by James Hunt
With her performance played out, she left them to their fun. The windbag's tent was unmistakable as it was the only one. The Cat apparently didn't sleep with the troops. Niyana pulled back the flap and entered to find a surprised half naked, large Zecairin male with one good eye about to take a swing from a waterskin. His eye darted to the flap, and he said nothing. Niyana tied the flap shut.
"Come to see the warts on my cock?" He grunted. From the waist up he wore nothing but his scars. The most prominent was the gash from cheek to forehead that left him missing an eye. His hair was black and cut as short as Cat's. He was heavily muscled, and it seemed an odd mix of natural talent for an archer. "What do you want pale bitch?"
"Where did your earlier hospitality go?" Niyana cooed at him.
"I don't take another male's property." He spat. "I don't need a general coming to cut off my cock."
"I only ask that you listen then." She said and sat down on the ground across from him. "The Lunarians are out here looking for something. Do you know what?" The soldier gave her an icy glare but didn't respond. "I thought it was me. Or at least the one scout patrol I killed was looking for me." She pretended not to notice the flinch of recognition in his eye. "I may belong to The Killer, but I am not a blood traitor. I owe the king no loyalties, but I will defend against anyone they send after me. But if there are other troops, I do not want to be involved against those that are not my enemies."
"I am no blood traitor either." He said. "I will not give you any information. And especially not any of my cock, bitch." That avenue didn't work.
"There is something at that Monastery that has my Master, and the king of Lunar interested. My master has not yet been replaced, so he still serves Zecair, and I still serve him. Why would you think helping me would mean you are betraying your kin?" The male put down his wineskin and crossed his arms in a defiant posture.
"I've already taken all the information Cat knew from her." Niyana crossed her arms and mimicked his posture. "You aren't as easily tempted by pleasure as she is. You're a soldier, just as I am. You understand these men and their needs; you have their respect and their loyalty. It's not incorrect to see you leading them someday."
"Stop right there bitch." He replied. This one wasn't falling for any of her ploys. "The Cat will die by her failings and no other way." He added in a low voice. Niyana suppressed a smile. Now she understood him. He wasn't going to betray The Cat; he was going to see her fail on purpose -- thereby ascending the ranks naturally and unquestionably. There was nothing more for her to do, this male had scruples and was already well positioned. She wondered if his earlier performance was a facade.
"You will ride with us, under Cat's supervision." He stated matter-of-factly. "If you truly serve your master, you will give us information on Lunarian troops. You'll point out leaders on the battlefield for more decisive victories. And when we're done with our sweep, then we'll pay this little monastery a visit. But only if Cat orders it."
There were subtleties in his speech she didn't miss. He was playing along; he just wasn't stupid enough to be obvious about it. Good for him.
"The Killer, a general of Zecair, is very interested in this human monastery." She started speaking out loud. "He seems to think there is some secret that Zecair needs from those humans. Something the Lunarians, who are camped right outside their doorsteps, are also interested in. Let's hope they will wait for us." She watched his expressions intently, but he didn't move.
"Get out." He stated plainly. "If you want a piece of cock, bitch, there's plenty out there." Niyana smirked, she had him. They understood one another now. She rose to her feet and exited the tent. The flap fell shut after her and the male inside didn't seem to stir after that. He was a cold, calculating one, she would need to watch him more closely and not be duped by his performances. She chuckled at the thought he was probably thinking the same thing now.
The camp had all but settled in for the night. Sentries were posted at its perimeter, and those not on duty were already asleep. The ones stirring were the muffled moans coming from the fire pit where she left Kelria. She almost dreaded returning there; she asked a lot of the pack master that she might not be able to do. But the more natural her reactions were the less they would suspect them. It was also part of her plan, but she felt guilty using her friend in such a way. But this was a war for survival.
The cookfire illuminated the orgy clearly. It would have disturbed her to see such a thing before, but now that she had tasted the delinquency of Zecair, it was almost normal. Kelria was riding one of the soldiers; her naked body was bouncing up and down on his member with abandon. She faced away from him as another soldier held her head and thrusted his cock into her mouth. A third was crouched on the ground, sucking her breasts while he stroked his own cock.
A sudden twinge of anger flared in her cheeks. She imagined cutting them all off and watching their owners bleed to death from missing male organs. It almost seemed as appealing as joining in the sex orgy. She could take some of the attention off of Kelria and make it more tolerable for her. The carnal desires were asserting themselves again and the memories she had shared with The Cat didn't seem to have staved them off long enough. Joining them might do the trick however. She was sure she could wear these males out. Tomorrow they might be sore and awkward enough to have little accidents on their searches. She liked this plan.
Niyana shed her clothes as she approached. The Zecairins noticed her but seemed too engulfed in their activities. She knelt before the male stroking his cock and took it eagerly into her mouth. It was no different than the many others she had played with and he was rather short in stature so his entire member fit inside. Niyana wrapped her tongue around its length as she pulled him back out. The male immediately stopped his harsh groping and watched this blonde Lunarian beauty suck him past her lips. The exquisite sensation made his eyes loll back in his head immediately. Firm gentle fingers cupped his balls and massaged them as she bobbed up and down on his shaft, her wet lips sliding easily along the hard meat. His cock slipped out of her mouth with a wet plop so she licked the underside and circled her tongue around the head. Her efforts were rewarded with a moan of appreciation and pleasure.
A pair of firm hands grabbed her rear and spread her legs apart; she had hoped one of the others would join in. The sooner she got all of them exhausted and tired the sooner she could see to Kelria. She looked over her shoulder and gave the soldier a sultry look as he position his hard member between her thighs and pressed the head of it against her waiting mound. Her pussy was still a little wet from earlier and it was eager to receive real stimulation this time. He pressed in slowly at first, his meat spreading her inner walls snuggly and making her breath catch in her throat. This one was bigger than the male in her hands but still not as filling as Kreth. Yet he still felt good inside her as that thick hard member slowly moved in and out of her wanting pussy. As he dove in and buried his cock to the hilt, she moaned deeply around the member in her mouth. It made the male on the other end moan loudly -- she found something he really liked. He grabbed her head and started to push her down onto his cock faster as his hips thrusted up to meet her lips. His cock was ready to explode; she could feel it throbbing between her lips.
Beside them, the Zecairin thrusting his manhood into Kelria's mouth grunted loudly as his body jerked suddenly. He held her mouth still despite her protests and efforts to pull away. His seed flooded her mouth as he came, dribbling out of the corners of her lips. She was too lost to the ecstasy of the manhood she was riding to put up too much of a fight. He pulled his spent cock out and collapsed in a sweaty pile next to them. His semen dribbled down her panting lips and over her bare chest as she bucked up and down. Her moans and cries of passion grew louder with each thrust. She was close herself to climaxing, with the male under her frantically trying to relieve both their sexual peaks at the same time.
Niyana looked away and focused on her own pleasure. She moaned loudly and the vibrations echoed though the cock in her mouth and
out of the mouth of the male she sucked in his own moans of pleasure. Each thrust of the thick member in her wet pussy made her more and more aroused; she lost herself to the frantic flow of their lovemaking and feverishly started pounding his cock into her mouth. The soldier grunted as he tried to match her fast pace, slamming his hips up and pushing more of his throbbing manhood into her mouth. At such a feverish pace he didn't last much longer. A sudden jolt, a scream of release, and his hot semen flooded her mouth, shooting spurt after spurt into the back of her throat. She swallowed it all in a gulp and gasped for air afterward.
She released him immediately and reached over to her companion. Kelria was too lost in the moment to care what her Queen was trying to do. They kissed, and she found her queen's lips warm, sensual and inviting. Their tongues met and danced as caressing hands found and stroked her head. She moaned against her Queen's loving wet embrace, her arms wrapped around the warrior princess and held her to her as she bucked harder against the male under her.
The sight of the two Lunarian beauties kissing and caressing each other was the boost these males needed. A loud grunt later the cock spasmed inside Kelria and filled her with his seed. The warm tingling sensation inside her pussy gave Kelria the push over her peak and she broke her kiss to release a spastic wail of ecstasy. Her body shook and jerked as wave after wave finally washed over her body. Niyana held the girl tightly and lavished her tongue on the girl's erect nipples, prolonging the tremors of passion in Kelria's body as much as possible. Stuttered gasps continued with each flick of that tongue and each residual thrust of the man under her. Niyana sucked each nipple into her mouth one after the other and moaned against the endowed bouncing flesh.
A moment later it was echoed by the Zecairin pounding his man flesh furiously into Niyana's wet mound. He groaned and grunted and thrust in one last time causing spurt after spurt to fill her hot pussy. Niyana shouted in pleasure as she felt him release inside her. Each thrust of that cock caused a secondary spurt of wet seed against her inner walls. She thrusted back to meet him each time wanting more and more of it until there was none left.
The males now spent, they disentangled themselves and left the pale skinned ladies to their affections. Niyana laid her companion down on the ground and kissed and licked the sweat and cum off her companion's panting body. Her lips started at her cheeks and neck, to traverse over the girl's chest and linger over her nipples, finally to end at the ravaged pussy between her legs. It was red and swollen from all the attentions so she delicately licked the remnants of the soldier's seed from the outer folds before gingerly prying it open to lavish the inside with attention from her tongue.
However, her lover was protesting with sudden jerks and pained whines -- Kelria had had enough. The sensitive flesh was too tender for anymore lovemaking this night. It was just as well too, as Niyana looked up all the males were struggling to wander off into the night to their respective sleeping areas. They had won this battle of wills and stamina. She could still go on, the excitement of the moment had reawakened all her senses, but the deep disturbing cravings had finally been sated.
Niyana picked up the panting and shaking Kelria and carried her off. She knew just the spot for some revitalizing aftercare. The men didn't question her now, those that were still awake and alert had heard the screams and moans and didn't dare want to ruin their chances the next night, or didn't care at all. The path to the hillside pond was clear of troops, even the pond itself was vacant -- The Cat was nowhere nearby.
The water had cooled significantly. She went in until it came halfway up her waist. Kelria was too exhausted to manage on her own. She took direction enough as Niyana sat her against the rocky edge. The girl pulled her legs up against her chest as she sat immersed in the water, and her head promptly collapsed onto her knees. Niyana used her magic again to heat it up to a comfortable temperature and Kelria sighed appreciatively.
Her Queen took care of her. She washed the girl's hair, and rinsed the sweat from her body. Kelria's wet chestnut hair drifted away in the water. Niyana brushed them from the girl's face to see her staring and brooding.
"I wasn't prepared for what they put me through." Niyana started as she knelt in the water nearby. "I found a place for my mind to go, a happy memory, and let them do as they liked to my body. I trusted the human to protect my life, but there were times where I wished he would have let me die." She admitted. Kelria looked up from her self reflection and regarded her Queen's words.
"Why did he protect you?" She asked in earnest curiosity.
"I don't really know," Niyana smiled. "He had plans for me. His ability to think in complex intrigue was astounding; it was as if our entire time in Zecair had been planned out. He somehow knew it would all be okay in the end. Nothing seemed to surprise him... except this one time. I made him mad when I tried to take my own life. After then, I decided to trust him."
"Zecairins are so different from us." Kelria sighed. "They make love so... violently." She struggled to find the words. "Not one kiss, not one caress, not one soft word." The two ladies fell in silence.
"It's because of our women," A soft male voice came from the darkness. Niyana looked up sharply with a dangerous glare at the intruder. But he didn't seem concerned as he cautiously crept up. "You have nothing to fear from me. My missions doesn't involve you two, or your master. I have no intention of becoming involved." He placed his spear by the side of the pond and started to unlace his boots. As he knelt they got a good look at him in the star filled night.
He was tall and lithe with long black hair. Niyana recognized him as the third, quiet spoken, lizard rider. There was a gracefulness to him that she found misplaced in Zecairin; even his face was calm and demur.
"I have heard many interesting things this evening." He sighed as he placed his bare feet in the warm water and enjoyed their soothing effects. "I thank you for this marvelous relief from many days of marching." He smiled devilishly at Niyana. "I feel inclined to present a fair trade for it and the many juicy bits of information I have already heard." He tossed his long hair back over his shoulder with one grand sweep of his hand.
"I've taken a liking to the softer side of females. I like human women the most. They fight back at first, but they soon give in to soft caresses, and soft words." He winked at Kelria as he used her words. "But some do scream very loudly, and that's just unfortunate." Niyana floated over to him and his feet as they dangled in the warm water. Softly she picked up one weary, calloused foot and started to stroke the aching arch and tendons of the weary soldier. His eyes rolled back inside his head and he sighed appreciatively.
"Oh, you saucy wench, Are you trying to loosen my tongue or my trousers?" Niyana gave him a coy look but remained focused on rubbing his foot. "Or perhaps both?" he taunted her. "Oh very well, I'll seduce you with more words first." He feigned complaining as he watched her work.
"Firstly, Do not attempt to unseat The Cat," He sighed as she massaged. "There are far worse brigade captains that would have to replace her. A male cannot lead this unit. Not openly at least." He chuckled at that. Niyana raised an eyebrow at him, and a complementary smile to their sneaky victory.
"Secondly, the Lunarians that camp outside that human place are different from the bodies of the ones we found. They do not wear that tattoo." He pointed at the Yvarna on Kelria. "What more, they seem to be avoided by the other type. The tattooed ones are armed for search and destroy, where as the plain Elths are a large scale scout unit." Niyana switched to his other foot, and repeated her soothing massage. Their guest was lost to her touch before his words came again.
"Thirdly," He started with a dreamy look on his face. "Thirdly comes at a price." He sighed. "When your companion is well, send her to my tent. I would like to know how soft true Lunarian women are. I will then part with that juicy bit of knowledge." Niyana's hands traveled up his thigh to his crotch and softly caressed the bulge she felt there.
"I can be very soft." She cooed at him and licked the tip of one of h
is toes gingerly. It brought a gasping shudder from her paramour, who couldn't hold back the shiver that ran down his spine.
"Oh, you teasing kitten. I'm sure you could." He smiled. "But my price was named, so let's not make this awkward." He smiled and retracted both his feet from the water. Niyana pouted at him as he laced his boots back on. "Oh, and please make sure the boys don't ruin her, they can be very... violent. And that would be a shame." He gathered his spear and returned to the shadows of the forest just as quietly as he came.
Niyana sank against the edge of the pool and couldn't help be feel a certain yearning towards the mysterious Zecairin.
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The Mischevious
The dawn began with the clack-clack of sparring warriors. The elite guards were warming up with hard fought duel matches. Mock spears, swords, short blades, even a knife -- all rang out loudly amid grunts of exertion and drops of sweat. Eight of them in all: six men sat and watched while two fought their hearts out and never pulled a strike unless it was to the head. They wore only cloth shorts that came to their knees. The morning dew moistened their skin and made sweat all the more prominent.
They saw her coming and paused in their routine. All eyes watched her sultry, playful gait as she walked boldly right towards them. She mimicked the brown shorts they wore, but covered her front in a tightly fitting strap of blue cloth that held her bosom squished to her chest. One of the men snorted derisively and shook his head. Even her shoulder length blue hair had been tied behind her head.