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Subject: {ASSM} Kindred Chapter 19, Words and Blood  (Slow, MF)
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Chapter 19: Words and Blood



I set the box down and stood up. "Vincent! Attend me!"

He hurried over immediately. "I want four strong men to carry
this palanquin to my tent immediately. Tell them to be careful,
because if they draw a whimper from within it, I'm likely to hurt
someone very badly. I want the two best horsemen and the six
fastest mounts made ready. Send the horsemen to my tent when they
are ready. Go!"

He turned and raced back to my assembled force. 

"Carlton!"

"Yes, Your Grace?" He spoke at my elbow.

"Put together something to ease her pain. Probably something she
can inhale, I don't think she will be able to swallow anything
now. Then I want you and the surgeon to examine her thoroughly.
Look for other injuries, especially something that would be
fatal, but not immediate."

"Yes, Your Grace." He made his way to where the surgeon observed,
then the two of them went to the hospital tent.

"Iris, go find Mystique and Travis." Travis was the officer in
command of the soldiers that had accompanied me. "Bring them to
my tent. Kaylene, come with me." As I spoke, four strong young
men approached. I was pleased to note that they were of uniform
height. "Carry this palanquin to my tent. Be very careful, there
is a badly injured child inside it. Make her cry, and you'll
bleed." 

They looked at each other, then at me, then stooped down to
carefully lift the platform. I knew I'd shocked them. I have
never been one to threaten my subjects, or to offer undeserved
punishments. But something they saw convinced them I meant
exactly what I'd said this time. 

"Kaylene, I need you to write dispatches for me, one for His
Majesty, and one for Her Ladyship, Marquise Eleanor." As we made
our way to my tent, I could see Mystique and Travis headed toward
it, as well as Vincent and two young men I didn't recognize. At
the doorway Carlton and the surgeon were filling a censer with
aromatic wood shavings and what looked like poppy paste. 

When the men carrying the palanquin arrived, Carlton set the
censer inside and lit it, then closed the drapes surrounding it.
"She should be unconscious in a few minutes, Your Grace, then
we'll let it air before we begin our examinations."

I nodded. One thing I'd learned over the long decades of my
existence was to let those I relied on for there expertise do
what they did best, without my trying to second guess them.
"We'll be inside, then."

I stood in the center of my tent as my batmen removed my armor.
As they worked, I spoke to the two chosen horsemen. "You will
carry dispatches to the King and the Marquise. I expect these
dispatches to result in the sending of additional forces to us.
If so, you will accompany these forces back here. Because speed
is essential, you will each have two extra mounts. Use them
well."

I then proceeded to dictate to Kaylene the dispatches. I
described the actions of Terrence, and informed them that I
intended to take action as soon as possible, and that I intended
to annex the County until such time as a new Count or Countess
was appointed. When Kaylene finished writing the messages, I
signed and sealed them, and sent the riders on their way.

Then I turned to Mystique and Travis. "I intend to declare
Terrence a traitor, and force him to respond to the charge. I
hope he'll make a personal challenge, but I'll settle for his
Champion. If he doesn't except personally, I want his castle
infiltrated, and on the signal his forces decimated and Terrence
brought to me alive. Prepare the proper plans and be ready to
initiate it within three nights."

"Yes, Your Grace," said Mystique.

"Your Grace?" Carlton stood in the doorway to the tent. 

"Yes Carlton?"
"Your Grace, the girl is dieing. Besides the obviously sadistic
assaults, her attacker crushed her ribs in such a manner as to
puncture her lungs, and also inflicted great damage to her liver
and lesser damage to her kidneys. It is obvious that their intent
was a slow death. And I'm sorry to say, we can do nothing to save
her. With your permission, I'd like to end her suffering."

I was about to grant his wish when Iris leaned down and whispered
in my ear. My eyes widened as she spoke, and I motioned Kaylene
and Mystique to join us. The others watched as we huddled
together, unable to hear what we said, but occasionally seeing us
gesture and watching the play of emotions and ideas across our
faces.

"Alright, it's worth a try. Carlton, you and Felix bring Cynthia
in here and lay her on my bed. Bring that alabaster box with
you."

Felix, the surgeon, looked like he wanted to argue, but Carlton
simply touched his arm and led him back out.

Kaylene went to fetch a bowl and several clean cloths, as well as
one of my daggers. Mystique led Travis from the tent and
instructed him to study the blueprints of the castle His Majesty
had supplied.

At last, only Iris, Kaylene, Mystique, Carlton and the surgeon
remained with me in the tent. "Carlton, open the box and show
Felix."

The surgeon looked inside, then looked at me in outrage. "How
could they?"

"It doesn't matter at the moment. I want you to place them back
where they were removed from, though."

"Your Grace, I can't replace them! The damage is beyond my
ability to repair..." Then he swallowed as he realized what I
hoped to accomplish. "Is it possible, Your Grace? Do you think it
will work?"

I gave a small shrug. "I don't know. If it doesn't, she won't be
any worse for our trying. So, if you please?" I indicated the
items within the box.

As Felix carefully placed the items, Kaylene opened my wrist with
the dagger as Mystique held the bowl to collect the blood that
flowed out. When the bowl was full, Kaylene held the wound closed
while it healed. Iris looked to see Felix was finished, then
dipped a cloth in the blood. As Carlton held Cynthia's mouth
open, she let drops of blood flow from the cloth onto the injury.


We knew the blood was having some effect when whimpers of agony
and groans began to emanate from the unconscious child. Iris wet
the cloth again, and washed the girls eyelids with the crimson
liquid. As we watched, the blood was absorbed into the skin and
Iris again bathed the eyes with blood. The whimpers quieted down,
and Cynthia's eyelids began to flutter as if she dreamed.

"OH PLEASE, DADDY!" she suddenly cried out, and her eyes flew
open in terror. She looked at the unfamiliar faces surrounding
her, and tried to sit up. "Who are you? Where is my daddy?
Please, tell daddy I'll be good! I'll always be a good girl!"

It was Kaylene that moved to reassure the child, and offered her
comfort. It was soon evident that we had enjoyed more success
than Iris had dreamed. And we learned that Terrence was even
crueler then we'd known.

First, he'd told the child of her mother's fate, and then as
she'd sobbed her distress, he'd told her what he intended for
her. Finally, he'd watched as his friend Salazar had beaten her.
She'd finally fainted when Salazar had poked his finger into her
eye. That was the last thing she remembered except for pain and
movement.

"I'm sorry Cynthia. Your daddy's daddy has sent us to punish him.
You won't be able to go home to him again."

She thought about what Kaylene had told her. "Will you punish
Salazar, too? He's very mean. All the girls are afraid of him."

When I spoke, she studied me closely. "I think that Salazar needs
to be punished, yes. We'll make sure he can't hurt anyone
again."

She climbed down off my cot and approached me. With her hands on
her hips, she looked me in the eye and demanded: "Who are you?"

With a smile, I stood and bowed deeply to the little girl. "My
name is Alexander Halc'on de Pena."

"I heard my daddy talking about you! He said you were a," here
she used a horribly obscene phrase. "He called you a Duke, too.
What's a Duke?"

When my ears stopped burning at her use of that phrase, I
explained about Dukes and Kings and Counts.

She nodded then yawned largely. By agreement, we let Kaylene
attend to the child, and the rest of slipped out. The sun was
high, so I dashed to the nearest command tent with the rest
following. 

"Alright. Tomorrow at dawn I want our Herald to stand before
Gaiford's gates with me and denounce Terrence as a traitor.
Hopefully, this will outrage him, and he'll offer challenge. But
I think him too cowardly to fight himself, so likely I'll meet
his Champion. That's fine, I don't mind killing his henchmen one
at a time. But I want to know more about this Salazar."

I turned to Mystique. "Can we get to our spies and debrief them
tonight?"

"Aye, Your Grace. But we may have difficulty getting out before
dawn."

"I understand. Talk to them about infiltrating our people the
next few nights. See how many they think we can get installed." 

"Yes, your Grace."

"This ends on the fourth night. Terrence will be in our hands,
and his forces will be compliant or dead. Make sure our people
are well rested, and fully prepared." 

I dismissed my officers, and had one of the servants set up a
doublewide cot in the inner room. Then I took out the bag of my
Garden's gemstones. I reached in and selected one, then sent a
runner to find Felicia, and inform her that she was invited to
join me as I rested.

With a body servant accompanying me, I made my way to the river.
I undressed and bathed quickly, washing the morning's stench of
armor and sweat off, then hurried back to the command tent. When
I got there, Felicia awaited me. 

Felicia was unusual among my Blossoms. She had the same light
brown skin and dark hair of her sisters, but she was unusually
tall, taller even than I. She was also endowed much more
generously then her sisters.

As she followed me deeper into the tent, she unlaced her tunic.
When we reached the waiting bed, she was stripping it off and
unbuckling her leather skirt. As it fell to the floor, I slipped
out of the robe I'd pulled on after my bath, and kicked of my
slippers.

Felicia bent over to unlace her sandals. When she did, I knelt
behind her and spread the cheeks of her bottom apart, and ran my
tongue along the crack of her ass before caressing the tiny
pucker. She moaned with delight. When her sandals were removed,
she bent at the waist and stood with her legs spread widely
apart. As I continued to lick her bottom, she began to play with
her sex, running her fingers up and down her slit and probing
inside herself. 

She fingered herself to her first climax with my tongue exploring
the pink opening of her bottom. Then we moved to the bed and she
lay half across it. I straddled her chest and slid my erect cock
into her mouth. She eagerly sucked on my offering until my climax
was close, then I slid out from between her lips and lay my cock
between her full breasts. As she held them around it, I began to
stroke into the crevice between her breasts, and she would pinch
and tug her nipples to hard erections. I thrust faster within the
soft tunnel, and then let out a groan as my shaft spat its reward
across her chin. Before a second eruption could escape, Felicia
wrapped her lips round the tip of my cock and sucked hungrily,
swallowing the juices that flowed from my loins.

We rested for a while, cuddled on the oversized cot. When I felt
myself beginning to stir, I reached around Felicia and began to
fondle her marvelous bosom. I Grasped and squeezed the large
globes gently, and when her nipple stiffened under my caress, I
would roll and pinch them between my fingertips.

Within moments, I could tell her hand was between her legs and
stroking herself to readiness. Then she rolled onto her back and
groaned, "Take me!"

I lifted her legs up and apart by her knees and drove my shaft
inside her with a single hard deep stroke. She gave a short yelp
then began to grind against the invading staff. I pulled her
closer and began to thrust fast and hard into her. I lifted up a
bit, so my cock would rub against her clit as I moved within her,
and quickly had her nearing her climax. 

When I knew she was on the brink, I pulled her upright so that
she was sitting on my lap, my cock buried fully within her. Then
I struck, slashing into her throat and sending her into a
screaming climax that ripped my own orgasm from the depths of my
groin. Her vagina convulsed around my throbbing cock, milking my
seed from within me even as I drank the life from her throat. 

Slowly we relaxed in each other's arms, and I kissed her injured
throat. A short time later, we slept.

At dusk, one of her sisters came and led Felicia to her own bed,
and another took her place in my bed to make love and feed me
again.

Dawn found me again in my armor, standing before the walls of
Castle Gaiford. Beside me stood a barrel-chested young man in the
bright clothing of a Herald.

"Repeat my words so all will hear." I instructed him. He nodded
obediently.

"I am Alexander Halc'on de Pena, Duke of Warrington, and envoy of
His Royal Majesty Garrett V. His Majesty instructed Your Count,
Terrence, to present to me his daughter and Heir."

"I hereby declare Terrence Traitor to the Crown and Coward for
the brutal torture of his daughter and her abandonment upon this
field. I demand Terrence stand before me and answer these
Charges."

The walls of the castle were lined with soldiers, and my words
were causing consternation and dismay among the assembled troops.
I'd planned on this, as well. Terrence was going to have to offer
some response to maintain discipline, and I wasn't disappointed.


I was looking up when he arrived with his own Herald.

"I call you Liar, Alexander. My beloved Daughter was healthy and
unharmed when I turned her over to you, as commanded by Our King.
If she is now injured, it was by your doing. For your actions
against my Family, I demand satisfaction, and send forth my
Champion to procure Justice and Vengeance. Behold Salazar, my
Champion and your death!"

The gates opened and a knight rode out and charged at me.By
rights, I should have been given opportunity to mount my own
steed, and meet Terrence's champion as an equal. Instead, I had
time to draw my sword and send my Herald off to safety before the
big gelding struck me and threw me to the ground.

As Salazar turned for another pass, I stood up and readied
myself. First business was to put us on equal footing. I didn't
think I'd be allowed to mount my own courser, so I'd have to
unseat Salazar. On the next pass, I ducked under the smashing
blow of his mace, and slashed into his mount's haunch, opening a
deep and bloody wound.

Two more passes earned me a deep dent in the shoulder of my
armor, and Salazar a horse that was barely able to remain
upright. He knew it, though, and rode it to the end of the field
before dismounting. Then we charged each other and met with the
ringing tones of blade against blade.

The battle was surprisingly balanced. We each took wounds and
injuries, but finally, I swung a blow that knocked his helm off
and stunned him momentarily. I was approaching to demand that he
yield when he looked up with a beastly snarl. 

I took a step back as he stood, and gripped the seams of his
cuirass. I watched in shock as it split apart and he dropped it
to the ground, followed by his leggings. He glared at me with
animal-like eyes, then let loose a screaming howl, and began to
change form before my eyes.

Within moments, he was in the most dangerous form of his kind,
upright like a man, but armed with fang and claw. He leapt and
knocked me to the ground, trying to find a weak point in my
armor. In the end, he managed to pull my helm free.

When he tossed it aside, I was able to force him upright. And
four silver-tipped crossbow bolts exploded his skull like a
melon. I pushed the corpse off before it could collapse upon me,
and stood with difficulty.

"Behold, People of Gaiford! Your Count's Champion is defeated
after showing itself to be a spawn of the Abyss, and proving your
Lord false! Support not this master of Deceit! His fall is on the
horizon, and his henchmen will fall with him!"

Then I turned my back on Terrence and walked back to my forces,
praying to the goddess that none of Terrence's men took a shot
with their own bows.






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