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The King's Daughter Chapter 1 - 3 by Hooves Chapter 1 - Tale of two Daughters The precession made it's way through the palace, and into king Dalanius's ornate throne room. The lean richly dressed man in the lead, came to a stop just before the king's gilded golden throne. "Speak Menlor, I am told you bring word of our lost prince." The white bearded monarch ordered, as he looked down on the newcomer with intense curiosity. "Indeed I do your majesty." The lean richly dressed courier assured, barely able to concealed his own amusement at what he knew. "But first, a present from my lord the Archmage Glydanul." The lean nobleman said, gesturing at a cloaked an hood woman who stood passively three steps behind him. "Raileen show yourself to the King." Menlor ordered sharply, half turning to gesture grandly to the tall cloaked figure. "As all men know... lord Glydanul's harem is famed for it's beautiful an nubile concubines." The young woman stepped forward, an dropped her concealing cloak. Everyone in the throne room starred in shocked amazement, at the tall broad shoulder young woman's magnificent an suddenly naked body. It was some minutes before their eye's wandered up to her face, an people began to gasp in even deeper shock. For she bore a remarkable resemblance to their lost prince Rhanlan. Kengar the king's court wizard released his spell, and then gulped in shock and horror. Leaping to his feet the normally very reserved and eloquent court wizard stammered in fear and shock. "My... My lord! My king it... it... is the Prince." "What is the meaning of this?" The King roared, looking around confused from his court mage to the smirking courier. "Show him your ring Raileen." The lean aristocrat ordered, chuckling derisively as the naked courtesan raised her hand. On her slender finger glittered the ring of the crowned prince. "It... it can not be." The king exclaimed, his bearded cheeks growing redder and redder in humiliation and shock. "But it is my lord." Kengar said firmly through gritted teeth, the young mage sickened by his duty to be honest. "The Archmage Glydanul is a master of the dark an forbidden art's. It is indeed him... or her." Menlor chuckled lewdly as the King and his wizard spoke, clearly it amused him greatly. "I present Princess Raileen the courtesan, expert in the tawdry carnal pleasures. Observe Raileen fellatio!" Menlor shouted tauntingly, the nude young woman dropped to her knee's, her ruby lips forming a perfect little oh. "Would anyone care to partake?" Menlor inquired lecherously as he strolled over to her, one finger tracing around her lip's. "I can testify to her talents, Raileen is a perfect copulation slave, lord Glydanul's dominator's an dominatrix’s are most talented indeed." "VILLIAN! Why has your lord done this thing?" The king screamed in fury, his fat fists clench in front of him as he looked down at his broken son. "Glydanul changed your son in to a daughter, an your new daughter to a mindless fuck slave. Because you have disrupted his plan's once to often, and this revenge amuses him." Menlor explained a dry rasping laugh escaping him, making it plain it amused him as well. "Your life is forfeited Menlor." The king swore quietly glaring at the laughing aristocratic courier darkly. "Guards... guards." "Oh then perhaps a humorous satyr-play will lighten your anger." The cruel courier teased, as he raised his arms to silence the muttering crowd. "Raileen coitus analis." He ordered the submissive Raileen, and then smirked turning to another of his servant behind them. "Release the hound Finor." Menlor ordered as Raileen bent forward on all fours her ass high in the air, an immense mastiff lunged forward eager to perform its lewd task. "May I present, Coitus Cum Brutus." Menlor announced loudly to the shock court who were watching it all in wide eyed amazement. The beast quickly mounted Raileen's round regal buttocks, an began lustfully fucking her royal cunt. "Has he got the knot in yet dear?" Menlor asked leering, as the guards froze watching the erotic show before them. "UHUM." Was her only answer, however it was plain to those watching that the beast had indeed sank that huge knot into the former prince. King Dalanius driven mad with rage, by the sight of his only son transformed into a libidinous harlot. Who was now kneeling submissively servicing a slobbering animal, like it was an old lover. For Menlor's lascivious gratification, leap to his feet, ready to go for the lean couriers throat. "Despicable vitiation, this mortifying debauchery, this ignominious violation of my son's womanly virtue an virginity can not go unpunished." He roared insane with rage, as he staggered towards the snickering Menlor. "Oh she's no virgin... As I said... I and every man in the Archmage's service, can attest to that. As we have been most thoroughly, most amorously satisfied by our little trollop here." Menlor giggled lecherously as he took a step backwards away from the maddened King. Screaming in mindless rage the King pushed away from his throne diving for the lean noble mans throat. Menlor magically flickered an faded out, as one by one his cohorts did the same. Until only the gigantic enthusiastically fucking mastiff remained within the hall. Raileen whimpered an clamored in ardor, as the aroused beast expended it's bestial passionate exploits inside of her. The king angrily kicked the orgasmic animal off the supine blissfully climaxing concubine that was his son. "General Halba gather my armies, we'll obliterate this fiend." "Where are we attack my king, no one knows where the Archmage's fortress lays hidden." The old General asked, as he watched the King order the court cleared from the hall. "It is warded with fay magic my king." Kengar started softly, not wanting to anger the King farther. "You will find it for me Kengar." The king raged, turning to his young Mage with a look of hopelessness. "It is said my King, that it can only be found by those who do not look." The King suddenly looked very old an weary, his shoulders slumped an tears ran down his bearded cheek's. He looked down at his son's gorgeous female body still positioned for the taking , the dog's cum streaming from her quivering fuck-hole. "Take Rhanlan to your tower, perhaps you can break the fiend's spell." The King muttered hopelessly, as he staggered back to his throne and slumped into it. "Of course your majesty I shall do my utmost, but the Archmage is very powerful." King Dalanius stumbled away muttering to him self, Kengar turned to his guards. "Gather up the prince an take her... ER I mean him to the guest room in my tower." He ordered, as he quickly hurried off to the royal library in hopes of finding a magical tome that would let him break the spell. His search was fruitless however as the library contained no tomes of such power, even the masters at the guild hall were dumbfounded, by this strange powerful magic. Kengar returned to his tower down heartened an distraught, at his failure to even discover the nature of this spell. So didn't notice that the guards were not in their usual place at the tower doors. It was only when he heard the sounds in his guest room that he remember his guest, thinking that maybe the prince could remember some part of the ritual Glydanual had performed on him, Kengar headed to the guest room. As he walked toward the guest room he could tell that the sounds were originating from it, drawing closer he realized that it sounded very much like people fucking. He swung open the door, an found the two guardsmen kneeling on the floor, the prince was on all fours between them. Angus was balls deep in royal pussy, an Elwood was inserting his long cock in to the prince's mouth. "You can if you like, but I don't care much for sloppin' around in dog's spunk." Elwood grunted in pleasure as those soft hot lip's close around his throbbing male-hood. "What are you doing?" Kengar roared in horror and disgust as he saw the guardsmen thrusting, bouncing the former prince back and forth between them. "This is your Prince, the Kings only son. Not some sleazy kitchen wench." "She begged us to do it your lordship." Elwood swore as he tugged out of her mouth, and leaped to his feet. "It was more like an order, she tore all the buttons off my trousers to get it out." Angus explained more bluntly, as he reluctantly pulled out and stood up slowly. "Get up... an get out." Kengar screamed in rage, as he quickly covered the naked Raileen with his own cloak. "Your not going to tell the King of this, are you?" Elwood whined, knowing it would most likely mean a painful death for him and Angus. "Get out, an say not a word of this to anyone, I will see to your punishment my self, the Ling need never know." It would only hurt him Kengar thought to himself, as he thought about the earlier scene with the great dog. "Thank you my lord, thank you." Elwood and Angus blubbered, as they gathered their things and quickly left the room. "Do not thank me, until you've heard the punishment I think up." Kengar warned darkly, as the two pulled the door closed behind them. Kengar sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the former Prince. "Prince Rhanlan, I was wondering if perhaps you could remember any of the incantation Glydanual used." At the mention of the Archmage's name Raileen cowered in fear, an hugged Kengars shins tightly quaking. He patted her naked shoulder softly, as she whimpered softly looking up at him. "Its alright he wont hurt you anymore... I... I." The prince had pushed open Kenger's robe's an was nuzzling his sweaty groin. "Your majesty please stop this, I me... mean ww... what w... would your father think of this unseemly behavior?" Raileen's hot mouth slipped down onto Kengar's hardening cock, and the Mage jerked trembling in pleasure. Soon the whole thing was in her well trained mouth, and Kengar was at her mercy. "I mus... must ask you to desist this at once your majesty." The young Mage panted weakly as that hot suckling mouth began to go up and down on his hardening cock. Raileen pushed him back onto the bed, an mounted his standing fuck pole then. Riding the wizard's pulsing cock she bounced an jiggled, Kengar put his hand's up to steady her, an found he was holding her phenomenal breasts. Tho' he knew it was the Prince, her hot tight cunt just felt to good to let him force her away. He lay there as Raileen serviced him, like the whore she now was. His body spasmed an he blasted his load in to the Prince's beautiful golden haired sex, she collapsed on him throwing her arms around his neck an kissing him deeply. Kengar leaped to his feet yanking his robes back together, and fled mortified by his own inaction, his face burning with shame an remorse. While Raileen curled up on the bed, all she knew was that she had pleased this new master. As that was her only function, she was as happy as a simple fuck slave could be. Kengar paced his casting chamber, regret an self loathing twisting his heart, his finger's pulling at his long dark hair. While at the doors to the tower Angus an Elwood quietly made plans to get back into the guest room. *** Darla princess knight, and the second child of king Dalanius rode her magnificent war-horse Aloysiue through the dim Forest. The witch Yolanda stepped from the shadows and into the princess's path. "Hello Yolanda... Have you the spell?" Darla inquired in an imperial tone, that spoke much of her high birth and entitled life. "I have your majesty... However are you truly sure you wish to do this thing, dear one?" Yolanda asked, her face speaking loudly about what she thought of this request. "I have searched the kingdom of the valley, went among the wild peoples of the mountains, I have quested through the kingdoms of the seashore. Sailed to the islands of fog an ice, on the sleek ships of the sea King himself. Yet still I have found no one who is as worthy, who is as virtuous as deserving. "Who fire's your imagination you mean. Or is it your scandalous carnality?" The old witch demanded as she glared up at the pretty young princess, sitting high upon the back of her stallion. "I will have this spell, an I will do this thing." Darla swore stoutly, as she returned the witches glare with dark looks of her own. "When you asked me for that spell of communication... I thought it harmless enough, but this... this will hurt your poor old father. Your brother, an if it gets out the reputation and eminence of the whole royal family... think about it dear." "The spell old crone." Darla ordered through gritted teeth, as she swung down from the saddle. "When you mother died, I took you as my own child." The old witch wept as she cowered before the armor clad Princess. "I have thought long and hard, searched my soul... I will do this thing. Aloysiue and I have begun already." The Princess explained to the old witch, who winced at that knowledge. "Very well then your highness." The old witch snapped sarcastically, as she stepped back and readied herself. "Please give me a moment to prepare, an I will begin." Yolanda resigned, running through the incantation in her mind one last time. "Hold him still." She ordered, Darla hugged the huge war horse's head, as Yolanda quickly pierced it's upper lip, an inserted a silver ring with a single ruby on it. She then did the same to the princess, using a platinum ring with the same ruby setting. "Kiss him." Yolanda ordered, watching as the princess put her lip's to the big stallion's soft mobile ones, as the rings touched a blue spark leaped between them. The witch chanted her incantation tracing mystic patterns in the air, and then the mighty roan war horse seemed to melt an shift then flow into a new shape. Darla backed away an Aloysiue stood towering nine an a half feet tall on his hind leg's. "Aloysiue." Darla said wonderingly, as the huge creature dropped to one knee bowing deeply to the Princess opening it's mouth. "MMHI..MMHY..MY LAADY." He whinnied slowly, the Princess leaped forward hugging the massive equine's long neck. "Aloysiue... my Aloysiue." She muttered her face buried in his flowing roan red mane, the gigantic equine clumsily enfolded her in his massive arms. "My lady knight." Aloysiue whisper gently, stroking her hair as his voice became clearer and easy. Yolanda shook her head in shocked amazement, an quickly disappeared back into her forest home. *** Later in the Kern glen beside the water fall where the Dahlan river flows down out of the Wilra mountain’s. Darla made her camp, the glen had become like a second home to her since her mother had died. She had removed her heavy armor and wore only a light silk robe, as she walked down to the Dahlan an shed even that wading into the cold swirling waters. To rinse off the sweat an dust that had accumulated on her long days ride. When she had finished her swim, she climbed out to lay on a blanket in the bright sunlight. "Aloysiue." She called softly to the huge war-horse who trotted over shifting his form as he did so, Darla patted the blanket an bid him lie down. Then ran her hand's over his massive striking new body, caressing first his velvety ball's an then his enormous hardening cock, pulling him close she felt his weight over her. She rapped her long slender leg's around his waist, as he began licking and nibbling at her neck an breast's. The silver ring tracing a cold line on her hot flesh, she grabbed his face an pulled it to her's. His soft mobile lip's parted her own an his copious tongue entered her mouth, at the same moment she guided his immense equine salami into her diminutive human sex. She was so tiny under him, Aloysiue feared he might hurt her, and so he stopped forcing his gigantic fucker into her. Darla's heel's pounded on his buttock's however, driving him forward deeper an deeper into her, at last they lay with their stomachs touching. Aloysiue was amazed that her little body could contain all of him, Darla smiled up at him as her heel's thudded into his flank's. "Giddy Up." She moaned, smiling up at him lustfully as he drew those powerful hip's back and speared back in again. "Ummm Yesss." Aloysiue began thrusting hard, riding her tight little human body as only a lusting stallion can. "It feels curiously bizarre to be atop, as I have always carried you Lady Knight." Aloysiue grunted lustfully into her ear as his strong hip's settled into a swift hard rhythm. "Become accustom to it." She wailed in delighted pleasure as his huge organ found spots within her on one ever had. "For I am now truly your lady, your mare, your filly you are taking me as such, now an will always." Darla whimpered giving her she fully to him in that moment loving him more than she had believed possible. "My lady mare." Aloysiue whispered, as he nibbled at her heaving breasts more lustfully. From her forest hiding place Yolanda watched in disgusted astonishment, even when she was casting the spell she hadn't believed the Princess would go through with it. She just couldn't believe Darla was giving herself to the huge hairy beast, Yolanda herself had pleasured many horrible underworld fiends, more abominable than anything in this world could ever be. But that had to be done, it was the only way for a witch to increase her power. But to give yourself to a salacious beast with no hope of a gain in power. What could she be thinking? Yolanda knew only the spell kept the rutting stallion's tremendous fuck stick from ripping the Princess apart. She was undoubtedly depraved to do some thing so unnaturally perverse, still Yolanda couldn't tear her eye's away from this astonishingly erotic exhibition. She was breathing hard, her heart reverberating in her head. She felt the warm wetness spreading between her leg's, a rhythmic pulsation in time with the stallion's Herculean thrusts vibrated her whole body. Darla was howling deliriously as if being tortured, but the fact that she was licking an kissing the stallion's long face loudly announced other wise. Darla cringed under the vigorous pounding, but was soon pushing up to meet Aloysiue's extraordinarily deep fuck thrusts. She kept slamming her sex back into the gigantic horse's hard driving body, they met one another halfway, and the resulting collisions repeatedly crushed the breath out of her. Still she kept at it, offering up her open cunt and receiving his lengthy equine salami in one body jarring thrust. She closed her eyes an gurgled deliriously, as explosions of ecstasy racked her body and blurred her senses. The Princess was no longer in control of herself, her eye's rolled back in her head as orgasm after orgasm thundered through her body. Aloysiue's enormous filly fucker expanded even more, an Darla could see he was lathered with sweat an panting as he fucked into her. She knew what was going to happen next, so braced herself for it by grabbing double hands full of his roan red mane. And curling her calves around his massive thigh's, she could feel his huge nut's slapping her heel's as he pounded into her wildly. Aloysiue pumped harder as his pleasure peaked, his furry body out of control with primitive desire. Bestial lust drove him on, as he buried his equine pleasure scepter deeper an deeper into her quaking body. Squishing noises filled the air, as the beautiful Princess flexed an withered under the onslaught. Aloysiue's whole body pulsed an trembled as he slammed faster an faster into Darla's hot quivering pussy. Throwing back his head Aloysiue whinnied in pleasure like the powerful animal he is, as thick scalding hot cum poured into her the huge horseman jerked an pumped. Darla shook all over as spasm's of delight raced through her loins, she babbled helplessly while she licked an kissed his soft lip's. And then she giggled like a school girl, as his cum spurted out of her equine salami crammed cunt. Laying back in exquisitely complete satisfaction, she thought that if a priest were handy she would have married her war horseman on the spot. Aloysiue had collapsed on to the blanket beside her, his long oozing equine fucker still laying across her thigh dripping cum onto her inner thigh's. "Astonishing!" Yolanda muttered as she dried her cum off her finger's, with the edge of her weathered cloak. Her body still tingled with passion, an she thought of a old centaur living close by, who had always claimed to find her arousing. "I think I'll stop in an see him." *** Kengar whimpered in self loathing as his frothing cum erupted into the ecstasy of ravishing princess Raileen's hot obliging mouth. "Please your majesty you mustn't do this anymore it's not... not right." Kengar half begged and half explained, even as a magical bell chimed warning the wizard that someone was climbing the stairs to his tower. Quickly closing an belting his robes tightly, he leaped to his feet an left the guest room guiltily. He had no more than gotten into the room, when the door banged open, and the King walked wearily in. "Your majesty. I'm... ER... It a... Ahum... It's good to see you." Kengar stuttered guiltily, his cheeks reddening in blush as the King looked around. "How have things been coming?" The King asked slowly, as he . "Cumming!" Kengar exclaimed sickened in his guilt, fearing the King had somehow discover what he'd been doing with Raileen. "Have you discovered anything about Glydanual's spell?" The aged King supplied, as the young Mage gulped and grunted weakly. "Spell... Of course the spell, I have read through every book of magic in the castle my King. And I still have no idea how the Arch-mage preformed such a feat. I fear such power is beyond me, perhaps you should appeal to the council of Mages for help. Surely one of their number is powerful enough." The king cut him off with a wave of his regal hand, clearly this was not that the monarch wished to hear. "The council I fear is more likely to side with one of their number than me, and I do not want this thing becoming common knowledge. I will not have all the world laughing at my sorrow." At that moment Castellan Hendric came stomping into the room, red faced and breathless obviously he'd raced up the stairs. "My king we have news of princess Darla, she is reported to be camping in Kern glen." "In the mountain’s near the summer palace, it was her mother's favorite place." The king said knowingly, as he stroked his white beard slowly in thought. "It will take a rider weeks to carry your message to her, an then ride back with her. I could convey my self there in an instant with your message my King." Kengar said guilty, just wanting to get away from the harlot upstairs and her father whom he'd betrayed by using her. "And then with hard riding she could be here in nine days." The King pulled a sealed scroll from the pocket of his regal robes and handed it to the young Mage. "That is a wise thought Kengar, here is my dispatch for my daughter it will explain everything." "Perhaps Railee..ER...Rhanlan should stay with you in the palace while I am gone." Kengar said, imagining of what his two burly guardsmen would probably do to her if he left them alone. "Perchance it might stir some memory of his previous life here at the palace." "A most excellent idea." The King grunted grimly, as he looked around as if thinking the transformed prince was in the room with them. 'Thank the god's.' Kengar thought, ashamed that he couldn't resist the prince's wanton feminine wile's. "I'll go get her... er... him for you." Kengar said, quickly hurrying off to the bedroom to get the lusty slut dressed. He wiped his own cum off her chin as she dressed herself, the sight was so erotic that when she was through his loins were throbbing hungrily. For a second he thought of taking her right there, he imagined himself bending her over, lifting her skirt an fucking that royal cunt. He was balls deep into her before he could stop himself, only the thought of the King in the tower room below made him pull out of her. Kengar straightened his robe's tucking his pulsing prick back in, an led Raileen out to the King. Then he quickly excused himself, an made his way to the casting chamber. Picturing the exact spot in which he wished to appear in the glen, Kengar released his spell. In seconds he found him self looking at the water fall at the north end of the glen, Princess Darla stood under the flowing water letting it's numbing cold massage her tingling body. Kengar gasped, startled by how much she resembled Raileen her tall lean exquisite body lit a fire in the mage's groin Quickly casting an invisibly spell, and seated himself down on a nearby rock, and watched the nude young princess wash her gorgeous naked body. His hard cock was oozing in his robe's by the time she dried herself off. He suddenly wished he were back in his tower with Raileen in the guest room, he almost cast his return spell before he thought. The princess belted on her red silk robe that barely covered her person, an was heading back to her camp now. Dis- spelling his invisibly spell, Kengar stepped forward an called after her. The nimble young lady knight spun around a long needle pointed dirk in her hand, Kengar wondered where she'd had it concealed. "Kengar" She barked sheathing her dagger in the sleeve of her loose fitting red silk robe. "Your majesty." The Mage answered bowing deeply to the princess, even as his loins ached with desire. "What are you doing out here old conjurer?" Darla asked teasingly, he was only two years older than her in point of fact. "I have just arrived from the palace, with a very grave message for you from your father." Kengar said dourly as he strolled over to her, and took out the sealed scroll handing it to her. She took the scroll from him quickly, ripping open the seal an read it slowly. "You have seen my brother?" She asked, a touch of disbelief and wonder in her voice as she looked up from the scroll. "Rai...Rhanlan has been in my tower the last three days, there is nothing I have been able to do for her." She moved over to her camp an began gathering her things, as she was bent over stuffing her pack her short silk robe slide up exposing the golden haired peach between her leg's. Kengar thought of how just a short time ago Raileen had been in that same position, he started towards her, suddenly her big red war horse was between them rearing an pawing at the air. It was then that Kengar realized what it was he was about to do, an quickly pushed his throbbing cock back into his robe's. "So." He said clearing his throat and turning away to hide that aching erection until he could get control of it. "I may tell the King your are on your way to the palace." "Go to the palace?" Darla bark a short ugly laughed, that held no humor within it. "What ever for? So I can pace around the castle and yell at the couriers like father is doing? I think not." "Then what will you do?" Kengar asked, his brow furrowing in concern at the hot headed young princess. "I'm going to find that mad Arch-Mage, an split him down the middle." She swore fiercely, half turning to flash the Mage a grimly cheerful smile. "Are you going back tonight Kengar?" "No your majesty." The Mage grunted as he adjusted his robes, looking off into the growing gloom. "I must study the spell... before I can cast it again." He lied, not sure himself why... was it to avoid one female or the chance to be alone with another. "Your welcome to stay the night here in my camp, but tomorrow I'm going my own way." Darla said firmly, as she buckled up her pack and then looked at her stallions curiously. *** The King awoke with a start, looking around fearfully, he'd heard something or was it a dream? Climbing out of bed he stumbled across the room pulling open his door, he glancing down the hall. The only thing he could see that was strange or out of place , was the light coming from Rhanlan's room. Clad in only a loose robe he walked quietly down the hall, and peered into the partially opened doorway. A beautiful nude woman lay withering on the bed, one of Rhanlan's wenches he thought groggily. Oh but this one was ravishing, long golden hair, magnificent breasts and buttock's a man would kill for the chance to gain entry to. For the first time in many years King Dalanius felt his passion's swelling, he reached down an stroked his stiff cock. On the bed the wench had rolled over exposing her blond cunt, she inserted a finger into it moaning softly. Dalanius stared in complete surprise at his stone like erection, with both hands he pumped it grunting softly. The wench must of heard him because she got up an came over, turning around she bent an gasped her ankle's. 'Rhanlan wouldn't begrudge me a night with this wench of his he has so many.' The King thought confused by his grogginess and the desire burning in his loins. He told her to reach back and spread her cheek's for him, obediently she did so remaining in her submissive position, as he fondled her exposed, musky nether delight's. With every orifice of the submissive blond beauty his for the taking, he decided to start by working the enormous knob of his cock into her searing golden haired pussy. She was whimpering and trembling by the time he got it into her, he pumped her slowly at first, then slammed her harder and harder, until she lost her balance under his violent molestation. She stumbled an fell face down on the bed, he rushed over to her as she rolled over on her back, before crawling between her long slender leg's, she rapped them around his thick waist at once. Her soft cooled finger's guided his inflamed member into her deliciously tight fuckhole, as he fondled and licked her phenomenal breast's. She keened in pleasure, as he rammed her pussy in amorously barbarous lust, his heavy body slammed roughly into her lean acquiescent flesh, as he enjoyed a woman for the first in the fourteen year's sense his wife had died. In the back of his mind he realized she looked hauntingly familiar, that she resembled his dead wife and his daughter Darla, but he was to amorous to care. He groaned an puffed as orgasm shook his heavy body, she rapped her arms around his neck pulling him to her for a long passionate kiss as he collapsed on her panting. Dalanuis roll off of her gasping, she shimmied down his body an pushed her face into his groin. Her scorching lip's closed around his oozing semi hard cock, in minute's he was smooth throbbing spring steel in her mouth. He pounded her face as she licked an sucked his huge salami, her tongue licked his ball's as she deep throated him. He let her swallow him for a bit, and then holding her down he crawled over her body and aimed his huge fucker at her tiny butthole. She screeched as he ravished her hot diminutive asshole, thumping her firm round buttock's brutally as he rode her ass, like a rutting mule. Shrieking in pain and keening in pleasure, curling her calves up, her heel's prodding his buttock's like a rider spurring a horse spurring him on. At last he blew his load deep in her ass, filling her so completely cum flooded out around his thick fucker. Exhausted the elderly King fell asleep, his cock still deep in her hot, lush body. The King's Daughter Chapter 2 - Allies met Princess Darla awoke before the sun, an was surprised to find Kengar awake starring at her sleeping face. They said little as she prepared breakfast for the two of them. When the meal was done. an the utensils cleaned an packed away, Darla saddled Aloysuie an donned her heavy plate armor. ?ake care of father old mage." She said as she mounted the big roan red warhorse and adjusting the heavy sword on her belt. "Do you really think you can find him? Glydanual I mean." Kengar questioned, as he watched the warrior princess mount up. "I will find him Kengar, and he will die." Darla stated plainly, she was so much like her father at heart, even if she looked like her mother. "He is so very powerful princess, he cast's magic's I can not begin to understand." Kengar admitted with only a trace of shame on his pinched gray face, clearly the Mage was under a great deal of stress. "If your trying to tell me to be careful don't worry, I will be." 'She may know something or someone who can lead her to the ArchMage.' Kengar thought as he watched her, slipping a ring of flying on his concealed finger. I'll think it's time I was on my way." The Mage said and with that he softly chanted a spell an disappeared from view. "Come on Aloysuie it's time to be on our way." Darla said spurring the big stallion to a gallop, invisible Kengar glided along behind the racing war horse. Thinking that if he could find out something of the ArchMage's location the King might march off, an leave Raileen in his care. The princess rode through the heavy forest east of the glen, Kengar bobbing along silently behind her. Darla was uneasy she could feel eye's upon her, but could detect no sound or movement. This part of the wood was known to be wild, so it was possible something was out there. By the time she got to Yolanda's hut she had decided whatever it was, it was probably harmless. As she had ridden through several good place's to ambush a travelers such as herself, yet had saw no trouble. Yolanda wasn't at home, it looked as though she hadn't been there for as least a day. "And she didn't go back home after she cast the spell for us." Darla muttered to the big war horse, who was gently nibbling on her ear as he stood behind her. I'll guess we'll just have to wait for her to get back." She said turning her head an kissing Aloysuie's soft mobile equine lip's, Kengar's jaw dropped as he watched the beautiful young woman passionately kiss the massive red stallion. He was even more shocked when the brute melted in to a nine foot tall horseman. It still resembled a horse, but walked upright on two leg's like a man, it was so very large. It enfolded Darla in it's huge arms pulling her tightly to it's sweaty body and holding her almost tenderly. A tiny golden fairy buzzed in to the clearing, circling Darla and the horseman ringing like a little bell. "Arial? Is that you?" The fairy perched on the top of a nearby post, still chiming loudly. Darla peered close at the shining little creature, she had one hand over her mouth to stifle her ringing laughter. "Arial where's Yolanda?" Darla asked the giggling little fairy, the tiny golden creature doubled over in laughter, fluttering her wing's she buzz around Darla's head. "Arial..." Princess Darla said firmly as the fairly flitted and fluttered in circles around her and the big war horse. "Show us where Yolanda is." The giggling fairy zoomed off through the trees, quickly mounting Aloysiue who is a war horse once more Darla raced after the little bit of golden light. Kengar's flight spell was failing, when they at last caught up with the tinkling fairy creature, he quickly used his ring to renew it. The house was a ramshackle cavernous barn, constructed of old uprooted tree's and other driftwood taken from the river banks. Darla dismounted and approached the massive black doorway cautiously. At that moment Yolanda ran out of the huge dark doorway, naked an giggling glancing back over her shoulder. Darla froze in shock at the site of the old witch naked, Yolanda stopped in surprise as she suddenly saw the princess and Aloysiue standing before her. And so was almost trampled when the grizzled old centaur galloped out the door, grabbing her in a big bear hug he laughingly said. "Ha I`ve got you nymph, now you must do as I ask... Ha ha ha!" Looking over her shoulder's, his hand's still clutching her surprisingly pert breast's. He finally saw Darla and Aloysuie standing amazed in front of them and cleared his throat. "Friend's?" He asked Yolanda softly, as the old witch blushingly assured him that they were indeed friends. Seated at the centaur's fire, Darla watched the solid old fellow cooking dinner. His face was weathered an sunbeaten, and his mane an coat were touched with gray, but he was still lean an thickly muscled. "A handsome old stud." She said quietly to Aloysuie, who was never more than five feet away from her since they had entered the centaur's house. Yolanda came back in then, her robe's in place like they should be now. "Why have you come looking for me so soon princess, I know it's not to have the spell reversed." She said leeringly as she looked at the big war horse towering protectively over his mare. "Well all of us don't have friend's as close by as you." Darla said looking at the centaur, who looked up an smiled brightly, then when back to his cooking. "Perhaps we should eat dinner... before we get into all of this." Yolanda said wearily, she was in no mood to argue with the princess about Morales at this point. "Yes it's almost ready." The old centaur declared taking the pot off the fire and tapping on the keg nearby. "Thank you Jerome." Yolanda said quickly, he smiled at her adoringly then began serving up the amazingly delicious dinner. The meal was made up of a wonderful stew, brown bread,an beer the old fellow had a knack it seemed. When the meal was over Jerome wandered out side to smoke his knotty wooden pipe, Aloysuie grazed contentedly just out side the door. "The ArchMage Glyndanual you've heard of him?" Darla inquired darkly as the witch looked at his curiously. "Of coarse." Yolanda assured running one cool hand over her face as the young princess scooted forwards in her seat. Quickly Darla told the witch about her brother's ignominious an debauched violation at the ArchMage's hand's, high in the rafter's Kengar slowly stroked himself, thinking of Raileen an the revelry's they'd perform when he returned. "Can you return my brother to normal Yolanda?" The princess asked quietly as she face the old witch who knew this was not the real reason she had been searched out. "No child... such magic's are beyond me." "But Aloysuie?" "Changing a person's form is one thing, changing their gender is something else altogether it's part of the highest level's of power. I can not help your brother." The old witch said sadly, as she could almost say what was coming next. "Then can you help me, help me to find this fiend that I have swore to see dead." Darla growled savagely, Yolanda winced at the words so savagely stated. "Princess no." The ArchMage is very, very powerful he'll kill you or worse." Yolanda warned, even as she knew this would not be the answer that a princess would take. "I'll kill him when I find him, and I will find him with or without your help old witch." The princess swore, with the same fire in her eye's that her father had all those years ago. Yolanda knew she was right, she had seen that same determined fire in Darla's eye's only a day before when she had ensorcelled Aloyuise for her. "I am sorry, but the ArchMage Glyndanual's fortress is hidden by fay magic's I have no idea where it is." "Within the forest of Quindern." Jerome said darkly as he ambled back in to the massive rambling house. "What?" Yolanda an the princess asked looking up at the old centaur in surprise and shock. "A elf once told me that he and his people were ran out of Quindern by the ArchMage." Jerome said simply as he dumped out the bowl of his pipe and put it back into the pouch around his neck. "It make's sense.' Darla said at once looking from the centaur back to the witch who was frowning. "All the trade road's run through Quindern, an Rhanlan was on a trade mission to Salisbury when he disappeared. But Quindren is so big I could look for year's an not find Glyndanual's hidden palace." "It is said that it can only be found by some one who's not looking for it." Yolanda advised as she favored Jerome with a dark look that made the old centaur look away. "Oh that's real helpful." Darla snarled bitterly as she noted Yolanda's reaction to jeromes having named the forest as the ArchMages lair. "Wait I do have some thing." The old witch dug around in her robes for a second, before taking out a glass vial. "This is the vial of clear seeing, fill it with water an look through it, and you'll see what's really there not illusion can conceal the truth from you." "An this will help me find the ArchMage's fortress?" Darla asked, holding it up to look at it closely it seem plain glass completely unremarkable. "Maybe... it certainly can't hurt." Yolanda pointed out as she looked both worry and appalled by her own actions. Kengar had heard enough, swooping out side he landed in a nearby field, an cast his spell of return. In side Darla an Aloysuie shivered, an suddenly knew they were no longer being watched. *** Kengar appeared in the throne room only to find it empty, quickly he headed for the royal apartment's. As he entered he was surprised to find the Castellan Heinric setting at a small desk, surrounded by couriers and courtly merchant baron's. They parted for the wizard as he approached the grim faced Castellan's black draped desk. "I must see the King." Kengar said, as the Castellan looked up at him sourly, clearly something strange was going on. "I am sorry Mage, but the King is in mourning and has left word he is not to be disturbed. By anyone!" "Mourning? What has happen? I have been gone two night's, speak man." Kengar roared. "PPP.Prince Rhanlan is... is dead by his own hand, it is said he could no longer live with the humiliation." Heinric said sorrowfully the old man had been the Princes trainer in the combat arts and the two had been close. Kengar was stunned Raileen couldn't be gone she couldn't be dead she just couldn't. "Where is the body laying in state?" He asked Heinric, but the old guardsman was shaking his grizzled head. "It's not the King had it placed in the royal crypt, I think he placed it there himself." The Castellan whispered, his voice failing him in the sorrow he felt for his King and the Prince. "Because prince Rhanlan, well because the prince isn't himself, well you know what I mean." Heinric muttered, as if everyone in the place didn't know already what had happened to him. "I see." Kengar was off quickly, he moved with purpose through the palace corridors deeply into the bowels. The guards at the door to the crypt's said the King had ordered them to let no one pass, not even family or those who already knew. He turned and hurriedly made his way back to Heinric. "Where is the king?" The Mage demanded so harshly the Castellan's gray face paled, but his still insisted. "You can't..." "I just want to know where he is..." Kengar assured his voice softening as spoke to the old man who was after all just doing his duty. "He has had the top floor of the palace closed off, he said he just needed to be a lone." Kengar looked up a slowly nodded his head, that made a certain perverse sense. "There's nothing on the top floor, but his study and that spare guest bedroom." Kengar more stated than asked, still the Castellan choose to treat it as a question. "Yes the only time it was ever used was when the King's brother's family came for a visit." The Castellan agreed weakly, glad that the Mage had some control of himself once again. "But the duke has a town house at the edge of the city now so... there is no real need for it." "I am beginning to see." Kengar snarled, his face reddening and his eye's taking on a wide glare. "If the King should ask for me, I'll be in my tower. Otherwise I am not to be disturbed. I don't think he'll be asking for you anytime soon." "Neither do I." Heinric said apologetically, Kengar growled under his breath as he made his way toward his tower. In his casting chamber the Mage dug out his scrying mirror, and carefully pictured the King's private study. The image formed dark an hazy at first, then sharpened an cleared as Kengar's concentrated firmed. The room was empty, so the Mage focused on the door leading out to the guestroom. The image shifted as he visualized the guestroom, when it cleared Kengar gasped in frustrated anger. Raileen lay on the bed spread eagle, cum running from between her quivering cunt lip's, the King stood over her slowly getting dressed, his limp cock still dripping cum. "Why that perverted old bastard fucking... his on daughter." Kengar swore softly under his breath, the image wavering as his concentration weakened for a moment. "Stay here my dear, I'll bring you something to eat later." The King assured as he left the room hurriedly, Raileen looked around dully boredom in her sparkling green eye's. Kengar watched the King leave his study, an go down to his throne room, and then turned away from the mirror; he cast a dimensional doorway to the guestroom. Stepping through he quickly turned an cast a permanency charm on the doorway muttering the word which would trigger it when he wished to return. Long muscular arms rapped around his waist, pulling at the belt holding his robe's closed. So he unknotted it an let those soft hand's explore his already aroused body, turning he pushed Raileen back down onto the bed, spreading her long slender leg's. Kneeling he buried his face in her golden haired mound's, licking the salty tartness off her smooth hot fold's. Kengar speared his tongue between her pulsing cunt lip's, licking an sucking the thick greasy fluid from her sublime pleasure box. Her hip's began to undulate, then rock back an forth as she whimpered an moaned in pleasure. He drove his tongue even deeper, loving the slick feel of her fuckhole... Raileen's body quaked an spasmed in ecstasy as she rode his face. Kengar parted her thigh's wider, an clutched her ass cheek's, plunging his tongue in so deep his nose prodded her hard clit. A scream ripped from her throat as she blasted into climax bucking frantically, he rode her thrusting hip's until her last orgasmic shiver's died away. The Mage stood his pulsing cock only inch's from her quivering sex, Raileen looked up at him languidly. Though prince Rhanlan had been like a younger brother, Kengar couldn't stop himself he knew, this time he didn't even try. He took her swiftly an ferociously, battering her soft flesh with his lean hard body, Raileen wailed an whimpered under his animal like rutting. But clutched at his buttock's pulling him into her harder an deeper, gasping aloud, and then cooed like a contented pigeon, her tongue explored his lip's an cheek. The image of prince Rhanlan bound an gagged under him, as he fucked involuntarily popped into Kengar's head. Ball's deep he withdrew his cock halfway appalled by the image of him self sodomizing the prince! "OOHHA!" Raileen moaned pulling at his immobile body frantically, she lick at his ear an dug her heel's into his back, in an effort to recapture his long prick. Kengar stared down at the exquisite feminine body beneath him, and began to melt once more, as lust pushed thought's of the prince from his mind. Kengar drove his long cock back into her soppy overflowing pussy, their bodies colliding with a wet smack. A scream escaped her trembling lip's as he gave her another improbably deep thrust, his powerful hip's forced her leg's even wider apart, their bodies slapping together again an again. Kengar could hear prince Rhanlan's distant grunt's an wail's of pain an anguish as he was ferociously sodomized. The sound grew dimmer an dimmer, as he fucked his cock into her with such force that she nearly went through the mattress. She clawed at his back an began bucking her ass up meeting his every thrust, the Mage loved no thing better than a woman who would fuck back, Raileen was just such a woman. The prince's growl's of agony had long been drowned out by Raileen's whimper's of passion. With his cock rammed into her as tight as he could get it, Kengar flipped her around on the bed until she was lying on her side with one leg high over his shoulder. Tremors pulsed through his loin's making his whole body quiver, as he looked down at Raileen's sweaty gaspin body. When he saw her smiling up at him, he knew she was feeling those same tremors, this made him slam into her with renewed vigor. His buttock's pumped back an forth, as he repeatedly leaned into her burying his cock ball's deep each thrust. She begged for more unable to get enough of Kengar's long prick, keeping his cock enshrine deep in her cunt, he pushed her leg off his shoulder and turned her completely over. "Oooommhm." Raileen moaned, her ass high in the air, her face an shoulder's resting on the mattress. Grasping her firm hip's Kengar watched his cock slamming into the golden haired peach between her thigh's. The image of Menlor's huge mastiff taking her like this that popped into his head, surprisingly only aroused him more. He closed his eye's picturing the enormous growling animal humping her firm round buttock's, Kengar nearly fucked her right off the bed, his cock repeatedly slammed ball's deep. He threw back his head. grimacing as wave after wave of pleasure roared through his loin's, with her back arched Raileen exploded in an orgasmic fit. Her eye's rolled back an her body twisted an spasmed like an enpaled fish, the Mage emptied his passion into her, delivering his lusty exploits in a series of violent fuck thrust's. Raileen winced an smiled simultaneously as Kengar used his erupting cock to repetitiously lift her up off the mattress. A warning chimed in Kengar's ear, someone was coming up the stair's from the royal apartment's... Ripping his still throbbing member from Raileen's contorting body, he grabbed his robe's muttering the trigger word he stepped through the magical doorway. And was once again in his casting chamber, quickly he said the word that opened an closed the gate then moved off to his bedroom. Angus stepped out of the dark corner in which he had been waiting, an cautiously touched the wall Kengar had just stepped through. It was as solid an real as always, slowly Angus repeated the word Kengar had said. The wall shimmered slightly, this time his hand disappeared into it with no resistance. Stilling himself he leaned forward so that his head an shoulder's passed through, on a bed just in front of him Raileen lay panting sweaty an naked. He almost stepped through to her, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the chamber door swinging open. Quickly he pulled back whispering the word of closing, and then quickly he hurried off to tell Elwood about his unbelievably lucky find. Kengar paced his bed chamber restlessly, haunted by he's dark vision of prince Rhanlan. Bound bent over an brutally sodomized, forcefully vitiated, heartless coerced to pleasure his captor's with his mouth as well as his body. Kengar pushed the thought from his mind, and tried to plot out his next move. *** Following the Dahlan river through the pine barrens, was the quickest way to the trade road's. The fact that the barrens were mostly controlled by the gorged eye Orc clan, counseled against going that way, but the princess was in a hurry so decided to chance it. Aloysuie picked his way slowly down out of the mountain’s, a light rain was shifting down making the rocky ground slippery. With her cloak pulled tight over her plate armor Darla watch the darkening pines carefully, one hand resting lightly on the haft of her upraised lance. Aloysiue nickered softly prancing uneasily as his ears swiveled around, Darla patted his great arched neck comfortingly. "I know they're out there, I can feel it to." She whispered to the nervous war horse, slowly she slipped her shield on. Still they saw nothing as the day past quietly, that evening Darla managed to find a rocky tor to camp on for the night it was high an easily defensible. Drizzling rain played it's melodious tune on the leave's and pine boughs all night. Darla an Aloysiue huddled together under her cloak all night though she didn't take off her armor, they were content with the pleasure of one anothers lip's. At dawn the rain had finely subsided, an the world smelled fresh an clean as the sun finally arose drying the forest. Saddling up she picked her way down the valley, with the river always within sight to her on the right. It was about noon when she heard the drum's, that ancient sign the Orc's were up to something and of course it would be something no good. "Maybe we can make it to the trade road's, before they get to worked up, an start wandering around looking for trouble." Darla whispered into Aloysuie's flattened ear's, as the big war horse prances along nervously. The big stallion picked up his pace down through the spreading pines. The sound of the drum's softened as they left the pine barren's behind, an entered the great Quindern forest. The tree's opened suddenly on a carnage littered clearing just off the side of the trade rode, Darla rode slowly through the battle field, it was of course the sight of an Orc ambush. Broken arrow's, splintered shield's an blood littered the trampled ground, emptied an smashed wagon's told her it was a way laid merchant caravan. "The blood's still fresh." A soft melodious voice observed quietly, startled horse an rider spun to the right, teeth bared really for a fight. The elven warrior who had spoken was anything but ready for a fight, as he was bent over at the waist retrieving a broken arrow at that moment. "Orcish." The elf exclaimed holding it up, he was golden haired an golden skin like most of his race. "With the drums booming you thought it would be something else?" Darla asked sarcasticly, staring at the lean handsome elven warrior. The average elf was very handsome, but this one went beyond that... you could almost say he was beautiful. "Uhem, well it's always possible, I mean there are other creatures in this wood who could do this." He insisted weakly it was a losing argument and he seemed to know it but spoke anyway. "Ogre's, troll's, giant's an gnoll's don't use arrows, goblin's only come out at night, an centaur's don't take the body's of their victim’s home to eat." "Yes I see, Ahem your right of course. I best see what I can do." "Do? Do about what?" Darla inquired sharply as she looked around the battle field the caravan had dozens of guards and it had been destroyed. "Not all the people in the caravan were killed, the Orc's must have a few captive's." "We don't know that." Darla insisted, suddenly wondering if the elf was mad or just stupid either way he'd likely get himself killed. "Live meat doesn't spoil as fast as dead meat, even the stupid Orc's know that." The elf explained patiently as he slipped his bow over one shoulder, and looked around as if expecting something. "You can't rescue the prisoners by yourself." Darla insisted, as she shook her head at the oddly pretty elf and his talk of rescuing people he didn't even know were alive. "I'm not by myself." The elven warrior said pointing across the field, a tall man appeared out of the forest shadow's, an slowly walked across the blood splattered ground. His black leather armor, and an inky black cloak blended in with the darkness so that only his long pale face could be seen. He looked like the specter of death gliding like a shadow across the battle field, it made Darla shiver involuntarily. "Adoran." The elf called, gesturing for the lean dark man to come over, needlessly as he was already on his way. Darla's hand move to her sword hilt, an Aloysuie wheeled to meet the stranger pawing the ground nervously. "I found the track's of at least five captive's mixed in with the Orc's." He said pushing back the hood of his cloak, Darla was amazed by how handsome he was, his long angular face was framed by shoulder length black hair. He turned and gave her a courtly bow even as he spoke a simple greeting. "Dear lady knight we have as yet not been introduced, I am called Adoran the Wanderer." "And I am Lylyevla Silveraok." The elf exclaimed without bowing, but reaching out to pat the big war horse's long arched neck. "Princess Darla daughter of King Dalanius of Berndar, Duches of Tarnwood, knight of Einor." Darla stiffly stated her full titles to this stranger and his curious elven friend. "A great lady indeed, you should not be subjecting yourself to this dangerous forest great lady." "I go where I will, wanderer I am in no more danger than you." Darla snapped even more annoyed as Adoran smiled at his weakly, as if the humor would be lost on her. "I meant no offense Princess, it's just that one see's very few of royal blood traveling in the wild's alone, with good reason." He added quietly as the Orc drum boom in the distance, and the sun sank very low in the west. "The trade road's are hardly wild's..." Darla started, but was cut off by the handsome elf as he looked up at her. "Quindern is more dangerous than you might think, as are the pine barren's..." "I just came through the barren's on my way to Quindern." She snapped angrily at the elf who looked confuse by her anger and looked towards Adoran for help. "You must have been in a very great hurry to risk the barren's alone." The tall dark man observed, his pale face emotionless in contrast to the elfs that was looking more and more confused. "I am not alone Aloysuie was with me." She said patting the big stallion's neck lovingly, even as the big war horse tossed his head back and pranced in place impressively. "A formidable ally." The dark warrior muttered looking the huge roan red war horse over admiringly. *** Aloysuie picked his way along slowly, being as quite as a war horse can be when moving through the forest. Adoran an Lylyvela had told her to wait at the trail fork, but Darla had grown inpatient so she had decide to follow their trail. She knelt an stared hard at the path making out the faint marks of they're pasting, when she heard a soft moan somewhere ahead. Gesturing for Aloysiue to stay still, she moved silently through the tree's, ahead she saw Lylyvela's lithe form leaning back against a small tree. The elf's hand's were clutching two limb's to either side, some one was kneeling in front of the slender elf lord. Moving closer Darla realized that the elf was nude from the waist down, an that the kneeling figure was fellatioing the lean delicate elf. Darla gasped in surprise it was Adoran, the tall powerful warrior was subservient to the pretty elf it seem. Adoran glanced up at Darla looking her right in the eye, but couldn't say anything because his lip's were rapped around the long slender cock pumping in an out of his throat. Lylyvela moaned hoarsely, then grasped Adoran's long black hair an humped the big man's face franticly. Darla could discern he was close to climaxing, quickly she retreated shock that the gentle delicate elf was so forcefully taking his pleasure in the big man's mouth. She was even more startled as she thought of the big warrior just kneeling there, as the handsome little elf fucked his mouth like it was a horny little elf maiden's cunt. Quickly she turned to make her way back to Aloysiue, behind her she heard Lylyvela groan. "Ohoo Yes! Ohoo take it deeper... that feel's so good. Swallow it... swallow it all." Ahead Lylyvela wave for her to come on up, his face was flush an his smile bright as he crouched beside a dead Orc sentry. "The village is just ahead." The smirking elf whispered, gesturing into the growing gloom off to his right. "Adoran is watching from that rise up to the right, make for that pine thicket." The elf added snickering naughty as he pointed out the stand of pines he was talking about. "You seem excited." Darla said quietly, the elf's naughty smile widened knowingly an he nodded his handsome head. "Not quite as much as I was a minute ago." Lylyvela chuckled vulgarly, as he licked his lip's and made a mocking pelvic thrust. 'He know's, Adoran told him I saw.' Darla thought turning away from the audaciously smirking elf, as she worked her way to the pine thicket. There were fourteen prisoner's, two were obviously merchant's the others warrior's hired to guard the caravan. They were tied to cross's made from big wooden stake's naked, their armor an clothing having been taken by there Orc captor's. A huge Orc warrior slit a round bellied merchant's scrotum, then reached a big clawed hand into the gaping wound an tore the screaming man's naked testicles out. The posture an the blood running down the inner thigh's of the prisoner's made it clear they had been castrated in the same manner. The Orc's roared with mirth, as the big warrior popped the swooning merchant's ball's in his mouth an ate them raw. Lylyvela gagged in disgust as the Orc enjoyed his tasty prize, and then a shrill scream echoed out of a thick cluster of hooting Orc warrior's. "God's they've got a woman." Adoran gasped leaping to his feet, an quickly drawing his broad sword and a long bladed double edged dagger. Lylyvela already had an arrow nocked in his long bow, quickly Darla mounted Aloysiue an set her lance. "I guess were going to do this the hard way." She whispered to Aloysiue, even as the big war horse trembled under her in excitement this was what he lived for after all. Ariel's head was ringing, an blood trickling out of her nose an the corner's of her mouth. She tried to get up, but a big Orc punched her again an used the weight of his body to force her back down. She struggled against them, pummeling them with her soft fist's, but it had no effect on their heavily muscled body's. They laughed at her attack's, her resistance arousing them to new height's of delight. The fiend's seem to revel in that resistance, some not even waiting for the pleasure of her body, but spewing they're foul lust over her struggling form. Thick wet gobs of their lust splattered on her face an breast's, she clinched her teeth knowing if she screamed it would spray into her mouth. They pulled her knee's apart an another huge green warrior climbed between her leg's, she scream an got a mouth full of Orc spunk, snarling she spit it at the brute between her leg's. But could do little more, as the horde pinned her squirming body to the ground. The Orc warrior pumped into her much abused sex, an growled in displeasure at it's condition. Pushing her knee's up around her ear's, he pulled out of her sloppy jism soaked cunt, an aim his thick knotty cock for her tiny asshole. She squeezed her sphincter muscle's closed tightly, trying to bar the way. But the big Orc was just to hard an determined, using the tip's of his thumb's to open her he plowed right in... grunting with pleasure. Ariel screamed in pain as with one thrust the big fucker disappeared into her, then choked on another big mouth full of greasy Orc cum. "Oh No!" She thought... 'now they'll all want to try it.' Suddenly a long silvery arrow smoothly emerged from the Orc's chest, he stared down at the bloody shaft dully then toppled over backward gurgling loudly. The Orc's broke in a rush to get to their weapon's, but it was to late the air was suddenly full of arrows as if a hundred archer's had cut loose all at once. Ariel was dropped, forgotten for the moment she climbed wearily to her feet, trying to decide what to do. To her left a horn sounded, an a knight on a huge war horse charged lance lowered into a knot of confused Orc fighter's. To her right raced a single man clad all in black, he danced through the Orc's rank's like he was just a shadow. No she decided like the spector of death, for all around him Orc fighter's fell dead killed seemingly just by his passing. The knight had discarded his lance as it had become weighted down with the body's of impale Orc's, an drew his huge long sword. The gigantic war horse spun kicking an biting as the knight set himself then charged another cluster of warrior's. The black clad fighter to her right race along quickly cutting the prisoner's bonds with one hand, an fighting off attacker's with the other. Most of the prisoner's collapsed as they're bonds were cut. laying or kneeling brokenly on the ground. Only Burton a grizzled old veteran seemed to keep his wit's, yanking men to they're feet he slapped, kicked an caroled them into action. Some grabbed dropped Orc weapon's an attacked they're tormenter's, other's help friends as they made their escape toward the woods. "We've got to get out of here they can't hold for long, only surprise has held them back this long." The old warrior growled, as he grasped her arm pulling Ariel toward the forest. As if his words had woken them up the Orc's came howling back, driving the knight an his dark ally back toward the escaping prisoner's. The prisoner's who had picked up Orc weapon's ran naked to the aid of their rescuer's, but unarmored an weak from blood loss they were quickly cut down. The Orc's massed in two huge cluster's each trying through sheer force of number's to bring down their human opponent's. Another rain of arrow's cut in to the Orc rank's, but this time the Orc's returned fire showering the tree's with long black barbed shaft's. Ariel could see that the fiend's were trying to drive their two attacker's together, to trap them an swarm them under with their greater number's. It was exactly what they had done to the caravan guards, she remember the feeling of helplessness as she watch them slowly cut the guardsmen to pieces. She tried to ran of coarse, but there was just no where to go. Then they'd caught her, she remembered the numbing pain of the first brutal beating, an then the rape had started right there on the battle field they've all went at least once. She thought looking down at her bruised body, wet an sticky with blood, sweat an Orc cum. And then she heard it... a clatter of steel on steel, looking up at the Orc's she saw them turning uncertainly looking back over their shoulder's. "I'll be damned." Old Burton swore loudly as he watch in surprise for a long moment. "Looks like they're being hit on the flank's." The old warrior cackled happily, Ariel saw him a huge blond barbarian with an enormous ax. If the dark warrior was the specter of death, then this man was the incarnation of bloody carnage. The dark warrior seemed to leave a wake of pristine death in his wake, but this barbarian smashed into the Orc's like a meat grinder. Ripping an chewing, arms, legs an heads flew with each chop as blood showered like rain on him an those around him. The big man hacked his way on through their ranks as unfeeling an implacable as a natural disaster. "Cram it up they're ass." Ariel screamed, as the huge barbarian crashed through the Orc's rank's killing then even as they turned to run away. It was to much, the harried Orc warrior's they broke an ran, fleeing into the dark pine forest. The Orc chief who had been the one to emasculate the prisoner's, stood his ground for a second calling to his fleeing warrior's. But quickly fled when he saw the three human warrior's converging on him from three side's. *** Angus roared like an enraged boar, as he drove his thick cock ball's deep in Raileen's hot tight ass, driving her down onto Elwood's big fucker. "I'm poking around in someone's spunk, I'm telling ya I can feel it." Elwood moaned in disgust even while thrust hard into Raileen's soft sexy body. "Probably that high an might, I'll punish you for fuck her cuz' she's my private slut of a wizard." "It's just to juicy to be natural." Elwood muttered under his breath, his hip pound on faster and faster as the new princess moaned loudly. "I really don't know why it bothers you so much, I kind of like it when it's all squishy an gooey." Angus grunted breathless nibbling and kissing along Raileen's long swan like neck. "Shut the fuck up." Elwood groaned, as he bucked an spasmed blasting his hot load into Raileen's sloppy golden haired pussy. Angus hammered her ass exuberantly, battering a low wail from her twisting shuddering body as he did. Elwood scrambled out from under her, an rose to his knee's aggressively ramming his cock into her drooling mouth. "Lick it clean slut." Elwood snapped grabbing her head an fucking her face energetically the princess more than happy to do just that. "That's princess slut, have some respect for your prince... errr... princess that is." Angus snickered, even as he pinned her withering body to the bed his hard hard smacking against hers. "HHOOHOH!" He groaned pumping a big load deep into her aching asshole, even as that tight orifice squeezed down hard on his jerking cock. "Ohoha that's a sublime mouth." Elwood groaned humping it slowly, expecting his spent organ to softened but that mouth kept him hard. "Royally sublime." Angus crooned gently wiped his cock clean with Raileen's silken panties, enjoying the feel of that soft cool fabric on his spent member. He was flabbergasted when he felt his limp cock hardening once again, as he watched Elwood pound his big fucker into Raileen's beautiful face an down her beckoning throat. Gently he pushed his semi aroused fucker into Raileen's hot soggy cunt, those hot lip's still tight around his organ. "Ohoha Yeah... that's just the way I like it." He groaned slowly pumping his stiffening cock in an out of her, enjoying it all the more. "You know the people who give the best blow jobs, are those who really love to do it, who just really love to suck cock. And this... is... the very best blow job I've ever... h.had." Elwood panted as his hard gushed his fourth load in half an hour into this sexy sluts hot mouth. *** "Camp fires... Camp fires on the trade road." Old Burton exclaimed excitedly, as he paused to take a long gasping breath. "Another caravan perhaps." Adoran whispered disappearing silently into the tree's, leaving those watching around him stunned. "Give's you the willies’s don't he, disappears into the darkness like he's a part of the blasted stuff." Old Burton whispered, pulling Ariel behind the low hanging bough's of a fir tree, naked an shivering the other prisoner's huddled with them, some collapsing from exhaustion or blood loss. The huge red war horse pranced up pawing the ground impatiently, and the knight removed his helm. Ariel was amazed to see long blond hair cascade down over the knight's armored shoulder's. The moon light shone on the beautiful face of the lady knight, making her pale sweaty profile gleam like a goddess. Old Burton gasped in surprise, then chuckled in amusement as he wearily sat down. "I must really be gettin' old to had missed that." He muttered under his breath, as Ariel stood over him starring wide eyed at the knight. "Where is Adoran?" Darla whispered quietly, as she looked around the clearing for the tall warrior who was nowhere in site. "The tall fella all in black?" Old Burton asked softly, Darla nodded scanning the dark forest carefully, her hand never leaving her sword hilt. "He's gone to check out the fire's along the trade road." "Alone?" Darla hissed spinning to face the old warrior, who starred back at her defiantly. "The way he move's through the darkness who could follow?" The old warrior asked just as sharply to the lady Knight who starred at him for a minute. "Your right of course, we're just in a bad spot here, we can't afford to lose such a fighter." "That one will out last us all, I'd wager." The old man whispered wearily, looked like he'd ages about a hundred years in the last few minutes. Lylyvela slipped quietly out of the dark woods, as they spoke and moved up close. "They're making a big show of looking for us, but it's just to placate their chief. I don't really think they want to find us, at least not to night anyway." He was bleeding from several small wound's, but his silvery chain mail had saved him from any real harm. "I hope your right elf boy." Darla snapped weakly climbing down from the saddle, and stretching as best she could inside her heavy armor. "Are you hurt lady knight?" The elf asked taking her arm, as she staggered a little from the weight of the plate. "A little bruised is all." She said patting the scared an dented surface of her plate mail armor, speaking louder that words how much fighting she'd seen. "An exhausted I'll wager, what with all that steel yer a carryin." Old Burton said softly as he looked over the fine armor it would have taking him a dozen lifetimes to afford. "Well it is heavy." She admitted, taking a heavy breath and leaning her weight on her huge war horse. "It's comes in handy however... sometimes." She said thoughtfully fingering a long sword slash on her breast plate, and the tiny dents from arrow heads. "Well aint this sweet." A rough voice growled from under the shadowy boughs of a near by fir tree. Darla spun drawing her huge hand an a half sword as Lylyvela lay a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's ok he's on our side."" The elf said smiling, as the huge barbarian stepped out of the shadow's, it was then that Darla realized how truly massive he was. "Am I now?"" He snarled leaning on the haft of his bloody great ax, and looking the party over appraising. "Are you or aren't you?" Darla demand coldly, the big warrior stroked his beard thoughtfully as he looked at her. "Well we did kill Orcs together, an that always brings men closer together." "We aren't men." Darla snapped, gesturing to Lylyvela and herself, the elf smirking and raising one eyebrow. "Warrior's then." The barbarian rumbled crossly, as he shook his head and turned away from the lady knight. "Warrior's it is then." Lylyvela said stepping in smoothly to head off any argument, not wanting to do anymore fighting that night. "Well met, I am Lylyvela Silveroak an this is the lady knight Darla of Tarnwood." The handsome little elf said brightly, deliberately leaving out the lady knights title of princess. "I am Sigfen of Yorlag Atol, Twice slayer of the great serpent." The huge barbarian announce impressively, thrusting his chest out as if he'd just said he was a king. "Your a long way from the north sea barbarian." Darla observed drily as she wiped the sweat out of her eyes, and re-sheathed her long blade. "I have come here seeking to avenge a great wrong done to my people." The barbarian spat on the ground and then kicked dirt over it, Darla looked at Lylyvela the elf was nodding knowingly. "Don't tell me, your looking to kill a wizard... the ArchMage Glyndanual no doubt." Both the elf an Sigfen nodded coldly, a look of surprise in they eye's as they both looked at the lady knight. "I think I know your story elf boy, the ArchMage ran your people out of here year's ago." Lylyvela nodded his surprise clearly showing on that pretty face, as Darla spoke. "What did he do to you?" She asked turning to the huge barbarian, whose bearded face twisted up into a angry snarl. "That is none of your concern." The big warrior growled fervently, looking at Darla was some kind of witch. "Your right I don't know and I don't need to know, but I bet I can guess." The big barbarian blanched at that, remembering how she had so easily guessed the elf's secret. "Keep your guess's to yourself witch, one foul magic user is much the same as another to me." He snarled testing the edge of his ax with his broad thumb, clearly it was a threat. "It's not magic I use, and as for the ArchMage you need not worry. For I am going to kill him." She swore fiercely that for a moment the big Barbarian smiled widely in admiration. "Well that is good, he's needed killing for a long time." Adoran's voice drifted out of the darkness, making the little group jump in surprise. "Right now, lets get these wounded men down to that caravan. It's leader has assured me he'll take them in, an see to they're wound's." The dark warrior's tone left little doubt what he thought of they're bickering and it was not pleasant. Thorval captain of the high lord merchant Fenuis's caravan watched as the wraith like stranger helped the rescued men limp into camp. "These men are fighter's?" Fenuis asked critically, as he watched the mean fo the opening in his big lush tent. "Yes my lord, you can see it in the way they move an they're old scar's." An they have in fact been gelded?" The merchant asked thoughtfully, rubbing his chin his beady dark eyes narrowing even more. "Yes, the Orc's almost always deprive their prisoner's of their manhood, before torturing them to death." Thorval answered honestly enough, the guard caption was a straight forward man. "If you don't mind my asking my lord. It seems a little well... out of character of you to promise these men food, clothing an healing, for... well for nothing." "Hardly nothing captain, we are going to the great desert kingdom Kahdem, and the Sultan is always looking to buy fighting eunuch's to serve as his harem guard's. You see captain a unique commodity has just, as they say fallen into my lap." The fat merchant laughed callously at his crude pun, silently running the figures over inside of his head. "To make a man who's just been emasculate stand guard over a harem." Thorval muttered under his breath, shuttering at the idea of being without his malehood forever. "Now that's torture." He whispered guilty to myself, as he walked away from the merchant he worked for. "They will bring a good price, a very good price indeed." Fenuis muttered chuckling as he thought of the gold he would make from the sale this new product. "Go to my healer captain, he is not to do anything that might restore these warrior's to full manhood. On pain of death, be sure he knows that." Fenuis snarled at the back of the disgusted guard captain, even as Thorval strolled away "At once my lord." Thorval muttered, as he hurried out of the merchant's tent, glad to get away from the greedy merchant. 'You knew what he was when you agreed to work for him.' Thorval thought swearing silently within his own head, even as he greeted the newcomers. With the wounded safely in the caravan healer's tent, save for Ariel who claimed to be unwounded an now wouldn't leave Darla's side. "Is there water handy?" Darla asked the guard caption who was looking more than a bit upset about something. "We'd like to clean up a little." She said, glancing at Ariel's filthy sticky blood and cum splattered body which was wrapped in a cloak now. "There's a small stream just over to the right, on the other side of that hill." Thorval answered quickly, looking away from Arial's battered semi naked body. "Good we'll be back shortly... please be so kind as to find something for her to wear." "Where am I going to do that?" Thorval sputtered, looking at the lady knight as if she had just sprouted wings. "There's not a stitch of woman’s clothing in this whole..." "Find her a suitable tunic an jerkin's then." Darla countered, as the guard captain looked hard at the defile woman for a moment. "No matter what you'd like, she's not going to walk around naked any longer." Thorval sputtered turning red and stalked off roaring for the caravan's quarter master. "Gentlemen I would suggest you do the same." Darla said wrinkling her delicate little up turned nose at the smell of the three warriors standing with her. Adoran looked at Lylyvela an grinned amused at the lady knight and her sensibilities. "I s'pose we are getting a bit fragrant." He chuckled holding up one arm, and then draping it over the shorter elfs shoulders. "I certainly wouldn't want the Orc's to be able to smell us coming." Lylyvela agreed laughingly as he looked around with a wide smile. "Very well then lady's you go up stream an we'll go down." The elf said grinning as he grabbed Adoran and the big Barbarian and began dragging them off. "I'll just bet you will." Darla said suggestively, smiling in the elf's beautiful leering face as she guided Ariel in the other direction. The King's Daughter Chapter 3 - The Assassin Darla an Ariel walked slowly up stream, Aloysuie bringing up the rear it didn't take them long to find a suitable pool. With Ariels help the weary lady knight laboriously removed her heavy plate mail armor laying it nearby. The padded linen tunic she wore under her armor was dripping with sweat, as Ariel pulled it off. Darla dropped trembling an exhausted into the cool waters, Ariel was amazed to see this tall muscular woman warrior so vulnerable so accessible. Slowly she slipped into the water, an gently began washing the dried sweat off Darla's magnificent body. "Oahoha." Darla moaned, as Ariel's strong hand's massaged her heavily muscled but very weary body. Briskly Darla began returning the favor, washing the sticky Orc cum an dried blood off Ariel's sumptuous flesh. With Darla's rough hand's massaging her aching body, Ariel began to more intimately explore the tall lady knights muscular frame. Her finger's going to Darla's hot pussy, as her mouth gently kissed an sucked one big erect nipple. "I don't... I mean I've never." Darla started, and then wrinkled her nose suddenly aware of the very aromatic stench of a sweaty stallion. Looking up at the huge persuading war horse pressing close to the edge of the pool. "Aloysiue." She groaned her voice low an husky at the sight of him massive lover so close his musky males along with Ariels soft touches arousing her. "Join us love." She called, Ariel's mouth gently kissing one of Darla's nipple's, fell open in amazement when Aloysuie slowly shifted shape, an waded into the pool. Weakly Darla crawled over to him an began lovingly washing the huge horseman, pausing only to plant a long kiss on his soft mobile lip's. The huge creature's three fingered hand's took over exploring the lady knight's pale but powerfully muscled body. "Come here." Darla breathed, motioning for Ariel to join her and the massive horseman at the edge of the pool. "He won't hurt you." She assaure sliding down his thickly muscled body, until her mouth was even with his huge cock sheath. "Wha...what.what?" Ariel stammered, for the moment to shocked to speak coherently at the sight of the big horseman and his enormous floppy genitals. "Aloysuie is more than just my mount, he's my friend, my ally, my husband!" Darla admitted, kissing the mighty war horse, the roan stallion kissing back passionately. "A big hairy brute, a monster!" Ariel exclaimed in horror, as she looked on wide eyed as Darla made love to the massive equine with her mouth for a moment. "He's no monster." Darla snapped back crossly as she cuddled close to her husband and lustfully teased him. "He's more kind, more loving, more faithful than any man I've ever met. I love him, he is my stallion an I am his mare." "She has been hurt most terribly, by males more powerful than herself." "So now she fear's an loathes all powerful males." Aloysuie rumbled, as he gently guided Darla's hot, sexy lip's onto the big round head of his massive equine cock. "I'm not afraid of you, your only a beast, a beast of burden." Ariel snapped vehemently, even as the big equines kind brown eyes looked deeply into her light green ones. "Then come closer." Aloysuie beckoned with one big arm out stretched to the tight human female, who couldn't hide her interest in him behind her harsh words. "Why should I?" Ariel inquired lifting her chin proudly, even as she watched Darla gently pleasure her stud. "Perhaps I can relieve you of your burden, perhaps I can carry it for you." Aloysuie boomed huge intimidating and yet gentle in his moments and expressions. "How could you do that?" She asked abashed, confused by this seemingly genteel lusty beast. "By replacing the pain with something else." Darla guessed, softly as she lay against the stallions furry body, clearly exhausted. "Your not making any sense." Ariel whimpered inching closer an closer to the mighty beast as he smiled down at her. Aloysiue's massive equine pleasure scepter was half way elongated an deep in Darla's throat now. Tenderly he picked her exhausted body up,pulling her off his thick cock; an lay her on a smooth flat rock. "What..what are you doing?" Ariel asked uncertainly as she watched the sexy beast so gentle with Darla's exhausted body. "My lady knight is very tired, yet still she would give herself to me, pleasure me. She would burden herself to bring me joy. You would do this to bring her joy, I saw that in your eye's at the water's edge." Aloysiue explained slowly, his massive equine fuck stick jumping and bouncing eagerly. "I..I..!" Ariel tried to protest, a shiver racing down her spine as she moved over closer. "Please pleasure my lady knight, as you wish, bring her joy." Ariel climbed onto the rock lovingly parting Darla's muscular thigh's, then buried her face in the warrior’s blond haired pussy. It was several minute's before she realized Aloysiue was behind her. She felt his soft mobile lip's an extensive slick tongue tenderly exploring her musky nether territory's. "What!?" She lifted her head and looked back startled at the stallion being so close behind her. "He is taking your burden of pain, the only way he can by replacing it with pleasure." Darla explained weakly caressing Ariel's naked body with her rough calloused hands. "Take her burden for me Aloysiue, pleasure her as only you can." Darla exclaimed pulling Ariel's mouth back down to her blond cunt, the other licking and tonguing at lustfully. "Yes my lady mare." Aloysuie rumbled, lovingly parting the gates of Ariel's mound with his deep probing tongue. "Hhhahuha!" She whimpered as the horse man's long muscular tongue almost lifted her off the ground. *** 'I can't tell the king what I know of Quindern, with the prince publicly declared dead. That mean's the king plans to keep Raileen all to himself, if I tell him where the arch's tower is hidden. Then he'll sent me an the army to root him out if we can, an he'll have Raileen all to himself.' The thought of that old man fucking her, drove Kengar mad with jealous envy. "I can't tell him. That's all there is to it... I won't tell him." Kengar muttered between clinched teeth. "Were you speaking to me?" Flendar the royal gamesmen asked, pacing the dais behind the throne worriedly. "No. Just thinking out loud Flendar." The wizard snapped crossly, and then thinking better of it asked. "What's got you so upset?" He quickly changing the subject away from his own mumbled words to the gamesmen's worries. "The King hasn't visited his menagerie in day's." Flendar whispered, obviously upset at the thought of being ignored by the King. "And he won't anytime soon." Kengar assured knowingly, the King had better things to do that animals. "Impossible he's made regular visits sense the queen's death." Flendar whispered more insistently, the look of worry on his face deepening. "He's taken a woman, you've lost your power over him." The Mage explained coldly, understanding that the games-man was talking about now. "Not completely." Flendar swore grimly, a simple but nasty look crawling across his face. "Let me rephrase that... you are no longer useful, an you have become a threat. If you start running now, and your a good hider you just might live out the week." Janus minister of finance chuckled, stepping out of the shadows just behind the throne. Flendar blanched at those words, and leaped back as if stung. "Oh don't worry Flendar he's the goat fucking king, of a country of goat fucker's. So while it might be embarrassing for him, it's not worth killing you over." Kengar snickered at the terrified games-man, even as Flendar was backing away. "Yes he'll probably just lock you in a dungeon for the rest of your life. The tower of Kal blonc perhaps, you might even have a lake front veiw." Janus giggled, clearly amused by the supposed fate of the games-man. "But by all means spread your tale of the king's animalistic debauchery. It might just make all those goat fucking peasants, feel like they have something in common with their king. They'll love him all the more, an hate all the more those how would betray him." Kengar growled, shoving Flendar away from the throne roughly. "And those big fellows in the dungeons they can teach you all kinds of new thing's about debauchery. They'll make you they're little nanny goat, and you'll baaaaa every night." Janus taunted leeringly as the gamesmens face turned a whiter shade of pale. Shaking violently Flendar turned and fled from the throne room, and Kengar hoped the kingdom as well. "Has the King really taken a woman? Or was that just a little entertainment for Flendar?" "That was a plan to rid the King of Flendar's bad counsel." "How did you managed to keep the old horn dog away from his baaaing lovers?" "There's more than one thing that will bleat." Kengar snarled through gritted teeth, as he hid the secret of Raileen's existence. "Ha ha heh variety is the spice of life, as I've always said!" Janus laughed clapping one hand on his knee in clear enjoyment of this humorous event. "Was it something you'd conjured up?" "No! Nothing so dangerous." Kengar muttered, not wanting to be questioned to closely, about this lie. "The good thing about goat fuckers, is they aren't hard to please." "I've always believed you to be a innocent in the ways of courtly intrigues, but this this is a master's stroke. What brought it on?" "Flendar's bad counsel's to the King, he was gaining to much influence over his majesty." Kengar growled eager to hide the blunder of telling Flendar about Raileen still being alive. "Of course now you have Flendar's power as it is you who see's to the King's... pleasure's. Have you any mule banging's or goat ramming's lined up in the near future? You do remember Menlor's dog act, the prince was quite thoroughly enjoying that I saw. It's a shame the prince didn't stay with us longer, you could have arranged a mule train for him like father like... well you under stand." Janus giggled, enjoying his lewd thoughts about women and beasts fucking. 'Shut up you stupid bastard, just shut up!' Kengar thought hotly, as the image of Raileen contorting in pleasure under that massive fucking beast replayed it's self in his mind. "Oh I understand, but with Flendar gone the King can see to his own...desire's. And I will see to mine." Kengar growled his voice husky with rage at the dark thoughts racing through his mind. "And what are you desire's? If I might ask Mage, what do you want? "It's not the power that you crave, if that's what you're asking." Kengar assured the minister, his face burning red with embarrassment and lust. "I hope not, your a dangerous adversary as you proved to day, I'd rather be your friend than your foe." Janus chuckled, laughter in his voice, but steel and blood in his eyes. "I'd say we're well on our way to being friends minister Janus." Kengar grinned, taking notice of that darkness and lust for power. "Good good perhaps we can have dinner sometime, an discuss our views." "I'll look forward to it." *** Shucking off the last of his armor Sinfen dove into the cool water, standing up he scrubbed his hairy arm's an shoulder's. He glanced up idly, he quickly did a double take starring at lylyvela's exquisite golden nude body. The ravishing elven warrior's lean golden body was erotically effeminate, Sinfen turned away ashamed of his hardening cock. He tried to keep his mind off the gorgeous elf, but couldn't keep himself from glancing back at Lylyvela's sensuous nude form. "A very arousing sight isn't it?" Adoran whispered in his ear, Sinfen stiffened he hadn't realized the dark warrior was so close. "I don't know what your talking about." The big barbarian snarled, but the glittering string of pre-cum snaking down his hairy thigh betrayed him. "Your people raid city's of the coast's... taking what they want." Adoran muttered teasingly into the big barbarian's ear, one hand one that broad shoulder. "It has been a long time, I have not been with a woman since..." Sinfen's voice trailed off abruptly, and his glared at the dark warrior. "You know what you want. Why don't you take it?" Adoran whispered teasingly as the two of them admired the sleek naked form of the sexy elf. "I take what I will, when I will." Sinfen panted hoarsely, his massively muscled body shuttering violently in suppressed desires. Lylyvela was bent over scrubbing his calves, it was almost to much for the big barbarian. Quickly he looked away of that tempting ass, only to find Adoran on the other side. The dark man was sitting on the bottom his head just out of the water, even with Sinfen's hard jutting cock. Remembering how the lean man had taunted him, Sinfen decided to take a measure of revenge on him. "I take what I will, when I will." Sinfen growled, pushing his hard cock through the water at the dark man's face. He stopped within only inch's of Adoran's lip's, but the lean man had not flinched away as he had expected. Suddenly two lean golden arm's reached around his waist, one hand reached down an cupped his pulsing cock. The other grasped Adoran's wet hair an pulled the dark warrior's mouth onto Sinfen's rigid cock. Sinfen looked on in shock as the graceful delicate elf pulled Adoran's head forward, until the dark warrior's lip's were pressed against his body. "AHHAoha!" The barbarian groaned in pleasure, as Adoran's lip's disappeared into his wry blond pubic hair. "You've not been with a woman since?" Lylyvela inquired caressing Sinfen's hairy stomach an chest, as the big barbarian vainly tried to keep himself from humping Adoran's hot mouth. "I... Please... I... I... You must... make him s..sst..stopp." Sinfen stuttered thrusting forward involuntarily, fucking the dark mans face roughly. "Whats the matter?" Lylyvela asked teasingly, his small golden body burning hot against the barbarian's pale white skin. "I haven't been... haven't taken pleasure... haven't." "Tell me all about it." Lylyvela whispered hugging Sinfen tightly, the barbarian could feel the elf's hard cock pressing against his buttock's. "Our ship's went out a raiding as always, my brother's boat didn't come back such sometimes is fate. That winter the ArchMage asked for our warriors to kill a great sea worm for him, in payment he gave us all beautiful women to do with as we please, we took them as hearty warrior's will. They were most willing, and we used them most thoroughly." Sinfen panted as the dark mans mouth suckled on his long needy cock with uppermost skill. "Yes, Yes, go on." Lylyvela whispered as he parted the big warrior's asscheek's, and slipped his slender golden cock between them. "It was then the ArchMage reveled that these women, were really the men of our lost ship. He changed them back as... we.. as I...I." Sinfen sobbed in regret and pent up lust his strong hip battering Adoran's face now. "As you did what?" The elf inquired pushing his pulsing cock head against the huge barbarian's tiny puckered asshole, hot pre-cum easing the way for that pointed cock head. "I... I fucked... I didn't know... I force fucked h... him." He screamed, as the elf's long slender cock thrust balls deep into him, the barbarian not resisting it. He hung suspended between the deviant ecstasy of Adoran's mouth, and the agony of Lylyvela's arduously unnatural penetration. The comely elf began thrusting gently into him, driving Sinfen's aching cock in an out of Adoran's velvety suckling lip's. "Are you enjoying yourself?" The impishly elf asked impertinently, as he buggered the massive warrior slowly. "Adoran's a most competent an acquiescent fellatix. He's been sucking my cock for over twenty year's now." Lylyvela snickered wantonly pulling the dark warrior's head up an down Sinfen's lengthy fucker forcefully. The big barbarian could only moan hoarsely as he bounced back an forth, between the sensual indulgence in front of him to the orgiastic gratification captivating his firm ass. That hedonistic gratification owned him he realized, he was it's impotent thrall. The good-looking elf's lithe effeminate appearance an prissy aspect was a trap, promising to give it's self to you for your pleasure, but really drawing you close so it could take it's pleasure in you. He was captive to that pleasure, the pleasure his violated body gave to the handsome virile elven warrior. The pleasure the elf's lord's lengthy cock disseminate through his quivering asshole, he was it's slave even the pleasure of Adoran's mouth mastered him. His will wasn't even strong enough to get him out of another man's mouth, much less to get the beautiful titillated enjoining elven warrior out of his spasming body. Orgasm racked the big barbarian's huge muscled body, leaving him whimpering in incoherent pleasure. He found himself pounding Adoran's face with his lean hard stomach ramming his thick cock as deep as it would go into the dark warrior's suckling mouth. The next thing Sigfen knew his face was pressing into Adoran's crotch, as the dark man's big prick slid in an out of his mouth. He wasn't sure how it had happened, he remember Lylyvela's strong hand's bending him forward then...? *** "But my lord, I am a healer." Lorn protested as strongly as he dared, the merchant was a man of ill temper. "I am aware of that, as am I aware of the orders you were given." Fenuis snapped, he was losing patients with this overly righteous healer. "But I have a... a magic that can heal even these terrible wounds." Lorn explained, as if the merchant was simply not understanding what he was saying. "Oh really? An what might that be?" Fenuis inquired softly, it was the first time the healer was willing to share his secrets. "A magical ring that can regrow lost or damaged flesh." The healer explained, hating to tell the greedy merchant about his most prized tool. "I've heard of such ring's, it is very powerful magic." The merchant admitted slowly, greed glittering in his beady dark eyes. "It should be in the hand's of the caravan leader, as it is he who must decide what is best for everyone under his command!" Fenuis snarled softly, obvious wanting the ring for himself alone. "NO!" "On pain of death Lorn. I am the lord of this caravan, an I'll run it as I see fit. Now give me the ring and leave me be." Lorn left the merchant's tent grimly shaking his head at Fenuis's greed and cruel unreasonableness. "Any luck?" Thorval asked hopelessly, as he saw the healer coming out of the merchants tent. "No you were right he won't let me restore their manhood." Lorn exclaimed disgustedly, feeling hopeless and dispirited at what had happened. "What are you going to do now?" "I think I'll take a walk to clear my head." Lorn growled in disgust storming off into the night, leaving Thorval behind. "Good idea let off a little steam." Thorval called as the healers back as Lorn vanished into the darkness around the camp. *** "It always amazes me how even the biggest toughest warrior's, become so obliging docile once you get a stiff cock up their butt's." Lylyvela observed to no one in particular with a wide leering smirk, as Lorn violently rammed his throbbing fucker balls deep into Sinfen's spasming body. The big moaning barbarian was draped over a rock amid stream, as the pale young healer pounded his buttock's aggressively. Adoran was still deep in the blond barbarian's throat, as Lylyvela watching from the water gently stroking his own slowly hardening cock. "It never fails, the more masculine they act the more obliging effeminate they become." He chuckled, as his long thin cock arose stiffly out of the cooled running water. "I'll bet the lady knight's not enjoying her bath as much as we're enjoying ours." Lylyvela giggled lewdly as he watched the trio rutting lustfully in front of him. A dark figure moved silently through the blackness of Quindern forest, pausing by the waters edge. He watched a gigantic horse like creature slowly lower a buxom dark haired woman on to it's monumental equine fucker. A broad shouldered blond woman knelt between it's leg's, licked and sucked the enormous creature's hulking ball's. So strange and erotic was the site it stirred a part of his mind unused for many years, but the leather, wood and whale bone that now made up his body was uninterested. Silently he cursed his inanimate body, an the wizard who had trapped his soul in it. He watched the big equine pleasure scepter sliding slowly into the black haired beauty's shapely contorting body, with less than half of Aloysuie's massive filly fucker deeply enthroned in her body. Ariel opened her mouth sure that at any moment his big round cock head was going to fuck out of it. Aloysuie generously guided Darla's delightfully pleasurable mouth to Ariel's tiny exposed love button. Wrenching a husky guttural groan from deep in Ariel's quivering breast, Aloysuie's soft mobile lip's and rough copious tongue teased her nipple's. As he languidly sank his immense masculinity in and out of her petite little pleasure cavity. Torture by his distinctly vivid memory's of the graphic carnal pleasure, such sensually voluptuous flesh could provide. The assassin turned away amazed at the pain and the fury, such memory's invoked in him, he wanted badly to destroy something and to kill then. In blind rage he ripped a stiletto from it's sheath, and in one quick motion drove it to the hilt between his leg's. The long silver handle jutted out from his groin like an excited cock! "Yes." Kill someone gradually, with a dagger slowly pushing the blade in and out, he began to slowly pull his dagger from it's sheath. 'No... these aren't the target, don't waste your time on them.' The logical part of his mind told him flatly, quickly but soundlessly he hurried on down stream, lusting for the man he was to kill. It had been a interesting story he thought, trying to get his mind back on the business at hand. The cult had claimed their death god was upset that this man had been allowed to live so long, he would be hard to kill they claim, only by severing his head and burning his body could he truly die. The dark elven priest whispered that this man was the legendary King of Tamoran, the land of death the land death swallowed. If that were true then the man was over a thousand years old, and a warrior King of great skill, it was a challenge Marsalus could not refuse. Challenges, an conquering his foes were one of the few pleasures the assassin could still enjoy. No longer being able to taste, smell, or feel, his inanimate body didn't ever have genitals. 'I killed that bastard much to quickly.' He thought, remembering how easily the enchanter who trapped his soul had died on a single blades thrust. 'He's gone, and I'm still trapped here in this pile of refuses.' The assassin raged silently to himself, as he stalked the dark forest, his prey was near the magic told him that. Sated for the moment Adoran waded ashore, and began drying himself with a ragged old wool cloak. The twang of the tiny hand crossbow was almost inaudible over the babbling stream, the deadly dart flew swiftly across the clearing directly at his naked back. Spinning the dark man swung the heavy old cloak like a whip, snaring the miniature bolt in it's thick fold's. Instantly he lunged for his sword belt that lay atop his clothes, ripping a broad sword from it's sheath with one hand, he drew a wide curved short sword with the other. His attacker stepped silently from the forest shadows, he was clad in green's and browns that blended perfectly with the darkening woods. "Time to die lord of Tamoran." The assassin rasped hollowly, as two daggers seemed to appear in his black gloved hand's. Adoran smiled mockingly at those words, and stepped up naked to meet his foe. "I've heard that boast before." "You will never hear it again." Marsalus promised, as he stalked forwards this man was calm far to calm for one who had just been attacked suddenly. "That's ok I've grown rather fond of it." Adoran chuckled, the two warriors had been edging closer and closer together as they spoke, now they attacked blades and hand's moving to fast for the eye to follow. The clatter of steel on steel filled the glade, catching the attention of Lylyvela the elf leaping up. Sinfen and Lorn were far to deep in the throes of passion to take notice, even of this action taking places so close. Lylyvela scrambled up the bank for his bow, but Sinfen couldn't will himself to break away from Lorn's deep pumping cock. Even to defend his life, he realized that if the Orc's ever found him in this condition, he would end up being their fuck slave until their grew tired of his subservient debauchery, or until their brutal molestations finely fucked him to death. Sinfen shuddered at the thought of being ravished by an entire tribe of fifthly savage Orc's. As Lorn relentlessly rammed his throbbing inflamed asshole, the big barbarian closed his eye's imagining he was the object of a huge horny Orc's lust. Adoran caught a heavy blade on the basket hilt of his broad sword, turning a side a second slash with his short sword. He ran the thick blade through his attacker's chest, even as the assassin aimed a deadly slash at his neck. The wraith spun away from that murderous attack, ripping his short sword free as he did so. Marsalus charged after his elusive prey, but found a whirling wall of steel, heedlessly he waded right into it. Seeing no blood on his short sword, and observing that the normally fatal wound wasn't even slowing his adversary down. Adoran quickly changed strategies hewing and cleaving, instead of his customary precision cut's and thrust's. He landed a savage cut to his attacker's shoulder that would have severed a typical man's arm. This only got his sword blade seized in the hard wood and thick leather that made up the assassin's body, a dagger blade drove at his naked groin, Adoran quickly released the hilt of his broad sword. Grabbing the assassin's wrist, as the razor sharp blade pushed closer and closer to his testicles. Twisting he used the assassin's own incredible strength to throw him away, the killer rolled to his feet and instantly sprang back into the fight, not giving his antagonist a second's breathing room. They crashed together once again, Adoran ducking and fending off the killer's deadly attacks with stunning grace. Grasping the hilt of his broad sword he wrenched it free, scoring another hit this time on the assassin's knee. The two warrior's took a step back pausing to examine one another, a silvery sheen of sweat glistened on the wraith's rippling muscles, but he was breathing normally. Marsalus of course wasn't breathing at all, he bowed limberly, while with a supple flick of his wrist's he sent both dagger's flashing through the air. Adoran swatted one out of the air with his broad sword, as he twisted out of the path of the other. In one swift motion Marsalus drew a wicked looking hand ax, and a broad bladed short sword. Springing back into the fight, he hammer at the wraith's defense's, bludgeoning them aside, he aimed a vicious chop at Adoran's chest. A long silver arrow smacked into his forearm, knocking the ax cut wide. Never slowing his attack Marsalus launched the ax at Lylyvela, ever as he stabbed at Adoran's groin again. "I'm going to cut those off, and feed them to that elf." Marsalus swore, plucking the arrow out of his forearm and carelessly tossing it aside. "It wouldn't be the first time he's had them in his mouth." Adoran admitted with a faint smirk the dark man was clearly enjoying this fight. The whirling ax spun through the air neatly clipping Lylyvela's bow string in two, with a twang the longbow sprang straight, the sinew string popping the elf's naked body like a whip. The wraith's heavy bladed short sword bit deeply into the assassin's forearm, wedging solidly, snarling like and enraged beast Marsalus ripped it from Adoran's grasp. Wrenching it loose he swung it in a low deadly arc aimed at the wraith's right knee, catching one blade with his broad sword, he skipped his leg up out of the way. Feeling the tip of the short sword kiss the back side of his thigh as he did so. Ducking in he grasped the silver hilt between the assassin's leg's, yanking the long bladed stiletto out of Marsalus's crotch. "You have no need of this decoration... I see." Adoran mocked the assassin, having noticed that emotions were the one thing this creature had that seemed to be vulnerable. Enraged Marsalus unleashed a torrent of blows, that would have put most fighters back on they're heel's. The wraith just stood his ground, not try to parry the heavy slashes blow for blow. But sliding and skipping the powerful attacks off his carefully angled weapon's, enraged all the more at his opponent's seemingly effortless counter's, and his own inability to draw the man's blood. Marsalus abandon even the pretense of defense, and hurled himself head long into an all out attack. Defecting two powerful slashes, and their return cuts, Adoran in that split second between attacks, lashed out with a savage straight on kick. That caught the assassin in the midriff, sending him flying back into the stream. Marsalus was on his feet at once in the swirling waist deep water, preparing to once again go on the attack. When Lylyvela ran to Adoran's side, laying aside his useless bow he now held his glittering long sword. Against and ordinary opponent the assassin would have thought nothing of going up against seven or even ten warrior's. With one arm hanging loose and a knee trying to buckle, he decided this... this wraith was just to good. Climbing out of the swift waters, he quickly disappeared into the shadowy forest. "What was that?" Lylyvela breathed, rubbing his sore body where the cut bow string had whipped it. "A new enemy it would seem." The wraith said slowly, his brow furrowed in deep thought as he starred after the assassin. "Undead?" "Not exactly... something like I've never seen." Off to the right Sinfen grunted, spraying another load down the side of the rock he was bent over, Lorn thrusting wildly disgorged his passion and frustration's in the gigantic barbarian's tiny quivering asshole. "Worry's for another day." Adoran said clapping the elf's naked shoulder, and turning back to the stream with a grin. Lylyvela ran his hand up an down the length of the dark man's long throbbing cock, it was slick and wet with the wraith's glittering pre-cum. "And it just so happen's we had an opening!" Lylyvela smiled lewdly as Lorn pulled out and sagged back into the swirling waters. *** A shower of thick frothy white stallion passion shot across her heaving spasming body, amazing Ariel with it's sheer volume, it was the fourth such load Aloysuie had delivered in an hour. Making her wonder if the enormous horse man's massive testicles were bottemless, his long shiny pink fucker jutted out from his powerful body, arching gracefully downward like a stallion's neck. One last big glistening drop hung suspended on the tip of it's blunt head, sitting up Ariel licked it off, and sucked the last little bit out of the distended tube of his prolific urethra. The taste of the huge horse man's cum was like ambrosia she decided licking her lip's. "How was that?" Darla breath into her ear, making the black hair woman shiver in pleasure. "Nectar of the god's!" Ariel grunted huskily, turning to share a long hot kiss with the Lady Knight. "Mind if I partake?" "Help yourself!" Ariel answered pushing Darla's head down her cum slick stomach, to the spunk foutaining from her throbbing loin's. Her earlier denial's not with standing, the lady knight was proving to have a very talented tongue. A most talented tongue indeed Ariel decided grinding her cunt against Darla's hot probing mouth, Aloysiue quickly moved around behind the kneeling licking lady knight, and guided his hard equine love muscle into her cum drenched pleasure cavity. Ariel watched in amazement, as without pause the huge man stallion began pleasuring his lady mare once again. If he keep's this up we'll never go back to camp she thought. 'But then I could happily spend the rest of my life right here just like this, being one of Aloysiue's herd mares.' This unbidden thought was a shocking realization for her, but she realized true all the same. "Ahahiii!" Darla whimpered as Aloysuie's hard stomach pounded against her upraised buttock's, Ariel goggled in amazement, as the gigantic horseman's lengthy arched fucker disappeared with ease into the lady knight. Barely half the prodigious equine pleasure scepter would fit into her own tingling love cavity. "How does she manage it?" Ariel gasped softly, as the lady knight took it all, and moaned for more as she slammed her lean rump back to meet Aloysiue's powerful thrust's. "Now... Oha by the god's yes... yes... yes give it to me, give it all to me NOW!" Darla growled her voice low and husky with passion, Aloysiue gave a whinny of satisfaction as he felt her heel's pounding on his driving flank's. "Oh yes! Oh fuck! Oh lover what a magnificent.... MAGNIFICENT LOVER!" She shrieked breathlessly, Aloysiue gripped her thigh's yanking her viciously against his hard muscled body. As he pounded his massive cock into her quivering love cavity like a pile driver, when the spasms of release blasted through Darla's thickly muscled body, she arch her back even farther. Her cunt convulsed and contracted around Aloysuie's huge cock, milking the great equine pleasure scepter. Aloysiue strained at every muscle, as he poured his scalding stallion spunk into her convulsing pussy. His massive hand's clutched her clenched ass cheek's, as his hairy hip's churned brutally against them. And then suddenly the lady knight was screaming her way to climax, he held it balls deep in her until he had at last stopped spurting, and the last of her shutters died away. With a whicker of blissful satisfaction Aloysuie hauled his huge glistening fucker out, proudly resting the still rigid mare poker beside Darla's head, on Ariel's cum soaked thigh's. Ariel found herself licking and sucking the horseman's immense dangling ball's, she was quickly joined by Darla, and a rivalry soon developed as to who could take more of his glistening cock into they're throat's. Winning this contest Ariel pushed Darla's mouth down onto his massive swinging testicles, taking as much of him in as she could, Ariel pumped her hand's up and down the long slippery shaft of his throbbing member. As Ariel concentrated harder and harder on getting Aloysiue's expansive cock off, Darla found herself pushed lower once again. Her face slipping between Aloysiue's bulbous buttock's, he snorted and shivered as her tongue circled his tightly pluckered donut. It was a situation and position the princess could never have imaged herself being in, an abominable act she would never, could never believe herself capable of performing for a man's pleasure, ever under the cruelest of tortures. Much less willingly even lovingly performing without reserve for her warhorse's pleasure, she pressed her lip's tightly against the huge round doughnut of his taboo orifice, spearing her tongue past his spasming sphincter. A great gusty sigh exploded from his lung's, and his whole body quivered an spasmed, it was almost to much for Aloysuie, his two lady mare's were doing thing's to pleasure him. He had never dreamed of having a female do, Darla grasped his dangling testicles and pulled herself up tighter with them. The princess's tongue speared up his ass, causing him to nicker in ecstasy and plunge his powerful hip's forward. Ariel drove her head downward at the same time, impaling her face and throat with the full length of his immense cock shaft. Aloysuie's buttock's closed tightly around Darla's face, as every muscle in his powerful body spasmed an tensed. With a shuddering sigh Aloysuie ejaculated great globs of his thick greasy equine semen, spurting it all down her gagging throat, he filled her stomach with his hot frothing lust. She couldn't breath with that immense horse salami deep her throat, but she couldn't bring herself to spit it out either. So franticly she swallowed gulping down more an more, of the hot creamy liquid lunch, as the lady knight's tongue fucked his asshole, Aloysiue found himself pumping out an almost unending torrent steaming milky horse cream. He watched Ariel's eye's grow bigger and bigger as she fervently gulped and sucked, realizing her plight he gently began pulling his gigantic fucker out of her, spewing scalding hot stallion lust all the way. When his copious stream's of equine liquid love had at last become just a faint trickle, Ariel pulled the dazed princess Darla's face from between Aloysuie's hairy buttock's, and to her for a long sticky kiss. Sharing her last mouth full of stallion love with the thunderstruck lady knight. Aloysuie swept them both up in a tremendous hug, his soft moble lip's an long rough tongue work passionately on they're body's. It was about then they heard the ring of steel on steel, from down stream. Diving under the water Darla swam to the rocky bank, and quickly dried herself with Aloysiue's blanket. Hurriedly she pulled on her padded tunic and a chain mail shirt. "Get Ariel and my gear back to camp safely lover." She said pausing to give the horseman along passionate kiss, that gave him a taste of his own salty spunk. "I'll see what kind of trouble we've got." She called over her shoulder, as she buckled on her sword belt an hurried off into the darkening forest. The clatter was such that it sounded as if a dozen men were fighting all out, not wanting to be ambushed she moved silently, through the thickest cover she could find along the creek bank. She arrived to find a very bizarre spectacle, the wraith naked save for a glistening sheen of sweat, was engaged in a disorienting dance of attack and parry with his attacker. The mistake if it was a mistake was impossible to see, one second the assassin was cutting an thrusting the next he was flying through the air. Adoran's long muscular leg catching him in the pit of the stomach, launched him into the stream. Leaping out immediately, he moved as if to attack once again, Darla drew her sword, and started the dark man's aid, but with Lylyvela closing in from one side and Adoran on the other. The assassin decided to make a strategic retreat, turning he disappear into the forest. With the fight over Darla noticed Sinfen and the young healer from camp, as they were both groaning loudly in orgasm they were hard to miss. Lylyvela grasped the wraith's long oozing cock pumping his hand up an down the slick fucker. "As it just so happens we have an opening." Lylyvela grunted pulling Lorn's exhausted body away from the barbarian's dripping ass, and guiding Adoran's slick fucker into it. The dark man hammer Sinfen's red oozing asshole, as Lylyvela moved over to sit with the gasping Lorn. In seconds he had the young healer sucking on his deep plunging cock, the elf clearly enjoying the healer. "I'm feeling better already healer." The lean beautiful elfin warrior chuckled fucking the young man's mouth lustfully. "I got to keep that elf away from Aloysiue." Darla whispered quietly to herself as she watched the sexy elf enjoy himself. 'Something tales my that little elfin slut could seduce a cardinal abbot.' The Lady Knight was surprised to find it so intensely arousing, watching these men pleasure each other. 'I guess I'd better go back to camp and warn Thorval about the wraith's attacker.' She thought as she watched Lylyvela push Lorn over on his back, and straddle his face humping it like was a woman's sweet pleasure cavity. *** Kengar made his report to the King and court as quickly as he could, as he wasn't about to tell what little he knew it didn't take long. He immediately headed back to his tower, planning to spent the day with Raileen while the King was holding court. That thought had his long cock hard an throbbing against his lean stomach. As he walked hurriedly down the west gallery, a young page caught his arm. "Master Kengar might I speak with you a moment?" "If you can speak while you walk, I am very busy." Kengar growl in frustration at being kept away from Raileen any longer that he already had. "Of... of course good master Mage." The youth stammered nervously as he struggled to keep pace with the swiftly walking magic user. "Well?" Kengar snapped hurrying on his way as the youth, trailed after him most annoyingly. "I... I bare a message from ol' Prosporo the seer." The page call hurrying after the swiftly striding Mage, who looked very angry and upset for some reason. "I am aware of his profession. What is the message?" "He instructed me to repeat it only to you and only in private." Kengar glanced around the empty gallery, and glared at the stubborn youth. Flinging his arm's out he quickly chanted his spell, a glittering globe instantly encircled them. "There we are as private as we are likely to get, short of being in my casting chamber. Now what does that old fool want?" "He ...He sez that there is a great evil afoot in the kingdom." "He is right. What of it?" "He asks that you meet him in the pumping chamber of the cistern under the city at once!" "What the old loon can't wait until midnight of some other bizarre hour?" Kengar asked folding his hand's over his aching hard-on, and slowly rocking back an forth. "He asks that you come as quickly as possible." The young page insisted, his eyes widening as he began to realize the Mages aroused state. "Tell me lad have you known the seer long?" "For over three year's, it was he who saw to my appointment as a royal page." The youth boasted proudly, clearly not knowing what was said about such pages. "Then you should know what to do with this." Kengar snarled pulling out his raging hard-on, the page immediately dropped to his knee's, and took the big cock into his mouth sucking on it languidly. "Faster." Kengar hissed, his voice tinged with guilt and self loathing at his own actions. "We mustn't keep your master waiting." He said sneering, as much at himself as the young catamite kneel subserviently in front of him, grasping the young man's head, he rode his fawning mouth hard and fast. Taking his frustration's and lust's out on the sycophantic young catamite's compliant mouth. Adam was somewhat surprised by the turn of event's, he'd been a royal page for sometime. So thought he knew every noble or prominent official who craved the pleasure's of a man's mouth, if only by other page's tales or the notables reputation. Still he had never heard Kengar mentioned in any of the tale's, and any page would proudly brag of servicing the Mage. Tonight in the dormitory, he certainly planned to do so, knowing that the celebrity such a connection brought, would win him the services of anyone in the dormitory he wanted. For the night as least, maybe longer if he could get the Mage to use him again. He ran a hand up the Mage's thigh to his heavy ball sac stroking the soft sensitive skin lightly. "You are well trained." Kengar panted heavily, at the youth pleasuring him in this empty side corridor. His own cock was straining at the fabric of his jerkin's, so Adam reached down and took it out. Lubricated by his own oozing pre-cum Adam found his hand literally flew up an down his slick fucker. "You seem to be enjoying yourself." Kengar sneered, more a taunt at himself then a comment on Adam's masturbation, with his lean stomach beating brutally against the catamites face. Kengar yield up what the youth's imploring lip's seemed to so desperately hunger for. With a disgusted whimper Kengar hammered his spurting cock down the youth's throat, Adam took it all, and even licked an sucked harder when the Mage had stopped spurting to get his last few drop's. And then he opened his mouth an gasped, shooting his own frothy load across the floor. "You had best clean that up before anyone happens by." The wizard mumbled sheepishly sliding his limp cock back into his robe in shame at what he'd just done. "Yes master." Adam panted dropping down onto all four's, he stammered timidly. "Master my name is Adam, if you ever need anything... I beg you please call on me once more, it is my fondest desire to service your pleasure's." To ashamed and humiliated to say anything, Kengar dis-spell the globe and hurried away, leaving the lad he had just debauched carrying out his last order, licking his own salt cum off the smooth marble floor. Getting to the cistern required negotiating a maze of tunnel's an aqueduct's under the city, as Kengar had been there before he simply pictured it in his mind and cast his teleport spell. He instantly found himself standing along the edge of the massive reservoir just where he had pictured, off in the darkness to his right he could hear the rhythmic squeaking and pounding of the pumps. Relentlessly pumping water up from the great under ground river that flowed deep beneath the city, whispering a quick spell he surrounded himself with continual light. Aware that more than one troll and lizard man had been killed down here. He fingered the black obsidian ring on his right hand, with only a thought it would let him blast out a great fan of deadly flame from his finger's. The pump house had been build out over a huge shaft, that had been sunk to provide access to the water's below. The pump house had no doors, and Kengar could see a dim light flickering with in. He walked carefully across the narrow rail-less catwalk, intensely aware of the long drop just inches away. They're was a faint sound of movement from with in the pump house, and a guff old voice growled. "Who be ye?" "It is I Kengar, you sent for me." You old loon he added silently within his on mind as he strolled closer. "Are ye alone?" "Yes." The Mage snarled, wondering just how crazy the seer had become since the last time they had met. "Ye weren't followed?" "Of course not." "Come on in then." Kengar entered the room to find the old man leaning a heavy crossbow in the corner. "Thank the god's Adam found ye, it's good to see ye lad." "I was never your lad." The Mage corrected harshly, he didn't want the old man to think there was a fondness between them. "I always wished ye were." "Yes, I remember. The next time you see Adam apologize to him for me, he caught me at a very bad time. I'm afraid I was... most... errr unkind to him." Kengar admitted chagrin and remorse twisting his heart, as he thought of his lean hip's battering the youth's handsome face. "Yes, yes of course I'll do so." The old seer promised vaguely, his mond clearly on some other more weighty matter. "Do you even know how to use that thing old man?" Kengar asked, pointing to the heavy crossbow that the seer had set aside. "I was young once." The grizzled old seer grunted gruffly as he looked at the heavy crossbow. "Walked the city walls, even patrolled the causeway. Before I discovered my abilities." "I see, now what is this all about?" The Mage growled feeling himself growing angry with the old pervert he knew the seer to be. "The card's say that prince Rhanlan is not dead, and that he and the King are in grave danger. There are at least two plotting to subjugate the prince under themselves, and still others who plot to murder the King." "So what are you doing down here?" Kengar exclaimed hotly, thinking the old fool should be warning the captain of the palace guard not himself. "One of the plotter's came to me for a reading, I think he suspects I saw more than I was meant to. They're only two diviner's in this whole city, who might have the power to uncover these plot's. Myself and the Cardinal abbot Llewellyn, but he's to busy taking woman into his holy of holies. To ever uncover what I have seen, on his own." "So who was this plotter?" Kengar asked pointedly as the old seer jumped and looked around wildly as if he'd heard something. "The King's own... What was that?" The old seer whispered grabbing up his crossbow, an scurrying to the doorway to peer out into the dimness. "Damn they've found me." The old man exclaimed turning to glare at Kengar, who threw up his hands and growled back. "It wasn't me I teleported down here. One of your lad's maybe." Kengar growled sarcastically as he joined the seer at the door was spotting movement in the darkness. "Prosporo come out, Gerald and I wish to see you old man." "Master No he mean's to kiEEELLIII!." Gerald's warning was cut off as one of his masked captor's burly warrior's, kicked him hard between the leg's then beat the gagging youth senseless. "So much for that." The masked figure standing at the edge of the cistern growled, clearly not heppy by the turn of events. "Go get the old bastard, and bring him to me." The warrior's started out across the catwalk, quickly the old man ducked out the door. His crossbow twanged, and the heavy bolt buried it's self in the chest of the first warrior. Sending him tumbling into the abyss, the others charged forward as the old man ducked back inside to reload. From the back of the room Kengar released his spell, seven shining bolt's of magical energy flew out to they're target's. Knocking three huge fighter's screaming into the abyss, the rest scrambled back off the catwalk take what cover they could find. "Enough of this foolishness Cortu go get that troublesome old man." A huge hairy warrior lumbered out on to the catwalk drawing an enormous butcher's cleaver of a sword. Prosporo leaned around the door frame an fired another bolt, the old seer's aim was true yet again, this bolt hitting right in the center of the big fighter's chest. The brute flinched, and gave a high pitched squeal when the bolt hit him, reaching up he gave a second high pitched squeal as he pulled the bolt out an cast it aside. "Damn, damn, damn." The old man swore, ducking back around the door and cranking his crossbow as fast as possible. Kengar readied his next spell trying the think of the prefect animal representation for the big brute. "Aha it suit's him perfectly." The Mage muttered releasing his spell, the huge warrior squeal once more stumbling, he dropped his sword an seemed to rapidly melt and shift. Until only a big hairy boar stood on the catwalk, snorting an pawing the rough stone. Kengar's smile of triumph quickly melted away however, when the boar began to blur and shift becoming a huge man like boar creature. "A were boar." The Mage exclaimed between gritted teeth, this was not good at all. "No wonder that image fit him so prefectly." On the bridge Cortu stopped to retrieve his sword, then grinning an drooling he lumbered forward once more. He was close enough now, throwing out his hand Kengar triggered the magic of his ring, five sheet's of flame fanned out from his finger's, engulfing the hapless were hog. The smell of roast pork drifted into the pump house followed by the scent of burning leather. "Damn that's making me hungry." Prosporo swore as he slipped another heavy bolt into his crossbow. "Well it's not quite done yet, but I'll try to save you a bit of bacon." The Mage snarled sarcastically as the creature lurched back down the catwalk, heading for the water of the reservoir. It was not to be however, the were boar stumbled an fell to the ground rolling an contorted wildly for a second. And then fell prostrate, still smoldering and roasting in his own juice's. A rain of arrow's flew through the doorway, fortunately Mage's learn to duck behind cover early in their profession or they never learn anything ever again. "That's it let's finish this." Kenger rasped chanting a spell and crushing a bit of bat gwano between his long thin finger's. A tiny incandescent speck shot out the door, expanding it size as it flew down the catwalk, by the time it reached the end of the catwalk, it was as big as a man's head. It swept past the cowering mercenaries, flying toward the dark figure at the reservoir's edge. As big as a wagon wheel now, and in less than fifteen yard's from him. It suddenly took a right turn floating out over the water, where it exploded with aloud concussion. "Your full of surprise's old man, but I've got a few of my own." The shadowy figure called after the fire ball's echo's die away, pulling a slender wand from his sleeve, he sent a lightning bolt smashing into the pump house. Smoke poured from the timber's of the room's ceiling, that had been set alit by the lightening. "Can ye get us out of here mage?" Old prosporo inquired cringing in a corner by the door shaltered from the arrows. "I already used my teleportion spell today. If I'd known I was going into battle, I'd have studied it twice. I have my return to sanctuary spell, but it would only carry me." A second lightning bolt struck the pump house, blasting out part of the stone wall. Stepping over to the hole the old seer fired another quick shot, but the heavy bolt dropped just short of they're attacker. Emboldened by their master's attack's, the mercenaries were slowly creeping back out on to the catwalk. "Stubborn bastard's." Kengar swore fumbling though his component's, at last finding what he needed, and quickly intoned his incantation. A gold light blasted from his hand's, running along the catwalk like a mass of writhing golden snake's. Half way between the pump house, and the mercenaries the stone's of the walk crumbled an fell away into the churning abyss. "Why didn't you just blast the warrior's?" Old Prosporo asked wearily as he panted for breath slowly cranking his crossbow. "Because it's not real!" Kengar snapped really angry at finding himself in the tight spot at this time. "It's just an illusion." He mumbled through clenched teeth, another lightning bolt rocked the now burning pump house. "Can't you do something about him?" "He's wearing a ring of spell turning. Didn't you see my fireball?" "I guess it's up to me then." The old man grinned wildly, he ducked out the door and running down the catwalk to the illusion’s edge. "No!" Kengar snapped diving forward, he just missed grabbing the back of the old man's tunic. A lightning bolt exploded into the catwalk just behind the old man, as he ran to the edge of Kengar's illusion. Dropping to one knee the old seer steady his aim, and squeezed the trigger of the crossbow. The shadowy figure of they're attack stumbled back screaming in pain and rage, as the heavy crossbow bolt slammed into his shoulder. "Damn the old fool got him." Kengar exclaimed under his breath, his elated surprise quickly turned to despair as two, five, nine arrow's thudded into the old man's body, without a sound the old seer toppled off the catwalk an into the abyss. "Shit!" The Mage swore quickly casting his return to sanctuary spell, he disappeared only to instantly reappearing in the safety of his casting chamber. Throwing open the door, he quickly descended the stair's calling for Angus and Elwood. He met them coming up the stair's with another guardsmen, he didn't recall being assigned to him. They all looked nervous and fugitive as he hurried down the stair's to them. "You... called for us Sir." Angus asked quietly. "Yes I want the two of you fully armed an armored immediately." Like all guardsmen not actively guarding the outer wall or the King they were dressed in soft padded leather uniform's. "Our mail and helmet's are in the barracks." Angus explained, looking confused and more than a little frightened by the Mages strange behavior. "Go get them and all your belonging your moving into the tower." Kengar ordered a stunned Angus and Elwood who exchanged gleefully smiles. "Yes my lord." They both exclaimed at once snapping to attention and looking at each other oddly. "Who are you?" The Mage asked the third guardsman, who was very nervous and sweaty. "I... I'm Qenton of the palace guard's." The young guardsmen stuttered, obviously flustered to be talking to the Mage in person. "He's a friend of Elwood's and I who just stopped by to say hello." Angus supplied quickly looking over at Elwood who was nodding his head quickly. "When you return to the palace, warn your captain that there maybe a plot, or several plot's afoot to harm the king." Kengar warn and then immediately regretted it, as he wasn't sure who his enemies were. "My lord?" "Tell him I learned of this from ol' prosporo the seer." "Yes..Yes mmy lord mage." The astonished young guardsmen stuttered starting for the door. "Tell him he is to tell no one, but the King where he learn of this." "Yes, my lord mage." The guardsmen agreed anxiously looking like he wanted to run away from the mad Mage. "I am going to have a talk with the Cardinal abbot Llewellyn." The Mage informed Angus quietly, as he wave the young palace guardsmen off. "If anything happens to me you and Elwood must safeguard the Cardinal abbot's life. He is the only one who can uncover the plot's against the King. Gather your thing's and meet me back here as quickly as you can." The mage called as he walked out the door, following the young palace guardsman down the stairs. FIN

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