The Saga of Tallia the Unwilling Ch. 05

She actually spoke. He couldn't believe she could actually still manage speech. Certainly he couldn't anymore. She said, "Cum in me, you bastard."

Hilarius was certain that might the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to him. But he ignored her for now. Oh, no, you magnificent Amazonian goddess. This time, I decide when I cum.

Incredibly, he went faster. It was now a frenzy of penetration. His knees were bleeding. His world was collapsing to just the two of them. He was losing it almost as completely as when he was on drugs with her. But no, he had presence of mind enough to hear Liander bringing himself off. Gods, he needed to fuck that priestess or maybe that priest. Both in fact.

No, no, Hilarius. One lover at a time. Well, except for princesses, maids and acrobats of course. But this one required personal attention. And besides, this one is perfect. Don't let the hot, crazy priestess of love come between you and this pussy. Though he was certain he could bag them both. You know, if he survived somehow.

FASTER FASTER FASTER! Less thinking. More fucking. Seven gods of fortune, he was close. Anyways, he couldn't keep this up. He was wrecking himself with his pleasurable exertions. But Tallia still was smiling and taking every thrust. And she was once more playing with his butt. Honestly, that's all that really mattered.

Finally at last, after probably easily three or maybe even four 'a whiles' he simply could not take this anymore. His entire body wracked with pleasure and he came like a madman. His second orgasm made his first seem like a poor mockery of pleasure. This was instead a fire in his brain. It just kept burning and long seconds of hard-earned orgasm washed over him and her. The miracle, the wonder of it all was that neither one of them screamed.

He didn't want to leave her. Gods, he loved the feel of being inside her cum-soaked sex. He kept his cock in her perfect pussy as long as he could manage it. He came and came and then came some more. And then he gave her a few more fucks and faked coming some more just to prolong their joining. But finally, he was undeniably soft and his cocked diminished and he left her at last. Of course, he could see his cum leaking voluminously out of her well-fucked sex. That was an amazing sight.

They slumped off each other finally and lay beside one another, sprawled across the filthy jail cell. Then they simply tried to catch their breath. They were both puddles of sweat, semen and skin rubbed raw. Tallia however reached out and held his hand as they both panted and recovered. Hilarius was then stunned to learn that her post-coitus touch and hand holding suddenly skyrocketed to his favorite part. Okay, honestly, other than the fucking of course. They stayed like that, silently holding hands for... well, at least another while.

They then redressed, kissed exactly once and relocked themselves in their ankle irons. They could hear Liandra, now once more female, panting in her cell as well. She even whispered, "Fuck..." The pair assumed, correctly, that indicated approval.

What none of them noticed was the sidhe Melaerryn, who had been awake for the whole affair, quietly watching. Mela, still chained, watched the naked Amazon kiss her 'girlfriend' Hilarius passionately just before they returned to their separate walls. The sidhe made not a sound. She said nothing and soon enough returned to sleeping in her chains. But before sleep overtook her, she became absolutely certain that she was going to do whatever was required to be Tallia's girlfriend as well.

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The moon was bright and almost full, having only begun its monthly wane. Zara Burning Horn looked down from a rise on the sleeping village of hapless rice farmers below. The fools slept without either walls or guards. They were sheep more than men, thought the demoness, content in their pens. And she was here to shear the flock. She turned to the ogre Rontus, a massive four armed tangle of rhinoceros and man.

"Strike," she hissed.

Rontus answered with a toothy grin. He may have resembled a plant-eating creature, but his mouth full of sharp jagged teeth revealed him an eager carnivore. The monstrous Son of Arion needed no more order or encouragement than a single word. He waved his hand and his eager pack of horrors followed their hulking leader down into sleeping Jiu Shan and there, beneath the spring moon, began a slaughter.

What started as a few scattered cries of pain and fear soon turned in a cacophony of terror. Men were dragged out of their beds screaming into the town center to be butchered and eaten. Bestial creatures cackled and danced, drenched in blood. The unleashed horrors began construction of a monument to their brutality. They piled up a small pyramid of freshly hewn heads near the village commons. Man or woman, elder or child -- each paid the butcher's bill that had been proclaimed by the absent three-eyed demonic master of these raiders.

A few buildings were set alight. These thatched huts caught fire quickly and burned brightly in the night. The monster men rampaged unchecked. And at last, Zara herself strode into the village to survey the grisly work. She watched the carnage silently, unsmiling and uncaring. She surveyed the burning rice farms like a bored dilettante strolling through an art museum. The screams were, she mused, a kind of music beneath the full and glorious moon. She finally decided that the skull pyramid was tall enough and cried, "Stop! Herd the survivors to me."

Rontus and his accomplices bellowed in disappointment that the slaughter was so soon abated, but did as commanded. They roughly shepherded the more than half of Jiu Shan's populace they had not yet managed to murder or eat into the center of their once peaceful village. The townsfolk were forced into a circle of hooting blood-adorned monsters and could see clear enough the horrid, half-eaten remains of their husbands and wives, brothers and sisters, cousins and children.

Rontus himself tossed the bleeding village elder at Zara's feet. She closed her eyes and focused for a moment. In her minds eye, she dreamed of the hell that had born her and called from its depths a burning balefire. Her horns erupted in an unnatural and infernal flame of deepest crimson. She crafted a blade of living hatred and burning fury. She pointed the devil-blade directly at the terrified man. Where she touched his chest but briefly a perfectly circular little burn blister painfully formed. "You have aided the enemies of San Yan Yao, yes?" she hissed to the elder. "Here, now tell me the truth or I shall become... angry."

The elder fell prostrate to the demoness. "I did! I alone! Please, forgive me! Spare my people!"

"I will. I will spare your people, but not you," she hissed. One swipe of her blade and the pathetic groveling elder lost his head, his neck stump instantly cauterized. Rontus snickered in glee and added the gory trophy as the capstone of their small pyramid of heads. He took a moment and artfully arranged it atop the pile.

The demoness appraised Rontus' work. She gazed deep into the lifeless eyes of the elder. She whispered at last, bemused, "And now I forgive you."

Zara then surveyed the survivors and spoke to them in a loud and booming voice. "San Yan Yao does not wish these raids to be necessary, but you force his hand," she proclaimed to the still weeping villagers of Jiu Shan. Her sword of flame grew bright and turned the night into day giving the villagers a chance to truly appreciate the death and devastation that surrounded them. A burning hut collapsed in on itself not far from the town center.

"Those who died tonight, died for but one reason -- you betrayed your master. You who live, live for but one reason -- to serve San Yan Yao and to make amends for this betrayal." This was a lie of course. They were left alive to spread word about the wages of aiding Arion's enemies to all the other villages in the region. Total destruction taught few lessons.

She walked now among the survivors, striding boldly looking at every terrified face wondering if anyone had the courage to try and assault her. Not one pathetic rice farmer did. Yes, she had been correct -- more sheep than men.

She continued her tirade. "We will come again in the fall to collect our share of your harvest. Be generous to your master and future raids such as this will not be necessary. Flee, fail to provide what he requires, speak of your master to outsiders, or aid his enemies in any way..."

The demoness said nothing more. She let the fire and the death left in her wake speak. Her fire sword winked back into nothingness. She was done. Zara had delivered her ultimatum loudly but dispassionately. Rontus and his fellow brutes may relish their work, but these people meant nothing to her. She was numb in the cold night air. She did as she was commanded. She did what she had been born to do. And her duty now done, she and her cadre of monster men left Jiu Shan to its moaning and mourning beneath the spring moon.

Rontus did collect the headman's body, tossing it over his shoulder. It was three days back to the fortress of Arion Three-Eyes and long marches always made him hungry.

To be continued in Chapter Six: He Likes to Watch...