Portal to Arandor Ch. 05

Author's Note: All characters in this story are over 18 even if I did not explicitly state that during the course of the following events.

Chapter Five

The tavern was crowded and the patrons were raucous. Lord Drahden sat alone in a corner and watched them. Men drank tankards of ale, played dice and leered at women. The women looked unkempt and half drunk but flirted gamely with the men. And the tavern owner and his staff tried to keep up with the drink orders. It was just another night at the Rutting Bull on the road to the more pious lands of the south.

Drahden had been riding for a few weeks. Always to the south and usually off the main road. He had no particular purpose other than to get to a warmer climate before the autumn truly waned and the hard bitter snows came down from the north. Once there he could no doubt earn his keep by providing information to those who paid for it.

The keeper brought Drahden another bottle of fine wine. Drahden was half drunk himself. He felt he owed it to himself after days of riding and sleeping rough. His rooms were above and he had already bathed and combed out his long black hair. Although he was off in the shadows of the tavern, more than a few women noticed his lean body skulking in the corner. For tonight he knew what he wanted and dressed the part. His black shirt was open and his legs were casually crossed. Drahden exuded confidence which women could not resist.

He scanned the room trying to decide which of the wenches he wanted for his bed that night. Most of them were probably whores as this tavern was pretty notorious. He really didn't want to bed a whore that night as his money supply was running a bit low. No, he thought; better to seduce a woman who wouldn't ask for gold before the first kiss was laid. He decided to go outside and walk a bit. He donned his cloak and slipped out.

The night was cool but he didn't mind. It was a bit warmer than the already cold nights up near the Castle Stonegate. What a hellish place that was though. Drahden slid into the shadows and wandered the streets. The town was quiet as most respectable people were in bed. He wasn't sure what he would find and maybe the tavern was the only place with people, but after weeks on the road he felt as though he was suffocating in there.

Finally at the end of the lane, he saw a light. Walking closer he came upon a stable and realized that was where his horse was housed.

"Well I might as well visit my only friend these days," he said, chuckling to himself. He walked inside and sitting near the only light in the place was a young woman. She seemed startled when she saw Drahden.

"Oh! My lord, I didn't hear you come in," she said. She stood up and smoothed her skirts.

Drahden waved his hand. "Do not worry, miss. I was out for a walk and saw the light. My horse is stabled here this evening."

"Oh, which one is it, my lord?"

"A tall black stallion...with a white patch on his forehead."

"Yes, yes I know which one. He is away by himself at the far end. The boy that is here during the day said he makes the other horses nervous."

She giggled a bit and Drahden smiled at her. She was very pretty with her long, wavy dark hair. He guessed that she was still a maiden by the way she wore her hair and the blushes that crept high on her cheeks. When his eyes trailed down to her high breasts straining against her bodice, he thought that maybe this was what he was looking for. It had been a while since he had bedded a maiden. And she definitely wasn't highborn if she was taking care of horses.

"Yes, that is my Brego alright," Drahden said, smiling. "And what is your name, miss?"

"Emma, my lord."

Drahden nodded. "Mine is Drahden, and please...you can skip the formal address."

"Yes, my...I mean Drahden." She giggled again.

"So what is a young miss like yourself doing here this evening?" he inquired.

"Oh, I wanted to look in after the horses one last time. Make sure they were well watered and fed and the like."

Drahden leaned against a post and pushed open his cloak. Emma gazed at his chest and his long legs and blushed a bit more.

"You should be careful out here at night," he said casually. "You never know what could happen."

"I always carry a dagger," she said proudly.

Drahden's eyebrows went up. "Ah...the lady is armed. And do you know how to use one?"

"Oh aye. My brother has taught me well."

He moved his cloak so that his own dagger showed. Emma saw it and her eyes widened.

"That is a handsome blade my lord," she said, clearly in awe.

Drahden unsheathed it and held it up to the light. "Many times I have used it and some times with poison."

"Poison my lord?" Emma's eyes grew large.

"Yes. You should learn the fine art of poison if you carry a dagger miss. It may come to your aid some day." He held it a bit more, admiring the cool steel, then sheathed it.

Drahden looked around then gave Emma a smoldering look. "I think perhaps the horses are settled for the night. What say you join me for a bit of ale?"

Emma looked conflicted. He could tell she was intrigued by him but probably didn't venture into taverns with strange men. In fact, she probably never had been in one.

"Well, I don't go into taverns. My father would not like that."

"There is nothing to fear, my lady," he said turning on the charm. When he smiled, his teeth shown white against the black hair of his beard. "I shall escort you the entire time."

"Well...if you insist. I suppose a mug of ale would be alright."

He had her.

Later, in the tavern, Emma was sitting on his lap after drinking three mugs of ale. Drahden was discreetly feeling the undersides of her breasts through her bodice and his cock was twitching. Emma giggled and didn't seem to mind his touching. No doubt this wasn't the first time she had done this.

"Tell me," he whispered. "Are you still a maiden?"

Emma blushed and giggled. "Yes m'lord." Then her eyes went wide. "Is that bad?"

Drahden laughed heartily. "Not at all. Not at all..."

He continued to tease Emma a while longer until he could not ignore the throbbing in his cock. It was time to bed this woman.

"Emma," he said. "I have a room upstairs, let's go there and get away from these people."

Her eyes widened again. "What are you..."

But Drahden wasn't having any of it. He knew she wanted it and he wasn't waiting any longer. Lifting Emma out of his lap, he stood up and took her by the hand before she could protest in public. He didn't need angry fathers after him – again.

They stumbled up the stairs and Emma giggled some more. Apparently she didn't seem to mind what was going to happen, unless she was that naïve that she didn't know. Drahden was too horny to care anymore. He opened the door and they stumbled in.

"My lord," said a male voice in the corner. "You are a hard man to find."

Drahden stopped in his tracks.

"Who's that?" asked Emma, but she was giggling.

Drahden looked at her and all thoughts of deflowering this woman left him. "Leave us," he said in a dead voice.

"But..." Emma pouted.

"I said, leave us woman. Now." His previously smoldering gaze was now icy cold. Emma took one look at that and knew she had to get out of there fast.

"Yes my lord," she said meekly. She backed out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Drahden sighed deeply and went over to the small table by the fire and poured two glasses of brandy.

"You have excellent timing as always Simon," Drahden said. He offered the other glass to his friend and sunk down in the chair by the fire. "And how long have you been looking for me?"

Simon accepted the glass and Drahden looked at him. Simon was dressed similarly – all in black. But he didn't share Drahden's good looks. His dark brown hair was receding at the forehead and the pox has ravaged his face. But Drahden knew this man was one of the best swordsmen he had ever seen. One did not cross Simon without coming away scarred for life.

"Perhaps eight or nine days?" ventured Simon. "One loses track on the road."

Drahden sighed heavily. "Yes, one does." He took a long sip of his drink and let the smooth liquid go down his throat and warm his belly. "So what news in the south?"

"Something interesting has happened that I knew you wanted to know about." Simon paused to take another sip. "It seems Lord Giles has detained a woman."

Drahden laughed. "So is that how he beds women these days? He detains them?"

Simon shared the laughter and set his glass on the table. "Nay, although I wouldn't doubt it, Drahden. This one claims to be lost and she turned up with magical devices."

"Magic, you say?"

"Yes. I could not acertain the exact nature of the device, but it had something to do with light but not from a flame."

Drahden stared into the fire a bit before answering. "What is Giles going to do with her?"

"Well, he brooded upon it for a while. You know how he thinks."

Drahden laughed. "Oh yes, Giles has to consult his advisors before using the royal privy."

"Aye. And this case was no different. In the end he has decided to send the woman to the King. A company of ten has accompanied her east."

"This is not good news," Drahden said.

"Nay, it is not. That is why I have come here. I would take of the matter myself, but I have business in the east."

Drahden nodded, he knew what the business was probably about.

"When did they leave?"

"The day they left, so did I, hoping to find you. As I said, it has been about eight or nine days."

"Damn it all!" Drahden said.

"It's not so bad my friend. They are travelling slowly. Giles wants to make sure no harm comes to the lady so they are not on the main road." Simon leveled a look at Drahden. "I suppose you mean to find them then?"

"I do and I will. I will leave at once," Drahden said, standing up suddenly.

"Drahden, sit down. You have time. Get some rest, go get that wench. You will have time to catch them."

Drahden ran his hand through his hair. It would be difficult to sleep knowing he had to ride hard for days. But he had his horse to think of as well. Brego was a strong and mighty steed but he needed rest too. Drahden would be testing his will and his endurance.

"You are right, as always," Drahden said, smiling at his friend.

Simon stood up. "I'll leave you to your woman, Drahden. I'm sure that little maid is still waiting for you downstairs."

"Nonsense, Simon. Please have a seat and have some more brandy. I'll wager that maid has enough for both of us."

Simon laughed as Drahden left the room and went back downstairs. Sure enough, Emma was still there. She was a little tipsy and was fighting off the advances of rough-looking oaf. Drahden stepped between them smoothly.

"Oh my lord, you are back!" giggled Emma.

Drahden ignored her and looked at the man who was molesting her. He focused his penetrating glare on him and without a word the man withdrew and went back to his friends. Drahden turned to Emma and took her hand.

"I am sorry, miss. My friend needed to speak with me in private. But we are done – will you join me now?"

She smiled, and this time it wasn't coy. "Yes, let us go."

He escorted her back to his rooms where Simon was waiting for them. She let out a small yelp of surprise when she saw him.

"Why is he here?" she asked with wide eyes.

Drahden smiled and gestured to Simon. "Emma, this is Simon. He is a dear friend and has been lonely these few weeks as I have. We could both use some company from a fair maid as you."

Simon smiled at Drahden's put-on gallantry. "It is my pleasure to meet you, my lady," he said in a tone not unlike Drahden's. "Please, have some brandy."

Emma shook her head but she did not look as though she was ready to leave. This might be tricky, Drahden thought, but it could work. He stepped over to her and pulled her into his arms for a rough kiss. Emma's lips were soft and pliant and yielded instantly. He plunged his hands in her hair and held her firmly as he groped the front of her dress. Emma moaned slightly as he felt the high, firm breasts.

"You like this, don't you?" Drahden said as his mouth moved down to her throat.

Emma could only respond with another moan.

"Take off your dress – let us see you," he said.

"But..."

"Come on," said Simon. "Someone as pretty as you should not be confined to such a dress as that."

Drahden stifled a laugh.

Emma blushed again, but gamely unlaced her bodice and shed her dress. Next she pulled her shift over her head and stood before the men naked. Drahden whistled softly. She did indeed have a fine body. From her long neck, her upturned breasts, the flat belly and down to her long shapely legs – she was a beauty.

"Tonight is your lucky night, Emma," Drahden said as he unlaced his pants. "For you have two men who will treat you well." Drahden freed his semi-hard cock. "Now get on your knees. I trust you know what to do."

Emma nodded and got to her knees. Her small hand took Drahden's cock and guided it into her warm, wet mouth and sucked him in. Drahden sighed. It had been a while since he had his cock sucked.

"That's it...just suck on that head. Pull it hard."

Emma needed no encouragement and began to suck just the head of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the smooth foreskin and tightened her lips over the beginning of his shaft.

"Oh but she's good, Simon," panted Drahden.

"And a fine arse she has as well," Simon said. "But you should be the one to do the honors."

Drahden knew that Simon was telling him that he could be the one who deflowered the lass, but he wanted to enjoy her lips a little while longer. He reached down and grabbed her free flowing hair and held her there while he thrust his now rock hard cock into her mouth.

"Ah yesssss..." he moaned.

He pumped a few more times into her mouth and then drew away. His breath came in heavy gasps; he had been close to spending himself inside her mouth.

"Now do the same to Lord Simon," he said.

"Get her on the table, Drahden. It will be easier for us both," Simon said with a wink.

"What are you lords up to?" Emma asked, giggling.

Drahden saw that she wasn't afraid and that was a good thing. She was going to get it from both ends ere this night was over. He cleared off the table and motioned for her to get on her back. Emma climbed on but her legs hung down at an awkward angle.

"What should I do with my legs, m'lord?" she asked innocently.

"Put them on my shoulders," said Drahden and both men laughed heartily.

"Ohhhh," was all she said in reply.

Drahden removed his shirt and stood in front of Emma. He moved her legs so that her ankles rested on his shoulders and looked down at his prize. Emma had a small tuft of dark hair at the juncture of her legs. He reached down to stroke it. Emma sighed and he kept going, feeling for her clit. Simon moved around to stand behind her head. His hands found her breasts where he began to knead the white flesh there.

"Nice titties she has, Drahden."

"Aye, like two apples, just waiting to be picked," Drahden said.

Simon laughed and began to pull on her nipples. Emma squirmed a bit but Drahden distracted her by rubbing her clit. He wanted her nice and wet for her first time.

"Is she getting wet for you?" Simon asked.

"Oh yes, she is on her way."

Drahden slid a finger into her waiting hole and felt the wetness forming. He turned his head so that he could run his tongue along her calf. Emma cried out in pleasure. Slowly, his tongue slid along her smooth skin while his finger teased her clit. In moments her pussy was wet enough for him to enter her.

"Ready?" he asked unnecessarily.

Emma nodded weakly. Simon had worked her half into a frenzy with what his fingers were doing to her nipples. They were rock hard and the heat of her body rose so that her chest and throat were flushed.

Drahden placed his cock at her entrance and began to slide in. He went slowly so he could feel himself break through. And when he did, he smiled a big smile. Emma cried out once from the pain.

"Do not worry, my lady," whispered Drahden. "You will enjoy yourself now."

Drahden nodded to Simon who was waiting to place his own cock in Emma's mouth.

"Alright lass, open up," he said. Emma took him in and began to suck with renewed vigor.

Drahden took immense pleasure at the tightness of Emma's pussy. Her juices coated his cock and allowed him to slide in and out but with enough friction he knew he wasn't going to last too long. He held her ankles in his hands and leaned into her. Simon's cock pumped her mouth from the other end and soon the room was filled with the moans from both men. Emma moans were muffled by the large cock she was sucking but Drahden could tell she was enjoying it. He watched her breasts bob with each thrust he gave her.

"My but she is good, Drahden," Simon said gasping.

"You are telling me," whispered Drahden. Fucking a maiden was one thing but watching her take another cock as well was something else.

Drahden fucked her hard and deep, losing himself in the sight of her pale, young body and the tightness of the pussy that enveloped his cock. Emma's body squirmed and moved back and forth as she took two sizeable cocks. Then she started to make noises and he watched her body begin to tense as she neared her climax.

"That's it, Emma...give into it!" Drahden cried as he watched her.

But it was Simon that unleashed first. With a loud roar he pulled his cock out of her mouth and spurted his seed all over her face and hair. As soon as her mouth was free, Emma cried out in ecstasy and begged Drahden to go harder and deeper.

The scene was too much for Drahden and with one last thrust he emptied his seed deep in her belly with a roar that matched Simon's. He made it count as he knew it would be the last time he'd enjoy himself for some time to come.