Sellsword Ch. 06

“Three days,” Gillian responded without hesitation. “A long, hard three days.” Gillian looked at her new companions, “there will be ample places to make camp, so long as they’re cold camps.”

They set out onto the north road.

“It will begin rising in a league,” Gillian said, from the front of the column. “In five it will grow still steeper. In ten leagues we will be at the base of the mountain. That the difficult part of the journey will begin.”

The group was quiet as they marched steadily northward. At first the way was fairly easy, the road well kept and rising only gently. Within a league, as Gillian had promised, the sloop grew more severe, slowing the party’s rate of travel.

The air grew chillier and the breeze freshened from the north. By the time the reached the foot of the mountain, night was falling. It was getting colder and snow was beginning to fall.

“A cold camp?” Garth asked as they settled in a stand of trees to bed down.

“I fear it will have to be so, Garth. The Dragon Lord will be keeping an eye on this side of the mountain. In the morning, we should swing to the east and try to climb that face.” Gillian looked confident as she spoke.

“Quinn,” Jarveena asked in her mind, “Quinn, are you there?”

“I am here, sweet Jarveena, I am always here.” The voice of the dead Druid spoke to her mind.

“Can Gillian be trusted?”

“She will not betray you,” came the answer, deep within her soul. “But she may be reckless. Use caution.”

“Is she right about the eastern face?” Jarveena asked her phantom lover.

:It is a more difficult climb, but it will not be as well guarded.”

Jarveena felt the warmth of Quinn’s lips on hers, “Thank you,” she whispered softly.

Garth and Hawk hung blankets between the closer standing trees to serve as windbreaks.

“At least these will keep us from being buried in snow,” Hawk judged, beckoning Gillian to join him beneath one of the shelters.

The group paired off; Hawk with Gillian, Garth with Jarveena and Wulf with Moira.

“What do you make of the serving wench?” Wulf asked as he and Moira were wrapping themselves in their fur blankets.

“She seems sincere, I was not able to detect any falsehood in what she has told us so far, but she is keeping much back,” Moira responded, snuggling closer to her warrior feeling the warmth of his powerful body. “Enough about her, my love, wouldn’t you prefer to help us stay warm tonight?” Her hands groped Wulf’s crotch. She found him growing hard, in spite of the cold.

The warrior ran his huge hands beneath Moira’s tunic, feeling her warm breasts, their nipples hard and erect. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues playing and dancing together as their bodies pressed as close as their garments would permit.

Wulf detached his codpiece, freeing his mighty cock. His hands moved to Moira’s waist, unfastening her breeches and tugging them down over her smooth, round hips.

Moira drew one leg up, pulling her breeches from it and opening her long, shapely legs in welcome. “Come to me, my warrior, come to me,” she purred, her hands dropping to Wulf’s hard ass and pulling him into her hot pussy, already dripping with her juices.

He entered he in a single thrust, driving the fullness of his massive erection into Moira’s eagerly waiting cunt.

Moira gasped in delight as she felt the huge prick driving into her, stretching her, bumping the mouth of her womb with the broad, dark head. She wrapped her legs around Wulf’s torso as their bodies began to move together in a frenzy of desire and unleashed passion.

Moira’s hips thrust upwards to meet each of Wulf’s powerful strokes as his cock pounded into her harder and harder, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

Wulf could feel his own orgasm building deep[p within his belly. He began moving faster, his strokes growing longer and more powerful. He, too, was near the edge.

Their grunts and moaning mingled with the wet sounds of their bodies as, together, the soared over the brink.

Wulf’s cock erupted into Moira’s hungry pussy, filling her with his hot semen.

Moira’s own juices flowed like a river, washing her lover’s pulsating cock as they came in a torrent of lust. She clung to Wulf’s muscular body, feeling the heat of his flesh as it warmed hers, the throbbing of his buried cock still stretching the walls of her cunt.

Never withdrawing from Moira’s body, Wulf rolled them over until he lay beneath his lover’s body, her hot, wet pussy still clutching his massive cock.

They lay thusly and drifted off to sleep.

Beneath another shelter, Garth and Jarveena lay quietly, each deep in their own thoughts.

Jarveena’s mind was filled with thought s of her dead Druid lover, how he had visited her, made love to her, guided her. Her mind was torn between Garth and Quinn, her heart and love given to both. For either man, she would gladly lay down her life.

Garth’s mind too, dwelt upon the Druid. Had Quinn’s shade stolen his woman? Could Jarveena have forsaken him for a GHOST?

Lost in his thoughts, Garth felt warm lips at his ear.

“I do love you, Garth,” Jarveena whispered softly.

Garth placed his callused hand upon hers, “Sleep now, my love, for tomorrow will be a hard day.” His voice was low and tender, “I love you too,” he said, meaning it as never before.

Not far away, Hawk and Gillian sat facing each other.

“You’re a WHAT?” the half-elf asked incredulously.

“A virgin, at least technically.” Gillian’s eyes were wet with tears as she into Hawks bright blue eyes and saw the longing in them.

“But, last night, we, I mean we,” Hawk stammered.

“Last night we did every thing BUT that,” Gillian said softly, hoping to keep Hawk by her side. “We will, very soon, but for now I must retain my virginity. When this is over, I swear it, we will make love as often as you desire, in an y way you desire. For now I beg you be satisfied with what I can do to pleasure you.”

Hawk knew when he was defeated. He lay back on their blankets and smiled at his woman. “I don’t know why,” he said quietly, “but I believe you, and I trust you.”

Gillian smiled as her hands went to Hawk’s breeches, her nimble fingers unlacing them and pulling them down to reveal Hawks quickly swelling cock.

Hawk watched as Gillian crept closer, her sweet lips slightly parted as they hovered over the dark head of his rigid cock.

“Lay back, my heroic Hawk, and let me pleasure you,” Gillian said, softly, before sealing her lips around Hawk’s waiting meat.

The half-elf sighed in pleasure as he felt Gillian’s lips move up and down the shaft of his throbbing cock. Her tongue pressed the great vein that ran beneath the shaft, her fingers gently cradled and fondled his balls as she took him into her throat.

When Hawk made to bring Gillian to his mouth, she raised her head. “No, my love, tonight it is I who will pleasure you,” she murmured before taking Hawk’s cock into her mouth again.

Hawk watched as Gillian’s head moved up and down. His shaft, glistening with Gillian’s saliva, revealed as she drew back, then vanishing once more into her soft, sweet, sucking mouth.

Her cheeks hollowed as she eagerly sucked Hawk’s stiff cock. Her tongue flicked back and forth beneath the swollen head as her lips kissed their way up and down the shaft. All the while, her fingers fondled and caressed Hawk’s rapidly filling balls.

Hawk could feel it building deep inside him. The maelstrom that would be his orgasm, roiling and growing, increasing in power and intensity. He was teetering on the edge, needing only a nudge to send him plunging over it.

Gillian, when she swallowed Hawk’s cock, gave him the nudge.

With a groan of ecstasy, Hawk thrust his cock deep into Gillian’s waiting throat. His balls spasmed and his cock pulsed as his hot seed gushed from it to pour down Gillian’s hungry gullet.

Gillian, greedily, swallowed every pearly drop of Hawk’s scalding semen like a drunkard drinking wine.

Hawk was spent, Gillian’s mouth having sucked him dry. Slowly his cock began to deflate and Gillian reluctantly released it from her warm mouth. Hawk drew her to him and their lips met. Hawk could taste himself on her lips and tongue. The kiss was filled with slacked desire and the smoldering embers of passion, satisfied.

They slept, wrapped in each others arms.

Dawn came, the morning sun reflected from the snow like millions of tiny diamonds, dazzlingly bright. Bu the air was still cold, and the wind like a knife. It would, as Garth had warned, be a hard day.

The group broke fast with waybread and a potion of Moira’s concoction that gave t hem warmth and energy. The meal finished, they set their direction around the mountain, leaving the south face and heading toward the east.

“This whiteness pains my eyes,” Hawk complained, squinting against the brilliance of the snow.

“I thought you elves were made of sterner stuff,” Wulf jibbed.

“I, too am dazzled by this brightness,” Moira admitted. “This may help some.” She produced a large square of cloth from her pouch and offered it to Hawk.

“A blindfold?” Hawk protested, looking at the sorceress like she was mad.

“A veil, mighty Hawk. It will help block out some of the snow’s brilliance,” she responded with a laugh.

Doubtfully, Hawk tied the cloth over his eyes. To his amazement, the painful glare was eliminated but his vision was unimpaired. “’Tis truly a wonder!” Hawk exclaimed, thanking Moira for her genius and generosity.

Moira handed veils to the rest of the group, Wulf, of course, declined.

By the time they reached the east face of the mountain, night had fallen. With the darkness came the driving snow, the icy wind and the bone numbing cold.

“We can risk a small fire tonight,” Gillian told them. “This face of the mountain is not as closely watched, and there are more trees here, we can put up shelters.”

They combined their blankets and erected a single shelter. After clearing away the snow in the center, a small fire was lit. This night they ate hot food and drank warmed wine. They would rest well tonight, for in the morning they would begin their climb.

As the others were preparing for sleep, Garth stood and wrapped his fur cloak around himself. “I’m going to scout the area, just to make sure there are no surprises.”

“I’ll come with you,” Jarveena announced, donning her heaviest cloak and gathering up the Hart Bow and her quiver.

Still within the trees, but away from the camp, the couple stopped. Garth looked at Jarveena.

“Did Quinn visit you again last night?” The huge warrior asked, his voice surprisingly soft.

“It was but the two of us last night,” Jarveena said, her eyes probing his.

“And tonight? Will he visit you?”

“I do not know, it is always without warning.”

“Then, tonight, let it be Garth that makes you moan with pleasure.” His large hands went to Jarveena’s breeches and began unfastening them.

Naked from the waist down, Jarveena was mindless of the biting cold as her fingers, nimbly, freed her lovers growing cock. She draped one leg over Garth’s hip and Garth lifted her until she was poised above her lovers massive prick.

Leaning her against a tree, Garth slowly lowered Jarveena until the head of his cock was teasing her hot, wet cunt-lips.

“Take me, Garth,” she crooned, “make me moan with the pleasure that you alone can give me.”

Garth brought Jarveena down, impaling her on his erection.

She could feel the head of Garth’s cock stretching her is it drove deeper and deeper inside her. She wrapped her legs tightly around Garth’s torso as their bodies began to move.

Two bodies moved together to the rhythm of the cosmos, perfect rhythm, perfect harmony. Demanding, yielding, thrusting, accepting. Their mouths slid together, their kiss searing, ablaze with desire and passion.

Garth’s powerful hands kneaded the firm flesh of Jarveena’s ass as her drove his cock into her harder and harder.

Jarveena tightened her legs around Garth’s waist and sought to match him stroke for stroke. Her silken thighs moved over Garth’s skin as her, furnace like, cunt engulfed his engorged meat.

Indeed, Garth made Jarveena moan with pleasure and ecstasy as he drove her closer and closer to a shattering climax.

Jarveena’s fingernails raked Garth’s shoulders as her teeth bit into his neck. Her muscles tensed and flexed as her climax neared.

Garth increased the power of his strokes ass he felt Jarveena responding.

With a loud moan of total fulfillment, Jarveena came. Her juices washed over Garth’s pumping cock as her cunt spasmed and every nerve in her body came alive with complete sexual bliss.

Garth continued pounding his massive cock into her, feeling her hot juices flow over him as his balls filled and cried for release. But Garth held back, seeking to bring his woman to another climax before releasing his seed into her eager and hungry pussy.

Jarveena’s moaning was constant, as was the pleasure she was experiencing from her lovers cock. In moments, she felt another orgasm building as Garth’s cock throbbed within her. She knew that he, too, was approaching climax.

Garth’s balls were full and tight, They ached for release. Still he drove into her until he felt her wet cunt begin to spasm again.

The cold night was filled with the throaty sounds of the lovers satisfaction as, together, Garth and Jarveena reached orgasm.

Garth’s cock erupted, filling Jarveena’s hungry body with his hot semen. His cock pules and throbbed as he sent more and more of his seed flowing into her.

Jarveena’s juices flowed like a river, adding to the flood of Garth’s seed, mingling to form the magical elixir that their lovemaking always produced.

As Garth’s cock began to deflate, he lifted Jarveena from his shaft.

Softly, Jarveena protested as Garth set her on her feet. Without a word she sank to her knees and captured Garth’s softening cock. Her warm lips and tongue licked and kissed their juices from it, gathering all she could from his cock and balls. She stood and lifted her face to his.

Their lips met in a searing kiss, and Garth could taste the nectar of their passion on Jarveena’s mouth.

When they had put on their clothing Jarveena looked into Garth’s eyes. She had struggled with her problem and had made up her mind.

“It’s you that I love, Garth. Quinn may visit me, and in a way I love him. I may give him my body, but it is you that has my heart.”

Garth looked at her. His mind may have been troubled, but his hearth knew. “Then I will be happy with that,” he said, “knowing that you are my woman.”

“We’d best be returning to camp,” Jarveena said, taking Garth’s hand.

The dawn broke with the sky filled with the brilliance of the sun, and the land covered with the dazzling brilliance of the snow.

“We begin our climb now,” Gillian announced, retrieving rope and pitons from her pack. “I will lead the way.”

The group began their ascent. Above them loomed the near vertical cliff reaching high into the thinning air.

Gillian was in the lead, followed by Hawk, they would form the first belay, Moira and Wulf the second, while Garth and Jarveena were the third belay.

Should any of the climbers slip, it would be the job of the lower belay to stop their fall. It was the job of the first belay to drive the iron pitons into the rock and make fast the climbing rope.

From a distance it would look like six insects crawling up the rock.

To the climbers, it was the hardest work they had ever done.

Almost half way up, Gillian reached a ledge. She climbed on to and signaled the others that she would help pull them up.

The comrades rested on the ledge with the icy wind whipping over them. The took nourishment in the form of waybread and Moira’s potion.

“I have never felt my muscles so sore,” Moira said, massaging her sore thighs. “Will we reach the top before dark?”

“We should,” Gillian responded, “if we don’t tarry over long here.” She looked upward. “The rest of the way is not as steep, thank the gods.” She too was muscle sore.

Jarveena sat there, a far away look in her eyes. Garth knew that Quinn was speaking to her.

“Before we reach the summit, there will be an opening in the cliff,” Jarveena announced, her voice strangely accented. “It will lead to the Dragon Lord’s keep, but it will be guarded.

Garth placed his hand on Jarveena’s. Her eyes returned to normal and she smiled shyly.

“Quinn?” Garth asked.

Jarveena simply nodded.

“At times,” Garth told himself, “he has his value.”

High above them, in the heart of the mountain, deep within the security of his stronghold, the Dragon Lord reached for his woman.

“Kayla, my queen, come and pleasure your lord and master.” His voice was deep and sonorous, and he had the look of one who was half man, and half dragon.

Kayla looked at his cock, it was that of a dragon; long, thick and covered with black scales. The girth of the Dragon Lord’s mammoth organ was larger than a man’s forearm, the head like that of a large horse. She knew she would never be able to take this into her mouth, much less her cunt. Slowly, Kayla approached her master’s huge cock. Hesitantly she wrapped her hands around it. Her fingers would not touch. She began to move her hands up and down the monstrous shaft. Slowly she moved her hands up and down, gently massaging the massive tower of meat. As her hands moved, she could feel the hard flesh grow warmer and smoother beneath her fingers. Her lord and master was beginning to change again, to once again return to his human aspect.

The Dragon Lord sighed and relaxed as he felt his body changing, and the hands of his woman moving over his rigid shaft.

Kayla bent over this magical cock and placed her lips to the throbbing head. She sealed her lips over the small slit and began to suck.

As the Dragon Lord continued his bodily changes, his cock became, more or less, human size. Even in human form, his cock was huge.

Stretching her mouth, Kayla was able to take more of the bulbous head between her lips. Despite the pain in her jaws, the woman was drawing great pleasure from the way her lord and master responded to her oral ministration.

The Dragon Lord’s hands gently caressed Kayla’s heavy breasts as he basked in her adoration. “Kayla, my queen, your lips are so soft and warm. Let me feel your tongue sweep over my cock.

Kayla obeyed her master, licking the beautiful cock from tip to base and back. She nibbled and kissed the large vein as her lips flicked over the hot flesh of this wondrous cock.

The Dragon Lord leaned back, letting the sensation of Kayla’s skilled mouth flow through him. His great balls began to fill as his excitement grew and grew. “Yes, my queen, you have such a talented mouth, so warm and demanding.” He thrust his pelvis upward, sending the head of his great cock into Kayla’s throat.

A moan of pleasure escaped Kayla’s mouth as her master’s cock moved further into her throat. Her hands moved now, one to cradle and fondle the Dragon Lord’s balls, the other to the hot, dripping slit between her own thighs.

“Yes, Kayla, my sweet, pleasure yourself. Finger your wet cunt. I like to hear you moaning around my cock.”

Kayla’s fingers moved, quickly, in and out of her steaming hole; the wet sounds mingling with the sucking noises from her busy mouth. Over both of these rose the sound of the lovers moaning in total pleasure.

The Dragon Lord could feel his balls filling, growing taught in their hairy sac.

Kayla could feel her own orgasm building as she felt her master’s cock swelling in her hungry, sucking mouth.

They were both close.

Kayla knew that when he came, her mouth and throat would be flooded by his hot, tangy seed. She looked forward to drinking his semen, savoring it’s tart taste and the thick flow of it.

The Dragon Lord, too, looked forward to Kayla’s orgasm, for he knew that her sucking would then grow to a fever pitch, she would eagerly swallow his cock and all his balls held in store for her.