The Northern Outpost Ch. 02

She gave him a strange and distant look, as if she was in a dream and only half experiencing the world around her. Then she bent over, raising her hands to the crotch of his pants and beginning to pull it open. Slowly she pulled his cock out, holding it in her hand once it was out in the open. He was not quite fully erect, his shaft full and long but still spongy to the touch.

Rothais held it in her hand, looking at it as if she wasn't sure she wanted it in her hand. "I think you want to feel my cock in your mouth," he told her. "I'm pretty sure you NEED my cock in you, that you NEED to suck me off till I cum for you."

Her head was turned down so he couldn't see her face, but he imagined her blinking just before she began to speak. "Yes," she said, giving his cock a firm squeeze, "yes, I need it..."

She then bent lower, lifting his cock up and taking it in her mouth. As soon as it was in her she closed her lips around him, sucking in and sealing them tight around his shaft.

Teyl moaned, growing all the way hard in her mouth. He let his head fall back and looked up at the trees above him. It had been so long since he had been with a woman, so long since he had felt someone take him into her mouth like this.

He placed a hand on her head, leading her movements as she began to bob up and down on his shaft. It was obvious she had done this before, but her technique wasn't exactly what he preferred. She sucked well, making a perfect vacuum with her mouth around his fleshy shaft. But she moved her head up and down too slow for his liking. He placed a second hand on her head and helped lead her movements till they matched the speed he desired most.

With a shudder of pleasure he lowered his head back down and looked at the woman kneeling before him, watching her head bob up and down his shaft. He could see the top of her small breasts jiggling prettily as her body moved. The sight made him grow even harder and he knew right away he needed to see more of her tits. He let go of her head, happy to find she kept sucking at the steady speed he liked.

Reaching down into her tight top he grabbed her two small breasts and pulled them up and out of her shirt. They were just big enough to be pulled out, sitting plump and pleasantly misshapen on top of her shirt. She had small nipples, the areolas barely larger than the small hard nubs in their center. He pinched them each before returning his hands to her head, enjoying the surprised moan she made in response.

His hands removed and her tits pulled out he simply watched the small mass of fatty flesh jiggle and flow while she continued to suck him off, the combination of the sight and feel of her mouth around his cock was more than enough to send him rocketing quickly towards orgasm.

Just as he began to ejaculate he pushed Rothais away from him, grabbing his cock and aiming at her tits. He groaned in pleasure as his cock convulsed and cum spurted out, splashing onto the exposed surface of her plump little titties.

"Thanks for not cumming in my mouth," she said. "I do so ever hate the taste of cum."

Teyl barely heard the words. He was staring down at the thick load of cum he had spread on her tits, watching it begin to ooze down the surface of her small breasts. He suddenly imagined Ilvuna's massive tits covered in cum, not just his but multiple men's seed. Enough to totally cover her massive titters. The mental image filled his insides with fire and ensured that his cock remained erect.

Rothais noticed this and laughed. "Why sir Ranger, you're still hard!"

"Yes," he said, a sudden recklessness in his voice. "And I think you should let me do whatever I want to finish so I can stop being so hard."

"I..." she started to say, then stopped and blinked. "Yes... anything you want, use me as you will. That sounds wonderful."

"And," he said, "I'm pretty sure if you think about it you will realize that you LOVE the taste of cum."

She grabbed hold of his cock and stroked it absentmindedly as she pondered this. "You know, I think I DO love the taste." With her free hand she took two fingers and collected some of the semen running down one of her tits and brought it to the mouth, sucking it off. Her eyes closed and she moaned in pleasure. "Mmmmmm, fuck, so delicious! How did I never notice before?"

Teyl's eyes were focused on her lips as she spoke. He was no longer thinking of Ilvuna and her indecently large breasts, only of the woman before him and her perfect mouth. He grabbed a handful of hair with one hand and his cock with the other then shoved himself into her mouth.

He pressed himself deep into her mouth till he felt his cockhead bump against the back of her mouth. Even then he kept pressing forward, re-angling her head so he could enter her throat until he was balls deep inside of her. She began to choke and gag and tried to pull away but his grip was firm and he held her head firmly in place.

For a moment she pushed against his body out of pure instinct, choking and gagging on his cock the whole time. But after a few more moments she stopped struggling as much. The ring on her finger was working its magic. Teyl had suggested that she allow him to do whatever he wished to her, and now she was allowing that to happen convinced it was what she truly wanted.

Teyl got to his feet, still holding the adventurer's head with both hands. He began savagely fucking her face, pounding his cock hard and fast into her open mouth and down her throat. She allowed him to do this, remaining on her knees before him, but she couldn't help but continue to choke and gag as she struggled to breath around his cock.

Thick strings of saliva began to leak from Rothais' mouth. They dripped from the sides of her mouth, running down her face and hanging of her chin. They ran down Teyl's cock as well, running through the light hair on his balls and dripping from there as well.

Looking down at the sloppy mess brought great joy to Teyl. "It's been too long," he muttered. "This is what life is supposed to be, men fucking women. Men taking what they want, when they want." As he spoke he felt another climax swell inside of him. With an aggressive, mean spirited grunt he pressed as deep into Rothais' mouth as he could, cumming directly down her throat.

As soon as he was finished he stepped back from her, enjoying the feeling of his wet cock leaving her throat. His body wanted to collapse, his legs shaky with post-orgasmic weakness. But he willed himself to stay standing, looking down at the adventurer kneeling before him.

Cum and saliva leaked from her mouth, dripping down on to her small tits which were still pulled out the top of her shirt. Her eyes were teary and she was coughing and rubbing at her throat. She looked confused and dazed.

Guilt filled Teyl. He tucked his now soft cock back into his pants, quickly closing his pants. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," he muttered. "This isn't me, not anymore." The woman kneeling before him seemed not to notice his mutterings. She seemed lost in her own mind, frozen in place as she stared blankly ahead while various fluids dripped from her face.

He took a step towards her, for a moment planning on confessing everything. Telling her what the ring she wore on her finger did and how he had taken advantage of her.

But then the wind began to blow and a distance voice came to him through the icy mist that surrounded them. The voice was feminine, yet deep and raspy and with a lyrically magical tone. "Tell her not the truth," the voice whispered in his ear. "The truth will do her more harm than good. Besides, you've worked hard now for years keeping your animal impulses in check. Spend the night with her taking, taking whatever you want from this wench and making up for lost time. You deserve this and will find your body more than up for the task... then in the morning set her free, making her leave the ring behind."

The words ran through his head, filling his mind and clouding his emotions. Yes... yes, it made perfect sense. He'd earned this night, and he'd make the most of it. In fact, he was positive that after so many years of celibacy he'd find himself able to fuck for hours straight. And in the morning he'd suggest to the woman that she leave the ring behind. In a way, spending the night fucking him was proper payment for his kind action of ridding her of the cursed ring.

"Come," he said, looking down at the dazed adventurer and using his sleeve to clean some of the spit and cum off her face. "I think we should move to the shelter I built where it is even warmer. I think you'd like to get undressed and get comfortable and close with me in there."

She blinked and began to rise to her feet. "Yes," she said in a distant, dreamy voice. "I think I would very much like to get close and comfortable with you, but first I must undress..."

* * *

Duron Knot sat at one end of the large table in the dining hall, Anneyce next to him with Ilvuna and Joran sitting beyond her. Across the table from the four Rangers sat their two guests, a man and a woman. They were all eating and drinking at a laid back pace, the conversation light and relaxed.

The visiting man was tall with narrow features and sallow skin. He had sunken eyes and no matter the expression on his face those eyes always looked angry and disapproving. He wore fine purple robes with a satchel full of scrolls over his shoulder that he had refused to be parted with, even during the meal. Various magical amulets hung from golden chains around his neck, some tucked into his robes other left out for all to see. Everything about the man screamed "wizard", and everyone in the room could feel the electric buzz of potential power that naturally flowed from him.

"Tell us again, good sir, what was your name?" Duron asked the wizard.

"Diagoras..." he said, pausing before adding his surname. "Trentin." He puffed out his chest as he said the name, pride running through every syllable of the word. He seemed surprised that no one remarked at the revelation.

His companion, who was identified as "Ysmene", laughed. She was a thin, middle-aged woman that stood nearly as tall as the wizard. Her body was narrow and thin, but unlike her companion it was clear her frame was covered in tight wiry muscles. This woman was no wizard; she was a deadly warrior whose body was as much a weapon as the two swords hanging from her narrow hips.

She had long, fiery red hair that fell down below her shoulders and that was kept pristinely straight. Her facial features were narrow along with the rest of her body, her nose long and thin and pointed making her look like some kind of predatory bird.

But the most striking feature on the woman's face was her left eye. A large scar ran down that side of her face, and it was clear that the blow that caused it had left her eye ruined. It was now a slightly misshapen orb, cloudy and pure white with no visible pupil. She must know that the sight made others uncomfortable, but she either didn't care or enjoyed the sight of those she met averting their eyes from the ghastly display.

"The Trentin family is a big deal in the capital," she said with a snicker. "He's so proud to belong to the family, knowing that in most places uttering the name will be enough to open doors for him. Course, he tends to leave out the part about his father disowning him. Why else would a noble's son have taken up mercenary work along with the likes of me? A young pup like this one wouldn't normally take up with an old warhorse as ugly as me unless he was truly desperate."

She laughed again after saying all of this. Duron was unsure what that laugh meant. Neither of the mercenaries was particularly young, but neither was very old. He'd guess they were both in their late thirties or maybe early forties, although a hard life made them look a tad older. And Ysmene was far from ugly. If not for the gnarly scar and disturbing eye she'd have been a highly attractive woman that probably would have drawn the attention of most men.

Diagoras lifted his mug and took a slow sip, glaring at Ysmene as he did so. "I apologize for the crudeness of my companion," he said as he put his mug down. "We've been weeks on the road with no company other than our own and I fear she's forgotten her manners. Or simply never had them to begin with. Regardless, we both appreciate this food and the warm beds for the night."

"Yes, yes," Duron said, waving the thanks away. "Tell me, what brings two mercenaries such as you so far north? We don't see your kind up this way very often."

After taking another sip Diagoras proclaimed that he expected that would all be changing rather soon. "The College of Magic has put out a large bounty on artifacts recovered from the ruins north of Vulfrell. Oh, I'm sure at first you'll only see a few of us, but once we make it back to the capital with whatever we recovered and the other mercenaries and adventurers see how much coin we get paid there will be a horde heading this way hoping to follow in our footsteps."

Duron furrowed his brow. "That... could be problematic. Anyone heading that far north will be certain to be stopping here, and until recently we barely had the supplies to feed ourselves..." his voice trailed off. He turned and looked at Ilvuna. "Is this why the High Commander sent so many supplies with you?"

She furrowed her brow in return. "Perhaps? I know I was sent north because you needed a healer. But it would make sense that this is why the outpost is being so heavily resupplied and reinforced. As the message I carried said, more supplies and Rangers should be arriving soon. I know there was even talk of sending an engineer up to look into turning this outpost into a stone keep like the ones to the south."

"Oh!" Duron said, surprise on his face. "Ilvuna, this is information you should have told me before now! But, we can talk of it tomorrow in more detail after our guests leave." He turned back to the wizard. "You will be heading out in the morning I assume?"

"Oh yes," he said, his voice suddenly eager. "We want to begin exploring the ruins as soon as possible." He placed an elbow on the table and leaned forward conspiratorially. "What can you tell us about them?"

He looked to Duron but it was Anneyce that answered. "We know that they are ancient, predating the founding of Vulfrell. Some of them are small, empty tombs or long forgotten outposts of an ancient civilization. Although empty all of these are dangerous, full of crumbling walls and hard to see patches of ice that one can easily fall on. And that is what lays in ones that various monsters and beasts haven't decided to take up residence in."

The man stared at Anneyce as if noticing her for the first time. He looked her up and down, seemingly judging her worth with a quick glance. He licked his lips hungrily, making the Ranger feel instantly uncomfortable. But when he began speaking she thought that his hunger was not directed at her, but rather the ruins they spoke of.

"And what of the ruins that aren't simply empty tombs or forgotten outposts? What treasures lay hidden within them and what dangers guard those treasures?"

She shrugged. "We rarely enter them. Our duty is to guard the border from encroaching dangers. We mostly ignore the ruins unless some monster or beast that is coming south has made home in them. I've only ever entered a few, and those that weren't simply empty seemed to be shrines built for gods now long forgotten."

At this Ilvuna began to laugh. "Gods cannot be forgotten! The gods are eternal," she said, stating it as if it was a fact that all knew.

Again Anneyce shrugged. "I've never been a very religious person. I trust in my bow and sword and the safety they bring and little else. But I can tell you that the symbols in those shrines, they are clearly religious embalms of gods I've never seen anywhere else in Vulfrell."

"Well, the answer is obvious isn't it?" Ilvuna looked around the table, clearly flabbergasted that everyone else didn't see it as plainly as she did. "The gods are eternal, but they can be changed over the ages. Why, legend tells that at one time the goddess I worship, Ynara, was a very different being. Before she embraced her true self and became the goddess of breasts she was a much less known goddess of purity and sexual chastity."

Diagoras nodded enthusiastically. "I've heard this very tale as well. The priests of the god both Ysmene and I follow tell a similar tale of how he, ages ago, changed the parts of the mortal world he holds influence over."

Ilvuna opened her mouth to speak but was cut off, overtaken by a sudden long yawn. When she was done she suddenly looked as if all the energy had been drained from her. She slumped forward, her massive breasts resting on the edge of the table. Her eyes drooped heavily and she looked as if she was having a hard time staying awake.

"I apologize," she said sleepily, fighting off another yawn. "I think perhaps the day has caught up to me and that I need to retire for the night."

She began to get up, and as she did Joran Whent, who had been sitting in total silence, jumped to his feet. "Please," he said, draping an arm around her and helping her up onto her feet, "let me help you to your room."

"Yes," she said leaning against him and yawning once more. "I think that would be much appreciated."

As they made their way to the door Joran did his best to hide the joy he felt.

While the other two Rangers watched their compatriots make their way to the exit Diagoras leaned in close to Ysmene. "Keep the Commander busy," he whispered quickly. "I've decided I want to have some fun with the archer. I hadn't noticed she was a woman, but now that I know I think I want to spend some time exploring her most womanly of parts..."

Duron was watching Ilvuna and Joran leave, confused by cleric's sudden tiredness. Just as he was thinking about getting up and following after them to make sure she was okay but he was distracted by a loud yawn coming from the wizard.

"You know, I think I'm rather tired myself." He got to his feet, thanking Duron for the meal. "I'd like to retire to the guest house your small outpost has, but I fear I've forgotten which building it is." He looked at Anneyce. "Would you be kind enough to show me the way?"

She looked at the Commander. Once Duron Knot nodded his approval she rose to her feet. "As you wish. I suggest you grab your cloak and furs though, even though we will be going just across the courtyard it will be quite cold out there."

"Of course," he said, grabbing his clothing and following the Ranger to the door as he dressed. He gave Ysmene one last meaningful look before leaving the warmth of the dining hall and following Anneyce out into the cold night.

As the door closed Ysmene cleared her throat. "Well I'm certainly not ready to retire to bed." She leaned her chair back and put her arms behind her head, smiling at Duron. "So, Commander Knot, why don't we continue our conversation? I believe we were talking of the gods."

* * *

"This is a pretty thick fog that set in while we were eating," Anneyce said as she led Diagoras to the guest house. She was glad she had lit the emberstone torches around the courtyard before joining everyone for diner.

"Is this mist a pretty normal occurrence?" Diagoras asked, not really caring about the answer. He simply wanted to keep the Ranger talking and distracted.

"I suppose. The ice fog rolls in from the Northern Wastes about once every week or so cutting off visibility for the night and leaving behind fresh hoarfrost. And it ALWAYS comes at night."

Diagoras made a sound signifying his interest in the subject. "Is the mist natural?" he quickly added, hoping to keep her talking and distracted. Meanwhile, he reached into his collar and began pulling necklaces out, looking down at the magical pendants and emblems on them till he found the specific one he was looking for.