In the Name of Entropy Ch. 02

author's note: This story contains elements of nonconsent, and irresponsible use of death magic. all feedback is welcome

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Queen Keliana squealed as she bounced up and down on General Barkad's dick. "Oh, gods! Fuck me! Fuck your Queen!" Her gown and skirts sighed with each movement, swishing as she did.

Barkad could barely believe his luck. He was drunk on Phenian wine. He groaned and held her more tightly, pulled her up and down more aggressively. Keliana rode him like a horse, saw the tight cords of muscles on his arms, his neck. Saw the vein in his forehead ready to pop.

Such was the power she had. The power to bring her General to his knees with weakness. The power to have any man with a single word. The power to ruin a kingdom and spoil its people. She thought of the villages between Hivra and Dajar, thought of the people caught in the middle. Captives and slaves, being taken by soldiers. Being sold. It got her so hot. She came from imagining the war more than Barkad—not that he wasn't trying.

"Oh, fuck!" she yelled. Barkad cried out, too. His fingers dug deep into her ass cheeks as he pushed in, one final time. She clung to his body as he spent himself inside her.

She would have to take care of that, she thought. She knew what a scandal it would be if she got pregnant by one of her Generals. Only a King could give her legitimate children, and in her forty years of ruling Hivra, no man had ever been strong enough, or necessary enough, to fill that seat.

She climbed off Barkad, who sat back in a chair that cost five times his annual pay. She went over to her vanity table and cleaned herself, watching him in the mirror as he slowly recovered. "Hellroth is already at Mindan."

Barkad looked at her, confused. She could have asked him his name and he might have blanked. But then he remembered. "Oh, that town by the river. Really, already? That was fast."

Keliana nodded. "He's my fastest marcher. General Mejani and her soldiers have left the capital for Glavial, as well. But don't worry," winking at him, "you're still my favorite."

And of course he believed this. It was one of her longest investments. General Hellroth was too vicious to control, and he only got along with Keliana because they shared a lust for war. General Mejani was adored by her soldiers for her mastery of all things military, but that meant she was hesitant to throw soldiers away, when that was the whole point of a contract war—at least from Keliana's perspective.

But General Barkad. He was loyal. She'd fucked him into servitude, and now he would do anything, absolutely anything she asked.

She went over to him, knelt down. Took his softening member in her mouth to clean it.

"My Queen," he said, surprised.

"I have a very special task for you," she murmured. "Mindan is inconsequential to the war once the bridge is open, but beyond it, in Dajari territory, is Kho."

"I know it," he said. He was getting hard again. Few men could resist the sight of Queen Keliana's mouth bobbing up and down on their cock.

"Mm," she said. "Kho is a trade capital for Dajar. It's also where we signed our agreement to enter into the contract wars. If Jioh wishes to back out of the contract, he has to use the senate building in Kho to legitimize his request."

"I see," Barkad said, but he didn't. He saw stars when Keliana went down on him, and her chambers were quiet but for the slow, wet sucking sounds.

"Normally," she said, "Kho would be off-limits. I need to leave it open to him if he wants to throw in the towel. But it seems King Jioh has plans to play dirty, this time. He doesn't want to share the entrocite. So you, my favorite General, are going to march into Kho, and take it. To do this, I'm giving you my remaining cavalry forces."

"All of them, your Majesty?" He looked down at her incredulously. And into her robe, where her big pale breasts jiggled in the loose silks.

"Every noncritical soldier still in the capital," she purred. "Hellroth and Mejani are going to pincer Dajar's forces from the north and south. And when Jioh emerges to surrender, we will destroy him."

Barkad groaned, and came in her mouth. She shut her eyes, because she didn't actually like tasting another man's seed. This was a whore's job, or that of a prisoner of war. But she needed him on her side, even for her questionable decisions.

"You'll do this for me," she said, in her best commanding tone. She got up when he'd gone soft again. She wondered if she had, finally, fucked someone senseless.

But Barkad sobered up. He understood the gravity of her command. "I will do it."

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Fal had never seen a witch before. She'd heard how they'd all been slaughtered, wiped off the map early in the contract wars. They made the game unfair, and it was said that an elder witch could end a war before it truly began.

General Enva of Dajar was, she started to think, one such witch.

Fal and the others remained crouched behind a stretch of brick wall, hidden by Hellroth's distracted soldiers and the sharp angles of firelight. Only if someone came looking right at them would they see the four swords, just another mercenary band caught in the shuffle. Collateral damage.

"What do we do?" Clay asked. "Also, there goes our money for the job."

Broad looked at him, annoyed.

"We have to get out of here," Estoc said.

Fal frowned. She didn't want to leave Mindan, but the town was all but gone. Hellroth and his soldiers had pillaged the place like it was an enemy city. Whatever wasn't burning was crumbling down, and even then, only the strongest of the old buildings remained. There would still be captives, innocents caught between the clashing forces. But they were just four mercenaries, unpaid for their efforts. Not, strictly speaking, involved.

There was nothing more they could do here. "You're right," she whispered to the others. "We have to go."

General Enva dismounted her black-maned horse. She stepped to the front ranks of her soldiers and looked across the bridge to General Hellroth. Her eyes were the color of hungry flames, and she wouldn't stop smirking.

Hellroth gave a shout, and his soldiers formed ranks. They lifted their shields and swarmed into orbit around their Captains. They easily outnumbered Enva's forces. Fal guessed she had maybe a thousand, while Hellroth's full company neared five thousand.

"Witch or not," Hellroth roared over the bridge, "I'll give you one chance to surrender."

Enva cocked her head at him. Like he was a sad, lost animal. "The entrocite. Don't you feel it?"

As this went on, Fal led the swords toward the town exit. They skirted Lord Nobright's estate, where the hills and roads spread out beyond them. If they could keep out of the fires and move before the fighting started, they might have a chance.

Hellroth spat. "I always feel it."

The witch smiled. "I see. You scourged the town because you were bored. Or because you're already addicted to it. That's fascinating."

"Enough of this," Hellroth said. "Hellhounds!" And his soldiers howled and stepped forward, shields up, swords out like fangs. Slowly they marched to the bridge, a phalanx reflecting the burning town.

Enva didn't move. Her soldiers looked anxious, but remained still, clearly awaiting orders.

"Tell me," she said. "Did you start all those fires yourself?"

Clay stopped. "Oh, shit."

They were so close, Fal thought. They'd gained some ground on a hill on the Dajar side of town, overlooking Mindan. Fal turned to Clay, about to yell at him to keep moving.

And watched as all the town's fire, all its destruction, leapt like a beast at Enva's command. Darkness swept across Mindan as the flames were snuffed, but they didn't go away. They just collected into one monstrous pillar, writhing like a serpent-whip of pure hate.

Then Enva flicked her wrist, and brought the whole thing down on them.

Hellroth and his forces turned and tried to scatter around it. They'd been too concentrated on the bridge, and were too clustered on it now to properly flee from the chaos. The General realized, his face illuminated in a brief and terrible moment, that he was the epicenter of the attack. The whip of fire collided with him and he roared in pain as he was thrown back by the sheer force of it.

"Holy fuck," Clay said. "Holy fucking shit."

Estoc's hands shook. "She's not even an elder."

Fal didn't look away. She couldn't. From their vantage point, it looked like the witch controlled a whip, and it seared through Hellroth's forces. Their screams lit up the night, the way the civilians' had when Hellroth had plundered the place.

But not all of his thousand were in that frontal cone. Enva couldn't hit everyone with the fire, and she began to step back. With cries of pure unbridled rage, Hellroth's remaining soldiers—and even some of the burnt ones—made a mad rush toward the witch's forces.

"Go," Broad said. "Fal, Estoc, come on."

Fal finally swallowed. "Yeah. Right."

She forced herself to look away. Pushed as she crested the dark hill overlooking Mindan. If they could just get clear—

Estoc gasped. She saw them first, as the four swords ran smack into Enva's rearguard.

Fal was seized before she even had a chance to scream.

—

General Katar polished his namesake daggers. He laid them against the Dajari uniform signifying his rank. It would be the only time in the next few months—years, maybe, depending on how the fighting went—where everything was clean and orderly, his push knives sharpened and polished, his clothes folded and clean. Then the smell of rot and blood would find him, and he would become an agent of destruction. The slow, methodical cleaning of his equipment made him feel like an assassin.

And really, that's what he was. When he'd been a sword, he'd been one of the richest men in the kingdom for the quick ruthlessness with which he took his contracts. But that kingdom he once served didn't have a name, because it didn't exist anymore. A contract had been written by Dajar to wipe it out. So now he was Dajari.

He put on his uniform, equipped his blades, and went out into central Kho. The morning air was crisp with the first hints of autumn, and traders had come to the place in droves. The city was busy now, and by week's end would be absolutely packed. It would be the only safe place for a while, depending on how long the contract held out.

He found General Vrian, the third of King Jioh's most trusted soldiers, on the battlements in the upper city. She was in uniform, too, and he'd always liked how she filled it. Her full breasts made her badge tilt skyward, reflecting the light.

"Taking in your last view of the place?" he asked.

Vrian turned to him. Her features were sharp, and she had a wicked smile under that tangle of dark, curly hair. "Just wondering what it would all look like on fire, with soldiers dying by the score."

Katar laughed. "You'll see it soon enough. Jioh tells me you're marching out, while I have to defend the city?"

"More or less," Vrian said. "So sorry to spoil the fun, love. I know how much you enjoy these contracts."

Katar put his hands up. "I've lived through enough of them. The early days aren't the interesting part. What really matters are the meatier moments. The turning points. That's where Jioh will send me."

Vrian studied him, biting her lip. "I've been given three thousand soldiers. Over twice as much as I had in the last war, when we conquered Pheni. Jioh is sending me on a sneak attack into their forest town. Glavial, I think it's called."

"Glavial's fun," Katar said. "Use the trees for cover and travel at night. Keliana will be quite offended when she sees it taken. Though I'm not sure of its strategic value..."

Vrian shrugged. "Who cares? Jioh says it'll get us to victory closer." She stepped in front of Katar, her eyes bright with that familiar spark. "True victory this time, Katar. We're invading Hivra. Putting that bitch Queen in her place. Did you know that?"

Talk of slaughter always made Vrian hot. Katar didn't mind it, either, but he didn't share her particular bloodlust. It was the conquering he loved. The taking of a kindgom, and its people. Watching as they resisted higher powers, believing they could win. That was the path that led him to worthy foes.

He chuckled, and stepped aside from her. "I knew. That's why Kho is important. Some idiot of the Queen's will try to attack it."

Vrian looked surprised. "They wouldn't dare. The contract forbids it."

Ktar raised an eyebrow at her. "Ah, the contract. And will you be playing by the rules, slaughtering the people in the forest?"

"The slaughter makes us stronger."

"War makes us stronger, Vrian. Domination. Being pushed to your limit, and overcoming the struggle you face. With or without entropy, the engine of all empowerment is conflict. Slaughter is just slaughter."

Vrian looked at him a long moment. "You almost sound sad."

He laughed. "Don't mistake me. I'm as willing as you. But I know the difference between bloodshed and progress."

Annd Katar bowed to her, perhaps a little mockingly. He kissed her hand, the one she used to bludgeon her opponents from behind. "Have a good war, General. Try not to lose. I have a city to protect."

—

Claymore was the only one they didn't bring away in chains. He was Dajari, so they were willing to listen to him. They might have listened to Broad, too, after he brought down six of their men before the four swords were finally overwhelmed. But, as usual, he said nothing. He let himself be led away, to General Enva's prisoner tents.

That was the last Fal had seen of him. Now her hands were tied above and behind her head, and she had a slave collar. She was tethered to a pole just outside the nearest prisoner tent. The soldiers had left her there while they'd taken the others away for interrogation. She hadn't seen Estoc since the capture..

General Hellroth's forces had been annihilated. Literally, in the General's case. He'd gone up like paper, turned into pure ash. But even when Enva put down her fire whip, his Hellhounds should have won. They outnumbered the witch's forces heavily, and they had the advantage of terrain.

Fal watched the whole thing happen. The way the witch's forces would appear and reappear. The way they moved in the deepest shadows of Mindan's burnt buildings, and ambushed an entire platoon coming to kill them. Enva never moved from her spot, and kept her hands moving in slow motions like a maestro. And she had won, handily. Queen Keliana's bloodthirsty general was no more.

This left her soldiers to sweep up what was left of the plunder. Mindan had truly, finally been sacked for all it was worth. The Hivrain citizens betrayed by Hellroth were now in a new, maybe more expected type of servitude as they were brought into Enva's camp.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt a tug on her slave collar. Two shadows obscured her vision and Fal was hoisted off the pole, then dropped to the ground.

The Dajari soldiers chuckled. "This one's Hivrain, no question."

"I'm a sword," Fal said. "A falchion. Let me and my friends go."

"Yeah, we know," one of them said. Fal noticed he had her falchion on his hip. "It's a nice blade. Where'd you get it?" He cupped her chin, tilting it up to face him.

"I forged it myself," she said. Then she spat in his face.

He scowled, and backhanded her. Fal collapsed into the dirt, her bound hands failing to catch her in time. They chuckled, and one of them nudged her with his boot. "Come on. We don't have long."

She was hauled into the tent, and tossed onto a bedroll. She landed facedown, her face in a pillow, and felt the Dajari behind her remove her boots.

He pushed her shoulders down when she tried to get up. "General Enva's going to want to know what you were doing in Mindan. But she's busy sniffing out the entrocite. So until she needs you, we get to have all the fun."

Fal tried to get up, squirming hard, but the soldier kept her pinned. She felt the cold night air on her ass as her pants were yanked down, then the weight of the soldier leaning over her.

The next tent over, she heard a woman's moans. The rough slap of flesh on flesh. "Oh, gods!" It was Lieutenant Venna, who had been captured by Hellroth's soldiers before. It seemed Enva's soldiers had found her as well. Fal had saved her from Hellroth, only now...

I'm sorry, Estoc, Fal thought. I failed you, and the team.

"That's it," the soldier behind her whispered in her ear. He hung over her, and she felt him trying to line himself up with her cunt. "Don't fight it. Just let it happen." He squeezed her breast through her tunic. Worked his hand in and kneaded the flesh, looking for the nipple.

"N-no," Fal murmured. "Let me go, you piece of shit."

She heard the other soldier chuckle. "This one's got a mouth on her. Let's see her put it to use, first."

The soldier behind Fal sighed. "Really, man?"

The other one shrugged. "Why do you get all the fun?"

Fal squirmed, trying to get up. The soldier holding her grumbled, then pulled her up to her knees. Her pants were left down, and her tunic was cut off by a long Dajari knife. Her bra was discarded, never to be found again. Her heavy breasts hung there, and she kept trying to cover them, but they would grab her hands and push them away.

One of them whistled, groping her breasts. "Personally, I think you're much hotter than your friend."

She knew they meant Estoc. She wanted to ask about her, but kept silent.

The Dajari slid his hand to the back of her head, winding his fingers in her hair. He was still hard. Fal also couldn't help notice her sword, dangling on his belt. Held there improperly. He wouldn't even know how to use it.

"You distracted?" he said. "Get to it."

She opened her mouth, only a little, and he pushed in. It was the biggest cock she'd ever had in there. "Nm!" she said immediately.

He laughed. "Yeah, I thought so. Haughty Hivrain bitches think they're so tough. Well, your kingdom's about to fall, honey. Enva's going to carve a fucking scythe through your map, and drink up all your entrocite. And the entropy we make along the way will only make us stronger."

He thrust, and hit the back of her throat. Fal's eyes were wide with terror. She lifted her bound hands, trying to push away, but he would have none of that. He tightened his grip and thrust harder, fucking her mouth with fast, deep strokes.

"Glk, glk, glk!"

The other Dajari grabbed her tits, kneading them in big, slow handfuls. "Very nice."

Fal winced. Her large breasts had always been sensitive. She tried to ignore the sparks of pleasure his fingers caused. She didn't want to get wet for these men, but it started to happen. Her body reacted to attention that had been denied it for so long...

"Oh, fuck," said the soldier fucking her throat. "You like that, slut? Are you a whore?"

"Nrm!" Fal insisted. She tried to be like Estoc, holding in her screams, but then the soldier behind her squeezed her breasts and rolled her nipples. She squirmed in his grip.

She stopped fighting it. Started to go with the soldier's movements, bobbing her head back and forth. She opened her mouth wider, trying to take all of him in. She made small, hungry moaning sounds. If she could get him off sooner, it would be over...

"Oh, shit," the soldier said. "Oh, shit!"

Then his grip tightened, and she swallowed the stream of jizz that filled her mouth. Fal groaned at the sheer volume of it, like he'd been saving it all for her. She'd heard the rumors that Dajari men were more virile and healthy due to not using so much entrocite. She tried not to think about that. But no Hivrain man she'd ever been with had cum quite so much.

She couldn't keep it all in. She pulled her head back and coughed, spitting out heavy globs of his jizz. The soldier stepped back and chuckled. The one behind her just watched with dark lust sparking his eyes.