Commander Pinter Ch. 09

Pinter let go of Mandala's ass as she went wild, as she fucked the rod like it was a cock that would never pop and lose its strength before she had her fill. She put both hands behind her and leaned back, thrusting crazily, moaning loudly as Mandala let her go and leaned backward, as well. They bounced their hips. Pinter's mind went blank. She was right on her spot, and she burned with it. She called out again and again. Her mouth curled into an "O," and her stomach convulsed. Her pussy clenched around the rod, and she came.

She heard Mandala through her cries, coming with her, rocking her hips through their orgasms to work every last bit out of each other. Pinter fell on her elbows as a series of violent bucks shot up her body. She let go, fell on her back, and opened her eyes to the ceiling as she settled down.

The rod slid out of her as Mandala moved. The Draenei shifted, and she crawled above Pinter, holding the rod in one hand. It glistened with their juices, and Mandala sucked one of the ends, licking it clean, humming to herself as she did so. Pinter reached for her lover. Mandala set down the rod, and she kissed Pinter.

"I like this gift," Mandala whispered.

"Me, too," Pinter said, and their legs locked around each other, sticky with their cum. Their lovemaking was only just beginning.

* * *

Morning dawned gold in the east as the rising sun silhouetted the jagged mountains. From Pinter's window in the inn she could see a tall summit rising high above the others, far on the horizon. Mandala joined her at the window and gently put her arm around her. "Skyreach," she said.

Pinter nodded, and they dressed.

The day was still young when they embarked. Rukhan and his guards joined them, along with Admiral Taylor who rode his ghost steed. Pinter and Mandala rode in front of Anna and Jarvus, who were already in their Worgen forms. Indrid never let Admiral Taylor out of her sight, riding close to Ephial who had joined them as an extra sword.

There was something off-putting about Mandala's older sister. Pinter hadn't spoken to her since dinner the previous night, and she was already tightly wound. This morning, though, Indrid rode in silence even though Anna was a chatterbox of questions about their home world. What were things like in Stormwind? What were the new fashions coming out of the Trade District? Was Tapper McNabb still begging people for hamburgers? Indrid gave direct responses of little words, and Anna soon quieted, still chipper but turning her attention to her brother.

Even Mandala was quiet, although she rode close to her sister. Pinter sensed something between them, some sort of barrier that hadn't been there yesterday afternoon when the mage rode into Admiral Taylor's garrison. She couldn't put her finger on it, but when she glanced Indrid's direction she caught the Draenei scowling at her. Actually scowling! And Indrid quickly looked away.

Pinter's heart leapt and she looked at Mandala, who just rode with her gaze straight ahead, that stoic expression of the paladin calmly spread across her face. Pinter put it out of her mind, but that look just drove her mad. What had she done? Nothing! Pinter was half a mind to set things straight right then and there, but she respected Mandala's friendship too much to make anything dramatic.

They rode in silence for a few more miles. They passed through a canyon where wrecked mining equipment lined the walls and humanoid machines lay in the dust like broken siege engines. They followed a winding path up a hill, switching back again and again beneath the glaring Araki sun. And when they finally reached the pinnacle they stopped as a series of platforms extended through the air surrounded by pillars, topped with lenses, a true testimony to the majesty and might of the heavens.

"Skyreach," Rukhmar said.

They fought fast and viciously.

They were barely in the front gates when a mob of Akkroan zealots set upon them. Mandala went to work, drawing their aggression, tossing her hammer of light in the ground and bubbling herself to their attacks. Pinter watched as Indrid cast a combustion spell that spread among the enemy birds, and Jarvus and Admiral Taylor found openings to hack and slash with claw and sword respectively. Anna took the form of her beautiful silver vines, but her healing spells were hardly needed. Pinter fired a well aimed shot right down the open beak of one of their adversaries, and when he fell dead he exploded like an incendiary bomb. The blast stunned his comrades, giving Mandala the chance to cut them all down.

Pinter's band cleared the atrium all the way to a higher platform where a tall priest calling himself Ranjit waited for them. He called upon the winds, and the adventurers had to dodge arms of localized storms that rotated around the platform like clock hands. It was a hectic fight, but Mandala was able to wear him down, and finally Jarvus shattered the bird priest's beak with a heavy blow of his panther paw. Ranjit staggered about the platform with his wings over his face, and Pinter dropped him with a single shot through the head.

They fought a guard automaton that was identical to the ones they saw broken in the dust but easily three times the size. Mandala confused its targeting mechanisms as she ran through its legs over and over in a figure eight, and finally Indrid exploded its head with a powerful fireball. Half-melted metal gears showered down around the adventurers. Rukhan applauded. They were making incredible time.

A giant raven tried to burn them to ash with bird-shaped fire bombs, but they overwhelmed him, clipping his wing, sending him spiraling and broken down the edge of the mountain. They pushed their way through a swirling wind maze, and after dealing with another room full of crazed Akkroan priests they found themselves on the grand terrace of Skyreach where Rukhan pointed at a tall Akkroan on the far end.

"Vyrex," Rukhan called out in his raspy voice. "Your followers are dead. Leave this place to its rightful owners, and we may yet accept you as a friend."

Vyrex responded with a highly concentrated beam of light that Pinter only barely disengaged from. The fight was brutal, but eventually Admiral Taylor landed a heavy blow across the sage's wing, breaking her arm. Mandala was free to kill her however she saw fit. She handed Vyrex's head to Rukhman as a trophy.

"My thanks to you all," Rukhman said. "You have done my people a great service today. Skyreach will always be open to you."

"You generosity has been too much," Pinter said.

"And now, Admiral," Indrid said, shouldering her staff, "you will come with me."

"Oh, I don't think so," Admiral Taylor said.

Pinter meant to laugh, but a blinding white light overtook her. Vaguely she saw the shapes of her friends, of Indrid and Rukhmam in the light, staggering as they covered their faces and fought to see. Their forms faded, and everything was white, all around Pinter.

"Come, Pinter," Admiral Taylor said somewhere in the haze. "You are mine."

* * *

Mandala's ears filled with a deafening hiss as she crouched with her arm over her face. She winced in pain as the hiss bit her nerves, as it shot along her spine to the base of her neck. She nearly cried in pain, but then all was silent. She was on solid ground with grass beneath her feet. A cool breeze caressed her purple skin, and a flock of birds sang somewhere in the distance. Mandala uncovered her face and looked up.

It was Admiral Taylor's garrison where the ghosts went about their business. Mandala was surrounded by the other adventurers, Jarvus and Anna back in their Human forms, Indrid, Rukhman, and his followers nearby. Mandala looked around, and she stood quickly. "Pinter!"

The other adventurers broke their daze, and Indrid was on her feet fast. "Where is Admiral Taylor?" she asked.

"How did we get here?" Anna asked. "We're back in the Admiral's garrison."

"Some sort of magic," Rukhman said. "Something dark is at work here, something I did not see."

"We have to go back," Jarvus said.

"We don't even know what happened," Indrid said.

"Betrayal," Mandala said, her blood boiling with rage. "That dead man tricked us."

"Don't you dare speak of Admiral Taylor like that," Indrid said. "He was an honorable man."

"And he kidnapped Pinter," Mandala said. "She's in Skyreach. Don't tell me we spent all this time liberating it just to let some ghost take my friend and get away with it."

"Don't let your emotions take control," Indrid said.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Mandala asked.

"Even the lowest paladin knows," Indrid said. "You were always a little to rash to serve the Light. A little too passionate."

"I fear for my friend," Mandala said, squaring her shoulders and standing face to face with Indrid.

"Perhaps it is a little more than friendship," Indrid said with a cock of her head.

"You..."

A deep-throated horn sounded outside he garrison walls. Mandala and Indrid stood down and ran with the others to the nearest watch tower.

Fires burned in the forest. Gray shapes moved about in the tree line hauling flaming rocks, battering rams, siege equipment. They swarmed like dark insects gathering in preparation to overtake a stricken animal. There were so many of them, and Mandala made out long swords on their left hands. "The Shattered Hand," she said quietly.

"They mean to attack?" Anna asked.

A fiery rock launched from the forest and crashed into the open inside the garrison walls, spitting sparks and cinders as it crashed to a halt in front of the stables. The ghosts scattered in panic, the soldiers taking up their arms and readying for the coming assault.

"I think they mean to," Mandala said. Pinter would have to wait.

* * *

Pinter lay on the wide, circular bed in a sheer nightgown. She woke slowly, and she looked around the room. The last thing she remembered was Mandala handing Vyrex's head to Rukhman. Then Admiral Taylor blinded them. Now she was here. Outside the window the Araki summits stretched to the horizon. Golden ornamentation lined the ceiling in a shining trim, the same patterns and lines that she recalled from Skyreach. Instead of her adventuring gear she wore a sheer, see-through nightgown. Her undergarments we gone, her nipples red rumors beneath the fine fabric. She must still be in the Arakkoan sanctuary. She had to find the others.

The door to the chamber opened, and in walked Admiral Taylor. Pinter sat up defensively. He was still a ghost, but he had changed from his military garb to the proper dress clothes of nobility. Admiral Taylor crossed the room the bed where Pinter curled her legs underneath her.

"Where are the others?" Pinter asked.

"They are safe," Admiral Taylor said. "They are gone."

He sat down on the bed and reclined next to her. Pinter inched away, but Admiral Taylor put his arm around her, keeping her close. "Skyreach is ours," Admiral Taylor said. "I was only waiting to clear it. Now it is mine, and you are with me. The greatest palace in all of Draenor belongs to us. The sky belongs to us, and we will belong to each other."

"What are you talking about?" Pinter asked, but Admiral Taylor kissed her. He was solid, and his lips were warm, pleasant. His kiss was delicate, and if it weren't for the circumstances and the sudden turn of events Pinter would have gladly given in. As it was, the kiss fumbled along awkwardly until Admiral Taylor gave up and broke off.

"Your resist me now," Admiral Taylor said. "Soon you will see. We are together, and we have all of eternity to love each other. This is our home now. You will love me for all I have given you."

Admiral Taylor put his hand on Pinter's chest. She recoiled, but he held her shoulder. He put his hand down her belly, down her abdomen, and he slipped his fingers between her legs. He clutched her through the nightgown, and surprisingly Pinter found herself go wet. Admiral Taylor felt it, and he grinned.

Pinter's heart beat a little faster. An eternity to love each other, she thought, but in the meantime she could try to figure out a way to get out of here. First things first, though, she didn't have much of a choice over what was about to happen. Pinter took the back of Admiral Taylor's head and kissed him. He twisted his finger in her crotch. Pinter gasped and opened her legs. Might as well enjoy this before getting down to business.