A Paladin's Training Ch. 04

She looked up as two human men came through the inn entrance bearing a makeshift litter, atop which a figure lay, mostly covered by a blanket. She stood quickly, directing the men to lay the litter down on the floor before the fireplace. "Gently, now!" She admonished them, but not in an unkindly fashion. "He looks ill enough without being banged about any further!"

"Yes, m'lady," one of the men said, knuckling his forehead as he straightened.

"What do you know of his condition?" She asked them as she cast her eye over the man on the litter, only his face uncovered by the blanket. He looked ill indeed, his eyes sunken, his cheeks hollow, as if he hadn't eaten in months. Strangely, the skin of his face was crimson red, something she had never seen before on any creature. She supposed he would be quite handsome in full health, what with that strong jaw and...

Now where had that thought come from? Shaking her head, she listened to the townsman's response to her question.

"We found him in the woods, m'lady, all covered in scrapes and scratches, looking starved near to death. We brought him here as soon as we heard you was in town. Thought p'rhaps you could heal him, m'lady."

She gave them each a warm smile. "Thank you for your diligence, my friends. You may have saved this man's life today. May I ask a small favour, and have you carry him to one of the rooms upstairs?"

The men bowed eagerly and did as asked, Glinda walking up first to direct them. After the red-skinned fellow was safely in a bed, she handed them a silver piece each, which seemed to delight them no end. She closed the door behind the men as they shuffled out with the empty litter, wanting no disturbances while she worked. She had had the men bring him to the largest room available - after hers, anyway -- which had a fireplace of its own, a comfortable feather bed, and two padded chairs. Waterfell being a human town, the furniture here was a little large for her four-and-a-half-foot frame, but she made do without complaint. There were more important things in life than being comfortable all the time.

Standing beside the bed, she studied the gaunt features of the man again before slowly drawing back the blanket, revealing a body in much the same condition as his face. She had seen urchins on the streets in better shape than this poor fellow; he looked as if all the flesh and fat had been boiled off him, leaving only bone, skin and sinew. His ribs were clearly visible through his skin, rising and falling slightly with his laboured breath. His limbs were thin and scrawny, his belly hollow, and his pelvic bones protruded alarmingly. Between his thighs lay his shriveled manhood, which was curiously devoid of hair, she noticed idly as her eyes wandered down over his legs to his feet, which were hanging well off the edge of the bed. She hadn't realised how tall he was at first, but she guessed he would probably stand at nearly seven feet, if she could get him healthy enough to stand.

Preparing herself, she closed her eyes and drew on her healing magic, placing her hands on his crimson chest, allowing the warmth and life of her energy to pass into him.

A gasp was ripped from her throat as her magic was sucked into a gaping void, an infinite dark abyss that drank everything she had to give and thirsted for more.

With a cry, she tore her hands from his chest and stumbled back, her palms burning where they had touched his skin. What in the world was this creature? Surely not human, with skin like that, and surely not orc or troll or goblin, not with those defined features. That void, that emptiness inside him that stretched on for eternity, was something she had never encountered before.

When her eyes moved back to his face, she saw with surprise that he was awake. He gazed at her, seemingly unable to move anything more than his eyes. And what stunning eyes they were!

Glinda found herself mesmerised by the colours of his irises, a mosaic of deep red and purple and blue, drawing her forward. Dimly, she realised she had moved, her face now close to his, their lips almost touching.

"Glinda," he whispered.

The sound of her name on his lips sent tingles across her entire body, tingles which seemed to intensify on her neck, her lips, her breasts, and particularly between her thighs. Rational thought evaporated as she pushed her lips to his, her body exploding in pleasure as she did, sparks of lust igniting her deepest desires. She had never felt this way about any man! Surely this man was the pinnacle of power, the epitome of masculinity itself!

Aching to feel him inside her, she hurriedly tore at her dress, releasing her heavy breasts, her nipples hard and aching with desperate arousal. In no time she was naked and scrambling onto the bed, kneeling between his legs, taking care not to hurt him. The very thought of harming this amazing, perfect specimen of man was abhorrent to her!

Desiring only to serve him, she bent her head and took his shriveled manhood into her mouth, which ratcheted her pleasure up several notches. Her hips bucked of their own accord as she suckled on him, her sex pulsing with the need to be filled.

He grew a little inside her mouth, a weak moan escaping him, Glinda delighted even further at the thought of him feeling pleasure inside her mouth. It wasn't long before his body tensed weakly and she felt him twitch on her tongue, beginning to climax.

Her own climax ripped through her at the thought of him spending his seed for her, and she cried out in pleasure as the sweetest, most delicious of tastes flooded her mouth, a searingly delightful heat racing from her tongue, down her throat and into her belly, spreading out to permeate the rest of her being with lust and devotion. All for this man, this god among men, who was gracious enough to let a lowly creature like her in his presence.

Sitting back on her heels, Glinda gazed down at him lovingly, knowing that she forever belonged to this man. As she watched, his body began to change, as if health was flowing back into him from some unknown source. His face became less gaunt, his ribs and hip bones not quite so prominent, his belly filling in a little until he now looked merely underfed, rather than at death's door. His manhood had also filled out a little, much to Glinda's delight.

He stretched his long body languidly, joints cracking as he flexed them, before propping himself up on his elbows, looking down at her with those captivating eyes. Instinctively, she thrust her more than ample chest out and folded her arms behind her head, allowing him to take in all of her body, which now belonged to him. She thrilled at the way his gaze wandered hungrily over her, and quivered when he licked his lips lasciviously.

"Glinda," he said quietly, his possession of her clear in his tone.

"Yes, my Lord?" She replied, her voice somehow sounding smoky and seductive, which it never had before. She shook her chest a little, letting her tits swing back and forward for his pleasure.

"I am Maloth, and I own you now." She shivered in pleasure at his words, while at the same time a strange sensation tickled her mind momentarily. "We have much to do, Glinda, and we have little time. My sister is in dire need of our help. Summon your retainers, for we must move immediately. Also, I will require some suitable clothing."

A strong sense of urgency seemed to waft from Maloth, despite his outwardly calm demeanor. Moving with alacrity, Glinda leaped off the bed and flew into her dress before pulling open the door and calling for Bollin. Moments later, his fire-bearded face appeared at the door and Glinda fired off several instructions, pushing a purse of gold into his hand to pay for whatever was needed.

Bollin vanished, making no issue of her demands; he was a loyal fellow.

No more than an hour later, Glinda, Maloth, Bollin and Siffy were well into the woods outside of Waterfell, with Maloth leading the way, stumbling every so often, but nevertheless able to walk on his own.

Glinda rode her pony, Dancer, while watching her master carefully, ready to help him if he fell. Bollin had found Maloth some half-decent clothes; breeches, boots and a shirt that looked only a little worn. Not suitable for a man of Maloth's proud bearing, to be sure, but they would do for now.

Glinda also noticed Siffy, her young and pretty handmaiden, riding a flea-bitten mule Bollin had procured, eyeing Lord Maloth with interest, twirling a lock of auburn hair around her finger.

Bollin, riding behind Siffy, studied the crimson-skinned man carefully, his hand straying to the mace at his waist every so often, his distrust apparent.

Glinda was confused at Bollin's wariness of Lord Maloth. How could he appear to be anything other than what he was? A magnificent being, one who deserved the love and adoration of all! No wonder Siffy was giving him looks! To feel jealous felt absurd. Glinda felt only pride that such a powerful man wanted her by his side, and she cared not how many others there were, as long as she could be around him, too.

Night came as they travelled, the three dwarves easily able to see in the faint moonlight. Maloth, too, seemed to have no difficulty finding his way through the foliage in the dark.

Glinda had no clue as to their destination, but minded not, knowing in her heart that Maloth would protect her from any harm.

Bollin edged his mule close to Dancer so he could speak to Glinda, keeping his voice low. "Highness, I am wary of this man. I do not think you should trust him."

Glinda frowned at Bollin. "Nonsense. I have seen nothing but a man concerned for his sister. A man who needs our help, Bollin. Do you now, after all we have been through, begin to question me?"

Bollin looked straight ahead, as he answered, staring at the back of Siffy's head. There was a note of strain in his voice, as if his teeth were clenched. "No, Highness. I am yours to the death, as I have ever been." At that, he moved away again, only taking his eyes off Maloth to scan the surroundings.

"In here," Maloth said, disappearing into some undergrowth. Glinda dismounted immediately, pushing her way through after him, not caring when her dress got snagged by the gnarled branches. Rustlings behind her said Bollin and Siffy were doing the same.

Suddenly, a black stone archway lined with strange angular runes appeared in the midst of the shrubs and bushes, and inside it, a set of stone steps led down into blackness. Maloth had already begun his descent, and Glinda followed immediately, not waiting for her retainers. The pitch darkness did not faze her; Dwarves were used to deep, dark places, and their vision had adapted to suit. More of those angular runes like the ones on the archway outside lined the tunnel in various places. Glinda knew a thing or two of history, and had never seen anything like them, though something tickled the back of her memory before it fled.

Maloth neither looked back nor uttered a word as they descended deep into the earth, step by step. Glinda was beginning to realise she could feel his emotions to some extent, as if they were her own, but also somehow distant, muted. Focus and determination radiated off him in waves, never faltering even when his weak legs threatened to fail him, causing him to stumble occasionally. When she tried to help him, however, he waved her off with a growl.

After what felt like hours, the stairs ended, the tunnel opening into a huge cavern, empty save for one creature. Maloth hurried to the centre of the room, where a woman -- red-skinned like Maloth, but a lighter shade -- lay naked, and in the same terrible condition Maloth had been in when Glinda had first seen him, dangerously malnourished, skin drawn tight over bones, and breasts that once may have been spectacular now useless folds of skin.

Eager to help, Glinda hurried over, kneeling next to the frail body of the woman who had to be Maloth's sister.

Ignoring Glinda, Maloth spoke, caressing the woman's brow. "I have returned, Shenla, as promised, and I have brought help."

The woman's eyes fluttered open, her lips curving in the ghost of a smile. Her voice was a hoarse rattle as it escaped her lips. "I knew you would, brother. I never lost hope."

Maloth's eyes snapped up to Glinda. "Call Bollin over." It was not a request.

"Bollin!" Glinda called immediately. "Come quickly!"

Bollin had been standing by the archway that led back to the stairs. Hearing Glinda calling his name, he rushed over at once, hand on his mace as if he expected trouble. "Highness?"

Glinda looked askance at Maloth, who just sat back, looking at Bollin with a small smile on his dark lips. There was a sense of triumph about him, as if he had just overcome a great obstacle.

"Highness, what do you need of me?" Bollin asked, a concerned look on his face. His eyes moved from her, to Maloth, then they dropped to Shenla. She was rather ugly to behold, Glinda had to admit, instantly feeling guilty for thinking of a sick person so, but Bollin was gazing upon her as if she were beauty personified, and, if Glinda wasn't mistaken, a light of lust flared in his dark eyes. Her dwarven retainer was breathing shallowly, and, Glinda noticed with shock, the front of his breeches was tented with his apparent hardness!

Just as she was wondering why Bollin would be attracted to a sickly woman like Shenla, Maloth's voice filled her ears, somehow magnified tenfold inside her head. "You will pleasure Bollin as well as you know how, until he can give his seed to Shenla."

"Yes, my Lord," Glinda breathed, rising to her feet. She undressed, finding that she rather enjoyed the feeling of being naked more than she did before, especially in front of her lord.

Seeing Glinda disrobing, Siffy came hurrying over in a panic. "Highness!" She wailed, wringing her hands. "What are you doing?"

Before Glinda could respond, Maloth spoke commandingly. "Silence, girl. Your lady needs your help. Undress and make yourself useful."

A change came over Siffy as she heeded Maloth's words. Her face grew flushed, her breath quickened, and her hands began to roam over her midriff, toying with the undersides of her breasts.

"Do as Lord Maloth says, Siffy," Glinda said sternly.

"Yes, Highness," the handmaiden said meekly, beginning to remove her dress. Once naked, she shyly moved over to Glinda, who had begun to undress Bollin.

Seemingly under a spell of some sort, Bollin had not taken his eyes from Shenla. His bulge, which Glinda noted was quite impressive, was still clearly showing. She quickly removed the fire-bearded dwarf's clothes with Siffy's help, not caring that he never once looked at his either of them, even naked and stripping him as they were.

The only man that mattered now was Maloth, and she would follow his instructions obediently. Besides, she found she rather liked undressing Bollin; a part of her had always been curious about what he looked like without clothes. She also found that she liked looking at Siffy's body, too. Generously round in breast and hip and thigh, as were all dwarf women, she was also pretty, with long auburn locks and a light smattering of freckles on her youthful, round face.

As if on it's own, Glinda's hand reached across Bollin's chest and cupped one of Siffy's breasts, the young handmaiden gasping in shock at the unexpected touch.

A new sexual confidence was overtaking Glinda. "Relax, Siffy," she told the girl, finding her voice once again with that smoky, seductive tone. Siffy's face reddened, but she didn't pull away. Glinda smiled as her hand left the girl's heavy pale breast and trailed down Bollin's body to grasp his shaft. She began to stroke gently, gesturing for Siffy to reach down and cup his heavy balls.

Bollin groaned, finally pulling his eyes from Shenla to look at her for the first time, his eyes widening as he saw her nudity. "Highness," he said thickly, as if in a trance. "You're... touching me."

Glinda smiled, thoroughly enjoying the power she held over him as she continued to stroke his thick cock. "I am, Bollin. I like your cock. It's so thick and hard."

Bollin groaned again, his manhood twitching in her grasp, threatening to erupt. Glinda decided to escalate his pleasure. "Do you like your Highness naked and stroking your pole, Bollin? What about Siffy? She's such a good girl, holding those big, heavy balls of yours while I stroke you."

Bollin turned his head from Glinda to Siffy, moaning as if just realising they were both tending him. "Highness," he said, his voice strained. "I'm going to... I'm going to..."

"Glinda!" Maloth's voice inundated her thoughts again. "Take his seed in your mouth, then give it to Shenla."

Glinda got down on her knees immediately, taking Bollin's thick length into her mouth in one smooth motion. She'd never performed this act on a man before, but she seemed to know what to do, bobbing her head back and forth and swirling her tongue on the head of his cock.

Bollin threw his head back and bellowed as he erupted into her mouth, his thick cream quickly billowing out her cheeks. A few droplets escaped, landing on Glinda's tits as she moved away from Bollin and crawled over Shenla, fitting her lips to the woman's mouth and letting Bollin's juice flow forth.

Hands grasped the side of her head, holding her in place - Shenla's hands, she realised - as the red-skinned woman came to life beneath her, nourishment flowing into her much as it had for Maloth, except this time it came from Bollin's seed.

The exchange of fluid became a torrid kiss, Shenla moaning into Glinda's mouth as her tongue emerged, trying to lick every last drop of dwarf juice from her lips.

Finally satisfied, Shenla released Glinda, pushing her aside and sitting up. She looked remarkably better, her improvement similar to Maloth's. Her body had filled out somewhat, suggesting that when fully recovered, she would possess a lush, ripe, and generously proportioned form.

"Delicious!" She exclaimed, smiling at her brother, who smiled back.

"Glad to see you returned, my dear," Maloth said.

Shenla's gaze took them all in in turn, Maloth, then Siffy, then herself, then finally, it settled on Bollin. She licked her lips, her eyes locked on his member, still standing proudly erect. Remaining in a sitting position, she opened her legs brazenly, showing him her hairless slit, glistening with moisture. "Got any more of that sweet juice, dwarf?" Her voice was still a little raspy, but it was laden with a sultriness that Glinda found attractive.

In answer, Bollin merely stumbled forward, kneeling down between Shenla's spread thighs. She laid back as the dwarf mounted her, supporting his weight on his hands, his shorter frame bringing his head level with her breasts. Without further ado, he began to piston his hips into the red-skinned woman, the slap of flesh on flesh filling the cavern.

Shenla moaned in ecstasy as the dwarf pounded her. "Yes! Fuck me, dwarf! Give me your seed!"

Bollin did exactly that, soon emitting another bellow, his body convulsing as he emptied himself inside Shenla. He collapsed onto her, panting from the exertion.

Amazingly, before Glinda's eyes, Shenla was further rejuvenated. Her thighs thickened as they wrapped themselves around Bollin, holding him tightly inside her. Her breasts inflated further, now fuller and sitting more proudly on her chest. Glinda thought they may even rival her own once fully restored.

Bollin seemed unable move, other than feeble pumps of his hips, so Shenla, apparently not done with him, rolled him onto his back and took control, grinding her hips down savagely, taking what she wanted from the stocky dwarf.

In short order, Bollin was climaxing yet again, his face contorted with pleasure, Shenla howling in a primal, lust-driven haze. A moment after the dwarf's third climax, Shenla's appearance became healthier still, though this time the change was less dramatic than the previous times.