Fourth Vector Ch. 12

Vertulis reached down between his legs to take her nipple in his hand, pinching it between his fingers hard enough to earn a gasp of pain from the whore. This was his favorite part, and nothing quite compared to getting his hands around a large pair of tits and fleshy, fat nipples.

She gasped again one more time as he did the other nipple, the gaze in her eyes turning to a questioning expression of pain. No doubt she wondered if he would be rough with her. More than once, her eyes flickered to the cage in the corner, yet that would not be her fate. At least, as long as she didn't do anything stupid.

"I think my cock could use some saliva, don't you?" he asked while she stroked him more vigorously. The whore nodded while she leaned forward and slowly drizzled a long stream of saliva onto the tip of his helmet. Rubbing it in with her fingers, her shiny spit soon coated the entire portion of the head.

"That's it, girl. Now taste it."

The whore gave several more strokes before she stuck out her tongue and flickered it against the tip. Vertulis thrust his hips forward involuntarily, enjoying the sensation of her mouth against his cock. She soon sucked the tip all the way inside her mouth, causing an incredibly arousing sight of his light colored flesh surrounded by her darkness.

"Keep sucking. Get it all wet for me. Make me ready for that snatch of yours," said Vertulis through clenched teeth.

The whore slipped down further, her lips lowering over every inch of his shaft until she reached the base. Her eyes watered at taking so much cock down her throat, causing her to come up for breath a moment later.

"So you can deepthroat?" asked the king with a sly smile. "You were a much more timid girl the first time we coupled together."

She looked away shyly, her hands resuming the stroking of his cock before Vertulis pulled her chin back to face his direction. "I meant that as a compliment, lovely. In any event, it didn't mean stop!"

She nodded and resumed her sucking, spending extra time with the tip in a way that made the king's eyes roll to the back of his head. Soon enough, she started deepthroating him again, not stopping until her lips were touching his balls. It was an impressive display and it only made him want to sample her other holes even more.

"That's enough of that," said the king as he pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Time to saddle up and ride. Face that way and back up to my cock."

She nodded and stood to her knees wordlessly. After she turned around, she pressed out her ass, small and subtle, a total difference from the first whore he saw that evening. Vertulis smacked her pert ass several times, causing her to jump with excitement. Once he was satisfied with the sound of flesh smacking flesh, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back.

His cock sunk in between her legs, lost in the darkness of her body. Reaching between her thighs, he found her opening, already slick with arousal and presenting a sweet, pink target for his manhood. Placing the helmet on mark, Vertulis gave a swift thrust until the tip nestled between her lips.

She gasped at the intrusion as the king pulled her hips back, sinking his cock in almost halfway with the first stroke. She was so tight but wet enough to enable the movement without much hindrance. Vertulis was entranced at the sight of his cock disappearing between her dark flesh, a pleasure that was robbed from him with most of the other girls. This whore's exotic background made her an excellent sample of variety that he'd been craving.

Vertulis pushed her hips forward slightly before moving them back again, sinking more of his cock inside her body. Once she was all the way down, the king let her set the initial rhythm, pushing back only as much as she wanted to. For that reason, the pace set out as slow but steady, her pink opening swallowing his cock in repeated motion as her hips responded to his own. Vertulis rested his hand against her back, watching her tight ass ripple with every downward thrust.

It was a sight he could watch for hours if given the chance. Even though her ass wasn't the largest, it still made a delightful picture as it bounced off his cock. The noises the whore made were even hotter, her little squeaks and squeals of passion echoing throughout the room as he made deep intrusions into her body.

After tiring of the slow pace, Vertulis used his hands to push a more vigorous speed, pulling her hips back speedily as he felt his balls begin to tighten. The whore was moaning loudly now, and the king slapped her ass several times after she reached the crest of an orgasm. Feeling his passion begin to take over, Vertulis pulled her body back against him as his big hands went to her tits, mauling them and pinching her nipples as he rapidly thrust into her pussy.

In this position, she was completely within his mercy, being restrained against his body as he fucked her at will. The king's nose buried into the space between her neck and shoulder, enjoying her natural scent as he plundered her body. Things were starting to come to a head quickly. Vertulis' rapid thrusting was fueling the start of a mind-numbing orgasm. He could only control it so long as he clenched his teeth and tried to hold back.

It was of no use. He couldn't hold back the power behind his thrusting, and her wet snatch felt too good. It was only a matter of time before she milked his seed from his body, and he soon felt it rushing up his shaft.

"Mmm fuck, I'm cumming!" roared the king as he began to shoot all of his seed inside her greedy body. He shuddered several times as he held her tightly against him, filling her womb with all of his essence. She moaned slightly as he filled her, his cock only slipping from her snatch at the end as the last spurts landed against her mound and stomach.

Vertulis let her down softly beside him as he worked to regain his breath. With how hard he'd been thrusting at the end, he needed a moment to compose himself. She laid beside him, her hand drifting between her legs and taking some of his seed, rubbing it against her body and into her flesh.

"That was simply . . . delightful," he said finally, looking over at her body.

She smiled back at him, her body still flush with arousal.

"You're the perfect whore, do you know that? You don't talk and get right to business," said the king with a laugh. Whether she understood him or not was another issue, but it was of no matter to him. Standing from the couch, he grabbed his trousers and slipped them back on, his softened member soon disappearing from sight.

"Come on you, back to the pens," he said while thumbing his finger back in that direction.

She was up off the couch in a hurry, his seed still spilling down her thighs as they walked back to the main hall. She made no attempt to cover her nudity even though that was the way he'd found her. She was one of the only whores who was content to prance around without clothing, but it was something that endeared her to him in a way the others couldn't.

As they entered the main hall, Vertulis noticed one of his stewards bringing in new girls from the harem. He started to grin right away; he always enjoyed the day when he could set his sights on new flesh.

The first two girls were pretty to look at but not beautiful. Judging by their bodies, they would be good fits and he'd enjoy fucking them. It was the third girl that caught his eye in particular.

The blonde hair was the first thing he noticed, falling in gentle waves down to the middle of her back. She had sexy, sky-blue eyes and smooth, pale flesh unlike the kind found in Andalucia. The rest of her body was lithe, small, and impressive. Her chest stood out proudly, and she had just enough ass to make him stare for a moment too long. It was enough for her to notice, and she fixed him with a glare as she was put into the pen. She tried too hard to make her face appear to be indifferent to her fate, but her eyes betrayed her. A small undercurrent of fear ran deep, and a cunning smile filled the king's face.

"I'm really looking forward to breaking you in, my lovely," said Vertulis with a malicious leer.

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A short distance to the west, Jack found himself watching a pair of traders as they made their way along the road away from Septhada. It had been two days since the battle with theNumratha clan and thankfully for all of them, there had been no further fights in that time. It wasn't for a lack of enemies but since he added the two clans to his army, the other Andalucians seemed to be hesitant to attack him.

For the most part, they shadowed his army, staying just a half day behind his men where they could still strike if they sensed a weakness, but were still protected by numbers if Jack felt like turning on them. For he was no longer the hunted. His marines and two clans were more than an even match for the three remaining, at least for the time being. No other clans had shown up and the ride toward Septhada was progressing with all possible haste.

With him as usual were Greg, Abigail, and Vera but they were now joined by his own deputies for each clan. Abel, being the deputy for theMuthada, walked not far from Jack as well as theNumratha deputy, Samir. The two men had developed a working truce with each other and helped to get Jack's voice out to their respective clans.

If Jack had expected the Andalucian clans to be unruly, he was to be disappointed. The clans followed their chief's orders to the letter and worked well with the marines to keep a safe perimeter around their camp. It was especially important that they did, seeing as he only commanded the two clans by launching surprise attacks against them before. It was not a history he wanted to see repeated with the shoe on the other foot.

"Abel, about how far do you think we are from Septhada?" asked Jack as he turned toward the man.

Abel shrugged. "It shouldn't be much longer. Possibly even tonight if we continue this pace. We're making good progress through the land and the rough terrain of the mountains is mostly behind us."

"Good," said Jack. "Hopefully we can end this once we get there and I can speak with the king."And get Kat released. That was the part that he wanted the most. Grab her and leave the country. Even if he was starting to get rather fond of his Andalucian allies, there were certain elements of their island that rubbed him the wrong way. Slavery being the obvious first choice, but also the fact that every clan he encountered seemed to want to fight him. Best for them to be off at their first chance.

"I would not be so eager to speak with the king, clan chief," cautioned Samir. "He will not take kindly to what you have done with uniting our two clans."

"I did what I had to do to stay alive," said Jack with a firm tone. "I never set out to unite the clans as you call it. I certainly don't want to be king here. I just want to get what I came here for and leave."

Samir pursed his lips. "I don't think it will be that simple."

Jack opened his mouth to respond before Abigail caught his eyes. She placed a hand against his arm. "I think Samir is right, Jack. When has anything ever worked out easily the first time around? Look at where we are now compared to two weeks ago. We thought we'd just jump right into Andalucia, rescue Kat and be on our way. Instead, we seem to be broiled into another war."

Jack nodded slowly and spoke low enough for just her to hear. "I know. It hasn't been easy for us. I sincerely doubt I can bargain Kat away for nothing if she's a slave. Perhaps I can purchase her freedom back from the king. We have enough gold to offer. I'd hate to think of it as a transactional deal, but perhaps it can be as simple as that."

She smiled and pressed a brief kiss against his lips. "Your mind works in mysterious ways. I hope for all of our sakes, you're right about this."

Jack grinned. "As do I. There's nothing I want more than to be back on theDestiny with some privacy for the two of us." He then lowered his voice barely above a whisper. "I miss being intimate with you."

Abigail stuck her chest out slightly. "You know, clan chief, I'm sure your new subjects would be willing to lend you a tent for a few hours if you asked nicely."

"Don't think I haven't thought about that, but with how you get during sex, the whole camp would know what we just did the moment we got to it," said Jack with a laugh.

Abigail giggled and playfully slapped his arm. "You make it sound like that's a bad thing!"

"Not at all." He shook his head. "It's one of my favorite things about you. But it does require us to have a certain privacy."

As Jack kept up his playful teasing of Abigail, he became aware of a degree of commotion at the front of their column. There was a small squad ofNumratha that made up the vanguard of their army as they marched toward Septhada, but Jack could see several of those men making their way back quickly to his spot in the column. As they reached him, Jack could see sour looks on the faces of both men.

"Clan chief, there is a man up ahead. He's requesting an audience with you," said the first man, making a disgusted face as soon as the words were out.

"What seems to be the trouble with this man?" asked Jack. "What's causing that expression?"

"He is formerNumratha, clan chief. But he is no longer. He claims to speak for the high clan king of Andalucia," said the warrior.

"The high clan king? All right, send him back," said Jack firmly.

The warriors bowed together and raced back toward the front. Around Jack, a series of light chatter erupted as many tried to process the meaning of the envoy from the king. On his own, Jack wondered how he'd come to the attention of the king so quickly. Had word of his actions reached Septhada so rapidly?

TheNumratha warriors escorted back another man with them who could only have been the envoy. Physically, there was nothing to distinguish him from the other members of the clan. He had the same features and same garb as the otherNumratha. Yet, his own warriors treated him with a heavy manner of disgust, almost as if his very person was toxic. It was something Jack would have to get more answers for later.

The envoy to the Andalucian king appeared in front of Jack and bowed deeply before him. Unlike the otherNumratha, Jack noticed this man didn't prostrate himself on the ground, and he wondered if it was a possible sign of disrespect.

"Clan Chief Jack Easterbrook, my name is Walid, formerly of theNumratha clan. I'm here to—"

"Why formerly of theNumratha? Why are you not with your clan, Walid?" interrupted Jack.

Walid's face flashed with annoyance. "Because I serve the king now. He is my master and to whom I owe my allegiance."

"Is that why my men look at you with such disgust? Because you abandoned your own clan?" asked Jack. His words spurred on theNumratha close to him, many of them nodding their heads in agreement with his words.

Walid looked around at them as if to ascertain if he was in any danger. When no threatening moves appeared, he turned back to Jack. "As I said, I'm a special envoy from the king of Andalucia, and I bear a message for you."

"Go on then. Tell me your message, Walid."

"The high clan king of Andalucia, His Majesty Vertulis, has noticed your intervention in the affairs of the island. He is displeased with your actions, and he wishes for you to account for yourself at his court in Septhada," said Walid.

"We're already on our way to Septhada," said Jack. "To see the king ourselves."

Walid's lip curled up in amusement. "Then I shall act as your escort to the king. Time is of the utmost when you're sought by the sovereign of all Andalucia."

"I'm assuming you came directly from Septhada?" asked Jack. "How far away is it now?"

"We can be there tonight if we travel quickly," answered Walid. "His Majesty is most displeased with your actions. You've united two clans under your rule, a clear violation of Andalucian law. Be prepared to give reason behind your actions when you are face-to-face with the king."

"I'll speak with your king when I arrive there, Walid. And I will tell him the real story of what happened since I set foot in your country. Is that all? Do you have anything else with which to menace us with?"

Walid's ears turned red. "No, clan chief, that is all. I will escort you to the capitol city of the king. You are to keep your army outside the city walls and approach the king with no more than five men."

"Five men? How do I know this isn't some trick to get me alone and undefended?" asked Jack. "With what I've seen in this country, I wouldn't put it past anyone to be devious in order to attack us."

"The high clan king has no need for parlor tricks to deceive you. If he wanted you dead, you'd already be," said Walid simply. "You will either follow his rules or you will be killed. There is no alternative."

"Very well, Walid," said Jack. "We'll go toward our audience with the king. But I don't want you around my people. You are to move to the front of our column and separate yourself by a few hundred yards. Any closer than that, and I can't guarantee your safety from myNumratha warriors."

The color drained from Walid's face. Without any further words, he turned hastily and worked his way toward the front of the column.

"Slimy bastard," muttered Jack as soon as the envoy was gone. He then turned to look at Greg and Abigail. "This works out in our favor then. We wanted to see the king, and now he wants to see me."

"I don't like this though, Jack. This could be a trap," said Abigail. "He now knows you exist, and he's not happy with our presence here. This could spell trouble for us."

"It's not like we can ignore it though, Abigail. From what we know, the king has Kat. It's worth meeting with him for that reason alone."

"These circumstances make me nervous though," she said. "I didn't like the tone of that message."

"Not to mention, I'm not particularly happy about only taking so few men," said Greg. "I share your opinion on this one, Jack. They could be trying to separate us only to make the task of killing you easier."

"We'll just have to be careful who we pick," said Jack. "We'll only take marines with us. I'll take one of my deputies with me as well for advice." Jack then turned to look for the nearest one, seeing Abel not far away. "Abel, come here for a second."

The man trotted up quickly and smiled at Jack. "How can I help, clan chief?"

"No doubt you heard the entire message from the king's envoy?"

Abel nodded silently.

"What do you think? Does this spell trouble for us?"

"Quite possibly, clan chief. However the king can be dangerous and it will be wise to go into this expecting anything to happen."

"What would happen if I ignored this? If we didn't show up to see the king?"

Abel shook his head. "Nothing good would come about from it. As I told you before, the king has nominal authority over all the clan chiefs even if the power is not absolute. To ignore a summons from the king is a sign of rebellion. The king can then call on all clan chiefs to destroy you."

Jack nodded and then turned back to Abigail and Greg. "So we're in danger if we go and danger if we don't go. I guess that means our choice is already made."

Greg nodded. "I'm going with you at least. You'll need a good shot with you."

"We'll take Abel with us as well," said Jack as he gestured for theMuthada warrior to come closer. "Other than that, Greg, I want you to grab two more of your best men and have them ready to go. If we push hard, we should get there tonight."

"I still don't like the sound of this," said Abigail warily.

"Don't worry," cautioned Jack. "I have a plan."