Order of the Sacred Sword Ch. 02

"My lady, it's the dinner hour," Ballard said. "It would be quite rude. And we've all had enough to eat already."

"One time I took two of the half-breeds," Lady Elaina continued. A pull of the wine paused her rant for a moment. "I took one with my mouth and one with my ass. They begged me to make them finish, to end their beautiful agony. At the same time they filled me in each end, and I banished them both with my dagger before their pricks were soft."

"I suppose you never heard the tale of when Sir Duncan and I broke up the coven in the sewers beneath the capital temple district," Ballard said. "We subdued the beast, but only after we fucked our way through twenty mortal women under its spell."

"Twenty women?" Lady Elaina asked. "You couldn't even handle one woman."

"Ask the witch," he replied, once again indicating Meredith with a spin of his wrist.

"A girl," Elaina said. "Her snatch was ready for you, I'm sure. Dripping wet and quivering with anticipation, ready to burst at the lightest touch."

"Of course it was," replied Ballard. "She'd heard the stories about me."

"Other than her, name one human woman you've fucked," roared Elaina, laughing with sadistic delight, "and I'll suck that tiny sausage of yours every night until we return to the temple."

"I couldn't say," Ballard said after a moment of contemplation. "I never bother to learn their names."

"Your boasting is shameful, brother," said the sister. Meredith was giggling, red-faced.

"Ah, to bed with you all," he said, rising from the ground. "Tomorrow will be a long day. Perhaps even longer than my cock, I imagine."

Through fabric of his pants I could see the bulge of his hard member, stretching halfway to his knee. Were I to stand the group would see my raging erection as well, though it would not cut nearly as large a silhouette as Ballard's. At least his conception of his physical stature seemed less of an exaggeration; I imagined it springing from his pants, black and veiny and flexing as he stroked it, irresistible to all but those with the strongest constitutions. Meredith gasped when she saw it, averting her eyes but squirming in place all the same. Her breathing was heavy either from the laughing or from the same blind arousal their ribald conversation had provoked in me, but I could not be sure. At the first opportune moment I would have to duck into the woods to relieve myself, or I would never be able to get to sleep.

"Go and follow him, if you must," Lady Elaina whispered to Meredith as the knight stomped away. "See if you can coax one more load from him before bed."

Without a word Meredith stood and, taking a moment to steady herself under the influence of the wine, skipped off to follow Sir Ballard as he disappeared behind the flap of the canvas tent. Suddenly it was silent again, except the crackling din of the campfire, though if Sir Ballard could stay awake under the drink I imagined it would not be quiet for long.

"That was quite a display, my lady," I said.

"All bravado, I assure you," she replied. "It keeps the aggressive ones at bay. And you may call me Elaina. As I just demonstrated, I am hardly a lady."

"You seem his match, at least," I said. "Excuse me, but you seem barely fit to hold the title."

"I move in many circles," Elaina said. "There is a time to be reserved, and there are times to stand your ground."

"Who taught you to stand your ground?"

"Who said anyone had to teach me?"

"I apologize," I said. "I know nothing of your background."

"There is little to say of my life before the Order," she said. "Though perhaps I can relay the story another time."

"I hope you forgive me for my curiosity, but I would very much like to hear it," I said. I did my best to give her a comforting smile, but if anything she seemed the type of woman who did not need the comfort of a man barely twenty. But she smiled back, and with a deep breath began the tale.

"My husband was quite a warrior, but there were some things even he couldn't fight."

There was another pause. I don't know if she expected me to say anything, but in remaining silent I discovered I didn't have to.

"I found him with one of them," she said, looking past the fire into the wilderness beyond the border of our camp. "It wasn't his fault, of course. She was a gorgeous creature, even to me, and her magic was in full effect. He was on the brink of death by the time I returned home. There was nothing I could do but kill the beast."

"You killed one?" I asked. "Unaided?"

"A rage consumed me, and I was quick with his axe," Lady Elaina explained, nodding to her weapon laying by the campfire. "And it was only one of the half-breeds. I brought the monster's head to the temple, and they gave me a provisional admission to the order."

"Provisional?"

"I served as a handmaid in the temple for months before they let me attempt the first rite," she explained. "I was only fifteen. They wanted to make sure I was committed, and not solely out for revenge."

"I can't imagine, my lady," I said, unsure of what else to say.

"No, you cannot," she replied. "When Meredith is done with Ballard, you can take the first watch with her. I am very tired."

"Goodnight, my lady," I said, bowing my head as she rose and made her way to the empty tent.

I rose as well and, erection diminished, wrapped the palm of my left hand around the hilt of my sword and made my way to the edge of the camp to begin my patrol of the perimeter.

#

Meredith returned in less than fifteen minutes; fifteen minutes of groans and screams and begging to be fucked by the greatest warrior in the realm. She staggered out of the tent and made her way toward me, her robe wide open, barely covering her slight breasts. I could see the hair of her nethers, a small triangle of straw-colored fuzz hiding the folds of her sex.

"It certainly is a wonderful night," she said, holding her arms aloft and speaking to the sky. A broad smile played across her face, her white teeth shining in the light of the dying fire.

"It certainly is," I replied. It was still autumn, and crisp, but it kept me awake after a long day of riding.

"It is quite large, you know," she whispered, bumping my shoulder with hers. "Even without my magic. You should see it."

"I'm sure it's quite a sight," I replied, my eyes on the forest. I had no idea what kind of creatures haunted these woods, but I knew that if I let my guard down for even a moment and some tragedy befell the expedition, I would at the very least blamed, and perhaps expelled from the order forever. Despite my curiosity about her, I could not let my guard down.

"What about yours?" she asked. She was drunk on something, but I did not think it was the wine. "What stories do they tell about it?"

"I'm but a squire," I said, "and have yet to accomplish any feats of renown."

"You will one day, I bet," she said. Her voice slurred just a little, but her face was still red. "You have the look about you. Strong. Dedicated. I have met many of the brothers and their squires, and know the difference between those who fail and those who are blessed in the light of the temple."

"Many of the brothers? Forgive me, Meredith," I said, calling her by her name because I had been given no other instructions. "May I ask your age?"

"I have been a student at the Starlight Tower since my tenth birthday," she explained. "But that was many years ago. More than you might think."

I looked at her flat stomach, her pert breasts, and knew not what I should think. She had the body of a woman a few years my junior, but spoke with an experience I could tell was not feigned.

"You look," she said. My gaze snapped up to meet her eyes, but she had already seen me. "It cannot be helped," I replied. "And I have only known Talaxel since joining the Order."

"I have met Talaxel," Meredith said. "She is quite the specimen, though my requests to study her closer have been repeatedly denied."

"If you have any questions, you may ask," I said. "I don't know what help I could be, but it might at least pass some of the watch."

"Oh, I have heard all the stories, Quentin," she said. "The fury, the desire, the sweet release only demon love can bring."

"A unique experience," I said.

"Tell me Quentin, do you need release?"

The quiet motion of her hand finding my crotch surprised me. Her grip was firm, and when I jumped back I found that she already had a hold of my length, which was filling with blood and obviously ready for action. That wide smile appeared again, and she gave me laughing comfort.

"Shush shush, my dear," she said, squeezing my hard cock. A wave of pleasure shot through me, and I groaned in needy pain. "Need of release indeed."

"I beg you," I said, the lust driving my heart into a deafening thump. "Either release me or release me. Do not keep me waiting."

Meredith pushed me back nearly a foot, and followed me as I staggered. Again and again she drove a hand into my chest, until we were beyond the tree line, behind the trunk of a tall pine dripping with yellow sap.

"Have you practiced the skills of your mouth with the demon?" she whispered. I knew precisely what she meant.

"I have tasted Talaxel many times," I replied.

"Excellent," Meredith replied, and she shrugged the robe off, revealing a thin body of pale skin, not quite emaciated, but free of all excess and unnecessary softness. "Practice them on me. And then we might see if you earn your release."

"Meredith, I am ready," I said. "I beseech you. Let me inside you."

"On your knees," she said, sliding a finger into her cunt then placing it on my tongue. I was wet with her juices, sweet and warm. "I promise, I will not take long to vanquish."

I all too readily complied. She leaned against the tree, her naked upper back resting against the bark, and spread her legs and thrust her rump forward. Her pink was there at the level of my face, and I dove into it, past the hair of her lips and into her steaming hole. My tongue roved and probed, finding its way deep inside her narrow opening. Letting out a whining gasp she grabbed two handfuls of my shoulder-length hair and ground her pelvis into me, practically lifting herself off the ground.

"Quentin," she moaned into the starlit sky. "Quentin, Quentin."
I tried to lift my head to offer a reply, but she would not allow it. Before I could adjust myself for comfort she lifted her legs over my shoulders, and I reached behind them to hold her aloft by gripping her buttocks. The tree took our weight, practically fighting back as she writhed. Her taste as unlike the demon, and I realized I had almost forgotten what a real woman felt like. Talaxel was harsh and tasted of fire, in her own way. Meredith, whether by magic or good fortune, tasted of some kind of home, the power of her scent and flavor making me wish I never had to leave. Is this was it was like to be with a real woman, the one woman, the one the authors of the dramas and lays spoke of when knights rode past towers and, gazing into the window, saw a beauty of incomparable majesty gazing back? It was a different sort of enchantment, but no less powerful. My lips and tongue found parts of her I wanted to believe had never been found, and whatever secrecy was gained by our retreat into the forest was lost by the reverberation of her cries. I would have used my fingers to bring her off, but exhausted from the long day I could barely hold her up, and was glad that when she finally gave one final twist of her tight belly, and tightened her legs on my neck, we could lay in the dirt together and each other's pleasure.

"My gods," she said in a whispered groan, digging her nails into my scalp. "I'm coming, Quentin."

When the flood of pleasure was over she slackened, and it was all I could do to stop her from falling to the ground with a painful thump. Breathing deep, she looked up at me and finished her shuddering orgasm.

"You certainly have had some practice," she said, the length of her body expanding and shrinking with each breath. She was thinner than any woman I had ever seen, and seemed to stretch out before me, far more expansive than any person could be. I ran a hand across her stomach, up to her breasts, and took a long, pink nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

"You just don't know any better," I replied. I gave her breast a soft twist, and she let out a yelp. With a scolding smile she pushed my hand away.

"You would be surprised," she said, rolling over and crawling to me on her hands and knees. Her hair was completely down now, and fell in front of her shoulders, covering the mounds on her chest. "Stand, Quentin. I must taste you now."

My cock shot out of my pants as I rose, unable to wait until I was standing to undo my breeches. I could barely see it in the dark but I could feel how far it stretched out into the cold air. When she grabbed me, my member seemed to grow apart from my body, becoming her property, her slave.

"Such an interesting specimen," she said, looking up at me with her dark eyes. She held the head between her thumb and forefinger, and appraised the length by holding it out parallel to the ground. "A fine length. Not too large, not too small. How many women have you been with? As a soldier, I expect you had your fair share of whores."

"Never," I said, only now desperate to contain my release. If I came in her hand, what would she think of me? "Never paid for a woman."
"I see," she said, and gave a contemplative hum. "You pleased my pussy quite better than I expected. You wouldn't have to do that with a whore, I suppose. Are you married? Were you married? Or do you simply enjoy tasting pussy? I wouldn't blame you. I've done it myself. It can be quite delicious."

"Please don't keep me waiting," I pleaded. "I am blind with lust."

Her tight mouth found my cock, and as she took it to the hilt in her first try I found the heat pressure too much to bear. I exploded into her throat, forcing her to keep me inside her mouth with the force of my two hands on the back of her head. My sack tightened and the muscles in my loins pumped hard and fast, emptying myself in a matter of seconds. A gurgling sound floated up to me as she struggled with the liquid. It was divine, though as soon as the pleasure receded shame overtook me, and I feared that without the potion the Starlight Order generously provided me, my cock would be useless when I needed it. I released my grip, untwining my fingers from her soft hair, and withdrew myself from her. She gave a quick swallow and looked back up at me.

"My dear," she giggled. "Had it really been that long?"
"Real women are much different from Talaxel," I said. "And the night's discussion, not to mention the sound of your time with Sir Ballard. You can imagine my excitement."

"That much is obvious, Quentin," she said, wiping a drip of saliva from her lips and standing. "You poor boy."

"I'm glad I was able to satisfy you," I said, placing my right hand on her hip bone.

She smiled, and treated me to a kiss that tasted of wine and seed. It was not unpleasant, though unexpected. I grabbed her harder and she leaned into me, pressing her breasts into the hard muscles of my chest. Our embrace was passionate, though I sensed in it an odd detachment.

"Next time, you will wait to come. Sir Ballard is quite a thrill, but there are other types of love to be had," she said. "If there is a next time."

"I never meant to disappoint," I said.

"I never said you did," Meredith replied, a kind expression on her face. "You will do better next time. We all do better next time."

She spun to return to the camp, but I took her wrist, halting her. It was silence again, though some bird called in the distance, a fading sound that reminded me we were in the middle of the woods and no longer in a world we had carved out for ourselves at the base of that tree.

"Please do not tell Sir Ballard or the Lady Elaina," I whispered. "I don't believe this was an accurate representation of my abilities."

"Quentin, you pleased me as I have not been pleased in a long time," she said. "Not by Sir Ballard, not by the wizards of the Starlight Tower with their charms and passion magic. Why would I not share that story with the others?"

With that, she planted one more kiss on my rough cheek and turned, fading into a shadow cut by the light of the reddening embers we had left ablaze between the tents.

#

The next morning I came upon Sir Ballard and Lady Elaina in the woods, doing exactly what I had suspected they might do. It was early, not long after sunrise, and they had clearly decided that their second watch was ended and no threat would come to us in the dead hours of the morning. Their absence had only for a moment been suspicious, and a quick patrol of the area brought me to a small, shaded area where they had met, or absconded to together. It was dark beneath a thick canopy of leaves, but I could see them clearly enough with what light found the ground below.

Lady Elaina, her large breasts swinging back and forth, had bent over and braced herself against a tree, her ass sticking out into the air. Her legs were straight as the trunk she leaned against, and spread apart to open her cunt to him. Ballard worked in and out of her in long strokes, the astonishing length of his dark member visible as he withdrew the entirety of his shaft; it must have been a foot long, even with his head still buried inside her. She was rigid as a statue as he fucked her, though the expression on her face and the sounds from her mouth told me that she was experiencing immense sensation at the hands of Sir Ballard's legendary rod.

"Fuck me with that cock," she said, her head turned back to him so she could meet his eyes. Her brown hair fell down past her shoulder, swaying as he slammed into her. "Fuck me with that big black cock. Give it to me harder, you bastard."

Ballard grunted and sped up, and the sound of their collision was like a clap echoing through the trees. My hand went into my pants and I grasped my own cock, rock hard and ready to release again, and took it out. From my position behind the tree they would see only my face if either of them looked in my direction, and not the furious pounding I administered to my own member.

"Take it, you filthy whore," he rumbled back, spanking the soft cheek of her rear with the flat of his enormous hand. "Beg for my cock."

"Please," she said, reaching one hand between her legs. I couldn't see what she was doing but I knew she was stimulating herself; I had only seen Talaxel do that before, speeding the approach of her climax. "I need it. I need your black seed."

"Shall I fill you up, my lady?" he asked. His pace never slowed, his rhythm never broke, and the muscles of his carved body rippled under his black skin as he sunk his member into the lady's wet hole. The two of them were beautiful together, on the verge of bringing themselves to final ecstasy.

"Please, please, please," she said. Her stomach tightened and she stroked her own sex harder, preparing to finish. My own head was bulging, and warm heat filled my body. I would not last much longer. "I need that seed. I need it. I'll get the cure from that little bitch. Just fill me now."

"Beg again," he said.

"Sir Ballard, fill me," she screamed. "Come inside me, now. Give me your seed."

"Get it yourself," he commanded, and stopped his thrusting.

She let out a cry of anger and greed, and began to move herself forward and back on his length, the curve of her ass swallowing his cock as she fell all the way onto it. Her pace, compensating for his immobile hips, increased quickly, and she bounced onto him again and again, the flesh of her behind rippling as it hit his flat stomach, his member buried completely within her. Her knees bent just a little, and she worked him over with the movement of her hips, up and down, and in a circle, for almost a minute before his face contorted and he prepared to finish. Both his hands grabbed her hips and he thrust himself deep within her, perhaps the furthest he had yet, and let out groans that must have come in time with the spurts of his seed.