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The King's Daughter

Chapter 2 Allies met

Princess Darla awoke before the sun, an was surprised to find Kengar awake starring at her sleeping face. They said little as she prepared breakfast for the two of them. When the meal was done. an the utensils cleaned an packed away, Darla saddled Aloysuie an donned her heavy plate armor. "Take care of father old mage." She said as she mounted the big roan red warhorse and adjusting the heavy sword on her belt.

"Do you really think you can find him? Glydanual I mean." Kengar questioned, as he watched the warrior princess mount up.

"I will find him Kengar, and he will die." Darla stated plainly, she was so much like her father at heart, even if she looked like her mother.

"He is so very powerful princess, he cast's magic's I can not begin to understand." Kengar admitted with only a trace of shame on his pinched gray face, clearly the Mage was under a great deal of stress.

"If your trying to tell me to be careful don't worry, I will be."

_'She may know something or someone who can lead her to the ArchMage.'_Kengar thought as he watched her, slipping a ring of flying on his concealed finger. "I think it's time I was on my way." The Mage said and with that he softly chanted a spell an disappeared from view.

"Come on Aloysuie it's time to be on our way." Darla said spurring the big stallion to a gallop, invisible Kengar glided along behind the racing war horse. Thinking that if he could find out something of the ArchMage's location the King might march off, an leave Raileen in his care. The princess rode through the heavy forest east of the glen, Kengar bobbing along silently behind her. Darla was uneasy she could feel eye's upon her, but could detect no sound or movement. This part of the wood was known to be wild, so it was possible something was out there. By the time she got to Yolanda's hut she had decided whatever it was, it was probably harmless. As she had ridden through several good place's to ambush a travelers such as herself , yet had saw no trouble.

Yolanda wasn't at home, it looked as though she hadn't been there for as least a day. "So she didn't go back home after she cast the spell for us." Darla muttered to the big war horse, who was gently nibbling on her ear as he stood behind her. "I guess we'll just have to wait for her to get back." She said turning her head an kissing Aloysuie's soft mobile equine lip's, Kengar's jaw dropped as he watched the beautiful young woman passionately kiss the massive red stallion. He was even more shocked when the brute melted in to a nine foot tall horseman. It still resembled a horse, but walked upright on two leg's like a man, it was so very large. It enfolded Darla in it's huge arms pulling her tightly to it's sweaty body and holding her almost tenderly.

A tiny golden fairy buzzed in to the clearing, circling Darla and the horseman ringing like a little bell. "Arial? Is that you?" The fairy perched on the top of a nearby post, still chiming loudly. Darla peered close at the shining little creature, she had one hand over her mouth to stifle her ringing laughter. "Arial where's Yolanda?" Darla asked the giggling little fairy, the tiny golden creature doubled over in laughter, fluttering her wing's she buzz around Darla's head. "Arial..." Princess Darla said firmly as the fairly flitted and fluttered in circles around her and the big war horse. "Show us where Yolanda is." The giggling fairy zoomed off through the trees, quickly mounting Aloysiue who is a war horse once more Darla raced after the little bit of golden light. Kengar's flight spell was failing, when they at last caught up with the tinkling fairy creature, he quickly used his ring to renew it.

The house was a ramshackle cavernous barn, constructed of old uprooted tree's and other driftwood taken from the river banks. Darla dismounted and approached the massive black doorway cautiously. At that moment Yolanda ran out of the huge dark doorway, naked an giggling glancing back over her shoulder. Darla froze in shock at the site of the old witch naked, Yolanda stopped in surprise as she suddenly saw the princess and Aloysiue standing before her. And so was almost trampled when the grizzled old centaur galloped out the door, grabbing her in a big bear hug he laughingly said. "Ha I`ve got you nymph, now you must do as I ask... Ha ha ha!"

Looking over her shoulder's, his hand's still clutching her surprisingly pert breast's. He finally saw Darla and Aloysuie standing amazed in front of them and cleared his throat. "Friend's?" He asked Yolanda softly, as the old witch blushingly assured him that they were indeed friends. Seated at the centaur's fire, Darla watched the solid old fellow cooking dinner. His face was weathered an sunbeaten, and his mane an coat were touched with gray, but he was still lean an thickly muscled.

"A handsome old stud." She said quietly to Aloysuie, who was never more than five feet away from her since they had entered the centaur's house. Yolanda came back in then, her robe's in place like they should be now.

"Why have you come looking for me so soon princess, I know it's not to have the spell reversed." She said leeringly as she looked at the big war horse towering protectively over his mare.

"Well all of us don't have friend's as close by as you." Darla said looking at the centaur, who looked up an smiled brightly, then when back to his cooking.

"Perhaps we should eat dinner... before we get into all of this." Yolanda said wearily, she was in no mood to argue with the princess about Morales at this point.

"Yes it's almost ready." The old centaur declared taking the pot off the fire and tapping on the keg nearby.

"Thank you Jerome." Yolanda said quickly, he smiled at her adoringly then began serving up the amazingly delicious dinner. The meal was made up of a wonderful stew, brown bread,an beer the old fellow had a knack it seemed. When the meal was over Jerome wandered out side to smoke his knotty wooden pipe, Aloysuie grazed contentedly just out side the door.

"The ArchMage Glyndanual you've heard of him?" Darla inquired darkly as the witch looked at his curiously.

"Of coarse." Yolanda assured running one cool hand over her face as the young princess scooted forwards in her seat. Quickly Darla told the witch about her brother's ignominious an debauched violation at the ArchMage's hand's, high in the rafter's Kengar slowly stroked himself, thinking of Raileen an the revelry's they'd perform when he returned.

"Can you return my brother to normal Yolanda?" The princess asked quietly as she face the old witch who knew this was not the real reason she had been searched out.

"No child... such magic's are beyond me."

"But Aloysuie?"

"Changing a person's form is one thing, changing their gender is something else altogether it's part of the highest level's of power. I can not help your brother." The old witch said sadly, as she could almost say what was coming next.

"Then can you help me, help me to find this fiend that I have swore to see dead." Darla growled savagely, Yolanda winced at the words so savagely stated.

"Princess no." The ArchMage is very, very powerful he'll kill you or worse." Yolanda warned, even as she knew this would not be the answer that a princess would take.

"I'll kill him when I find him, and I will find him with or without your help old witch." The princess swore, with the same fire in her eye's that her father had all those years ago. Yolanda knew she was right, she had seen that same determined fire in Darla's eye's only a day before when she had ensorcelled Aloyuise for her.

"I am sorry, but the ArchMage Glyndanual's fortress is hidden by fay magic's I have no idea where it is."

"Within the forest of Quindern." Jerome said darkly as he ambled back in to the massive rambling house.

"What?" Yolanda an the princess asked looking up at the old centaur in surprise and shock.

"A elf once told me that he and his people were ran out of Quindern by the ArchMage." Jerome said simply as he dumped out the bowl of his pipe and put it back into the pouch around his neck.

"It make's sense.' Darla said at once looking from the centaur back to the witch who was frowning. "All the trade road's run through Quindern, an Rhanlan was on a trade mission to Salisbury when he disappeared. But Quindren is so big I could look for year's an not find Glyndanual's hidden palace."

"It is said that it can only be found by some one who's not looking for it." Yolanda advised as she favored Jerome with a dark look that made the old centaur look away.

"Oh that's real helpful." Darla snarled bitterly as she noted Yolanda's reaction to jeromes having named the forest as the ArchMages lair.

"Wait I do have some thing." The old witch dug around in her robes for a second, before taking out a glass vial. "This is the vial of clear seeing, fill it with water an look through it, and you'll see what's really there not illusion can conceal the truth from you."

"An this will help me find the ArchMage's fortress?" Darla asked, holding it up to look at it closely it seem plain glass completely unremarkable.

"Maybe... it certainly can't hurt." Yolanda pointed out as she looked both worry and appalled by her own actions. Kengar had heard enough, swooping out side he landed in a nearby field, an cast his spell of return. In side Darla an Aloysuie shivered, an suddenly knew they were no longer being watched.

***

Kengar appeared in the throne room only to find it empty, quickly he headed for the royal apartment's. As he entered he was surprised to find the Castellan Heinric setting at a small desk, surrounded by couriers and courtly merchant baron's. They parted for the wizard as he approached the grim faced Castellan's black draped desk.

"I must see the King." Kengar said, as the Castellan looked up at him sourly, clearly something strange was going on.

"I am sorry Mage, but the King is in mourning and has left word he is not to be disturbed. By anyone!"

"Mourning? What has happen? I have been gone two night's, speak man." Kengar roared.

"PPP.Prince Rhanlan is... is dead by his own hand, it is said he could no longer live with the humiliation." Heinric said sorrowfully the old man had been the Princes trainer in the combat arts and the two had been close. Kengar was stunned Raileen couldn't be gone she couldn't be dead she just couldn't.

"Where is the body laying in state?" He asked Heinric, but the old guardsman was shaking his grizzled head.

"It's not the King had it placed in the royal crypt, I think he placed it there himself." The Castellan whispered, his voice failing him in the sorrow he felt for his King and the Prince. "Because prince Rhanlan, well because the prince isn't himself, well you know what I mean." Heinric muttered, as if everyone in the place didn't know already what had happened to him.

"I see." Kengar was off quickly, he moved with purpose through the palace corridors deeply into the bowels. The guards at the door to the crypt's said the King had ordered them to let no one pass, not even family or those who already knew. He turned and hurriedly made his way back to Heinric.

"Where is the king?" The Mage demanded so harshly the Castellan's gray face paled, but his still insisted.

"You can't..."

"I just want to know where he is..." Kengar assured his voice softening as spoke to the old man who was after all just doing his duty.

"He has had the top floor of the palace closed off, he said he just needed to be a lone." Kengar looked up a slowly nodded his head, that made a certain perverse sense.

"There's nothing on the top floor, but his study and that spare guest bedroom." Kengar more stated than asked, still the Castellan choose to treat it as a question.

"Yes the only time it was ever used was when the King's brother's family came for a visit." The Castellan agreed weakly, glad that the Mage had some control of himself once again. "But the duke has a town house at the edge of the city now so... there is no real need for it."

"I am beginning to see." Kengar snarled, his face reddening and his eye's taking on a wide glare. "If the King should ask for me, I'll be in my tower. Otherwise I am not to be disturbed. I don't think he'll be asking for you anytime soon."

"Neither do I." Heinric said apologetically, Kengar growled under his breath as he made his way toward his tower. In his casting chamber the Mage dug out his scrying mirror, and carefully pictured the King's private study. The image formed dark an hazy at first, then sharpened an cleared as Kengar's concentrated firmed. The room was empty, so the Mage focused on the door leading out to the guestroom. The image shifted as he visualized the guestroom, when it cleared Kengar gasped in frustrated anger.

Raileen lay on the bed spread eagle, cum running from between her quivering cunt lip's, the King stood over her slowly getting dressed, his limp cock still dripping cum. "Why that perverted old bastard fucking... his on daughter." Kengar swore softly under his breath, the image wavering as his concentration weakened for a moment.

"Stay here my dear, I'll bring you something to eat later." The King assured as he left the room hurriedly, Raileen looked around dully boredom in her sparkling green eye's. Kengar watched the King leave his study, an go down to his throne room, and then turned away from the mirror; he cast a dimensional doorway to the guestroom. Stepping through he quickly turned an cast a permanency charm on the doorway muttering the word which would trigger it when he wished to return. Long muscular arms rapped around his waist, pulling at the belt holding his robe's closed. So he unknotted it an let those soft hand's explore his already aroused body, turning he pushed Raileen back down onto the bed, spreading her long slender leg's. Kneeling he buried his face in her golden haired mound's, licking the salty tartness off her smooth hot fold's. Kengar speared his tongue between her pulsing cunt lip's, licking an sucking the thick greasy fluid from her sublime pleasure box. Her hip's began to undulate, then rock back an forth as she whimpered an moaned in pleasure. He drove his tongue even deeper, loving the slick feel of her fuckhole... Raileen's body quaked an spasmed in ecstasy as she rode his face.

Kengar parted her thigh's wider, an clutched her ass cheek's, plunging his tongue in so deep his nose prodded her hard clit. A scream ripped from her throat as she blasted into climax bucking frantically, he rode her thrusting hip's until her last orgasmic shiver's died away. The Mage stood his pulsing cock only inch's from her quivering sex, Raileen looked up at him languidly. Though prince Rhanlan had been like a younger brother, Kengar couldn't stop himself he knew, this time he didn't even try. He took her swiftly an ferociously, battering her soft flesh with his lean hard body, Raileen wailed an whimpered under his animal like rutting. But clutched at his buttock's pulling him into her harder an deeper, gasping aloud, and then cooed like a contented pigeon, her tongue explored his lip's an cheek. The image of prince Rhanlan bound an gagged under him, as he fucked involuntarily popped into Kengar's head. Ball's deep he withdrew his cock halfway appalled by the image of him self sodomizing the prince!

"OOHHA!" Raileen moaned pulling at his immobile body frantically, she lick at his ear an dug her heel's into his back, in an effort to recapture his long prick. Kengar stared down at the exquisite feminine body beneath him, and began to melt once more, as lust pushed thought's of the prince from his mind. Kengar drove his long cock back into her soppy overflowing pussy, their bodies colliding with a wet smack. A scream escaped her trembling lip's as he gave her another improbably deep thrust, his powerful hip's forced her leg's even wider apart, their bodies slapping together again an again. Kengar could hear prince Rhanlan's distant grunt's an wail's of pain an anguish as he was ferociously sodomized. The sound grew dimmer an dimmer, as he fucked his cock into her with such force that she nearly went through the mattress. She clawed at his back an began bucking her ass up meeting his every thrust, the Mage loved no thing better than a woman who would fuck back, Raileen was just such a woman. The prince's growl's of agony had long been drowned out by Raileen's whimper's of passion. With his cock rammed into her as tight as he could get it, Kengar flipped her around on the bed until she was lying on her side with one leg high over his shoulder. Tremors pulsed through his loin's making his whole body quiver, as he looked down at Raileen's sweaty gaspin body. When he saw her smiling up at him, he knew she was feeling those same tremors, this made him slam into her with renewed vigor. His buttock's pumped back an forth, as he repeatedly leaned into her burying his cock ball's deep each thrust. She begged for more unable to get enough of Kengar's long prick, keeping his cock enshrine deep in her cunt, he pushed her leg off his shoulder and turned her completely over.

"Oooommhm." Raileen moaned, her ass high in the air, her face an shoulder's resting on the mattress. Grasping her firm hip's Kengar watched his cock slamming into the golden haired peach between her thigh's. The image of Menlor's huge mastiff taking her like this that popped into his head, surprisingly only aroused him more. He closed his eye's picturing the enormous growling animal humping her firm round buttock's, Kengar nearly fucked her right off the bed, his cock repeatedly slammed ball's deep. He threw back his head. grimacing as wave after wave of pleasure roared through his loin's, with her back arched Raileen exploded in an orgasmic fit. Her eye's rolled back an her body twisted an spasmed like an enpaled fish, the Mage emptied his passion into her, delivering his lusty exploits in a series of violent fuck thrust's. Raileen winced an smiled simultaneously as Kengar used his erupting cock to repetitiously lift her up off the mattress. A warning chimed in Kengar's ear, someone was coming up the stair's from the royal apartment's...

Ripping his still throbbing member from Raileen's contorting body, he grabbed his robe's muttering the trigger word he stepped through the magical doorway. And was once again in his casting chamber, quickly he said the word that opened an closed the gate then moved off to his bedroom.

Angus stepped out of the dark corner in which he had been waiting, an cautiously touched the wall Kengar had just stepped through. It was as solid an real as always, slowly Angus repeated the word Kengar had said. The wall shimmered slightly, this time his hand disappeared into it with no resistance. Stilling himself he leaned forward so that his head an shoulder's passed through, on a bed just in front of him Raileen lay panting sweaty an naked. He almost stepped through to her, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the chamber door swinging open. Quickly he pulled back whispering the word of closing, and then quickly he hurried off to tell Elwood about his unbelievably lucky find.

Kengar paced his bed chamber restlessly, haunted by he's dark vision of prince Rhanlan. Bound bent over an brutally sodomized, forcefully vitiated, heartless coerced to pleasure his captor's with his mouth as well as his body. Kengar pushed the thought from his mind, and tried to plot out his next move.

***

Following the Dahlan river through the pine barrens, was the quickest way to the trade road's. The fact that the barrens were mostly controlled by the gorged eye Orc clan, counseled against going that way, but the princess was in a hurry so decided to chance it. Aloysuie picked his way slowly down out of the mountain's, a light rain was shifting down making the rocky ground slippery. With her cloak pulled tight over her plate armor Darla watch the darkening pines carefully, one hand resting lightly on the haft of her upraised lance. Aloysiue nickered softly prancing uneasily as his ears swiveled around, Darla patted his great arched neck comfortingly. "I know they're out there, I can feel it to." She whispered to the nervous war horse, slowly she slipped her shield on. Still they saw nothing as the day past quietly, that evening Darla managed to find a rocky tor to camp on for the night it was high an easily defensible. Drizzling rain played it's melodious tune on the leave's and pine boughs all night. Darla an Aloysiue huddled together under her cloak all night though she didn't take off her armor, they were content with the pleasure of one anothers lip's.

At dawn the rain had finely subsided, an the world smelled fresh an clean as the sun finally arose drying the forest. Saddling up she picked her way down the valley, with the river always within sight to her on the right. It was about noon when she heard the drum's, that ancient sign the Orc's were up to something and of course it would be something no good. "Maybe we can make it to the trade road's, before they get to worked up, an start wandering around looking for trouble." Darla whispered into Aloysuie's flattened ear's, as the big war horse prances along nervously. The big stallion picked up his pace down through the spreading pines. The sound of the drum's softened as they left the pine barren's behind, an entered the great Quindern forest. The tree's opened suddenly on a carnage littered clearing just off the side of the trade rode, Darla rode slowly through the battle field, it was of course the sight of an Orc ambush. Broken arrow's, splintered shield's an blood littered the trampled ground, emptied an smashed wagon's told her it was a way laid merchant caravan.

"The blood's still fresh." A soft melodious voice observed quietly, startled horse an rider spun to the right, teeth bared really for a fight. The elven warrior who had spoken was anything but ready for a fight, as he was bent over at the waist retrieving a broken arrow at that moment. "Orcish." The elf exclaimed holding it up, he was golden haired an golden skin like most of his race.

"With the drums booming you thought it would be something else?" Darla asked sarcasticly, staring at the lean handsome elven warrior. The average elf was very handsome, but this one went beyond that... you could almost say he was beautiful.

"Uhem, well it's always possible, I mean there are other creatures in this wood who could do this." He insisted weakly it was a losing argument and he seemed to know it but spoke anyway.

"Ogre's, troll's, giant's an gnoll's don't use arrows, goblin's only come out at night, an centaur's don't take the body's of their victim's home to eat."

"Yes I see, Ahem your right of course. I best see what I can do."

"Do? Do about what?" Darla inquired sharply as she looked around the battle field the caravan had dozens of guards and it had been destroyed.

"Not all the people in the caravan were killed, the Orc's must have a few captive's."

"We don't know that." Darla insisted, suddenly wondering if the elf was mad or just stupid either way he'd likely get himself killed.

"Live meat doesn't spoil as fast as dead meat, even the stupid Orc's know that." The elf explained patiently as he slipped his bow over one shoulder, and looked around as if expecting something.

"You can't rescue the prisoners by yourself." Darla insisted, as she shook her head at the oddly pretty elf and his talk of rescuing people he didn't even know were alive.

"I'm not by myself." The elven warrior said pointing across the field, a tall man appeared out of the forest shadow's, an slowly walked across the blood splattered ground. His black leather armor, and an inky black cloak blended in with the darkness so that only his long pale face could be seen. He looked like the specter of death gliding like a shadow across the battle field, it made Darla shiver involuntarily.

"Adoran." The elf called, gesturing for the lean dark man to come over, needlessly as he was already on his way. Darla's hand move to her sword hilt, an Aloysuie wheeled to meet the stranger pawing the ground nervously.

"I found the track's of at least five captive's mixed in with the Orc's." He said pushing back the hood of his cloak, Darla was amazed by how handsome he was, his long angular face was framed by shoulder length black hair. He turned and gave her a courtly bow even as he spoke a simple greeting. "Dear lady knight we have as yet not been introduced, I am called Adoran the Wanderer."

"And I am Lylyevla Silveraok." The elf exclaimed without bowing, but reaching out to pat the big war horse's long arched neck.

"Princess Darla daughter of King Dalanius of Berndar, Duches of Tarnwood, knight of Einor." Darla stiffly stated her full titles to this stranger and his curious elven friend.

"A great lady indeed, you should not be subjecting yourself to this dangerous forest great lady."

"I go where I will, wanderer I am in no more danger than you." Darla snapped even more annoyed as Adoran smiled at his weakly, as if the humor would be lost on her.

"I meant no offense Princess, it's just that one see's very few of royal blood traveling in the wild's alone, with good reason." He added quietly as the Orc drum boom in the distance, and the sun sank very low in the west.

"The trade road's are hardly wild's..." Darla started, but was cut off by the handsome elf as he looked up at her.

"Quindern is more dangerous than you might think, as are the pine barren's..."

"I just came through the barren's on my way to Quindern." She snapped angrily at the elf who looked confuse by her anger and looked towards Adoran for help.

"You must have been in a very great hurry to risk the barren's alone." The tall dark man observed, his pale face emotionless in contrast to the elfs that was looking more and more confused.

"I am not alone Aloysuie was with me." She said patting the big stallion's neck lovingly, even as the big war horse tossed his head back and pranced in place impressively.

"A formidable ally." The dark warrior muttered looking the huge roan red war horse over admiringly.

***

Aloysuie picked his way along slowly, being as quite as a war horse can be when moving through the forest. Adoran an Lylyvela had told her to wait at the trail fork, but Darla had grown inpatient so she had decide to follow their trail. She knelt an stared hard at the path making out the faint marks of they're pasting, when she heard a soft moan somewhere ahead. Gesturing for Aloysiue to stay still, she moved silently through the tree's, ahead she saw Lylyvela's lithe form leaning back against a small tree. The elf's hand's were clutching two limb's to either side, some one was kneeling in front of the slender elf lord. Moving closer Darla realized that the elf was nude from the waist down, an that the kneeling figure was fellatioing the lean delicate elf. Darla gasped in surprise it was Adoran, the tall powerful warrior was subservient to the pretty elf it seem.

Adoran glanced up at Darla looking her right in the eye, but couldn't say anything because his lip's were rapped around the long slender cock pumping in an out of his throat. Lylyvela moaned hoarsely, then grasped Adoran's long black hair an humped the big man's face franticly. Darla could discern he was close to climaxing, quickly she retreated shock that the gentle delicate elf was so forcefully taking his pleasure in the big man's mouth. She was even more startled as she thought of the big warrior just kneeling there, as the handsome little elf fucked his mouth like it was a horny little elf maiden's cunt. Quickly she turned to make her way back to Aloysiue, behind her she heard Lylyvela groan. "Ohoo Yes! Ohoo take it deeper... that feel's so good. Swallow it... swallow it all."

Ahead Lylyvela wave for her to come on up, his face was flush an his smile bright as he crouched beside a dead Orc sentry. "The village is just ahead." The smirking elf whispered, gesturing into the growing gloom off to his right. "Adoran is watching from that rise up to the right, make for that pine thicket." The elf added snickering naughty as he pointed out the stand of pines he was talking about.

"You seem excited." Darla said quietly, the elf's naughty smile widened knowingly an he nodded his handsome head.

"Not quite as much as I was a minute ago." Lylyvela chuckled vulgarly, as he licked his lip's and made a mocking pelvic thrust.

'He know's, Adoran told him I saw.' Darla thought turning away from the audaciously smirking elf, as she worked her way to the pine thicket. There were fourteen prisoner's, two were obviously merchant's the others warrior's hired to guard the caravan. They were tied to cross's made from big wooden stake's naked, their armor an clothing having been taken by there Orc captor's. A huge Orc warrior slit a round bellied merchant's scrotum, then reached a big clawed hand into the gaping wound an tore the screaming man's naked testicles out. The posture an the blood running down the inner thigh's of the prisoner's made it clear they had been castrated in the same manner. The Orc's roared with mirth, as the big warrior popped the swooning merchant's ball's in his mouth an ate them raw. Lylyvela gagged in disgust as the Orc enjoyed his tasty prize, and then a shrill scream echoed out of a thick cluster of hooting Orc warrior's.

"God's they've got a woman." Adoran gasped leaping to his feet, an quickly drawing his broad sword and a long bladed double edged dagger. Lylyvela already had an arrow nocked in his long bow, quickly Darla mounted Aloysiue an set her lance.

"I guess were going to do this the hard way." She whispered to Aloysiue, even as the big war horse trembled under her in excitement this was what he lived for after all.

Ariel's head was ringing, an blood trickling out of her nose an the corner's of her mouth. She tried to get up, but a big Orc punched her again an used the weight of his body to force her back down. She struggled against them, pummeling them with her soft fist's, but it had no effect on their heavily muscled body's. They laughed at her attack's, her resistance arousing them to new height's of delight. The fiend's seem to revel in that resistance, some not even waiting for the pleasure of her body, but spewing they're foul lust over her struggling form. Thick wet gobs of their lust splattered on her face an breast's, she clinched her teeth knowing if she screamed it would spray into her mouth. They pulled her knee's apart an another huge green warrior climbed between her leg's, she scream an got a mouth full of Orc spunk, snarling she spit it at the brute between her leg's. But could do little more, as the horde pinned her squirming body to the ground. The Orc warrior pumped into her much abused sex, an growled in displeasure at it's condition. Pushing her knee's up around her ear's, he pulled out of her sloppy jism soaked cunt, an aim his thick knotty cock for her tiny asshole.

She squeezed her sphincter muscle's closed tightly, trying to bar the way. But the big Orc was just to hard an determined, using the tip's of his thumb's to open her he plowed right in... grunting with pleasure. Ariel screamed in pain as with one thrust the big fucker disappeared into her, then choked on another big mouth full of greasy Orc cum. "Oh No!" She thought... 'now they'll all want to try it.' Suddenly a long silvery arrow smoothly emerged from the Orc's chest, he stared down at the bloody shaft dully then toppled over backward gurgling loudly. The Orc's broke in a rush to get to their weapon's, but it was to late the air was suddenly full of arrows as if a hundred archer's had cut loose all at once. Ariel was dropped, forgotten for the moment she climbed wearily to her feet, trying to decide what to do. To her left a horn sounded, an a knight on a huge war horse charged lance lowered into a knot of confused Orc fighter's. To her right raced a single man clad all in black, he danced through the Orc's rank's like he was just a shadow. No she decided like the spector of death, for all around him Orc fighter's fell dead killed seemingly just by his passing. The knight had discarded his lance as it had become weighted down with the body's of impale Orc's, an drew his huge long sword. The gigantic war horse spun kicking an biting as the knight set himself then charged another cluster of warrior's. The black clad fighter to her right race along quickly cutting the prisoner's bonds with one hand, an fighting off attacker's with the other. Most of the prisoner's collapsed as they're bonds were cut. laying or kneeling brokenly on the ground. Only Burton a grizzled old veteran seemed to keep his wit's, yanking men to they're feet he slapped, kicked an caroled them into action. Some grabbed dropped Orc weapon's an attacked they're tormenter's, other's help friends as they made their escape toward the woods.

"We've got to get out of here they can't hold for long, only surprise has held them back this long." The old warrior growled, as he grasped her arm pulling Ariel toward the forest. As if his words had woken them up the Orc's came howling back, driving the knight an his dark ally back toward the escaping prisoner's. The prisoner's who had picked up Orc weapon's ran naked to the aid of their rescuer's, but unarmored an weak from blood loss they were quickly cut down. The Orc's massed in two huge cluster's each trying through sheer force of number's to bring down their human opponent's. Another rain of arrow's cut in to the Orc rank's, but this time the Orc's returned fire showering the tree's with long black barbed shaft's.

Ariel could see that the fiend's were trying to drive their two attacker's together, to trap them an swarm them under with their greater number's. It was exactly what they had done to the caravan guards, she remember the feeling of helplessness as she watch them slowly cut the guardsmen to pieces. She tried to ran of coarse, but there was just no where to go. Then they'd caught her, she remembered the numbing pain of the first brutal beating, an then the rape had started right there on the battle field they've all went at least once. She thought looking down at her bruised body, wet an sticky with blood, sweat an Orc cum. And then she heard it... a clatter of steel on steel, looking up at the Orc's she saw them turning uncertainly looking back over their shoulder's.

"I'll be damned." Old Burton swore loudly as he watch in surprise for a long moment. "Looks like they're being hit on the flank's." The old warrior cackled happily, Ariel saw him a huge blond barbarian with an enormous ax. If the dark warrior was the specter of death, then this man was the incarnation of bloody carnage. The dark warrior seemed to leave a wake of pristine death in his wake, but this barbarian smashed into the Orc's like a meat grinder. Ripping an chewing, arms, legs an heads flew with each chop as blood showered like rain on him an those around him. The big man hacked his way on through their ranks as unfeeling an implacable as a natural disaster. "Cram it up they're ass." Ariel screamed, as the huge barbarian crashed through the Orc's rank's killing then even as they turned to run away. It was to much, the harried Orc warrior's they broke an ran, fleeing into the dark pine forest. The Orc chief who had been the one to emasculate the prisoner's, stood his ground for a second calling to his fleeing warrior's. But quickly fled when he saw the three human warrior's converging on him from three side's.

***

Angus roared like an enraged boar, as he drove his thick cock ball's deep in Raileen's hot tight ass, driving her down onto Elwood's big fucker. "I'm poking around in someone's spunk, I'm telling ya I can feel it." Elwood moaned in disgust even while thrust hard into Raileen's soft sexy body.

"Probably that high an might, I'll punish you for fuck her cuz' she's my private slut of a wizard."

"It's just to juicy to be natural." Elwood muttered under his breath, his hip pound on faster and faster as the new princess moaned loudly.

"I really don't know why it bothers you so much, I kind of like it when it's all squishy an gooey." Angus grunted breathless nibbling and kissing along Raileen's long swan like neck.

"Shut the fuck up." Elwood groaned, as he bucked an spasmed blasting his hot load into Raileen's sloppy golden haired pussy. Angus hammered her ass exuberantly, battering a low wail from her twisting shuddering body as he did. Elwood scrambled out from under her, an rose to his knee's aggressively ramming his cock into her drooling mouth. "Lick it clean slut." Elwood snapped grabbing her head an fucking her face energetically the princess more than happy to do just that.

"That's princess slut, have some respect for your prince... errr... princess that is." Angus snickered, even as he pinned her withering body to the bed his hard hard smacking against hers. "HHOOHOH!" He groaned pumping a big load deep into her aching asshole, even as that tight orifice squeezed down hard on his jerking cock.

"Ohoha that's a sublime mouth." Elwood groaned humping it slowly, expecting his spent organ to softened but that mouth kept him hard.

"Royally sublime." Angus crooned gently wiped his cock clean with Raileen's silken panties, enjoying the feel of that soft cool fabric on his spent member. He was flabbergasted when he felt his limp cock hardening once again, as he watched Elwood pound his big fucker into Raileen's beautiful face an down her beckoning throat. Gently he pushed his semi aroused fucker into Raileen's hot soggy cunt, those hot lip's still tight around his organ. "Ohoha Yeah... that's just the way I like it." He groaned slowly pumping his stiffening cock in an out of her, enjoying it all the more.

"You know the people who give the best blow jobs, are those who really love to do it, who just really love to suck cock. And this... is... the very best blow job I've ever... h.had." Elwood panted as his hard gushed his fourth load in half an hour into this sexy sluts hot mouth.

***

"Camp fires... Camp fires on the trade road." Old Burton exclaimed excitedly, as he paused to take a long gasping breath.

"Another caravan perhaps." Adoran whispered disappearing silently into the tree's, leaving those watching around him stunned.

"Give's you the willies's don't he, disappears into the darkness like he's a part of the blasted stuff." Old Burton whispered, pulling Ariel behind the low hanging bough's of a fir tree, naked an shivering the other prisoner's huddled with them, some collapsing from exhaustion or blood loss. The huge red war horse pranced up pawing the ground impatiently, and the knight removed his helm. Ariel was amazed to see long blond hair cascade down over the knight's armored shoulder's. The moon light shone on the beautiful face of the lady knight, making her pale sweaty profile gleam like a goddess. Old Burton gasped in surprise, then chuckled in amusement as he wearily sat down. "I must really be gettin' old to had missed that." He muttered under his breath, as Ariel stood over him starring wide eyed at the knight.

"Where is Adoran?" Darla whispered quietly, as she looked around the clearing for the tall warrior who was nowhere in site.

"The tall fella all in black?" Old Burton asked softly, Darla nodded scanning the dark forest carefully, her hand never leaving her sword hilt.

"He's gone to check out the fire's along the trade road."

"Alone?" Darla hissed spinning to face the old warrior, who starred back at her defiantly.

"The way he move's through the darkness who could follow?" The old warrior asked just as sharply to the lady Knight who starred at him for a minute.

"Your right of course, we're just in a bad spot here, we can't afford to lose such a fighter."

"That one will out last us all, I'd wager." The old man whispered wearily, looked like he'd ages about a hundred years in the last few minutes. Lylyvela slipped quietly out of the dark woods, as they spoke and moved up close.

"They're making a big show of looking for us, but it's just to placate their chief. I don't really think they want to find us, at least not to night anyway." He was bleeding from several small wound's, but his silvery chain mail had saved him from any real harm.

"I hope your right elf boy." Darla snapped weakly climbing down from the saddle, and stretching as best she could inside her heavy armor.

"Are you hurt lady knight?" The elf asked taking her arm, as she staggered a little from the weight of the plate.

"A little bruised is all." She said patting the scared an dented surface of her plate mail armor, speaking louder that words how much fighting she'd seen.

"An exhausted I'll wager, what with all that steel yer a carryin." Old Burton said softly as he looked over the fine armor it would have taking him a dozen lifetimes to afford.

"Well it is heavy." She admitted, taking a heavy breath and leaning her weight on her huge war horse. "It's comes in handy however... sometimes." She said thoughtfully fingering a long sword slash on her breast plate, and the tiny dents from arrow heads.

"Well aint this sweet." A rough voice growled from under the shadowy boughs of a near by fir tree. Darla spun drawing her huge hand an a half sword as Lylyvela lay a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"It's ok he's on our side."" The elf said smiling, as the huge barbarian stepped out of the shadow's, it was then that Darla realized how truly massive he was.

"Am I now?"" He snarled leaning on the haft of his bloody great ax, and looking the party over appraising.

"Are you or aren't you?" Darla demand coldly, the big warrior stroked his beard thoughtfully as he looked at her.

"Well we did kill Orcs together, an that always brings men closer together."

"We aren't men." Darla snapped, gesturing to Lylyvela and herself, the elf smirking and raising one eyebrow.

"Warrior's then." The barbarian rumbled crossly, as he shook his head and turned away from the lady knight.

"Warrior's it is then." Lylyvela said stepping in smoothly to head off any argument, not wanting to do anymore fighting that night. "Well met, I am Lylyvela Silveroak an this is the lady knight Darla of Tarnwood." The handsome little elf said brightly, deliberately leaving out the lady knights title of princess.

"I am Sigfen of Yorlag Atol, Twice slayer of the great serpent." The huge barbarian announce impressively, thrusting his chest out as if he'd just said he was a king.

"Your a long way from the north sea barbarian." Darla observed drily as she wiped the sweat out of her eyes, and re-sheathed her long blade.

"I have come here seeking to avenge a great wrong done to my people." The barbarian spat on the ground and then kicked dirt over it, Darla looked at Lylyvela the elf was nodding knowingly.

"Don't tell me, your looking to kill a wizard... the ArchMage Glyndanual no doubt." Both the elf an Sigfen nodded coldly, a look of surprise in they eye's as they both looked at the lady knight. "I think I know your story elf boy, the ArchMage ran your people out of here year's ago." Lylyvela nodded his surprise clearly showing on that pretty face, as Darla spoke. "What did he do to you?" She asked turning to the huge barbarian, whose bearded face twisted up into a angry snarl.

"That is none of your concern." The big warrior growled fervently, looking at Darla was some kind of witch.

"Your right I don't know and I don't need to know, but I bet I can guess." The big barbarian blanched at that, remembering how she had so easily guessed the elf's secret.

"Keep your guess's to yourself witch, one foul magic user is much the same as another to me." He snarled testing the edge of his ax with his broad thumb, clearly it was a threat.

"It's not magic I use, and as for the ArchMage you need not worry. For I am going to kill him." She swore fiercely that for a moment the big Barbarian smiled widely in admiration.

"Well that is good, he's needed killing for a long time." Adoran's voice drifted out of the darkness, making the little group jump in surprise. "Right now, lets get these wounded men down to that caravan. It's leader has assured me he'll take them in, an see to they're wound's." The dark warrior's tone left little doubt what he thought of they're bickering and it was not pleasant.

Thorval captain of the high lord merchant Fenuis's caravan watched as the wraith like stranger helped the rescued men limp into camp. "These men are fighter's?" Fenuis asked critically, as he watched the mean fo the opening in his big lush tent.

"Yes my lord, you can see it in the way they move an they're old scar's."

An they have in fact been gelded?" The merchant asked thoughtfully, rubbing his chin his beady dark eyes narrowing even more.

"Yes, the Orc's almost always deprive their prisoner's of their manhood, before torturing them to death." Thorval answered honestly enough, the guard caption was a straight forward man. "If you don't mind my asking my lord. It seems a little well... out of character of you to promise these men food, clothing an healing, for... well for nothing."

"Hardly nothing captain, we are going to the great desert kingdom Kahdem, and the Sultan is always looking to buy fighting eunuch's to serve as his harem guard's. You see captain a unique commodity has just, as they say fallen into my lap." The fat merchant laughed callously at his crude pun, silently running the figures over inside of his head.

"To make a man who's just been emasculate stand guard over a harem." Thorval muttered under his breath, shuttering at the idea of being without his malehood forever. "Now that's torture." He whispered guilty to myself, as he walked away from the merchant he worked for.

"They will bring a good price, a very good price indeed." Fenuis muttered chuckling as he thought of the gold he would make from the sale this new product. "Go to my healer captain, he is not to do anything that might restore these warrior's to full manhood. On pain of death, be sure he knows that." Fenuis snarled at the back of the disgusted guard captain, even as Thorval strolled away

"At once my lord." Thorval muttered, as he hurried out of the merchant's tent, glad to get away from the greedy merchant. _'You knew what he was when you agreed to work for him.'_Thorval thought swearing silently within his own head, even as he greeted the newcomers.

With the wounded safely in the caravan healer's tent, save for Ariel who claimed to be unwounded an now wouldn't leave Darla's side. "Is there water handy?" Darla asked the guard caption who was looking more than a bit upset about something.

"We'd like to clean up a little." She said, glancing at Ariel's filthy sticky blood and cum splattered body which was wrapped in a cloak now.

"There's a small stream just over to the right, on the other side of that hill." Thorval answered quickly, looking away from Arial's battered semi naked body.

"Good we'll be back shortly... please be so kind as to find something for her to wear."

"Where am I going to do that?" Thorval sputtered, looking at the lady knight as if she had just sprouted wings. "There's not a stitch of woman's clothing in this whole..."

"Find her a suitable tunic an jerkin's then." Darla countered, as the guard captain looked hard at the defile woman for a moment.

"No matter what you'd like, she's not going to walk around naked any longer." Thorval sputtered turning red and stalked off roaring for the caravan's quarter master. "Gentlemen I would suggest you do the same." Darla said wrinkling her delicate little up turned nose at the smell of the three warriors standing with her. Adoran looked at Lylyvela an grinned amused at the lady knight and her sensibilities.

"I s'pose we are getting a bit fragrant." He chuckled holding up one arm, and then draping it over the shorter elfs shoulders.

"I certainly wouldn't want the Orc's to be able to smell us coming." Lylyvela agreed laughingly as he looked around with a wide smile. "Very well then lady's you go up stream an we'll go down." The elf said grinning as he grabbed Adoran and the big Barbarian and began dragging them off.

"I'll just bet you will." Darla said suggestively, smiling in the elf's beautiful leering face as she guided Ariel in the other direction.

FIN