Return of Dark Dragon

by PJ

 

 

Chapter 2

 

The following night, Rodger, Victoria and the raiders walked steadily

northeast to the city of Rapids.  The travelers stayed within sight of the

mighty Green Water river, and used the gleaming stars to navigate.  Rodger's

men had encountered no soldiers of the Royal Army, nor patrols from Rapids'

garrison.  The bandit leader ordered scouts to proceed ahead of the main group,

to insure that he did not encounter any unwelcome travel parties.  The night

passed uneventfully, and Victoria remarked that they should reach Rapids by the

following dawn.  As the sun began to ascend in the east, Rodger began telling

the men to make a discreet camp.  The raven-haired Elf woman alerted Rodger as

a group of mounted soldiers approached from the southwest.

 

"Those look like soldiers from Elm," remarked Rodger casually.

 

"What are they doing so far from home?" asked Victoria with concern.

 

"They must have picked up our trail near Elven Wood and followed us here,"

replied Rodger as he drew his long sword and signaled his men to him.  "Men, I

want everyone to spread out and keep to the ground.  I'll keep the leader busy,

then give you the signal to attack.  Go now!"

 

Rodger's bandits moved quickly to obey their leader, spreading out in a

crescent formation, then kneeling low in the surrounding grass.  Rodger gripped

the hilt of his sword tightly in his right hand as he walked forward to greet

the advancing horsemen.  Victoria walked behind and to the left of her lord,

clutching the hilt of her short sword that rested in its sheath.

 

"Hail, fellow travelers!" shouted Rodger as the leader of the riders reined

his steed to a stop.

 

"What is your name and business?" asked the soldier leader gruffly.

 

"My name is Radgar, and I'm escorting these lovely Elven women to the great

city of Rapids, my lord," replied Rodger with an eager grin.

 

"I am Captain Horner, and I command the third mounted squad of the Elm

calvary," declared the horseman tightly.  "My unit came across a burned Elven

village near the border of Elven Wood.  We discovered a series of tracks that

led us to your group, which indicates that you were responsible for the raid.

I'm afraid that you will have to accompany us to Elm for further questioning."

 

The soldier motioned to the twelve men behind him, and they began to encircle

their horses around the clustered group of Elf girls and their guards.  Rodger

waited until they had split up to encircle his slaves, then he impaled his

drawn sword into the ground.  The hidden raiders jumped up from the grass and

charged the surprised horsemen.  Swords gleamed in the dawn's light as the

bandits stabbed and slashed at the soldiers of Elm.  The Elf girls screamed in

fear as blades flashed and chimed, then ran red with blood as the raiders cut

down the uncoordinated soldiers.  The leader of the squad drew his sword as

Rodger ran up to his left flank and stabbed forward with his blade, piercing

his victim's chainmail.  The man screamed in agony, then fell limply from his

steed.  Rodger ran behind the stolid horse, then impaled the fallen warrior's

stomach with his sword until the prone man lay still.  The bandit leader

quickly mounted the snorting horse, then rode quickly to aid his men as they

finished slaying the soldiers that remained around the slaves. 

 

None of the horsemen survived the surprise attack, and Rodger wasted no time

in recovering the abandoned mounts.  The bandits stripped the soldiers of their

weapons and armor, then each claimed a horse for transport.  Victoria rode

slowly towards Rodger on a black stallion, grinning happily.

 

"Now we can travel to Rapids in style," remarked the Elf woman.

 

"No, I don't think so," replied Rodger thoughtfully.  "If the Elm calvary

tracked us down, the Elves won't be far behind.  We won't go to Rapids, it's

too dangerous now."

 

"Then where?" asked Victoria.  "There aren't too many good markets for

slaves."

 

"We'll ride northwest to the Chasm.  I know about a black market camp just

north of Sentinel Keep where we can ditch the Elf bitches and make some gold,"

responded Rodger with a greedy smile.

 

"What about the calvary garrison in Sentinel?  They're even worse than the Elm

troops," said Victoria.

 

"I'll think of something," promised Rodger.

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Emperor Blackheart Darkblade sat pensively on his stone-carven throne as he

awaited the report of his generals.  The darkly handsome man raised a silver

chalice to his lips as the huge double doors of the Audience Chamber opened and

a group of three cloaked soldiers walked to the foot of the throne.

 

"Hail to the Emperor and the Empire!" shouted all three men together.

 

"Report!  What is the status of the army?" asked Blackheart impatiently.

 

"Ten companies of infantry have been assembled and sent to Vanguard Keep,"

replied General Dyth.

 

"That's all!" exclaimed the Emperor.

 

"We're training more recruits now, but it will take time to make them combat

worthy," replied General Zodan.

 

"Very well, the invasion must begin now.  Take the army and lay siege to

Sentinel.  When the fortress has been destroyed, all of King Flannar's western

lands will be ripe for conquest.  Send me regular reports by pigeon with the

status of your attack," commanded Blackheart firmly.

 

"As you wish, my lord," acknowledged all three generals as they bowed

together, then left the large Audience Chamber.

 

"Armies and swords will never give you claim to the rich lands of the east,"

said a soft, husky voice behind the throne.

 

"Gema, haven't I told you never to eavesdrop on my meetings," replied

Blackheart wearily.

 

"How else can I keep up with the news of the empire?" asked Gema as she moved

to stand before her older brother.

 

"I'll tell you what you need to know, woman," retorted the Emperor as he drank

in his sister's beauty.  The young woman had long, fiery, red hair and creamy,

white skin.  Her eyes sparkled with jade, and her body was slim and shapely.

She wore a sleek, black dress that hugged her lithe form, then trailed behind

her small, delicate feet.  Gema smiled with her luscious, red lips, then knelt

before her brother.

 

"Help me to free the magick, and I will aide you in your quest to destroy King

Flannar and take his lands," offered Gema in a whisper.

 

"Sister dear, I've humored you quite a lot already.  I've spent hundreds of

gold marks acquiring your books of magick and lore, not to mention all the

equipment in your 'lab'.  I prefer to try the direct, simple approach before I

consider the outlandish scheme you've devised," replied Blackheart

pragmatically.

 

"If that's your final decision, then I wouldn't dream to question you," said

Gema with a disarming smile.  "However, I will remind you of my idea when your

army lies broken and dead upon the field of battle.  Victory can only be

achieved by freeing the Dragon."

 

"Enough talk, wench," growled Blackheart as he pulled Gema against his chest

and kissed her roughly on the mouth.  The young woman moaned softly, then

leaned forward into her brother's strong embrace, returning his kiss with equal

passion.  Blackheart tore his sister's dress away from her pale shoulders, then

bent down to lick the warm flesh of her breasts.  Gema closed her eyes and

moaned with pleasure as her brother began to suck on her firm tits.  He closed

his hands around her shapely buttocks and squeezed them tightly as he feasted

on her sweet flesh.  Blackheart sucked hard on her pert nipples, then bit them

painfully until they grew hard and firm.

 

Gema nuzzled her brother's long, black hair, then kissed down his cold, black,

metal breastplate until she reached his crotch.  Unfastening the metal cup that

protected his privates, Gema proceeded to untie his breeches, then release her

lord's growing penis.  Blackheart smiled coldly as he watched his lovely sister

take his cock into her delicate hands and caress his meat lovingly.  She

lowered her head to his tool, then took it into her warm mouth.  Blackheart

groaned with pleasure as she sucked hungrily on his cock, moving up and down

the shaft while caressing it with her tongue.  The warrior grabbed Gema's head

with both hands, then forced her mouth harder upon his engorged penis, making

her take it deeply into her throat.  Gema squeezed her own round breasts as she

sucked lustfully on her brother's cock, then licked along its shaft till she

reached his balls.

 

Blackheart pulled the nearly naked girl to her feet, then pulled the remainder

of the dress from her shapely hips and tossed the torn garment to the stone

floor.  He turned his naked sister till her back faced him, then he made her

bend at the waist, forcing her ass and pussy to thrust in his direction.

Blackheart caressed the smooth flesh of Gema's ass lovingly, then ran his

gloved fingers over her wet pussy.  Gema moaned softly as her brother fingered

her cunt, then he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her snatch onto his hard

cock.  The naked girl gasped for air as Blackheart thrust his rod deeply into

her tight pussy.  The young woman's breasts jiggled up and down as she pushed

her crotch harder onto her brother's tool.  Gema's naked body glistened with

sweat as Blackheart fucked her like one of his harem girls.  The Emperor panted

loudly as he pumped his cock into his naked sister's vice-like cunt.  He ran

his metal-encased hands over the naked flesh of Gema's stomach and thighs, then

grunted as he shot cum into her warm vagina.  Gema moaned loudly as she reached

her own orgasm and trickled a thin stream of honey down her thighs.  Blackheart

pushed the naked girl off of his penis, then bent down to lick his sister's

sweet jism with his tongue.  He licked up the sweaty flesh of her slim legs,

then burrowed his mouth in the girl's throbbing snatch, drinking her cum

wantonly.  Gema moaned as her brother ate out her cunt, her pleasure forcing

her to push her crotch against his searching lips.

 

When the Emperor had finished drinking his sister's honey, he pushed her away

from the throne and refastened his codpiece. 

 

"Return to your studies, Gema," ordered Blackheart.  "If I decide to implement

your fantastic scheme, I'll send for you."

 

"Your wish is my command, brother," replied Gema with a triumphant grin as she

bent low to pick up her torn dress, then exited the chamber with swaying hips.

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