Of Warlords and Pleasures: Swartt Sixclaw
NOTICE! All chars used in this story are copyright Brian Jacques, and are used without permisson.
Bluefen, the youngest daughter of the deceased Warlord, waited within the matrimonial green tent, awaiting Swartt Sixclaw's arrival. They had been married earlier that day, as custom was. The daughter of the first Warlord always married the next, and now she awaited the cruel ferret so that they could consummate their marriage. She clutched her headdress of flowers tightly as she remembered the lewd teasing the old ratwives of the horde had made as they dressed her in a thin linen dress of light blue. "I hear he's a hard one," one of them had cackled. "Aye, an' he don't care about crying. He jus' wanna pump ya!" The five old rats had laughed uproariously at the scared expression on Bluefen's face as they draped the cloth around her.
The pretty ferretmaid felt tears run down her cheeks. Was Swartt really that cruel? She gasped as she heard footsteps outside of the tent. The flap was shoved aside and Swarrt strode in, dressed in the full regalia of a barbaric Warlord. His mailed paw, injured by some young badger he had once enslaved and called Scumtripe, hung at his side, touching the hilt of his long sword, and his other paw beckoned to a slave, who held a flagon and a emerald-encrusted golden goblet, which Bluefen recognized to once have been her father's. The young squirrel slave, Nivana, moved to Swartt's side.
"Go put that flagon and the goblet on that table over there, and then get out of here!" the ferret Warlord snarled at Nivana. The squirrelmaid placed the drinking things on the small oaken table, bowed to Swartt, and then scurried out of the green tent, throwing a sympathetic gaze over her shoulder at Bluefen. After Nivana had gone, the ferretmaid turned terrifed eyes onto her new husband. Swartt smiled grimly. "Pretty little thing, aren't you?" Bluefen nodded, her eyes wide as he approached her. The male ferret was handsome, in a cruel, tyrannic way, but that did nothing to assuage her fears. Swartt grabbed Bluefen by the throat, not very hard, but enough to scare the ferretmaid. She whimpered as he brought his face close to hers.
"Now, I forgot your name, pretty one." The Warlord released her, pouring the goblet full of dark red wine. Bluefen watched his mailed paw lift the flagon, and managed to gasp out, "Blue....Bluefen." Swartt sipped the wine. "Bluefen. I like that." He turned to her. "Perhaps you'll like me." The female ferret could not fail to catch the cruelly erotic meaning of his words, and turned her head away. The Warlord set the goblet down, and undid his belt. His war tunic slipped from his lithe body easily, and Bluefen, although very frightened of what would hapen next, was amazed at the size of his member.
Trying to control her tears, Bluefen started to remove her own dress, but Swartt ripped the light blue linen from her body and pushed her down onto the bed. "Here." He shoved the wine toward her. "Drink this, and you'll like me better." Bluefen, her bare body shaking, accepted the wine, and sipped it. The Warlord encircled her slender, cream-colored body with one muscled arm, and kissed her with brusing force. Bluefen, dazed by the strong wine, returned Swartt's kiss, running her paws over the flat planes of his muscled, furred chest. His lips moved from hers to her neck, her breasts. She savored the wine's euphoria as the Warlord licked her nipples and took one in his mouth.
The ferretmaid giggled aloud, and then her drunken laughter turned to pleasurable moans as Swartt explored her soft body with his rough fingers and warm lips. She grasped at his ears and brought him up to explore his mouth with eager lips and touching fingers. The male ferret groaned as his member grew swollen with desire, and he bit her neck, hard. Bluefen whimpered with pain, but her eyes squeezed closed at the exquisite feeling as Swartt moved his lips downward, licking and tasting every inch of her virgin body. She moaned as he licked past her stomach, down farther. The ferretmaid cried out as Swartt's tongue penetrated her moist, untouched well.
The Warlord, eager for her virginity, kissed her thighs, breasts, and lips fervently, then wrapped his arms about her slender body and thrust into her unmarred depths. Bluefen cried out at the new pain, but Swartt's lips muffled the cry as he moved his hands downward to grip her thighs and thrust again. The female ferret wrenched her mouth from his and shrieked aloud as he took her without mercy, his claws biting into her smooth flesh with the intensity of his desire. His tempo increased, and Bluefen's body throbbed with unknown pleasure as Swartt roared, spreading his hot load deep within her body. She moaned, her body glistening with sweat, then screamed as she climaxed with him, thrusting her hips upward against his.
When finally he collapsed upon her sweaty breasts, panting, Bluefen was breathing hard. "I....I never knew it would be...be that way." Swartt grasped her face between his paws. "Aye, neither did I, pretty one." The two ferrets kissed, their paws running across each other's wet bodies as the horde outside waited for the dawn to come.
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