Return of Dark Dragon

by PJ

 

 

Chapter 6

 

Two days passed uneventfully as General Jordan and his men rode south towards

Sentinel Keep.  Before the soldiers and their prisoners came within sight of

the fortress, Jordan sent a scouting party to see how the siege fared.  The two

troopers returned quickly and reported that the entire Army of Night was gone,

and the flag of King Flannar still flew above the Keep.  Jordan sat in quiet

disbelief for several moments, then ordered the men to move west, in the

direction of the Chasm.  After two more days, the small band of horsemen

crossed the immense stone bridge that spanned the Chasm and led to the lands of

Emperor Darkblade.

 

General Jordan led his men into Vanguard Keep, the mighty fortress that

protected the Chasm bridge and the entrance to the Emperor's domain.  After

seeing that his men received quarters, and making sure that the prisoners were

secured, Jordan entered the gloomy castle and searched for its governor.  The

general found the ruler of the fortress within his quarters, reclining

bonelessly in a cushioned chair and drinking deeply from a tall flagon of wine.

 

"Ah, General Jordan, last surviving commander of the Army of Night!  Pull up a

chair and have some wine!" offered Governor Charron in a slurred voice.

 

"Thank you, governor," accepted Jordan as he slowly sat in a chair near

Charron and took a flagon of wine offered to him by a naked slave girl.

 

"Off with you, slut," grunted Charron as he slapped the eighteen year old,

red-haired girl on the ass.  She giggled lightly, then quickly left the richly

appointed chamber.

 

"I assume from your first remark that General Dyth was killed in the retreat?"

inquired Jordan tentatively.

 

"Yes!  The old bastard was killed by a woman no less!  That cursed whore

called Nightmane stuck him with that magick blade of hers, it went right

through his platemail," said Charron morosely.

 

"Ah.  How tragic," replied Jordan without feeling.  "He was a good tactician."

 

"For all the good it did him.  The Army sustained over forty-percent

casualties, not to mention the men who died on the way back here.  I kept the

bulk of the infantry here, then sent the officers on to the capital to report

to the Emperor.  I doubt that we'll see any of them again," observed Charron

before he took another deep drink from his flagon.

 

"I captured some prisoners in a camp north of Sentinel.  Most of them are

thieves and whores, but they may know something that could be useful to us,"

said Jordan before he drank from his own mug.

 

"Whores, huh?  I might be interested in some of those," muttered Charron

thoughtfully.

 

"The 'ladies' are all yours.  Except for an Elf woman that I captured.  She

was accompanied by a skilled warrior, but her own fighting abilities were quite

exceptional.  I plan to take the two of them with me to Abyss when I make my

report to the Emperor," replied Jordan.

 

"It's your funeral, general," said Charron nonchalantly.  "You know how

Darkblade takes bad news."

 

"I think that between Gema's charm and my eloquence, we can persuade the good

Emperor to take an alternate course of action," replied the general

confidently.

 

"Good luck," grunted Governor Charron as he raised his near empty flagon to

his weak lips and drained the remaining wine in one gulp.

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General Jordan left Vanguard Keep the next morning with Rodger, Victoria, and

a few other prisoners secured in a barred prisoner wagon.  The journey to

Abyss, the capital of Darkblade's empire, took six days.  Jordan kept a steady

pace, and fed the prisoners just enough food to stay alive.  Victoria stayed

huddled next to Rodger during the entire trip, while the raider himself watched

for an opportunity to escape.  No window of opportunity appeared, however, and

all too soon the party reached the impregnable walls of Abyss.  The capital

city was huge, with dark, grey towers and the looming palace of the Emperor to

the west.  A tall range of mountains guarded the northern face of the city,

with barren desolation surrounding the remainder of the capital.  Large, iron

doors opened outwards to admit Jordan and his "guests".  The platemail-garbed

officer led the prisoner wagon deep into the city, towards the Emperor's

palace.  The palace had its own wall and gate, which opened soundlessly for the

returning general of the "Three".  With General Dyth gone, only Jordan and

Zodan remained to advise the Emperor and lead his armies.  Securing the

prisoners within the royal dungeons, Jordan walked down the carpeted halls of

the palace until he entered the looming, candle-lit audience chamber.

 

Walking down a red carpeted, central aisle, General Jordan approached the dais

with the Emperor's throne and knelt respectfully.

 

"Hail to Emperor Darkblade!  Long live the Empire!" declared Jordan loudly.

 

"Rise and report, general," replied Blackheart Darkblade neutrally.

 

"My lord, the attack on Sentinel Keep has failed.  General Dyth sent me out

with a squad of men before the last engagement to scout for possible flanking

maneuvers by the Royal Army.  I discovered no soldiers, but I did come across a

large thieves' camp.  I killed most of the scum, looted their tents, and

captured several valuable prisoners.  I brought some of them here for

questioning, to gain information about King Flannar's realm," said Jordan

plainly.

 

"Very commendable, General," responded Darkblade emotionlessly.  "I see that

my incursion into the East was not totally wasted.  I executed the fools that

first reported to me about this debacle, but I shall allow you to live.  Do you

know why?"

 

"No, my lord," said Jordan nervously.  "Why do you spare me?"

 

"My sister has a plan.  She wants to awaken the Dark Dragon, who is reputed to

sleep somewhere in the Northern mountains.  She will need an escort as she

undertakes this foolish quest, and I want you to lead it.  Do you think that

you can do this service for me?" asked Darkblade coolly.

 

"Yes!  Of course, my lord!" gushed Jordan as he saluted fervently.

 

"Good.  You are dismissed now.  Princess Gema will give you the details of the

mission," remarked Darkblade with a wave of his hand.  Bowing low at the waist,

General Jordan quickly turned and left the cold audience chamber to see the

Princess.

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After bathing and eating a hasty meal, Jordan left his chambers dressed in a

loose black tunic and baggy pants.  He wore only a dagger in his belt, and

another hidden in his left sleeve.  The officer climbed a tall, spiral

staircase that ascended one of the tallest towers of the palace.  Reaching the

top of the stairwell, Jordan knocked on the iron-banded door before him.

 

"Come in!" shouted a female voice from inside.

 

Jordan tentatively pushed open the wooden portal, then gazed in wonder at the

complicated glass tubes and bottles that sat upon a huge table that practically

filled up the room.  Gema stood behind the glass apparatus measuring a small

sample of yellow powder, her long, red hair tied in a ponytail that hung down

her back.  She was dressed in the plain, black robes of a sage or alchemist.

The beautiful, young woman bit her red, lower lip lightly as she added a blue

powder with the yellow, then carefully brushed the mixture into a glass beaker.

 

"I suppose that my dear brother sent you here about my plan?" asked Gema as

she set the beaker above a small flame.

 

"Yes, my lady.  I am to lead your escort," replied Jordan.

 

"I suppose that a few muscle men may prove useful," remarked Gema with a

laviscious grin.

 

"They may at that," said Jordan with a smile of his own.

 

Gema glanced up at Jordan with her blazing green eyes, then returned her

attention to the smoking beaker.  The red-haired woman began to chant softly,

concentrating intently on the powder.  Wispy strands of red vapor emerged from

the mixture, taking on the shape of a small humanoid.  As Gema's chanting grew

louder and more intense, the apparition grew larger, forming small horns on its

head and a long, sharp nose.  The creature of smoke hissed evilly as Gema's

words grew faster, then the being started to reach out towards the young woman.

Before Gema's outstretched hand could touch smoky being, a loud pop filled the

room, and the vapor vanished.

 

"Damn it to Hell!" screamed Gema as she pounded the table with her small

fists.

 

"What happened?" asked a wide-eyed Jordan.

 

"I tried to summon a minor demon, but I couldn't keep the portal open long

enough.  There isn't enough magick in the world to sustain a summoning," hissed

out Gema as she untied her red hair and let it spill across her slim shoulders.

 

"I'm sorry," replied Jordan, since he couldn't think of a better response.

 

"It's not your fault," said Gema with a smile as she walked to the west side

of the room and sat down heavily in a padded chair.  While Jordan moved to join

her, the young woman poured two glasses of wine, then drank deeply from one of

them.  The general took the second glass and saluted the Princess, then sipped

lightly.

 

"What do you think about the mission?" asked Gema curiously.

 

"I've studied the ancient histories," began Jordan.  "I know that hundreds of

years ago, dragons did roam the world and battle mankind.  I believe that the

books told of a powerful mage who captured the last two dragons and sent them

into hibernation."

 

"Not A mage, THE Mage," corrected Gema.  "He used powerful magicks to force

the dragons to sleep, then sealed the magick so that no one could ever use it

again.  Since that time, no one has been able to use spells or summon astral

beings.  Only the science of alchemy has survived, but its power is limited."

 

"What will awakening the Dark Dragon achieve?" asked Jordan.

 

"For one thing, the Dragon can destroy Sentinel Keep and open the way for my

brother's army," replied Gema with an eager smile.  "Second, I hope to use the

Dragon as a means of freeing magick into the world again.  With the Seal

destroyed, I will be able to cast spells, and become a power unto myself.  I

might even conquer the world before my dear brother," giggled the young woman.

 

"Conquer the world, huh?" whispered Jordan as he gazed out a nearby window

with a faraway look.

 

"Would you like to help me rule the world?" asked Gema huskily as she sat

lightly on the general's lap, then leaned forward to kiss him on the lips.

Jordan crushed the young woman against his muscled torso, pressing his lips

firmly against her's.  Gema wrapped her slim arms around Jordan's neck, then

inserted her small tongue into his mouth, exploring it lovingly.  After several

minutes of lustful kissing, the couple rose from the chair, and the Princess

led Jordan by the hand into her large bedroom.  The young woman pushed the

general lightly onto the frilly bedcover, then pulled her black robes over her

head.  Jordan ran his eyes over Gema's delicious, naked body as he unfastened

his belt and let it fall to the floor.  The naked girl helped the soldier take

off his pants and tunic, then climbed onto his crotch and pushed him onto his

back.  Jordan reached forward to caress Gema's round, firm breasts, which made

the girl moan with delight.  He squeezed and stroked her creamy flesh as the

girl slid her pussy across his member.

 

Gema slid her crotch across Jordan's stomach and chest, then rubbed her cunt

over the man's lips.  Jordan licked across the lips of Gema's pussy, then

sucked lightly on her folds of cunt flesh.  The naked girl moaned loudly as the

soldier ran his tongue up the opening of her snatch, then inserted his probe

deeply into her throbbing vagina.  Gema thrust her crotch wantonly on the man's

mouth as he pushed his tongue in and out of her tight love hole.  The girl

panted lightly as Jordan sucked her pussy flesh, then nuzzled inside her cunt

with his mouth.  After the general had licked the inside of Gema's fuck tunnel,

he pushed her against one of the looming bedposts and tied her wrists above her

head with a silk cord.

 

Jordan kissed the Princess deeply on the lips, tasting her sweet saliva with

his tongue.  The naked man licked Gema's slim neck and shoulders, then leaned

forward to suck hungrily on her heaving tits.  Gema moaned loudly and licked

her moist, red lips as Jordan sucked deeply on her mounds.  After sucking the

girl's nipples into hardness, Jordan kissed down the length of her firm

stomach, then planted one lingering kiss on her red-haired snatch.  The soldier

stood up on the bed, then grabbed a handful of Gema's long, red hair and forced

her mouth onto his erect penis.  The naked girl moaned softly as she took the

man's hot meat past her wet lips.  Gema's mouth moved up and down Jordan's rod,

taking the tool deeply into her throat.  The general held tightly onto the

girl's head and pushed it roughly onto his cock, fucking her mouth with grunts

of pleasure.  When his rod was engorged and throbbing, Jordan pulled his tool

out of Gema's hungry mouth, then quickly untied her from the bedpost.  After

kissing Gema roughly on the lips, the soldier tied the girl's wrists to a

carved wooden lattice at the head of the bed.  He opened her slim thighs apart,

then ran his erect cock across her wet pussy.

 

"Do you want it, my lady?" asked Jordan teasingly.

 

"Yes!  Fuck me with your blade, my lord!" panted Gema lustfully.

 

"Beg for it," grinned Jordan.

 

"Please!  Please fuck my pussy, lord!" screamed Gema as her firm breasts

heaved up and down.

 

Jordan grabbed the naked girl by her shapely hips, then thrust his cock into

her tight cunt.  Gema moaned in sexual ecstasy as she pushed her crotch harder

against the general's rod.  The naked couple panted and groaned loudly as they

fucked each other eagerly.  Jordan squeezed the young woman's ass firmly as he

pushed again and again into her warm vagina.  Gema used the headboard to push

against as she grinded her cunt on the man's crotch.  Jordan shot his load into

her sucking love tunnel, but continued to thrust his cock deeply into the

girl's pussy until she shouted with her orgasm, coating his tool with her

honey.

 

The general backed away from the bound, naked woman, then lay panting upon his

knees.

 

"Untie me, Jordan," ordered the Princess sharply.

 

With a sigh, the general untied Gema from the headboard, then watched in

surprise as she crawled forward on her naked stomach and began to suck hungrily

on his cock.  Jordan grunted with pleasure as the Princess licked their

combined jism from his member, then sucked deeply on the head of his cock and

on his balls.

 

"You really are a slut," whispered Jordan affectionately.

 

"Yep," muttered Gema before she resumed devouring his cock with her wet, red

lips.

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