enter the safety of the trees.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Many, many things were going through Linaya's mind as they chased after Caleb and his men, but the one image that remained at the forefront was that of her striking him down. She could practically hear his screams echoing in her mind as she'd end his miserable existence, and all around her her soldiers were busy rounding up the last of his cohorts. Yes. Victory would soon be hers.

"We're getting closer," she spoke to her captain as he rode nearby, and their horses carried them swiftly over the hills. "I can feel it."

"We might be too late to stop them," Thomas noted, and Linaya's eyes were drawn up towards the woods ahead and she watched as pitch-black smoke rose high into the sky. She gritted her teeth and then angrily spurred her horse on faster, surprising even Thomas as he struggled to keep up with her.

'Damn him," Linaya thought to herself.

She knew what village lay up ahead.

She'd been born there, after all.

Her parents had since moved on, but her grandparents had stayed behind as they had grown too old and too attached to the land to bother moving. As Linaya raced on ahead, she only hoped that their stubbornness had gotten them through whatever Caleb had thrown their way. The smoke was not a good sign, but she hoped and prayed that they had remained safe.

It wasn't long before the first arrows shot overhead, and although Linaya could hear one of her men falling from his saddle, she didn't slow down or change her course. She planned on running them all down, but like cowards they retreated into the safety of the trees.

"Linaya! Wait!" Thomas cried out as he tried to warn his commander, but Linaya was too far gone. She chased after the men from Morgan and caught up with a few stragglers, drew her longsword from its sheath and engaged them in mounted combat until they fell before her. As they had shown no mercy to the villagers, Linaya gave them no quarter; the heat of combat was upon her. She couldn't see Caleb, but she knew it was only a matter of time before she found him.

 

[marauder13]

The main body of Caleb's detachment made it to the treeline before the soldiers of Atlon could reach them. But one rider in particular rode forward, catching the last of the men, viciously hacking at them with her sword, oblivious to the fact that she was alone.

Caleb rode forward, taking one half hearted swing at her, merely to catch her attention. Once she had focused herself on him, he let her attack him, merely defending himself against her impassioned assault. Most of his men lined the edge of the woods, raining arrows down on her soldiers, keeping them from their commander. They also stood ready to fight them if the bow fire was not enough to discourage them.

Meanwhile, carefully, Caleb led Linaya further into the forest, letting her think that she was getting the better of him, while he let her tire herself against him. He watched out of the corners of his eyes as some of his men moved to encircle them. When he felt he was ready, he called out to them.

"Now!"

He switched to attacking her as his men rushed her from all sides. He knew he would loose some, but in the process, he would capture Linaya. Then his fun would truly begin.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Linaya caught up with another of Caleb's soldiers, and he somehow managed to put up a decent fight until her superior skills got the better of him, and he fell from his horse which darted away into the woods. Once more she turned her attention to the fighters ahead, but they seemed to be focused on attacking her troops rather than taking her head-on.

It didn't matter.

Her own soldiers were more than capable of handling them.

Caleb suddenly rode forward, and Linaya raised her sword in defense as he attacked, but she knew it wasn't meant to be a serious attempt on her life.

He wanted her attention... and she wanted his head. Linaya followed him into the woods, pressing her advantage as he retreated like a coward, parrying each of her attacks or avoiding them completely.

"Fight me, you coward!" she barked, thrusting her sword at him once again.

Her attacks, however, were becoming a bit sluggish, even if she was too blind to see it. Too late did she realize that Caleb had led her right into a trap, cutting her off from support as his men circled around her from the rear. Linaya was able to fight off the initial assault as they moved against her, but it didn't take long for them to disarm her and knock her off her horse. She landed with a thud on the hard ground, and she felt several pairs of hands grab her arms and lift her up violently onto her feet.

"Ngh, let go of me!" she commanded, but then she felt a swift kick to the back of her knee and she fell down to the ground again. She tried to fight them off as they held her down, and although she put up a good fight there were just too many of them.

Soon they had even removed her ornate helmet, freeing her golden hair while her emerald eyes searched around angrily for their commander.

 

[marauder13]

Caleb sat back as his men dealt with Linaya. As he suspected, she handled herself well, and more than one of his men would be needing time away from the fighting to heal. But numbers made the day, and soon she was on the ground, held tightly by his men.

"Ngh, let go of me!"

Those words sounded like music to his ears. Buoyantly, he slide out of his saddle and walked over to the kneeling leader. In the background, the sounds of fighting continued; men swearing, steel ringing against steel. Caleb grinned broadly as he looked into the green eyes that seemed to almost fume as she looked back at him.

"You have no idea how pleased I am to see you again, Linaya." His right fist slammed into the side of her face. The harsh, stabbing pain in his knuckles was worth it. He grabbed her chin hard, and pulled her face back to look at him. "I wont let you forget about how Atlon foreswore her honour by abusing their hospitality." He turned to the highest ranked soldier near her. "Strip her of everything, and bind the prisoner for transport. Also, she is not to be played with."

"Sir!" The soldier saluted. "You heard our Lord, get her out of that."

Caleb walked over and picked up her sword, turning back to give Linaya a knowing look. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the grin lessened in size, but took on a more sinister appearance. Still carrying her sword, he remounted his horse, and rode back to where the fighting was occurring.

Her men were good, as the show of Morgan liveried bodies attested, but the position of his troops and their initial advantage of numbers had made the difference. They were holding their own now, and the tide of battle could go either way. He rode into the clear a little, and two of the Atlon soldiers turned to ride to engage him. He held Linaya's sword aloft, and the men slowed.

"Your leader is down." Caleb threw the sword into the ground, the point easily sliding into the ground. He drew his own sword, and charged the two faltering soldiers. A great cry of triumph echoed from the men of Morgan in the woods, and they pressed home their attack on the confused and demoralized soldiers of Atlon.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

"Caleb! Order your... ngh... men to let go of me!"

Linaya looked up from her forced kneeling position on the ground to watch as Caleb unsaddled from his horse and then walked over, a devilish and accomplished grin spread all over his face. It made her sick just to look at him; the way he approached her as if he was the king of the world, master of her fate. Linaya struggled against her captors, but their grip on her body was unyielding.

"You have no idea how pleased I am to see you again, Linaya."

"Yo-"

Linaya started to respond but her words turned into a sharp cry of pain when he lashed out at her and struck the side the side of her face with his clenched fist. It was enough to knock her head to the side, and a tiny bit of blood dripped from her lip as he pulled her face back and forced her to look at him.

"I wont let you forget about how Atlon foreswore her honour by abusing their hospitality."

"You bastard," Linaya responded, and she angrily spat at the ground where he stood, her blood and saliva mixing on the grass and dirt by his feet. Again she struggled against her captors, but they retained their tight grip on her arms and shoulders.

"Strip her of everything, and bind the prisoner for transport. Also, she is not to be played with."

"What?" Linaya cried, her look of hatred replaced with one of shock and alarm. "Caleb! You can't do that! Caleb!"

Linaya at first looked towards the leader, but then as the men holding her pulled her back onto her feet she began to fight against them.

"No! Let go of me! Get your hands off me!"

Linaya tried to pull her arms free, but Caleb's men succeeded in keeping her restrained long enough for them to pull her armor off... bit by bit. They removed her metal gauntlets and vambraces, tossing them into a pile to be joined later by her shoulderguards and legplates. She thought, perhaps, that they might be gracious enough to leave her with some shred of dignity, but to her utter dismay they began tearing at her lighter clothes underneath.

"NO!" she cried a bit louder, blushing fiercely as they pulled at her shirt, untying it in some places and simply ripping it in others. One of the soldiers stepped in front of her and hooked his fingers inside the neckline of her shirt, and her eyes opened wide with alarm when he pulled down violently, tearing it open and causing her massive breasts to spill out against her chest.

"Look at those fucking things," Linaya heard one of the men say as her tits finally settled against her chest, and her cheeks flushed even more as they continued to strip her down.

It didn't take long before the soldiers had stripped her of all her clothing and gear, and they seemed to take great delight in the way she cried and squirmed in protest when they pulled down her leggings and tore off her white panties to expose her glistening pussy lips and her fleshy butt cheeks.

Never before had Linaya been so completely and utterly humiliated.

But it wouldn't end there.

The soldiers that had stripped her soon came forward bearing metal restraints, and they bound her hands together behind her back with 2-inch heavy metal shackles, the short length of chains between them keeping her from moving her hands too far apart. Perhaps worse than that was the leash and collar they soon attached to her neck, and she felt more like a slave than a prisoner of war while they waited for their leader to return.

 

[marauder13]

Caleb knew that being a great leader had its drawbacks. The slightest sign of trouble, or other mishap, and the morale of those who follow drops. The soldiers of Atlon were no different. The sight of their commander's blade thrust into the ground made them all think the same thing.

Linaya was dead.

In the moments of confusion and despair, the soldiers of Morgan wasted little time or effort in pressing their advantage. Men of Atlon fell to the ground, gravely wounded or dead while they tried to rally their emotions. By the time they had reformed into the rather effective fighting force they were, the advantage had gone over to the men of Morgan. Systematically, the Atlon troops were killed. Some of his men gathered the stray mounts, while others made sure those on the ground were actually dead.

"You men, go to the nearest village and find a peasant woman who has a body like Linaya's. Then bring her back to me." Caleb rode up, gathering her sword. "The rest of you, come back to where were are gathered when you're done here."

Caleb slowly rode back to where he had left Linaya. He was hot, bloodied, though none of it was his. He had lost too many of his men, but in return all of Linaya's command were slain, and he had her as his captive. It would have been worth it is he had been the only survivor. He rode into the clearing, enjoying seeing the naked back of Linaya. He slid of his horse, and strode up to her from behind. He grabbed a handful of her golden locks, and pulled her head back sharply.

"No, I believe you said I can't do something? That's right, I can't strip you, or have you stripped. Well," he paused to pull her back further to look at her enormous breasts, "it would appear that you are wrong."

He let go of her hair, an walked around in front of her, staring opening at her features openly displayed for his pleasure. He stepped forward, taking one of the grand orbs in his hand, squeezing it, move the flesh around and testing the reactions of the nipple that crowned it.

"You fellows," Caleb pointed to those not holding onto Linaya, "go and ready a pyre. We will have to properly honour the fallen General of Atlon. Once it is ready, find as many of her men as possible, and lay them out as her honour guard about the pyre."

He turned back to look at her, his joy at having her exactly where he wanted her shone on his face. His hand cupped her chin, ensuring that she was looking at him.

"Now, it's going to take a little while for them to get the pyre ready, so you and I have a little time on our hands. I would hate to let such a time as this go to waste, don't you?"

He delivered a hard blow to her abdomen with his free hand, following it with another from the hand that had held her chin. He moved far enough to kick the back of her legs, sending her to knees. He roughly pushed her head onto the ground, pressing it down. He rather cruelly inserted a finger into her nether region, working it vigorously until he was sure that she was ready for what he had planned with her next.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Bound though she was, Linaya could see and hear almost everything that was going on around her, and she cried for the lives of her men as they were routed. She had failed them... she had been foolish to think that she could cut off the head of the dragon and save her kingdom. It was all her fault. All her fault.

"Ahhh!"

Linaya cried out in pain as someone grabbed her hair from behind, and when her head was jerked back she saw that it was Caleb that was holding her. She winced when he pulled back even more, and her large breasts stuck out even further into the open air as pain coursed through her entire body.

Thankfully he let go a moment later, and her body straightened out while he moved in front of her.

"No, I believe you said I can't do something? That's right, I can't strip you, or have you stripped. Well...it would appear that you are wrong."

"Y-you'll pay for what you've done. I s-swear it," Linaya managed to say before he reached forward and grabbed one of her tits.

Linaya whined as he squeezed her flesh, moving it around against her chest before toying with her sensitive nipple.

"Stop! D-Don't t-touch me th-there..."

Linaya's cheeks became flushed red with embarrassment again as he cupped her face and forced him to look at her, and it was like looking into the face of pure evil. She hated him with every fiber of her being.

"Now, it's going to take a little while for them to get the pyre ready, so you and I have a little time on our hands. I would hate to let such a time as this go to waste, don't you?"

Before she could respond, Caleb planted one of his fists into her gut, causing her to double over in pain before he struck her again with his other hand, roughly in the same place. Incredible pain wracked her body, and she closed her eyes as her muscles reeled from the sudden and harsh punishment. Linaya cried out again as Caleb moved behind her and kicked at the back of her legs, forcing her down onto her knees again before she was shoved violently towards the ground, face first into the dirt.

With her body pinned down on the ground, there was very little Linaya could do to keep him from further humiliating her. His next act of defilement was to force his fingers inside her pussy, wiggling them around until she became incredibly wet.

"Nnhnnn... stop!" Linaya cried out, tears running down the side of her dirty face as her own body betrayed her.

 

[marauder13]

It didn't take Caleb long to get Linaya ready to entertain him. She was damp to start with, and it took very little effort to bring her to the point of being soaking wet.

"Nnhnnn... stop!"

"Hmmm.... no."

He heard her sex slurp about his finger as he pulled it out. Chuckling and grinning broadly, he theatrically licked the juice from his finger in one slow swipe.

"Hmmmm... quite tasty." The men about them laughed, and a few applauded. The man holding the leash was moved forward to continue to hold Linaya's head in place. Caleb walked behind Linaya, and quickly worked at removing his breeches enough to free his erect cock. He pushed her legs apart as he lowered himself to his knees amidst the cheers and catcalls of his troops who were not busy elsewhere. His hands came to rest on her solid muscle covered hips.

"Now, about paying for what I have done..." He placed himself at her entrance and thrust himself into her deeply with one swift motion. "Great Gods! No wonder Alaric wanted her so badly." He dropped his voice to a more normal volume. "I am paying right now, Linaya, for what I have done. For going to an honourable kingdom, and getting treated with dishonour by those you would have married into." Each of the key words was emphasized by a forceful thrust that slammed into her ass, rocking her entire body violently.

He felt how firmly her body closed about his cock. She was definitely creating waves of good physical sensations. He allowed himself to fuck her roughly, enjoying everything her body was offering him. But he came to a stop, fully buried within her.

"But letting Alaric keep you, Linaya, would have been a waste of epic proportions. You need a real man, a warrior, to fully enjoy this body of yours. There is so much that you can give and take that Alaric would never be able to deliver or discover."

Caleb resumed fucking Linaya to his benefit. His thrusts were hard and fast, and he focused on what he needed from her. He was surprised at how quickly he got her ready. If it was from the heat of battle, or she deep down lusted for him, he wasn't sure. Neither did he care. He took her with the lust a man has for a good looking woman. He took her like a man who needed the release. He took her like she had no choice but to take it.

His men's calls and encouragement grew louder as it became clear that Caleb was nearing his peak. He moved in an almost frenzied manner until he exploded within her clutching confines. Loud cheering filled the wooded area they were in as Caleb continued to fill Linaya with his seed. He withdrew, breathing heavily and stood up.

"Men of Morgan, there are those of your number that have made what I have done possible today. These men risked their very lives to bring this woman to where she is now. As the generous Lord I am, each man who assisted in her capture shall have the right to use her body for their pleasure, here and now. Go by rank, fuck her once." He stepped back, pausing for a moment. "But paint her face instead of filling her further."

His men cheered, those responsible cheering the loudest. The sergeant who's troop caught Linaya was the first of the men to claim his prize on Linaya's body.


As the last man of those who caught her sprayed Linaya's dirt streaked face with his cum, the raiders returned with their prize. In front of the trooper was a woman that could have passed for Linaya at 30 feet on a clear day. She was quickly dropped to the ground, where Caleb hauled her up by her hair.

"We found her hiding in the woods near one of the villages. We grabbed her and no one heard or saw it, My Lord."

"Remarkable. Truly remarkable." Still holding her by her hair, he dragged the other woman into the clearing where the rest of his men waited. He let go of the woman's hair, then tore the clothing off her.

"For those of you not privileged to have captured Linaya, take this one instead. Don't bother waiting to have her alone. Get what you can of her while there is time. I want everyone ready to go once the last man has had his go with the Atlon woman. Gather all the horses that we can. We'll bring those with us."

He walked back to Linaya, brutally hauling her up onto her knees. "But before we leave, we'll need to send off the Atlon general properly." He turned her cum covered face to look at the readied pyre.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Linaya actually whimpered as Caleb continued his assault on her pussy, wiggling his finger around while her body soaked it with her juices. Relief only came when he pulled it out, but she still felt completely violated when he raised his hand to his mouth and licked his finger clean with her tongue. Tears continued to roll down her face, but Linaya was once again filled with rage and contempt towards Caleb and his men.

But the pain and torment Linaya would have to endure wouldn't end there...

Caleb had moved behind her and had forced her legs apart after he had undressed himself, and the young warrior could feel his rough hands press down against the sides of her body, and before she could utter a single word of protest she felt his incredible cock split her open, pushing deep inside her with one savage thrust. Linaya cried harder at that moment than anytime before, and her tears continued to pour down her face as he slammed into her mercilessly. Her entire body shook whenever he thrust into her, the sound of his strong thighs slapping against her ass filling her ears.

Linaya's eyes were closed as Caleb had his way with her, enjoying the tightness of her pussy and the way her body bounced unwillingly against his cock. The words her spoke to her cut deep into her heart, making her feel even more ashamed at what was happening to her before he picked up the pace and began fucking her even harder, using her as nothing more than a sheathe for his cock.

It was becoming too much for her to handle.

He was being so... rough with her.

She wanted him to pull out... she pleaded with him... but he ignored her cries and continued to thrust into her, his heavy balls slapping against her from underneath. He continued to fuck her even as his seed began shooting up through his shaft to pour into her womb, and Linaya wanted nothing more than to die. Caleb's men cheered as their master claimed his prize, filling her tight depths with his hot cum and emptying his balls before pulling out and stepping away. His seed soon began to leak out from her cunt, dripping down to coat the soil underneath her ass. Linaya cried in shame... but it was not over yet.

Caleb allowed each of his soldiers, or rather those responsible for her capture, to use her body for their pleasure, with the stipulation that they release their seed on her body rather than inside her.

The once proud and mighty warrior of Atlon was held in place while each of the men fucked her raw, pounding her cunt viciously before pulling out and shooting their load on her face. Most of the soldiers took their time with her, their rough hands holding onto her hips as they rutted her good and hard. She cried as their cocks tore into her cunt, using her as nothing more than a simple cocksheath to jerk their dicks off before pulling out and then spraying their hot seed all over her. They laughed as her fat tits bounced around against her chest, her arms and legs held out to the side so that she couldn't hide her shame.

By the time they were finished, Linaya's fleshy ass was beet red and her face was covered in spunk. She had been fucked absolutely senseless, so much so that when Caleb came forward again and lifted her up onto her knees, she would have fallen over again had he not been holding onto her.

Through watery eyes she saw the funeral pyre, but she made no more attempts for leniency.

She yearned for death...

 

[marauder13]

Caleb had only needed to wait for less than 30 seconds before his men finally dragged the peasant woman over to where he held Linaya. he raised himself to his full height, still clutching Linaya's hair in his hand. The other woman showed signs of being well used by his men, cum running down her legs as well as dripping off her chin. She looked like she was shock; her eyes were glazed over and she was not noticing much going on around her.

Caleb looked over at the sergeant, nodding his head for the man to take over holding Linaya up. The soldier walked up, grabbing her hair and allowing Morgan to free his hand. He drew his dagger, and with little warning to anyone, cut the woman's throat deeply. The men holding her let her go, and she dropped to the ground, her life's blood watering the grass.

"Go and dump the body on the pyre, and light it. We will pay our respects to the fallen General of Atlon, then proceed home. Something tells me that the Atlon army will loose some of it's backbone knowing their golden haired general is no longer with them."

Caleb cleaned the blade before putting it back in it's sheath. He stood quietly as his men carried the corpse of the peasant woman to the pyre, then set it ablaze. Caleb then drew himself to attention, his men slowly mimicking his stance. Once the blaze started to char the corpse's flesh, Caleb hauled Linaya to her feet.

"Men, time for us to get back to Morgan. We don't want to loose this magnificent prize after the hard work you men put in." There were cheers and calls. Everyone headed for their horses, a few men gathering up ropes attached to the spare horses. Caleb mounted his stead, and one of his men helped Linaya up in front of him in the saddle. The saddle horn pressed against Linaya's nether regions, occasionally pressing against her clit. "Don't worry, Linaya. It wont be a long ride back to Morgan. I'll make sure that you have suitable quarters for your initial stay. But in time, you will share my bed, and all the pleasures that I will give you."

A soft kick from his heels got his horse moving, and the rest of his men formed up and followed him. They rode through the forest quickly and carefully, reaching the lands of Morgan without meeting up with any other troops of Atlon. It took them a further two hours to reach the camp of the main body of Morgan. Soldiers raced up to Caleb to take his mount when he dismounted. Caleb shoved Linaya off the horse, the man closest catching her and righting her on her feet. Caleb sprang down lightly.

"Take the woman and chain her in my tent. No one is to touch her in any manner." He lifted his voice to allow him to be heard by those close by. "Men of Morgan, we have achieved a great victory today. General Linaya was killed in battle. Word will spread of her death within the soldiers of Atlon. They have paid a heavy price for their treachery, and they will suffer further when we meet on the field of battle."

One soldier took Linaya away, leading her to a tent where two soldiers stood guard. They didn't move as he took her past. They didn't even look at her natural assets so clearly on display. She was taken over to the main pole supporting the tent. He found a length of chain and secured Linaya to the pole via her collar. He left her alone in a sparsely filled tent; a cot, a table and a chair were the only furniture sitting on the rugs that made up the floor.

Caleb spoke to his captains, confirming that the army was ready, deployed properly for the coming battle. He was pleased with the efforts of his senior commanders, and returned to his tent to relax before the main battle with Atlon. He entered his tent, pausing just inside the entrance to enjoy looking at Linaya's naked and curvacious body.

"And to think that you were going to waste all of that on Alric. Luckily, that's not going to happen to you. You are going to learn the fullest possibilities of your body. Together, we will reach such great heights of carnal delights. You'll love it, too." He dropped down before Linaya, grabbing her face and turning it towards him. "You're a warrior. You need another warrior to tap that passion and fire within you. That is what I am going to do. Your fate is to be mine loyal bed partner, doing whatever I desire of you."