The Prince's Champion

[Swashbuckler]

OOC:
This is a private thread for Kitty69 and myself, Swashbuckler. All are welcome to read along and enjoy the story. Thank you.



IC:
Prince Lucas
The hier to the throne of Glandallia, and here I am now chained in the depths of the dungeons of the vlie sorcerous, Chandalet. Her minninons having swept upon my hunting party. Killing my men at arms. The foul orcs, netting me. Clubbing my head into the blackness of unconsciousness.

I woke up being dragged through the swampy lands of the Sorceress. My skin soiled and ripped by the lash. Orcs laughing at their quarry. The whip flashing once again upon my flesh, driving m into a fevered march. As my head bounced up, I caught the first glimpse of the tower, rising like a mausoleum of the damned, bleak and black, from the mists of the swamplands. An orc captain grabbing my soiled and sweat streaked golden locks, pulling my gave to his, "Welcome to your new home," he growled in halting comon tongue.

His laughter echoing in my ears as the lash fell hard upon my shoulder, splitting the linens of my shirt and tearing my flesh, releasing a crimson trickle. The lash fell many more times, I fel to blackness once again.

I awoke chained to the wall. The beautiful, barely clad form of the sorceress looming above me, "Excellent, my new pet," she hissed upon my waking. "I am so glad you are not dead, not yet anyway." She trailed off. Grabbing my hair in a cold fist she spat in my face, "You need only choose to marry me and grant your kingdom to me to end your suffering, my prince." I answered only with a spat into her face. She released my head and wiped her cheek with her fingers, "I am so glad you wish to play first," She said as she turned to the cell door. It creaked open.

The next thing I knew I was being drug by chains down a dark passage. Into a large, dimly lit by flickering torch room. A large smoking brazier stood near the middle. I was lain over a wooden horselike structure, the remnants of my clothes were cut from my flesh by maniacally laughing goblins. My limbs were strung tightly to the horse, its splinters sticking into my chest, abdomane, and...

My sight was taken by a thick blind fold. I heard hushed tones in a dark tongue. I felt heat near my exposed ass flesh, I screamed as a hot iron was placed thereon. My scream became muffled as something was stufed roughly into my throat...

Pain swirled in my head, I passed out with a trickle of liquid dripping from my lips. Only to awake here chained to wall of an empty cell. The chill of the stone floor carressing the seared flesh of my rear. Upon the far wall I saw a torn decree, pleading for a champion to rise and return me to the lands of Glandallia. A cruel torment, for I knew no one would be so fooish as to risk themselves to the cruelty of the sorceress. I hung my head, ignorignthe pain of my body and resigned myself to death. That was so cruely denied me.

 

[Kitty69]

"Hear ye, hear ye!

His Royal Majesty, King James the Second wants all his subjects, commoners and nobles alike, to know that he has awarded a 5000 gold pieces reward upon the safe return of his beloved son, prince Lucas.

Prince Lucas was captured during a great battle that took place one week ago, and is now prisoner of the evil Sorceress.

Bless you who will help save our beloved prince Lucas!"

And the royal messenger was off again, on to the next town to let everyone know of the capture and reward for the crown prince.

"5000 gold pieces! That's a bloody fortune! I know that it will be tough to go up against the Sorceress and her minions, but bloody hell I'm going to try!"

So spoke Ehlana, the warrior-mage who was just passing through the town on her way to join a band of mercenaries.

She walked to the tavern and sat down, thinking to herself. She would need a detailed plan to go up against the wicked Sorceress. Maybe she even needed some more people to pull this off.

"I need to go to Westgate, and find some henchmen for this. Fireball-fodder if you will." She grinned to herself. They didn't need to die, but more reward for her if they did.

And so she packed her things and mounted her horse, riding off into the direction of Westgate.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Prince Lucas

I lost track of time. A swirl of torments. Serpated by mere hours. Only to be returned to my hapless hole. Thisck with chill slime of the swampy land. Filtering through fouled earth of worms and leeches, stones damp and cold. The door creaks again....

She patted the warty cheek of the orc guard as she slipped into the gloom. "How noble, young Prince," she said with haughty air. "And how fairs our prisoner this day? Your torment will end, either with your eventual death at some careless hand, or with your submitle to my simple request. Your kingdom, or your pain and humiliation?!?" Chandalet spat in my face, wrenching my tangled locks in an iron grip, pulling me up slightly from my slump against the wall.

I did not answer her. I would not. She threw my head back hard upon the stones. "Guards!" Chandalet barked cold as the ice within her veins. In an instant foul and stenching hands were upon my flesh. I was drug to the center of the cell. My manacled hands were secured to a suspended chain. The grinding of a winch sounded the tension upon my wrists and shoulders, as I was lifted off the stones.

"You will see it my way, Lucas," Chandalet hissed into my ear from behind. Her long black nails clawing at the oddly shaped burn scar on my ass cheek, reawakening the pain. My head shot back at the claws. She rose off the floor with a black magic wind, her lithe black and crimson robes of spiders gauze flowing over my skin as she wrapped herself around me. Her black lips falling upon mine so parched. What spell was she weaving that I was so apt to enjoy her kiss?

Shaken by the pain as she apeared behind me with a laugh. I heard the cat's whislte the instant I felt its embrace. Her laughter echoing in the dark, as I swung...

 

[Kitty69]

A few hours later Ehlana rode through the city of Westgate. She thought about her next step, looking around at the usual street scenes.

She could of course go to the mercenary guild, and hire one or two people there. But mercenaries were expensive and demanding. If she told them she was planning on freeing the Prince from his prison in the lands of the Sorceress, they would demand a very high sum of money up front. And she had almost none to give.

Riding deep in thought she came across a tavern, and watched a stereotypical adventuring party enter. The wizard with the long hat and gray beard, the halfling thief with daggers. A female warrior, her armor revealing more than it was protecting, and a man in a chainmail with a mace and some religious symbol around his neck. She shook her head, and rode on.

But of course, that was the solution! Adventurers! Just the promise of new experiences, battling evil and rescueing the maiden (that part made her laugh)! And she wasn't totally unknown in those circles. If she played it right, she would be able to find someone to travel with, and not spend one copper.

She went to the better parts of town, wanting at least experienced companions, not the fresh ones, and soon came at an inn she remembered well. The Lady's Luck.

Giving her horse to the stable boy, she walked inside. Blinking with her eyes to get used to the low light conditions, she looked around. Soon she spotted an elven woman, dressed in elven chainmail sitting alone at a table. She had two swords lying on the bench next to her, and a symbol around her neck, indicating she was a priestess of Corellan Larethian, the elven prime god.

Ehlana walked up to her and bowed.

"I am Ehlana Flameweave, and I am on a noble quest to save a man of great importance from the cludges of evil."

Yes, that sounded as a good quest pick-up line.

The elven woman looked at her with a bored expression on her face.

"Yes you are after your precious prince, as are all the other would-be heros in town. What's it to me?"

Hmm definetely not the response she had been hoping for. At least she sounded intelligent and practical. Ehlana liked that much.

Boldly she sat down with the woman and ordered two goblets of wine.

"I see you have heard about his capture then? Well that's good. What's it to you? We are the only ones that stand a chance you see. No one would risk going so deep into the Sorceress Chandalet's lands normally speaking. But the idea the honor and fame that will come to the rescuers are making every man and woman able to wield a dagger go crazy. They won't even make it through the lands of the Khraz Medan."

She smiled to herself as she saw the elf look more interested now.

"I see you at least seem to know what you are doing. Maybe we should discuss matters. I am Curnalda Nightblade. Swordweaver of Corellan Larethian."

Ehlana inwardly gasped. Curnalda Nightblade! The famous swordweaver! And she was actually willing to go with her? I must use all my charisma to persuade her to join me. With her at my side, I will certainly succeed.

And so the hours passed, the two women first discussing, then talking and finally happily chatting with each other. They both respected the others' intelligence and wisdom, and they both left for their rooms that night as friends.

Tomorrow they would set out for the rescue of the prince!

 

[Swashbuckler]

Chandalet

I sat upon my bloodstone throne, long black nails rapping on the arm. As some nameless cowering dog informed me of a sword weaver whom was looking to cache in on the retrieval bounty on pathetic Lucas' head.

I silenced him with a wave of my hand. He crashed to the floor, stone dead. "Arguhuled!" I screamed for my Orc captain. He stepped forth fromthe smokey shadows and knelt before my feet. "Arguhuled, take ten warriors, and one of the Ogres. Seek this elf out. Bring me her head, and that of any that travel with her. You and your warriors may do with the bodies, what you will....NOW GO!" I ordered. I watched as the fangs of his face were more revealed at my orders. He did so love to enjoy a capture before bringing a head. Sometimes he would keep them alive for days. I chuckled evilly to myself as I watched him exit the chamber. Knowing that already, his armor was smothering his desire.

I lifted my crystal ball with a magical wave, it floated closer to my inquisitive, searching eyes...

 

[Kitty69]

Ehlana and Curnalda

The following couple of days were pretty uneventful. But today they would reach the border of the Kingdom, and pass into hostile lands. Ehlana and Curnalda had become good friends by now, and were pretty confident they would make it to the the Sorceress' stronghold. From there it would be tricky.

Ehlana had been admiring her companion's swordplay when she had practiced with her two blades. She weaved a a dance as beautiful as deadly, flowing from one stance into another. As graceful as a ballet dancer, or maybe more suitably, succubus. Beautiful, and deadly.

Speaking of beauty, Ehlana hadn't only admired her friend's swordplay. The elven's lithe figure, graceful long legs and long silver hair with violet eyes attracted the human immensely.

Riding past the last outpost of the Kingdom, they started to look out more, on their toes for danger. Yet the land seemed to be as peaceful as it had been before they had crossed the border. The summer air was hot, and the dust crepped into their armors, making the trip long and dull.

When evening came, they reached a lake surrounded by some trees and bushes. The fresh water looked god-sent, and they decided to stop there.

Both women undressed quickly, each eyeing the other when they thought the other didn't look, and they splashed into the water.

"She looks even better nude," Ehlana thought as she eyed the pale skinned elf.

Curnalda looked at Ehlana and thought to herself how good human females could look, so much different to elves. Where she herself was lithe and petite, Ehlana had big hips, a small waist and big breasts. Her brown hair and eyes were usual for humans, but seldom found among the faery folk. Curnalda felt her pulse quicken as she saw her companion's nude form soak in the water.

"Time to have some fun!" Ehlana called out, and swam over to the elven woman, then pushing her head under water. She laughed, a laughter soon turned into a wattery gurgle as she was pulled underwater herself.

And so the two gorgeous women played in the water, wrestling with each other and having fun, laughing and giggling. Both took the oppurtunity to let their hands roam over the other's body, and both felt their lust rise.

For a moment they forgot their mission and surroundings. And that was a mistake.

For there were 11 warriors and a giant ogre looking at them from the bushes. Their approach hadn't been silent. Had one of the girls payed any attention they would have seen the enemy. But they hadn't.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Arguhuled

As we watched from the cover of the brush, a fiendish grin crossed my lips. Watching the two women frolic was churning my blood to a frothy boil. My immense Orcken maleness beat its hot war drum for release.

Glancing over at Urugatt, my blazing eye caught his hand freeing his staff from its leather breeched confines. His bulbounous dark green spear head already fully prepared. His fingers gripping the shaft, and his tongue hanging limply with hunger from parted lips and between yellowed fangs. "Urugatt," I whispered in a hiss as I siezed his arm just as it began to move, "we haven't got them yet." Looking him in the eye, I pointed to four of the others and nodded with my head to the left of thier camp. Turning around sharply, I nodded to the other five to advance from the right. I and Grugle, the Ogre, would take the center. My fist tightened around the haft of my battle axe as the others scurried to thier positions.

The elf and the human wrapped in a passionate kiss and bobbing with the gentle waves of the lake were clumsilly making thier way to the shore. I watched as they were wading out, too far to inland to swim, too far from their gear to resist...

I instantly put the horn to my lips as the elf put her wet fingers to the humans cave. The blast spun their heads, as arrows flew from both sides. Two from right two from left, as I had planned. Three charging left, three from right. Two on the left had the net drawn open between them, making a dead rush for the pair.

Grugle, bellowed hsi stupid cry and lept at my heels into the camp. Trampling the tent in his unganely wake, his treelimb raised high over head.

My Orcmeat beatign furriously beneathe my studded leather, the sight of victory and terror before my eyes...

 

[Kitty69]

Ehlana and Curnalda

They're playing and wrestling soon got them both passionate enough to loose any last inhibition as their lips found each other, locking them in a kiss. They're tongues danced together, playing and wrestling like their bodies had earlier.

They took each other's hand and walked out of the pool just as Curnalde moved her fingers to Ehlana's sex, she rolled away as a horn sounded.

Then everything happened at once. Arrows flew to their unprotected bodies, Curnaldahaving evaded them, but one hitting Ehlana in her upper leg. She shouted, but more in frustration than pain. She quickly gathered her will and blasted a ball of energy to her left, exploding in a bright flash. 4 Orcs lay dead.

Curnalda chanted a mystical spell, and soon she had a firey sword in her hand, ready to try and take on 5 opponents.

Ehlana tried to catch her breath, the spell taking much out off her, and the arrow didn't help. She then saw the Ogre coming at her, carrying a young tree in it's hands. She tried to cast another spell but he swung already, and she got blown away agains a tree, and then remained there on the ground, slumped together.

Curnalda danced her deadly dance, trying to evade as much as she could, but even when she downed an opponent, 4 others made small cuts and bruises. She was able to kill 2 more, but finally had to yield as her firey sword disappeared, it's magic having burned out. She didn't have a chance against the big Orc who handled his axe like an extension of his own body.

The net burned in the explosion Ehlana created, they surrouned the elf and growled at her with lust.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Arguhuled

One blow from Grugle's club, and the human crumpled to the ground. The Elf's sword of fire fizzled out just as I reached the fray. A yell set my squad upon her full. Tow tackling her to the gournd. "Hold 'er hands, and slience her tongue!" I bellowed at the fools. One instantly smothered her tiny lips beneathe his own, grey green and bristling stubled ones. His tongue driving into her throat. A roar of laughter errupted. The elf's weaker wrists pinned to the ground by callosed hands. Her fingers clenching to fists in response to the invasion of her mouth.

I turned and shouted, "Grugle! Hold that pretty one!" My voice containg the unspoken warning from my snarling lips. Grugel had her lifted from the ground by the hair, drool dripping from his laughing mouth. His coal black eyes ablaze with lust, as evidenced by his displaced loin cloth, jutting out over a foot fro his waist.

I unshouldered my pack and brought out two sets of irons. I tossed a pair to the warrior that was already enjoying the taste of victory at the elf's enflamed cave, "Lock up her hands, fool!" I commanded. Tossing a stout leather thong, "Gag her as well," I said as a wrod of caution. The crowd set to thier work with a boisterous glee. A breif shrill shriek as the elf's mouth was freed from the tongue, to be cut short by the thong into a muffled curse of protest.

Taking the other manacles I strode across the shoreline, stepping cruelly on a smoldering corpse. I grin of pure delight as I slapped the manacles hard upon the human's wrists. "Put her down," I offered to Grugel. Who simply dropped ehr to her knees in the mud. Seizing her hair, I thrust my own gag in between her lips. With a gasp of pleasure, how sweet were her lips about my lance. Grugel laughed like a bemused, lust ful dunce. His loin cloth unable to contain his emmense delight further.

 

[Kitty69]

Ehlana and Curnalda

Curnalda couldn't help but yield to the strong orc that overpowered her. She bit on his tongue, but it was like biting leather, he didn't seem to be affected by it. Her only hope to get out of this without being raped was gone as soon as she was shackled and gagged. Helplessly she looked at the orcs lusting over her body.

Ehlana had a big bruise on her side from where the brute had hit her, as well as the back of her head from the impact of the tree. She came around feeling something big in her mouth, and upon openeing her dazed eyes she saw the pubic hair of an orc. She whimpered as he took her, and as she wanted to fight back she felt that she was shackled.

She hoped feverishly that Curnalda was ok...

 

[Swashbuckler]

Arguhuled

The human's body trembled awake with surprise as I filled her mouth. She struggled uselessly against her irons, only driving me deeper into her lips with her actions. Grugel laughed boisterously as he saw her eyes widen in her disbelief. He placed a huge paw about her chest. His oversized hand enough to fonddle both of her exposed breasts beneathe his giant grime coverd hand. "Careful, Grugel," I hissed as I pumped the depths of her throat, "theses toys break easily." His eyes showed his pain as he released her chest with a cruel pinch. "If you are a good boy, I may let you find out how they split...,later," I finished with a gasping grunt. How I enjoyed human teeth, flat, and glancing. A rare treat.

I heard a roar from behind me as the elf gasped loudly against her gag. The cheer could only mean one of two things, victory in combat; or, as it was in this case, her cunt's first taste of Orcken steel. I could picture it in my mind. Her silver hair, drove into the mud. As a ranking warrior dove between her thighs. Slamming his raging cock deep into her tight elven quim. Introducing her to the high price of defeat and capture.

 

[Kitty69]

Ehalana and Curnalda

Ehlana groaned as her throat was being abused. But she knew there was little she could do. She did hear Curnalda let out a muffled scream, so she was still alive, at least. She didn't really worship any gods, but she send up a prayer for the stunning elf to be spared. She suprised herself, usually she didn't care that much for others.

She heard the orc's words to the Ogre and groaned again as he pinched her hard. Whatever happened, she wouldn't be killed by sex with an ogre, she promised herself that.

Curnalda was turned on her stomach, then her knees were pressed beneath her. Her ass in the air and face in the dirt she groaned deeply, feeling an orc enter her. She wasn't afraid, she had been taken before against her will, but oh, was she mad!

 

[Swashbuckler]

Arguhuled

Holding the human's brown hair tightly as I would an axe haft, I pulled her hard against my groin. Stabbing deep into her throat and flooding her mouth with pent up issue. Pulling out of her dripping lips, trailing saliva and seed in my hasty wake. She coughed and gasped. With a laugh of triumph and delight I stuffed her lips with a thong, pressing my gift to herhard upon her tongue. My thick figners slipped the knot. "Very good, human," I croaked with a hand forcing her face to the ground. Her ass raising itself from her heels.

"Grugel, do you like this?" I asked with a nod to her lifted delights. He laughed and lept forward, his pitched cloth blowing past his enormaous prick. "Too bad," I said as it just kissed her lips, "go root out their gear. I want all of their trinkets packed up for travel." He roared with disapointment as he stood, the tip of his fist sized head just slickened from her lips. I could see his veins straining in throbbing denial. Loweering my fanged mouth to the human's ear, "You live, so long as you and your companion behave yourselvesss," I warned with a hiss and flick of my tongue to her upturned ear. "As much as I enjoy your body warm, and ready. I will not hesitate to change that, understand, my pretty?" I asked with a snarl.


Holding her down I looked up to watch the rape of the elf woman. She was held down, silver hair decorated with wet sand. Callosed hadns gripping her hips, nails biting her pale flesh. I could see the rapid thrust and retreat and thrust again of the grey green cock of warrior after warrior as they all took her. Her legs were slick from lake water, her own sweat, and florescent green of Orcken seed tath overspilled her resivoire. Her pale cheeks were flushed. With wounded pride and exertion. Howl after howl went up, stirring my blood and lust anew. Fingers absently rubbing the strands of the humans hair I watched the triumph unfold.

 

[Kitty69]

Ehalan and Curnalda

Ehlana gagged as the orc seed shot into her mouth and throat. Her eyes watered and flared at her assaulter. But then he pushed her against the sand, her nether region dangerously exposed. She listened to him talk with the Ogre, and she felt relieved when she heard that he wouldn't rape her. His fould voice then whispered into my ear, I could smell his stinking breath. His tongue flicked against my ear, my revulsion rising.

"You live, so long as you and your companion behave yourselvesss. As much as I enjoy your body warm, and ready. I will not hesitate to change that, understand, my pretty?"

She could only nod, as much to appease him as to get his stinking breath out of her face.

Cursing her neclegance and the thong in her mouth, she thought about the situation as she felt her hair being pulled by the orc.

Curnalda was raging inside. One by one the orcs took her. She needed to do something, and quickly, or she wouldn't be able to live with herself. She thought about it as good as she could under the circumstances, her mind being ragged.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Arguhuled

The elf was nearly unconsciouss when the warriors had finished thier delights. I smiled cruelly as the last thick cock pulled slowly from her battered quim. Gregel had torn the camp to bits. Everything of any interest had been tossed into a pile. He had smashed and destroyed all else.

I signalled Urugatt and he marched over, adjusting his displaced armor. "Take her," I said as I released the human. He seized her arm above the elbow and drug her to her feet, he stole a lick wit his tongue across the back of her neck as she drew closer to his face.

I walked over and inspected the pile of interesting items. An elven chain shirt, "How nice," I said with a laugh. Stuffing it into my pack and returning it to my shoulder. "Gather up the booty, we march in five minutes!" I shouted. There was a flurry of activity as the loot wash stuffed into packs. Unrolling my scourge for my hip, I let it trail through the muddy sand to the prosoners.

Looking at them both with a blood red eye, "Now, my pretties, I shall see how you run," I said as Urugatt and an assitant looped ropes around thier slender waists. The teathers were passed to Gregel's giant hand. Looping the ends around his wrist for unneeded security. "Try to keep up, the pace. The better you run, the less you will feel the lash!" I barked and with two swift cracks across thier breasts. The race begun. Warriors to each side of them, Gregel and my lash behind the pair, we and our trophies started to run.

 

[Kitty69]

Ehlana

She got dragged to her feet by the brute, and then was macrhed off to the rest. Feeling his tongue over her neck, she shivered at it.

Her eyes searched for Curnalda, quickly finding her as the last orc finished his business inside her. her heart reached out to her friend, and she felt sad. And enraged. She would teach these orcs a lesson! Only 3, the leader and the ogre left.

As Curnalda was dragged to her feet too, the goo running over her legs their eyes founf each other, and they both looked concerned at the other. Seeing both were relatively well, they sighed.

They let their waists be bound and listened to the leader. Both cringed as the whip lashed out over their sensitive breasts and they bite down on their teeth.

Both were running all their spells throyugh their mind, wondering which ones could be cast with only their fingers as they began to run, shackled.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Arguhuled

As I had always known, humans and elves made poor runners, much to my delight. To encourage thier pace I applied the scourge to thier ass cheeks. How splendidly they both burned with the coloring from the lash. That was something. They had slowed us more than I would have wished. As dawn began to break we barely reached the shores of the swamp and I called for halt.

I lead the pair of trophies to a large tree and with the crude aid of Gregel's strength upon their arms. I wrapped thier arms around the tree, manacleing thier wrists to one another. The girth of the tree's trunk did not allow their arms to relax much. Anytime one would move it would pull the other's nipples across the rough bark. As they were both exhausted I found this exceptionally, delightful. Grengel roughly clapping the last manacle to, I turned and looked about. As Urugatt had set the camp, I grabbed a piece of raw meat and a skin of ale and went about in my search.

Having found some fluffing swamp reeds I took two dagger, bound the reeds flowers to thier hilts with two small strings. First behind the u human and then the elf. I drove the daggers into the bark of the tree. Leaving the reeds buls to brush against both of their quims with every breath they took. I folded my amrs and stepped back to watch, with a fanged grin curling my lips.

 

[Kitty69]

Ehlana and Curnalda

They were both exhausted from the run. Their whole bodies hurt with all the lashes they had endured during the trip. Too tired to even think, they were shackled to the tree. They took each other's hands and waited. They wanted to fall asleep, but couldn't in this position.

After a while the leader returned with some sort of flower. Ehlana felt how the thing was held against her labia, which started to feel hot, and itched. She desperatey needed to scratch it, but obviously couldn't, and moaned in frustration.

Curnalda got the same treatment, but refused to acknowledge it. She pinched Ehlana's hand and then used one of her tricks.

"Ehlana? Can you hear me? Squeeze my hand if you can.

Squeeze.

"Good. I hope you are ok, my love. These orcs may look tough, but they need sleep too. Probably only one or two guards. Be on your toes for my signal, and we will have our revenge, ok?"

Squeeze.

She had called her "my love" Ehlana thought to herself with great joy. Suddenly she felt less tired, and ready to make her move.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Arguhuled

I watched as they each begoan to twitch against the tails of the swamp nestled between thier thighs. I roared with laughter and drank heavilly on the skin's ale. The others noticed adn also joined the laugh at their expense.

After we had all ate I set Clagnaar to watch and the rest of us laid down in te damp earth and drifted to sleep

 

[Kitty69]

Ehlana and Curnalda

Both women watched as they saw the orcs feast, drinking volumes of ale and eating good. Fearing what they might do in a drunken fit, they relaxed again as they saw how the monsters went to sleep, leaving only the ogre awake.

Are you ready my dear?

Ehlana squeezed Curnalda's hand.

Good, be strong, this will hurt, but it is the only thing I can do, being bound like this.

Not much later Ehlana felt the iron shackles heat up, searing her flesh. She gritted her teeth and tried to keep silent.

I am keeping the heat as localized as I can. The middle should be very soft by now, start pulling back.

With that the girls gathered all their strength and pulled against the chains. Slowly they managed to bend the softened metal, and finally they snapped free.

Quickly pulling the thongs from their mouths, they looked to see if the ogre had seen or heard anything, but they needn't worry, because the brute was half asleep.

With that Curnalda and Ehlana sneaked to their gear, at least the things the orcs had brought with them. Seeing both Curnalda's swords and Ehlana's warhammer, they took their weapons. Then they quickly rushed to the ogre, and before he could react he was stabbed with two swords and hit in the head by the hammer. Every single blow was fatal, and together they were destructive. The big monster shuddered once, then collapsed.

Curnalda then killed the other orcs, the ones that had assaulted her, and she grinned as she slit their throats. Ehlana smashed the leader's skull in and nodded to herself.

Then they flew to each other, hugging tightly, the ordeal over. They held each other and were silent for a few moments. Then Curnalda healed their wounds and they freshened up with water.

Too tired to continue, Ehalana casted a warning spell that would alert them of any danger, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Chandalet

The image in the crystal ball became misty as I broke my concentration. The fool did not just kill them, of course with such beauty, I could only blame his foolishness; not his desires. I thought as I absently rapped my fingers on the arm of my throne. A pleasant thought of appropriate revenge formed in my mind and smile creased my lips as I disappeared up the winding stairs to the top of my tower.

I pushed the heavy door to the roof top open and revelled in the foul stench of the Harpies landing. Kicking a claw marked skull out of my way as I addressed the flight, "My pretties, there is a deliscious pair of would be heroines at the edge of my swamp. They have displeased me, now go and welcome them. Show them how interlopers are welcomed in my lands," I said with a purr. The harpies began hopping and flitting about. The dingy feathers of their wings agitaing and molting with their excitement. Talons felxing, and thier humanlike breasts swelling in excitement. Giving one a quick lick on the neck, "GO!" I rodered and they rose into the predawn sky with cacauphonous and cruel cakle in thier chaotic flight.

I watched them depart and smiled cruelly. Descending the stairs to the very bowels of the tower, my smile grew as my excitement rose. Prince Lucas, would have to suffer dearly for their vain attempts o rescue him. From the folds of my gauzey coverings I pulled out an apropriate method to please myself with his body.

 

[Kitty69]

Ehlana and Curnalda

They woke up late the next morning, having been exhausted when they went to sleep. Their muscles felt very stiff and so they got up uneasily.

But soon they were hurrying about their business, the enourmess stench of the dead bodies giving them wings. They had been too tired to clean up the corpses the day before, and now paid the stinking price.

Curnalda got into her armor which their captors had brought with them, but Ehlana fruitlessly looked around for her leather armor. Obviously the orcs didn't thought that valuable enough to bring with them. She cursed and then started looking for anything else to wear.

Curnalda quickly gathered everything they owned and then looked at Ehlana, scurrying about naked.

"Hmm I guess you DO have to wear something," she said and started looking too.

Finding nothing they the women made some sort of armor-clothing from what they could find, which at least covered her, and offered a little protection.

And so they went into the swamps, carefully moving, probing with a long stick to search out sudden depths.

 

[Swashbuckler]

The Harpies

Flying over the swamp was far more desirable than wading through its bogs. They made much better time than any others could hope to.

A cackle from the lead brought us all into song, as our quarry was sighted meanering through the reeds, probing the murky depths of the bog with a pole to find their footings. Our melodious voices lept to the wind in a song of sweet embraces. The beauty of our human bodies glistening in the sun, beneathe our dakrly feathered wings. Our lower legs, our bird legs flexed our talons in rhythm to the beat of the music as our spell of seduction was cast. As one all six of us licked our lips in anticipation, our hunger builinding slickly in our most human depths as we circled in above the pair of beauties below.

The sun glinting brightly off the chain covered rises of elven breasts. The half clad human looked particuarily like a sweet delacasy as they trudeged on. The muddy water swiring about thier thighs. We waited aloft for our song of lust to take its full effect. Our human hands wandering our bodies in anticipated desire as we soared above, savorign the song at our lips.

 

[Kitty69]

Ehlana and Curnalda

Slowly but steadily the girls made their way through the swamp. Some parts were just muddy, others really were deep water, and they were forced to wade through it.

Ehlana felt miserable in the make-shift clothing, not helping much against the muddy waters. But she kept going, Curnalda and the quest for fame and money drove her on.

Curnalda had taken the lead, and after a few hours in the swamp, she began to feel... warm. Well, warm at first, but soon she felt the unmistakable feelings of desire well up in her. She was getting horny!. Not wanting to give in, she pressed on.

Ehlana watched her friend's chain clad ass sway back and forth and felt lust well up in her. She shaked her head, wondering why chainmail certainly looked like lingerie, but still felt her pussy moisten and nipples harden.

"Let's rest a bit at that hill there, it should be dry," Curnalda proposed.

Ehlana nodded, and they both walked over there. When they got up the hill, both were panting, not from the exercise, but from the passion they felt. Up the hill they both sat down, the sun shining bright and hot, the humidity high. Ehlana sighed and quickly got out of her cloth-armor and smiled a seductive smileat Curnalda.

Curnalda looked at Ehlana and licked her lips as the human's body was revealed. She felt her nipples strain against the cloth under her chainmail, the sweat was running down her back, and she wasn't sure if the dampness between her legs was sweat.

Ehlana got on all fours and crawled over to Curnalda, then kissed her passionately on her lips. Curnalda quickly succumbed and kissed back, her own fingers going to her chain links that hold her armor together. Ehlana helped her and soon the elf was naked again, and they rubbed their bodies together. Moaning into each other's mouths they let their hands roam.

Quickly Ehlana casted her alarm spell, not to be caught offguard again, and then she and the hot elf got into a 69 position and started lapping hungrily at each other, too hot to think about any foreplay.

 

[Swashbuckler]

The Harpies

Soon our spell began to take its toll. The pair of females could no longer resist and sought out a small hill. Once there we watched from the sky as armor was discarded and tossed about. In the wake of their impassioned embraces. We circled down from the heavens, closer...closer. The scent of their lust rising on the wind. Their muffled purrs and moans tantalizing our ears and driving the song to a climax. The sight of their writhing bodies on the soft mossy turf of the mound; thier heads busilly burried between each others glistening thighs, fillling our heads with dark lust.

We landed in a circle, surrounding them with song. Fingers diiging our lust to a cresedo as we took the first shaky steps towards the writhing and moaning mound of delight before us. Each of us were dripping fom the sight and the anticipation of our song. Our human breasts were sweeled and full, twelve dark nipples, all errect and proudly displayed. Twelve eyes glazed with hunger. Our leader withdrew the stuffed leather phallus from the bag slung from her neck and began to lace it about her waist with a broad grin.

Sudenly they both broke their lock upon one another's loins and looked up. Their faces slickend with the others delights....