Tannah the Warlord Pt. 02

Aretta looked up at Balter as her lips moved along his shaft, his salty wet load sloshing around his penis as he thrust it across her tongue. His face twitched and his shoulders were taut. She felt a thin stream of watery seed sprinkle the inside of her cheek as he shoved his throbbing cock into her mouth.

"Is he finally done cumming," Aretta wondered, gagging as he tugged at her scalp, cum oozing from the tip of his manhood as it rubbed against her palate. He stepped back at last, his wet erection bouncing between his muscular thighs as it slipped through her lips.

Aretta turned and put her mouth to Tannah's, letting the woman taste her husband's orgasm with a deep kiss. Tannah's hand slipped out from under Aretta's harness as she climbed on top of her, wrapping her fingers around Aretta's shaft, rubbing its head against her pussy while sucking Balter's seed off of her tongue.

"Mmmm," Tannah sighed through her nose as she took Aretta's cock into herself again, her cunt sliding down its length and up against its sculpted balls as she sat in Aretta's lap.

Slimy cum coated the insides of Tannah's mouth as they traded saliva. Aretta caressed the sides of her lover's face, laying back, licking her slippery palate and rolling Balter's salty stuff about. She felt Tannah move her hips as the goopy load poured across her tongue, a tiny bit of it trickling down the side of Aretta's cheek as it escaped the press of their lips.

Tannah's nipples grew firm as she rode Aretta's cock, sighing while she savored her husband's cum, her hands on Aretta's bare waist, pinching playfully.

"Mmmh ... ahhh," she moaned aloud, milky seed drooling down her chin as their lips came apart. "Ohhh, yes!" Tannah groaned, her hands moving up over Aretta's tits.

Aretta felt her nipples stiffen between Tannah's fingers as she licked Balter's orgasm off of her face and swallowed it. She listened to the slap of Tannah's groin against her and smiled, watching the woman move up and down in her lap.

"Ahhh ahhhh ahhhh, ohh yes!" Tannah shouted as she took Aretta's cock. Aretta watched Tannah's nipples twirl above her and wondered if the woman could ever truly belong to another or if she was like an untameable wild mare.

She watched Tannah sweat on top of her, clear droplets rolling down her face and the sides of her tits. She stared in fascination at the way her lips parted as she cried out from pleasure and eventually orgasm.

She clawed at Aretta's shoulders, quivering and sighing as she came a second time, her body twitching until the last whimpering moan escaped her lips. Tannah rolled lazily off of Aretta and they laid together sweating and naked amidst the pile of soft things that made up Aretta's bed.

"Feeling better?" Tannah asked afterward, caressing Aretta's leg while cool moisture evaporated off of her breasts and thighs.

"Yes, I think I needed that," Aretta admitted, her cheeks burning. Though her muscles were still sore she felt relaxed and warm inside.

"See?" Tannah said, panting, "the job isn't so bad." Aretta gave Tannah a suspicious glare then shook her head as the woman grinned slyly. It was a rather unique arrangement they had.

She had been Balter's whore when she first met the woman. Now she was part of her company of mercenaries. She had earned Tannah's respect, and the respect of all who had seen her fight, though some of them still got grabby enough to earn a fist across the jaw.

She went from obeying Balter's every whim in bed to having complete sexual freedom in a single night. Part of her wanted to sing about how great her new life was with Tannah but in the back of her mind she knew never to let herself get too comfortable.

"Nothing good ever lasts," she told herself. Being an orphan on the streets of Aumtgrist taught her to take nothing for granted. It was a philosophy that had kept her alive for thirteen years.

"Speaking of the job ..." Balter said in his cool manner. Tannah turned her head toward him expectantly.

Some hours later Tannah stood naked in her tent, listening to Balter snore as he laid atop her bedding. He had done well on his last trip. Many of the rumors he'd shared with her last time proved to be true. There were invaders along the roads to the west and her company was the only one brave, or foolish enough, to handle them.

"Eighteen thousand gold," Tannah thought to herself, "if we're successful and our retainer is renewed we'll be making as much as Lord Gosten's knights," she pondered. The contract Balter had negotiated earned them the largest sum with no insurance from their suzerain should they suffer a catastrophic defeat.

"That's fine," Tannah thought. "It's perfect actually," she told herself, leaning over the table, taking in every feature of the geography on her map.

"This deal is cheap for the King and gives us the best pay out if we take minimum casualties," she whispered. Balter did his best to talk the Lord's court into an agreement that was safe for Tannah's relatively new mercenary band, instead the court had used the opportunity to push her into a do-or-die scenario.

If she took the King's gold and couldn't recoup her losses after the fight she would be forced to borrow from those money-grubbing nobles or quietly go away forever. It was a gamble that the court would lose, she thought, tracing routes through the mountains with her finger.

"... because I won't fail," she decided.

The next two days were chaotic. Tannah barely saw Aretta and was forced to keep Balter at arms length while she made arrangements, gave orders, and figured out supply lines. He became even more irate about it when he learned that Aretta was no longer his.

He threw a tantrum and stormed out, cursing at both of them as Tannah expected he would. He rode away that evening, leaving Tannah to prepare for battle without any more distractions.

"He'll get over it," she told Aretta as they embraced the night before their ride.

The road was longer than Tannah remembered. She'd spent several months hiring and training her company, never once leaving the acres she had leased from King Hanmer.

The whipping sound of their banners fluttering in the breeze as they rode into the hills soon became the song of her existence. Tannah studied the standard as her beast moved among the train of mounted fighters, her plates scraping softly together while she swayed in the saddle.

A black and white badger stood in front of a red background, its head down and its claws faintly showing beneath its muzzle. Tannah had designed the flag herself. Badgers weren't the biggest or the most dangerous animal in nature but for their size they were hard to deal with.

Tannah wanted to be like that. She didn't need glory, power, or size, just freedom, good food, and lots of sex. Most importantly though she needed to be hard to deal with.

Nearing the end of the second day's ride they came over a ridge line and the town of Bristelkeer came into view, Tannah raised a hand and signalled to her men.

There was some commotion in the ranks further back as some of the lighter equipped members of her company dismounted and moved into the trees on foot. Tannah faced forward, showing no emotion and saying nothing as her army moved like a gargantuan steel centipede through the mountain pass. She'd commanded hill people before. She knew how they thought.

There was a large encampment of the enemy sitting just over the hill to the east of the pass. Tannah's scouts had found numerous settlements but this one was the largest, ready to ambush any caravan or war party that tried to utilize the wide northern road to reach the valley beyond the ridge.

Such a well defended choke point would be a hurdle for any organized party. The real test of strength would be reaching the town of Bristelkeer without taking significant casualties.

"Are you nervous at all?" Aretta asked, leaning over and looking at Tannah, her breastplate hugging her upper body and her pauldrons sitting snugly on her shoulders.

"I'm excited," Tannah answered, looking the woman up and down, wanting so badly to peel her plates off and press against her body.

"So am I," Aretta said, facing forward, her expression blank. "... Do your hands shake at all when you're this excited?" she asked, leaning over again as she gripped the reins. Tannah smirked and peered out at the road ahead. "Right, probably not," she said.

"Are you ... are you as horny as I am at least?" she asked after a brief silence. "I mean, we barely had sex last night." Tannah laughed and looked at Aretta riding beside her, feeling her panties cling to her wet cunt as she sat in the saddle. She'd been soaking in her own juices all morning.

"I'm ... so wet right now," Tannah giggled, squirming in place and taking a deep breath to focus her thoughts.

"Ah, well at least we have that in common," Aretta said, tugging at her inner thigh with gauntleted fingers. Tannah laughed again.

When they were half-way down the sloping road Tannah heard the bellow of a war horn and turned her head. There was movement in the trees.

"Shields east!" she shouted, grabbing the haft of her pike and looking in that direction. The men on her right flank did the same, turning their horses to aim their shields at the hillside as they raised their weapons in preparation.

Once her entire train of men and horses stopped moving Tannah could hear the snapping of twigs as their foe descended toward the road. They erupted in ear-splitting shouts and hisses as they charged from the trees, running and leaping against the wall of shields and spears her men had raised in anticipation.

They held long clubs with hooks on the end, and screamed like beasts even as they were impaled. At first Tannah thought they were adorned in scale armor but upon closer inspection she realized that their mostly naked bodies were covered in green and grey scales and they had dark feathers on their heads in place of hair. They were lightly outfitted, wearing only crude leather coats and at best carrying smallish round shields in their off-hands.

Tannah watched the howling lizard men climb over each other in their haste, swinging their large clubs viciously over the tops of the shield wall. Beustalar thrust his spear through the body of one and backed away as another aimed a blow at his helmet. He raised his shield, barely deflecting the heavy implement while thrusting into the neck of a third.

Tannah gripped her weapon in two hands and drove its point under the collar of the enemy assaulting Beustalar. He let out a hissing cry, showing rows of sharp teeth inside his reptilian maw then crumpled, his clawed hands gripping the edge of Beustalar's shield.

To her left Tannah could see a break forming in her line. She saw one of their clubs punch through the helm of a man and tear it from his head right before a second club struck him. When he fell lifeless the men behind him began thrusting in panicked fashion at the oncoming horde.

Another man was caught under the breastplate by one of their hooks and pulled from his saddle as the men before him were overwhelmed.

Her ranks were only three men deep from this angle. A pitched battle would have disastrous consequences, but Tannah had a plan. She raised her horn to her lips and blew into the mouthpiece twice.

A hail of arrows flew through the trees from the southeast, parallel to the road. She watched clusters of hill people drop as shafts pierced their bodies. It wasn't until the second volley that the enemy started to become aware of the death raining down on them from their flank.

The green-skinned attacker's faces changed from looks of bloodlust to frustration as they turned to flee up the hill. They retreated with arrows still protruding from their bodies, some with two, or even three shafts transfixing them.

Tannah blew her horn two more times to trigger the second phase of her counterattack as they tripped over the bodies of their comrades, which rolled down the slope like boulders preventing their escape. At the signal Tannah and the whole second rank dismounted and drew their weapons, marching toward the enemy as they scrambled over one-another.

She watched the line before her, keenly, as her men thrust pikes into their exposed backs, shoving them toward the base of the hill while archers picked off any that made it to safety.

Two lizard men slipped between the fighters in front of her position and ran toward her screaming in a rage, blood covering their heads and bodies.

"Hraaaahhh!" she shouted as she shoved her spear into the throat of the first one, gripping it with two-hands to manipulate her impaled enemy. Blood sputtered from his lips as she shoved him into his charging ally, tripping him.

The two of them fell in a heap and Tannah pulled the bloodied end of her weapon free before burying it in the other creature's belly.

She watched her company lay waste to the fleeing enemy until they had to stop and scan for movement among the heaps of dead.

Once the skirmish was over Tannah lifted her horn again and blew into it four times, signalling her men to return to their horses. She saw Aretta standing with the third rank near the road. She placed an armored hand on Tannah's arm as she walked past and Tannah could see fear in her lover's eyes as she peered through the narrow visor.

Tannah wanted to take her helmet off and give the woman a long kiss, but she knew they had to keep moving. Numbers were often difficult to discern among barbarians, and these were no ordinary barbarians. Though it looked like a sizable defeat for the enemy Tannah had no way of knowing for sure, and she didn't like her position much.

Tannah watched the hills as they rode at full gallop toward Bristelkeer.

They had lost four men in the fight by the road, her commanders reported back, and inflicted quite probably over two-hundred deaths to the ambushers. The company of the black badger set up camp on the outskirts of town, lending aid to the people who she soon learned had been under siege for over a month.

"These aren't highwaymen," she told her commanders as they all huddled around the map together. "The only metal tools we found on them were made locally, either stolen or bartered for. Their weapons are primitive but they know how to attack us. They've clearly encountered westerners before."

"Does that change our plan of attack?" one of her men asked after a brief silence.

"Maybe not as long as they behave like bandits," Tannah answered. "They aren't a problem that arose from the local populace though, and that means there can be a lot more of them than we might be prepared for. If there are a lot of them it might explain the attacks. I find it doubtful that those hills will sustain too many of their kind, especially if they lack our farming techniques."

"Either way, now that we control the valley I want raids conducted on each of the other camps while we focus our scouts here," she said, placing her finger on the large encampment they passed earlier that day.

"Now that they know our strength we need to keep the pressure on them and see where they rally to," she told them in a collected tone. "Keep a good eye on their numbers, I want minimal engagement if it looks like you could be overwhelmed," she finished. Her men nodded and began filing out of her tent until only her and Aretta remained.

Tannah looked at the blonde woman. Seeing her in only the padded under layer of her armor made Tannah ache even more to feel her touch. She moved closer and put her hands on Aretta's face and hips.

"I didn't help much," Aretta said, looking down at Tannah's feet as she caressed her cheek.

"You did your job fine Aretta," Tannah told her, leaning in and kissing her passionately. Tannah's tongue moved slowly against her palate as they locked lips and she could feel her phallus tucked against the side of her leg.

"It's just that ..." Aretta said in a worried tone as she pulled away, "why did you put me in the left column? You knew they would be attacking from the right, are you protecting me?"

"Of course," Tannah answered. Aretta frowned. "You may be a good fighter Aretta but you're still new to this." Aretta scoffed and backed away. She paced nervously for a moment and then placed her hands on her hips.

"This could be my one chance to fight beside you Tannah!" she said, gesturing heatedly. Tannah stepped close and put her hands on the girl's shoulders.

"Okay, okay," she said, gazing into the girl's eyes. "It just ... it was a risky situation ..."

"I don't care Tannah," Aretta hissed, "you made me your official bodyguard. If you go off and get yourself killed without me then I'll look like a pretty awful bodyguard."

"Alright!" Tannah said. "Next time you'll be with me, I promise." Aretta put her hands on Tannah's hips and looked her in the eyes, then kissed her. Tannah opened her mouth and felt the girl's tongue against hers.

She felt Aretta's breath against her cheek as the woman sucked her upper lip, her breasts crushed between them. The girl's fingers tugged at the ties of Tannah's pants until they slid over her hips and fell around her ankles. Aretta undid her belt and yanked her trousers down, causing the phallus to spring up and smack against her cunt.

"Mhh," Tannah gasped through her nose, reaching down and pulling her panties aside so the woman could push it in. Aretta put a hand on Tannah's breast and squeezed it through her thick cushioned overcoat as she rubbed the head of her cock between Tannah's labia to lubricate it.

Tannah smiled and walked backwards, pulling Aretta toward the table with the map on it. She leaned against it, feeling the cold tip of her phallus touch her pussy lips as she spread her legs.

"Ahh," Tannah sighed as the polished head of Aretta's penis moved against the rim of her sex, teasing her opening. Tannah had been fighting against lust all day, her womanhood was open and her minora dripping, her clitoris swollen between her fingers as she pulled it's hood back.

"I'm going to have to ... ahhh ... start going pantless into battle just so you can fuck me while we're on the road," Tannah mused, gasping as Aretta's cock slid up her pussy. "Ahhh ahhhh," she moaned, sitting on the edge of the table and leaning back while Aretta's slick shaft parted her labia.

Tannah gripped her lover's shoulder hard as the woman drove her hips forward. Aretta pulled at the threads holding Tannah's coat closed as she pressed against her, her phallus gliding up to its ivory balls inside her.

"Ahhh ohh ohhh!" Tannah gasped, lifting one leg up and resting it on Aretta's thigh as the woman thrust into her. Tannah's mind wandered away from Aretta's fingers and toward the round head of her penis surging up her wet cunt. Her clitoris swelled with arousal as Aretta's smooth shaft filled her.

Before she knew it her breasts were bare and Aretta's warm hands were fondling her erect nipples. Aretta's palms grew moist as they rubbed against Tannah's sweating chest and when she pressed her lips to Tannah's again the smell of her body made Tannah ache to touch her.

Tannah grabbed at the front of Aretta's coat, pulling at it's fasteners while she masturbated with her other hand, her mouth moving in sync with her lover.

"Mmmm," Tannah hummed, tasting Aretta's saliva and inhaling the scent of her hair. Tannah's fingertips were slippery and her juices dripped down her inner thigh as Aretta's hard cock pushed her minora apart.

Aretta took a hand away from Tannah's heaving chest to help her with the ties of her coat, popping it open one bit at a time while her tongue moved against Tannah's palate. When it was slack enough Aretta leaned back, pulling her arms out of its sleeves and lifting her tunic over her head.

Her tits dropped free and Tannah seized one of the pale mounds with her hand, giving it a firm squeeze as Aretta moved close again. Aretta snatched Tannah's wrists and held them apart while their tongues wrestled.