Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 07

Jeanette's sword went flying from her hand as a powerful blow knocked it from her grasp, and a strong shield bash sent her crashing into the earth. She wheezed for breath as the wind was knocked out of her, and scrambled for her sword. A heavy boot pressed down on her hand, and the tip of her opponent's sword pressed against her throat.

"You need to wake up, Your Highness! You can't be woolgathering when you're in battle. I don't know where your head is at, but it's not here and now where it needs to be." Katerei released Jeanette's hand and sheathe her sword, reaching down to help the Queen rise.

"You're right of course. My apologies. I think that is enough for today though, I can barely lift my arms above my head. I don't think I'll be able to get much more training done regardless." Jeanette sheathed her sword and stretched her arms out, before reaching to shake Kat's hand. "Thank you for the lesson, though. We'll do it again soon."

"Too right we will, Your Highness. You've got some talent for it, and you're quick, but no offense, you're still a little soft. We need to build up your muscles and endurance. All the skill in the world is great if you're just fighting a duel. But in the real world, in a real battle, it's fight after fight after fight, and if your muscles give out you're done for."

"Your point is well taken, Kat. We're behind enemy lines and the whole lot of us could find ourselves in a fight for our lives. I'm going to go and freshen up. Meet me with Gorath in an hour to plan for the attack on Suzden." Jeanette smiled at Kat and began walking to her tent.

Jeanette actually had two tents, a command tent and a personal one. Her small force was moving at an odd pace, a mixture of slow and fast. They would hurry up to get somewhere, and then linger while waiting for remnants of Bodak's army to find and join them. It would still be another week and a half before riders would reach King Connor to tell them they had landed, and it would probably take another two weeks for him to march out and meet them. She needed to have a force large enough to combat his ten thousand men before that happened.

So far progress was going well. With five hundred men she had taken the port town of Tranor from the Hestens. It was a small village, important only because it had impressive docks from when a past King of Heste had dreamed of building a fleet that would win him the Elfish trade. Maybe a score of men had been holding it, and they were no match for her attack. They had been prepared to fend off an orc raid, not a full invasion from the sea. Her first ships were already docking by the time they made it from the outskirts of the village to meet them.

Kat and Gorath had been first off the ships, though Jeanette wasn't far behind them. She hated to be thought of as timid, but she had to admit that she was too important to risk on such a small battle. Still, she was able to play the important part of coordinating the unloading of troops and the movements of boats in and out of the harbor.

They lingered in town a day while unloaded supplies and sent out riders to try and find loyal soldiers. Since they set out from Tranor, their ranks had swelled to seven hundred and fifty. As time went on, and more loyal soldiers got the message, they should start growing at an exponentially larger rate. They had already lingered in this spot long enough, and would have to set out again tomorrow. Still, that left her time for one last bath before they began moving again.

Daniels had set up a tub for her in her personal tent, and dutifully filled it with water heated over a fire. It was a lot of work, and she would have to reward him when this was all over. She had offered to let him stay behind, but he insisted on accompanying her on this dangerous mission. He was already getting extra wages to account for the danger, but he could no doubt use a nice bonus as well.

Her hot bath was ready for her, but when she tried to lift the breastplate over her head her arm buckled and refused to lift so high. A sly, exhausted grin spread across her face. Perhaps Daniels was going to get his bonus soon than she thought. "Daniels, your assistance please!"

Daniels quickly entered the tent, as she knew he would. Daniels could be relied upon to be near at hand, especially since they had been travelling. Of course, that meant he probably got a near first hand view of her activities with Kat and Gorath, but that was part of a servant's life. Discretion was a duty.

"Yes Your Highness? How may I assist you?"

"I'm afraid I'm too tired to even lift this cuirass off my body. Help me, please." Jeanette smiled at Daniels kindly, and her faithful servant was only too quick to help her take the leather breastplate off. She had long felt his gaze lingering upon her, and since that night at the Night Watchman's Keep she had known that his lust had gone beyond merely looking.

Daniels was getting more too, as he helped Jeanette with her armor. His hands ran along her body, and he pressed against her from behind as he helped with her arm greaves. A soft groan escaped his lips when he bent down to help remove her boots, and found his face perfectly level with her exquisite ass. He shivered in excitement at the sight, one hand holding her hip to keep her steady as the other worked the boot off her foot.

Jeanette wiggled her toes as the boots came off, relieved to have her feet free. She then reached for her shirt, and grunted as she lifted it above her head. The silk shirt was damp with sweat, and clung to her body tightly. It peeled off her curves as she forced it off, discarding it to her side. Her large breasts bounced, swaying freely now that the blouse was gone. Her nipples hardened as she heard Daniels gasp behind her and stand up again. He was certainly eager to get a better look at them. A smile crossed her lips as she felt him tense. She hoped that he was enjoying his bonus, for she certainly was.

She unlaced her britches, and then shivered as she felt Daniels fingers slip inside the waist to pull them down to her ankles, bringing her panties with them. He must surely be getting desperate to be so bold. They were gone for weeks to meet with the rebels, and now they were gone again. He can't have had much, if any, time with his wife. Doubt hit her then, as she thought about Daniels' spouse. She really shouldn't be teasing him like this, it wasn't fair to his family.

Jeanette climbed into the tub and sunk into the warm water. "Mmm that feels so good." She realized how that sounded after she said it, but it was so true. The hot water felt amazing on her tired, aching muscles. "Thank you Daniels, you have no idea how much I appreciate this."

"It's my pleasure Your Highness. It's the least I can do. You do so much for the commoners; at least I have the chance to pay you back." Daniels looked down at the naked Queen reclining in the water and fought the urge to touch his cock. His cock was hard and straining visibly, embarrassingly, against his pants. He really shouldn't be lusting after the Queen so, but she made it so difficult not to. Even now, as he looked down at her perfect breasts bobbing in and out of the water he thought he might cum from the sight of it.

Jeanette crossed her arms over her chest, not to obstruct his gaze but to rub her shoulders soothingly. "That's kind of you to say. I try, I really do. I only wish more of the Kingdom would focus on all the good I've done, and not on the...salacious stories that fly about."

"People don't believe them, not truly, Your Highness." Daniels blushed as he quickly reassured her. Even though the Queen was remarkably free with her body, he couldn't believe that she would actually lower herself to whore in a common brothel. Especially not back in those days when she was such a sweet innocent girl. Married life might have made her more sexual, but not back then! "Here, let me do that."

Jeanette gasped in surprise as she felt Daniels' hands reach to her shoulders and begin massaging the tight muscles. She lowered her own hands back into the water, groaning in satisfaction as he rubbed her neck and shoulders. Jeanette closed her eyes, sighing softly as she relaxed in the tub.

When the Queen lowered her arms back into the water and revealed her breasts again, Daniels couldn't help but push his hips forward, pressing his cock against the side of the bath through his pants. He started to rub against it, softly stroking his cock against the hard wall as he massaged the Queen. Daniels still didn't know what possessed him to be so bold, but seeing her fair, naked shoulders so open on display called out for his touch. Or perhaps he just wanted her to lower her arms again so he could see her tits unimpeded.

Jeanette wondered if her mother ever let a servant massage her shoulders while she bathed. Somehow she doubted her mother let even female servants attend her in the bath. She would certainly be scandalized to see her now. Jeanette sighed, pushing thoughts of her mother from her mind as she relaxed beneath the fingers of her footman.

"Your Highness, if I may..." Daniels stopped short.

"Yes? What is it Daniels? You may ask."

"I was just wondering, Your Highness, what it is...I mean, what is it about orc men that attracts you so?" Daniels fingers travelled around her neck, stroking to down to her collarbone as he massaged, before he lost the nerve to go further and moved them back up to her shoulders again.

Jeanette flushed at the forwardness of the question, at the whole situation really. Here she was, bathing naked while Daniels rubbed her and asked her about her sex life. She didn't think he was so attentive back in the castle, so being with her in such close proximity in the field must really be getting to him. "I..." Jeanette had to pause, to think about how to answer. "I like that they are aggressive, or rather, assertive. They take what they want, they don't hem and haw and equivocate."

When she felt his fingers tense on her shoulders, she realized that was the wrong thing to say. She was all but daring him to go further. She had just resolved not to tease him, and here she was making things worse. A sigh of relief escaped her when she felt Daniels relax again and resume rubbing her arms. At least he isn't feeling so bold that he's willing to try his luck, that's something. Perhaps I should push him to relieve himself, which might at least let him calm down and regain more self-control.

"That's good enough Daniels. Please lay out a fresh change of clothes, and then you can take those and...clean them." Jeanette sank into the water a little deeper, cursing herself for having hesitated on those last two words. It certainly impregnated importance on them and she was sure he'd picked up on it.

"Yes Your Highness, I already have it set out." Daniels scooped up her clothes and quickly exited the tent.

Jeanette waited a moment, and then looked around. Sure enough, she could faintly see the outline of his body through the fabric of the tent as the sun shone down on it. He's watching me, she thought. Just as I knew he would.

Jeanette sat up higher in the tub, so that her breasts were clearly visible if you looked in. I'll tease him just this once, so he can relieve himself, she thought. It will be a nice bonus for him. Jeanette cupped her breasts and started to rub them. Her long, soft fingers stroked and massaged the bountiful flesh, dimpling the skin as she imagined her husband's massive grey hands encasing them. It had been so long since she'd felt his touch. She wanted him so badly. Kat and Gorath were a nice diversion, but with them she felt like an extra, an outsider. Being with them was a balm, but seeing them together made her long for what she had with Turogg.

Little tremors ran through her body as Jeanette gasped when she pinched her nipples and pulled them away from her body the way Turogg would. She thought of the way his tusks scraped against her skin when he nibbled on her breasts, and moved one hand down beneath the water. She teased the fingertip over her clitoral hood, and gasped in surprise to find her little nub already engorged. Jeanette wished he were here now, to push his member inside her. To fuck her hard and fast, to ravish her like only he could.

Water splashed around her, dripping down her flesh as Jeanette rose out of the water and bent over the side, flashing her ass at where she thought Daniels was. She spread her legs, so he could see her pussy as well. The Queen thrust three fingers inside herself, and started to pump them in and out rapidly as she imagined Turogg fucking her right there in the tub. "Ah...that's it...that's it my love, fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

She shook her hips, grinding into her hand as the other one continued to grasp and claw at her breast. She rubbed it hard, kneading it firmly as she fingered herself faster. She pushed the digits inside herself so hard that her knuckles slapped her labia, smacking it again and again as she groaned in need.

Her thoughts drifted towards Daniels, and the thought of him jerking his cock while watching her sent a shiver down her spine. He was probably sniffing her underwear too, while she put herself on display for him. A thrill of exhilaration swept through her as she fingered herself for him, and she began to picture him there in the tent, watching as Turogg fucked her.

In her mind's eye, his hand was pumping the cock faster, in time with Turogg's thrusts. She moved her hand from her breast to touch her clit, and started to stroke it furiously while she finger-fucked herself. "Mmmm...oh yes, that's it, don't stop. Keep going...oooooh! So close!" Her loud moans resounded in the tent as her pleasure built up, swelling inside her loins as she got ready to explode.

Shockwaves crashed through the Queen as her climax washed over her, and she shook and shuddered in ecstasy. Jeanette cried out in pleasure, squeezing her hand firmly between her legs as the walls of her pussy convulsed around the fingers, clenching them tightly inside. She continued to twist and turn them while rubbing her clit, until the little button was so sensitive that she had to rip her hand away.

Water rose around Jeanette as she sunk back into the tub, panting for breath. She basked in the aftermath of her climax for several moments while she recovered. When she turned to look for Daniels shadow, it was gone. Jeanette then rose from the tub again to get dressed. That will settle that, she hoped.

****

Susannah huddled close to the fire, eager to warm up now that it was lit. They weren't allowed to light fires at night, since it would be visible from too far off. Susannah had to wait until first light to start the fire, Duchess or no. Though it was still summer, the nights were cold in their camp in the Lyskean Mountains. The peaks reached higher here between Heste and Thesta than they did in Zentara. Where the mountain range reached in Haverset, between Zentara and Sandora, the peaks were much lower, almost to the point of becoming hills.

Venison roasted over the crackling fire, and Susannah carefully turned it to evenly cook the meat. At least, she hoped she was equally cooking it. She had never had to cook anything before, but it was now one of her duties in the camp. Since she couldn't very well do any fighting, or really, even all that much moving, she took over some of the more domestic duties for the men. After she was done cooking breakfast, she would have to go wash their clothing in the stream, and then collect water to bring back to camp.

That was a duty she tried to put off as long as possible, as she always wound up soaking wet. At least later in the day it was warmer and easier to dry off. Hopefully she would be able to put off the demands of the men until midday. Better yet, hopefully they would leave early this morning and give her the day to herself. Susannah was grateful that they had taken her in, but the men could be rough and demanding, and they didn't treat her the way she was used to being treated.

Tristan was the bright spot in her life here among the rebels. Though he could be cold and brusque sometimes, he was under a lot of stress so Susannah forgave him. It wasn't easy leading this group, trying to find the other bands, and then to make contact with Jeanette's army when the Queen finally landed in the Duchy. If he needed to vent sometimes, it was the least she could do to allow him to vent on her. After all, he had saved her, and rescued her and her baby from the castle where they surely would have been killed.

A tremor ran down her spine as she felt a pair of eyes on her. She pulled her shirt down lower to cover her bottom as one of the men walked past. Susannah flushed, embarrassed at the absurdity of it. The pants she wore were far more concealing than what she wore for Bodak before the war. But now, here, it was more real. Back then, a man might look at her, but there was no way they would ever touch. Here, she was not so sure.

It didn't take long to remove the meat once she thought it was done. Luckily, there was plenty of game in the hills and the surrounding forest. The invasion from Heste had driven a lot of the wildlife into higher grounds, and the Hesten soldiers never came this far up. Susannah winced a she began cutting up the meat. Her fingers were raw and red from the hard work of washing their clothes and preparing their food. The flames often licked her knuckles as she cooked the meat, and using rocks to scrub their clothes made blisters on her fingers.

"Susannah! Is the food ready yet?" Tristan's voice barked at her from across the small camp. "We need to be gone within the hour if we're to catch Connor's forces as they march south." Susannah smiled at him and fed him a strip of venison. "It's a little dry, at least, on one side."

"I'm sorry Tristan, I'll get better in time."

Tristan smiled at her after a moment. "Of course you will my dear."

Her heart fluttered as Tristan leaned in to kiss her. It was incredibly inappropriate, but she welcomed it nonetheless. Though he was lowborn, she found him incredibly attractive and admired the way he was able to rise above his birth and lead the group of men.

Their bodies pressed against one another as he held her tight, his tongue exploring her mouth as they kissed. Susannah moaned softly and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight as his hands wandered over her body. "Ah...Tristan, please, not here in the open."

Tristan looked around with a grin as he cupped her breast, kneading it openly. "It's nothing they haven't seen before, right boys?" Some of the nearby men laughed as they got their meal, grinning as they watched their leader feel up the Duchess.

Flushing deeply, Susannah shivered and looked up at Tristan. "B-besides, you only have an hour, as you said."

Tristan laughed again. "I think I can make do with an hour! Come on Susannah, remind me what I have to come back to! Give me a sweet send off, eh?"

Susannah's face turned scarlet as Tristan led her into the woods. There wasn't really room for privacy in the camps; they slept under tarps and on top of blankets. They didn't have a tent they could make love privately in, so the best they could hope for was a secluded spot in the forest. Her first time with him had been magical. He took her to a special spot, and they made love on the bank of a pond beneath a waterfall. They had to move further away from that spot, though, and as the war got more intense, Tristan didn't have the time to take her far away from camp.

They didn't walk for more than a few moments before he turned her and pressed her back against a tree. He kissed her deeply again, and another tremor ran through her. She kissed him back eagerly, breathing harder as her hands rubbed against his chest and slid down his stomach. Tristan groped her back eagerly, playing with her breasts and squeezing the nipples between his fingers.