Lady Sting Ch. 03

When Garrick broke out of it he noticed that Regeneria had stripped to her linens and was wading into the pool. She fell back into the water and spread her arms, floating with her eyes closed. She paddled backwards gently, using her body as a divining rod. After some moments she seemed satisfied.

"Put him in just here. Braeden, strip down. Do not be modest. Your healing will hasten if you bring nothing but your skin into the water."

Braeden gingerly removed his clothes with Robeart's help. The ride in had been more painful than he had let on; his face was ashen and his breathing labored. The brigands guided him to the water and he walked in, holding his ribcage with one hand.

Regeneria drifted over. She eased Braeden backwards to float on the surface and guided his prone body by a hand in the small of his back. She tasted the water and pulled him in a bit deeper, then removed her hand to let him bob over the spot she had selected.

"Rest, now, Braeden, but do not sleep. Think pleasant thoughts and stay calm. If your bones should crack, rejoice. If your body seems strange to you, or should you float out of it for a time, know that your spirit will return renewed. Revel in your pain and know that you are alive."

As she spoke these words, Braeden stiffened and cried out. Regeneria murmured into his ear as she pulled him deeper into the pool. Eddies churned shining turquoise blobs of moss around his body. Braeden went into a trance, yet still Regeneria murmured into his ear and floated him around the water. Eventually she guided him back to the shore headfirst, berthing his body onto the sand as she left the water.

Wet linen clung stubbornly to her limbs and breasts in taut lines. The suction of transparent fabric revealed pert reddish nipples and tantalizing flashes of white. Her hair coiled in dark ringlets about her shoulders. The shelf of her breasts sent water cascading down in rivulets over Braeden's still form. Flashes of aquamarine glinted from her gray eyes. The welt on her cheek was gone. Not a single man in the grotto could keep his eyes from her.

She reached down to close Braeden's eyes with her fingertips. "Sleep now, Braeden. All is well."

* * *

The night had long since come. Regeneria's scout party sat at a long table surrounded by all manner of men and several women at other tables or in groups around cooking fires. There was music and laughter around them, peppered by bouts of shouting and crashing dishes. Basina was holding court to several brigands, talking shop and thwarting clumsy advances by the dozen. Brand laughed at her with his eyes and she blew him a kiss. The remains of a hearty meal lay about the table but no one moved to clear it. Instead, they were deep in conversation about recent events.

Brand caught Regeneria up on the success of recent raids. Regeneria could tell that his reports were half-hearted; like everyone else in the cavern, Brand's thoughts were on the future.

Regeneria gestured to one of her men and a drumbeat sounded around their table. The drumbeat spread and soon all were gathering near the center of the cavern at a mossy knoll. Torches were brought in and fires stoked. Brigands gathered round by the hundreds, fading into the dimness of the cavern. From a distance, it looked like an outdoor play.

Regeneria spun in a circle to address the gathered host. "You are rapists, thieves, and murderers all!" This drew some laughter and mock rebuttal. "I have lived among you these seven years, taking my lumps and dealing lumps tenfold. I have listened to your troubles and soothed your wounds. I have culled the truly vile from our band, have I not? Have I not dispatched the criminally insane, ruthless bastards who would harm us all through their depravity and selfishness?"

Cries of affirmation rang out and soon the chant went up: "Lady Sting! Lady Sting!" It was some moments until the crowd quelled.

"By now you have heard that I am the Queen. It is true." The brigands were silent and taut. "I sit upon a Throne of War. Soon I shall march upon the enemies of my House, and unite Bohemia." This last drew an audible reaction as the brigands teemed with hisses and cries.

Brand piped up. "What does this mean for us? We have fought hard for years to carve out this place. Will you turn on us? Will you turn us in, to be charged for our crimes?"

Regeneria waited for the fear and disquiet to grow in their minds. "Turn you in? To who? Who can march against The Living Tomb? The tribes are so divided that they scrabble for scraps. Nein, Brand, I do not turn on you, but I turn to you.

I have ever promised you retribution against the monarchs and policies that marginalized you. Do you want to go home? There is no home for you. Not unless you take it."

Moshii was now on his feet. "I've no wish to go back. I left for my own reasons and they haven't changed."

"Yes, Moshii, I know. Not all of you are fit for civilized society."

This drew whoops from the crowd and a scowl from Moshii, but he stood his ground. "What will you, Lady Sting?"

"I need an army. Perhaps you have noticed the breadth and depth of our reach. We have routes into every kingdom across Bohemia. Bohemia is a stack of straws waiting to fall. And I am going to pull the jackstraw right out of the middle. This land shall fall before my fury!"

Regeneria looked around the gathered men and women and a tear formed in her eye. "I was a lost girl wandering this wood. Some of you offered me solace. Some of you offered me a sharp poke between my legs." More hoots. "None of you offered me a home. But I took one nonetheless. You can do the same... unless you prefer to roam the wood, take women only as they claw at your eyes. Do you want to fight true and gain land, a home for yourselves and your children? I leave you three days to decide."

She looked at each man, as through weighing his soul in her mind. Regeneria drew breath and rang out: "If you march with me, know that our enemies will tremble! They will suffer! Before the end, they will kneel before me, sobbing for mercy!"

She raised her axe high overhead and the brigands stood, screaming her name and scorching the walls with the heat of their breath. The fury of the sound caused Regeneria's ears to ring. The outcry continued for some time until Regeneria grabbed Moshii by the arms and began to dance. A fiddle broke out and a drumbeat began, and the men were soon chanting as Regeneria danced among them, flitting throughout the crowd. Firelight cast ruddy highlights over their faces. Basina also joined the dance, and other women too, and the cavern was astir well into the night.

* * *

Basina broke off and led Brand by the hand, escaping the ruckus and slipping her guardsman. She led him up the path to the grotto. He watched her delicious ass sway below the curve of her waist until it melted into the shadows. He lost sight of her. Then they crested the rise and she came into view again, backlit by aquamarine phosphorescence which cast ripples of light over her body. She had shed her clothes and was walking backwards down the path, taunting him to catch up to her.

Brand broke into a jog and scooped her up, hefting her naked buttocks in his hands and raining kisses on her neck and shoulders. She locked onto his lips with a fierce kiss and plunged her tongue between his perfect white teeth. She felt his back and ran her fingers into his curly blond hair. Brand dazzled her with a smile and dropped her unceremoniously so he could take off his shirt. She traced her fingers over the blond fuzz at his abdomen.

Brand could not take his eyes off her as he undressed. Basina had a truly fine form, darkly tanned in some places and bone white in others. Shining black hair fell about her face in orderly curves. Her eyes were luminous and green, catching the light just so. Fine black eyebrows capped them, hinting at disapproval or irony, and the generous quirk of her lips confirmed it. Yet a quick smile and pleasingly prominent front teeth dispelled the sting. Brand was captivated by her features and the strength in her limbs, but above all he admired her breasts. They jutted proudly from her ribcage, capped by perfectly round swells of light brown. Turquoise reflections of light swirled around her body, leaving her nethers and the vee of her breasts cloaked in shadow.

She pouted at him and jutted her chin, showing off her scar. "I didn't get to go swimming earlier." Her low voice was throaty; beguiling and dangerous. Brand continued to strip. "I am curious about this pool where bodies float and heal. Have you ever fucked while you were floating, Brand?"

As she teased him, Basina noted that Brand's cock was already hardening. The weighty orbs of his testicles distended his ballsack. Fine blond hairs covered his muscular thighs. "You blame me for being curious about fucking you in this pool?" Basina sank to her knees in the sand, pleading to Brand with an expression of mock contrition. She licked the sweat from his balls and then pursed her lips over the head of his cock, slurping it wetly inside her mouth. The whites of her eyes shone as she stared into his light blue ones, sucking gently and coaxing him to full hardness. She broke his gaze then and showed him the back of her head, a straight part in the black revealing her pale scalp. She bobbed her lips downward and let his cock slip deep into her mouth, tonguing his shaft and scratching his balls lightly with her fingers.

Brand bent his knees and cupped her breasts. He stroked her perfect round areola lightly with his fingers. Nipples emerged; he pinched and tugged at them. Basina was bobbing up and down on his shaft, plunging his cockhead against the roof of her mouth with every thrust. She was hungry for it. Basia felt like she could push his cock all the way down her throat and into her belly, and still wouldn't get it in far enough.

Then she stood and streaked into the water. He watched her tits bounce and her legs scissor as she ran. She stopped and fell backwards, floating on the water like a fallen leaf. Brand enjoyed watching her breasts sink sideways and bob in the water. A neat patch of jet black hair was visible, an island that rose from a triangle of water captured by her thighs.

Brand walked slowly into the water, his eyes shining with mirth and lust. "You have sullied our sacred pool with impure thoughts, Basina. I have no choice but to punish you. I regret that our time together was so short."

She snorted and ran her eyes over his body. Brand was all blond fuzz, hard muscle, and scars. He strode towards her, ever deeper until his balls touched the surface of the pond. His cock parted the water like the prow of a boat and drooped down, resting on the surface. His glistening pisshole aimed straight at her cuntlips, edging ever closer. She writhed in faux terror until his cock bumped gently into her floating feet. Basina fondled him with her soles, rubbing her toes back and forth over the ridge of his cockhead.

Brand soldiered onward and Basina parted her calves, spreading her legs outward and revealing herself to him. Light brown, crinkled lips pouted from a thatch of fine black hairs which coated her white, rounded mons. Brand gripped her ankles and pulled Basina towards him. His thighs slid along hers. Finally, his cockhead nestled against her labia. Brand looked down at his cock and her mons, silhouetted against white sand and blueish light. He coated his fingertips with saliva and reached down to part her lips with one hand, revealing a deep pink inside. With the other he grabbed her waist and pulled her body onto his cock.

He held Basina with both hands and moved her back and forth, burying himself inside the heat of her folds. Basina gripped him tight and moved in the water, urging him to thrust deeper. She floated, hair waving and tits sloshing as he sawed in and out of her. Basina thought about men, and the status quo, and the upcoming war. For the first time, hope swelled inside of her and she came, moaning low, guttural cries.

Brand could take no more. His thrusting intensified and he felt a tingling in his extremities. The tingling cascaded towards his spine, crashed into his balls, and erupted through his cock. He pulled out of her and started spewing clingy white ropes of cum, which spattered her body and slid downwards through the puddles of water nestled atop her belly. The tingling and the spewing seemed to go on forever, but finally desisted. Brand watched the white strands swirl around in the water and sink down into the haze below. Basina floated away, reveling in sensation and dreaming of war.