Tannah the Warlord

WARNING! VIOLENCE, BLOOD AND GORE

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“My lord requests that you see to his needs,” the thin man said, gesturing toward the short prince with one of his bony hands.

Master Zile was a goblin of a man, and in the rare event that he rose from his gold-embroidered pillow he stood only about two feet off the ground.

Rozale raised an eyebrow at the demand, uncertain if she should allow such an abuse.

“Well …? Get to it, cunt,” his servant said as Rozale considered him. “He’s already firm, you have an easy job.”

Rozale looked down at prince Zile’s leg. She could just make out the shape of his erect penis pressed along his inner thigh.

She took a gulp of wine from her chalice, filling her mouth and setting the vessel down atop a bookshelf. The massive system of caves around them had many of the comforts of modern life despite being a hideout for dissidents.

She looked up at Zile’s obnoxious servant with resentment in her gaze, then wiped her mouth with her wrist and drew her silken robe to the side revealing her shaved sex.

“Mouth only, whore,” the wiry man said with a sneer, “wouldn’t want to get with child before the ritual, would we?”

Rozale stifled a laugh, grinning as she savored her drink, her fingers caressing the moist folds of her cunt. She wasn’t a whore but she knew how to avoid getting pregnant at least.

She was arch magistress of Calun Bayul. She still held that title despite their Emperor, The almighty Sarazune, declaring himself the one and only god, and restructuring every religion in his empire to fit that false reality.

The new temple was a shadow of its former self, and Calun Bayul’s true followers now lived and made sacrifice in the caverns around her.

Rozale stepped closer to Zile and knelt, reaching between his legs and drawing his cock out of his pants. He had a surprisingly long member for such a small man and he stared at Rozale with disdain in his eyes as she stroked it, her hand moving gently along his length.

She knew better than to ask him to stand, and leaned down so that her cheek was nearly between his legs, her ass in the air as she licked the fat head of his erection. She breathed in and was pleasantly surprised by the smell as she put her lips to the bulb of his penis and sucked the wetness from its tip.

Flowery scents filled her nostrils as she moved her tongue around the inside of his foreskin, gathering his precum. She felt him pull at her robe, exposing her olive colored butt to both men as she kissed the end of his member and felt his shaft grow rock hard between her fingers.

“It smells nice,” Rozale said, touching her lips to the soft wet head of Zile’s penis. She felt his knobby fingers in her hair and grunted as he tugged at her head, dragging her mouth down around his shaft.

The squat man managed a strong hip thrust as he sat in his pillow, thrusting his cock into the back of Rozale’s throat and leaving it there.

“Mnnnggh,” she choked as he pressed his fat balls against her lips and stood up awkwardly, a knot of her black hair tangled around his small fist. He held her head up and let his pants drop completely as he took her with sudden, rude pushes, his chubby groin smacking against her face.

“My master’s cock is cleansed and bathed three times a day,” his wormy servant declared as Zile’s balls beat roughly against Rozale’s lips. She stifled another laugh as she guessed who it was who likely did the bathing.

“Mmmh,” she grunted, tasting thick slime along the underside of his cock, the residue of his lust coating her tongue and palate while she swayed on hands and knees to lessen the impact of his groin against her nose.

Rozale felt cool air against her exposed pussy as Zile thrust his fully aroused prick between her wet lips. For years Rozale had had her pick of men from among the followers of her order. They would come to her looking for Calun Bayul’s blessings in love and she was both their medium and teacher.

She felt Zile’s saliva slicked shaft slide across her tongue and strike deep in her throat, gagging her while his servant watched. She missed those times. She wanted a strong young man to make love to her, even if he thought it was their god he was having intercourse with.

No sorceress of Calun Bayul was a whore before her. They communed with their god through the burning of incense and enjoyed the company of his finest servants, but always of their own volition, and never for profit.

It was a good life, being a chosen of Calun Bayul, or at least, it had been.

Rozale heard Zile’s breathing intensify as he rocked his hips back and drove his drooling cock into her mouth, the impact of his sweating lap making her tits shake inside her robe. She wished he would just take her cunt and spare her dignity. She could feel the warm mixture of saliva and precum stick to her cheeks as he took her by the head, his balls slapping against her lips, her scalp already aching as he pulled at her with his stubby fingers.

His hips surged and his penis swelled against Rozale’s tongue as she sucked its stiffened length. She felt the surface of his erection grow completely firm and she knew to expect his seed. Then without even a whimper from Zile his cum splashed her palate.

Rozale hummed softly as the small man came, his cock throbbing, pumping thick gouts of seed against the roof of her mouth. She felt her cunt grow moist under the cool air, tasting his salty orgasm, his load pooling around her teeth as he ejaculated.

She felt her cheeks burn as a single bead of wetness trickled from her exposed pussy. Just knowing that this man could do anything to get her aroused made Rozale want to find the deepest chasm in the ancient fortress city, and throw herself in it.

“Mmmm hmmm,” she sighed, swaying forward and back, her lips hugging the sides of Zile’s shaft as creamy cum oozed from its tip. Spit and seed sloshed about between her cheeks with every shove of his hips, and Rozale blushed while Zile took her by the earlobes, ramming his girthy cock into her cum-filled mouth, milking every last drop of his orgasm into her.

“Mmmmnng,” she groaned, feeling the stuff cling to her lips and coat his balls as his slick erection slid across her tongue.

“Make sure and lap up every bit of it,” the thin man behind her demanded. His voice was closer this time and Rozale was sure he was staring at her cunt. Rozale drew her lips back along Zile’s slippery erection, sucking the cum and saliva around its head, cradling the salty goop with her tongue before swallowing it.

The chosen aren’t whores … she let the notion fade into the back of her mind while she went to work licking and kissing his balls to gather all that had spilled from her mouth.

“I am a whore,” she thought. “This man has made a whore out of me.” There was no point in denying it any longer. She had invited Zile into the cavern city, invited him into her home in the hopes that his claim to the throne would draw in enough support to start a rebellion, and now here she was, sucking his cock.

“Oh well,” she thought as she dragged her tongue along the underside of Zile’s penis, then surrounded its bulbous head with her lips and let them glide down its smooth length again. The sacrifices she’d made for her people were still minor compared to the many souls who had died opposing the emperor.

“That’s enough, the ritual begins in less than an hour,” his servant said in his whiny, impatient tone. Rozale’s mouth slipped off the tip of Zile’s cock and she wiped her face with her hand as she stood up.

She looked at the metallic figurine that symbolized Calun Bayul’s will while Zile’s servant barked more orders. She ignored his words. Rozale knew the details of this ritual better than anyone, she’d translated the scrolls herself.

She’d been both amazed and afraid when Zile brought that thing back from the western kingdoms. They weren’t supposed to exist anymore, the keys to power over heaven.

Without thinking Rozale slipped out of the large study and into the main cavern, descending the treacherously worn steps to the large platform where her followers gathered.

She looked back at the massive stone golem carved from the bedrock, it’s shoulders hunched and its hands pressed against the cavern ceiling.

“Atonzik, he who rules the heavens and the earth,” Rozale thought to herself, recalling the passages carved into reliefs around the colossal temple guardian. It was said that if Calun Bayul willed it, Atonzik would rise and flood the world.

Upon reaching the bottom of the steps Rozale was surrounded by a throng of women who began stripping her naked and tending her with oils and moistened cloth. Their brushes, caked with cold paint, gave her goosebumps as they traced patterns onto her bare flesh.

It felt odd being here between these girls, about to go through the actual rite of ending. She had taught many of them, brought them into the fold with her words and soft touches. Now they were basting her like a sacrificial lamb, drawing blue circles around her areolas, dribbling sweet smelling fluid onto her butt and letting it trickle across her asshole.

“Ahem,” one of them indicated with a conservative gesture before stepping back. Rozale knew what was expected. She sat down on the altar and spread her legs, then looked away as the slender girl moved in close, putting the brush to her labia and painting around her cunt. This pattern was designed to promote fertility, she recalled.

“I’m looking forward to calling you Empress,” the young woman said as she painted Rozale’s mons, her light hair tied back neatly behind her head, her eyes on Rozale’s naked sex.

“Let us hope the rest of the world feels that way,” Rozale responded, her cheeks burning as the girl stared at her vagina. She felt her womanhood spread itself slightly as the light brush strokes started to make her wet.

“Oops,” the mousy woman said, dabbing at Rozale’s cunt to stop her juices from messing up the paint. “Don’t worry, it is a good omen, I think,” the girl giggled, her face turning a little pink.

Once she was painted thoroughly with spells to entice a lover, enhance pleasure, and ensure healthy conception, Rozale put her bare feet on the stone floor and stood up. She moved between the women and toward the crowd of her followers, who were all holding up candles around a raised pyramidal structure near the center of the cave.

Their murmurings began as whispers and turned into echoing chatter as they all parted to let Rozale ascend the steps. They spread out before her and she could see their eyes focusing, unashamed on the arch magistress’s nude and painted body.

At the top of the structure she could see her future emperor. Galizern, Zile’s son and supposed heir to the five kingdoms of the world. He stood naked in preparation, holding a torch.

“He’s not half bad looking with his clothes off,” she decided, eyeing his masculine figure as she climbed the steps.

When she reached the top they both gazed at one-another. He had an array of spells covering him as well. One on his chest to enhance his stamina during sex, one around his cock to make his seed flow plentifully, and more.

He was a young man, probably in his early twenties, with long dark hair that hung across his ears. Rozale was nearly forty years old but she was still attractive enough to please even the most selective lover. If he was any good she would look forward to pleasing him, she thought.

“Light our fire,” Rozale said, and as Galizern moved toward the back of the platform she looked for Zile’s men among the nearby crowd. A man in scale armor stepped forward and held out a veiled object. Rozale took it, cradling the thing as she brought it to an old stone throne in the center of the platform.

She uncovered the figurine and set it on the throne with its eyes facing her. It would watch her union with this beautiful man, along with all the others crowding around. Her heart raced. She heard people whispering as she studied the tall stone seat in the dim light. Two long wooden horns protruded from each arm-rest, away from the idol.

She grasped them and felt their surface, worn smooth by many hands, clutching them during rituals of their own. The flame rose higher and higher behind the back of the throne and Rozale saw the man she was about to conceive with, moving away from the cauldron as it spat embers into the darkness above.

Everyone grew quiet as he set the torch in a sconce and stepped toward Rozale. She could still taste his father’s seed in the back of her throat as his hands caressed her naked butt. She arched her back and spread her legs, feeling her vagina open like a flower in bloom as she set her heels apart.

Without speaking the young man gripped Rozale by the hips and pressed the head of his cock to her exposed cunt. She squirmed from side to side to help his penis push between her minora, then she gasped as he slid inside.

“Hahhh,” she sighed, blushing as she tried to avoid the gazes of the men and women all around them. Galizern’s fingers dug into her hips as he pulled back and thrust all the way into her again, his shaft growing longer and more firm as it slipped through her labia.

Rozale gripped the horns tightly and focused on the idol’s weird face as the youth took her, driving his fully erect cock into her with increasing rapidity. She stared into the idol’s jeweled eyes, feeling her breasts knock together gently while the boy pounded her cunt, his hard, wet member reaching deeper and deeper as he became more aroused.

“Ahhh,” she moaned over the slap of hips, his balls beating against her pussy. She heard him gasp and felt the bell of his erection swell within her, his shaft slippery between the folds of her sex. She listened to his breaths as he fucked her with more and more energy, his palms growing slick with sweat against her sides.

“That’s it … hahh, ohhh, give me more,” she gasped, wringing her hands around the polished horns, her cunt juicy around the young man’s erect cock. She felt his grip tighten as she dug her heels in, shuddering with every surge of his hips. “Oooh yes,” she squealed, her toes curling against the hard stone, her womanhood coating his length with a slippery layer of her arousal.

“Take me …” she moaned, her elbows beginning to wobble. She felt her clitoris throb as a bead of moisture rolled across it, then he put a hand on her shoulder and dug his finger tips in as he began fucking her with quick, deep thrusts.

Rozale inhaled sharply, feeling her ass jiggle while Galizern’s balls struck her cunt. She looked left and right, catching the gazes of several onlookers and regretting it immediately.

She looked down, her lips parted and her breathing heavy, feeling the young man’s smooth erection glide up her pussy. She could feel her vagina constrict tightly around him as he thrust the fat bell of his penis deep, the muscles straining around his shaft as he pulled back for another shove.

“Ahhh! Rrrrhhhrr,” she growled as he rammed it roughly into her and withdrew it. Rozale looked over her shoulder at the young man and grinned as he continued to fuck her with unceasing vigor, her tits smacking audibly against her chest and her thighs shaking.

Droplets of sweat landed on her ass and rolled down her sides as she leaned forward and took his cock, the rhythmic slap of their bodies, the crackling flames and their combined breathing drowning out the low whispers of the people watching.

“Ohhh ooooh,” Rozale moaned as Galizern slid deep in her pussy and held it there, his erection pulsing noticeably within her. “Ahhh,” she gasped when he finally drew back, his penis rock hard, its sides slick with her juices and its bulb swelling as it slid through the curtains of her sex.

“Ooohh, yesss!” Rozale shivered as he pushed inside her again, his moist thighs pressing against hers, his long member filling her womanhood. “Ahh, it feels so good, lover, please …” she begged, wanting to feel his seed squish around his manhood.

“Ahh,” she gasped as he grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezing and clawing at her butt cheeks, pulling them apart with his thumbs as he thrust gracefully into her. “Ahhh … hahhh,” she whined, feeling his cock push her minora apart and slide pleasantly up her cunt.

“Ohh god, give me your seed,” she moaned as he dug his thumbs into her lower back, clutching her sweat-covered bottom, her pussy constricting around his penis. “Ohh give it to me,” she growled, ready to feel his child grow inside of her.

His pace quickened again and Rozale let out a sigh of ecstasy, feeling his cock glide swiftly through the wet lips of her sex.

She raised her head and looked to either side of herself, noting the faces of her audience, all staring as she took pleasure in this moment.

She saw them all watching her, and for a moment she loved that they were there, seeing her blushing face and the fine young man making her his queen. They stared at her bare ass and her swinging breasts while beads of sweat flew off of her erect nipples, her body rippling in response to each hard shove.

Rozale looked into their eyes and grew bolder under their gaze, her body bare and shaking. She wished they would all masturbate for her like they did in the scrolls.

Galizern’s erection was so hard it felt like polished stone sliding through her cunt again and again. At any moment she would receive his seed and be joined with him, she thought.

“Ahh, ohhhhh,” she moaned, rocking her pelvis gently while his naked hips beat against her ass, her clitoris throbbing while his shaft reached deep into her. She looked between her legs and saw the paint dripping down her ankles.

“So much for the magic,” she thought as Galizern held her butt cheeks apart and stared at her asshole, taking her with quick, deep thrusts. She felt his knees wobble, and the head of his penis engorge as he pushed it into her vagina and left it there once again.

“Ohh,” Rozale sighed, her mouth hanging open in a silent cry of ecstasy, pressing her butt against the young man as he started to ejaculate.

“Ahh, uhhhh, haahh,” he groaned, his penis pulsing in Rozale’s cunt. She could feel his seed gush forth with every soft exhalation, flooding her pussy and surrounding the firm head of his cock.

“Oh yes, dear Calun Bayul …” she sighed as his shaft throbbed between her vagina muscles. “Bestow your wisdom and fortune in all things upon this child,” Rozale gasped, looking into the brass figure’s eyes.

Tiny motes of light seemed to sparkle within its head as she stared.

“Yes, witness this my lord,” she moaned, feeling Galizern’s cock swell and squirt. “Witness this act of passion, and let me be your vessel.”

Galizern groaned as he continued to orgasm, his manhood straining against Rozale’s cunt, it’s sides slick with his cum.

“Let this child be the key to unstopper the heavens and remake the world,” she said, her voice trembling, her pussy clenching hard around Galizern’s erect penis. “Hahh … ohhhh,” she moaned, finally letting go of the right horn and reaching between her thighs to masturbate.

She stared at the lights reflected in the idol’s jeweled eyes as she stroked her stiffened clitoris, her fingertips gently encountering the slimy underside of Galizern’s erection. She moved her hips and spread her fingers around his shaft, gathering her moisture and dragging it over her parted labia while he remained inside her.

She looked at the crowd again and saw the women blush as she touched herself, some of them looking away. Rozale’s cheeks burned even hotter and she smiled, unashamed of her lust. She could feel Galizern’s load in her vagina, his firm member damming its flow.

“Stay inside me,” she whispered, her knees shaking as she touched herself, her clitoris bulging between the folds of her sex. “Ahhh,” she moaned, drawing her fingertips along each side of the sensitive node. She felt her thigh sweat stick to her wrist as her hand moved between her legs.
“Ahh, ahhhhh,” she gasped, watching her followers stare while she stroked her cunt. She didn’t need to have an orgasm for the ritual to be successful but it seemed to Rozale that this event lacked a certain feminine quality. If they would watch Galizern reach his peak then they’d have to watch her as well she decided.

“Ahhh, ahhhh!” she moaned, her voice getting louder as her digits moved quicker. She rocked her pelvis and moved her fingers against her clit in a circular fashion, feeling Galizern’s cum slick her pussy as it began to seep from her opening. Her face burned hot with embarrassment and her joints quivered nervously but she kept masturbating, letting the warm pleasurable sensations grow deep in her groin.

“Ahhh …” she shuddered, nurturing the feeling between her legs with swift but gentle strokes, her fingertips slimy with Galizern’s seed. She felt the young man’s hand explore her back and butt as he held on to her, his cock still firm, thrust deep in her womanhood. “Ahhh ahhhahhh, oh earth and sky, I’m cumming!” she squealed as the sensation inside her blossomed and took hold.

“Ahhh ahahhh ahhhaahh!” she cried out, squirming in place while she climaxed. Sweat moistened the soles of her feet and her toes curled against the stone. Her back arched and her bare breasts quaked as she came, her shuddering cries echoing throughout the cave.

She looked back into the idol’s eyes, seeing Galizern’s reflection in them, her lips parted and her chest and cheeks burning, her cunt slippery and full of cum.

“I’m cumming …” she sighed, out of breath, “I’m cumming for you, my lord.”

Tannah watched the group of riders approach. She couldn’t hear what the perimeter guards were shouting, but they hadn’t drawn weapons so she didn’t expect trouble. Then as they came a little closer she recognized Balter’s brown mare.

There was a flutter of excitement in Tannah’s gut. She hadn’t seen him in person in many weeks, owing to her extended stay in these hostile lands. They’d kept in contact through written correspondence only, and Tannah rather enjoyed the snippets he would include about trysts with court ladies, and all the debauched parties he held at his estate.

Her and Aretta squinted at the other riders. Besides Balter and a small entourage of knights there were two unknown guests. One was dressed in all white, and the other wore chainmail under a padded jacket and a kettle helm atop his head.

They were both men, to Tannah’s relief. She wasn’t in the mood to meet any new concubines.

“Curious,” Tannah said, narrowing her eyes as Balter and his company trotted up the road together. The light breeze coming over the hill was cold against her ears.

She had recently shorn both sides of her head, leaving her with a strip of medium length hair down the center of her scalp that hung to one side. The reason she had done it was the topic of a whole conversation she expected to have with her husband rather soon.

“Did he become someone’s prisoner since he left us last?” Aretta speculated, her spear planted in the earth by her feet.

“If so he’d better not be expecting me to pay his ransom,” Tannah scoffed. She cared about Balter as a lover and partner, but even she couldn’t afford what the rest of the kingdom likely thought he was worth.

When he finally rode up close Tannah took the reins and led Balter’s horse toward the stable. He eyed her new look with curiosity, and she couldn’t tell if he liked it or hated it from the expressions he was making.

She tossed her hair to each side to give him a good view of her head while she walked him up the road, avoiding lizardmen hauling building supplies and traders pulling carts toward Bristelkeer.

It had been four months since Tannah’s company set up camp in the region, four months of raids and hard fighting with a foe that was still crippled from the opening blow. Her company had changed drastically in that time, she could see it in their eyes at drill and feel it in her hands when she sparred with them.

The young and inexperienced fighters were confident and capable in any kind of skirmish now. They could think on their feet and adapt where previously they would have fled from any kind of confusion. Tannah was still whipping some of them into shape of course, but each day she felt a measure of pride in what she had created.

Tannah glanced up at Balter, then looked back at the two men following his lead. The man in white had a well-kept beard and an unwavering grin. The man behind him had no expression at all, just a hard stare on his scarred, completely shaved face.

The fact that Balter wasn’t saying anything meant he had news he could only share in private. Tannah puzzled at the nature of the visit while stepping cautiously up the muddy thoroughfare.

Suddenly a pair of lizardmen slipped in the muck, dropping a cart carrying two barrels of water. There were hissing cries from the two creatures as the barrels rolled into the road and knocked the legs out from under a woman passing by with her skirts hiked up.

She shrieked and fell ass-first into the soup of earth and horse-dung, and the two scaled creatures stared at her, unsure how to act.

“Smelly, scaly, dimwitted …!” the woman cursed as she stood up, kicking shit off of her bare legs.

“You idiots! What have you done?!” a man called out. Tannah saw one of her men rush out from behind the cart to berate the two. “I swear if you assholes don’t pay more attention I’ll have the captain pull your names,” he growled.

“Hey!” Tannah shouted, tossing Balter’s reins into his lap and storming past the two lizardmen. She saw his face turn pale as he recognized her, recoiling at the fury in her eyes. Tannah looked at the two lizardmen who had been pulling the cart.

“It’s okay, take the rest of the day off you two,” she said, dismissing them with a gesture. They scurried away with their tails raised for balance as Tannah got closer to the man who’d yelled at them.

“They aren’t captives, Kellick. They aren’t your servants, they’re not your kids, they’re guests!” she hissed, “Now that you’ve chastised them you can carry the cart yourself,” She turned on her heel and ignored him as he started to plead his case.

“Sorry about that,” she said to the men waiting impatiently in their saddles behind Balter. “We’ve done our best to promote peaceful relations with the Silgans. The locals don’t like them much, though that’s mostly because of the raids on the surrounding villages.”

“These … lizards just live among normal people in Bristelkeer now?” The rider in white asked.

“Not exactly,” Tannah answered, taking Balter’s reins again and leading his horse through the muddy crossroad. “We brokered an agreement between the Silgan leaders and the land owners around here. The Silgans are allowed to work in and around the city in exchange for food and supplies.”

Tannah looked back and saw the bearded man glancing around at the mixture of scaled bodies and humans, his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“We’ve taught them our irrigation techniques and shown them how to build a mill. They’ve greatly improved the land outside the walls these last few weeks,” Tannah continued.

“You don’t think that teaching the enemy might be unwise?” The man in white asked. “Especially one we still don’t understand?” Tannah turned and regarded him.

“Sir, I beg your pardon if I’m speaking out of turn but …” she began with a grin on her face, still unsure who he was. “I don’t know what you’ve heard, but aggression from the Silgans abated over a month ago.” The man raised one eyebrow at Tannah.

“Indeed,” he said, still looking suspicious.

“We captured Silga Naul, their chief of the old god Myz,” she recounted. “The Silgans won’t risk the death of their head priest, at least, most of them won’t. What we’ve been fighting for the last month and a half have been just disaffected groups who’ve split from the colony.”

The nobleman raised a hand to his face and tugged at his beard.

“We’re trying to keep the locals and Silgans from starting this war afresh while we wait for word from the king,” Tannah said, taking a deep breath and then sighing as she tossed her dark hair over the opposite side of her head.

After walking a few minutes longer they stopped at the foot of the hill leading up to an old windmill. Two lizardmen took the reins and watched as the men dismounted, leading their beasts into a large farmhouse. The knights spread out and tended to their horses while the others stayed close to Tannah.

“I suppose I should introduce you two then,” Balter began. “This is lord Cavil of Turmadond, and captain commander Alswain.”

“… His bodyguard,” the man said, stepping forward and reaching out to shake Tannah’s hand, his eyes scanning her whole body from her padded arming jacket down to the form-fitting leather that covered her thighs.

Tannah wondered if he was sizing her up, checking her out, or looking for weapons on her as she grasped his hand and squeezed it.

“This is Aretta,” Tannah said, gesturing toward the blonde woman standing just behind her. “… My bodyguard.”

They all glanced at each other for a moment waiting for someone to speak. Balter finally broke the silence.

“So, about your request to settle the Silgans in the south,” he said, looking left and right nervously. “The land you’re looking at was named in the treaty of, uh …”

“It’s part of the principality of Turmadond,” Cavil said, cutting him off. “It is in my domain that you wish to settle these … Silgans, and as such I am here to discuss terms. Your … husband, made me a very interesting offer,” he said with a grin on his face.

“I will travel with you in escorting and settling these creatures,” he went on. “I trust you’re willing to heed my every decree in this matter as it will greatly affect our future.”

“Yes sir,” Tannah nodded. Cavil smiled and glanced back at Balter and Alswain.

“You might ask yourself why I would choose to take such a risk in all this,” Cavil said. “You see, I married a very boring woman, a good looking woman mind you, Tericia is lovely with red hair and a gorgeous pair of tits, but she’s a follower of the Holy Mountain.”

Tannah frowned. Worshippers of the Holy Mountain were known for their reluctance when it came to sex, partaking solely for the purpose of reproduction.

“My intent is to make a mistress out of you Tannah,” Cavil said, the corners of his mouth curling upward. “Until our journey is over you will be like a second wife to me.”

There was a brief silence. Tannah glanced at Aretta who had a dour look on her face.

“Balter, can I speak with you alone for a moment?” Tannah said, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him toward the stable. She led him around the side of the building and turned, giving him a vicious glare once they were out of sight.

“I thought I told you never to bargain with my cunt again!” Tannah hissed.

“I’m sorry Tannah, he wouldn’t budge on the matter,” Balter whispered. “Without his recommendation your request would have looked ridiculous. Believe me he has us by the balls … well, me by the balls and you by your …” He looked Tannah up and down with lust in his hazel eyes.

“So, what, you felt a little bit unsure of yourself, panicked and offered up my pussy as appeasement, is that what it is, because I swear to all the gods Balter!?” Tannah spat.

“That’s the thing, it wasn’t my idea,” he defended, “he’s had his eye on you ever since you first showed your face at the capital, he’s been looking for a chance to have you.” Balter shifted in place nervously, peering briefly back at the group from around the stable wall. He tightened his jaw as he watched them, looking frustrated.

“He has plenty to gain from this settlement,” Balter growled, “he’ll have more people he can tax and more bodies to develop the southern reaches of his fiefdom, and they’ll serve as a buffer against invaders. We’re giving this to him and he is charging us, hah!” Balter let out a mocking guffaw. “Believe me, Cavil is an opportunist.”

Tannah glared at Balter and gritted her teeth, still fuming despite a convincing argument.

“Balter … listen,” she said, stepping close so that her face was an inch from his. “I’m going to accept his offer for the sake of the Silgan people, but you’re going to have to watch every single time I fuck that man, so I hope you really wanted to be a cuckold when you started these negotiations.”

Tannah turned and moved back toward the group, taking a deep breath and exhaling to steady her nerves.

“Fine,” Tannah said, facing Cavil with her fists on her hips, “as long as you’ll allow Balter and Aretta to be present for every … exchange.”

“Agreed,” Cavil said with a smile on his face, undressing her with his eyes. Adultery and prostitution were both illegal in Hanmer’s domain, but men were permitted to share their wives in acts of pleasure. It was a loophole that Tannah knew well from being a whore. Having Balter in the room would keep her safe from a hanging.

After a brief discussion about when and where they would meet up again Tannah parted company with the two men, returning to her tent to meet with her commanders.

During the meeting Balter sat off to the side and sipped wine from a tall metal cup. Preparations to meet with the Silgan leaders went smoothly and all that was left to do was wait for a response.

Once her meeting had adjourned Tannah, Balter, Aretta and the captive Silga Naul sat alone together inside the commander’s tent. It was still early in the morning and Tannah had hope that the war with the Silgan people would be officially over by nightfall.

Tannah felt Aretta’s hand on her hip as she leaned over a map of the region, the woman’s other arm moving around her waist. She reached slowly down between Tannah’s legs, stroking the seam of her leather pants with one finger while caressing her side gently.

“Time to relax?” Aretta asked, “You look like you need it.” Tannah glanced at Balter and the feather-headed lizard man sitting comfortably beside one-another as she stood with her palms flat on the table with Aretta embracing her.

“Yeah, you can do it a little,” she said, looking up at the tent ceiling, getting goosebumps as Aretta’s fingertips slipped under the waistband of her underwear and cupped her naked sex. “Mmm,” she sighed as Aretta stroked her pussy, placing her lips against Tannah’s neck and kissing it softly while her fingers moved inside her pants.

“So, why the new hair style?” Balter asked, passing the wine bottle to Silga Naul, his eyes on Tannah as Aretta pushed a hand up her shirt and squeezed her breast.

“It is a custom,” Silga answered. “Among our people Tannah is considered Naul, one who speaks with purpose. It is a way of saying she leads us,” he explained as Aretta caressed the opening of Tannah’s cunt with her fingertips.

“Mmm,” Tannah sighed as Aretta curled two fingers up her pussy and then drew them out, smearing her juices between her labia.

“It is tradition for a Naul to remove the plumage from the sides of the head,” Silga said as Tannah gasped in Aretta’s arms, her left nipple erect against Aretta’s palm, her clitoris firm between the woman’s knuckles.

“Ahhh,” Tannah moaned as Aretta’s fingers slid deep in her vagina. She thrust her pelvis against the meat of Aretta’s hand, feeling her massage the inside of her cunt with her fingertips.

She felt her juices stick to the insides of her thighs as Aretta fingered her, groping her breast lustfully with her other hand.

“Ohh … Aretta, ahh,” Tannah shuddered, clawing idly at the edge of the table as the blonde kissed her neck and stroked her wet pussy. She could smell Aretta’s sex through her clothing as the strong woman rubbed her mons against Tannah’s tailbone.

“Tannah talked some about becoming Naul in her letters,” Balter said as he watched Tannah hump Aretta’s hand. “I’m still surprised your people would agree to follow someone who killed so many of you.”

Tannah blushed as the strong woman ran her fingers through her bush before hooking them into her pussy.

“Ahh, ohh yes!” Tannah gasped as Aretta moved her finger tips in circles inside her, her knuckle slippery between her legs.

“She bested our warriors in battle, this is true,” Silga said in his serpentine hiss. “We do not consider these things as debts of blood and violence as you humans do. Tannah beat us and so she should advise us, until another comes along and masters her.”

“Guess they’d better make me Naul next huh,” Aretta whispered in Tannah’s ear as she hooked three digits up Tannah’s cunt and held them there.

“Ahhh, haha,” Tannah chuckled as Aretta held her drooling pussy in her hand, her clitoris throbbing against the woman’s wet palm. “Ahhhhh,” she moaned, rocking her hips back and forward, smearing her moisture across Aretta’s wrist while she groped about inside Tannah’s underwear.

Aretta pressed her pubic bone against Tannah’s butt and thrust against her, clutching her cunt firmly. Tannah gasped, wishing she could feel the woman’s smooth phallus slide up her ass as Aretta pulled the hair atop her mons.

Aretta reached down again and began stroking the flesh between her minora. Tannah arched her back and shivered, feeling shocks of pleasure throughout her body as the woman tickled her clitoris.

“Ahhh … ohhh … oh!” she moaned, blushing brightly as she came in the woman’s hand, her nectar squishing between Aretta’s fingers as her vagina clenched around them.

“Ahh, oh Aretta I’m cumming,” she said, her chest heaving and her voice tremulous, her orgasm rolling over her in waves. She felt Aretta’s hips push against her ass as she rode the woman’s hand, wracked by intense pleasure.

Tannah’s toes curled inside her boots while the strong woman hooked three fingers up her pussy, her other hand clenched tightly around her left breast. Her mouth gaped and her cheeks burned hot as Aretta slicked her bush with her slippery digits.

“Mmm, satisfied yet?” Aretta whispered as she cupped Tannah’s throbbing clitoris in her hand. “You’re very wet today,” she said, smearing Tannah’s juices over her bush and tugging at the coarse hair. Tannah clamped her thighs together and leaned forward, rocking her hips while she continued to cum.

“What I don’t get is, if Tannah is Naul, how is there still a war to fight?” Balter asked, watching Tannah orgasm in Aretta’s arms. Tannah felt Aretta’s fingers slip out from between her legs. She took Tannah by the hips and continued to hump her from behind, rubbing against her like a man while the others spoke.

“There are six Nauls,” Tannah gasped, her face red and her joints still quivering. “They’re … like a council of the wisest members of the society, haahh. I am the official Naul of war matters,” Tannah sighed, her hands sitting flat on the table as Aretta pressed her groin against Tannah’s ass. “… and our friend isn’t being entirely truthful. Most but not everyone agreed with the decision to make me their master of war,” she said with a smirk.

“General!” a gruff voice said from behind. Tannah turned, her knees shaking and her face red. “An emissary from the Gorak has arrived,” the stocky messenger blurted out. “Everyone is being summoned, as per your request.”

The shortish man sidled out of the tent, looking at his feet and blushing as he recognized what was going on with her and Aretta. Tannah chuckled and looked back at Balter. The seat of her panties were soaked and slippery with her juices.

“That reminds me,” she said, a grin forming as she studied her husband. “You’ve been remiss in your duties as of late,” she purred, biting her lip as she thought back on the months gone by without so much as a pinch of affection from the man.

Balter leaned leisurely on one knee and smiled.

“You’ll have to let me know when I can make it up to you … general,” he said calmly.
“After the Gorak, that’s when,” Tannah replied, “come to my room in town, and bring your … appetite,” she said, glancing at his cock.

Less than an hour later Tannah was in armor, riding through a crowd of lizard men that hissed and banged on their shields while she passed.

Hissing wasn’t always a sign of aggression, regardless, Aretta and the other guards looked left and right nervously as they approached the Gorak.

Green and grey scaled bodies thronged a large open space. Five figures sat in front of a bonfire in the center of the clearing, three of them dressed in fine, brightly colored clothing, and two of them naked.

Tannah’s guards fanned out as she approached the group, their reptilian eyes following her closely. She studied their faces as she stood before them, lifting her arms while two of her men detached her placard from her breast plate.

They removed the whole front piece of her armor, metal skirt and all, then carried it away. She hated leaving her midsection exposed when among so many potential enemies, but it was necessary to sit and attend the Gorak. She glanced at the other Nauls and then unfastened and lifted her helm from her head, further sacrificing safety for the alliance she had worked so hard to achieve.

Tannah sat down on the ground as best she could with greaves and cuisses covering her legs. She looked over her shoulder and saw Silga standing just behind her, flanked by Aretta and another bodyguard.

Silga’s neck inflated and he opened his mouth, letting out a low warbeling croak that quieted the crowd.

“This begins the Gorak of Tannah, in the eighth day, nineteenth cycle,” he spoke. “This gathering will decide the fate of our people.” Silga’s head swiveled as he focused on the creatures all around them.

“Since you all await this decision so eagerly I shall skip most formalities and state the question plainly for us all. Shall we go south and rebuild, and live among humans, or shall we brave the north and face death beyond the Kalar mountains?”

There was a chorus of angry hisses from the crowd but Tannah’s eyes remained on the other Nauls. They were mostly women, a fact that Tannah found intriguing. The two to the left of Tannah were dressed the most flamboyantly.

One female wore a bright orange and red dress and wore peacock feathers amid her already feathered mane. The one beside her, a male, wore a suit of ceremonial armor constructed of large iridescent scales. The scales were from some creature called a wemic, and judging by their size Tannah was glad she’d never seen whatever that was.

The ones to the left of Tannah made up the richest members of their society and the ones to her right, save the most immediate, made up the poorest.

The two poorest, a male and a female, sat naked and waited for someone to speak, and the first to speak was the female lizard person directly to Tannah’s right.

“Who will oversee our supply routes?” she said, focusing her yellow eyes intently on Tannah. “If we go to this place, not knowing the laws of your people, or where we can forage, it may be risky for our hunters safety, and for the alliance.” The other Nauls regarded her. Tratalis, Naul of the hunt, wore darker colors. She had naturally purple plumage and wore gold jewelry to keep the others aware of her status.

“We will provide your hunters with an up-to-date map of each region …” Tannah answered, setting off a wave of murmurs throughout the crowd. “And! …” she continued, quieting the other Nauls, “… our hunters will accompany you. Our gatherers will keep stock of every catch and find, as will yours. Both teams will submit a list of vital finds which will be brought to a central tent and divided up based on need.”

There was more murmuring from behind her. Tannah spoke louder.

“Your hunters! …” she began, waiting a moment for the crowd to calm down. “Tratalis and her hunters will attend the central tent, where they may observe and be certain that the procedure is fair.”

“… Ssss, and what IF these procedures are not fair,” one of the naked ones asked. “What if it is Tratalis against all humans?” A clamor of voices and semi-hushed whispers filled the air again. Tannah looked at the creature that had spoken. The nude lizard man truly looked like one of the poorest members of their society. His scales were caked with dirt and dappled with patches of unshed skin.

“The Nauls of lowness embody the worst of us,” she recalled Silga telling her. “Their station is punishment, and all about them from their appearance to their most strongly held ideal is formulated to break us,” he had explained. Tannah turned to look at the Nauls of greatness, wondering if they had anything to say about her proposal.

“Silga will arbitrate all disputes,” Tannah answered, causing another uproar. A rattling croak from Silga silenced the crowd again.

“Does thissss council still trust Silga’s judgment?” Silga asked aloud, his words turning into irritated hisses as he spoke. “Silga has been arbitrator for these meetings for a hundred years,” he said, glaring challenge at the faces all around them. “If Silga is no longer valued as such, then let that truth be spoken so we can choose someone else.”

The whole gathering went quiet. Tannah and the other Nauls glanced around, waiting for an answer to Silga’s question.

“Not good,” Tannah thought. Silga was her biggest bargaining chip. If his people turned against him here because he seemed too sympathetic to her cause then the situation could degrade fast.

Tannah started thinking about her escape route. She had two rows of bodyguards that she could retreat between if she absolutely had to. It wouldn’t be her favorite option but against so many she would have to consider it.

Then a single deep croak echoed from the back.

“Silga isn’t in question,” a burly lizard man said, stepping past the bodies in the front and walking into the clearing. “Tannah is,” he hissed. Tannah narrowed her eyes at the hulking creature.

He was dressed for combat, the way his people did, with leather pants, a thatch armored chest, and a long, hooked club that seemed to double as a walking stick.

“Tannah is not true Silgan. I, Kalok, challenge for position as war Naul,” he called out, his voice a rumbling purr that rose above the chatter of the others.

Tannah stood up and placed a hand on the pommel of her weapon. She studied everyone around her cautiously. The crowd was mumbling, all eyes were on her and Kalok. Some of the lizard men who were dressed for combat seemed eager while others had expressions of uncertainty.

“You do not have to accept any challenge,” Silga told her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “It is not our usual way to make such arrangements … but, were I in your place now … I would accept.”

“Tannah, do NOT fight that monster,” Aretta demanded.

“Agreed, I don’t like this,” another guard cautioned. Tannah glanced at each of them and then back at Silga, who looked resolute.

“Kalok will get what he desires by other means if this meeting is allowed to adjourn,” Silga spoke. “His influence has grown much, you must kill him, for this alliance to survive.” Tannah regarded Kalok again.

“What are the terms of this challenge?” Tannah asked aloud, the murmurs growing louder as Kalok seemed to form a grin with his wide reptilian jaw. He chuckled darkly, his laughter more of a growl.

“It is as it has always been, as any true Silgan warrior would know. We fight, head, arms, and chests bare, first blood deciding the victor,” Kalok purred. Tannah looked back at Silga to see if he had anything to add, and seeing only resign in his eyes she turned back to her opponent.

“Aretta, remove my breastplate,” she said.

“Tannah …” Aretta started.

“Do it now!” Tannah snapped. There was silence behind her and then a pair of hands began tugging at the straps securing her chest piece. Tannah stared into Kalok’s eyes, not looking away as they removed her armor, one piece at a time.

When her breastplate was finally lifted over her head Tannah pulled at the sleeves of her arming jacket, slipping her arms out of them before pulling it over her head, her naked breasts dropping free.

“Kill him,” she thought, staring at his long arms while the crowd stared at her exposed nipples.

“I have but one adjustment to make, to the terms of this fight,” Tannah said. “You said first blood decides the victor? I say first death.”

The crowd went quiet for just a moment. Kalok let out a low hissing laugh.

“Agreed,” he croaked, lifting his club and taking a fighting stance as the other Nauls quickly stood up and moved away from the clearing. Tannah drew her blade and spread her feet apart as she sank into guard position.

Silga made another strange noise to announce the start of the match and Kalok leapt forward, swinging his long club. Tannah didn’t bother trying to parry the thing. Instead she hopped backward, a warm breeze whipping across her naked breasts and buffeting the shaved side of her head as it sailed past.

She lunged at the haft of her opponent’s weapon, where he gripped it, hoping to sever some fingers, but before the blow landed Kalok brought it back for another quick swipe that bounced off of Tannah’s shoulder, jostling her, and sending a wave of numbness up her arm. The crowd reacted with gasps as Tannah fought to keep her balance.

Tannah put her right foot under herself just in time and leapt backward as Kalok brought the hook end of his weapon down toward her head. It slammed into the dirt in front of her feet and Tannah watched him lift the heavy implement up and set it on his shoulder.

Despite the club’s size he wielded it like a child waving a reed about. When Kalok came at her again Tannah knew she couldn’t beat the creature. He swung his weapon down and across. Tannah side-stepped the club and lunged, hurling herself blade first into Kalok’s body.

There was a chorus of angry hisses as Tannah’s sword sank to its hilt in the creature’s abdomen. Something like an angry growl escaped Kalok’s toothy mouth. She tore her blade from his stomach as quickly as her muscles would allow, pulling pink viscera out of his body and spraying her thighs with blood as she threw herself backward.

Kalok’s large hand passed within inches of her face as he made a grab for her neck, then a one-handed blow from his club knocked Tannah’s feet out from under her. She felt the blow launch her and then she landed on her side, gasping, still somehow clutching the pommel of her weapon.

Disoriented and winded Tannah rolled over and put her feet under her. She wobbled as she lifted herself upright then jumped out of the path of her foe’s club again, hearing it pound the dirt hard where she had been standing. She held her weapon in two hands and turned to block the swing that she knew would be aimed at her side.

She felt the shock of the impact against her palms, felt her weapon bend under the weight of the blow. Tannah stumbled backward and regained her footing as Kalok lagged in his assault, his club dragging across the sandy ground at the end of his swing.

The blood from the wound in his stomach was everywhere, oozing from the ragged opening in his gut, dotting the sand, pooling around his feet and coloring his loincloth crimson.

“If I’d kept my cursed mouth shut this fight would be over already,” Tannah thought as she glanced down at her weapon and saw what she already knew. The blade was twisted and ruined.

Kalok raised his club for a renewed assault and took one final step toward Tannah, before collapsing to his hands and knees. He crawled toward her, looking dazed. He tried to lift himself and his club one more time but it slipped from his fingers.

“Thank the gods,” she thought, watching him falter. The whole crowd stared in silence as he pawed about in the dirt looking confused, searching for his weapon while Tannah stood safely out of his reach.

Kalok clutched his stomach and laid his serpentlike snout against the ground. The flames crackled as he groped at the handle of his weapon with his other hand, finally locating it, gripping it weakly. He let out a rasping snort and trembled violently, then stopped moving, his body curled up in his last attempt at life.

Tannah took a deep breath and felt a sharp twinge of pain in her chest as the rush of combat faded. She tossed her broken sword at Kalok’s body and it clattered to rest atop his outstretched arm.

“Let him be the last Silgan slain in this conflict,” Tannah said, her voice trembling, tasting blood in her mouth. She turned and ambled slowly toward Aretta while noisy cheers rose up from all directions. Tannah moved slowly to hide the limp in her step while two of her bodyguards helped her to her horse.

The ride back was painful. She moved past ecstatic lizard people and mercenaries nervously watching the crowd, her joints protesting even the slightest swaying motion. Once they were beyond the Silgan gathering grounds she leaned over the side of her horse and puked a frothy stream of pink bile into the dirt. Her head spun as she clung to the saddle, retching dryly, bloody vomit dangling from her lower lip.

“Swallowed too much blood …” she grunted, clinging to the saddle and hoping it wasn’t her gut that was injured.

Almost two hours later Tannah sat naked at the edge of her bed while a healer examined her, Aretta scowling over his shoulder. Her lip wasn’t bleeding anymore but she could still feel her head throbbing from the jostle of combat.

“You have a lot of bruises but nothing too serious,” the man in brown robes said as he felt around her breasts with wrinkled hands. “I would avoid doing anything too strenuous for at least a week to avoid making your injuries worse. No fighting or wrestling, and try to stay in bed if possible. You can have sex … I wouldn’t in your state but it won’t kill you.”

Tannah raised an eyebrow at the old priest. The man studied her nude form once more before standing up straight.

“The only other advice I can give you is to pick a safer profession,” he said with a sigh.

“I didn’t ask for advice, I asked if I was okay,” Tannah said with a sneer. The older man nodded and turned to leave, opening the door just enough to slip out into the hallway, and pulling it closed behind him.

Aretta shook her head and rolled her eyes.

“I want to say that was fucking stupid,” she said, “but you got so damned lucky it would feel out of place.” She shook her head again.

“Well I’m glad I avoided such an important life lesson,” Tannah said with a smile, tossing her hair to the opposite side of her head and massaging her aching temples.

Tannah had one of the nicest inn rooms available in Bristelkeer. It was spacious with a large bed, and an outside porch that offered a gorgeous view of the city at night.

It had been a gift. When her and her badgers first arrived to deal with Silga’s tribes they were celebrated by the locals. Now many of them despised her presence for inviting the lizard men to live and work around the town. Never mind the fact that Bristelkeer had nearly doubled in size due to their work.

Tannah chuckled under her breath. Then suddenly there were three solid knocks at the door. Her and Aretta both looked at the entryway and Aretta moved to see who it was.

She cracked the door to peer into the hallway. Tannah reached out and gripped the handle of her knife, which sat sheathed on the bed beside her, then she heard familiar voices coming from the other side.

“Let them in,” she said, just as Aretta was about to speak. Balter stepped in first, grinning slyly when he noticed Tannah. Cavil and Alswain followed him in and Aretta shut the door behind them, latching it.

Tannah stood up and the three men looked her up and down with smiles on their faces, their gazes lingering on her thick dark bush and bare tits.

“I heard about your success,” Cavil said, stroking his beard as he admired Tannah’s hairy cunt. “Twould be a shame to spoil such a victory by denying these people passage, would it not?”

Tannah walked slowly toward Cavil, looking into his eyes as she approached.

“Sorry Tannah,” Balter apologized, “he had me followed.” Tannah smirked. She knelt between them, facing the handsome lord in the middle, placing her face inches away from his groin.

“It’s fine Balter, doubtless he’s just here to collect on the bargain we struck earlier,” she guessed, placing her hands on Cavil’s hips and looking up into his eyes, “is that not it?” she asked. Cavil’s smile widened.

“It is, get to work, general,” he answered and Tannah obliged, pulling his silken drawers carefully down. He stared down his nose at her as his pants slid down past his pubic bone, revealing the base of his cock and a large set of balls.

His groin was completely shaved, much to Tannah’s interest. She’d rarely seen a man who cared to remove the hair around his penis.

“Mmm,” Tannah hummed as she drew his pants over the head of his member, seeing his pink mushroom-tip throb with arousal as it was exposed. She curled her fingers around the shaft of his manhood and stroked it softly, kissing it’s bell and then taking it into her mouth.

“Ooh,” Cavil moaned, his cock growing firm between Tannah’s tongue and palate. Tannah’s lips slid over the bulb of his erection and she could feel it swell with arousal, her hand moving gingerly along its length as it became hard.

“Well, look at that, a rich bitch who knows how to use her mouth,” Cavil chuckled, smoothing over the strip of medium length hair that hung to one side of Tannah’s head. He took a handful of it and held it in a fist as he watched her mouth glide down his member.

“Mmmm,” Tannah sighed, gripping the base of his cock and bobbing her head, her lips leaving a sheen of slippery saliva along its surface. She felt his erection grow longer and longer as it slid across her tongue, veins bulging along his shaft as she sucked its engorged tip.

“I heard you slew a giant today,” Balter said. “… a lizard as big as an ox with a club the same size as you.”

“Impressive,” Cavil said, glancing at Balter briefly. Tannah’s cheeks burned, her mouth around the head of Cavil’s manhood, blushing as he pulled her hair. She reached out and put a hand on Balter’s groin, feeling for his penis and finding it tucked neatly against his leg.

“Hhhmmm,” she moaned, tasting sweet precum as she drew her lips back along Cavil’s hard shaft. She removed her hand from his erection, placing it on his leg, then she looked up at him and let her lips slide down his cock and press against his hairless balls.

“Nnnggh,” she gagged, her eyes watering as the bell of Cavil’s manhood swelled in the back of her throat. Tannah saw Balter shift about for a moment at the edge of her sight and then he grabbed her hand and pressed his fat penis against her palm. She grinned, drawing back, sucking the slimy drool off of Cavil’s length, a single tear rolling down her face.

She smiled up at the man, blushing. She’d been looking forward to a good hard fuck from her husband all afternoon, but this would do just as well. She had enough energy for several men anyways, despite laying with Aretta or Beustalar whenever the need struck.

“Most men say I fuck as well as I fight,” she told Cavil before opening her jaw and letting his erection glide down her tongue and into her throat. “Nnnkk, gluch, glhk …” she gagged as she swayed forward and back, taking the head of his penis deep and covering its thick girth with her slobber.

“Indeed, the rumors say the same,” Cavil groaned, smiling as he tugged at her scalp and watched, his precum flowing abundantly from the tip of his member, mixing with her spit and slicking the roof of her mouth. Tannah moved her hand along Balter’s penis and felt it grow hard while saliva bubbled from between her lips and clung to Cavil’s balls.
“I’ll admit she’s not quite the grizzled, muscly bitch I’d imagined,” his broad-shouldered bodyguard laughed. Tannah reached out with her other hand and grabbed at the man’s pants, pulling him closer and then groping at the bulge between his thighs. “Feisty though,” he chortled.

“Hahhh,” she gasped as her mouth slid off the end of Cavil’s wet penis, a string of drool hanging from its underside. Her face burned with shame as she looked up at him, feeling Balter’s member swell against her palm as she reached into Alswain’s trousers.

Tannah looked at Alswain and saw the man grin as she closed her fingers around his manhood. Cavil pulled on her hair and she winced, turning toward him again. Taking the hint, Tannah put her mouth around him and hummed as her lips moved down his length again.

“Such a hungry whore,” Cavil laughed as she slurped along his cock, her tongue and palate slick with his precum. “I can already see it, Tannah, slayer of brutes and devourer of cocks.” Tannah grinned as she sucked the aroused bell of Cavil’s penis.

Something wet and warm slicked her palm and she knew Balter was ready. Her clitoris grew firm as she thought about having him. She was even hornier since her brush with death. The rush of combat had gotten her blood flowing and now she could hardly wait to be their plaything.

Alswain finished untying his belt and let his pants fall to the floor, his penis growing hard in her hand almost instantly. The strong scent of his groin invaded her nostrils even as she pressed her mouth to Cavil’s sweating balls.

“Nngggh,” she whined as the head of Cavil’s erection throbbed in her throat, her syrupy saliva coating her lips and trickling from the corners of her mouth.

Tannah felt the head of Alswain’s penis against her cheek as her tongue and teeth surrounded Cavil’s length. She stroked the other two men gently while they crowded around her, her nose against Cavil’s bare pubis, her jaw wide to accommodate him.

She felt Alswain’s tip leaving a trail of precum along her face as her hand moved down his shaft.

“He’s ready too,” she thought, breathing in the smell of the three men, her teeth at the base of Cavil’s erection.

“Nnngh gllhhh,” she gagged, as she drew back, dragging her tongue and lips along his cock, gasping for air when the pink head of his member slipped out of her mouth. “Ahhh,” she sighed, sticking out her tongue in invitation while Balter and Alswain pressed their erect penises against her face, smearing warm precum along her skin.

Tannah felt a trickle of moisture down her inner thigh and she bucked her hips involuntarily, wanting them. She watched them with her mouth wide as they thrust their members through her fingers, their wet tips rubbing against her lips and jaw and nose.

Cavil pulled her hair to his left and Alswain pushed his cock across her tongue.

“Ahhhh, yeah,” he moaned as Tannah closed her mouth around him, the head of his penis poking the inside of her cheek. Tannah felt her sex open and her clitoris bulge in readiness as Alswain drew his shaft back through her lips.

She noticed Aretta leaning against the door with a bored look on her face and felt herself blush, sucking precum off the end of Alswain’s member while rocking her pelvis lustfully forward and back.

“Mmmhh,” she whimpered from the pain in her scalp, feeling Alswain’s cock glide between her lips again, its firm head rubbing across the roof of her mouth as he drove it deep.

“Tannah the slut, winner of duels,” the man growled, taking her wrist and holding her as he pressed his hairy balls to her lips, his member throbbing, its tip choking her.

“Mnnggh,” she complained, her nostrils flaring as she was forced to breath in the strong smell of Alswain’s groin. “Nnngggllluhh,” Tannah gagged when Alswain pulled his cock out of her mouth, a strand of slimy drool dangling from her bottom lip as he pulled away.

Tannah’s hips swayed and her juices dripped from her pussy while Cavil painted spit across her cheek with his erection. She could feel Balter’s precum run down her arm while she moved her hand along his length.

Alswain thrust his cock across Tannah’s tongue again, shuddering as she closed her lips around him and let them slide down his shaft. His pubic hair tickled her nose and the head of his member pressed deep in her throat, swelling as he drew it back.

“Ahh, fuck, yes,” he moaned as Tannah sucked thick saliva off of his penis, its tip bulging between her lips.

“Haahh,” Tannah sighed, tasting their arousal on her palate. Her gaze met Aretta’s just as her head was pulled to the side and Cavil’s cock thrust into her open mouth again.

She put her hand on Alswain’s slobbery member and stroked his shaft while Cavil took her, his balls beating against her face, her tits jiggling.

“Mmmhnng, nnggllk,” she gurgled, pumping both of her wrists while Cavil’s slippery erection surged between her lips, his precum lubricating her mouth. Tannah felt their eyes shame her as she pleasured them, her cheeks warm and her palms slimy.

She shut her eyes and gyrated her pelvis while she sucked, swallowing mouthfuls of saliva and feeling cool air kiss her dripping pussy.

“Look at me, brute-killer,” Cavil demanded as he drove the fat head of his cock into the back of her throat. Tannah opened her eyes at once and looked up at him, her lips at the base of his penis. “That’s better,” he chuckled, his fingers tangled in her hair, holding her head in place as he drew back and then pushed the tip of his manhood past the back of her tongue.

Then he pulled out and Tannah gasped, syrupy drool dangling from her chin. Cavil gazed down at her with a cruel grin on his face, his rock hard member an inch away from Tannah’s lips and slathered with her saliva.

“Ahhh haahh,” Tannah breathed, smelling all three men in the air around her. Balter’s and Alswain’s cocks were both oozing precum across her thumbs as her clenched fingers slid up against their fully engorged tips.

“Do you want to taste your husband’s lust?” Cavil asked, smearing his precum across Tannah’s upper lip with the bell of his penis. Tannah smiled up at him, her eyes watery as she licked the underside of his shaft and inhaled the scent of his cock.

“Yes please, thank you my lord,” she sighed, feeling the two men’s members pulse with arousal against her palms. Cavil smirked and let go of Tannah’s hair, his erection resting on her tongue, gliding smoothly into her mouth as he pushed his hips forward.

Tannah closed her lips around Cavil’s shaft and sucked warm saliva off the end of him, then turned to face Balter. His cock was thick and hard, veins, glistening with moisture, bulged along its length. Tannah saw Balter gazing down at her as she laid the head of his member on the flat of her tongue and milked precum from its tip with firm strokes of her hand.

“Ahhh … haah,” she laughed as Balter took a handful of Tannah’s hair, his penis drooling across her tongue as she squeezed it. His expression was vacant. Balter seemed to like sharing Tannah with others, but tonight he wanted her all to himself, and she could sense his frustration. She couldn’t wait to see the look on his face once she was riding Cavil’s cock.

Balter thrust into Tannah’s mouth, letting the underside of his shaft glide over her tongue until she gagged on its bell. Tannah closed her lips around the base of his erection, feeling its head swell in her throat while her hand drifted around his hip and down his bare thigh.

“Nggnnh, nnggh,” she grunted, her face turning red, her saliva welling up around his throbbing penis. He pulled at Tannah’s scalp and she responded, sucking noisily as she drew back, her thick mouth juices flowing around his girthy head as she swallowed his precum.

“You’re really enjoying this aren’t you Tannah,” Balter shuddered as he tugged at her hair, pulling her toward his pelvis, her lips sliding down his cock and pressing against his balls. Tannah looked up at him, her mouth around the hairy base of his manhood, flaring her nostrils as the head of his erection throbbed.

“Mhhnggh,” she gagged, stifling a cough while Balter put a hand on the back of her head and squished her face against his groin.

“Aren’t you, you fucking slut,” he growled, his penis pulsing with lust between her tongue and palate, its tip thrust deep in her throat.

“Nngghhkk,” Tannah whined, her nose bent sideways against his pubic bone. Tannah listened to the sound Cavil’s penis made as he masturbated an inch from her ear. Her cunt grew even wetter, her juices trickling down the inside of her thigh. She felt the head of Alswain’s member engorge against her palm as she stroked him, her eyes watering, her drool running down Balter’s balls.

Balter yanked her head back and she slurped along his length until the bulbous tip of his cock bounced free from between her lips.

“Hhaaah!” Tannah gasped, looking up at Balter with her mouth hanging open and a thick strand of spittle clinging to her chin, her face red. “Better be careful, I’m the slut who slew Kalok the Huge,” Tannah laughed, putting her hand on Balter’s shaft, pumping her wrist along his length.

Kalok had been a hero among the Silgan dissenters. She wished the day’s opportunities saw her renowned as the one who united their disparate tribe, but it would more likely be remembered as the day Tannah killed the “Bane of Bristelkeer,” she realized.

She gave her husband a naughty grin, tonguing his tip as he held her head just out of reach of his cock. Balter looked down at her with derision as Cavil rubbed his penis against her cheek. Tannah squirmed, her naked body covered in goosebumps, her nipples erect atop her exposed breasts.

She took her hand away from Alswain and put it on Cavil, stroking his erection while Balter pulled her face toward his crotch again.

“Mnnnggh,” Tannah gagged as her mouth slid down Balter’s penis, her lips slimy with precum, gliding down his shaft as she squeezed his thigh. “Mnngh, nngghh, ghhkk,” she choked as Balter rammed the head of his cock over the back of her tongue.

Tannah sighed through her nose as Balter pulled her hair and slammed his wet balls against her mouth over and over again, her hand pumping rapidly along Cavil’s member. Her face burned with shame and slick drool ran down her chin as Balter fucked her throat, his precum turning her saliva into a sticky froth between her lips.

Tannah was dimly aware of Alswain masturbating beside her as she bobbed along Balter’s length, swallowing back mouthfuls of spit and arousal from all three men.

“Nnhh,” Balter sighed as Tannah sucked his firm penis, her lips sliding back until they came up against its engorged bell and slipped around its tip. Tannah gripped the base of Balter’s cock again and stared down at his hairy groin as she stroked it.

She peeked at Cavil’s stiffened head and reached out to it with her tongue. Sweet precum dribbled across her bottom lip as she licked the underside of his penis.

Tannah smiled, gazing up at Cavil and Balter while she worked both cocks with her hands, precum and spit squishing between her fingers.

“Ahh,” Tannah moaned as she rubbed the heads of their penises against the flat of her tongue, her jaw wide, thick salty saliva clinging to her palate and teeth. “My husband’s right about me you know that? …” she said. “I really am a filthy slut my lord. I want you to use me,” she pleaded, kissing beads of arousal off the tips of their cocks, teasing them with the corners of her mouth.

“I’m yours to enjoy tonight, just like a regular whore,” she sighed, before letting the swollen bells of their erections glide simultaneously between her open lips, her jaw straining around their stiffened girths. “Glluhh, grrk,” she choked as both men tried to push their penises into her throat at once. Drool poured over her bottom lip and Tannah laughed, red in the face as they both withdrew.

Balter stepped back, his knuckle still wrapped in Tannah’s hair. She rose from her knees and followed the pull at her scalp, seeing Alswain sit down at the foot of the bed while Balter led her to him like an animal on a tether.

She put her hands on Alswain’s bare thighs and Balter released her. She giggled as she leaned forward, spreading her legs to display her open cunt while she faced Alswain’s saliva slathered erection. Aretta stepped into view to remove the dagger from the bed and went back to where she’d been standing.

“Ahhlm,” she sighed as she surrounded the engorged bell of Alswain’s cock with her mouth. Rough hands touched her ass, caressing and squeezing her butt while she hummed and sucked.

She saw Balter in her peripheral vision, standing by the bed, stroking his penis while her lips moved along Alswain’s stiff shaft. Tannah felt her vagina open as Cavil spread her butt cheeks, then she inhaled sharply as the warm flat of his tongue lashed hungrily across the opening of her sex.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, letting Alswain’s cock slide over her tongue, her cheeks burning as Cavil ate her pussy.

“Tannah, conqueror of Silga, and whore of the realm,” Balter gasped, watching Tannah bob her head. She felt Cavil’s nose touch her asshole while her lips pressed against Alswain’s groin. Her knees shook as Cavil licked between her labia, gathering her juices with the tip of his tongue and spreading his saliva all over her open cunt.

“Mmm,” Tannah squealed through her nose as she pressed Alswain’s throbbing bell against her palate, massaging the precum from its tip with her mouth and watching his face twitch from enjoyment. “Mmhhhh,” she moaned, feeling Cavil’s tongue glide between her minora and up her ass crack.

“How about Tannah, the delicious, bane of lizards,” Cavil growled before pressing his face between her thighs again. Tannah glanced at Balter with a smile on her face before taking Alswain’s member in her mouth again. She felt Cavil’s tongue push inside her and she sighed through her nose, her legs trembling as she sucked Alswain’s salty shaft.

“Mmmhmmm,” Cavil moaned, his exhalations warm against her asshole.

“Hhhnnhh,” she whined, clawing gently at Alswain’s thighs while Cavil kissed her stiffened clitoris. She looked up at Alswain’s face and blushed, taking his penis deep in her throat, letting out soft whimpers of pleasure while Cavil’s nose rubbed between her butt cheeks.

“Mmm, I’m going to fuck you now Tannah,” Cavil said, taking his mouth away from her cunt and standing up. Tannah felt his cock touch the lips of her womanhood and her clitoris throbbed in anticipation. “Tannah, destroyer of lizards and lust,” he said, caressing her naked buttocks and teasing her vagina with the head of his erection, “… slayer of men’s desires.”

Tannah made a loud slurping noise as her lips slid off the end of Alswain’s member.

“Ohh, my lord, fuck me please,” she sighed, flashing a look at Balter and treasuring the frustration in his eyes as Cavil pushed the bell of his penis through the opening of her sex. “Ohhh yes!” she gasped, gripping Alswain’s length and stroking it while her labia parted around Cavil’s girth.

“Ahh,” she moaned as Cavil slid up to his balls in her pussy, the fat bulb of his manhood sinking deep. “Ahhh, you’re so hard,” she whined, feeling his penis swell with arousal, its stiffened head rubbing the insides of her vagina as he drew back.

Tannah gasped as Cavil let the bell of his erection sit between her labia for just a moment before thrusting into her again. “Ahhhhhh …” she moaned, milking Alswain’s firm manhood with her hand, her tits bumping together as Cavil took her.

Alswain grabbed a handful of Tannah’s hair and stood up, forcing her and Cavil to step back. She whimpered as he pulled her hair, grasping at his arm for balance when her other hand slipped off of his thigh.

Tannah’s eyes watered as Alswain held her up by her scalp and one wrist, his penis rubbing against her cheek. She opened her mouth, chasing the tip of Alswain’s cock with her tongue until he gripped his erection and shoved it between her lips.

“Nnggh,” she grunted, feeling Cavil’s member throb as he drew back and drove it into her cunt with a hard smack. Alswain’s penis oozed precum across the inside of Tannah’s cheek. She closed her lips around it, swaying gently between the two men as they fucked her.

“I have to admit Balter, when you told me your wife was a whore I didn’t take it literally,” Cavil laughed, his balls beating softly against Tannah’s pussy as he rammed his long shaft through her labia.

“Mhhhh,” Tannah mumbled, feeling Cavil’s slick erection glide into her vagina. She looked at Balter while Alswain thrust his penis through the side of her mouth, it’s head swelling as it pushed against her cheek.

“The court’s been buzzing about the barbarian woman and her mercenaries all year it seems … hah,” he laughed, driving his hard cock up to its base into Tannah’s wet cunt. “It was honestly starting to get annoying, hearing about your wife every day, but it all made sense when you told me how quickly she would spread her legs,” he panted, gripping Tannah’s ass firmly while he fucked her.

Tannah narrowed her eyes at Balter and saw him look away as her lips slid down Alswain’s member.

“It’s every man’s dream to have their cock sucked by the badger bitch right now,” he chuckled, his balls slapping gingerly against Tannah’s sex. “Thanks for the opportunity,” he huffed, pressing his thumbs into Tannah’s lower back, the bell of his penis, fattened with arousal, dragging her juices out of her and lubricating his shaft with every push.

Tannah glared knowingly at Balter while Alswain tugged at her scalp and thrust his cock across her tongue. She recalled all of Balter’s talk about this being Cavil’s idea and felt immediately foolish for believing him.

“You’re welcome,” Balter responded with a sneer, his manhood still firm in his hand. Tannah stared at him as she swayed between the two men, her tits smacking together beneath her as they shoved their drooling erections into her mouth and pussy.

“Lying bastard,” Tannah thought, feeling the bell of Alswain’s penis slide into her throat, sliming her palate with precum. Her nipples twirled and her breasts knocked against her elbows as Cavil took her, her butt jiggling.

Tannah saw Aretta standing behind Balter in full plate armor, watching her humiliation for any signs that her life could be in danger. She felt somewhat bad. She knew Aretta was a jealous lover and probably resented her for this, but it had been a chaotic and unpredictable series of events leading up to it.

“Mnnggh, ghhhnngk,” Tannah gagged as she took the bell of Alswain’s cock into the back of her throat, feeling it swell as he drew it back across her tongue.

“Oooh, Tannah, savior and slut of Bristelkeer …” Cavil moaned, thrusting the fat head of his erection through the folds of her cunt. “If I fill you with my seed it might spoil everyone else’s fun, eh?” He chuckled, his shaft and tip pulsing together, pushing her labia tightly apart as his member reached up her pussy.

“Better that you swallow it,” he said, pumping his hips, holding Tannah by the pelvis while his groin beat noisily against her ass. Tannah sucked along Alswain’s smooth, hard cock as he drew it back, precum and saliva pooling behind her tongue.

“Mmmmm,” she sighed, standing up and wiping her mouth, feeling Cavil smear her juices across her butt cheek as he slipped out of her.

She whipped around and knelt before him, opening her mouth, ready to suck his salty load right out of him. He snatched a handful of her hair as she leaned in, gripping his penis with the other hand and stroking it at a gentle pace.

“Ahhh,” Tannah sighed, sticking out her tongue, staring at the pink tip of his cock and waiting for his orgasm.

“Ohhh,” Cavil shuddered, his knuckle gliding up against the wet bulb of his member. Tannah could smell her pussy on his groin as he masturbated.
She looked up at him with her jaw wide and saw his expression become a toothy sneer as a stream of hot cum splashed across her cheek. She shut one eye instinctively as his syrupy seed sprayed her palate and poured over her tongue.

“Ahhh, hah,” Tannah laughed as Cavil came on her face, his cock throbbing in his hand. He let out a labored moan while hot globs of his orgasm fell onto her lips and rolled down her chin.

“Uhhuuh,” he shuddered, squirting salty cum into her mouth, stroking his slippery shaft while holding her by the hair.

Tannah reached down and ran her fingers through her pubic hair as Cavil ejaculated, stroking the slick furrow of her sex, then curling two digits inside herself.

“Ahh,” she sighed, massaging the spongy roof of her cunt while Cavil’s seed struck her nose and sprayed her lips. “Ahhlgggh,” she gurgled as he came against her palate, warm liquid splashing the back of her tongue and pooling around her teeth while she gazed up at him.

“Mmm,” she hummed, closing her lips and savoring the mouthful of cum while thinner streams of his orgasm shot across her cheek. Tannah felt her vagina muscles tighten around her fingers as she swallowed his load.

“Oooh,” Cavil sighed while Tannah stuck out her tongue to lick up the seed still oozing across his knuckle. “I think I’m going to like this arrangement,” he said, watching Tannah grin up at him, her mouth wide, her face dripping with his cum.

“Now, let me watch you please these two, my lovely little whore,” he told her, squeezing the last of his orgasm onto her tongue.

Tannah stood up as he released the handful of hair. She turned, one hand cupping her wet sex, her pubic hair poking between her knuckles as she stroked her slick opening.

She wiped the cum from her face with her palm, licking it off of her fingers one digit at a time while she masturbated.

Then she turned and moved toward Alswain who was sitting at the edge of the bed now, his manhood stiff between his legs.

“Take your shirt off and lay back,” Tannah demanded, putting a hand on his thigh as she began to climb on top of him. Alswain did as she requested, pulling his arms through his tunic and tossing it on the floor as Tannah’s hands moved across his bare chest.

He had a fine masculine physique, with thick pectoral muscles and an abdomen that made him look like a god in statue form.

Tannah curled her fingers around the hairy base of his penis and rubbed its head against the slick seam of her sex.

“Mmmm, you ready to lose your cum?” Tannah asked, licking her upper lip as she teased the head of his erection. The corners of Alswain’s mouth curled upward as he watched her in his lap, the fat head of his member gliding between her fleshy curtains while her hand moved along his shaft.

He caressed her sides slowly, spreading his fingers to grope her naked chest, grasping her tits and squishing them against his palms.

“Uhhhh,” Tannah moaned, allowing her pussy to slide down his cock, her nipples growing firm between his fingertips. “Ohhh, yes,” she hissed, feeling his penis push tightly up her cunt, its stiffened length filling her perfectly as her labia touched his balls.

Tannah clawed at Alswain’s stomach while he squeezed her breasts, his member swelling inside her.

“Ooooh, it’s big,” she sighed, feeling the head of his manhood engorge fully while he played with her tits. Her vagina tight around his expanding girth, her clitoris grew rock hard and her nipples poked between his knuckles as she sat on him.

“Ahhh,” Tannah moaned, raising herself up slowly with her thigh muscles, dragging her cunt along his throbbing cock and then letting it glide down to its thick base. She took her eyes away from Alswain’s chest and saw Cavil watching her, sitting on the other side of the bed, his mostly aroused penis upright between his thighs.

“Tannah, hewer of giants and rider of men,” Balter laughed, drawing her gaze as she moved gracefully up and down. Balter stood beside the bed stroking himself delicately, his eyes fixed on Tannah’s butt as she lifted it up and brought it down against Alswain’s lap.

“Grrrr,” she growled playfully, blushing as she rode Alswain’s cock, her ass shaking and her tits smacking together as she bounced on top of him. Tannah looked down at Alswain, feeling his prick extend deep into her vagina every time she sat against him, moaning while he ran his palms along her arms and across her bare legs.

“Ahhh, ahhh … oooh …” Tannah shuddered, grinding her sweat-moistened cunt against his groin as she took his length, her sex slick around his penis and her clitoris throbbing for attention. She caressed his naked ribs while he surrounded her breasts with his large hands, and she could feel the bell of his erection swell inside her as he pinched and pulled at her hardened nipples.

“Ahhh … oooh yes …” she whined, curling her toes in response to his touches, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock as he fondled her tits. Tannah listened to the sound of Balter and Cavil masturbating while she moved up and down, letting Alswain’s firm member slide up her cunt, his rough hands on her breasts sending goosebumps up her back.

“I love your energy,” Cavil said over the rhythmic clap of Tannah’s thighs, his hand moving gently along his erect penis. “You definitely have a fighter’s spirit,” he mused, his eyes focusing on her bush as she fucked his bodyguard.

Balter circled around to look at Tannah, her butt rippling as it beat against Alswain’s pelvis, her pussy juices slicking his shaft and clinging to his balls as she pounded him. Balter chuckled, stroking his cock, reaching out with his other hand and caressing her bottom.

“Luckily it’s almost as fun to watch her as it is to have her,” Balter laughed, pinching and slapping her butt cheek while she looked over her shoulder at him, her breasts squished against Alswain’s palms.

“Indeed,” Alswain grunted, fingering her areolas while her pussy slid down his penis, their groins touching and coming apart again as Tannah rode up and down. “Why don’t you turn around so I can see your ass, whore,” he barked. Tannah paused, sitting between his thighs, her vagina slippery with their combined arousal.

Then she lifted herself off of him, his fingers sliding off of her breasts, pulling his cock out of her, inhaling sharply as its head slipped past her minora. Tannah bit her lip and smiled as she turned around. She peered over her shoulder at Alswain and wiggled her butt playfully as his gaze fixed on it.

Alswain’s hands touched her hips and smoothed over both butt cheeks, pulling them apart and pushing them together then squeezing them fondly while Tannah made gentle humping motions. She shook her tits while Balter ogled her from the other side, stroking his thick erection, his shaft still glistening with wetness.

Tannah glanced briefly at Aretta and saw her reclining against the door with a hand down her trousers and no emotion on her face as she fingered herself.

She felt Alswain rub his cock against the opening of her pussy before thrusting it across her naked asshole, smearing her butt crack with her own juices.

“Oooh,” Tannah sighed, feeling his smooth wet shaft rub between her butt cheeks. Then he pressed it’s tip into her butthole.

Tannah gasped, clenching at first. Then, reluctantly, she relaxed and let the thick head of his erection push tightly through.

“Ahhh!” she squealed as Alswain’s cock slid up her ass, its smooth shaft burning as her asshole stretched around its girthy base. Alswain caressed her naked cheeks as she sat on him, admiring her butt with his rough hands. She winced painfully, feeling his erection throb inside her. She raised herself up slowly, her butthole aching as she dragged it along his length.

“Tannah of the pleasurable arse,” Balter said with a grin as she rode Alswain’s firm penis, feeling the tip of his member throb while her asshole pulled tightly against it and then slid down his shaft again.

“… killer of legends, pleaser of servants,” Cavil chuckled, watching Tannah sit against Alswain’s balls. “Either way you’re no regular whore, Tannah,” he said, holding his cock in his hand as Tannah rocked her hips and let her asshole glide down Alswain’s length again.

“Ahhhh,” Tannah groaned, her pussy drooling as she took Alswain’s erection deep in her ass. Balter reached out and squeezed Tannah’s right breast while he stroked his penis. Tannah gasped and slipped a hand under Balter’s tunic, touching his chest and wincing while her asshole slid down against Alswain’s hairy groin.

“Ooooh,” she moaned, feeling her butt muscles strain around the hard base of Alswain’s cock. “Ohh, it hurts,” she sighed, his member growing even firmer inside her ass, stretching her tight hole.

“Hehe, I’ll bet it does,” Alswain laughed, pulling her cheeks apart with his thumbs, watching his shaft slide up her butt. “Now be a good little whore and enjoy the pain,” he said, the head of his penis swelling as it slipped through her clenched asshole.

“Mmmmh … if it’s what my lord wishes …” she shivered, glancing at Cavil while Alswain’s thick erection rubbed between her butt cheeks, its bell throbbing, pushing against her insides. She could smell Balter’s cock as he played with her nipples and masturbated, his chest expanding with each deep breath.

“Do you mind if Balter fucks my cunt while you have me Sir Alswain?” Tannah asked, her asshole gliding down his shaft, her clitoris firm between her labia.

“Hah, fine,” Alswain laughed, sitting up and slipping his rough hands under Tannah’s knees. Tannah sat back on his groin as Alswain leaned her against him with his cock up her ass, spreading her legs.

“Mmmh, you know what you’re doing Sir Alswain, I’ll give you that,” Tannah giggled, feeling the curtains of her womanhood pull apart as he spread her legs and lifted her up. Balter held her while Alswain stood up, carrying her closer to him, her bush damp with her juices, her pussy open and exposed.

The head of Balter’s penis touched her minora and Tannah quivered in ecstasy as he pushed it through.

“Haahaahhh, hahhh …” Tannah moaned as Balter’s erect cock slid up her vagina. Her skin tingled, feeling both men inside her, their penises fully engorged, her asshole and cunt tight around their girths as they held her between them.

“Ohhh, welcome home dear,” Tannah said with a grin as Balter’s erection throbbed inside her cunt. “Ahhh, ahhh, ohhhh …” she sighed as they began rocking their hips, thrusting their hard cocks into her ass and pussy while she clawed at Balter’s chest.

Balter put one hand on Tannah’s ribs and lifted his tunic over his head with the other, exposing his toned chest muscles. Tannah explored the familiar curves of his body with her fingertips while their stiff penises surged steadily into her.

“Ahhh, ooooh … ohhh, it feels good,” she moaned as Balter’s erection pushed through her labia, filling her vagina while Alswain pulled his cock back through her clenched asshole.

“Nnnnnhh,” Tannah whined as Alswain drove his member deep into her ass. She felt the head of Balter’s penis swell inside her pussy while Alswain’s shaft forced her butt cheeks apart. Tannah dragged her fingernails across Balter’s chest while the two men held her off the ground and fucked her, her toes curling, her asshole and vagina straining around their thick erections.

“Ooooh, I feel so full,” Tannah said, her voice trembling while both men thrust their cocks into her at once. She bit her lip and felt her face burn hot as they slid up her ass and pussy in tandem.

“Right, like you’ve never had two at once,” Alswain scoffed, gripping the backs of her knees firmly, pushing his hard penis through her asshole until his hairy balls touched her butt crack.

Balter chuckled knowingly as he grabbed Tannah’s left breast, rocking his bare hips back and then sliding deep in Tannah’s cunt, his member pulsing with arousal between her slick labia.

Tannah felt her clitoris throb as both of their cocks swelled within her. She saw Aretta blushing as she watched, reaching deep between her legs, her lips parted slightly as she stroked her sex.

Warm wetness began to soak Balter’s shaft as it surged through her slippery curtains. Her vagina muscles clenched around his penis, her asshole aching as Alswain fucked it, grinding against her butt cheeks each time he forced his length up her ass.

“Ahhh … ohhh … I’m about to cum,” Tannah gasped, her juices sticking to Balter’s balls as they beat against her pussy. “Uhh, mmnnnnnhh!” she squealed, feeling their penises slide up her butt and cunt while she orgasmed, her knees shaking, her nipples erect between Balter’s knuckles.

“Ahh … ahhhhhh,” she moaned, squeezing Balter’s shoulders while he groped her breasts, her clitoris throbbing while motes of light flashed at the edges of her vision. Tannah writhed between the two men, gasping and sweating while she came on their cocks.

Her heels dug into Balter’s legs and her vagina gripped his erection. She could feel her arousal drip into her butt crack while Alswain pushed his shaft through her tightened asshole.

“I hope you’re still hungry,” Balter panted, stepping back abruptly, his member pulsing and her cunt gaping as he pulled it out of her. Tannah straightened, slipping out of Alswain’s grip and setting her feet on the floor while he took her by the hips.

Alswain held her and continued to fuck her ass while she leaned forward to recieve her husband’s load. His cum sprayed the side of her face as she opened her mouth, letting his hard cock glide between her lips while he ejaculated.

Warm seed squirted against her palate and poured across her tongue as she sucked his throbbing shaft.

“Mmm,” she sighed, her tits and butt jiggling as Alswain rammed his slick erection deep into her ass. Tannah gazed up at Balter from the side of her eye, hot cum splashing the inside of her cheek while Alswain’s balls slapped against her butt crack. Balter groaned as he came in Tannah’s mouth, taking her by the hair, his face twitching as he watched her lips slide down his penis.

“Oooh,” Balter shuddered, his orgasm sloshing around the head of his cock while Alswain held Tannah’s butt cheeks apart, driving his hardened length through her asshole and making her wince. Tannah listened to their combined sighs of pleasure as Balter ejaculated and Alswain pounded her butt.

“Mnngllhnng,” Tannah gurgled as Balter’s cock squirted against the roof of her mouth, her tongue, slimy with his cum, pressed against his smooth shaft while it slid through her lips. Balter held her by the hair and thrust deep into her throat, keeping her mouth against his hairy groin while Alswain drove his penis into her ass with an audible slap. Balter looked at her face while she salivated around the base of his erection, then he let go of her.

Tannah sucked Balter’s seed off of his length, gathering the salty mixture behind her tongue and swallowing it as her lips slipped around the bell of his cock. Then Alswain pulled Tannah back, leading her toward the bed, her bottom against his lap, his penis pushed all the way up her butt as he walked her carefully backward.

Tannah sat back, letting him lift her off the ground again. She set her feet on his thighs, spreading her legs so that Balter could see her slick cunt while her ass slid down Alswain’s member.

“Ahhh,” she moaned as she rode his erection, letting her asshole glide down its length, feeling its girthy head engorge as it pushed deep in her butt. Cavil stepped into her view, his shirt off, gripping his veiny member in one hand as he climbed onto the edge of the bed and leaned over her.

“Haahhh,” Tannah gasped while Cavil rubbed the head of his cock between her labia. She felt Alswain’s member throb between her butt cheeks as Cavil gripped her by the shoulder and then slid up to his balls in her pussy.

“Oooh you’re so wet, you filthy slut,” Cavil shuddered, fucking her cunt with steady sensual thrusts. Tannah laid back, licking cum off of her lips and moaning softly as Cavil and Alswain had her together. She raised her feet into the air, spreading her toes while their hard penises surged up her ass and vagina.

“Ahhh, I’m wet for you my lord, ooooh,” she gasped, rocking her hips, taking Cavil’s cock deep in her pussy while her asshole slipped up against the bell of Alswain’s erection. Cavil groped her right breast, gazing into her eyes as she laid back and took them both, her cunt slippery around Cavil’s member, her butt numb, gliding tightly down Alswain’s penis.

She saw Balter walk up beside her and she reached out, gripping his wet member and pulling it toward her open mouth. Balter stepped close and pushed his cock between her lips, then sighed as she sucked on its tip.

Alswain shivered in ecstasy beneath her, his shaft gliding up her ass, the base of his erection straining against her tightened butthole.

“Mnngg,” Tannah grunted as Cavil’s penis throbbed in tandem with Alswain’s, her mouth sliding down Balter’s cock until the back of her throat surrounded its swollen bulb.

“Tannah, eater of cum, entangler of bodies,” Alswain laughed, holding Tannah by the ribs, his matted pubic hair tickling Tannah’s butt crack as he thrust his penis through her slippery cheeks. “Can I buy her from you master Balter?”

Tannah narrowed her eyes at Balter as his erect member slid between her lips, its tip oozing slimy precum, his shaft tasting like her cunt. The three men laughed and Tannah realized it had been a joke.

She continued sucking Balter’s cock, her feet in the air, her vagina muscles and asshole clenching as Alswain and Cavil pushed their slick penises into her. The last time someone tried to buy her she’d had him impaled. She thought about it while she moaned around her husband’s manhood.

Tannah sighed while all three men thrust their throbbing erections into her body as one, their bulbous tips reaching deep in her ass and cunt, Balter’s member growing rock hard as it slid across her tongue.

“Mmmhh, hmmm,” she sighed through her nose as her head bobbed and her lips moved down Balter’s length.

“Ohh, yesss,” Cavil hissed, driving his shaft into Tannah’s pussy until his balls squished against her wet minora. She tightened her vagina muscles around his prick and felt it throb in response while Alswain slid up her ass. Surely the two men could feel eachother inside her as one swelled between her butt cheeks and the other pulsed with arousal inside her cunt.

“Tannah, scourge of scales and whore of many holes,” Cavil chuckled, squeezing her breasts while he drew his member back so that only its fat head was inside her.

“Nnnhh,” she squealed, spreading her toes as he pushed the slick bulb of his cock through her tightened vagina.

“Tannah, tamer of serpents,” Balter snickered as he pulled at her scalp, thrusting the bell of his penis along the inner ridge of her gums. Alswain chortled beneath her, his hands moving down to her waist. He gripped her pelvis and rocked his hips while Cavil fucked her with quickening pushes. Tannah relaxed her asshole and let his shaft glide up through it while Cavil pounded her pussy, his balls smacking against her naked groin.

“Mmmhh, mmmmh, mmmmh,” Tannah moaned around Balter’s erection, her feet swaying above her as Cavil squished her tits and slammed his cock into her pussy. “Mmmhhmm,” she whined as the girthy base of Alswain’s member pushed through her sore butthole, his coarse pubic hair rubbing against her crack.

“Tannah … of the … tantalizing tush,” Alswain shuddered as Tannah pushed against him, taking his shaft deep in her butt, humming and sucking the precum off of Balter’s tip while Cavil drove his length into her cunt with swift shoves.

“Mmmm,” Tannah, sighed, wrapping her legs around Cavil, her heels rubbing against his back, his hips slapping against her thighs as she sat against Alswain’s balls. She felt Alswain’s member swell, growing hard as stone, making Tannah wince as her asshole slid down around its base.
“Heh, you feel that, I’m cumming in your ass, whore,” Alswain said, his voice trembling, gripping her pelvis and dragging her butthole down his throbbing penis as he ejaculated.

“Mmmahh,” Tannah gasped, her lips slipping off the head of Balter’s manhood as he pulled away. She could feel fullness around Alswain’s member, his load filling her ass and lubricating the sides of his shaft while it slid between her butt cheeks.

Cavil stood up straight and pulled out of her cunt, stroking his erect cock as he watched Tannah’s butt beat against the big man’s lap, his thick manhood squished between her cheeks, her tits jiggling and her toes splayed. Tannah set her feet on the bed and let her asshole glide down Alswain’s thick member.

“Oooh, ohh yeah, fill my ass with your seed,” Tannah moaned as she brought her butt down hard against Alswain’s lap, feeling its head swell and squirt hot cum into her. Tannah grabbed her pussy and hooked two fingers deep inside herself, stroking the roof of her vagina as she fucked Alswain with her cum-slicked ass.

“Ooooh, yeah,” Tannah groaned through gritted teeth, her hard clitoris gliding between her knuckles, her butt slapping against Alswain’s groin. “Oooh, I want all of your seed,” she moaned, clenching her asshole around his erection, feeling it pulse, his orgasm leaking down the sides of his cock and sticking to his balls as he came inside of her.

“Oohh, ahhh, ahhhh,” Tannah sighed, curling her wet digits through her minora. “Ohhh, I’m so close to cumming,” she moaned, drawing her fingertips back along the valley of her sex, spreading her pussy lips and watching Balter and Cavil masturbate.

“Ahh!” Tannah squeaked as the head of Alswain’s penis throbbed inside her asshole. She sighed as she sat against him, taking his whole length and feeling his cum squish around him as he slid up her butt.

“Ooh,” Tannah gasped, fingering her wet cunt and dragging her asshole along Alswain’s thick member. She felt its head engorge as the tightened ring of muscles pulled up against his bell and then stretched slowly around it.

“Ahh … your cock …” Tannah said, her cheeks burning as her butthole slipped tightly around the bulb of Alswain’s erection. She felt her ass suck in air as it popped off the head of his penis, drooling warm cum across his groin. She slid off of him and put her feet on the floor.

“Did you like that?” Tannah asked, stepping closer to Cavil, feeling Alswain’s seed drip down the insides of her thighs as she reached out and cradled Cavil’s hard penis. “Do you want to fuck my ass too?” she asked with a grin on her face, one hand cupping her bare sex, stroking the slick opening of her womanhood with her middle finger.

“Come,” she said when Cavil smiled but didn’t answer. She turned around, flashing a quick glance at Balter. “Get on the bed,” she told him, and Balter obeyed, laying on his back while Alswain scooted to one side, still holding his penis in his hand.

Tannah climbed on top of Balter gripping his cock by its base and guiding it to her slippery cunt.

“Oooh,” she shuddered as her pussy slid down around her husband’s length, his tip pushing her minora neatly aside and gliding smoothly through her wet vagina. “Ohhh, yes,” Tannah hissed, her eyes rolling back as Balter’s balls touched her labia, the bell of his cock thrust deep inside her.

She leaned forward and pulled her butt cheeks apart with one hand, showing off her gaping asshole as she gazed invitingly over her shoulder at Cavil.

She moaned softly, riding Balter’s spit-covered erection, seeing Aretta grin in amusement with one hand in her underwear. Cavil stepped onto the bed and placed a hand on Tannah’s back as he got ready to mount her.

She felt the slippery head of his penis rub along her butt crack as she lowered her pussy onto Balter’s cock.

“Ohhh … ohh!” she gasped as Cavil pushed his slick erection through her swollen asshole. Alswain’s cum squished around his member as the opening of her butt stretched and slid down around it’s base. “Ahhh,” she whimpered, feeling both men inside of her, the heads of their cocks growing as they pressed their groins to her butt and cunt.

Balter’s hand covered Tannah’s nipples and he squeezed her tits lustfully as she squirmed on top of him. Tannah moved her hips from side to side, feeling her pussy and ass muscles strain around their stiffened girths.

Cavil drew back, dragging his hard cock through her tightened butthole before shoving it deep into her again. She gasped, rocking her pelvis, feeling her husband’s length glide all the way up her vagina while Cavil drove his shaft into her ass with another hard slap.

“Ahh! … Ohhhh,” Tannah moaned as Cavil started pounding her butt with swift pushes. “Oooh, I want your cum in my ass my lord,” Tannah sighed as Alswain’s creamy orgasm slicked Cavil’s shaft. She blushed intensely as she rode Balter’s erection, her pussy squeezing the bulb of his penis and covering it with her juices.

Alswain gave her a naughty grin as he sat beside her, watching his hand move up and down his cock. Cavil’s hips beat noisily against Tannah’s sweating butt, his firm penis surging through her asshole while her cunt slid down around the base of Balter’s manhood.

“Ahhh ahhh ahhh, ooooh!” she moaned, hearing all three men let out sighs of pleasure, feeling them thrust their hardened cocks up her ass and cunt while she bounced in Balter’s lap. She looked at Alswain’s penis and licked her lips as he masturbated next to her.

Alswain smirked and slid off the side of the bed. He circled around to the other side, watching Tannah with his hand around his erection. Balter kneaded her breasts like dough as her wet cunt beat against his balls, her erect nipples poking between his fingers while she rode him.

“Ohhh, fuck me!” she growled, her face burning hot with shame as Cavil drove his stiff penis up her butt. Alswain stood beside her, stroking his length while Balter and Cavil slammed their moist hips against her groin and ass.

Alswain snatched a handful of Tannah’s hair and shoved his cock rudely into her mouth.

“Hahh, mmm,” Tannah sighed as he thrust the bell of his penis against the inside of her cheek. Tannah tried not to think about the taste as his shaft slid across her tongue.

“Nngghh gllhkk,” she choked as they all fucked her together. She saw Aretta in the corner of her vision and blushed a deep red. “Maybe Aretta will punish me later for being such a slut,” she thought, feeling slightly ashamed while two cocks slid up her ass and pussy, a third one sliding between her lips.

Tannah shut her eyes and pictured them all around her, surrounding her, all six of their hands groping and pinching her naked body. Her thighs shook as they held her by the shoulders and neck, groping her tits and pulling her hair, their slippery erections gliding through her minora and her butt cheeks.

“Like the taste of your own ass, eh slut?” Alswain growled, his balls beating against her face.

“Mnngg,” Tannah whined in answer as he thrust the tip of his cock into her throat, his shaft throbbing between her lips. Tannah felt Cavil’s erection swell as it slid up her butt, her asshole straining around him while his balls squished against her wet butt crack.

“Ooohh,” Cavil moaned, his shaved groin pressed tightly against Tannah’s ass while Balter rolled his hips and pushed deep in her cunt. “I’m cumming in your ass now Tannah,” Cavil shuddered, his penis pulsing as he ejaculated.

Tannah hummed as Alswain jabbed his slick member into her mouth, pulling sharply at her scalp, his groin slapping against her lips. She felt her clitoris engorge fully as Cavil grunted and came, his shaft throbbing between her butt cheeks.

“Nnnhh,” Cavil sighed, dragging his fingernails down Tannah’s back, his cock swelling as he squirted his seed up her ass. Tannah clenched her butthole around him, feeling his slimy load lubricate his penis, filling her butt and leaking down his balls.

Then suddenly Alswain’s orgasm sprayed against her tongue as his member slid through her lips. Tannah felt her pussy moisten around Balter’s surging erection as the two men came in her. Hot seed splashed the inside of her cheek and poured from the corner of her mouth as Alswain’s groin struck her face.

Cum trickled down Tannah’s inner thigh as Cavil’s cock grew to full arousal inside of her, the thick vein on the underside of his penis swelling, his load pumping through her tightened asshole. Tannah felt goosebumps crawl up her back as Cavil put his hands on her butt, pulled her cheeks apart, and let his cum-slicked member glide up her ass.

Alswain held her mouth against his balls and let out a sigh as more of his salty cum sprayed her palate, surrounding the bulb of his manhood.

“Mmmm …” Tannah moaned, heat flashing across her face and chest just before a sudden and intense orgasm gripped her by the groin. Her vagina squeezed Balter’s shaft and her nipples stood erect between his fingers as she came.

She let the goopy mouthful slide down her throat and sucked along Alswain’s throbbing length as he drew back. Warm seed dripped along her labia as he thrust his cock through her wet lips again.

“Mmnnggaah!” Tannah gasped as Alwain pulled his cock out of her mouth. His penis bounced a few inches from Tannah’s nose, and then a thin stream of cum squirted from its bulbous tip. Tannah shut her eyes again, squealing in surprise as it sprinkled across her eyelids and nose.

“Ahh, oooh yes,” she moaned, her eyes closed, her face dripping with Alswain’s orgasm as Balter gripped her by the tits and thrust his shaft up her cunt. Tannah felt Cavil’s member throb between her butt cheeks as she came on Balter’s penis, her pussy slick around his hardened length and her asshole tight around Cavil’s bell.

“Uhhh,” she gasped when Cavil pulled the thick head of his member through her clenched ass muscles, liquid cum flowing from her open asshole the moment his tip popped out of her. “Ohhh,” she moaned, bringing her cunt down hard against Balter’s sweating balls.

“Oooh, fill me with your cum,” Tannah shuddered, her whole body tingling as her vagina slid down Balter’s cock. “Ohh … I want it in every hole,” she sighed, her knees trembling, feeling the bulb of Balter’s penis swell as she took it deep in her pussy. She felt the bed shift beneath her as Cavil set his feet on the floor and backed away.

She could hear the other two men breathing heavily beside the bed as they watched her ride Balter’s erection.

“Ahhh, oooh … ohh give it to me Balter,” she moaned, her cunt constricting around his penis, its girth gliding smoothly between her labia, pushing her minora apart as it’s bell throbbed inside her. Warm cum slicked her butt crack and trickled over her lips as her wet groin beat against Balter’s lap. He squeezed her tits hard and rolled his pelvis back, thrusting deep into her, pressing his balls against her moistened sex.

The last flutter of Tannah’s orgasm subsided just as Balter’s member swelled and his seed flowed into her. She heard him groan fitfully while his load ballooned around his cock, shooting from its tip in spurts so strong that she could feel it against the inside of her vagina.

“Ahhh, aaaah, yes, yes, ohhh yes,” Tannah moaned, dragging his cum along the length of his manhood as she moved up and down on top of him. She felt Balter’s orgasm ooze along his shaft as he slid inside her, his member throbbing.

“Ahhhhhh,” Tannah gasped, sitting against Balter’s balls, her joints quivering as he squirted his seed up her slick pussy. She lifted one hand away from his tensed chest muscles and wiped the cum from her eyes.

Balter’s lips were parted and veins bulged along his neck while his penis pulsed inside of her.

“Mmmm,” Tannah hummed, tasting slimy cum on her palate and lips, feeling it pour from her strained asshole and squish from her vagina as the head of Balter’s cock pulsated.

“You look pleased,” Balter said, his thick masculine fingers still pressed into her tits, her legs spread wide and her body moist with sweat. Tannah smiled and rolled off of him, feeling his load gush from her cunt as the bell of his erection pulled through her fleshy curtains.

She layed on her back beside him, her ass and pussy open and drooling cum into the bed sheets.

“You’ve made me a happy whore today,” she sighed, licking salty droplets off of her lips as she took deep breaths. Balter propped himself up on one elbow while Cavil sat on the other side of her and reclined.

She saw Alswain standing naked beside Aretta, the top of her blonde bush slightly visible between the flaps of her trousers.

“There’s more where that came from if you’re interested, precious,” Alswain said with a grin, looking down at Aretta’s crotch as she pulled her hand out of her pants and put her fingers to her lips. Aretta smelled her hand and smirked.

“Well then, you clearly have enough energy to fuck off,” she responded, buttoning her trousers.

“I can’t wait to bring you back to my estate Tannah,” Balter said, caressing Tannah’s bare chest and stomach while Cavil explored her naked thighs with his fingertips. “My guests are all dying to meet you,” he said with a smile on his face.

“They’ll join your cause if you let them,” he said, his fingers tracing shapes in her sweat while his cum flowed down her butt crack. Cavil chuckled, looking down at Tannah’s heaving breasts, her nipples firm against the cool air that oozed in through the open window.

“Just don’t let them get bored with you,” Cavil mused as he smoothed over her bush with his hand.

“Hah,” Tannah laughed, sitting up between them while Cavil tugged playfully at her pubic hairs and Balter pinched her tits. She crawled toward the edge of the bed and felt a hand clap against her butt.

Tannah paused at the foot of the bed as they spread her cheeks apart and stared at her stretched and gaping asshole together, their cum streaming down the insides of her thighs. Tannah bit her lip and grinned as they watched globs of thick seed drip across her labia.

“Don’t let them get bored … is that all?” she thought, giggling as they amused themselves with her body. She stood up and felt Cavil slap her ass hard. She disregarded the sting of his palm on her butt cheek as she walked to the door and opened it.

Aretta went first down the stairs and out the back door to a small well where several women were already queued to get water. They looked at her nudity and then looked away, sneers of derision just barely visible on their lips.

She was supposed to wear clothes in public places, but Tannah was just important enough to ignore the law. The other women never looked at her as they dunked their buckets and carried them away on their shoulders.

The girls of Bristelkeer hated her, it was plain from their mannerisms and the few looks they gave. The guards that patrolled the street would often stop and stare, sometimes even call out. Tannah didn’t mind their catcalls as long as they were purely sexual, but she was ready to start a brawl with the first person to shout something about her company.

She’d been accused of flaunting her beauty, but if bathing in the open air was seen as “flaunting,” then the rest of the world would just have to live with their lust.

“So … are you going to fuck everyone on Balter’s guest list?” Aretta asked just before Tannah dumped cold water over her head. “… and if so am I going to have to stand by and watch you with every one of them?” she continued, frowning.

“I don’t know,” Tannah answered, blowing wet hair away from her mouth and scrubbing the cum from her bush as she handed the bucket back to Aretta. “We’ll see what happens,” she said, watching her lower the bucket into the well again while strangers leered at her from around the corner.

“I like having sex Aretta,” she admitted, hooking two fingers up her cunt and bringing them back slimy with Balter’s seed. “I like it more and more now that I have some say in who I sleep with,” she went on, putting a finger in her mouth and sucking the cum off of it.

“I wonder, if you could do nothing else in life would you choose to have sex all the time?” Aretta asked, crossing her arms and looking Tannah up and down. Tannah raised an eyebrow, considering.

“If I could do nothing else I think I’d choose to drink all of the time,” Tannah answered. “… and then I’d starve to death, or go mad from exhaustion, but I’d live longer than I would if I gave up drinking. I might even enjoy myself sometimes.”

“Hah,” Aretta scoffed. “I think you’d choose to be a smart ass all day and then die of thirst.” Tannah smiled, ringing out her hair with both hands while Aretta lowered the bucket into the well.

“If you had to choose between fighting and fucking which would it be?” Aretta asked, turning the crank slowly to bring the full pail back up. Tannah looked down at her bare feet and thought about the question for just a moment before answering.

“I’d choose fighting,” Tannah said, drops of cool water rolling off of her breasts and landing on her toes. Aretta frowned again.

“Are you sure? I’m not sure I believe you after today’s display,” Aretta replied as she hauled the pail over the lip of the well and set it down.

“Well normally I’d choose fucking but without the fighting I doubt I’d get to choose who I was with,” Tannah answered back, reaching out and picking up the pail, then upending it against her bare chest. Cold water rushed over her shoulders and tits, turning her nipples rock hard. “Oooh,” she shivered, handing the small wooden bucket back to Aretta and then running her hands across her naked bottom.

“If I’m to be someone else’s and miserable sometimes, or my own and always miserable, I’d rather be miserable, does that answer your question?” Tannah said with a dark grin. Aretta smiled as she set the pail on the hook, watching as Tannah pulled her butt cheeks apart with three fingers. She could feel their cum ooze from her asshole and trickle over her labia as she leaned forward and touched around the sore opening.

Her head throbbed. Tannah was still aching from the fight earlier. She had pushed the pain from her mind so that Balter and his friends could slake their lust, and now she was paying for it.

“Do you trust those men?” Aretta asked as she lowered the pail into the dark.

“I’m not sure,” Tannah answered. “Balter isn’t the best judge of character, but they are taking a considerable risk to be near me like this. It’s possible Cavil’s figured out who is in charge in this partnership of ours. The real reason he’s here could be to build a working relationship, with sex as an added bonus. We will see how he acts once we’re in his territory, until then I’ve got little to go on.” Aretta nodded as the small bucket produced an echoing splash.

“What about you?” Tannah asked as Aretta raised the pail from the water again slowly.

“Cavil seems like a shrewd man,” Aretta answered, the hand crank creaking as she turned it. “Alswain is kind of a lout, not an ideal pick if you want a man to protect you, easily distracted, manipulated … blackmailed,” she chuckled. “If I question anything about this lord it’s his decision to have Alswain guarding him, makes me wonder if there’s more to his job we don’t know.”

Tannah grinned slyly and turned around as Aretta unhooked the pail and got ready to splash water on her naked body. She gasped as it struck her between the shoulder blades and then let out a high-pitched laugh as another quarter-bucket-full hit her in the ass.

Tannah ran her hands down the backs of her legs and grinned playfully when she saw Aretta staring at her wet cunt.

“Who’s distracted now?” Tannah asked demurely, her back arched, spreading her butt cheeks and letting the water flow between them.

“Pfff,” Aretta scoffed and threw the rest of the water against Tannah’s exposed asshole. “I question your decisions as well,” she said, her face turning a little pink as the water cascaded over Tannah’s womanhood and down her inner thighs.
Tannah straightened and turned around, her breasts and bush dripping as she reached for her towel.

“When I first chose you to guard me I did it because I didn’t completely trust you,” she said as she dried her hair. “I wanted to keep you off your game in case you were an assassin, and keep you close in case you were a spy, and then when I was sure you were neither I decided I just plain liked you.” Aretta put her hands on her hips and frowned.

“… and being able to fight had no part in it, huh?” Aretta said with a disappointed look on her face. Tannah snickered.

“You proved yourself worthy by beating one of my biggest warriors with a stick, that is true, but I have a whole company of people who can fight, and I’m fairly good at defending myself when I need to,” Tannah said as she toweled herself off. “You’re tough, but you wouldn’t be where you are now if I thought you were dull company,” she explained, handing Aretta the damp towel and looking her in the eyes.

“There’s definitely more to Alswain than either of us know,” she said, leaning close, her tone slightly hushed. “He might be good at acting tough in front of the right people or maybe he’s just a close friend, or maybe …” Tannah stepped closer and kissed Aretta on the lips, licking the roof of her mouth and biting playfully at her tongue as she drew back, her saliva still salty with Alswain’s cum. Aretta’s mouth hung open and her cheeks reddened as Tannah pulled away slowly.

“… you never know.” Tannah said, stepping past Aretta and walking back toward the inn with purpose in her stride. Tannah stretched her shoulders as she walked and felt the bruises on her body, her joints protesting. She was barely able to focus on how she felt. It had been a long day, but a good one.

She should have died in the fight against Kalok, but somehow she had won, and now, without the support of the Nauls, whatever scheme he or his supporters had planned to keep the migration from happening likely wouldn’t work.

She could rest easily knowing that the plans she had laid out over subsequent months would be seen through even if she was assassinated, and that brought a smile to her face.

She would have to spread her legs for another horny nobleman, but Cavil wasn’t a bad lover. She thought about his cock sliding into her mouth, up her cunt, and through her clenched asshole. Her vagina tightened in response.

Being his whore for a few weeks would be a small price to pay for such a powerful ally, she decided, biting her lip.