The Return

by Campbell, Sean M.

  He laughed. “Well, Armsmaster, what brings you to the western town of Quinn?”

  “I am traveling east and had hoped to speak with Father before I continue my trip.”

  “I am sure he would be glad to speak with you. I can ask him to drop by tomorrow, around noon.”

  “You do me a service, Lord.”

  “You have done us a much greater one. After your fight with the Lithan, it will be at least a year before they come back here.”

  I bowed lightly as he turned to leave.

  I went to my room to strip out of my armor and weapons, and my gear was lying on the floor in my room. I pulled out my cleaning kits and started cleaning my armor, guns and weapons. As I was finishing there was a light knock on my door. “Come in.”

  A young girl of about seventeen years old opened the door. She had a shock of red hair that hung down past her waist and was thick and curly. It looked more like a mane than hair. She was thin, with small breasts about the size of a couple of tangerines. Her eyes were a beautiful emerald green. “Sir, your bath is ready.”

  I followed her to the bathing room to find a steaming tub of water. I placed my clothing and pistols on the table next to the tub, and then stepped into the hot water. Now, that felt good. I dunked my head under the water. When I came up, the girl stepped up behind me and began to wash my hair. As she used a scoop to rinse my hair she stepped around in front of me. She was completely naked. She washed my back and chest, and then had me stand up so she could wash my legs. When she began to wash my private area, I turned red in the face. Likka began to chuckle in my mind.

 

 

 

 

 

  As I stepped out of the bath, Missa began to dry me off, and Likka jumped in the tub. I chuckled, “Missa, will you help me bathe Likka?”

  “Will she bite me, sir?”

  “Not while you are bathing her.”

  Likka stuck her tongue out at me.

  I thought to her.

  After Likka was clean and dried, I got dressed in a clean set of clothes. I reached into my pouch and pulled out two gold coins and handed them to Missa “Thank you, Missa.”

  She took them with wide eyes as she got dressed.

  “Missa, to whom do I give my clothing for cleaning?”

  “I will take them, sir.”

  “Thank you.”

  I headed down to the common room to eat, with a wet, happy Likka following me. As I sat at a table, I could hear whispers of conversation going on around me. Everyone was talking about my personal war that afternoon. I just shook my head.

  The barman Kinal came out of the kitchen with a platter with a roast, a tankard of ale, a loaf of bread and a slab of cheese on it, and brought it to my table. As he sat it down I held out a gold coin “Would you bring out about twenty pounds of raw meat for my friend here.”

  As the coin disappeared into his apron he said, “Certainly, sir.”

  After I had eaten my fill, I sat back to just listen to the crowd. It was the voice saying, “He doesn’t look so tough to me.” That pulled my awareness in his direction. A young street tough was trying to pump him up after a few too many drinks.

  As he stood up, I spoke just loud enough for him and his friends to hear; “Sit down, boy, before you get hurt.”

  He turned red in the face and started walking towards me. He stepped over and stabbed a knife into the table, right next to my hand. “What do you think about that, mighty warrior?”

  “Thank you for the knife. I need a cheap piece of junk to clean shit off my boots.”

  He snapped his hand out to grab up the knife. Then fell to his knees as I twisted his fingers back and outward. As he reached with his other hand for the knife, my right hand shot out and slammed his head into the table. As he fell back, with a bloody nose and busted lip, I said “Go home to your mother, boy, you’re not ready for the big leagues.”

  He screamed as he got up off of the floor. As he lunged at me, I came up from the table, spun him and slammed him down on the table, with his own knife at his throat. “Do you really want to die, boy?” I screamed in his face. “Is this the day you have decided to be judged in front of your gods?”

  He started crying as he wet himself. “Please don’t kill me.”

  “Go home, boy, and don’t pick fights, or you will end up dead when you pick the wrong target. Grow up to be a farmer or tanner, not a bully who thinks he can fight.” I let him up and pushed him towards the door. As he fled the crowd started laughing. “What are you all laughing at? Have any of you ever known real fear? Have any of you stood in the face of death and held your own bladder? You should all be ashamed of yourselves. I didn’t see any of you out there on the wall, willing to defend your own families from the Lithan.”

  Likka stood.

  I looked down at Likka and spoke out loud. “I know Likka, they are afraid. That is why they should be ashamed of themselves, for laughing at another’s fear.”

  I walked out of the common room and up the stairs to my room. I pulled out the bottle of whiskey, and took a long pull from it. Likka spoke from behind me.

  I lie down on the bed and put the plug back in the jug.

 

  As my eyes grew heavy

 

  It was about midnight when my door opened, waking me instantly. I slid my hand down to the butt of my pistol on my hip, and then made out the shape of Missa as she approached the bed. She stopped at the edge of the bed. “Are you awake, sir?”

  “Yes.”

  “You need to take off your clothes.”

  “Why are you here?”

  “You paid for me, sir.”

  “I gave you a tip for helping me with the bath, and bathing my friend.”

  “Sir, you gave me more money than I have ever seen.”

  In my head I thought quickly

 

 

 

 

 

  Talking back to the girl, I said, “I am not going to be able to convince you to not climb in this bed, am I?”

  “No, sir.”

  I stood up and began to take off my weapons and hang them on the bed post. Missa lifted her dress over her head. “I took a bath for you, sir. A man as rich as you deserves a clean girl.”

  As I dropped my loin cloth, she reached out and ran her finger along my manhood, causing it to start to respond. “I am a little afraid, sir. I have never seen a weapon that large on a man before.”

  “I will be as gentle as I can.”

  She stretched back onto the bed and spread her legs. I leaned down and kissed her gently on the mouth, as she began to kiss back, she reached out to stroke my manhood. It responded rather quickly, and she gasped as it grew in her hand. As I
released her from our kiss, she sat up and began to lick my staff. I stood there as she took my manhood into her mouth and began to suck on it. My knees nearly buckled as she slid her mouth almost all the way off, and then forced her head forward until her nose nestled into my pubic hair.

  Likka commented in my head.

  Missa continued to massage my rod with her face until I could not take it any more, and I told her, “I am about to cum, Missa.”

  When I said this, she buried her nose in my pubic hair and her tongue slid out to lick my balls. I exploded down her throat and she swallowed. The contractions of her throat made me orgasm even harder, as I pumped spurt after spurt down her throat. As my orgasm started to subside, she slid her finger into her mouth next to my staff, and got it wet with her saliva. As I was about to slide out of her throat, she slid the wet finger between the globes of my ass, and slid it into me. With a couple of twitches of her finger, I exploded into her mouth a second time. Even Likka looked up and commented,

  As she lay back onto the bed with a satisfied little smirk on her face, I dropped to my knees and just buried my face between her legs and into her sweet young flower. She cried out “Oh, Gods, sir! No one has ever done that to me.” I lifted her legs up and pushed my tongue into her rear entrance, and she squealed and moaned.

  I continued to lick her tight little rosebud and sweet flower until she was just about to explode. Then I nipped her clit with my teeth. As soon as I did this, she slammed her legs closed on my face and screamed. My face was covered in her cum as she squirted all over me. When I licked her clit again, she pushed my head out from between her legs, and covered herself as she lay on the bed and twitched.

  I kissed my way up her body, and looked into her face. She wrapped her legs around my waist and used her hand to guide me into her. I pushed slowly into her as she laid her head back, her eyes rolled into the top of her head. As I bottomed out inside her, she moaned out, “So full, oh Gods, sir, you make me feel so full.”

  I pulled out slowly, until only the head of my staff was still inside her, then I began to thrust back. With each thrust she would let out a low moan, and each retraction brought out a light whimper. I continued to thrust into her, listening to the music of her sounds, as she built upwards into her orgasm. I felt her start to tense up, and then she began to shake. With each thrust, her legs around my waist would vibrate and shake. Her legs suddenly clamped down on my waist as she screamed out her orgasm. When she relaxed a bit, and I could move again, I continued to thrust into her. Six times I drove her to those heights.

  On the seventh, I thrust as deeply into her as I could, and moaned out my own orgasm. As my seed spurted into her, she arched her back up off of the mattress, and tensed as she screamed through another orgasm. As suddenly as she had arched her back, she collapsed onto the bed. She had fainted from the pleasure.

  As I extracted myself from the tangle of her arms and legs, there came a light knock at the door. A woman’s voice asked “Is everything alright in there, sir?”

  I chuckled to myself as I got off the bed and walked to the door still naked. I opened the door to see a woman, maybe thirty-five years old, with dishwater blond hair and very large breasts. She was fairly attractive, but not a knockout. “Sir, she is my daughter, and I just heard such noises.”

  “She is fine. Come in and see for yourself.” I stepped out of her way as she nearly ran to the bed to check her daughter. As she picked up her daughters hand, Missa’s eyes began to flutter open.

  Missa smiled at her mother, “Oh Momma, he is like a god. I have never felt anything so wonderful in my life. He made me feel special, just like I deserved pleasure as much as he did.”

  “More.” I said quietly from behind them, as I walked towards the bed.

  Her mother looked at her with doubt in her eyes, “Those screams were from pleasure?”

  “I’m sorry momma, I couldn’t hold them back. He made me feel things I have never felt before. Momma, I think I had an orgasm! It felt like I went to heaven!”

  “You had several orgasms, Missa.” I chuckled as she looked at me and blushed.

  Her mother turned to me and looked into my eyes. “Sir, I don’t know what you did to my daughter, but thank you. I have never seen her smile like that. I will leave you now to your beddin’ and sleep.”

  After she left the room, I climbed into the bed behind Missa. I kissed her gently on the neck and felt her relax into my embrace. “Sir, what is your name?”

  “Rhys.”

  I felt her tense up almost instantly. “Sir, your mama must have been a brave woman to name you after the legendary Warmage.”

  “Relax, Missa, nothing will hurt you tonight. I won’t allow it.”

  As she relaxed and drifted off to sleep, I looked pointedly at Likka.

  She sighed and sat up.

  Chapter Two

  I awoke in the morning with Missa still spooned up in front of me. I climbed carefully out of the bed, so as not to wake her.

  As I returned from the outhouse, she sat up in bed. “Good morning sir. I don’t want to leave but, I have morning duties in the common room.”

  I walked over and kissed her. “Thank you, Missa.”

  I got dressed in clean clothes and placed my weapons about me. Once I was ready and looked presentable, I headed down to the common room for breakfast.

  As I walked into the common room, a group of the young bargirls were standing with Missa to one side. They all started giggling as they looked at me. Trying not to show my slight embarrassment, I walked over to a table towards the back of the room. I no sooner had sat down when Missa came over with a platter with ham, eggs, bread and cheese on it. Peotter was behind her with a platter of raw meat for Likka. When Peotter stood up, I held out a gold coin to him. “As I promised. All my gear was there, as I requested.”

  He took the coin as he stared at me, then he clutched it in his hand and ran off to the back. Then the barman Kinal came over to the table with a pitcher of fresh squeezed orange juice and a glass. As he went to move away I set five more of the gold coins on the table, “I will be staying another day, if it is not an inconvenience for you.”

  “No inconvenience at all, sir,” he said, as the coins disappeared into his apron. He quickly walked away. I turned to look at Missa staring at me. “Would you like something?” I said as I pointed to the platter with more food on it than I could eat in a week.

  She smiled at me as she sat down in the chair beside me. “Sir, may I ask a favor of you?”, she whispered as she looked down.

  I reached out and cupped her chin as I held her face up and looked her in the eyes. “Missa, I have taken you to my bed. I believe you have earned the right to look me in the eye, and ask for what you want. The worst I will do to you is say no.”

  She smiled, “Would you purchase my mom for the night tonight, sir? I want her to feel what I felt, just once in her life.”

  “What is her name?”

  “Miska.”

  “Is she a bargirl, like you?”

  “She was, but the men say she is too old and ugly now.”

  “Will you ask her to come to me when she has a free moment, please? But before you do, why don’t you and the other girls over there help me eat this wonderful breakfast.”

  The other girls heard me and came walking over. I motioned for them to sit, and motioned for the barman to bring over more plates and such. Soon the girls were all eating and laughing. A little blue eyed blonde girl looked at me, “Is it true, sir, that you gave Missa so much pleasure, she passed out?”

  “I think Missa has been telling tales. What kind of man would be so mean as to pleasure a girl until she passed out?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.
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br />   Missa looked up from her ham and said, “The best kind.”

  All the girls laughed.

  As we were all laughing and talking, Miska entered the room. I motioned with my hand for her to come and sit down. As she sat down, the barman brought over a plate and silverware for her. As she was eating, I reached into my pouch and pulled out two gold coins. “Would you do me the pleasure of joining me in my room tonight Miska?”

  “I’m sure, sir, one of these younger girls would be more to your taste.”

  “I didn’t ask them -- I asked you.”

  She reached out tentatively towards the coins, “I will be happy to join you, sir.”

  “Rhys. My name is Rhys”,” I said quietly. All of the girls looked at me wide eyed. I looked back and said, “Never be afraid of a name. The man I am named after was a great man.”

  “That name was outlawed by the Mage Kings. They have slain anyone with that name for the last six thousand years.”

  “I am here, so that isn’t completely true, is it?”

  “I would say it isn’t true now, but was for a long time.” A deep voice said from behind the girls. I looked up to see a person covered from head to foot in a dark hooded robe, nothing of skin could be seen.

  “You would be the one they call Father?”

  “Yes, Rhys, and you and I must speak in private for a time, if the ladies will excuse us…”

  After we were in my room, I turned to the hooded figure. “So why are you disguised as a man?”

  “I should have known my disguise wouldn’t fool you, Rhys. You always could see through them.” As she spoke, she pulled back the hood and un-wrapped the black cloth from her face. She had short blond hair with a gold circlet across her forehead. Her eyes were sky blue and her features would have made most supermodels jealous.

  “Why have you come back, Rhys? The Mage kings have tightened their hold so much in the north that even the very rocks are bleeding. Your name carries a death sentence, and if they found out you were in this town they would level it and kill everyone in it.”