## Archive-name: blood_lust3

From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado)

Subject: Blood Lust- Chp. 3 By PJ

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Blood Lust by PJ Warning. Adult material.

Chapter 3

Gwena Starblade, Queen of Helgor, stood before an open window and watched the legions under her command prepare to march south. The one-time Kai apprentice was dressed in form-fitting, black platemail armor, with a long, black cloak, high-heeled, black boots, and a leather choke collar around her slim, white neck. The Ring of Power rested on a finger of her right hand, glowing with a warm, golden light. Gwena's long, blonde hair was tied in a pony-tail that hung down her back, exposing her delicate, pointed ears. The Elf maiden's crisp, blue eyes observed the hundreds of thousands of Giaks and Helghasts dispassionately, they were merely pawns to be used in the grand game of global dominion. Abydos, an undead Helghast Lord, strode quietly into the cold, stone chamber and knelt respectfully behind Gwena, awaiting her notice patiently.

"Are the legions ready to march?" asked Gwena softly.

"Yes, mistress. We await your command," hissed the Undead Lord.

"Is my dragon steed prepared?" asked the Elf woman.

"Yes, Holocaust is saddled and impatient to fly," replied Abydos.

"I mustn't keep him waiting," smiled Gwena coldly as she turned away from the window and walked purposefully towards the room's exit.

"What is your strategy, mistress?" asked Abydos curiously. "The commanders will want to know."

"We'll march south, taking Rhem and Duadon within the month. I hope to reach and conquer Mogaruith within two months," said Gwena with lust in her blue eyes.

"An ambitious timetable," remarked Abydos. "I hope that the troops can fulfill it."

"If they don't, I'll personally rip the cocks off every one of my commanders. Maybe their replacements will serve me better."

"I'll be sure to let the legion officers know your discipline policy," replied the Helghast Lord with a smirk.

"You do that," said Gwena before she opened the door to the tower top where her dragon mount awaited her.

Dawn emerged slowly over the riverbank where Mara and Capt. Kruger made camp. The muscled fighter adjusted his chainmail vest and leg plates, then finger-combed his short, brown hair before fastening on his swordbelt. Tugging on worn, black, leather gloves, Kruger replaced his saddlebags on his horse's saddle, then turned to watch Mara put on her red robe and gather her own belongings.

Still sore from Kruger's rape, Mara was pale and red-eyed from crying. She slowly crawled into her saddle, then followed the warrior without a word as he turned his steed southwest and began galloping. The two travellers rode steadily all morning and afternoon, stopping only long enough to rest the horses and relieve themselves. As night began to cloud the sky, the two adventurers reached the port city of Darke. Passing through the city's tall northern gates, Mara and Kruger rode into crowd-choked streets, searching carefully until they found an inn near the harbor. Dismounting in a nearby stable, Kruger paid a stablegirl to feed and groom the horses, then led the way to the inn itself, which was just beginning to gather the evening's crowd of sailors, dockworkers, and merchants. The two travellers took a small table on the north wall, then ate an inexpensive meal of chicken, bread, and cold ale. After eating, Kruger nursed a mug of ale while watching the serving girls move among the tables taking orders and dodging grasping hands. The rough warrior lowered his right hand under the table and rubbed Mara's left leg, caressing her limb slowly through her robe.

"Ready for another night of loving?" asked Kruger with a cruel grin.

"Not just yet, Captain," replied Mara nervously as she rose from her chair and began walking towards the exit.

"Be careful, it's dangerous out there," warned Kruger with a gap-toothed smile before he resumed oogling the serving wenches.

Mara closed the wooden door after her, then inhaled the rich, clean air of the bay, clearing her mind of pain and the fear of facing Kruger again. Watching the stars across the clear night sky, Mara left the inn's dimly-lit courtyard and began walking south, towards the harbor. Ignoring the alleys that she passed, Mara was completely surprised when two large hands grabbed and pulled her into the stygian depths of a garbage-choked alley. The slim girl was slammed painfully into one of the alley's walls, making her vision blur. Four big men dressed in sailor's garb surrounded Mara, leering at her with wild, drunken eyes.

"The little girl wasn't watching her step," chortled a short sailor with a hoop earring in his left ear. "What's say we help the girlie out?"

"Let's check her for clues," suggested another, tall sailor before he ripped off Mara's robe, revealing her naked body to all of the horny men. The sailors drooled with lust as they gazed at her full, round breasts, flat stomach, and inviting, red-bushed pussy. A shirtless, hairy-chested sailor pressed his body against Mara's nakedness, rubbing her tits with his chest as he groped her shapely ass and tongued her mouth with his wine-soaked probe and lips. Mara tried to scream for help, but the hairy sailor slapped her hard across the face, then punched her in the stomach so hard that her legs buckled. He grabbed a handful of her long, red hair, then kissed her hotly on her red lips, exploring her throat with his coarse tongue.

"C'mon, quit hoarding the bitch!" complained the short sailor. "I want some pussy too!"

"Don't blow your load," retorted the hairy guy before he leaned down to suck deeply on Mara's tits, biting her pink nipples into hardness, then licking them wetly.

The tall sailor grabbed Mara by the left arm, then pulled her away from the wall and the hairy guy. The naked girl was pushed onto the slime and sewage-covered ground, then spread-eagled, with one sailor keeping her wrists down while another spread her slim legs part and kept them firmly restrained. The hairy-chested sailor knelt inbetween Mara's shapely legs, fingering her warm pussy with his hands before he leaned down to lick her cunt with his drooling tongue. Mara groaned softly as the sailor licked her snatch, probing inside her fuckhole with his long tongue. The short sailor knelt near her head, caressing her long hair and soft cheeks before releasing his erect cock and rubbing it across her face. The helpless girl tried to keep her mouth away from the sailor's tool, but he clasped both of his hands on her head on forced her to stay still so he could place his rod against her soft, wet lips. Moaning with fear and loathing, Mara could do nothing as the short sailor pushed his hard cock into her mouth, probing deeply inside of her throat until she started gagging. Grunting with pleasure, the short sailor began fucking the naked girl's mouth, moving his member in and out of her oriface while her lips caressed his slick meat.

The man holding her arms down began sucking on her heaving breasts, filling his mouth with her sweet flesh, then licking up the valley between her soft mounds. The sailor sucking Mara's pussy buried his face in her crotch, probing her tight honeybox until it grew wet and dripping with arousal. Sitting back, the hairy sailor untied his pants, allowing his engorged cock to fall free. Rubbing it briefly against Mara's warm slit, the sailor inserted his pole into the prone girl's clenching pussy, thrusting his tool deeply into her belly. Mara moaned softly with the short man's cock in her mouth, her lips fastened tightly upon his penis as he rammed it in and out of her small throat. The sailor sucking on her tits moved from one to another, biting her sweet nipples, then licking the sweat glistening off of her white, smooth flesh.

The tall sailor moved forward, pushing the other men away from the panting Mara so he could turn her over onto her hands and knees. Taking the hairy man's place, the tall sailor freed his own hard-on, then squeezed Mara's upraised ass with both hands. He slapped the naked girl's ass loudly until it grew beet-red, enjoying Mara's yelps of pain. Placing his cock against Mara's quivering labia, the tall sailor pushed into the naked girl, filling her cunt with his meat pole until it pressed deeply into her womb. Mara groaned loudly until the short sailor returned his cock to her mouth, making her suck deeply on his member while he caressed and pulled her red hair. The hairy man caressed Mara's anus with his slick tool, then pushed into her asshole, filling her small opening with his meat. The naked girl moaned loudly as she was violated painfully, her breasts bobbing in time to the men fucking her pussy and probing her mouth. The last sailor slid under her firm stomach, licking her pale flesh, then sucking loudly on her dangling, full breasts. Mara closed her eyes, tears dripping down her drawn cheeks as she sucked deeply on the short man's cock, wrapping her warm, red lips around his tool until he groaned with pleasure and cummed across her face and hair. Both men fucking her pussy and asshole came together, spurting hot cream across her ass and naked back. The man sucking Mara's tits untied his pants, then moved his crotch so that it was under the naked girl's cum-dripping mouth.
The short sailor forced Mara's head down onto the prone man's pole, making her lick and suck on his meat until he shot his load into her open mouth, then making her lick the moaning man's cock clean of jism.

The four men retied their breeches, standing up to gaze coldly at the naked girl on the filth-encrusted ground.

"Want to take her back to the ship? She'd make a great fucktoy for the crew," suggested the tall sailor.

"Nah. Let's sell her to a slaver. She'd bring in five hundred gold crowns, easy," said the short man.

"Let's give her to the clerics of Naar. I like watching their blood sacrifices," snarled the hairy sailor.

Before the last sailor could make a remark, a swordtip appeared from his stomach. Gurgling on his own blood, the man fell, revealing Kruger standing at the mouth of the alleyway. Too surprised to draw their knives, the remaining three sailors stood frozen while Kruger charged them, swinging his blade in a wide arch that cut off the hairy sailor's head. Shouting in anger, the last two sailors drew their curved knives, slashing visciously at the enraged warrior. Kruger dodged their unskilled attacks, then stabbed the tall sailor quickly in the throat. As the dying man fell clutching his spurting neck, Kruger raised his sword with both hands, then chopped down, slicing the short sailor open from collarbone to crotch. Panting for breath, Kruger wiped his blade clean on the short sailor's leather vest, then turned to gaze at Mara, who lay in a pool of blood, cum, and excrement.

"A night with me isn't so bad anymore, is it wench?" asked Kruger sarcastically before he bent down to pick up Mara, then proceeded to carry her slim, filth-covered body to the inn for a bath and some rest.

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