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Chapter 16: Cleaning House

It was ten days after we announced the formation of our
band, and the selection of my personal guards. It had taken
us seven days of thorough interviews, mock battles and
drills to select the officers and leaders. In the end, we
divided the women into four bands, each band consisting of
five squads of ten, each squad with a squad-leader, and each
band led by a Lieutenant. I chose to act as chieftain. The
days had been full.

The last seven nights had been equally full for me. My
personal guard in the end consisted of twenty women. Twenty
women that had shared my bed. Actually, twenty-one had
shared my bed.

It was the fourth night of interviews, and the third hour
after the new day. Her name was Zithia. She was one of the
few women that had been officers in any of the bands, and
the only one that had shown interest in personal service.
She came into my bedchamber dressed in a red silk blouse and
leather trousers, her short sword hanging at her hip. She
had long, lustrous black locks, and very pale skin. Her
blouse was tailored to be quite tight, and her nipples
thrust out from the material in challenge.

She unbuckled her belt and laid the sword alongside the bed
as every other applicant had. Then she stripped before I
could offer to assist. I looked her over, and was shocked to
find her pubes as naked as a newborn child. I was even more
shocked when she lay back on the bed, spread her legs wide
and proceeded to masturbate herself to orgasm. When she'd
recovered, she turned over and knelt in the middle of the
bed, and then in a voice of command, she told me, "Come fuck
me, you bastard. Fuck me in the ass. Let me see if you're
any good."

I'd never taken a woman in this manner. I know I'd implied
differently about the women of Dianisia, but the truth was
they had made love like every other woman I'd met. But
Zithia's words and the idea made me swiftly erect, and I
stripped off my robe. I crawled up on the bed behind her.
She reached behind and spread the cheeks of her bottom
apart, exposing the puckered hole to my inspection. I played
with it for a moment before putting the tip of my finger
inside her. She sighed softly, but I found her dry and
tight. I knew if I took her as she demanded now, it would be
painful, even if not for her, then for me.

So, I began to stroke her pussy, coating my fingers with her
post-orgasmic juices. I rubbed these against her asshole,
then slid my fingers inside her again. I did this half dozen
times, making her passage slippery and causing her to moan
with anticipation. Then I slid my cock into her pussy, and
gave her a dozen hard deep strokes, making her squeal in
outrage until I pulled my well lubricated cock out and set
the tip against her ass.

I slowly pressed the tip of my cock into her, stopping when
the head was lodged inside.

"Fuck my ass, you bastard! Drive that branch up there and
stuff me!" As she was speaking, she was pressing against me,
trying to push me deeper.

I reached around her and gripped her breasts in both my
hands. I prefer to make love gently. Zithia obviously
didn't. I grabbed her breasts and dug my fingers into them,
and used them for leverage as I drove myself completely
inside her. She howled, a sound not of pain or rage, but of
animal joy. The sensation on my cock was indescribable.

She held herself upright with one hand and reached between
her legs with the other. I could actually hear her fingers
thrusting into her pussy. Then she pushed back, and drove me
onto my back. In this position, she used her legs to piston
herself on the staff buried in her bottom, and used both of
her hands on her pussy and clit.

When I knew she was near, her screams and groans filling my
ears and her hands frantically stroking and thrusting, I
pulled her backwards and down. When her ass pressed against
my pubes and her back pressed to my chest, I pressed my lips
to her throat and slid my fangs into her flesh.

As she felt my strike, her ass clamped on my cock as I
poured my seed into her, and I could almost feel her driving
her fingers into her slit as she screamed out in complete
bliss.

She slowly crawled off me, and knelt on the bed beside me. I
had never seen a woman look the way she did. I could see the
juices dripping from her slit, and my seed running down the
back of her leg. She bent over and kissed me hard on the
lips. It was the only kiss we shared. "God of Hell, you are
a good fuck. I'm almost sorry it has to end this way."

Then she reached for her sword and drove it into my throat.
I gagged as the blade sliced through flesh and blood
vessels. It was only my unnatural speed that saved me, as
the blade missed my spinal cord. But I could feel existence
ebbing away. Then I struck out at her, knocking the blade
from her grip and across the room. Then I wrapped my arms
around her, pinning her against me. She struggled to escape,
but I knew instinctually I had one chance to survive.

I pulled her down and tore her throat apart. At first, I had
trouble swallowing, the sword having slashed my esophagus,
but the blood that ran down the ruined passage mended it,
and soon I was drinking deeply.

She struggled madly against me, but her blood strengthened
me even as its loss weakened her. And then the blood became
sweeter, richer, more powerful. It was like the finest wine,
or the rarest whiskey. I'd never tasted anything like it. It
was addictive, and I knew that forever more, I would have to
fear that addiction. And in my mind, I realized it was
heartblood, and I'd killed a lover for the first time.

I finally laid her body back on the bed, and moved to the
basin to wash my self. The wound in my throat still gaped
slightly, but I could see it shrinking as I watched. But the
blood had run down my chest and pretty well covered my right
side. I moved instead to the bath, and was stepping in when
the door opened, and Nalita slipped inside, shutting the
door behind her.

She looked at the body lying on the bed, then moved to me.
She said not a word, but lifted my head and inspected the
wound. "You were fortunate. If she'd chopped instead of
thrusting, you'd likely be gone." Then she stripped and
helped me into the tub with her. She washed the blood from
my torso as she waited for the slash to finish healing. "Did
she give you some reason for the attack?"

"No. She sort of apologized, in a way, before she struck.
She said I was a good fuck, and was almost sorry it had to
end this way. Then she stabbed me."

Apparently satisfied she could wash my throat painlessly,
Nalita cleaned the rest of the gore from my skin. "So, she
planned to kill you, probably from the moment we announced
we were employing all of the women. Or do you think she was
sent with that intent to begin with?"

"I don't think it matters, truthfully. Obviously at least
one chieftain suspects our intent. Not that it changes
anything. My only regret is the possibility the chieftains
will abandon their soldiers and flee before we strike."

I looked back at the body on the bed. "Have you ever done
that, besides granting the Gift? Have you ever killed your
kine?"

"Yes, though I try not to. The temptation to free the Beast
is too great when we take heartblood. It's a horrible
addiction, love, and one painfully difficult to control."

"What shall I do with her? I can't let anyone find her this
way, and I don't want Kiro to see what I am capable of." We
got out of the pink tinged water and dried each other.

"Wrap her in the bedclothes, and put her in the wardrobe for
now. I'll have Angeline take care of it while everyone is in
the tent. And if anyone asks, which is unlikely, we'll tell
them she decided to return to her band."

As it happened, no one did ask.

Now it was six nights later, and the bands that I had
collectively christened the "Warriors of the Green" were
waiting, in full regalia, for their first actions. I stood
before them, the selected warriors that would become known
as My Garden arrayed around me.

"Tonight, we begin taking back the honor that your former
warlords deprived you of. Your instructions are simple. We
will enter the camp of the Shinta Savagers tonight and kill
every warrior, and anyone who raises a weapon against us.
Those who were former members of the Savagers, I want the
chieftain and his senior officers alive, if at all possible.
Any non-combatant that surrenders will be bound until the
battle is over, then freed after at least two former
Savagers confirms them to be bona fide."

We moved out shortly after this. The trek to the camp of the
Savagers wasn't far; they had turned out to be a lazy bunch,
with little interest in any kind of effort. It turned out
they were stupidly trusting, as well. A simple flirtation
with the guards lured them to a silent death. In fact, it
was a silent slaughter until someone missed a stroke and the
victim's death cry rang out. Even then, it wasn't much of a
battle. My Garden stood in loose formation around me, but
few of the enemy wandered near, and those that did were cut
down swiftly.

In less than two hours, the slaughter was done. The warlord
and his two lieutenants knelt before me, and the half dozen
of my force who were injured were being cared for.

I hopped easily off the boulder I had observed from and
approached the first lieutenant. I pulled him easily to his
feet, then off them. "Behold, Warriors of the Green! Behold
the fate of those who betray thy trust, and abuse their duty
to you!"

When I felt all eyes upon me, I let both sets of fangs
unsheathe. There were a few gasps from my assembled
warriors, but none moved. Then I pulled the unfortunate man
against me and ravaged his throat before tossing him away to
choke on his own blood. I was turning to the second
lieutenant when one of my Garden called warning, and a
quickly raised shield deflected the javelin aimed at my
back.

I turned to see who had made the attack, and saw a scuffle
among the middle ranks. The scuffle ended when the attacker
was clubbed into unconsciousness. "Bind her for now. I would
speak to her before deciding her fate."

Then I turned back to the second man. The terror in his eyes
was strangely gratifying, as I lifted him as easily as his
comrade. I snapped his neck as if he were a kitten. Then I
knelt in front of the warlord.

"You will tell me, very quickly, where you have hidden the
gold I've been paying, where you have your extra weapons and
equipment stored, and any other information I desire. If you
deal honestly with me, your death will be easy and nearly
painless. Lie to me, and I'll give you to these two
centuries of warriors to avenge themselves upon you."

I wasn't surprised that he was completely honest. Although
he hadn't been the worst of the chieftains, I knew he was
thoroughly hated by his former personnel. And when one of my
Garden thrust a stiletto through his ribs, he did die
quickly.

After sorting the captives into work crews, we stripped the
camp. I was quite pleased to find the dead man was cheap
with his labor, but a connoisseur when it came to his
equipment. He'd also had a most extensive collection of
gemstones, and several bags of the gold I'd been overpaying
him for the last five years.

We made our way back to Nasai. Nasai had shrunk a fair bit
since the plague. We had converted a large neighborhood of
empty estates into the orphanage, and were turning the
surrounding buildings and homes into a fortress and housing
for the Warriors. Nalita's home was near the orphanage, and
we were now in the process of walling off several of the
estate that had adjoined mine into a single estate for my
Garden and myself. We met there to discuss the night's
events.

Let me take a moment to introduce some more of my
Garden. The first were Talia, Kirish, and Alaysia. Seraphina
came the next night, with her black pageboy cut hair, dark
eyes, and crossbow. Then Calista, with her shoulder length
light brown locks, eyes of hazel, and a pair of scimitars.
Jeanvieve, with her runaway mane, green eyes, and falchion.
The following night, Red haired Kayla and her battle-axe,
haughty dark haired Beryl and her short sword and Daniella
of the soft lips and the vicious mace. Gabriell, whose soft
curls framed her oval face, and whose skill with the bow was
astounding. Lysbeth, the gypsy girl with the hidden daggers,
and Hycinth, the only islander that chose to join my Garden,
but would soon come to epitomize the Warrior's of the Green.

After discussing the night, and what should have been done,
the discussion turned to my attacker. All agreed that my
revelation was necessary, and we decided to keep a careful
watch for those who might desert, rather than acting openly.
Such deserters would need to be captured, not for
punishment, but to modify their memories. So I sent for the
thrower of the javelin.

She began to struggle against her captors when she saw me,
then turned frantic when I approached. They held her firmly
and I took her chin my hand. "Why did you attack, miss? Do I
terrify you that much, that you would slay me out of hand?"

"No, I attacked because you are a creature of evil, a
creature that must be destroyed."

"Evil, by whose measure? I give care to the orphans that
wander among you. I offer your sisters a place to hone their
skills, and take vengeance against those who have injured
them. And you call me evil, for showing you the truth of
what I am. So be it. In my evilness, I am going to free you.
But for my protection, you shall forget what you learned of
me tonight. And since I am evil, I shall give you passage
back to your homeland, rather than simply loosing you
outside the safety of our walls."

"Take her to my study. I'll be a long shortly."


The next night, we struck again, and another camp of
mercenaries was removed from our lands. Again, I displayed
my nature, but this time there were no overt attacks, and
the deserters we watched for did not appear. But that night,
one of the officers told of what she'd observed. And asked
Hycinth bluntly if she could teach other's what the officer
had seen.

Hycinth was reluctant, but at last agreed to teach a handful
the stealth and expertise the officer had seen. The stealth
that would become the hallmark of the Warriors for the next
eight hundred years.



One of the problems with having a harem, or garden, was
choosing one partner out of twenty. The gems that I had
collected from the first warlord had given me an idea,
though. I took twenty of the stones, all unique in color,
shape and cut, and placed them in a wide-mouthed bag. Then
each woman chose one to be her token. I then had them all
place them back in the bag, and drew one.

Thalysia was the first winner of the new lottery. She was a
small brunette, with shoulder length hair and grey eyes.
She entered my chambers shortly before the new day, and
stopped in the doorway. I approached her with a reassuring
smile, and she offered a shy grin in response. I took her
hand and drew her deeper into the room, then stepped back to
admire her. I saw her blush at my appraisal, then she gave a
slow pirouette and another grin.

I stepped close and took her into my arms and kissed her
softly. Her responding kiss was equally soft to start, then
became hungrier. She pressed her mouth against mine and slid
her tongue between my lips. As our tongues stroked and
danced, her hands were busy stripping my shirt off, and then
fumbling with the laces of my breeches. She finally let go
of my mouth and sank to her knees, unlacing me quickly and
dragging them off my hips as well as my under-garment. She
reached up and ran her fingers along my shaft and giggled as
it gave a twitch.

"I've never done this, m'Lord. Would it be all right if I
suck on it? Some of the others say it is very enjoyable."

"I'll show you something even better, Thalysia. But first
stand up, and let me undress you." She stood obediently, and
turned away so I could unlace the back of her top. I slid it
off and then reached around her and cupped her tiny breasts
while I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs. The little nubs
quickly stiffened and stood upright as she sighed in
pleasure.

I unbuckled her leather skirt, and smiled as it fell to the
floor. She wore no undergarments tonight. Then I took her
hand and led her to the bed. I lay down in the middle
of the bed, and pulled her to me and kissed her for a few
moments. "Now, turn around, and scoot down just a bit. No,
stay on me, Thaly."

She looked at me curiously, then turned over and scooted
down. She thought she understood what I intended as she
leaned down and kissed my penis. But as she began to lick
it, I spread her legs apart and began to kiss the insides of
her thighs. And as she took me into her mouth, I ran my
tongue between the lips of her pussy.

We pleasured each other for a long time. Her first orgasm
was painful for me, when she accidentally bit me, but that
was the only drawback. She came twice more before I
cautioned her. "Thaly, I'm very close, perhaps you'd rather
use your hands now?"

Her response was to suck more firmly upon my cock, flicking
her tongue around it caressingly. At last, I could hold back
no longer, and sprayed my seed against her throat. As she
eagerly swallowed, I slid my fangs into her thigh. As she
gave a muffled shriek, I watched in amazement as the lips of
her pussy fluttered and then spread open before my eyes. As
I drank, I could see her nectar ooze from within her sex and
coat her outer lips. At last, I sealed the wounds I'd
opened, then enjoyed myself cleaning up her slit.


The final battle came one week after the first. The fighting
was fierce and bloody, and for the first time, I had deaths
among my forces, and serious injuries within my Garden. In
fact, if not for my Gift, the Flowers who were injured would
have died as well. But at last, the fight was done, and the
warlord stood before me.

"Tell me why," he demanded. "If you were done with us, why
didn't you just tell us, and have us gone?"

"Several reasons, honestly." I replied. "First, it gives the
women closure for the abuse they had endured before. Second,
it gave us a chance to see the coordination we'd achieved,
and the areas that were still wanting. Third, it gives us
much needed equipment and supplies that we take as plunder,
as well as labor in the form of your servants and followers.
And fourth, it swells my coffers by looting you and yours."

"And lastly, with you dead, I don't have to worry about you
returning with a new employer. Await me in hell, Sirrah."
With those words, Alaysia swung the heavy two-hand sword she
carried, and the warlord's head leapt from his shoulders and
thudded to the ground before his corpse collapsed.
