The King's Daughter
#3 of Dark Deeds
The King's Daughter
Chapter 3 The Assassin
Darla an Ariel walked slowly up stream, Aloysuie bringing up the rear it didn't take them long to find a suitable pool. With Ariels help the weary lady knight laboriously removed her heavy plate mail armor laying it nearby. The padded linen tunic she wore under her armor was dripping with sweat, as Ariel pulled it off. Darla dropped trembling an exhausted into the cool waters, Ariel was amazed to see this tall muscular woman warrior so vulnerable so accessible. Slowly she slipped into the water, an gently began washing the dried sweat off Darla's magnificent body.
"Oahoha." Darla moaned, as Ariel's strong hand's massaged her heavily muscled but very weary body. Briskly Darla began returning the favor, washing the sticky Orc cum an dried blood off Ariel's sumptuous flesh. With Darla's rough hand's massaging her aching body, Ariel began to more intimately explore the tall lady knights muscular frame. Her finger's going to Darla's hot pussy, as her mouth gently kissed an sucked one big erect nipple. "I don't... I mean I've never." Darla started, and then wrinkled her nose suddenly aware of the very aromatic stench of a sweaty stallion. Looking up at the huge persuading war horse pressing close to the edge of the pool. "Aloysiue." She groaned her voice low an husky at the sight of him massive lover so close his musky males along with Ariels soft touches arousing her. "Join us love." She called, Ariel's mouth gently kissing one of Darla's nipple's, fell open in amazement when Aloysuie slowly shifted shape, an waded into the pool. Weakly Darla crawled over to him an began lovingly washing the huge horseman, pausing only to plant a long kiss on his soft mobile lip's. The huge creature's three fingered hand's took over exploring the lady knight's pale but powerfully muscled body.
"Come here." Darla breathed, motioning for Ariel to join her and the massive horseman at the edge of the pool. "He won't hurt you." She assaure sliding down his thickly muscled body, until her mouth was even with his huge cock sheath.
"Wha...what.what?" Ariel stammered, for the moment to shocked to speak coherently at the sight of the big horseman and his enormous floppy genitals.
"Aloysuie is more than just my mount, he's my friend, my ally, my husband!" Darla admitted, kissing the mighty war horse, the roan stallion kissing back passionately.
"A big hairy brute, a monster!" Ariel exclaimed in horror, as she looked on wide eyed as Darla made love to the massive equine with her mouth for a moment.
"He's no monster." Darla snapped back crossly as she cuddled close to her husband and lustfully teased him. "He's more kind, more loving, more faithful than any man I've ever met. I love him, he is my stallion an I am his mare."
"She has been hurt most terribly, by males more powerful than herself." "So now she fear's an loathes all powerful males." Aloysuie rumbled, as he gently guided Darla's hot, sexy lip's onto the big round head of his massive equine cock.
"I'm not afraid of you, your only a beast, a beast of burden." Ariel snapped vehemently, even as the big equines kind brown eyes looked deeply into her light green ones.
"Then come closer." Aloysuie beckoned with one big arm out stretched to the tight human female, who couldn't hide her interest in him behind her harsh words.
"Why should I?" Ariel inquired lifting her chin proudly, even as she watched Darla gently pleasure her stud.
"Perhaps I can relieve you of your burden, perhaps I can carry it for you." Aloysuie boomed huge intimidating and yet gentle in his moments and expressions.
"How could you do that?" She asked abashed, confused by this seemingly genteel lusty beast.
"By replacing the pain with something else." Darla guessed, softly as she lay against the stallions furry body, clearly exhausted.
"Your not making any sense." Ariel whimpered inching closer an closer to the mighty beast as he smiled down at her. Aloysiue's massive equine pleasure scepter was half way elongated an deep in Darla's throat now. Tenderly he picked her exhausted body up,pulling her off his thick cock; an lay her on a smooth flat rock. "What..what are you doing?" Ariel asked uncertainly as she watched the sexy beast so gentle with Darla's exhausted body.
"My lady knight is very tired, yet still she would give herself to me, pleasure me. She would burden herself to bring me joy. You would do this to bring her joy, I saw that in your eye's at the water's edge." Aloysiue explained slowly, his massive equine fuck stick jumping and bouncing eagerly.
"I..I..!" Ariel tried to protest, a shiver racing down her spine as she moved over closer.
"Please pleasure my lady knight, as you wish, bring her joy." Ariel climbed onto the rock lovingly parting Darla's muscular thigh's, then buried her face in the warrior's blond haired pussy. It was several minute's before she realized Aloysiue was behind her. She felt his soft mobile lip's an extensive slick tongue tenderly exploring her musky nether territory's.
"What!?" She lifted her head and looked back startled at the stallion being so close behind her.
"He is taking your burden of pain, the only way he can by replacing it with pleasure." Darla explained weakly caressing Ariel's naked body with her rough calloused hands. "Take her burden for me Aloysiue, pleasure her as only you can." Darla exclaimed pulling Ariel's mouth back down to her blond cunt, the other licking and tonguing at lustfully.
"Yes my lady mare." Aloysuie rumbled, lovingly parting the gates of Ariel's mound with his deep probing tongue.
"Hhhahuha!" She whimpered as the horse man's long muscular tongue almost lifted her off the ground. ***
'I can't tell the king what I know of Quindern, with the prince publicly declared dead. That mean's the king plans to keep Raileen all to himself, if I tell him where the arch's tower is hidden. Then he'll sent me an the army to root him out if we can, an he'll have Raileen all to himself.' The thought of that old man fucking her, drove Kengar mad with jealous envy. "I can't tell him. That's all there is to it... I won't tell him." Kengar muttered between clinched teeth.
"Were you speaking to me?" Flendar the royal gamesmen asked, pacing the dais behind the throne worriedly.
"No. Just thinking out loud Flendar." The wizard snapped crossly, and then thinking better of it asked. "What's got you so upset?" He quickly changing the subject away from his own mumbled words to the gamesmen's worries.
"The King hasn't visited his menagerie in day's." Flendar whispered, obviously upset at the thought of being ignored by the King.
"And he won't anytime soon." Kengar assured knowingly, the King had better things to do that animals.
"Impossible he's made regular visits sense the queen's death." Flendar whispered more insistently, the look of worry on his face deepening.
"He's taken a woman, you've lost your power over him." The Mage explained coldly, understanding that the games-man was talking about now.
"Not completely." Flendar swore grimly, a simple but nasty look crawling across his face.
"Let me rephrase that... you are no longer useful, an you have become a threat. If you start running now, and your a good hider you just might live out the week." Janus minister of finance chuckled, stepping out of the shadows just behind the throne. Flendar blanched at those words, and leaped back as if stung.
"Oh don't worry Flendar he's the goat fucking king, of a country of goat fucker's. So while it might be embarrassing for him, it's not worth killing you over." Kengar snickered at the terrified games-man, even as Flendar was backing away.
"Yes he'll probably just lock you in a dungeon for the rest of your life. The tower of Kal blonc perhaps, you might even have a lake front veiw." Janus giggled, clearly amused by the supposed fate of the games-man.
"But by all means spread your tale of the king's animalistic debauchery. It might just make all those goat fucking peasants, feel like they have something in common with their king. They'll love him all the more, an hate all the more those how would betray him." Kengar growled, shoving Flendar away from the throne roughly.
"And those big fellows in the dungeons they can teach you all kinds of new thing's about debauchery. They'll make you they're little nanny goat, and you'll baaaaa every night." Janus taunted leeringly as the gamesmens face turned a whiter shade of pale. Shaking violently Flendar turned and fled from the throne room, and Kengar hoped the kingdom as well. "Has the King really taken a woman? Or was that just a little entertainment for Flendar?"
"That was a plan to rid the King of Flendar's bad counsel."
"How did you managed to keep the old horn dog away from his baaaing lovers?"
"There's more than one thing that will bleat." Kengar snarled through gritted teeth, as he hid the secret of Raileen's existence.
"Ha ha heh variety is the spice of life, as I've always said!" Janus laughed clapping one hand on his knee in clear enjoyment of this humorous event. "Was it something you'd conjured up?"
"No! Nothing so dangerous." Kengar muttered, not wanting to be questioned to closely, about this lie. "The good thing about goat fuckers, is they aren't hard to please."
"I've always believed you to be a innocent in the ways of courtly intrigues, but this this is a master's stroke. What brought it on?"
"Flendar's bad counsel's to the King, he was gaining to much influence over his majesty." Kengar growled eager to hide the blunder of telling Flendar about Raileen still being alive.
"Of course now you have Flendar's power as it is you who see's to the King's... pleasure's. Have you any mule banging's or goat ramming's lined up in the near future? You do remember Menlor's dog act, the prince was quite thoroughly enjoying that I saw. It's a shame the prince didn't stay with us longer, you could have arranged a mule train for him like father like... well you under stand." Janus giggled, enjoying his lewd thoughts about women and beasts fucking.
'Shut up you stupid bastard, just shut up!' Kengar thought hotly, as the image of Raileen contorting in pleasure under that massive fucking beast replayed it's self in his mind. "Oh I understand, but with Flendar gone the King can see to his own...desire's. And I will see to mine." Kengar growled his voice husky with rage at the dark thoughts racing through his mind.
"And what are you desire's? If I might ask Mage, what do you want?
"It's not the power that you crave, if that's what you're asking." Kengar assured the minister, his face burning red with embarrassment and lust.
"I hope not, your a dangerous adversary as you proved to day, I'd rather be your friend than your foe." Janus chuckled, laughter in his voice, but steel and blood in his eyes.
"I'd say we're well on our way to being friends minister Janus." Kengar grinned, taking notice of that darkness and lust for power.
"Good good perhaps we can have dinner sometime, an discuss our views."
"I'll look forward to it."
***
Shucking off the last of his armor Sinfen dove into the cool water, standing up he scrubbed his hairy arm's an shoulder's. He glanced up idly, he quickly did a double take starring at lylyvela's exquisite golden nude body. The ravishing elven warrior's lean golden body was erotically effeminate, Sinfen turned away ashamed of his hardening cock. He tried to keep his mind off the gorgeous elf, but couldn't keep himself from glancing back at Lylyvela's sensuous nude form. "A very arousing sight isn't it?" Adoran whispered in his ear, Sinfen stiffened he hadn't realized the dark warrior was so close. "I don't know what your talking about." The big barbarian snarled, but the glittering string of pre-cum snaking down his hairy thigh betrayed him.
"Your people raid city's of the coast's... taking what they want." Adoran muttered teasingly into the big barbarian's ear, one hand one that broad shoulder.
"It has been a long time, I have not been with a woman since..." Sinfen's voice trailed off abruptly, and his glared at the dark warrior.
"You know what you want. Why don't you take it?" Adoran whispered teasingly as the two of them admired the sleek naked form of the sexy elf.
"I take what I will, when I will." Sinfen panted hoarsely, his massively muscled body shuttering violently in suppressed desires. Lylyvela was bent over scrubbing his calves, it was almost to much for the big barbarian. Quickly he looked away of that tempting ass, only to find Adoran on the other side. The dark man was sitting on the bottom his head just out of the water, even with Sinfen's hard jutting cock. Remembering how the lean man had taunted him, Sinfen decided to take a measure of revenge on him. "I take what I will, when I will." Sinfen growled, pushing his hard cock through the water at the dark man's face. He stopped within only inch's of Adoran's lip's, but the lean man had not flinched away as he had expected. Suddenly two lean golden arm's reached around his waist, one hand reached down an cupped his pulsing cock. The other grasped Adoran's wet hair an pulled the dark warrior's mouth onto Sinfen's rigid cock.
Sinfen looked on in shock as the graceful delicate elf pulled Adoran's head forward, until the dark warrior's lip's were pressed against his body. "AHHAoha!" The barbarian groaned in pleasure, as Adoran's lip's disappeared into his wry blond pubic hair.
"You've not been with a woman since?" Lylyvela inquired caressing Sinfen's hairy stomach an chest, as the big barbarian vainly tried to keep himself from humping Adoran's hot mouth.
"I... Please... I... I... You must... make him s..sst..stopp." Sinfen stuttered thrusting forward involuntarily, fucking the dark mans face roughly.
"Whats the matter?" Lylyvela asked teasingly, his small golden body burning hot against the barbarian's pale white skin.
"I haven't been... haven't taken pleasure... haven't."
"Tell me all about it." Lylyvela whispered hugging Sinfen tightly, the barbarian could feel the elf's hard cock pressing against his buttock's.
"Our ship's went out a raiding as always, my brother's boat didn't come back such sometimes is fate. That winter the ArchMage asked for our warriors to kill a great sea worm for him, in payment he gave us all beautiful women to do with as we please, we took them as hearty warrior's will. They were most willing, and we used them most thoroughly." Sinfen panted as the dark mans mouth suckled on his long needy cock with uppermost skill.
"Yes, Yes, go on." Lylyvela whispered as he parted the big warrior's asscheek's, and slipped his slender golden cock between them.
"It was then the ArchMage reveled that these women, were really the men of our lost ship. He changed them back as... we.. as I...I." Sinfen sobbed in regret and pent up lust his strong hip battering Adoran's face now.
"As you did what?" The elf inquired pushing his pulsing cock head against the huge barbarian's tiny puckered asshole, hot pre-cum easing the way for that pointed cock head. "I... I fucked... I didn't know... I force fucked h... him." He screamed, as the elf's long slender cock thrust balls deep into him, the barbarian not resisting it. He hung suspended between the deviant ecstasy of Adoran's mouth, and the agony of Lylyvela's arduously unnatural penetration. The comely elf began thrusting gently into him, driving Sinfen's aching cock in an out of Adoran's velvety suckling lip's. "Are you enjoying yourself?" The impishly elf asked impertinently, as he buggered the massive warrior slowly. "Adoran's a most competent an acquiescent fellatix. He's been sucking my cock for over twenty year's now." Lylyvela snickered wantonly pulling the dark warrior's head up an down Sinfen's lengthy fucker forcefully. The big barbarian could only moan hoarsely as he bounced back an forth, between the sensual indulgence in front of him to the orgiastic gratification captivating his firm ass. That hedonistic gratification owned him he realized, he was it's impotent thrall.
The good-looking elf's lithe effeminate appearance an prissy aspect was a trap, promising to give it's self to you for your pleasure, but really drawing you close so it could take it's pleasure in you. He was captive to that pleasure, the pleasure his violated body gave to the handsome virile elven warrior. The pleasure the elf's lord's lengthy cock disseminate through his quivering asshole, he was it's slave even the pleasure of Adoran's mouth mastered him. His will wasn't even strong enough to get him out of another man's mouth, much less to get the beautiful titillated enjoining elven warrior out of his spasming body. Orgasm racked the big barbarian's huge muscled body, leaving him whimpering in incoherent pleasure. He found himself pounding Adoran's face with his lean hard stomach ramming his thick cock as deep as it would go into the dark warrior's suckling mouth. The next thing Sigfen knew his face was pressing into Adoran's crotch, as the dark man's big prick slid in an out of his mouth. He wasn't sure how it had happened, he remember Lylyvela's strong hand's bending him forward then...?
***
"But my lord, I am a healer." Lorn protested as strongly as he dared, the merchant was a man of ill temper.
"I am aware of that, as am I aware of the orders you were given." Fenuis snapped, he was losing patients with this overly righteous healer.
"But I have a... a magic that can heal even these terrible wounds." Lorn explained, as if the merchant was simply not understanding what he was saying.
"Oh really? An what might that be?" Fenuis inquired softly, it was the first time the healer was willing to share his secrets.
"A magical ring that can regrow lost or damaged flesh." The healer explained, hating to tell the greedy merchant about his most prized tool.
"I've heard of such ring's, it is very powerful magic." The merchant admitted slowly, greed glittering in his beady dark eyes. "It should be in the hand's of the caravan leader, as it is he who must decide what is best for everyone under his command!" Fenuis snarled softly, obvious wanting the ring for himself alone.
"NO!"
"On pain of death Lorn. I am the lord of this caravan, an I'll run it as I see fit. Now give me the ring and leave me be." Lorn left the merchant's tent grimly shaking his head at Fenuis's greed and cruel unreasonableness.
"Any luck?" Thorval asked hopelessly, as he saw the healer coming out of the merchants tent.
"No you were right he won't let me restore their manhood." Lorn exclaimed disgustedly, feeling hopeless and dispirited at what had happened.
"What are you going to do now?"
"I think I'll take a walk to clear my head." Lorn growled in disgust storming off into the night, leaving Thorval behind.
"Good idea let off a little steam." Thorval called as the healers back as Lorn vanished into the darkness around the camp.
***
"It always amazes me how even the biggest toughest warrior's, become so obliging docile once you get a stiff cock up their butt's." Lylyvela observed to no one in particular with a wide leering smirk, as Lorn violently rammed his throbbing fucker balls deep into Sinfen's spasming body. The big moaning barbarian was draped over a rock amid stream, as the pale young healer pounded his buttock's aggressively. Adoran was still deep in the blond barbarian's throat, as Lylyvela watching from the water gently stroking his own slowly hardening cock. "It never fails, the more masculine they act the more obliging effeminate they become." He chuckled, as his long thin cock arose stiffly out of the cooled running water. "I'll bet the lady knight's not enjoying her bath as much as we're enjoying ours." Lylyvela giggled lewdly as he watched the trio rutting lustfully in front of him.
A dark figure moved silently through the blackness of Quindern forest, pausing by the waters edge. He watched a gigantic horse like creature slowly lower a buxom dark haired woman on to it's monumental equine fucker. A broad shouldered blond woman knelt between it's leg's, licked and sucked the enormous creature's hulking ball's. So strange and erotic was the site it stirred a part of his mind unused for many years, but the leather, wood and whale bone that now made up his body was uninterested. Silently he cursed his inanimate body, an the wizard who had trapped his soul in it. He watched the big equine pleasure scepter sliding slowly into the black haired beauty's shapely contorting body, with less than half of Aloysuie's massive filly fucker deeply enthroned in her body. Ariel opened her mouth sure that at any moment his big round cock head was going to fuck out of it. Aloysuie generously guided Darla's delightfully pleasurable mouth to Ariel's tiny exposed love button. Wrenching a husky guttural groan from deep in Ariel's quivering breast, Aloysuie's soft mobile lip's and rough copious tongue teased her nipple's. As he languidly sank his immense masculinity in and out of her petite little pleasure cavity.
Torture by his distinctly vivid memory's of the graphic carnal pleasure, such sensually voluptuous flesh could provide. The assassin turned away amazed at the pain and the fury, such memory's invoked in him, he wanted badly to destroy something and to kill then. In blind rage he ripped a stiletto from it's sheath, and in one quick motion drove it to the hilt between his leg's. The long silver handle jutted out from his groin like an excited cock! "Yes." Kill someone gradually, with a dagger slowly pushing the blade in and out, he began to slowly pull his dagger from it's sheath. 'No... these aren't the target, don't waste your time on them.'_The logical part of his mind told him flatly, quickly but soundlessly he hurried on down stream, lusting for the man he was to kill. It had been a interesting story he thought, trying to get his mind back on the business at hand. The cult had claimed their death god was upset that this man had been allowed to live so long, he would be hard to kill they claim, only by severing his head and burning his body could he truly die. The dark elven priest whispered that this man was the legendary King of Tamoran, the land of death the land death swallowed. If that were true then the man was over a thousand years old, and a warrior King of great skill, it was a challenge Marsalus could not refuse. Challenges, an conquering his foes were one of the few pleasures the assassin could still enjoy. No longer being able to taste, smell, or feel, his inanimate body didn't ever have genitals. _'I killed that bastard much to quickly.' He thought, remembering how easily the enchanter who trapped his soul had died on a single blades thrust. 'He's gone, and I'm still trapped here in this pile of refuses.' The assassin raged silently to himself, as he stalked the dark forest, his prey was near the magic told him that.
Sated for the moment Adoran waded ashore, and began drying himself with a ragged old wool cloak. The twang of the tiny hand crossbow was almost inaudible over the babbling stream, the deadly dart flew swiftly across the clearing directly at his naked back. Spinning the dark man swung the heavy old cloak like a whip, snaring the miniature bolt in it's thick fold's. Instantly he lunged for his sword belt that lay atop his clothes, ripping a broad sword from it's sheath with one hand, he drew a wide curved short sword with the other. His attacker stepped silently from the forest shadows, he was clad in green's and browns that blended perfectly with the darkening woods. "Time to die lord of Tamoran." The assassin rasped hollowly, as two daggers seemed to appear in his black gloved hand's. Adoran smiled mockingly at those words, and stepped up naked to meet his foe.
"I've heard that boast before."
"You will never hear it again." Marsalus promised, as he stalked forwards this man was calm far to calm for one who had just been attacked suddenly.
"That's ok I've grown rather fond of it." Adoran chuckled, the two warriors had been edging closer and closer together as they spoke, now they attacked blades and hand's moving to fast for the eye to follow. The clatter of steel on steel filled the glade, catching the attention of Lylyvela the elf leaping up. Sinfen and Lorn were far to deep in the throes of passion to take notice, even of this action taking places so close. Lylyvela scrambled up the bank for his bow, but Sinfen couldn't will himself to break away from Lorn's deep pumping cock. Even to defend his life, he realized that if the Orc's ever found him in this condition, he would end up being their fuck slave until their grew tired of his subservient debauchery, or until their brutal molestations finely fucked him to death. Sinfen shuddered at the thought of being ravished by an entire tribe of fifthly savage Orc's. As Lorn relentlessly rammed his throbbing inflamed asshole, the big barbarian closed his eye's imagining he was the object of a huge horny Orc's lust.
Adoran caught a heavy blade on the basket hilt of his broad sword, turning a side a second slash with his short sword. He ran the thick blade through his attacker's chest, even as the assassin aimed a deadly slash at his neck. The wraith spun away from that murderous attack, ripping his short sword free as he did so. Marsalus charged after his elusive prey, but found a whirling wall of steel, heedlessly he waded right into it. Seeing no blood on his short sword, and observing that the normally fatal wound wasn't even slowing his adversary down. Adoran quickly changed strategies hewing and cleaving, instead of his customary precision cut's and thrust's. He landed a savage cut to his attacker's shoulder that would have severed a typical man's arm. This only got his sword blade seized in the hard wood and thick leather that made up the assassin's body, a dagger blade drove at his naked groin, Adoran quickly released the hilt of his broad sword. Grabbing the assassin's wrist, as the razor sharp blade pushed closer and closer to his testicles. Twisting he used the assassin's own incredible strength to throw him away, the killer rolled to his feet and instantly sprang back into the fight, not giving his antagonist a second's breathing room. They crashed together once again, Adoran ducking and fending off the killer's deadly attacks with stunning grace. Grasping the hilt of his broad sword he wrenched it free, scoring another hit this time on the assassin's knee. The two warrior's took a step back pausing to examine one another, a silvery sheen of sweat glistened on the wraith's rippling muscles, but he was breathing normally. Marsalus of course wasn't breathing at all, he bowed limberly, while with a supple flick of his wrist's he sent both dagger's flashing through the air. Adoran swatted one out of the air with his broad sword, as he twisted out of the path of the other. In one swift motion Marsalus drew a wicked looking hand ax, and a broad bladed short sword. Springing back into the fight, he hammer at the wraith's defense's, bludgeoning them aside, he aimed a vicious chop at Adoran's chest. A long silver arrow smacked into his forearm, knocking the ax cut wide. Never slowing his attack Marsalus launched the ax at Lylyvela, ever as he stabbed at Adoran's groin again.
"I'm going to cut those off, and feed them to that elf." Marsalus swore, plucking the arrow out of his forearm and carelessly tossing it aside.
"It wouldn't be the first time he's had them in his mouth." Adoran admitted with a faint smirk the dark man was clearly enjoying this fight. The whirling ax spun through the air neatly clipping Lylyvela's bow string in two, with a twang the longbow sprang straight, the sinew string popping the elf's naked body like a whip. The wraith's heavy bladed short sword bit deeply into the assassin's forearm, wedging solidly, snarling like and enraged beast Marsalus ripped it from Adoran's grasp. Wrenching it loose he swung it in a low deadly arc aimed at the wraith's right knee, catching one blade with his broad sword, he skipped his leg up out of the way. Feeling the tip of the short sword kiss the back side of his thigh as he did so. Ducking in he grasped the silver hilt between the assassin's leg's, yanking the long bladed stiletto out of Marsalus's crotch. "You have no need of this decoration... I see." Adoran mocked the assassin, having noticed that emotions were the one thing this creature had that seemed to be vulnerable. Enraged Marsalus unleashed a torrent of blows, that would have put most fighters back on they're heel's. The wraith just stood his ground, not try to parry the heavy slashes blow for blow. But sliding and skipping the powerful attacks off his carefully angled weapon's, enraged all the more at his opponent's seemingly effortless counter's, and his own inability to draw the man's blood. Marsalus abandon even the pretense of defense, and hurled himself head long into an all out attack. Defecting two powerful slashes, and their return cuts, Adoran in that split second between attacks, lashed out with a savage straight on kick. That caught the assassin in the midriff, sending him flying back into the stream. Marsalus was on his feet at once in the swirling waist deep water, preparing to once again go on the attack. When Lylyvela ran to Adoran's side, laying aside his useless bow he now held his glittering long sword.
Against and ordinary opponent the assassin would have thought nothing of going up against seven or even ten warrior's. With one arm hanging loose and a knee trying to buckle, he decided this... this wraith was just to good. Climbing out of the swift waters, he quickly disappeared into the shadowy forest.
"What was that?" Lylyvela breathed, rubbing his sore body where the cut bow string had whipped it.
"A new enemy it would seem." The wraith said slowly, his brow furrowed in deep thought as he starred after the assassin.
"Undead?"
"Not exactly... something like I've never seen." Off to the right Sinfen grunted, spraying another load down the side of the rock he was bent over, Lorn thrusting wildly disgorged his passion and frustration's in the gigantic barbarian's tiny quivering asshole. "Worry's for another day." Adoran said clapping the elf's naked shoulder, and turning back to the stream with a grin. Lylyvela ran his hand up an down the length of the dark man's long throbbing cock, it was slick and wet with the wraith's glittering pre-cum.
"And it just so happen's we had an opening!" Lylyvela smiled lewdly as Lorn pulled out and sagged back into the swirling waters.
***
A shower of thick frothy white stallion passion shot across her heaving spasming body, amazing Ariel with it's sheer volume, it was the fourth such load Aloysuie had delivered in an hour. Making her wonder if the enormous horse man's massive testicles were bottemless, his long shiny pink fucker jutted out from his powerful body, arching gracefully downward like a stallion's neck. One last big glistening drop hung suspended on the tip of it's blunt head, sitting up Ariel licked it off, and sucked the last little bit out of the distended tube of his prolific urethra. The taste of the huge horse man's cum was like ambrosia she decided licking her lip's.
"How was that?" Darla breath into her ear, making the black hair woman shiver in pleasure.
"Nectar of the god's!" Ariel grunted huskily, turning to share a long hot kiss with the Lady Knight.
"Mind if I partake?"
"Help yourself!" Ariel answered pushing Darla's head down her cum slick stomach, to the spunk foutaining from her throbbing loin's. Her earlier denial's not with standing, the lady knight was proving to have a very talented tongue. A most talented tongue indeed Ariel decided grinding her cunt against Darla's hot probing mouth, Aloysiue quickly moved around behind the kneeling licking lady knight, and guided his hard equine love muscle into her cum drenched pleasure cavity. Ariel watched in amazement, as without pause the huge man stallion began pleasuring his lady mare once again. If he keep's this up we'll never go back to camp she thought. 'But then I could happily spend the rest of my life right here just like this, being one of Aloysiue's herd mares.' This unbidden thought was a shocking realization for her, but she realized true all the same.
"Ahahiii!" Darla whimpered as Aloysuie's hard stomach pounded against her upraised buttock's, Ariel goggled in amazement, as the gigantic horseman's lengthy arched fucker disappeared with ease into the lady knight. Barely half the prodigious equine pleasure scepter would fit into her own tingling love cavity. "How does she manage it?" Ariel gasped softly, as the lady knight took it all, and moaned for more as she slammed her lean rump back to meet Aloysiue's powerful thrust's.
"Now... Oha by the god's yes... yes... yes give it to me, give it all to me NOW!" Darla growled her voice low and husky with passion, Aloysiue gave a whinny of satisfaction as he felt her heel's pounding on his driving flank's. "Oh yes! Oh fuck! Oh lover what a magnificent.... MAGNIFICENT LOVER!" She shrieked breathlessly, Aloysiue gripped her thigh's yanking her viciously against his hard muscled body. As he pounded his massive cock into her quivering love cavity like a pile driver, when the spasms of release blasted through Darla's thickly muscled body, she arch her back even farther. Her cunt convulsed and contracted around Aloysuie's huge cock, milking the great equine pleasure scepter. Aloysiue strained at every muscle, as he poured his scalding stallion spunk into her convulsing pussy. His massive hand's clutched her clenched ass cheek's, as his hairy hip's churned brutally against them. And then suddenly the lady knight was screaming her way to climax, he held it balls deep in her until he had at last stopped spurting, and the last of her shutters died away.
With a whicker of blissful satisfaction Aloysuie hauled his huge glistening fucker out, proudly resting the still rigid mare poker beside Darla's head, on Ariel's cum soaked thigh's. Ariel found herself licking and sucking the horseman's immense dangling ball's, she was quickly joined by Darla, and a rivalry soon developed as to who could take more of his glistening cock into they're throat's. Winning this contest Ariel pushed Darla's mouth down onto his massive swinging testicles, taking as much of him in as she could, Ariel pumped her hand's up and down the long slippery shaft of his throbbing member. As Ariel concentrated harder and harder on getting Aloysiue's expansive cock off, Darla found herself pushed lower once again. Her face slipping between Aloysiue's bulbous buttock's, he snorted and shivered as her tongue circled his tightly pluckered donut. It was a situation and position the princess could never have imaged herself being in, an abominable act she would never, could never believe herself capable of performing for a man's pleasure, ever under the cruelest of tortures. Much less willingly even lovingly performing without reserve for her warhorse's pleasure, she pressed her lip's tightly against the huge round doughnut of his taboo orifice, spearing her tongue past his spasming sphincter. A great gusty sigh exploded from his lung's, and his whole body quivered an spasmed, it was almost to much for Aloysuie, his two lady mare's were doing thing's to pleasure him. He had never dreamed of having a female do, Darla grasped his dangling testicles and pulled herself up tighter with them.
The princess's tongue speared up his ass, causing him to nicker in ecstasy and plunge his powerful hip's forward. Ariel drove her head downward at the same time, impaling her face and throat with the full length of his immense cock shaft. Aloysuie's buttock's closed tightly around Darla's face, as every muscle in his powerful body spasmed an tensed. With a shuddering sigh Aloysuie ejaculated great globs of his thick greasy equine semen, spurting it all down her gagging throat, he filled her stomach with his hot frothing lust. She couldn't breath with that immense horse salami deep her throat, but she couldn't bring herself to spit it out either. So franticly she swallowed gulping down more an more, of the hot creamy liquid lunch, as the lady knight's tongue fucked his asshole, Aloysiue found himself pumping out an almost unending torrent steaming milky horse cream. He watched Ariel's eye's grow bigger and bigger as she fervently gulped and sucked, realizing her plight he gently began pulling his gigantic fucker out of her, spewing scalding hot stallion lust all the way. When his copious stream's of equine liquid love had at last become just a faint trickle, Ariel pulled the dazed princess Darla's face from between Aloysuie's hairy buttock's, and to her for a long sticky kiss. Sharing her last mouth full of stallion love with the thunderstruck lady knight. Aloysuie swept them both up in a tremendous hug, his soft moble lip's an long rough tongue work passionately on they're body's. It was about then they heard the ring of steel on steel, from down stream. Diving under the water Darla swam to the rocky bank, and quickly dried herself with Aloysiue's blanket. Hurriedly she pulled on her padded tunic and a chain mail shirt. "Get Ariel and my gear back to camp safely lover." She said pausing to give the horseman along passionate kiss, that gave him a taste of his own salty spunk. "I'll see what kind of trouble we've got." She called over her shoulder, as she buckled on her sword belt an hurried off into the darkening forest. The clatter was such that it sounded as if a dozen men were fighting all out, not wanting to be ambushed she moved silently, through the thickest cover she could find along the creek bank. She arrived to find a very bizarre spectacle, the wraith naked save for a glistening sheen of sweat, was engaged in a disorienting dance of attack and parry with his attacker. The mistake if it was a mistake was impossible to see, one second the assassin was cutting an thrusting the next he was flying through the air. Adoran's long muscular leg catching him in the pit of the stomach, launched him into the stream. Leaping out immediately, he moved as if to attack once again, Darla drew her sword, and started the dark man's aid, but with Lylyvela closing in from one side and Adoran on the other. The assassin decided to make a strategic retreat, turning he disappear into the forest.
With the fight over Darla noticed Sinfen and the young healer from camp, as they were both groaning loudly in orgasm they were hard to miss. Lylyvela grasped the wraith's long oozing cock pumping his hand up an down the slick fucker. "As it just so happens we have an opening." Lylyvela grunted pulling Lorn's exhausted body away from the barbarian's dripping ass, and guiding Adoran's slick fucker into it. The dark man hammer Sinfen's red oozing asshole, as Lylyvela moved over to sit with the gasping Lorn. In seconds he had the young healer sucking on his deep plunging cock, the elf clearly enjoying the healer. "I'm feeling better already healer." The lean beautiful elfin warrior chuckled fucking the young man's mouth lustfully.
"I got to keep that elf away from Aloysiue." Darla whispered quietly to herself as she watched the sexy elf enjoy himself.'Something tales my that little elfin slut could seduce a cardinal abbot.' The Lady Knight was surprised to find it so intensely arousing, watching these men pleasure each other. _'I guess I'd better go back to camp and warn Thorval about the wraith's attacker.'_She thought as she watched Lylyvela push Lorn over on his back, and straddle his face humping it like was a woman's sweet pleasure cavity.
***
Kengar made his report to the King and court as quickly as he could, as he wasn't about to tell what little he knew it didn't take long. He immediately headed back to his tower, planning to spent the day with Raileen while the King was holding court. That thought had his long cock hard an throbbing against his lean stomach. As he walked hurriedly down the west gallery, a young page caught his arm. "Master Kengar might I speak with you a moment?"
"If you can speak while you walk, I am very busy." Kengar growl in frustration at being kept away from Raileen any longer that he already had.
"Of... of course good master Mage." The youth stammered nervously as he struggled to keep pace with the swiftly walking magic user.
"Well?" Kengar snapped hurrying on his way as the youth, trailed after him most annoyingly. "I... I bare a message from ol' Prosporo the seer." The page call hurrying after the swiftly striding Mage, who looked very angry and upset for some reason.
"I am aware of his profession. What is the message?"
"He instructed me to repeat it only to you and only in private." Kengar glanced around the empty gallery, and glared at the stubborn youth. Flinging his arm's out he quickly chanted his spell, a glittering globe instantly encircled them.
"There we are as private as we are likely to get, short of being in my casting chamber. Now what does that old fool want?"
"He ...He sez that there is a great evil afoot in the kingdom."
"He is right. What of it?"
"He asks that you meet him in the pumping chamber of the cistern under the city at once!"
"What the old loon can't wait until midnight of some other bizarre hour?" Kengar asked folding his hand's over his aching hard-on, and slowly rocking back an forth.
"He asks that you come as quickly as possible." The young page insisted, his eyes widening as he began to realize the Mages aroused state.
"Tell me lad have you known the seer long?"
"For over three year's, it was he who saw to my appointment as a royal page." The youth boasted proudly, clearly not knowing what was said about such pages.
"Then you should know what to do with this." Kengar snarled pulling out his raging hard-on, the page immediately dropped to his knee's, and took the big cock into his mouth sucking on it languidly. "Faster." Kengar hissed, his voice tinged with guilt and self loathing at his own actions. "We mustn't keep your master waiting." He said sneering, as much at himself as the young catamite kneel subserviently in front of him, grasping the young man's head, he rode his fawning mouth hard and fast. Taking his frustration's and lust's out on the sycophantic young catamite's compliant mouth. Adam was somewhat surprised by the turn of event's, he'd been a royal page for sometime. So thought he knew every noble or prominent official who craved the pleasure's of a man's mouth, if only by other page's tales or the notables reputation. Still he had never heard Kengar mentioned in any of the tale's, and any page would proudly brag of servicing the Mage. Tonight in the dormitory, he certainly planned to do so, knowing that the celebrity such a connection brought, would win him the services of anyone in the dormitory he wanted. For the night as least, maybe longer if he could get the Mage to use him again. He ran a hand up the Mage's thigh to his heavy ball sac stroking the soft sensitive skin lightly. "You are well trained." Kengar panted heavily, at the youth pleasuring him in this empty side corridor. His own cock was straining at the fabric of his jerkin's, so Adam reached down and took it out. Lubricated by his own oozing pre-cum Adam found his hand literally flew up an down his slick fucker. "You seem to be enjoying yourself." Kengar sneered, more a taunt at himself then a comment on Adam's masturbation, with his lean stomach beating brutally against the catamites face. Kengar yield up what the youth's imploring lip's seemed to so desperately hunger for. With a disgusted whimper Kengar hammered his spurting cock down the youth's throat, Adam took it all, and even licked an sucked harder when the Mage had stopped spurting to get his last few drop's.
And then he opened his mouth an gasped, shooting his own frothy load across the floor. "You had best clean that up before anyone happens by." The wizard mumbled sheepishly sliding his limp cock back into his robe in shame at what he'd just done.
"Yes master." Adam panted dropping down onto all four's, he stammered timidly. "Master my name is Adam, if you ever need anything... I beg you please call on me once more, it is my fondest desire to service your pleasure's." To ashamed and humiliated to say anything, Kengar dis-spell the globe and hurried away, leaving the lad he had just debauched carrying out his last order, licking his own salt cum off the smooth marble floor. Getting to the cistern required negotiating a maze of tunnel's an aqueduct's under the city, as Kengar had been there before he simply pictured it in his mind and cast his teleport spell. He instantly found himself standing along the edge of the massive reservoir just where he had pictured, off in the darkness to his right he could hear the rhythmic squeaking and pounding of the pumps. Relentlessly pumping water up from the great under ground river that flowed deep beneath the city, whispering a quick spell he surrounded himself with continual light. Aware that more than one troll and lizard man had been killed down here. He fingered the black obsidian ring on his right hand, with only a thought it would let him blast out a great fan of deadly flame from his finger's.
The pump house had been build out over a huge shaft, that had been sunk to provide access to the water's below. The pump house had no doors, and Kengar could see a dim light flickering with in. He walked carefully across the narrow rail-less catwalk, intensely aware of the long drop just inches away. They're was a faint sound of movement from with in the pump house, and a guff old voice growled. "Who be ye?"
"It is I Kengar, you sent for me." You old loon he added silently within his on mind as he strolled closer.
"Are ye alone?"
"Yes." The Mage snarled, wondering just how crazy the seer had become since the last time they had met.
"Ye weren't followed?"
"Of course not."
"Come on in then." Kengar entered the room to find the old man leaning a heavy crossbow in the corner. "Thank the god's Adam found ye, it's good to see ye lad."
"I was never your lad." The Mage corrected harshly, he didn't want the old man to think there was a fondness between them.
"I always wished ye were."
"Yes, I remember. The next time you see Adam apologize to him for me, he caught me at a very bad time. I'm afraid I was... most... errr unkind to him." Kengar admitted chagrin and remorse twisting his heart, as he thought of his lean hip's battering the youth's handsome face.
"Yes, yes of course I'll do so." The old seer promised vaguely, his mond clearly on some other more weighty matter.
"Do you even know how to use that thing old man?" Kengar asked, pointing to the heavy crossbow that the seer had set aside.
"I was young once." The grizzled old seer grunted gruffly as he looked at the heavy crossbow. "Walked the city walls, even patrolled the causeway. Before I discovered my abilities."
"I see, now what is this all about?" The Mage growled feeling himself growing angry with the old pervert he knew the seer to be. "The card's say that prince Rhanlan is not dead, and that he and the King are in grave danger. There are at least two plotting to subjugate the prince under themselves, and still others who plot to murder the King."
"So what are you doing down here?" Kengar exclaimed hotly, thinking the old fool should be warning the captain of the palace guard not himself.
"One of the plotter's came to me for a reading, I think he suspects I saw more than I was meant to. They're only two diviner's in this whole city, who might have the power to uncover these plot's. Myself and the Cardinal abbot Llewellyn, but he's to busy taking woman into his holy of holies. To ever uncover what I have seen, on his own."
"So who was this plotter?" Kengar asked pointedly as the old seer jumped and looked around wildly as if he'd heard something.
"The King's own... What was that?" The old seer whispered grabbing up his crossbow, an scurrying to the doorway to peer out into the dimness. "Damn they've found me." The old man exclaimed turning to glare at Kengar, who threw up his hands and growled back.
"It wasn't me I teleported down here. One of your lad's maybe." Kengar growled sarcastically as he joined the seer at the door was spotting movement in the darkness.
"Prosporo come out, Gerald and I wish to see you old man."
"Master No he mean's to kiEEELLIII!." Gerald's warning was cut off as one of his masked captor's burly warrior's, kicked him hard between the leg's then beat the gagging youth senseless.
"So much for that." The masked figure standing at the edge of the cistern growled, clearly not heppy by the turn of events. "Go get the old bastard, and bring him to me." The warrior's started out across the catwalk, quickly the old man ducked out the door. His crossbow twanged, and the heavy bolt buried it's self in the chest of the first warrior. Sending him tumbling into the abyss, the others charged forward as the old man ducked back inside to reload. From the back of the room Kengar released his spell, seven shining bolt's of magical energy flew out to they're target's. Knocking three huge fighter's screaming into the abyss, the rest scrambled back off the catwalk take what cover they could find. "Enough of this foolishness Cortu go get that troublesome old man." A huge hairy warrior lumbered out on to the catwalk drawing an enormous butcher's cleaver of a sword. Prosporo leaned around the door frame an fired another bolt, the old seer's aim was true yet again, this bolt hitting right in the center of the big fighter's chest. The brute flinched, and gave a high pitched squeal when the bolt hit him, reaching up he gave a second high pitched squeal as he pulled the bolt out an cast it aside.
"Damn, damn, damn." The old man swore, ducking back around the door and cranking his crossbow as fast as possible. Kengar readied his next spell trying the think of the prefect animal representation for the big brute.
"Aha it suit's him perfectly." The Mage muttered releasing his spell, the huge warrior squeal once more stumbling, he dropped his sword an seemed to rapidly melt and shift. Until only a big hairy boar stood on the catwalk, snorting an pawing the rough stone. Kengar's smile of triumph quickly melted away however, when the boar began to blur and shift becoming a huge man like boar creature. "A were boar." The Mage exclaimed between gritted teeth, this was not good at all. "No wonder that image fit him so prefectly." On the bridge Cortu stopped to retrieve his sword, then grinning an drooling he lumbered forward once more. He was close enough now, throwing out his hand Kengar triggered the magic of his ring, five sheet's of flame fanned out from his finger's, engulfing the hapless were hog. The smell of roast pork drifted into the pump house followed by the scent of burning leather.
"Damn that's making me hungry." Prosporo swore as he slipped another heavy bolt into his crossbow.
"Well it's not quite done yet, but I'll try to save you a bit of bacon." The Mage snarled sarcastically as the creature lurched back down the catwalk, heading for the water of the reservoir. It was not to be however, the were boar stumbled an fell to the ground rolling an contorted wildly for a second. And then fell prostrate, still smoldering and roasting in his own juice's. A rain of arrow's flew through the doorway, fortunately Mage's learn to duck behind cover early in their profession or they never learn anything ever again. "That's it let's finish this." Kenger rasped chanting a spell and crushing a bit of bat gwano between his long thin finger's. A tiny incandescent speck shot out the door, expanding it size as it flew down the catwalk, by the time it reached the end of the catwalk, it was as big as a man's head. It swept past the cowering mercenaries, flying toward the dark figure at the reservoir's edge. As big as a wagon wheel now, and in less than fifteen yard's from him. It suddenly took a right turn floating out over the water, where it exploded with aloud concussion.
"Your full of surprise's old man, but I've got a few of my own." The shadowy figure called after the fire ball's echo's die away, pulling a slender wand from his sleeve, he sent a lightning bolt smashing into the pump house. Smoke poured from the timber's of the room's ceiling, that had been set alit by the lightening.
"Can ye get us out of here mage?" Old prosporo inquired cringing in a corner by the door shaltered from the arrows.
"I already used my teleportion spell today. If I'd known I was going into battle, I'd have studied it twice. I have my return to sanctuary spell, but it would only carry me." A second lightning bolt struck the pump house, blasting out part of the stone wall. Stepping over to the hole the old seer fired another quick shot, but the heavy bolt dropped just short of they're attacker. Emboldened by their master's attack's, the mercenaries were slowly creeping back out on to the catwalk. "Stubborn bastard's." Kengar swore fumbling though his component's, at last finding what he needed, and quickly intoned his incantation. A gold light blasted from his hand's, running along the catwalk like a mass of writhing golden snake's. Half way between the pump house, and the mercenaries the stone's of the walk crumbled an fell away into the churning abyss.
"Why didn't you just blast the warrior's?" Old Prosporo asked wearily as he panted for breath slowly cranking his crossbow.
"Because it's not real!" Kengar snapped really angry at finding himself in the tight spot at this time. "It's just an illusion." He mumbled through clenched teeth, another lightning bolt rocked the now burning pump house.
"Can't you do something about him?"
"He's wearing a ring of spell turning. Didn't you see my fireball?"
"I guess it's up to me then." The old man grinned wildly, he ducked out the door and running down the catwalk to the illusion's edge.
"No!" Kengar snapped diving forward, he just missed grabbing the back of the old man's tunic. A lightning bolt exploded into the catwalk just behind the old man, as he ran to the edge of Kengar's illusion. Dropping to one knee the old seer steady his aim, and squeezed the trigger of the crossbow. The shadowy figure of they're attack stumbled back screaming in pain and rage, as the heavy crossbow bolt slammed into his shoulder. "Damn the old fool got him." Kengar exclaimed under his breath, his elated surprise quickly turned to despair as two, five, nine arrow's thudded into the old man's body, without a sound the old seer toppled off the catwalk an into the abyss. "Shit!" The Mage swore quickly casting his return to sanctuary spell, he disappeared only to instantly reappearing in the safety of his casting chamber.
Throwing open the door, he quickly descended the stair's calling for Angus and Elwood. He met them coming up the stair's with another guardsmen, he didn't recall being assigned to him. They all looked nervous and fugitive as he hurried down the stair's to them. "You... called for us Sir." Angus asked quietly.
"Yes I want the two of you fully armed an armored immediately." Like all guardsmen not actively guarding the outer wall or the King they were dressed in soft padded leather uniform's.
"Our mail and helmet's are in the barracks." Angus explained, looking confused and more than a little frightened by the Mages strange behavior.
"Go get them and all your belonging your moving into the tower." Kengar ordered a stunned Angus and Elwood who exchanged gleefully smiles.
"Yes my lord." They both exclaimed at once snapping to attention and looking at each other oddly.
"Who are you?" The Mage asked the third guardsman, who was very nervous and sweaty.
"I... I'm Qenton of the palace guard's." The young guardsmen stuttered, obviously flustered to be talking to the Mage in person.
"He's a friend of Elwood's and I who just stopped by to say hello." Angus supplied quickly looking over at Elwood who was nodding his head quickly.
"When you return to the palace, warn your captain that there maybe a plot, or several plot's afoot to harm the king." Kengar warn and then immediately regretted it, as he wasn't sure who his enemies were.
"My lord?"
"Tell him I learned of this from ol' prosporo the seer."
"Yes..Yes mmy lord mage." The astonished young guardsmen stuttered starting for the door.
"Tell him he is to tell no one, but the King where he learn of this."
"Yes, my lord mage." The guardsmen agreed anxiously looking like he wanted to run away from the mad Mage.
"I am going to have a talk with the Cardinal abbot Llewellyn." The Mage informed Angus quietly, as he wave the young palace guardsmen off. "If anything happens to me you and Elwood must safeguard the Cardinal abbot's life. He is the only one who can uncover the plot's against the King. Gather your thing's and meet me back here as quickly as you can." The mage called as he walked out the door, following the young palace guardsman down the stairs.
FIN