‘You admit to the need then?’ Kaulak replied shiftily.
‘Indeed,’ Elethrine answered as the blood rushed to her cheeks, ‘it is nature, though hardly a fit topic to discuss with hired guards.’
‘To suggest that we surrender to you with abandonment is to insult us,’ Talithea put in.
‘In our land it would be an insult not to invite you to couple,’ Ulak responded and then turned to Aisla. ‘For myself though, all day I have been watching the roundness of your bottom as it bounced with the motion of the camel and wondering how it would feel in my hands. You seem less reserved than the others and I have often wondered how it would feel to take pleasure with a woman of height greater than my own. Will you couple with me?’
Aisla giggled and glanced at Elethrine.
‘A sensible idea,’ Elethrine stated, ‘and when you have finished, your comrades may take their turns.’
‘Not so,’ Mausac interjected, ‘for, beautiful though Aisla is, her passage will be swimming with Ulak’s sperm and loose, whereas yours, if you are truly maiden, will be tight and running only with your own sweet juice.’
‘Sir!’ Elethrine and Talithea exclaimed in simultaneous outrage at the intimacy of his remark.
‘Let us cease bickering,’ Kaulak said tiredly. ‘The proposal is this - when we accepted the task of guarding you over many hundreds of leagues of barren or dangerous land, we assumed that the nights would be spent in blissful indulgence in each other’s bodies. Without such comforts the journey is simply not worth undertaking, nor would you have our true loyalty, having so rudely insulted us. So, either give in to the feelings which you admit to or we will return to Fujome and you may proceed as best you can.’
Neither Elethrine nor Talithea responded, both struck dumb by the treachery of their guards.
‘Come, come,’ Ulak said, sensing their despondence, ‘all day you have sat with your sweet cunts spread over the spines of camels. If you are not aroused you cannot be human!’
Elethrine blushed deeply, horrified by his knowledge of something that had been an embarrassing secret for most of the day. Her tuppenny was moist and sensitive, which she knew meant that it was ready to accept a penis even if she wasn’t.
‘We must speak apart,’ Talithea said formally and tugged on Elethrine’s dress.
Elethrine and Aisla followed her into the shadow of a tall rock well out of hearing of the three guards. Elethrine saw that Talithea’s face was flushed as she lifted her veil.
‘It seems,’ the Princess said resignedly, ‘that we have been tricked, which is perhaps not dissimilar to ravishment.’
‘Indeed not,’ Elethrine agreed. ‘We have only two choices, surrender or be abandoned on the desert.’
‘Then we had best surrender,’ Talithea suggested with a tone than Elethrine found suspiciously close to anticipation.
‘What!?’ Elethrine demanded. ‘Surrender our maidenheads? To common soldiers?’
‘Kaulak’s previous rank is equivalent - perhaps - to that of thane,’ Talithea replied, ‘and to be ravished by the thane of an enemy state might be thought a natural fate for either of us, and not without honour. To be tricked into ravishment is perhaps a little less acceptable, but still… I would surrender to Kaulak.’
‘How can you say this?’ Elethrine retorted. ‘What of your chastity? What of our return to Mund? When it is discovered that you are not pure you will be sent to a celibentuary. Your life will be one of shame and drudgery - working stripped, at scrubbing floors and serving, spanked bare each dawn, tattooed as a harlot!’
‘Not so,’ Talithea answered. ‘When we reach Thieron I will wed Kaulak, who - in truth - appeals to me more than Prince Kavisterion.’
‘What then of me?’ Elethrine demanded furiously. ‘That leaves me with Mausac I suppose?’ A coarse, overweight oaf! My modesty recoils at the very thought!’
‘There speaks the girl who swallowed the jism of five dwarves!’ Talithea laughed. ‘You are modest indeed!’
‘To save my maidenhead!’ Elethrine retorted.
‘Ha! Your eyes were shut in bliss! You licked Karogan’s organ clean as if enjoying a stick of iced peach juice! You allowed Umajan to fondle your breasts while you sucked on him! You are a strumpet Trina, face it.’
‘Me! Who wants to spread her thighs for a disgraced soldier? And as for the dwarves, who allowed her skirts and petticoats to the lifted, took down her own drawers and showed off her pantalettes for their pleasure?’
‘Mistress, Princess please!’ Aisla interrupted. ‘They are harnessing the camels!’
Elethrine turned to find that it was true. For a moment she stood irresolute, half terrified of what would come if she accepted the guards’ offer, half wanting to do exactly that. Kaulak was adjusting the girth straps of a camel, Ulak checking the level of a water skin. Mausac had already mounted, his paunch bulging out between his open legs and the long scar on his face reflecting an angry red in the setting sun.
‘Mistress,’ Aisla spoke softly from behind her, ‘this Mausac is no noble, it is true, but see the scars on his face and arms. He must be a warrior of note, and so perhaps worthy.’
Elethrine swallowed, grateful for Aisla’s encouraging words but still uncertain. Yet all around them the Eigora Khum stretched away, parched rock and sand with no trace of life or water and little shade. Had she been alone, she told herself, honour might have demanded running into the desert, but she had a responsibility to Aisla as her maid and fealty to Talithea as a Princess of the House Royal of Mund. Besides, as Aisla said, Mausac was the warrior of a strange race, to whom she could submit without complete loss of face.
‘Very well,’ she said slowly, ‘let us go to them.’
They walked towards the three men, Talithea in front, Elethrine wondering if by some clever trick she might not escape defloweration.
‘Kaulak, Thane of Teahjome,’ Talithea addressed the lean ex-officer. ‘I, Talithea, Princess of Mund, submit myself to your lust, do with me as you will.’
‘Ah ha!’ Kaulak declared, ‘I knew it was simply a matter of allowing you to find an excuse. Come, let us commence before the sun falls and I can no longer admire your beauty.’
He turned to pull the blanket from his camel, favoured the others with a grin and, taking Talithea’s hand, led her off among the rocks. Ulak smiled at Aisla and accepted her hand as well, leaving Elethrine faced with the still mounted Mausac.
‘Do you have any rank at all?’ she asked hopefully.
‘None to speak of,’ he answered, scratching his nose with the tip of a finger. ‘I was made a leader of twelve during the siege of Reites, but demoted for drunkenness shortly after.’
‘And how many have you slain in fair combat?’ she persisted.
‘Fair combat?’ he queried. ‘Well, that is hard to say. I and three others planted the petard that brought down the tower at Bome-Remore, which must have killed a hundred or more. I was an archer with Captain Orik when we ambushed a troop of Oretean cavalry in a gully and I must have taken a dozen at the least. Then there was the molten lead at Reites…’
‘I mean in single combat,’ Elethrine explained, ‘or a melee perhaps.’
‘Perhaps fifteen, perhaps twenty,’ Mausac shrugged, ‘but should we not be talking of love rather than war?’
‘We do talk of love,’ Elethrine replied. ‘I seek to discover how great is the dishonour of being ravished by you, as you are determined to have me. If you have truly slain twenty men face to face, then it is no dishonour at all.’
‘No?’ Mausac queried, then continued. ‘I do not pretend to understand you. Vendjome girls are by and large alarmed by my scared countenance and take little pleasure in my prowess as a soldier. Still, if you must know, when they breached the wall at Reites I slew a general…’
‘A general?’ Elethrine continued.
‘One who commands an army,’ Mausac explained.
‘In Mund any noble might command an army,’ Elethrine replied. ‘Yet it is a gr
eat feat of arms for a common soldier. Perhaps it is I who am unworthy of your attentions.’
‘Not at all,’ Mausac insisted, ‘and also, during a skirmish in the Glissades I slew a man in mail and armed with an axe, using only my teeth.’
‘Was he highborn?’ Elethrine questioned.
‘I didn’t ask him,’ Mausac answered with a grin. ‘But enough talk of blood and battle, come.’
‘I fear I am scarcely worthy of being taken by such a great warrior,’ Elethrine faltered as Mausac dismounted.
‘I don’t mind,’ he assured her, taking her hand and pulling her gently towards the rocks.
Elethrine followed with a lump in her throat and a strong tingling feeling between her legs. As they passed between the two towering rocks, Elethrine heard gasps and moans of pleasure, and, coming into a small flat area, she came on a sight that set her pulse hammering. A camel blanket had been laid down on the hard ground, and on it knelt the Princess Talithea. Her dress and petticoats had been thrown up over her back and her drawers and pantalettes pulled open to expose the full, creamy skinned peach of her bottom, her anus a dark, puckered spot between them. Her breasts had been pulled out of her bodice and swung bare beneath her chest. Her tuppenny was swollen and moist, the taut skin of her maidenhead visible, all but blocking the entrance to her vagina.
Kaulak was at her head, his erection in her mouth as he fondled one dangling breast. He grinned up at Mausac and Elethrine, then, with curious, shuffling gait moved behind Talithea. Elethrine watched with her mouth agape as his long brown penis was put to the Princess’s hole. Kaulak found the entrance and gave a shove. The Princess’s maidenhead broke and she gave a curious cry, both a sob and a squeal. Then his cock was in her and she moaned, opening both eyes and mouth wide as for the first time a penis filled her vagina.
Kaulak moved mounted himself on her more comfortably, his organ still deep in her previously virgin vagina. He began to pump vigorously, with his legs cocked apart in an obscene position that left his lean, dark buttocks wide and showed his balls as they slapped against Talithea’s sex. With her bodice and chemise unfastened, her rounded breasts slapped together as she was ridden. The greatest shock to Elethrine though was the expression on her face, which after the initial shock had passed to absolute bliss. Her eyes had shut but her mouth was still wide, with a dribble of spittle running from one corner. With each push into her she made a little moaning noise, expressing pure ecstasy.
‘Not so prim now eh?’ Mausac laughed as they passed.
Kaulak grinned up at them, then changed his posture slightly, placing his hands on Talithea’s buttocks and pulling them open and revealing her anal opening and the juncture of his penis and her vagina. Elethrine shivered and hurried on, feeling more nervous still but deeply aroused by the sight of Talithea’s submission.
‘Eager for our own coupling?’ Mausac suggested with a laugh as he followed her between the rocks.
The disturbing sight of Talithea and Kaulak was quickly hidden from view. Talithea, Elethrine realised, had been eager for penetration - desperate even - and so had needed only a moderately worthy excuse to surrender her maidenhead. She herself, after exploring the pleasures of her body with the dwarves, was also eager, but not so wanton as to submit so easily.
Elethrine found herself alone with Mausac in a clear space among enormous boulders. The red sun showed between two of these, illuminating Mausac as he struggled with the buckles and straps of his belly harness. He was grinning broadly as the harness fell away to expose his great belly and the bulge of his organ beneath his kirtle, the red sunlight giving his face the look of some lustful, gorging demon.
Elethrine sank to her knees, her jaw shaking as he lifted the kirtle to expose himself for her. His organ reared up, rigid with blood, the shaft a rich brown colour with the head protruding from the thick foreskin, red and shiny. A leathery sack, richly grown with hair and bulging with two plump testicles hung beneath it. As with the dwarves, she felt immediate repulsion coupled with a strong desire to take the obscene thing into her mouth and suck it. Forcing herself to overcome her distaste, she moved forward and took hold of his balls with one hand and the shaft of his cock with the other.
Mausac groaned as she began to masturbate him into her face, then nudged his organ against her lips. Elethrine closed her eyes and gaped wide, surrendering herself to having her mouth used once more. As her lips closed on his shaft she tasted his organ, a rich, salty flavour less earthy than the taste of dwarven male. He groaned and took her by the hair, starting to use her mouth as Kaulak had been Talithea’s vagina. Elethrine began to suck at his head, squeezing it between the back of her throat and her tongue each time he pushed in.
‘Patience, little one, or I’ll spend in your mouth,’ he groaned.
Elethrine only sucked the harder and started to lick at the underside of his shaft. He gave a grunt, said something she couldn’t understand and then came in her mouth. She gagged as her throat filled with sperm, swallowing frantically but not fast enough to prevent his last, ecstatic push from forcing sperm out between her lips and his cock to dribble down her chin and onto the front of her bodice. Twice more he jerked, smaller spurts of jism erupting into her mouth and then across her face as he withdrew and took himself in hand to squeeze out the last of it over her nose and cheeks.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said hoarsely. ‘I couldn’t last. Like Ulak, all day I have been admiring the way your bottoms fill your dresses, and it is a wonder I didn’t come before.’
‘Pray do not apologise,’ Elethrine said, sitting back and then swallowing the rest of the sperm in her mouth. ‘As I said, I am scarcely worthy of your attention, and it is perhaps best that you spend your seed in my mouth or hand.’
‘Nonsense, nonsense,’ Mausac assured her. ‘Later I shall take your maidenhead gently and then we shall try some interesting erotic combinations, such as the Goblin and Dog which Kaulak and your friend Talithea were enjoying with such gusto.’
Elethrine shivered at the thought, and also at the disgusting description of the sexual position in which Talithea had lost her maidenhead. Her mouth was full of the taste of come and her sex felt hot and wet, yet she had made Mausac spend and was still virgin, while her need was not so strong that she would be unable to resist completely abandoning herself.
‘I shall fetch a blanket,’ she offered, rising to her feet.
‘Good idea, the nights are cold, even with a lustful companion,’ Mausac answered. ‘Also the ground is hard.’
Elethrine moved off through the rocks in the failing light. The urge to find a quiet spot and play with her tuppenny was close to irresistible, yet the fear of one of the men finding her and taking advantage of her condition overcame her lust. Instead she chose her route carefully and presently found herself peeping out from between two rocks at Kaulak and Talithea. He evidently had more self control than Mausac, or possibly his position at the head of the column had left him less stirred by the girls’ physiques. In any case, he was still going strong, and had Talithea laid out on the ground with her thighs up high and spread wide, a position almost as rude and perhaps even more yielding than the one she had been in before. Her clothing was completely dishevelled, with her breasts fully out of her chemise and her drawers and pantalettes stretched taught between her ankles behind Kaulak’s rapidly humping back.
A wave of malicious delight swept through Elethrine at the sight of the haughty young Princess being ravished so thoroughly and evidently enjoying it so much. She, Elethrine, the Demoiselle, had had the calm and intelligence to retain her maidenhead if not her dignity, while Talithea, the Princess, had surrendered completely to her basest lusts. Only the look of utter rapture on Talithea’s face marred Elethrine’s delight, as while it showed what a strumpet the girl was, it also hinted at pleasures far beyond anything Elethrine had experienced.
Shaking herself, she moved back into the deepening shadows and returned to her task of finding a blanket. The camels were seated, passively
chewing the cud, and they made no move as she pulled both her own blanket and Mausac’s free. From somewhere among the rocks she heard Aisla’s distinctive giggle and a grunt of passion from Ulak. Feeling pleased with herself yet slightly left out, she returned through the rocks, thoroughly wet between her thighs and reasoning that if Mausac chose to ravish her later then she would have little choice but to part her thighs for him rather than make an unseemly fuss.
On reaching the open ground where she had left him, she found him huddled on his side, snoring and deeply asleep. Elethrine spread her blanket with a mixture of relief and disappointment. She lay for a while as the light died from red, through crimson to purple, listening to Aisla’s excited giggles, Talithea’s soft moans and the men’s grunts and sighs. Finally Talithea and Kaulak went quiet, but the last thing Elethrine heard before sleep was Aisla’s giggle as she feigned reluctance to Ulak’s suggestion that she strip naked.
Elethrine awakened to the gentle pressure of Aisla’s hand on her shoulder. The first flush of dawn was coming up in the east as she sat up and accepted the waterskin from her maid.
‘Was it?’ the maid began and trailed off, looking anxiously at her mistress.
‘No,’ Elethrine replied, glancing to the still snoring hulk of Mausac, ‘it was not. He came once in my mouth and then fell asleep. I am still maiden.’
‘I am pleased for you,’ Aisla replied, although her tone suggested otherwise.
‘Impudence could earn you a whipping,’ Elethrine answered tersely, although she knew that it was her frustration and not her maid’s manner that were annoying.
‘Sorry, mistress,’ Aisla said meekly. ‘I sought only to comfort you.’
‘I am very well, thank you,’ Elethrine answered, ‘which is more than can be said for Talithea, who behaved with the wantonness of a nymph and must surely now be filled with shame.’
‘She seems pensive but not unhappy,’ Aisla answered. ‘We had best be underway. Kaulak wishes to be well out into the dunes before the full heat of the day sets in.’
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