"Take What You Want, Keep What You Can, Destroy What Remains" (closed)

[CutiePie1997]

"Take What You Want,
Keep What You Can,
Destroy What Remains"

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The World was in turmoil.

A population explosion, spurred by agricultural advances and understanding of healthy living, had led to Villages, Towns, Counties, and Baronies coming into violent competition for land. Death and destruction abounded as ambitious and sometimes brutal Nobles and Warrior Chieftains led their forces against their enemies or even their friends in an effort to conquer, occupy, and exploit an ever diminishing quantity of lands.

Of course, this was all happening far away from the quiet, peaceful, and dramatically beautiful Alice Springs, very near which Mayima lived. Wading through the water and partaking of the solitude, she was accompanied by only the birds, fish, and other smaller creatures that populated the isolated location. The gentle play of the animals on, under, and above the cold spring waters made her smile and giggle at times.

Life was good. Life was peaceful.

That was about to change.

Ironically, it had been foretold for years that that change was destined.

Mayima looked up from her toying of a crayfish with her toes at the sound of the approaching hoof falls of a fast moving horse. The big animal slowed to a walk, continuing onward until it and its rider came into view at the rise over the pool.

Hiding her nakedness by only barely covering her bosom behind her forearms and turning in profile to him, Mayima simply stared at the man for a long moment, studying him.

She had been away from The World for quite some time, but the woman who appeared to be no more than two decades in age knew in an instant who and what this man was. Oh, she didn't know his name. But the leather design, the weapons, the horse's tack, and just the look in the man's eyes told her he had been a member of the Black Guard before its liquidation.

The Black Guard had been the elite warrior force of Lord Barrab, who at one time had been the more powerful Noble in all The World. Never in history had one man controlled so much territory, ruled so many people, or commanded such a large army.

But there was a saying in The World: hostis meus hostis est meus amicus,, or the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Nobles and Warrior Chieftains who hadn't yet fallen under Barrab's power joined forces and struck at the wannabe-Emperor's towns and cities, burning them to the ground and killing tens, maybe hundreds of thousands of men, women, and children. Barrab had spent 20 years building his Empire, only to have it destroyed in just over 9 months.

And the Black Guard? It had been destroyed as well, for the most part. Being seen in the uniform of Barrab's elite warrior force was enough to cause a crowd of simple villagers to take up arms and commit the most heinous acts of violence. Those Guard who weren't killed shed the uniform, trading in their trademark black steeds for lesser animals if keeping a mount at all.

Some of the Guard quietly joined other military units, while others faded away to begin new lives as farmers, ranchers, smiths, or fisherman, eager to forget their past lives and move onto new ones.

The man sitting tall in the saddle of the beautiful horse hadn't simply faded away. It had been four years since the fall of Barrab and the rise of mayhem and madness across The World. The Black Guard had been gone nearly as long. And yet this man still wore the uniform, still rode the horse, still carried the swords, any one of which had likely put him in danger with others he met along the road over that time.

Mayima couldn't help but wonder if perhaps this was the man for whom she'd been waiting for far too long. She had a destiny, foretold by a prophecy told to her by a Seer when she was but a little girl. That prophecy centered on a man of bravery whose morals were ... questionable. That hadn't been the word the Seer had used, but Mayima had understood the meaning of her lengthy and flowery description.

She spoke to the man in a tongue with which he couldn't possibly be familiar, let alone understand. Then, switching to Common, she gestured toward a small fire pit to his left a few yards, saying, "There is food if you are hungry, water if you are thirsty, a warm blanket on soft ground if you are tired."

Then, lowering her arms to expose her firm orbs and their swollen pink nipples while also turning a bit his direction to reveal her crotch -- hairless as a baby's bottom due to forces the man wouldn't understand -- Mayima said with a slight smile, "There is everything here a man would want or need ... or desire ... if he was willing to pay the price to have it."

 

[Homerun2611]

Dorek Adarason

Dorek Adarason was riding alone, keeping vigil just as he had for the last three years. He was a man who would grow through legend to take on many names over the centuries ahead, the most renown personna perhaps being Sir Galahad, the pure knight in Arthurian romance, son of Lancelot du Lac and Elaine (daughter of Pelles), who achieved the vision of God through the Holy Grail.

The son of Adara, the virgin bride of God, he was perhaps the only person alive who believed and defended his mother, even though he never knew her. Adara had born her cherished Dorek, so named gift from God, out of wedlock at the age of 14, not unlike the blessed Mary herself. But in her case, there was no Joseph, no man at all, she had been shunned and gone into gone into hiding, taken in by forest gnomes, where she died during childbirth.

The gnomes had told Dorek of his birthright, his mother's proclamations, her beauty, and her love. The name Dorek actually had two meanings, gift of God, and forged from the timbers of the mighty oak. Both names suited the boy as he grew, by the time he was 12 he was already nearly six feet tall, and 155 pounds of muscle, an early bloomer with hair already sprouting on his testacles and chin, the gnomes knew he was destined for a greater purpose.

So it was, in not even his teens, he was introduced to Sevilla, the leader of the blackguard as they camped near the gnome dwelling. Seville saw the strength and promise of the young man immediately. While initially a squire, he was a quick learner, and by the time he was 15 he stood his current six foot four inches, and 215 pounds of muscle, he could outduel and joust any of the more experienced of the Guard. He was handpicked by Seville to be his eventual successor, little did Seville know that he would die defending Lord Barab, a knife put through his back from one of Lord Barab's chief ministers, and by the time he died, there would be nothing to succeed.

As luck would have it, Dorek and two of his Guardian brothers had been on the far west coast of the kingdome, having just defeated one of the noble forces and supposedly extending the western perimeter for Lord Barab. They had been on their way back when they were ambushed by a small army of the insurrection. The initial attack had seen an arrow go through the man on Dorek's right, and as they fought off the ambush his other partner was also slain. Since that time, as far as Dorek knew, what if any of the remaining black guard had disbanded and gone into hiding. All, but him, that was.

Was it a death wish? Perhaps. Dorek had no other identity as an adult than as a black guard, he wore it with pride, and although it certainly put a target on his back, it was also the identity with which he wanted to die if it was God's will. Dorek had made a pledge, a promise to protect Lord Barab, and now that pledge ahd turned to protect the weak, the needy. The forces that had combined to defeat Lord Barab, absent any true leadership and only motivated by the opportunity of personal wealth, had quickly fragmented back into a series of small, warring fiefdoms.

It had been nearly three days that Dorek had been riding as he approached the spring. His horse, Donner, had sensed the water and picked up his gallup before stopping short as Dorek spotted the maiden. The woman was beautiful, there was no doubt, the most beautiful he had seen. Dorek had been offered pleasures of the flesh often, a bounty roundly enjoyed by others of the Guard. Seville had warned Dorek of the way women could weaken the legs and conviction of a true warrior, and thus, so far in his life he had abstained, staying pure in mind and spirit. Yet, the visual was stunning and he sensed and unfamiliar stirring in his loins.

As the woman turned toward him, revealing herself, he took it not as a sign of seduction, but rather trust. He nodded, "I take it the spring is safe for drinking?" He led Doren, meaning thunder for the ferocious way his steed thundered across the lands, to the water, and as the horse drank, so did he cup his hands and drink as well. Their was something magical, medicinal in the water, and he felt the cuts and bruises that were scattered throughout his body, suddenly heal.

To see a woman like her, and not be consumed with want was rare, but so would she learn was Dorek. "My lady, it has been days since I have eaten or slept with shelter, if you might be so kind, do you know where I might be able to avail myself of such?"

 

[CutiePie1997]

Mayima strolled through the shallow water in the direction of the stranger, the full frontal view of her physical beauty displayed to him. Only when she was nearly within arms reach did she turn to her right and continue to the shore, where she collected and donned a sheer robe of the finest silk. It reached the ground, covering her in one sense while still leaving her womanly curves on full display.

"Eat, drink," she said, gesturing to food on a flat stone just aside from the flames, keeping the offerings warmed. There was no fauna, only flora; Mayima did not eat the flesh of the Gods' beasts, not deer or rabbits, not fish or bird, not snail or worm. She gestured to the bed of cut grasses beneath a blanket, telling the stranger, "You may rest here when you have sated your appetite..."

Then looking to him with a knowing expression, she clarified, "...your belly's appetite."

She studied him as he partook of the offering, introducing herself, "I am Mayima..."

She pronounced it my-ee-muh without hinting at any accent due to any of the syllables, continuing, "Mayima of Kirijini."

The Kirijini of which she specifically spoke had been a village on the largest of the islands of the archipelago by the same name, located in the Great Sandy Sea in the west of The World. Few had ever heard of the islands, let alone the village; even fewer had ever visited the island or village and lived to tell of it, for reasons that were only the stuff of fables.

A fly had landed on the visitor as Mayima had been introducing herself, and after lifting off into the air it had flown her direction. With the flash of almost impossible speed, she snagged a insect from the air in a hand that did not crush. She casually lifted the hand to her ear to listen to the fly buzzing, trapped within her palm and fingers. Her gaze remained on the stranger for a long moment before she smiled knowingly.

"You are the Black Guard Dorek..." she began as if the bug in her hand had learned of who Dork was simply by landing upon him and was now sharing that information with her. "...son of Adara the Pure."

Mayima could see the surprise in Dorek's face at the knowledge she shouldn't have had but most certainly did. The secret of his creation had been for him and Forest Gnomes alone, so how was it that she knew this of him? Could the fly really have told her such secrets? Had she heard the story from the Gnomes themselves? If so, how did she know that the child of those tales was this man standing before her now?

She wasn't going to explain, whether Dorek asked or not, as revealing such a truth to him was of no importance to Mayima. Instead she only said, "Eat, drink, and rest, for at sundown, our journey begins."

Mayima had nothing more to say to Dorek now, turning away to put her back and delicious ass to him and walked toward the very near thick forest. In only a few steps, she disappeared into the foliage so suddenly that one would not have been faulted for believing that she'd actually vanished into thin air.

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It was nearly pitch dark with only the full moon and a sky full of stars giving illumination when Mayima appeared before Dorek again. She wore a long, flowing cape of thick, red cloth, the collar of it rising high behind her head; her hair was gathered high on the back of her skull in an intricate display of flowers typically only seen upon the head of a bride or a Noblewoman.

"You will ride north from this place, to the coast of the Davenport Sea," she told him with a demanding tone. "You will continue to the village of Madonna della Libera, where you will find an Inn named The Roasted Crow. There, you will ask for a woman called Endith. You will do as she commands."

Mayima stepped up close to Dorek, reached a hand out, and pressed her palm and splayed fingers to his muscular chest, directly over his heart. He would feel a surge of energy through his body that would cause him to understand that his destiny rode with this woman he'd only just met and certainly did not know.

"Leave now, and stop for no reason," she told him before backing away a step. She finished, "I will be with you shortly."

And then she turned ... and disappeared into the night.

 

[Homerun2611]

Dorek admired the beautiful woman as she approached him. He could not help it, for never had he seen such beauty, let alone in its natural and simply spectacular form. Never in is life had Dorek enjoyed or even been particularly tempted by pleasures of the flesh. He had been trained that the abstention of such was necessary to be a truly great warrior.

In truth the warning had been self serving, his mentor, seeing the virile and handsome warrior was concerned that should women know his availability he would be so besieged by offerings he might never have a desire to fight for Lord Barrab again. Thus, Dorek was confused by his body's reaction to the sight of the naked woman, how it made his heart beat faster, and a throbbing and almost painful constraint in his trousers. Yet the thought of acting on any of this, never crossed his mind.

He drank gluttonously from the spring, as did Donner. He had wrung the last few droplets from his waterskin almost 8 hours earlier that day, and as he knelt down to drink he was near delirious form dehydration. All he sought was food and perhaps some type of shelter. "Eat, drink,...You may rest here when you have sated your appetite..." He looked around, he neither smelled nor saw the familiar signs of the food he was used to, meat turning on spit, or a pot, being put to boil. He was a hunter and gatherer, so this vegetarian display, was quite new and unsual, albeit, he would soon find, surprisingly tasty and filling.

She clearly mistook the look in his eyes, or perhaps he failed to realize what his eyes were already considering, "...your belly's appetite." Dorek stood up, and bowed his head in respect. "Fair maiden, you have nothing to fear, I...have never been tempted by pleasures of the flesh, it is my duty to protect those such as yourself, and please know, that I would defend your virtue with my last dying breath, if necessary. It would be my honor."

This answer must have pleased her as she put on her robe, which only served to accentuate the lines and curves of her body. "I am Mayima...Mayima of Kirijini." During his work in the Guard he had traveled nearly the entirety of the New World, yet he did not know Kirijini. He was about to introduce himself when Mayima did the most wonderous, yet odd thing. A fly that had moments before been purched and then shewed by Dorek, was snatch in the air by Mayima in graceful but deadly way. Except she did not kill it, as he expected, instead she....listened?

"You are the Black Guard Dorek..." she began as if the bug in her hand had learned of who Dork was simply by landing upon him and was now sharing that information with her. "...son of Adara the Pure." Dorek could not help but chuckle, "And you learned this from the fly?" Mayima showed no acknowledgement of the joke or the statement.

"Yes, I am Dorek, the son of Adara, although sadly I never knew my mother. I was raised in the woods by kindly gnomes, but I became a man within the Guard. I come from nowhere in truth, my home is where I am at tthe moment and where ai travel with Donner." Dorek turned and acknowledged his glorious and faithful steed. "Thank you for your kindness, let me know how I might repay you?" However, even before his last words were spoken she had turned to walk away and as if his eyes played tricks on him, she seemed to vanish at the very edge of the forest. He was even more tired than he realized.

He did find the ability to eat heartily of the vegetarian display, enjoying it more than he thought he might, and once full, peeled off his armor, revealing his naked, and muscled torso, spreading his shirt as a blanket before lying down on his bed of hay and quickly falling fast asleep. Despite just having met her, his dreams were full of the woman from the spring!

The rustling of the breeze on her cape awoke Dorek with a start, but his eyes quickly focused on the reappearance of the beautiful woman, now adorned in a cape and hair styling of much pageantry.

He stood and moved toward her, as she did he. "You will ride north from this place, to the coast of the Davenport Sea," she told him with a demanding tone. "You will continue to the village of Madonna della Libera, where you will find an Inn named The Roasted Crow. There, you will ask for a woman called Endith. You will do as she commands." He should have questioned, or even objected. Yes, she had given him shelter, but who was she to command him as such? But then, she place a hand on his chest, and he felt a purpose overwhelm his body.

He had been searching so long, a nomad in search of a destiny, and in that single touch, he sensed that destiny he sought was here in front of him. "Leave now, and stop for no reason," she told him before backing away a step. She finished, "I will be with you shortly."

He watched as she turned and once again vanished as if becoming the air herself. He did not delay a moment, a soldier, given an order, there was no reason for delay. Within five minutes, one last drink for Donner and the filling of skins and he was off, it was a two day ride to the Davenport Sea, he knew it well.

The roads in these times were treacherous, and not once, not twice but thrice their were small parties of robbers, 2's and 3's and 4's who tried to rob him. He did enjoy the looks in their eyes when the recognized the uniform of the black guard. The reaction was nearly always the same, "We thought you were gone or dead but you will be ...." But before they finished their well intended but idle threat, they were generally subdued. Only once of the three times was it necessary to shed blood. There were four, all determined to kill him with swords, knives and anything else. One after the other he ran his sword through them, not even breaking a sweat. As a fighter he had no peer, even a small battalion was no real match.

He was nearly as tired as the day in the spring when he finally rode into Madonna della Libera, a town of perhaps a dozen buildings no more. The most prominent of which was the Roasted Crow, there were six horses tied up front, all drinking and eating from large troughs of oats and water. "Enjoy my boy..." he gave Donner a friendly slap, once again the horse had served him well, and he entered the building.

It was an inn, but also a brothel, however there was ale and food to be had. He would refresh soon enough, but he knew his orders, and as he went to the bar, he saw the heads turn in recognition of the uniform and the mountain of a man it contained. "May I speak with Endith? I am told I might find her here?"

 

[CutiePie1997]

The Roasted Crow was a popular stop for the most hideous of men. Most Innkeepers would not have wanted such characters as patrons, but despite the troubles that came with them, their Copper, Silver, and Gold was just as sought after as those coins carried by better men.

The patrons this night included wanted Highwaymen, local Madonna della Libera Toughs, the Enforcers of the local Chieftain, and the Soldiers of the local Noble Lord, a man who called himself Count Elias. They all sat at tables in distant corners, such that they could watch each of the other groups with suspicion and watch the door for any other possible dangers.

The chatting, laughing, and flirting with the Inn's whores came to a sudden stop as the stranger wearing what looked like but certainly couldn't be Black Guard armor and weapons entered and headed for the bar.

"May I speak with Endith?" Dorek asked of the barkeep. "I am told I might find her here?"

"You might," the man said, his gaze shifting quickly left and right to each of the groups of men, anticipating imminent trouble. He saw hands shifting to the hilts of swords and daggers and one man trying to casually pull an arrow from his nearby quiver as he reached his other hand to his bow, leaning into the wall's corner. He whispered almost imperceptibly, "You should go. Quickly."

The barkeep backed away, then turned and hurried off into the tavern's kitchen. Count Elias's soldiers had begun rising from their seats, the most confident of the armed men.

But then a confident, booming female voice called out from the landing at the top of the stairs, "I'm sure that a wanderer asking for Endith by name will be afforded the time needed to eat, drink, and be merry before someone cuts him open and spills blood upon the clean floors of my own Inn."

She began descending the stairs, giving Dorek his first clear look at the woman he'd come to meet. She was huge, as tall as he with a dramatically hourglass shaped body complete with massive breasts, an almost impossibly narrow waist, wide child bearing hips, and long legs that were well displayed by a dress that was cut up the front all the way pass the lacy panties gracing her crotch.

To say that she was likely a whore was easy, and to imagine that she was the whore of whores could just as easily be thought, too. She was halfway down the case, her hips swaying, her legs reaching out to one step after another, exposing them thighs high, when one of the Noble's soldiers stated the obvious.

"This man is a Black Guard, a follower of Emperor Barrab, and as such has a price on his head."

"Yes, yes, yes," Endith said dismissively, "and you can feel free to cut his head off later and go collect your reward..."

Now at the main floor, she turned toward Dorek, smiling wide to him as if she was seeing a long lost friend after so many years. She finished with the soldier, "...but right now, I am going to have a drink with him and talk about how a man who looks so intelligent could be so reckless."

Endith snapped her fingers in the air, and in a flash the Barkeep had returned and was pouring two glasses of liqueur from an exotic bottle he'd pulled from below the counter, a specialty no one else in this town had ever been afforded.

The subject of Dorek's trek took a long moment to inspect him, both with her eyes and her hands. She ran fingertips over his leather armor and even along the hilts of his weapons, smiling wider as the moment lengthened.

"I haven't seen a Black Guard in, oh, three, maybe four years," Endith told Dorek. She licked her lips suggestively, adding, "I haven't had one put his cock inside me in longer than that. Is that why you've come to Endith?"

She knew a roll in the sack wasn't the man's reason for being here, but it was still enjoyable to hear his response to her lurid suggestion. Mayima had sent him, that was a given, even if Dorek didn't tell her himself.

Endith glanced about the room again, seeing more than half of the patrons now on their feet, readying to either attack or defend, depending upon the situation to be unveiled. She looked into Dorek's eyes for a long, meaningful gaze, then explained as easily as if she was giving directions to the local Apothecary, "The Guard with the red mane is the leader. If you put a dagger in him..."

As she said it, she looked to the Barkeep with a knowing expression, and he inconspicuously slipped a blade as long as Dorek's forearm onto the bar under a cleaning towel. Endith continued, "...and then kill the rogue to your left, the one with the ugly scar as well as the gent directly behind you with the purple cape ... the others will likely run for the door as quick as you can ask me How much for an hour upstairs?"

 

[Homerun2611]

The Roasted Crow was not exactly what Dorek expected, nor was it a big surprise. The one thing every hamlet, no matter how small, seemed to require was an inn, a brothel and a saloon, and the Roasted Crow apparently addressed the spectrum, although it was unclear if a bed was available absent the procurement of entertainment?

Nor was Dorek surprised by the the reception of the Crow's patrons. There was a price on his head, a handsome one, not jus his, but any of the Black Guard. However, to the best of his knowledge he may have been the only man still portraying himself as such. The barkeep at least had the kindness to warn him, but again it was unnecessary. He was on a mission, and as always he would either succeed or willing die in the attempt.

He had to admit, even for him, ever since the drink in the spring, he felt a new man, strong, healthy and ready for whatever was forced upon him. He barely turned his head, yet he took in the lay of the land, the man fidgeting with his arrow, the different tables of adversaries and soldiers, unclear as to any alliance between them, other than he being the common enemy. It was fine, there looked to be no more than a baker's dozen, not counting if any were upstairs, those were the most problematic, unseen and having the high ground.

"Thank you Sir, but I'll stay." The words were barely out of his mouth when she appeared, "I'm sure that a wanderer asking for Endith by name will be afforded the time needed to eat, drink, and be merry before someone cuts him open and spills blood upon the clean floors of my own Inn." He looked up and could not help but smile, she was clearly the owner, the Madam, and the woman that Mayima had sent him to seek.

He could only guess that she was quite good at her job, but he did not seek her talents, at least not those in bed, but there was a sexual robustness that was inmistakable and compelling, he was just not that man. One of the men, stated the obvious, as if seeking permission to kill Dorek, to which Endith subtly deferred. "Yes, yes, yes,...and you can feel free to cut his head off later and go collect your reward..."

Dorek chuckled, mouthing "Thanks..." with a sarcastic cock of his brow. The truth was, he had been in far worse, and he had no intention of dying, at least not this day. "...but right now, I am going to have a drink with him and talk about how a man who looks so intelligent could be so reckless." With that Dorek had a drink in front of him, the likes of which he had never encountered, yet despite that he clicked glasses and took a healthy sip. Similar to the Spring, he was not intoxicated, but instead felt a strength and revitalization spread throughout his body.

She ran her hands over him, even checking out his flaccid, yet clearly substantial package. "I haven't seen a Black Guard in, oh, three, maybe four years,...I haven't had one put his cock inside me in longer than that. Is that why you've come to Endith?" He looked her in the eye, but realized she was seeing even more within his. "As tempting as that is, I have not partaken in pleasures of the flesh, as to my purpose, I believe you already know, or you would have let them have at me?"

Suddenly they both sensed the room closing in on them, "If there is to be blood, then I at least shall make a profit...may I assume rightly it is the Guard against..." She scanned the entirety of the room, "...the others? If that be it, than here is the book, two to one, on his survival, every coin bet on the Guard, wins two, every two bet on the group, wins one, I will cover all wagers."

Suddenly there was a flurry of bets, and as they did, she gave counsel. "The Guard with the red mane is the leader. If you put a dagger in him...and then kill the rogue to your left, the one with the ugly scar as well as the gent directly behind you with the purple cape ... the others will likely run for the door as quick as you can ask me How much for an hour upstairs?"

Dorek saw the blade and pulled it from the bar just in time to deflect the arrow from the archer, and with that the battle quickly engaged. Within his armor Dork had a half dozen blades of various types, two long swords and a chakram that split in two and could be thrown with deadly effect. As Endith predicted the red maned man attacked first, but was quickly accompanied by two others coming from the opposite side.

Pulling his two swords Dorek stood his ground, fending off all at first as he learned their approaches. The red mane was strong but all aggression, and when he dove in Dorek gracefully slid to the side, and with a powerful sling of his sword, sent the man's head flying over the bar, nearly hitting the barkeep who barely ducked to avoid the decapitation. Many of the others were not so easy, as they seemingly attacked at all angles, until Dorek was able to jump up on the bar itself and gain some advantage. The scar faced man was actually the third man he killed, the second was a man who came out from one of the rooms upstairs, only to find himself cut clean through by the diamond sharp blade of the chakra.

When the third man went down, Dorek hoped Endith was correct, but she was not. Perhaps the bet added incentive, but the next wave attacked even harder! It was then he saw it flying through the air, a star, intended to cut and wound him, and hit him it did, right in the side of the arm, cutting through the leather of his coat, but then, as it hit his skin, it should have left a deep gash, potentially lethal, but instead it simply bounced off, his skin suddenly having the tensil strength of steel.

How this had happened he did not know, but he looked over at Endith who only smiled, was it the Spring, or the drink or both? He had no time to consider, as a fourth, fifth and sixth attacker advanced!

 

[CutiePie1997]

Endith hadn't meant for the wager she'd offered to put her new friend in more danger than he deserved, yet the bodies continued rushing him. She had stepped away from the fray, out of the danger zone, watching him with great interest: Mayima had chosen well.

Of course, Endith couldn't know that the Practitioner of the Black Arts -- which is what Mayima truly was -- hadn't picked a random man to act as her hero. She couldn't know that Mayima had been waiting for Dorek all her life.

The floor, bar, tables, chairs, even the walls were splattered with blood by the time the last of the men realized the stranger was simply too much for them and fled. From where she stood, Endith let out a long, loud belly laugh that caused her enormous bosom to bounce and roll.

"Well, I guess I won't be collecting my winnings," she remarked about the departure of all those who'd thought their wagers would be easy money. She looked up to the second floor landing, finding half a dozen whores and a few other employees now watching. She gestured, ordering them, "Mop up the blood, dispose of the bodies!"

Then looking to Dorek -- still holding his swords before him -- she said with a smile, "My new friend and I must drink and celebrate."

She gestured him to a lone table sitting in a mezzanine that was her private area, then told the barkeep to bring the bottle and blood-free glasses. Below them, those who served her were dragging the dead -- and in some cases their heads and arms -- out a side door to places unknown.

"Tell me, Black Guard, from where do you come?" Endith asked casually as if the killing of half a dozen men hadn't just happened feet away. At one point, she wiped a fingertip across her bosom, finding a drop of blood about which she'd been unaware. Looking into Dorek's eyes for his reaction, she inserted the finger into her mouth, murmuring, "Tasty."

Even before the last of the dead were removed, the front doors of the Tavern opened and armed men began entering. There would ultimately be 9 of them, and while their clothing -- tunics, slacks, capes in some cases -- were unmatched amongst their numbers, they were similar enough to indicate that they had all come from one original military unit.

"My friends!" Endith called out, gesturing them closer. "Come, come!"

The men were hesitant, on guard; they did venture toward the mezzanine, but as they did so they spread out in a defensive line, as if they expected the earlier battle to erupt once more, this time involving them. Endith stood and descended the three steps, slipping in between and taking the elbows of two of the men in her hands.

"I want to introduce you to your men," she said to Dorek, then -- looking left and right -- said to the men, "I want to introduce you to your Commander."

Most of the men showed little reaction, and those who did only seemed intrigued with Dorek's Black Guard uniform. One of the men on her arm asked, "And what is our new Commander's name?"

From near the door of the Inn, a female voice responded, "He is Dorek of the Black Guard ... son of Adara the Pure ... servant to the slain Emperor Barrab the Wise..."

The voice came from Mayima, of course, who somehow had arrived at Madonna della Libera within minutes -- if not before -- Dorek, who had of course been mounted on a fast and powerful steed. Thus far, nothing she had told the others so far would be new to the Black Guard. But then she added, "...prophesized savior of All the World and All the People."

Endith had turned and begun crossing the room, smiling wide as she took the beautiful woman into her arms for a tight, joyous hug. When she turned to look Dorek's way again, she laughed and said, "And here I thought he was just a man who knew how to use his sword but not his cock."

The 9 men standing between the women and Dorek didn't understand that last part and -- if they'd been told the Black Guard was a virgin -- wouldn't have believed it anyway. But they knew Mayima and they knew Endith, and whether or not they understood the former's words and the latter's joy, they knew how things were going to be.

The man who'd asked for Dorek's name bowed as a subordinate would to his superior, saying, "My name is Torran. And my men are yours, Commander."

Each of the other men repeated the bow, then stepped aside as Endith led Mayima to and onto the mezzanine. The Inn's proprietor called for drink and food for all, and the Squad members moved to sit at two tables in view of the higher platform. The others in the tavern ceased their incomplete cleanup and set about retrieving that for which Endith had ordered.

Mayima sat opposite Dorek, studied him with a knowing expression, and asked casually, "How was the ride?"

 

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As Dorek killed the eight man and raised his sword about to kill the ninth, the man looked up in pure terror, who was this man that had entered, he was impossible to defeat. Somehow if they had had a hundred he wasn't sure they would have had any more success. "Please my lord, take mercy!" And with that the fight was over, while not lowering his weapons, Dorek nodded. "Then leave and do not threaten my path again, LEAVE!" The man scrambled to his feet and ran as quickly as he could, the others close behind. Soon it would be legend what Dorek had done, the way he fought, the price would raise on his head, but few would be all that excited about trying to claim it.

Endith suddenly appeared complaining in a joking manner about her inability to collect, "I would have thought you would have had them put the money down, next time you should, I don't lose." He was not bragging, it wasn't his way, he was simply stating fact as he knew it. As her girls and workers cleaned up the mess, Dorek sat down with Endith, still not sure why Mayima had sent him here, surely it was more than fighting this lot?

"Tell me, Black Guard, from where do you come?" He truly had no answer other than the one he had given before. "I am the son of Adara, but I was raised in the woods, became a man in the Guard, and am here on the request of Mayima of Kirijini, but..." He looked in her eyes, "You know that, so my question of you, is why did she send me to you?"

Before she could answer, if she were to answer at all, The door swung open, and in marched, for there were no other way to characterize it, nine good, stout men. Dorek let out a sign, he had actually quite enjoyed the fight, no so much the killing, but the fight, it was what he was trained to do, but he was also hoping it might be over for the night, he might get a meal a bath, some sleep! However he was prepared, has one hand fingering his chakram, the other his sword. However Endith's tones and words set him at ease.

"My friends!...Come, come!"

Suddenly Endith had grabbed two of the men and were leading them up to Dorek.

"I want to introduce you to your men," she said to Dorek, then -- looking left and right -- said to the men, "I want to introduce you to your Commander."

Dorek was not sure who had the greater revelation, the men who he supposedly would lead, or the leader himself, yet neither seemed to really question it, perhaps they hadn't yet had time?

He was asked his name, and in response heard the voice of the woman who had sent him here, "He is Dorek of the Black Guard ... son of Adara the Pure ... servant to the slain Emperor Barrab the Wise..." He stood up and looked down and saw her, their eyes locking as she finished her proclamation, "...prophesized savior of All the World and All the People."

Dorek chuckled, for surely she was joking, yet her gaze and tone suggested not. The women embraced, clearly they were close, and the soldier that had asked his name now bowed in tribute before him, "Rise Torran and welcome. Tomorrow we will meet and learn more about each other." Dorak then similarly met each of the men, looking each man in the eye, and exchanging a firm grasp of a hand shake. There was something about the men that Dorek liked, they were solid, while perhaps not the size or strength of the men of the Guard, there were other aspects, as important, and Dorek had a good feeling, at least about them, he had grown tired of riding alone, losing the brotherhood of the Guard. But a prophecy?

Finally it was just Dorek and Mayima, he expected her to fill in some very significant blanks, she did not. "The ride was fine, what you would expect, but nothing I couldn't handle." He waited, and then he reached out to take her hand. "I am tired, I want a meal and a bath, I don't particularly care the order. I guess I am understanding why you wanted me here, but I need to understand what is this prophecy you speak of, were you telling the truth?"

He did not know why, but he knew it was true, but why him, how did she know, "Mayima, if you know nothing else, you know I will not back down from a challenge now matter how great, but I have lived all my life wondering if I had any real purpose, please tell me what you know, or think you know?"

 

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"I am tired," Dorek said. "I want a meal and a bath, I don't particularly care the order."

It was Endith who responded to that, snapping her fingers at some of those still cleaning up the carnage and giving them orders. Two men hurried off, one to deal with the new Commander's horse, the other to prepare a room with a raging fire to combat the late winter's chill; four women went their ways, one pair to prepare food and drink for the room and two others up the mezzanine to flank Dorek, ready to escort him to his room.

"These women will bathe you, launder your clothes, care for your leather, and perform any other need you have," Endith told him, and remembering what he'd said of never having partaken of the pleasures of the flesh, added, "They will do so with their clothes on ... or without ... as you wish."

They waited as Dorek asked Mayima about the prophecy, but she only held a hand up to the Black Guard in a wait gesture, telling him, "You will learn your purpose, Dorek, in time. For now, go with these women, and let them attend to you."

 

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Dorek stood there as the two beautiful whores came up on each side of him. "These women will bathe you, launder your clothes, care for your leather, and perform any other need you have,..They will do so with their clothes on ... or without ... as you wish."

Dorek was not sure exactly what she meant, by "peform any other needs you have..." But he nodded, "Thank you..." He looked at the statuesque raven haired woman on his right, and the petite freckled, yet beautiful strawberry blonde on his right, "I am sure they will be perfect." The idea of relaxing while the women bathed him and then a good meal sounded incredible.

With a woman crooked in each arm, ready to take care of him, Mayima gave him a knowing look, clearly anticipating his hunger, and weariness, and perhaps even his curiosity. "You will learn your purpose, Dorek, in time. For now, go with these women, and let them attend to you."

Dorek did want to know, but the fact that there was something to be told at all, was enough for now. Ever since he had felt those stirring at seeing Mayima in the water, he had not known what to make of it, and Endith's earler statement, about not knowing what to do with his cock had rung more true than she possibly knew.

He let the women lead him back to the room, and could not help, as they slowly disrobed him, carefully folding his garments and armor to be cleaned and taken care of, to state, "If you are to bathe me, you may remove your gowns." They were hardly gowns, little more than thin cotton and satin robes. They stepped away and slowly released their ties and let the robes puddle to the ground.

They were only the second and third women he had ever seen naked. And as they stood, letting the big strong soldier drink in their femininity with their eyes, he watched as the cool air hardened their nipples. Dorek felt his pulse race and for a moment wondered if he might have gotten wounded earlier, but realized it was the women.

The rumbling he had felt with Mayima seemed to be hardening his manhood and the women looked at each other, giggling. Taking each of his hands in theirs they guided him into the water, the raven haired wench behind him, picking up a sponge and dipping it in the warm water before pressing it against his back. The strawberry blonde took his hands and brought them up to press against her breasts.

Dorek did not know exactly what to do. "I do not intend to fornicate, but ... are there other things you do..." He was naturally massaging the young woman's breast, rolling her stiff nipples. He was now fully erect, and he saw the young woman staring at the woman behind him. "She was newer, still in her first year at the Crow, and she had never seen a member of the Black Guard.
"Are all the Black Guard..." She looked down and back up, "... built like this one or is he...special?"

 

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The statuesque, raven haired woman, as Dorek had thought her, was named Loris; the petite freckled, yet beautiful strawberry blonde was Kandis. It was the latter that giggled when the Black Guard said, "If you are to bathe me, you may remove your gowns."

Loris only smiled at his giving permission for them to do what they did with at least one man each night. Soon enough, they were naked, Dorek was stripped, and all three were in the hot bath together. Loris was the more experienced of the two, with the strawberry blonde her apprentice and a willing one at that. Kandis took the front, wanting to prove herself to Endith by eagerly mounting the patron's cock and giving him what every man wanted from her.

"I do not intend to fornicate," Dorek said, though, surprising both of them. Kandis giggled yet again, listening to the man continue, "but ... are there other things you do..."

From behind him, Loris said suggestively, "Yes, sire ... there are other things we do."

The blonde looked down at the gently moving water, again catching sight of Dorek's impressive and rock hard cock, asking whether all his kind were built that way. The dark haired whore reached around the man's body to grasp his shaft tightly, running her hand up and down its full length. She'd seen big cocks before, sometimes bigger than this, but never before had she found one on a man who was as handsome as Dorek.

"No, my love," Loris answered Kandis as she stroked the man's length slowly but tightly. "The Black Guard are not often built like this, nor are men in general."

The slightly younger woman placed her hands atop Dorek's as they continued to knead her breasts and toy with her nipples, and from behind, Loris continued the hand job that they could both see was having a rapid effect on the man between them.

"I think he's ready," Kandis told her team mate when their customer's expression and sounds clued them that he was about to blow. She asked Loris, "Shall I dive for oysters?"

"Yes, my love," Loris said, adding, "Deep breath."

The strawberry blonde's chest swelled within Dorek's grasps, and after removing his hands from her, she suddenly sunk her head down into the water and took nearly his full length into her mouth as Loris turned the man's head to her and pressed her own mouth to his in a deep, long passionate kiss.

She had no doubt the moment her friend discovered the oysters after which she'd dived.

 

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(OOC: See the note at the bottom about maps and names.)


Princess Kerra-Lyna Marguerite de Rosca de Isernia de Termoli, the 24 year old heir presumptive to the throne of the Kingdom of Foggia (GML), rode at the head of the army as she had every time it went into battle since she was 14 years old. It was, of course, her father's army, but he hadn't left the castle grounds in over 6 years, and even 4 years before that, he'd never been near enough the front lines of a fight to hear the swords clashing, let alone see his men giving their lives for him.

Hell, with a never ending line of consorts hoping that they would be the woman he knocked up and with whom he would birth a son -- a child who would then be heir apparent, replacing her in the line of succession -- Kerra, as most knew her, was surprised that her father ever left his bed chamber.

Today, she was leading 50 cavalry, 100 archers, and 300 infantry east to Manfredonia to put down a rebellion by the Noble Lord there, a man named Rolston, who just happened to be her cousin. Rolston had asked his uncle, the King, for Kerra's hand in marriage, and while her father had agreed, she most certainly had not.

Within a moon, the tribute payments to Foggia had ceased, and days later -- when they arrived to take possession of the gold personally -- the King's tax collectors and their Guard escort were ambushed and slaughtered. Rolston did, however, send the bodies of the King's dead servants back to the Castle, but with their heads all gathered together in one wooden box.

Her scouts had discovered that Rolston had already mobilized his standing and reserve armies, positioning them to the west of Manfredonia on a wide, flat plain near the Basilica of St. Mary of Siponto. Reports were that he had fielded more than 500 men; in truth, and something Kerra wouldn't know until it might be too late, her treacherous cousin had 1,500 men in all, both in the open and in hiding -- more than 3 times the size of her force.

They would camp tonight out of reach of Rolston's men, and tomorrow camp within sight of the enemy force. One the second morning, she would lead her brave men into battle yet again, likely for the last time in her life.

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The place names I use in our story come from the real world; the locations of these fantasy places are the same as in the real world. Now, obviously, our fantasy world map is rather unique -- oh, and not my creation, if you were wondering -- and includes real world place names from two parts of the world.

When I use real world names that are not on the map, I will include a Google Map link so that you can find them: real world cities are fantasy world cities, real world rivers are fantasy world rivers, etc.

Obviously, there is an amalgamation of names at times, too: water locations within the Mediterranean Sea named after terrestrial locations in Australia, for example.

You, the readers, will figure it out, I'm sure.

A significant difference between the story's fantasy communities -- metropolises, cities, towns, villages -- and their real world counterparts, though, is that of population:

• Real world cities with populations of 6 digits or more have a story population 1/100th that size. For example:
  • Rome, IT: real world population 2,800,000; story population 28,000.
  • The Foggia Province, IT: real world population 625,000; story population 6,250.
  • Darwin, AU: real world population, 150,000; story population of 1,500.
• Real world cities with populations of 4-5 digits have a story population 1/10th that size. Example: Manfredonia (the largest city near Madonna della Libera) has a real world population of 57,000 and a story population of 5,700.
• And real world cities with populations of 3 digits or less have a story population 1/2th that size. Example: Madonna della Libera (the home of the Roasted Crow) has a real world population of 210 and, thus, a story population of 105.
• Keep in mind that travelers and occupying military forces are counted in the population numbers.

Don't worry, there won't be a test on this later.

 

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Not only had Dorek never enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh, not even by his own hand, but he had never, ever realized the magnitude of pleasure the flesh could provide. As they stood in the tub, and then, primarily led by Loris, who from behind answered his question, "Yes, sire ... there are other things we do." He was not sure what exactly that meant, but the touch of them women, the look on Kandis' face as she clearly admired his cock and guided his hands to her breasts, and then the tone of Loris' response to Kandis' innocent query, "No, my love...The Black Guard are not often built like this, nor are men in general."

Dorek betrayed his own innocence by looking back, "I hope that gives you pleasure as well, that is important to me." Loris guided Dorek in a most delightful way, as he felt her hand reach around, and grab and gently stroke his cock. His body momentarily and reflexively flexed, as he let out a moan of extreme delight, and she guided them down, into the water. Loris' legs were straddled behind him as he leaned back into her, and Kandis knelt down between his.

"Oh my, I had now idea that would feel so good..." Dorek gasped as he momentarily shut his eyes. He felt Loris' breath in his ear. "Just wait Sire...just wait." Dorek was truly enjoying playing with the young strawberry blonde's breasts, and feeling her nipples hardened as he twirled them in his fingers, and pinched them ever so slightly. "Do you like that?" He moaned, squirming slightly as Loris oh so expertly worked and teased his cock."Mmmm, MMMMmmm..." He gasped.

"I think he's ready," purred Loris. "Ready for what?" Dorek asked, trying to regain some composure but finding it very difficult to do so. "Shall I dive for oysters?" Asked the innocent Kandis, confusing Dorek all the more. "Oysters? In our tub?" Loris chuckled briefly, "Yes, my love ... Deep breath."

What happened next was pleasure beyond that which words could describe, Kandis submerged beneath the water, and suddenly her lips latched the sensitive tip of his cock, teasing it briefly but oh so wonderfully with her tongue before taking in his entire length. He could feel her throat open, as suddenly her lips and tip were at his testacles, his substantial length completely swallowed.

"Oh that's ...." He didn't finish, as Loris turned his head, and kissed him as he had never been kissed, her mouth opening and tongue invading his mouth only to encourage his invasion in return. This kissing felt wonderful, but it was Kandis, what she did with her mouth. Up tickling and teasing the tip, only to swallow again, each time seemingly faster, and deeper.

He broke the kiss, "I'...something...it is wonderful, but I...I'mmm...." Loris tickled his nose with hers, "You are about to cum...she wants you to sire, she wants you to feed her your seed, do not deny her...or me!" And as she kissed him again, and he kissed back, he erupted! Never had he felt such a sensation, his testacles pulling tight, the strong muscles in his ass, tensing and then a full and complete release. It was amazing as his cock convulsed in his mouth, feeding her and feeding her with the pearlish ropes that she had apparently dived for.

"Oh, Oh...don't stop...don't....Oh...soo, mmmm....ohhhh!" He arched his back, as he came and came, years and years of pent up abstinence, finally let loose with reckless abandon. He was in ecstacy, and he wanted it to never end, but it did. Finally he sank back into the water, and turned to kiss Loris one more time, as her hand went back and replaced Kandis mouth, stroking him gently as he came down.

"That is what you do...that is...sooo incredible." Dorek had a smile on his face he could not rid until he thought a moment more. "Thank you...thank you so much...but please, that is not all is it...if I can feel like that, there must be, is there a way to make you feel that good too...please let me return the favor...please I want to pleasure you too...."

Kandis giggled, and Dorek was confused, surely all men are as concerned with pleasuring their women as they are in their women pleasuring them? In Dorek's mind, it would not be honorable to behave in any other way....

 

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Loris found Dorek's orgasm absolutely spectacular. He trembled so intensely and moaned so loudly that the experienced whore would have thought he was having a seizure if she hadn't part of the cause for his delight.

Down under the surface of the tub's water, Kandis was also experiencing the spectacular side of the climax. The warrior's cock leaped almost violently inside her mouth, filling it with more thick, salty cum than she'd ever imagined could come from a man's balls. She pulled her mouth back until only his bulbous head remained within it and grasped his shaft, jerking it up and down hard and fast.

Kandis thought his orgasm would end much sooner than it did, and she began to fear that she would have to surface for air before the last of his supply of oysters had been delivered. Eventually, the younger whore's upper body shot up out of the tub, splashing water all about the floor, Dorek, and even the older whore.

She drew a deep, loud breath through her nostrils, wiped her hair back from her eyes and face, and shared a smile with her comrade. Then, she opened her mouth, showing the massive pool of white stuff filling it. Then, closing her mouth, she swallowed it all down, then laughed with delight.

Loris had returned to keeping Dorek's still quivering cock company by stroking it until he'd come down from cumming, which -- like his orgasm -- had taken much longer than the girls had expected or even imagined.

"... is there a way to make you feel that good too...please let me return the favor...please I want to pleasure you too...."

Both of the whores reacted with humor to his question: neither of them had ever been asked such a question. Loris kissed Dorek's cheek again, replying, "Yes, sire. We'll show you."

The women took a few minutes to complete the actual tasks of a bath, washing the man's bushy head of hair and scrubbing his body from face to toes. They emerged, dried each other in an intimate manner, and moved to the bed. The women flanked Dorek, taking quickly to kissing and licking and caressing and stroking him.

They encouraged him to do the same to their bodies, first he and Loris pleasuring Kandis, then switching to do similar things to the older woman. Then, Loris gestured Dorek to lean back into a massive pile of pillows at the head of the bed and laid Kandis back in between his opened, lifted knees.

"Watch," she said with a wicked smile, adding, "and learn."

And with obvious skill and eagerness, the older whore put her fingers, lips, and tongue to work on the younger woman's pussy -- shaved, of course, as was customary for prostitutes -- causing Kandis to writhe about in Dorek's grasp until she, like him earlier, exploded in an ecstasy that couldn't be denied.

"Your turn," Loris told the Black Guard after Kandis had eventually come down from her cloud of euphoria. Kandis twisted to face Dorek, smiling and kissing him deeply. The women moved about with obvious practice: Kandis laid back in the pillows while Loris laid inside her parted thighs. Loris said with hope, "Now, we find out how quickly and thoroughly you learn new things, sire."

 

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"You are about to cum... Loris was not only teaching Dorek the joys of pleasure, she was teaching him an entirely new and expanded vocabulary. Never had he felt such a sensation, never had he dreamed such a sensation was possible. When he had finished, and asked if and how he could return the favor, he had been pleased at Loris' clear receptivity. "Yes, sire. We'll show you." He smiled, enthused. These women, were so learned, yet generous in their knowledge. He had not realized when he entered the Crow, he would be the beneficiary of such an advanced education.

"To cum...mmm, that was what happened? I liked it, I liked cumming...I want to make you cum too, both of you, and I would like to cum again." As they pushed him back into the pillows and Kandis and Loris moved into position, Kandis was giggling and Lorid only smiled. "Even you Sire will need a bit of recovery time, but if you would like to cum again, then we will make it so. Endith has given us to you for the entire night, so whatever you desire?"

They were now in position, and Dorek propped himself up to get a better view, as Loris gave him the playful instruction, "Watch...and learn." Dorek did exactly that, he scanned down Kandis naked body and watched as Loris lowered her mouth to Kandis' mound. As the women moved, and Loris expertly seemed to slowly and expertly build the arousal in the younger girl. He watched as her nipples hardened, and then how Kandis teased those nipples while Loris used her mouth and fingers. He watched as she stroked, and then thrusted with her fingers. First one finger, then a second, even a third. And the things she did with her tongue, Dorek found himself mimicking her, her flicks, her licks and then what appeared to be gentle sucking at the very top of Kandis' maidenhood. "That is her clit Dorek..." For a women, her clit is much like the tip of your cock, please that and you please the woman..." It appeared to be sage advice, as young Kandis was most certainly pleased, in fact the duration and intensity of her convulsions were things Dorek had only observed in the wounded, which she most certainly was not. When she finished, Dorek naively asked, "Did you cum?" To which Kandis, while blushing and averting her gaze, held up three fingers. "Three times, how come?" Loris anticipated the question, because she is a woman, and women are...magical!" Dorek had no rebuttal, as they most certainly seemed to be.

As Kandis breathing finally stabilized the women began a rotation pulling Dorek from his perch, where now leaned Kandis with Loris taking the younger's place. "Your turn.. The older, but arguably even more beautiful women prodded, "Now, we find out how quickly and thoroughly you learn new things, sire." Dorek was eager, but began tentatively, sliding his fingers up and down the soft pale lips, as he looked down admiring her cunt! Loris smiled down at him, "That is good, it is always good to prime a pump before madly pumping, but as you can clearly see, the glistening of dew on the lips of my pussy, and the slickness of my inner thighs tells you, you need not prime long, or much at all, I am more than ready to be pumped!"

Dorek stroked a few more times and then slid down, inhaling the musk of the experienced whore. "Mmmm, I like it...it smells like a new market, and it makes me hungry!" His body was responding to the pheromones she was releasing and before he ever truly even touched her, the flag pole that swung between his legs was at full mast. "I can see you like it, but if you are hungry sire, then eat, eat, eat!"

Down went Dorek, slipping two fingers up inside of her, as he had seen Loris do to Kandis, and licking up and down her inner walls. "Mmmm, good, so good, I love your taste..." He felt her hips thrust forward into his mouth and he felt her hand, grip his thick mane and lead his mouth where her body most desired. "The clit, the clit, don't forget the clit..." She reminded, and he massaged the little button as it hardened, and then flicked it quickly with his tongue a bit hardened, only to then gently suckle and then repeat the process, many times over!

"My goodness sire, never have I had a man so service me..." Now Dorek looked up with pride, "There are few men like me, Black Guard or otherwise...." Again, not bragging, simple fact. Down he went, until she almost screamed, "Switch your fingers and mouth, harden your tongue sire, and fuck me...fuck my pussy with your tongue, as deep, hard and fast as you can!" On and on they went, several times did Loris scream and convulse just as Kandis had, twice showering him with some sort of clear substance that had no particular taste, as she screamed, "Oh, Sire, Sire...fuck, fuck FUCK YESSS!!! SIRE!"

She finally pushed his face away, three of his fingers still deep within her cunt, as her legs spasmed and her body shook and trembled. Dorek had a huge grin on his face, "You came?" Loris, as experienced as she may be, was less so in being pleasured herself. "Oh Sire, I lost count long ago." He laughed, "You called this eating pussy, I must say, I love eating pussy...." And at that Loris let out a hearty laugh. "Well Sire, speaking for one, this pussy loves the way you eat her!"

Now Kandis was moving around, "I want to try him too, can I, please?" She looked down at the giant, throbbing manhood that was pointed straight at her. "Are you sure we can't fornicate?" To be honest, Dorek was not certain but thought he shouldn't, but why at the moment he could not say. "I have an idea, what if I lie on my back and Kandis straddles my mouth...and perhaps Lordis you might?" And he nodded toward his cock. "I am exceedingly good at holding my breath, and I think that might be useful..."

 

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Loris and Kandis had never had a night with a sole patron like they did with Dorek. They shifted around the bed often, engaging in oral sex in a dozen different unique positional arrangements. The previously-virginal man spewed his seed into each of the woman's mouths twice, as well as all about various portions of their bodies before his balls were simply empty and his cock too tuckered out to go on.

And yet, in a sense, Dorek was still a virgin, never having put his cock into either Loris or Kandis's pussy. Food had been delivered, and they'd ended up in the bath a second time before finally -- just before sunrise -- their night of debauchery was over and they finally fell asleep in one another's arms.

Endith had been explained the importance of Dorek Adarason by Mayima, and as the few brothel clients who'd paid for an overnight room and girl had left, she'd sent those girls to their rooms alone with orders to be still and quiet as a mouse while also closing the entrance to the tavern.

Some of Dorek's new forces guarded the entry, while others spread out across Madonna della Libera to keep an eye out for trouble and -- at the same time -- sources of unnecessary noise.

It was high noon before Torran knocked on the brothel room's door, calling out, "Sire. Sire, are you awake?"

He could have announced It's time to wake up, but that would have felt too much like giving a command to a superior officer. Instead, Dorek's Lieutenant simply said, "Lady Mayima wishes to speak with you, sire."

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Mayima was once again naked and standing in knee high water when Dorek found her, only this time it was in the creek behind The Roasted Crow, waters that disappointed her with their lack of recuperative powers.

Four of Dorek's men guarded the banks of the creek, two on either side. They faced outwards, away from the wading wonder, as commanded by their Lieutenant. As he escorted Dorek toward the creek, Torran himself stopped short of the high bank hiding the creek's bed, telling his new boss, "Her glory is not for mine eyes, sire. You will have to go ahead without me."

When he arrived, Mayima again took no stepped to hide her womanly features from Dorek. She leaned down, splashing the cold water up onto her flesh; streams of the blue liquid ran down her body, between her breasts, around her belly button, into the Y of the meeting of her belly and her thighs.

"You and your men will ride north from this place within the hour," she began laying out his orders without so much as a good morning or an inquiry about how he'd enjoyed his night. "In the town of Monte Sant'Angelo, a second squad of men loyal to Lieutenant Torran -- and, thus, now loyal to you, Commander -- will join you and ride west to the junction that will then take you south toward Manfredonia." (GML; ensure it is on "Terrain" setting to really partake of the ruggedness of the trek.)

"You will ride south, toward the coast," she continued, still playing the water over her naked body and running her wet fingers through her hair, "until you reach the edge of the plateau. There, on the plane below you, you will see the army of Lord Rolston of Manfredonia, the cousin of King Hamman and the would-be usurper of the thrown of the Province of Foggia."

The entire time she'd been talking to Dorek, Mayima had barely looked his direction, let alone held his stare for any length of time. Now, however, she looked him directly in the eyes and said with the most serious of tones, "You will kill Lord Rolston before the King's daughter, Princess Kerra-Lyna Marguerite de Rosca de Isernia de Termoli, arrives with her forces ... forces that will be so greatly outnumbered that none will return to where they'd come."

Then, without any more explanation of her orders, let alone details on how he was supposed to get into a camp of 500 soldiers that was itself secretly surrounded by another 1000 soldiers hiding in homes, barns, outbuildings, nut groves, fruit orchards, and any other location that would keep their presence secret from those whom they intended to ambush.

 

[Homerun2611]

Dorek had never awoken with women in his bed, in his arms. The night had been long and amazing, for a man who had never had an orgasm, he did his best to unload over two decades of pent up cum production. When he heard Torran knocking, "Sire. Sire, are you awake?" He opens his eyes to realize the sun is high in the sky. He is initially confused as almost every day of his adult life, Dorek has awoken at dawn. Then he remembers their final tryst from the night before had only been a bit before dawn itself.

Loris his sleeping on his left pectoral chest muscle, her arm across his chest her hand cradling his neck. Kandis is asleep with her head down on his sculpted abdomen, her mouth a mere inch or two from his very flaccid and spent cock. Kandis wakes up and giggles, memories from the night before still dancing in her mind, as she never realized how much she could enjoy this new profession. He feels as she takes her delicate hand and runs her fingernails over his balls, and gently grips and strokes his cock.

"Sire, do you think, before you leave, you might ... feed me breakfast?" Loris is now awake, as Toran calls out again, "Lady Mayima wishes to speak with you, sire." As tempting as Kandis' offer was, he needed to get up. Loris leaned in and gave him a long kiss, and then turned to talk to her young apprentice. "I think you have had quite your fill, as have I, but..." And then she turned her deep brown eyes and looked at Loris, "I think it is safe to say, should you venture this way again, you might try to spend another night with us, here at the Crow?"

Dorek felt true affection for both women, he was not experienced enough to know the difference of lust and love, and these two beauties had just given him a night unlike any other. "I wish I could take you with me now, but yes, if, when I return, I hope...." Loris was sweet and knew he was sincere, if naive. She put her fingers over his lips, "We enjoyed it too Sire, and hope we see you again."

Within minutes Dorek had dressed again in full uniform and armor and was being led by Toran to see Mayima. This time as he saw the beautiful woman, again naked in the water, his body knew exactly how to react, and as he approached, even before he got to the water's edge, he was fully, and impressively erect. He tried to ignore his physical reaction and gently bowed his head. "You called for me my Queen..." Whether or not she was a queen, he did not know, but she was the one giving him commands and so he just assumed she must be a queen of some sort.

As he raised his eyes, he could not help be drink in her incredible form, and suddenly new questions ran through his mind, such as what might she feel like, how might she taste, and did she also enjoy lying with a man as he had experienced last night? However that thinking was quickly set aside as no mention was made of his last night or the women that had shared his bed.

Instead he was given his orders, he appreciated how the fact she barely looked at him, allowed him to stare and enjoy her fully. Now, even more than before, did he realize how Mayima might well be the most beautiful woman in the world. The task he was given would be arduous and dangerous. He knew the path, but never had he been asked to cover it in the speed his mission would require.

She closed by looking him in the eye, "You will kill Lord Rolston before the King's daughter, Princess Kerra-Lyna Marguerite de Rosca de Isernia de Termoli, arrives with her forces ... forces that will be so greatly outnumbered that none will return to where they'd come." He did not question his order nor fear for the result, for he did not fear death, not if he incurred that in the line of duty. There was no greater honor for a soldier. "I understand my Queen, we will willingly take on your orders..." The possibility of failure did not really ever go through his mind, it simply was not an option.

He was about to turn away, and soon he would, but he did have something that he could not get off his mind. "My Queen, last night was, something I never expected. You were okay with my...companionship? I truly never realized...do you...have you a man that you...or a woman?" Then he rethought his question. "Never mind, I am sorry, I will take my leave!"

The men took less than 15 minutes to gather their provisions and take off on horseback As there were 9 of them, total including Dorek. Dorek anticipated that they were likely to find conflicts along their trails. He broke the group into two groups of 5 and ordered Toran to lead the first, Dorek would lead the second roughly five minutes behind. Torran would of course accept his order, but he did wonder, "Why Sire would give me the honor to lead?" Dorek smiled and patted him on the back, "I am afraid my new friend that it is no honor. You will be the first to encounter danger, however, should that happen, you are far more likely to have me find a way to save you, than the other way around."

Torran did not dispute, he had seen the wreckage that Dorek had done inside the Crow, he had never met another man who would have been as likely to emerge victorious. The first day they scaled the mountains and camped just over the peak. The day was uneventful, and they would rest just long enough to give the horses a few hours rest, and then be off again.

It was near dawn of day two when the first were discovered by enemies. It was a pack of near 30, a batallion carrying the colors of a local king. Two advanced scouts had spotted Torran and crew and by the time they encountered the rest, swords were drawn and archers ready. Dorek saw the stoppage ahead and dismounted his horse, crawling up through the trees he was able to get a clear view of what faced them. Going back he had all of his men, the other four go up to the higher ground, they had one job, on his signal to take out the archers.

Once they were in place, he alone galloped up to Torran and his men. They were clearly on the point of hostility, the other guard demanding Torran surrender. Dorek came galloping up, and he saw the look in the men's eyes as they too recognized the dress of the Black Guard. "Are you with them Black Guard?" Dorek nodded, "I am their leader, and you have two options, let us pass or die?"

The general laughed, "Do you see our numbers, I believe that I choose you to die instead!" Raising his sword he advanced toward Dorek, as Dorek called out his signal. Suddenly from on high, arrows rained down, quickly taking out the more than ten archers of the enemy. Killing the rest was shockingly quick. The general being the last as Dorek held the tip of his sword to the man's throat. "You chose poorly." Was the last thing the man would ever hear.

There was one more skirmish, an ambush that came from all sides, they fought their way successfully through it but lost a good man, and three horses. They next had to go into a village and steal five new horses, to replace and provide extras to continue on.

So nine strong they stood on the plateau above the plains. The idea that they could take on the entirety of this army was of course impossible. Dorek turned to his men. "We will ride down, but you must stay on the periphery, I may be wrong, but I believe Lord Ralston will take audience with a member of the Black Guard." He left his swords with Torran and had his men prepare to be ready on the perimeter and give him cover, when and if he was able to retreat.

He rode into the camp and was met by two Leiutenants, "I am Dorek, sone of Adara the Pure, and the last living member of the Black Guard, I have a message for Lord Ralston that must be delivered in person." He was frisked, of course he had hiding places for three blades that no one other than a Black Guard himself would have ever found.

He was led before the Lord and bowed, even taking a knee. It is an honor Lord Rolston, I come to warn you of danger..." The Lord motioned for him to get up, "Is that what you are here for, do you think I don't know about the Princess, her forces will not require my armies to even break a sweat." The man was arrogant but likely correct. Dorek moved closer, "No my Lord, that is not the danger...." And then with the speed of lightning he was behind the man, his head cradled in his arm as he held a knife to his throat. "She is not your issue, I am" and with one swift cut he nearly severed the head completely, grabbing the Lord's sword and moving toward the exit. There were ten guards in the tent, nine he killed and the other had run out to announce a warning.

Scrambling out, Dorek found his horse, and grabbing both a shield and another sword he had Donner running at the speed of light as the armies attempted to organize. "Go!" Dorek screamed as he neared his men. Three of the men launched a barrage of arrows to slow the advance behind them, and then all were on their way. On their way down they had discovered steep passages that led back to the plateau, and once up there they had the high ground and were able to discourage further advance, at least for the moment.

Night was falling fast and Torran looked to Dorek, "What next Sire?" It was the right question, and Dorek wished he had an answer. "We wait for Mayima...." He looked to his left and right, "Make camp under the cover of trees, I am guessing we won't wait long....otherwise we will head back toward Madonna della Libera. However, I doubt that will be necessary..."

 

[CutiePie1997]

Manfredonia, hours earlier:

In the dark hours before Dorek and his men would reach Lord Rolston's camp near the Basilica of St. Mary of Siponto, the wannabe-King's wife awoke from her bed to the feeling that someone was near. She was correct, and even as she was rising from her bed to survey the candle lit bedroom, an impossibly sharp dagger slashed through the air, slicing her throat's softer features. Her hard pumping heart would empty most of her blood onto the bed and floor in less than a minute, but she'd essentially been dead before she fell back to the mattress.

Some time later, when her Chamber Maid came to stoke the fire for the beginning of the Lady's day, Rolston's three children -- all with ages in the single digits -- would also be found with their necks cut. There were many potential suspects as Rolston had many enemies, but the only people who would be punished for the great offense would be the Keep's guards who had allowed the murders to happen.

...........................​

As the dead were being discovered in Lord Rolston's home in Manfredonia, another woman was awakening to the same feelings of being watched, this time four miles to the west of the Basilica of St. Mary of Siponto.

Kerra-Lyna Marguerite de Rosca de Isernia de Termoli -- Kerra to her friends, Princess to most others -- whipped the thin bladed dagger out from under her pillow at the sight of a shadowy figure hidden head to feet in a hooded cloak, standing just feet from her bed.

She hesitated just long enough to survey the situation, then opened her mouth to call for the guards, certain that she was about to be assassinated by agents of her wannabe-King cousin. But no words came out of Kerra's mouth, no matter how hard she tried to form them.

Before her, the figure -- a female -- said with an almost sultry voice, "Your enemy is no more."

Kerra stared at the intruder, confused, as she couldn't explain to herself what was happening. She tightened her grip on the knife hanging in the air before her.

"You will ride north to San Giovanni Rotondo at sunrise," the unidentified woman continued. "There, you will find the ruins of a monastery on the west end of the town." (GML)

Kerra opened her mouth to object and challenge the woman, only to find that once again, no words would come from her mouth. She realized that her heart was now pounding and the dagger before her was trembling. Fear was not an emotion Kerra knew well.

The stranger went on, "You will meet a man there ... a Black Guard..."

Kerra's eyes and mouth opened a bit wider. She'd been a little girl the last time she'd been in the presence of a member of the Black Guard, and -- then like now -- her heart had been filled with unexplainable fear.

Kerra's grandfather -- then the King of Foggia -- had been one of a handful of great leaders to hold out against Lord Barrab. He could very well have won his fight against the man who others were already calling the Emperor of All the Lands. But Kerra's grandfather had refused to join forces with the other powerful loads still in control of their lands and forces, instead deciding to go it alone.

He'd failed, and the sign of that failure had been when a Black Guard entered her father's Keep as he and his family -- including Kerra -- feasted after a great victory over a Lesser Lord -- a man who her grandfather should have been fighting with, not against -- and threw a dagger from one end of the grand hall and sunk it deep into her grandfather's chest at the other end.

He was dead in an instance, and the battle that erupted between the Black Guard and his ten or so men and Kerra's grandfather's Castle Guard -- which numbered more than 100 -- ended with nearly every member of the latter force dead or dying on the stone floors of the Keep.

Kerra's family had been unharmed that day, other than her grandfather, of course. The Black Guard were professional soldiers with a code of ethics, not wild, out-of-control murderers of women and children. Kerra had discovered both a fear and a respect for them that day.

This, of course, became a source of conflict for Kerra over the years to come as her father -- who'd been allowed by Lord Barrab to ascend to the Throne of Foggia -- would later join the uprising against the wannabe-Emperor and his Black Guard. On more than one occasion, Kerra had seen her father's troops parading through the Capital with the body of a Black Guard, still in its unmistakable armor and arms.

And then, the Black Guard were gone, never to be heard from again. Or so Kerra had thought. The woman hiding under the hooded cloak continued with a shocking demand that caused Kerra's eyes and mouth to widen even farther: "There ... on the altar of the monastery's former Prayer House you will lay with the Black Guard. You will accept his seed into your womb, and your child will take her place in the Grand Scheme."

Kerra's mind was racing with thoughts that fought for her attention, so much so that even if she'd been able to engage her mouth in questions for the stranger, she wouldn't have known where to begin.

"The King of Foggia will father a child this day," the woman continued, speaking of Kerra's father. "This child cannot be allowed to ascend to the throne upon which your child must sit for the success of the Grand Scheme."

And then -- without any sign that her feet were actually causing her movement -- the intruder simply faded back away from Kerra, disappearing into the bed chamber's shadows.

..................................​

Night was falling fast, and Torran looked to Dorek, "What next Sire?"

"We wait for Mayima...."

He looked to his left and right, "Make camp under the cover of trees, I am guessing we won't wait long....otherwise we will head back toward Madonna della Libera. However, I doubt that will be necessary..."

"Your intuition," Mayima said from the shadows of a massive Oak behind Dorek, "will serve you well in the future, Commander, as it has in the past."

Most of the men had instinctively armed themselves at the appearance of a potentially dangerous intruder, but as she she spoke and stepped out into their view -- her hood down, showing her face to them -- they moved their weapons to peaceful holds and each of them dropped to one knee.

Mayima looked to Dorek, wondering whether he would do the same. He was still learning his place in this ... adventure, and it wouldn't surprise her at all if he remained standing or took a knee.

"Lord Rolston is dead," she said as she neared Dorek, telling him nothing he didn't already personally know. Without explaining that Rolston's family was now slaughtered, Mayima went on, "Control of Manfredonia will be passed to his Lieutenant, Trett of Mattinata ... who is a friend."

She was now almost within arms reach of Dorek when she stopped, smiled, and said softly, "You have performed well, Commander. You and your men should be proud."

Mayima looked to Torran -- now again on his feet as were the others -- and said with that tone she used when passing out orders, "You will take the men south again, to Lord Rolston's camp, where you will accept the Lord Trett's pledge of fealty."

"Fealty to whom?" Torran asked. Tentatively, he reminded her, "Forgive me, m'lady, but you have never specified in so many words just who it is that I and my men work for ... other than Commander Dorek, of course."

Mayima looked back into Dorek's eyes as his Lieutenant continued, "I only ask because I am unsure: just who am I serving ... ultimately."

Mayima studied the Black Guard's face, trying to read him. Who did he think Torran served ... ultimately? Mayima? He himself? Some unknown Lord or Lady? She could have told him, here and now, but it served her better at this point to leave such answers hidden.

"For now, Lord Trett will swear his fealty to you, Lieutenant," Mayima told Torran. "You will order Lord Rolston's reserve forces disbanded and returned to their homes and farms, abandoning their arms and armor. You will order his standing army back to Manfredonia, where half their number will also be disbanded and the rest restricted to protecting the City."

"Yes, m'lady," Torran said without question. He did, however, look to Dorek, hoping that his new Commander would acknowledge the orders, as he would expect because of the chain of command.

Once that was settled, Mayima took Dorek by the elbow, turned him away from the others, and said, "We should talk."

She walked him off toward a ledge that looked off over the lower plains and, in the far distance, the sea. For the first time she inquired about his night with Loris and Kandis, asking if he'd enjoyed the experience, then asking bluntly, "You did not fill either of their wombs with your seed, did you, Dorek?"

She already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear it from him. After he said what he felt he should and kept back what he thought was unnecessary to share, Mayima told him, "You have a destiny, Dorek. I've spoken of it with you somewhat already, and I would like to speak more of it with you, but this is not the time. What I can tell you is this..."

Mayima turned them to face one another, then reached a hand down and cupped his manhood as she went on, "You have now learned the pleasures that this can bring you."

As she held him, Mayima could feel Dorek's cock growing rapidly. She smiled, happy that she could cause him such excitement. She continued, "You are welcome to enjoy those pleasures as often as you wish with as many people as you wish."

She hesitated, looking into the taller man's eyes as she wondered if he was wondering whether she had just given him permission to have sex with others. Was it her place to tell him with whom he could enjoy the euphoria of sex?

Mayima went on with a firm tone, "But your place in the Grand Scheme requires that your seed be planted in only the gardens I choose for you."

This was the first time she'd spoken of the Grand Scheme, let alone talked to him about in whose pussy he could expel his cum. She asked him simply, "Do you understand and accept my guidance?"

Mayima expected Dorek to possibly have questions and maybe be confused, but she needed something different from him right now. "I need you to ride north, alone, to San Giovanni Rotondo."

She told him about the monastery ruins, then gave him his orders: "You will plant your seed in the garden of the woman waiting there for you."

The instructions were short and sweet, and standing on the toes of her sandaled feet, Mayima kissed Dorek on the cheek, telling him almost in whisper, "Now ... ride."

 

[Homerun2611]

"Your intuition...will serve you well in the future, Commander, as it has in the past." Dorek was smiling even before he turned and saw her. Unlike the others who bended the knee, the Black Guard simply bowed, "Good evening my Queen." She had given herself no title, but until otherwise told, that title just felt right to Dorek. "At first I thought it was I who had found you, but I now realize it is you who will find me. I trust your journey was less adventurous than ours?" Dorek had not spent the time to speculate how the beautiful woman was always there, he was not familiar with magic, so assumed she must just have her own unique transportation.

She informed Dorek of what he already knew, for he had done it himself, but her statement that a friend would now take charge relieved any immediate concerns he had they might be followed. "You have performed well, Commander. You and your men should be proud." Dorek spread his arms and looked at his men, clearly deflecting the praise to them, even though each of them knew that it was their commander who had alone ridden into danger, accomplished the mission and come out alive without a scratch. It was easy to follow a man who so easily led by example.

Miyama instructed the men, supposedly under Dorek's command to head south, but Torran had asked an interesting question, one that you would have thought Dorek would wonder himself. He did not, for him, he was in the service of Mayima, the woman he regularly referenced as his queen. She was the woman who seemed to understand his destiny, and if part of that was giving instruction to his men, then that was what needed to be done. In truth, Dorek took great pride in his abilities as a soldier, but he had little ego.

The men, stepped away, and she took Dorek's arm, "We should talk." He let her lead him away. She wanted to speak of his night with Loris and Kandis, he felt no need to hold anything back as to how much he had enjoyed the experience and appreciated the tender care he had been given. "You did not fill either of their wombs with your seed, did you, Dorek?"

For a moment Dorek was worried that he might have failed in some way, "No my Quen, was I supposed to, I filled their mouths and tummy many times, but not their garden." She seemed to stifle a chuckle, and instead of answering immediately she again referenced his destiny, something he was dying to better understand.

Then he gasped as she reached down and grabbed his substantial manhood, his cock immediately responding and hardening to his touch. You have now learned the pleasures that this can bring you." She was expressly referring to his cock, and yes he had, and candidly wanted more, hoping his Queen might even want to enjoy him, herself!

"You are welcome to enjoy those pleasures as often as you wish with as many people as you wish." She should have seen the smile on his face as was looking forward to his next night like the one he had enjoyed at the Crow. But your place in the Grand Scheme requires that your seed be planted in only the gardens I choose for you." Her hand was still placed firmly against his cock which had grown steadily through this brief interaction and was now fully erect and aching to be released.

He was pleased that she had confirmed that he had done correctly in not allowing himself to fornicate, or FUCK, as Kandis had stated. "Do you understand and accept my guidance?" Dorek looked at her surprised, "Of course My Queen, it is my duty to follow your guidance and command whatever it may be and fulfill my destiny. If it is your role to determine where and with whom I spread my seed, then of course I will follow..." Dorek hesitated, but then innocently asked, "My Queen, will yours be a garden I visit?"

While his soldiers headed south, Dorek received his own orders. "I need you to ride north, alone, to San Giovanni Rotondo...."/B] She gave him the logistics and description but then gave him the most important order, "You will plant your seed in the garden of the woman waiting there for you." He did not ask why, he simply bowed only to rise and feel her kiss on his cheek, "Now ... ride."

Dorek once again had purpose and a mission, a mission unlike any ever requested before. Without the other riders, he rode as he always did with Donner, fast and fearlessly. At the speed he could go on his own, absent a highly coordinated ambush, almost never executed at night, he would be on anyone and past before they could even react.

"Giddy up!" He sunk his heels into his stallions slats and the beautiful animal took flight. He rode through the night, and only stopped for a brief rest and to water Donner a bit past dawn. Now on the look out, he traveled a bit more cautiously in the daylight, but still felt speed was his best defense. Fortunately he found clear travels and it was just past noon when he rode into San Giovanni Rotondo.

Mayima had explained the prayer house. As he had entered the town he had begun contemplating what awaited. If Loris and Kandis had been used to train him, what kind of beauty awaited his seed. He began to get hard at the thought, only to then consider it might not be that at all, in fact quite the opposite, but no less important. So, it was with resolution but a bit of trepidation he entered the prayer house, the woman that turned toward him was beautiful with a gorgeous mane of fire. "My lady, I have been sent to meet you, I trust that you are aware of my mission?" He could only see her face, her beautiful hair and eyes, as her body was hidden by the alter upon which she waited as Mayima had commanded...

 

[CutiePie1997]

Kerra had arrived at the Monastery nearly two hours before Dorek, spending that time simply ambling about the ruins, trying to imagine what it had been like in its glory days. She likely knew as much of the 500 year history of the building as anyone else alive today, including the tales that once upon a time it had been in the service of Practitioners of the Black Arts.

After what she'd experienced in her bed chamber the night before, she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps that was the reason for the structures choosing, despite the fact that today it was little more than four stone walls, each of which had some degree of destruction to it.

Kerra had been raised with tales of the Black Arts, which most people simply referred to as magic, of course. But she'd never truly believed in it, nor -- until last night -- had she ever experienced anything that could have been called such. After the dark figure's departure, she'd sat there in her bed for two hours simply trying to reconcile herself with what had occurred.

Once she'd finally convinced herself that it had indeed been magic she'd seen and that it would be ill advised to ignore it, she had dressed and slipped away from her army's camp within minutes. She'd left a instructions with her Chamber Maid -- an older woman who hadn't left Kerra's side since the day she'd been born -- that she was to wait until dawn to tell her Army's Commander to keep the army camped until she returned.

She flinched out of her reverie at the sound of a horse's hooves nearing the Monastery, and instinctively she grasped the hilt of the dagger on her hip. She moved away from the entry -- which for more than three decades had been without a door -- toward the far end of the former church, ascending the three stone steps that took her up to dais upon which, remarkably, a centuries old stone altar still stood in place, one of the only parts of the church never to have suffered any damage.

After a couple of agonizing minutes of waiting -- during which the fingers gripping her blade's handle began to ache -- the man to whom Kerra was supposed to part her thighs and make welcome her womb entered, sighted her, approached, and spoke.

"My lady, I have been sent to meet you."

Kerra studied him from head to boot and back several times. He was everything she'd expected from a member of the Black Guard except for one facet: he was ever so handsome. Kerra didn't know why she'd expected him to be anything other than that. She would later attribute it to her prejudice against the Black Guard as a whole for the murder of her grandfather.

"I trust that you are aware of my mission?" he went on.

Kerra's lips spread in a wry smile as she murmured, "Your mission?"

His mission was to fuck her and make her with child! He said it so casually, like he was speaking nothing more important than a drink order at the local tavern.

She said louder, "Yes. I am aware of your mission."

Kerra finally released her grip on her dagger, waggling her fingers to return the blood flow to them. She stepped out from behind the altar, giving the man his first good look at her entire form: she had dressed for riding, meaning leather pants and boots to go with the blouse he'd already been able to see. The clothes fit her curves well, showing off a beautiful, hourglass figure with above average sized breasts, a narrow waste, and hips perfect for birthing the child she was supposed to conceive this day.

"I will not simply pull down my britches, lean over the altar, and have you invade me with your cock," she said firmly as she continued to walk slowly his way. She suddenly realized that she was missing a key piece of information about this man and demanded, "Tell me your name and from where you hail. And tell me ... how is it that you serve this woman who has called me to this place."

Kerra was assuming, of course, that he'd been ordered her by the same strange figure who'd violated the sanctity of her bed chamber.

 

[Homerun2611]

Dorek let her eyes soak him in from head to toe, and back, and then up and back again. He smiled, hoping she might soon reveal herself so that he might have the chance to do the same. He had wrongly assumed that she would be prepared for the task they had both been summoned here for, similar to how Kandis and Loris had been prepared with easy to remove garments. The sum total of Dorek's sexual experience was the seven hours of spectacularly rollicking he had done with the two ladies at the Crow, and so, for all he knew, that was what happened between a man and a woman, ore women in that instance. "Yes. I am aware of your mission."

Dorek breathed a sigh of relief, pleased that each of them knew and assumably had arrived here to do their duty. However, when the gorgeous fire haired beauty moved out so that he could see her, two thoughts came to mind. One, she had a very appealing shape, and hers was both a body and a garden he would enthusiastically want to explore and please, in fact he was more than hoping to begin post haste! However, the second was far more confusing.

His eyes did travel up and down her, and they conveyed the same admiration in the candidate presented as hers. But he also pointed and waggled his finger up and down in reference to her attire. "If so, then why are you ... uh...so dressed?" From her immediate reaction he assumed his innocent and highly logical question, at least in his mind, seemed to be received so poorly!

"I will not simply pull down my britches, lean over the altar, and have you invade me with your cock," He smiled, of course. "Would my lady like for me to assist her in disrobing?...." He was smiling, offering with great sincerity to come to her aid, "And we need not fornicate immediately..." He had quite enjoyed the oral and manual pleasuring that Lordis and Kandis had done to him and he to them. Now he was not sure if one exclusively did that or copulate, but he saw no reason they could not be combined. "I have recently learned the pleasures that a man and woman can provide each other with their fingers and mouths, so if you would like to partake of that first, that would be very nice..." He thought a bit more and thought he should provide some of the knowledge he had received from Lordis and Kandis regarding his specific capabilities. "Apparently, I am quite unusual in how fast I am able to get hard, how long I remain that way, and the frequency and abundance I am able to spill my seed...." He bit his lip, as he wasn't sure this next piece of information was good news or not, but as he had in all things, he was simply being honest.

"I am though, or so I understand...unusually large...uh, down there, however the ladies said that they quite enjoyed that...." She seemed quite taken aback at his admission, but he needed to say one more thing. "My lady though, I need be honest, yours is the first garden that I have been instructed to spill my seed, so, I may need to go a bit slowly at first to make sure it is pleasurable to you and that we fully achieve our objective!"

Lordis and Kandis had set a certain standard and expectation within Dorek as to what was not only possible but should be the objective in any male/female relation, and he had simply described the range of possibilities they might entertain, and any potential obstacles as he saw them. Not dissimilar to how he might review any other mission with his men. For after all, they were on a mission here, both of them, weren't they?

Something he said must have provoked some curiosity, but it also shamed Dorek for not having been more gracious in his introduction. "Tell me your name and from where you hail. And tell me ... how is it that you serve this woman who has called me to this place."

He bowed his head, "Of course my lady, I should have started with a proper introduction. I am Dorek of the Black Guard ... son of Adara the Pure ... servant to the slain Emperor Barrab the Wise..." This was how Miyama had introduced him to his men, but then he added, "And...or so I am told by Miyama, the Queen whose services I undertake..."...prophesized savior of All the World and All the People."

He wondered if any of that made any more sense to her than it did to him, the prophecy part? It was a grand claim, and he knew it. And in actuality, he neither understood it, nor could really believe it. For him, he was simply Dorek, son of Adara, raised in the woods by the simple and sweet gnomes, and a soldier, trained to be a man, in the Black Guard. A soldier who once rode for Emperor Barrab and now did the same for his beautiful queen. He watched her reaction, and then added, "And may I ask whom you may be, who I will soon lie with and fill with child?"

 

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"Would my lady like for me to assist her in disrobing?" the Black Guard asked just as casual and friendly as could be.

Kerra just stared at the man in dismay, thinking, No...! Fuck no! Are you kidding? Who the fuck...?

"And we need not fornicate immediately..." immediately he went on.

Fornicate? she thought, her smile widening. The word is 'fuck'.

But he continued on talking about the pleasures that a man and woman can provide each other with their fingers and mouths, and Kerra's smile only widened. This man was no spring chick. He had to be in his early 30s, his very late 20s at the least. What could he possibly mean by only recently learning about the pleasures of using one's mouth and fingers to cause sexual pleasure?

"Apparently, I am quite unusual in how fast I am able to get hard, how long I remain that way, and the frequency and abundance I am able to spill my seed...."

Kerra couldn't help herself and let a chuckle escape her mouth. It was quick and sharp and not too loud, and it didn't seem to interrupt the Black Guard at all. Again she thought to herself, Who the fuck...?

"I am, though, or so I understand...unusually large...uh, down there, however the ladies said that they quite enjoyed that...."

Again, Kerra couldn't help herself: her gaze dropped to his groin, to the bulge there. She didn't know if he was sporting an erection now because the style of his clothing would have made determining such excitement difficult to determine from this distance. But that didn't keep her from imagining him such.

"My lady though, I need be honest, yours is the first garden that I have been instructed to spill my seed, so, I may need to go a bit slowly at first to make sure it is pleasurable to you and that we fully achieve our objective!"

Now, you're just fucking with me, Kerra told herself. She casually reached her hand back up to the hilt of her dagger, certain that whatever was happening here between them was some kind of a joke, some kind of a ploy, a distraction: a Black Guard -- presuming he actually was one and hadn't simply stolen the uniform and arms from a dead man -- simply didn't reach this man's age and maintain his ... oh, Kerra couldn't even say it ... maintain his virginity?

She asked his name, and he told her, "I am Dorek of the Black Guard ... son of Adara the Pure..."

None of that meant anything to Kerra.

He continued, "...servant to the slain Emperor Barrab the Wise..."

That, of course, meant the world to her. Barrab had had Kerra's grandfather slain -- assassinated! -- by men wearing the same dark leather garb worn by this man who wanted to put his cock inside her.

"And...or so I am told by Miyama, the Queen whose services I undertake ... prophesized savior of All the World and All the People."

Kerra would have laughed at the prophesized savior part of his declaration if it hadn't been preceded by naming of Miyama. That was a name of which she was most definitely aware, but Terra knew the woman as a witch and most certainly not as a Queen.

"And may I ask whom you may be, who I will soon lie with and fill with child?"

"You'll be doing no such thing," Kerra snapped as she ripped the dagger out of its sheath. She didn't point it at the Man, this Dorek, son of Adara, but instead only held it at waist level, point down, ready to be lifted and jabbed deep into the Black Guard if he neared her.

She stared at him for a long moment as she recalled the events in the dark in her bed chamber the previous night. The stranger? Had that been Mayima? Certainly, it had had to be. Why would Mayima the Practitioner of the Black Arts want Kerra's womb filled with any man's seed, let alone a Black Guard's? It made no sense to her.

Then, Kerra remembered the second part of what the bed chamber intruder had said: her father had conceived a child last night, a daughter, a new Heir Apparent to replace Kerra as Heir Presumptive. Mayima -- assuming it had been the witch -- had said that this child could not be born and raised to take the throne upon the King's death.

Mayima didn't want this to happen, and Kerra couldn't have this happen. She'd worked too hard and faced too many dangers and given too much of herself to now hand over future control of the Kingdom to the child of a woman who was probably no more than a brothel whore.

"You wish to plant your see in my garden?" she asked the Black Guard. "Then you will first have to fulfill a task for me."

Mayima had said nothing about when Dorek was to impregnate her, only that it was to happen here, on the altar of the San Giovanni Rotondo monastery. Still gripping the dagger in her hand, Kerra said, "First, you will ride with me to my home in the Province of Foggia. There, you will kill someone who threatens my future ... and the future of any child you might put in my belly."

She studied him for a moment, then gave him the details: "You will kill a woman who now carries my father's child. You will kill her and, thus, kill her bastard child, returning to me what is rightfully mine. And then..."

Kerry hesitated, suddenly realizing the magnitude of what she was going to ask of this man. But if she was going to go as far as she'd already spoken, she might as well go all the way: killing one whore and her unborn child wasn't going to protect Kerra's birthright as there were always dozens, even hundreds of whores out in the world ready to take on the responsibility -- and good fortunes -- of bringing forth the child of a King.

"And then ... you will kill my father," she continued, "before he is able to plant his seed inside another."

Realizing that she still hadn't revealed her identity to Dorek and, therefore, had not revealed the identity of the man she wanted killed, she finally told him, "I am Kerra-Lyna Marguerite de Rosca de Isernia de Termoli..."

She could tell by Dorek's expression that that likely meant as little to him as his own introduction as the Son of Adara had meant to her. She finished with the key descriptor: "I am Princess Kerra ... daughter of King Hamman of the Province of Foggia ... the man I wish you to kill."

 

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Dorek was very aware of the dagger being fingered and then clutched in the hand of the woman in front of him. Dorek took no potential threat lightly. But why she was doing this he was not sure, he had no desire to hurt her, but, he also would not let any advance go unanswered.

"You'll be doing no such thing," His orders were to lay with her, fill her womb, not obeying was not an option under consideration. However before he could explain that, she continued.

"You wish to plant your see in my garden? Then you will first have to fulfill a task for me." Suddenly, there was a condition, she was negotiating, assuming there was a deal to be made. He let her continue, he wanted to understand not just the what that she wanted, but the why.

It wasn't until she had described the action she needed, the killings she felt were necessary, that she let me know who she was, his original question. "I am Kerra-Lyna Marguerite de Rosca de Isernia de Termoli...I am Princess Kerra ... daughter of King Hamman of the Province of Foggia ... the man I wish you to kill."

What she described was a series of actions that appeared to epitomize evil. "You want me to kill your father, the woman who carries his child, and the baby itself, all in the attempt to protect your birthright and out child?"

Mayima had shared none of this, and was not sure she would agree, what he did know was none of thi were his orders and he had no intent of not following orders.

"My lady...I'm sorry, Princess...I operate soley under the direction of Miyama. That is where I have pledged my loyalties and whose orders I will follow. Right now, I have a single order, and that is to lay with you on this alter, and give you the seed necessary to create life within you."

Here he stopped and let her think a moment, "I will do nothing else before I fulfill that order, and I am prepared to do whatever I need to, to do that." Not that he wanted to, nothing he would have ever considered for his own benefit, but he had orders and so, if he had to, consensually or not, he would plant his seed.

He saw her fingers on the knife. "Please Princess, I have no desire to hurt you, do not attempt to do something with that weapon in your hand, that an army of 20, equally equipped, would have no chance of prevailing against me." Not unlike what he had done at the Crow, he did not lose hand to hand combat.

"Lay with me as we have been commanded...and then, unless Miyama appears and forbids it, I will do as you ask: Kill your father, kill his woman, and kill her baby. But that is then...now we have one and only one task we must accomplish first." Dorek began slowly moving toward her, but now, he was reaching back for one of his longswords while his other hand reached inside his armor to grab a ten inch blade of his own...

 

[CutiePie1997]

Kerra knew that she was outmatched by this Black Guard, and -- if he was the type to force himself upon a woman -- she knew, too, that in a matter of moments, he would be emptying his balls into her regardless of what amount of resistance she put forth.

"Don't take another step!" she warned as suddenly the dagger in her hand was at her own throat. "I will not be raped by any man, particularly a Black Guard killer."

She was bluffing, of course, but would he know this? Many women in the past and many women again in the future had and would take their lives after being violated in the way Dorek would have to violate Kerra to get what he wanted at this time. The shame for many was simply too horrific with which to live.

Ironically, Kerra was a very strong woman emotionally and would survive being raped -- again! -- well enough. But again, would Dorek know this?

Thinking quickly, searching for a way out, she told him, "You cannot make with child now anyway. I'm not in my Moon."

Not believing for a moment that Dorek was as sexually inexperienced as he claimed to be, Kerra was presuming that he would understand that she was telling him that she wasn't currently in her fertile days of her monthly cycle.

"You would be wasting your seed on my garden today," she went on, honestly speaking the truth, though, he couldn't know that unless he pulled her britches down and opened her legs to find a bloody rag there. "Your witch didn't bother to ask me if I was bleeding before she sent me here to meet you."

Kerra got the sense that maybe Dorek was either beginning to believer her or at the least softening his thoughts on taking her against her will. She told him, "I will ride with you ... to your witch ... this Mayima of whom you speak. She will verify what I tell you is true. I will present my offer to her, and if she accepts, I will ride with you to Foggia, and if you can't kill a woman with a child in her womb ... I will."

Kerra lowered the dagger, then sheathed it. All she could do now was hope that Dorek believed that she was not currently in heat.

 

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Dorek was flummoxed! Never as he had made his simple statement that they must first follow orders and then could do as she asked, had he expected this. The dagger he assumed was potentially intended for him, was suddenly taken to her own throat! "Don't take another step!...I will not be raped by any man, particularly a Black Guard killer."

Dorek had stopped before she ever said it, purely by her most unexpected behavior. However, what followed was, well, offensive! "My Lady, i assure you my intent was not to rape you...my intent was to pleasure you, enjoy each other, and then fulfill my orders." He had to admit, that he felt compelled to fulfill his orders, no matter her willingness, and he guessed, although he detested the characterization, but that could be considered rape.

No, that was not what offended him, it was the latter. "I am not a killer. Yes, I kill, in the line of duty, kill those who will not accept my warning, kill those who attack me, and kill those I am ordered to kill...but I am no killer, I do not kill for my own gain and I certainly don't enjoy it. I am a warrior, a very good, and very effective warrior!

Whether she understood the distinction or not he could not tell. He was a very handsome, very well built and highly skilled man, but, to a fault, he was truthful. But then, perhaps in response to his prior comment, perhaps not, she added, "You cannot make with child now anyway. I'm not in my Moon."

She must have seen the look of utter quandry on his face, or noticed as he looked up, as if looking for the moon, but only seeing the vaulted ceiling of the monastery. "Not in your moon?" He simply asked, trying to understand this new piece of information that seemingly threatened to prevent him from achieving his objective.

"You would be wasting your seed on my garden today...Your witch didn't bother to ask me if I was bleeding before she sent me here to meet you." Witch? Mayima? No his Queen. He focused back on the first, listening to her explanation. He had heard, never thank the Gods seen, that women bled and it had to do with their ability to bare children, something about cycles, very confusing, but part of the magic, as Loris had stated regarding the ability to be multi orgasmic, of being a woman.

He had no response, he truly had no idea how to deal with this new piece of information and what it meant to his task. The princess proposed a solution, "I will ride with you ... to your witch ... this Mayima of whom you speak. She will verify what I tell you is true. I will present my offer to her, and if she accepts, I will ride with you to Foggia, and if you can't kill a woman with a child in her womb ... I will."

He smiled at the last part, "You are tough, I must say I like that, but it is all I like." He was pleased to watch as she sheathed her dagger, at least he would not have her blood, albeit by her own devices, on his head. Her proposal had one key problem, ride to where? He had no idea where Miyama was, he, other than the first time, and that had been an accident, or so he thought, had never found Miayama, she found him.

"Riding will do no good, I do not know where my Queen is..." He referred to her as he thought of her, not the blasphemous characterization of Kerra. "We should wait here, I am sure she will find us, she always does. She can verify what you say, and if so, I will carry out the tasks you request, all of them, and then, we will fulfill our destiny!"

He said it as a statement, but he was hoping to see some affirmation of agreement. Suddenly all the ardor he had felt entering the monastery and first seeing the woman with the fire hair evaporated. Consummation no longer an option. He leaned against one of the marble columns resting, and then he looked up into her eyes and stated the obvious, something she could not deny, "YOU...you are a most frustrating woman!" His eyes were sparkling, and he even had a small smile on his face, he was still attracted, perhaps moreso than ever!