Return of
Dark Dragon
by PJ
Chapter 4
Rodger
Starblade stumbled from the tavern tent carrying a half-empty flask of
wine. The brown- haired bandit leader made his way
unsteadily to the brothel
tent he had
seen Victoria enter several hours ago.
After paying the door guard
two gold
crowns from a fat beltpouch, Rodger entered the tent and widened his
eyes in
wonder.
A naked girl
about nineteen years old was lashed between two wide wooden tent
stakes. She had long, blonde hair that spilled like
molten gold to her bare
ass. Sweat glistened on her naked, white skin,
and she panted loudly for
breath. Victoria stood near the doorway, dressed in
a black, leather bodysuit
that pressed
like a second skin against her frame.
She wore stiletto-heeled
shoes, and
carried a long, leather whip lightly in her right hand. The
leather-clad
Elf woman smiled warmly at Rodger as he entered the tent, then she
lashed out
with the whip, smacking the bound girl's bare back. The young,
blonde girl
shouted with pain and pleasure as Victoria whipped her back and ass
dozens of
times. The bound girl's firm breasts
heaved up and down as she
panted
deeply. Rodger sat down in a nearby
chair, then watched with amusement
as Victoria
lashed her whip across the helpless girl's naked body. The girl
screamed and
moaned loudly with each blow of the whip, then she licked her
moist, red
lips in arousal.
The Elf
woman put down the whip, and retrieved a long, finely carved wooden
dildo. She approached the gasping girl slowly, then
caressed the bound
female's
naked body with her gloved hands. The
prisoner moaned softly with
pleasure as
Victoria stroked the flesh of her breasts and stomach. The Elf
woman ran
the dildo over the girl's ass and inner thighs, then caressed the
blonde
girl's wet pussy. Victoria slowly
inserted the wooden dildo into her
victim's
cunt as she squeezed the bound girl's tits tightly. The girl moaned
loudly as
the Elf woman thrust the dildo deeply into her vagina, then began
moving the
rod in and out of her tight love hole.
As Victoria
knelt beneath the moaning girl's pussy and concentrated on probing
her wet cunt
with the hard dildo, Rodger staggered up from his chair and walked
to stand in
front of the naked prisoner. He ran his
rough hands over the
girl's soft,
creamy breasts, then moved his hand down her tight stomach to her
bush of
blonde pubic hair. The girl parted her
red lips with pleasure as the
bandit
caressed her naked body, then moaned as Rodger kissed her roughly on the
mouth. He thrust his tongue past her slack lips and
explored her mouth and
throat
hungrily. The naked girl returned his
kiss with equal passion and
entwined her
tongue with his. Rodger squeezed and
caressed the blonde girl's
heaving
tits, then leaned down to suck on them lustfully. The girl smiled with
pleasure as
the raider devoured her mounds, then licked up the valley between
them.
Victoria
fucked the naked girl with the dildo until she orgasmed, spurting
warm cum
over the wooden rod. The Elf woman
quickly pulled out the tool, then
leaned
forward to suck all of the girl's honey with her eager mouth. The bound
girl
trembled in ecstasy as Victoria probed deeply into her cunt with a wet
tongue,
drinking all of her fluids with relish.
When the Elf woman had drank
her fill,
she collapsed onto a pile of soft pillows while Rodger moved to stand
behind the
helpless fuck slave. The raider untied
his leather breeches, then
released his
engorged cock. He ran his tool across
the blonde girl's quivering
pussy lips,
then inserted his meat into her. The
girl moaned loudly as Rodger
thrust
deeply into her snatch, smacking his crotch against her firm ass. The
girl dangled
limply by the wrists as the raider pushed into her vagina,
grasping her
shapely hips for leverage. Rodger
fucked the naked girl's pussy
for several
minutes, then shot his load into her, filling her tight hole with
his
seed. After pumping a few more times
against the blonde girl's ass, the
raider
withdrew his cock and retied his breeches shut. Victoria unbound the
naked girl,
then gave her a small sack of gold. The
beautiful whore kissed the
Elf woman
deeply on the mouth, then pulled on a robe and left the tent.
"You
sure know how to pick them," gasped Rodger as he reclined next to
Victoria and
hugged her close.
"Thank
you, love," replied the Elf woman with a smile as she snuggled closer
against her
lord.
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The sun was
at its summit when General Dyth ordered the charge. One thousand
men ran at
breakneck speed towards the high walls of Sentinel Keep. Upon the
battlements,
Governor Nightmane watched the enemy advance towards her with
cold, blue
eyes. In moments, the soldiers of the
Army of Night had reached the
base of the
fortress and began throwing ladders and ropes at the stone walls.
"Archers,
fire!" shouted Nightmane with a downward chop of her left hand.
Scores of
bowmen upon the battlements drew back their bowstrings and fired
deadly war
arrows at the ascending invaders. Men
screamed as the barbed
arrowheads
smashed through their armor and dug deeply into their flesh. Dozens
of attackers
died from the missile barrage, but the Army continued its assault.
A large
battering ram charged against the main gates of Sentinel Keep and
slammed into
the sturdy iron portals. Archers shot
clouds of deadly shafts at
the siege
engine, but the heavy armor protected the invaders as they drew back
the mighty
spike and smashed it into the doors again.
Nightmane ran towards
one of the
main guardhouses upon the wall as two flame bolts smashed into the
battlements,
killing several defenders.
"Get a
ballista trained on that ram!" screamed the governor as a fireball
engulfed the
northern guardhouse and ignited it into a sphere of flaming death.
The
defensive wall shuddered at the force of the blast, but did not hinder the
soldiers who
aimed a large ballista down at the smashing ram and fired a
massive
bolt. The tree-sized missile smashed
through the ram's armor, killing
everyone
inside. The ballista bolt nailed the
siege engine in place like a
tack on a
sheet of parchment. The invaders began
to retreat in small groups at
first, but
soon the entire Army was fleeing in panic.
"Shall
we send out the garrison to finish the job?" asked an officer eagerly.
"No,
the enemy still outnumbers us heavily.
Our best option is to stay here
and wait for
reinforcements," replied Nightmane thoughtfully. "This should buy
us some much
needed time."
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"Son of
a bitch!" swore Dyth as he stalked across the floor of his tent. "I
was sure
that we almost had them!"
"Evidently
not," replied General Jordan as he reclined in a nearby field
chair.
"We'll
have to continue the bombardment until all of those damn ballista are
destroyed,"
said Dyth as he sat next to Jordan and poured them both cups of
wine.
"That
will take time, my lord," retorted Jordan. "King Flannar is sure to
have
reinforcements here in a week or less."
"No, we
have at least a month. All of our
intelligence reports say that the
Royal Army
is scattered throughout the Eastern realm, it will take quite a
while for
them to assemble any kind of effective force," replied Dyth before he
took a long
gulp from his cup.
"They
won't need to gather too many troops, our forces are a joke compared to
the size of
the Royal Army," remarked Jordan bitterly.
"Ah,
but they will assume that our army is far larger, on par with our numbers
from the
last invasion. They'll be cautious and
move slowly, which is to our
advantage,"
said General Dyth.
"I hope
that you're right," replied Jordan.
"What do you want me to do now?"
"Take
two squads and patrol the region to the north.
Make sure that any
reinforcements
Flannar sends don't try to flank us. If
you can, try to take
some
prisoners and gather some more horses, we could use some mounted troops
right about
now," said Dyth seriously.
"Yes,
sir," returned Jordan as he saluted smartly, then quickly left the
General's
tent. The tall, handsome officer untied
his steed from a nearby tent
stake, then
rode quickly to his command that guarded the left flank of the
Army. An aide blew a signal horn, summoning the
general's officers to his
position.
"I want
two squads to accompany me on a recon of the north. Pick two units
that didn't
see much action, I want fresh soldiers for this mission," said
General
Jordan firmly. Two officers volunteered
their squads, and Jordan
nodded in
agreement. In twenty minutes, Jordan
rode away from the Army of
Night and
the besieged Keep with twenty-five grim soldiers dressed in black,
spiked
platemail.
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