A Paladin's Training Ch. 06

He assessed the situation. She was smart, this Mali; she didn't want to accept his help without agreeing to some form of trade, else the Giants would owe Maloth a favour. Also, she was impressed that Maloth had Ellerion under his control, but to what extent did she comprehend that control? Doffing his robe, he held it out to one side without breaking eye contact with Mali. "Ellerion, leave us," he commanded. The voluptuous beauty obeyed, bowing deeply and taking his proffered garment before gliding from the room. Mali's eyebrows rose at the sight of the Elf Matriarch being ordered around.

Letting the Giantess chew on that for a moment, Maloth decided to stack the odds in his favour by allowing his cock to stiffen ever so slightly, so that it hung thicker and heavier between his legs; it would prove an advantage if she was distracted. He also allowed his power -- the command of dark lust that he had inherited from his mother -- to radiate gently, not to overpower Mali, but to subtly increase her desire. Yes, he could feel it within her; her lust was resting at present, but he could wake it up with a little effort. He began the negotiations. "To strike a bargain, each party must gain something they want, or need, from the other. I trust we are both clear that at this time, the Giants request the retrieval of two Giantesses from the Oragashi Ogres?"

Mali nodded, her deep brown eyes reflecting the firelight. "Yes, that is right, Lord Maloth." Her eyes flicked briefly to below his waist. Had he not been watching for it, he would have missed it. "We cannot give chase ourselves, else they will kill Emmin and Lina. This must be handled in a more subtle manner."

Maloth sensed emotion in her voice. Good, he could use that. "Very well, Mali. This aid can be provided to your people at once. Here are my terms: Soon, I will require the aid of your tribe. I cannot reveal the nature of the aid at this point. There will mostly likely be conflict, however. Do you have warriors?"

Mali considered his words for a moment, staring at the floor. Maloth used his magic to increase the size of his manhood a little, and pushed a little more of his power outwards, subtly caressing the Giantess, stimulating her lust. Her dark eyes again brushed over the growing length between his thighs, this time for a fraction longer. "We do, and we will provide them when you require." Sadness crossed her face as she spoke the words.

Maloth already knew they had warriors; Ellerion had shared with him all the information she had on Giants, but he wanted to test her honesty. "Excellent, Mali," Maloth said with a smile, caressing her name with his voice. His keen eyes noticed hers slightly glazing over as his power slowly dominated her will. He stepped closer, his shaft now hanging thickly to just below his knee, far longer than its normal state. His balls, too, had grown enlarged and heavy. Extended a crimson hand, he offered to seal the pact. "May our bargain be struck, and be honored till death."

"Very well," Mali agreed, sounding somewhat dazed. "We will do as you ask, Lord Maloth, once our women are returned." Her big dark hand encased his completely as they shook, sealing the agreement. As their hands touched, Maloth sent a bolt of lust directly into the dusky beauty, awakening a fiery desire within. The voluptuous Giantess gazed at him hotly, her breath quickening.

Maloth allowed his cock to grow far beyond it's normal bounds, lengthening and thickening to something that could satisfy a woman of Mali's proportions. She stared wide-eyed at his enhanced prick, now almost two feet long and looking absurdly oversized even on Maloth's large, seven-foot frame. Disengaging from the handshake, she wrapped her hand around his turgid length and began to slowly stroke.

Maloth grunted in approval as the busty Giantess stroked him, her huge hand squeezing him firmly but gently. With her other hand she reached down to cup his now enormous balls, enlarged to the size of grapefruits to match his cock. "Taste me, Mali," Maloth whispered seductively. "Take me into your sweet mouth."

Mali obeyed, only having to bend her neck slightly to reach him, rubbing her full brown lips around his mushroom head before enveloping it in her hot mouth. She sucked him urgently, passionately, while gently kneading and squeezing his heavy balls. Maloth stood, relishing in the sensation of being sucked off by the beautiful Giantess.

Eventually, though, he wanted more. He wanted to claim her, conquer her, mark her as his own as much as he could without Binding her.

As if sensing his desire, Mali released him from her mouth, breathing heavily, her monstrous tits heaving. She repositioned, getting on all fours, presenting her large, round ass to him. Her smooth pussy was wet, shining in the firelight. In this position, she was at the perfect height for him to fuck her. Growling in anticipation, he stepped forward, aiming his heavy cock at her glistening slit.

Mali was whimpering quietly in the throes of her magic-induced lust. "Please fuck me, my Lord. Make me yours. I need it!"

Walking forward, Maloth pushed his way slowly inside her hot pussy, inch after inch disappearing, until finally he was buried to the hilt, his oversized balls resting against her outer lips. Now close enough to get two big handfuls of delicious ass flesh for purchase, he began to thrust powerfully. Slowly at first, gradually increasing the tempo.

Mali wailed in pleasure as he impaled her cunt, the hot channel squeezing him, trying to milk his cock of it's dark seed. Her ass rippled and jiggled with every thrust, slapping against his abdomen as he pounded away. Maloth smacked her round brown cheeks repeatedly, and she squealed in response, her velvet tunnel growing tighter and tighter as her pleasure increased.

With a bellow, she climaxed, clamping down on him so hard she squeezed him out entirely. His cock glistened wetly in the firelight, hard and ready for more. Mali was still on her knees, but her arms had given out, leaving her face-down on the rug, recovering her breath, her tits billowing out to either side of her body. Maloth gazed hungrily at the dusky Giantess, her ass presented to him like an offering. He wanted more.

"Turn over," he commanded. She obeyed immediately, rolling onto her back, her legs open and inviting. Maloth stepped in and knelt between her thick thighs, lining himself up with her entrance. Again, he buried himself in her and began to thrust, not slowly this time, but with full force, showing her what it meant to be fucked by Lord Maloth. Lying on top of her put his head directly over her titanic tits, shaking and bouncing with every savage thrust he delivered. He extended his long, serpentine tongue and wrapped it around a hard, dark nipple, eliciting a bass moan from the she-Giant. Mali wrapped her long legs around him easily, lifting her hips up to get him even deeper inside her while she held him in a soft prison of dusky skin.

Maloth pounded her through climax after climax, rendering the sexy Giantess unable to speak, reducing her to moans and whimpers. He regretted for a brief moment the decision to not Bind her; if he did, she would be rendered his slave, and would need his seed inside her every few weeks to keep her healthy. If she didn't get it, she would eventually die. Not that he cared, particularly, but she would be more useful to him out in the world and among her people, especially now that they had made the bargain.

With a roar, he pulled his full length from her slick cunt and moved forward, straddling her soft belly and slapping his huge cock down between her monumental breasts. Mali knew just what to do, gathering up her acres of titflesh and squeezing them around him, providing him a soft tunnel to use for his own pleasure, which he did, squeezing and stroking her dusky mountains while he fucked them to his own release, eventually spewing his hot seed forth, spraying her chest with rope after rope of his dark essence, careful not to get any in her mouth, which would also result in a Binding.

Mali gasped as his juices touched her skin, his potent lust magic sending her into another series of intense climaxes.

Maloth leaned forward, resting on his hands which were braced on her mountainous tits. He was breathing hard, and felt a little light-headed. He had to be careful; he was not yet at his full capacity, and keeping his cock at such an enlarged size was draining his magic. He let it reduce back to its normal state as he climbed off Mali's body, taking care not to show any outward signs of weakness.

He watched the dark beauty while she lay there on the floor, recovering. Pity that he would not be able to enjoy her again before she left, and also a pity that he couldn't Bind her. Maybe once she had served her purpose he would find her again; she really would make an excellent addition to his harem.

Spent for now -- a rare condition indeed for Maloth -- he left the Giantess where she was and returned to his quarters to rest.

***

***SHENLA -- Somewhere in Palistair***

Shenla climbed off of Barrog, rising from where she'd been squatting over his lap. His cock was long, and finally came free of her well-fucked pussy, a full foot of dark green meat slapping heavily back down on his abdomen. She had to give the hulking brute credit; she'd fucked him eight or nine times and he'd only lost consciousness several minutes ago.

She had chosen her first Binding well, and he'd provided her with much strength. The thought of finding more males like Barrog sent a thrill of excitement through her; surely, she could reach power of great heights, especially if Binding was as easy as it had been with Barrog!

The Orc's eyes remained closed as she stepped off the bed and removed his chains; they were never necessary; she just liked chaining him up. He would rather die than attempt to leave her. All creatures had their place, and Shenla -- as a superior being -- belonged at the very highest pinnacle this world had to offer -- second only to her brother, Maloth, of course.

She truly did love Maloth, and would support him and protect him always, and she knew that he would do the same for her. Together, they would honour their mother's memory and claim this world as their own, as she had desired so long ago.

Invigorated by Barrog's seed, Shenla quickly threw a cloak over her nudity and made for the door; it was time to visit King Berenor. The Dark Elves of Eredor were about to learn their place in the new world.

***

***ARAN -- Ironshire, Ekistair***

Aran circled Smythe intently, his Gift humming inside him like it wanted to erupt. He felt as if he were a part of everything, and everything a part of him; the stone floor beneath his boots, the dull-edged practice blade in his hands, and his opponent. The bigger man mirrored Aran's footwork and kept his much larger blade held ready.

Aran noticed there was a difference in the way Smythe looked at him, now. When the session had started, it had begun in the usual way, with Smythe scoring several hits on Aran with relative ease, but then something had changed. Aran had let go of trying to force his Gift into his fighting, and had instead relaxed and let it flow.

Smythe's eyes had widened in surprise as Aran's fighting style changed completely in a heartbeat, and the bigger man had been caught completely off guard, taking several quick blows before he could right himself.

Now, Smythe watched him warily, not like he was afraid, but as if he were facing a dangerous opponent. Aran's Gift sung to him, and he danced forward, his shorter blade flicking around Smythe's and scoring another hit on his ribs, the blunt blade leaving a red stripe on the bare skin.

To Aran's surprise, Smythe laughed. "Good, lad! I've been waiting for this! Now we can actually train!" At the last word, a golden nimbus surrounded the hulking Paladin and he surged forward like a wave onto rocks, his huge blade spinning in his hands.

Aran did his best to hold Smythe back, but the man was like lightning, scoring several hits in quick succession before Aran could match his pace.

There was a brief quarter, and Smythe spoke while Aran caught his breath. "You didn't think you actually had me beat, did you lad?"

Aran grinned. "I admit, Master, I did for one small moment."

There was no smile on Smythe's face. "You underestimated your opponent, boy. It's a good way to get yourself dead."

Aran's grin vanished at his mentor's hard tone. "I understand, Master."

The last word had barely left Aran's lips when Smythe came at him again, this time even harder.

*

Ironshire's Market district was bustling as Aran wound his way through the thick crowds, the air alive with the shouts of merchants and farmers haggling for best price, and the clucks, lows and bleats of the multitudes of chickens, cows and sheep that were being sold or traded. The market was on the north side of the town, and Smythe had sent Aran here on an errand. Aran had been eager to accept the task, for he'd been in Ironshire a month, now, and hadn't left Smythe's house the entire time. His intense training schedule kept him busy, though, so he hadn't really spared much thought for the outside world, but now he was out and about, he found himself smiling broadly as he took in the ordered chaos around him.

The day was fine despite an unexpected storm that had blown through last night, and the morning sun warmed Aran's face as he wended his way through the throng as gently as he could. He kept his Gift in check, of course; it would not do to unleash it in a crowd. A bearded Dwarven cutler waved at him as he passed, pointing to a table arrayed with kitchen knives, his words lost in the din. Smiling politely, Aran continued on; Smythe had not sent him out for knives.

The Market was a sprawling hive of activity, with folk coming from all over to buy and sell and trade, from the Emerin Forest in the south, all the way up to Maralon in the north. Aran passed bakers and potters and cobblers and carvers; you could buy whatever you wanted at the Ironshire Market, if you looked hard enough. It was when he was passing a seamstress' stall that he stopped in his tracks, halted by brilliant red curls that fell to pale shoulders left exposed by an embroidered silk dress with a delightfully low neckline. He'd met this gorgeous woman before, when he'd first arrived in town.

Rayna -- that was her name; he'd never forget it -- was bartering with a dark-haired woman who's back was to Aran. From what he could tell, the woman was trying to trade Rayna some baskets for one of her dresses. He stepped a little closer, his curiosity piqued.

"Three baskets for the satin one in yellow," the dark-haired woman said, pointing to the dress she meant, which was hanging up behind Rayna. Aran couldn't see her face, but she had a pleasant-sounding voice, and her accent was similar to others he had heard around town. A local, then. She had a strap slung over her shoulder, from which hung several woven cane baskets.

"As always, I like your taste, Bella," Rayna replied with a smile. "But that dress is worth much more than three baskets. How about one in linen instead?"

Bella's laugh tinkled merrily. "I swear, Rayna, you won't be happy till you've impoverished me. Four baskets!" She said, holding up four fingers to enunciate. "My final offer! I wove them myself, and they'll last you long years."

Rayna was eyeing the other woman, considering the offer when she noticed Aran standing off to one side. Her smile deepened. "Aran!" She cried, waving him over.

The other woman -- Bella -- turned to face him as he approached, and he saw she was very attractive in her own right. Where Rayna had fine facial features; high cheekbones and a neat, slim jawline, Bella was softer and rounder in the face, with fuller cheeks and dimples in the corners of her plump lips that said she liked to smile. Her eyes were almost as dark as her hair, and they sparkled as they regarded him. While Bella's neckline was somewhat higher than Rayna's, she still displayed an enticing modicum of cleavage, and her tight-fitting dress hinted at a body very similar to the redhead's.

"I was hoping I'd see you again!" Rayna said, beaming. "You left in such a hurry the other night. Was everything alright?"

Aran felt a deep pulse from his Gift now that he was back in her presence, and there was an answering call from Rayna, as if she wanted to draw him in. Smythe said this attraction with willing women would only increase over time, and he needed to be wary of it. "Yes, everything was alright," he replied politely. "Thank you for asking. I've thought of you often, and would have visited, but I've been tied up with other matters, I'm afraid."

Rayna's sky-blue eyes crinkled as she laughed. "Well, that sounds very mysterious and vague, Aran, though a woman does like to know she's being thought about from time to time."

Bella nodded agreement, eyeing Aran with interest. He felt the same pull toward her that he did with Rayna.

"Where are my manners?" Rayna playfully chided herself with a click of her tongue. "This is Bella."

Aran took Bella's hand, bowing over it slightly in the proper fashion. "A pleasure, Bella," he said, releasing her hand as he straightened. Just barely, Aran could remember a young man whom had once had trouble talking with pretty women. Whatever Smythe had been teaching him must be working, for he felt relaxed and comfortable.

"Nice to meet you, Aran," she replied, smiling as she looked up at him through long lashes. "I've never seen you in Ironshire before. What brings you here?"

"Training," Aran answered. "I'm apprenticed to a local smith." It was close enough to the truth, really. Smythe made weapons -- good ones -- and supplied them to the town watch among other folk, like merchant's guards and the like. Everyone who knew Smythe knew him as a maker of weapons, and nothing else.

"Really?" Rayna asked, eyeing him up and down quizzically. "Who is your master?"

"Henley Smythe," Aran told them truthfully.

"I've heard of him," Bella said with a grin. "Though I've not met him. Shame, though; I hear he's a right handsome man, and rich to boot!" She shot a look at Rayna and they shared a giggle.

"Nothing wrong with his apprentice, either," Rayna said with a wink.

"Aye," Bella agreed, eyeing Aran approvingly.

Were these two always this forward? Or was their promiscuity brought forth by the the Gift? If he was being honest with himself, Aran cared not; he'd been without a woman's touch for over a month, now, including visits with Elaina on the Plane -- which he'd only had the pleasure of doing once before Smythe had placed a moratorium on the fairer sex -- and speaking with the two gorgeous women in front of him was reminding Aran of every night he'd slept alone since.

"So, I'm guessing the two of you know each other somewhat?" Aran asked, doubtful that they spoke in such a manner after having only just met.

"Aye," Rayna answered, a twinkle in her sapphire eye. "Our shops in town are near to each other. Bella likes my dresses, but never wants to pay enough, so we often do the same old bargaining dance on market days, but I always win!"

Bella adopted an affronted look. "My ass, Red!" She said playfully. "You charge too much! Plain and simple! And you don't always win; I've gotten a fair price out of you, from time to time."

Aran grinned at their banter while he perused Rayna's stall. She had several bolts of fabric laid out on the table before her, and several dresses on display behind, hanging from wooden hooks or fitted onto dummies. Some of the fine-looking garments had wickedly low necklines, and Aran found himself wondering what Elaina would look like in of these dresses. He'd never seen his voluptuous former mentor in a dress; she always wore either trousers and shirts, or her diaphanous robe, when she was wearing anything at all.