Sellsword 6 – The Dragon Lord

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With the Dragon Dancers and their mother slain, Garth, Jarveena and Hawk rode slowly back to Kaladur. Little was said among them as they traveled – each was deep in their own thoughts.

“Grieve not, Jarveena.” The words entered Jarveena’s mind, as clear as if they had been spoken. “I will be with you as long as you carry the dagger.”

“Quinn!” Jarveena said, her voice soft but hopeful. She looked about and was relieved that neither of her companions had heard her. “We will never know what could have been, Jarveena, but you must always remember what was.”

Vivid images swept before her mind's eye, images of Quinn thrusting into her with a wild, almost savage, abandon. Sex magic he had called it – and it was truly magical. “Yes,” she said to herself, “I will always remember.”

Garth slowed to allow Jarveena to get beside him. “We’re going to have to do something about this Dragon Lord. You know that don’t you?” he asked.

“We’ll need more strength than we have now though,” Jarveena responded. “Even with the sword and the bow, we’re but three - and none of us with any magical abilities.”

They reached the Longsword Inn by dusk of the third day. After food and ale, the companions retired to their rooms.

“You’re in love with Quinn aren’t you?” Garth asked quietly as he pulled his boots off.

“I don’t know,” Jarveena replied, slowly unlacing her shirt. “He affected me, when we were together it was magical. Sex with him was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.”

“Well,” Garth said, “with his essence caught in that dagger. . . “ his voice trailed off.

Jarveena stood before him, her feet apart, her shirt undone and her fists upon her hips. “Look at me, you big ox!” she demanded. Garth looked up.

“I’m your woman, you stubborn mule! I’ve been your woman since the day you took me from the Duke’s household, and I’ll be your woman until you send me away, or I die.” Her beautiful face was flushed and her proud breasts heaved.

Garth’s face took on a sheepish look.

“You big ox,” Jarveena said, tenderly. She knelt before him and placed her palms on his hard, muscular thighs. “You and I are two of a kind,” her voice was soft and gentle. “I’m as promiscuous as an Elvish queen, and you’d fuck a rock pile is there was a female snake under it.”

Garth couldn’t help but grin, “’T’would have to be a comely snake though.”

“When all is said and done,” Jarveena said softly, “we come back to each other, because that’s where we both belong.” Her nimble fingers began loosening Garth’s breeches. “Now let me show you how I feel about you.”

Garth sighed as Jarveena freed his rapidly swelling cock and gently caressed it.

She leaned forward and exhaled on Garth’s cock head - drawing a deep groan from his throat. Jarveena formed her soft, moist lips into an “O” and lowered them to the waiting head of Garth’s now fully erect cock. Garth thrust his hips forward as he felt Jarveena’s mouth suck him inside, her tongue pressing the large vein as her lips nibbled their way down his raging shaft, until the head was lodged at the top of Jarveena’s throat. Gently fondling Garth’s hairy balls, Jarveena swallowed his cock head. Garth reacted with a groan of pure animal lust as he grabbed Jarveena’s hair and began thrusting his cock in and out of her willing mouth. As Garth fucked her mouth, Jarveena struggled to push her tights down her legs and kick them off. She then pulled Garth’s breeches down and returned to fondling and caressing his, quickly filling, balls. She pulled her head back, releasing Garth’s cock. “Fuck me, Garth, fuck me,” she pleaded, raising up and straddling his lap.

Her cunt was poised above Garth’s dark cock head, her wet lips moving back and forth, wetting the swollen knob as she reached down and tightly gripped the pulsating shaft. With a loud moan, Jarveena impaled herself on Garth’s cock, feeling the rigid tower of meat stretch her cunt as it slid deep inside her.

Garth threw back his head and groaned as he felt Jarveena’s cunt lips swell and tighten around him.

Their bodies moved in unison, each meeting the others motion, giving, taking, thrusting, yielding.

Jarveena lowered her mouth to Garth’s and they kissed with a blazing passion as their desire blazed within them.

The warrior’s big hands came up and began kneading Jarveena’s firm, warm breasts. His thumbs teasing her already erect nipples. Jarveena leaned forward and pushed Garth back, flat on the bed. Her thighs clutched his torso as she moved up and down his raging cock. Garth reached down and grabbed Jarveena’s ass cheeks, squeezing them as he directed the tempo of their movement. Animal grunts escaped his throat as Garth thrust his cock deep into Jarveena’s hungry cunt - harder and faster with each stroke.

The wet sounds of fucking and moans of ecstasy filled the small room as Garth and Jarveena rapidly approached their peak. Jarveena’s swollen cunt lips gripped Garth’s rampaging cock. Garth’s balls filled and ached for release, his powerful hands squeezing and kneading Jarveena’s quivering ass cheeks. Throwing her head from side to side, Jarveena’s long hair whipped over Garth’s chest. She could feel herself tumbling over the peak, her hot juices washing over Garth’s pounding cock.

With a roar, Garth thrust himself deep inside Jarveena’s spasming cunt. He could feel his cock pulsating as his balls emptied into his throbbing shaft. His seed erupted into Jarveena’s cunt - hot and thick - filling, then flooding Jarveena’s hungry pussy, until their fluids joined and flowed from her cunt to pool on Garth’s belly. Their orgasms continued, wave after incredible wave of ecstasy washing over and through their sweat drenched bodies. Muscles coiling and relaxing, nerve endings a-tingle they came and came. Jarveena ground her cunt over Garth’s erupting cock. Her eager pussy milking every pearly drop from him, until he was spent and his cock slowly began to deflate.

“Does that show you how I feel toward you, you oaf?” Jarveena whispered, slipping down Garth’s legs to, once more, kneel on the floor. She lowered her lips to the puddle of thick nectar that had poured from her cunt and began to lick it up, savoring each and every drop. Garth lifted Jarveena onto the bed and pressed his mouth to hers.

Their kiss was one of passion and satisfied desire. Garth could taste their juices on her lips and tongue as their mouths slid together, lips parted, tongues playing and dancing. When, at last, they broke their kiss, the two lovers lay there, letting their breathing return to normal.

Jarveena spoke first, “Do you understand now, Garth. I’ll always be your woman, as you’re my man.”

The sellsword looked into his woman’s eyes, seeing in them the depth of her feeling for him. “I understand,” he said softly. The next morning, as Garth and Jarveena sat with Hawk, the topic of conversation was the Dragon Lord and what, if anything, they would do about him.

“I’m loath to meddle in the affairs of dragons,” Hawk said, “Elf flesh is particularly tasty to their kind.”

“If Iraekiira was the only one that knew the whereabouts of the gate, then there will be no need for us to intervene,” Garth commented. Jarveena shook her head. “Quinn knew where it is, as did Sheldon, the mage. If there were three, there will be others.” Her jaw was firm. “We must do something to prevent his return to this plane.” “There are but three of us,” Hawk reminded her. “And none of us a mage.” As Hawk said this, two people entered the inn. The man was huge, bigger even than Garth. He was clad in chainmail and wore the look of a northerner. His companion was much smaller and slender, clad in a concealing cloak and cowl. They approached the bar and spoke in hushed tones to the innkeeper.

The innkeeper, sweeping some gold coins from the bar, inclined his head toward the table where sat Garth, Jarveena and Hawk. “This may be trouble,” Hawk whispered, dropping his hand to his sword hilt. Garth, his hand resting on Soulcatcher’s hilt, watched the newcomers very carefully.

“The small one is a woman,” Jarveena observed, whispering in Garth’s ear. “We understand you are acquainted with Sheldon of Tarsk,” the blond northman said – more a statement than a question. “We know something of him,” Garth responded in a hard, level voice, “not that it’s any of your affair.”

“Mercenary DOG!” the big man shouted, starting to draw his sword. “Do you know who you’re insulting?”

Garth had been waiting for that move – with a mighty push of his legs, he sent the heavy oak table slamming into the northman’s legs, putting him off balance for just long enough. Garth drew Soulcatcher, and leaped to his feet.

To Garth’s left, Hawk was on his feet, sword drawn and leveled. To Garth’s right, Jarveena was drawing the Hart Bow, the arrowhead pointed at the strangers chest.

“It would be my guess that I’m insulting a dead man.” Garth said, a hard edge to his voice.

“’Tis three against me,” the northman said, his grip still firm on his sword. “Is your courage that of numbers?”

Garth smiled, recognizing courage when he saw it. “Were it but you and I, it would still be an unfair fight. Look at the blade of my sword.” The northman looked at the pulsing, black blade of Soulcatcher, he heard it’s hungry moan and knew at once that this was a brand of mighty enchantment. He let his own sword slip back into its scabbard. “Please forgive my bodyguard,” the cloaked stranger spoke. The voice was soft and decidedly female. “He is, at times, overly protective.” The stranger pushed back her cowl to reveal a face of striking beauty. Chestnut hair framed a fair complexioned face. Gray eyes shone above a straight nose, her voice came from softly ruby lips. “I am Moira, daughter of Sheldon, this is Wulf, my bodyguard. What do you know of my father?”

Garth motioned for the pair to be seated and ordered mead for them before telling Moira what he knew.

“I fear your father is dead, Moira. An Orcish raiding party attacked and destroyed his caravan – there were no survivors.” When Moira had regained her composure, she looked at Garth through tear clouded eyes, “Do you know anything of his purpose, his reason for being in that caravan?”

Jarveena responded, “He was to meet and join forces with the Druid, Quinn.

It was their joint purpose to prevent the return of the Dragon Lord.” Jarveena took a deep breath, “Quinn, too, was killed. Those who sought the return of the Dragon Lord were also slain, by Quinn and Garth.” Jarveena went on to relate what transpired during the encounter with the sorceress Iraekiira and her daughters.

“What became of my father’s scroll?” Moira asked. “Quinn gave it over to me for safekeeping,” Jarveena replied, not noticing Garth’s look of caution that she may be telling too much. Moira exchanged looks with her bodyguard.

“Would it be possible for me to see it?” the wizards daughter asked, her voice almost pleading.

Garth nodded his agreement to Jarveena.

“I’ll bring it to you,” Jarveena rose from the table. “Please, wait here.” In a few minutes, Jarveena returned with the scroll. “Quinn cautioned me not to read these runes,” she said, placing the bound scroll on the table. Moira’s hands trembled as she slipped the leather binding from the parchment and slowly unrolled it. Her eyes grew wide when she recognized her father’s hand. “This is the scroll he told me of, the scroll that will damn the Dragon Lord for all time.” She rolled the parchment back up and retied the leather band. “Since Quinn entrusted this to you, you should keep it - at least for the time being.”

High in the Kaladur Pass, a magical gate vibrated. Deep in the Realm of the Dead, a strange feeling of dread passed over the sleeping Dragon Lord. Slowly, he raised his head, “the scroll still exists. Soon they will be coming to destroy me. Let them come.” His mouth bore what passed for a grin. “I will be ready for them.”

The great head lowered once more, the yellow eyes closing as the Dragon Lord returned to his slumber.

“Your father would have to have been a Master wizard,” Garth commented, “his spell bespeaks considerable power.”

Moira nodded, “He was, in fact a Grand Master. I was his pupil as well as his daughter – I am a Hazard Class mage.”

“Then you could cast his spell, but not conjure it,” Jarveena observed.

“Exactly,” Moira confirmed.

“What can you tell us of this Dragon Lord?” Garth asked, signaling for ale all around.

Moira looked at Garth, her eyes appraising him. “Centuries ago,” she began, “a powerful wizard called Toth wove a spell of enormous power. It summoned to him the power of a dragon to be absorbed into the body of the mage.” Moira paused, “Imagine the magical abilities of a dragon added to the immense power of a Grand Master wizard. But the spell went wrong. It went farther than Toth intended. The dragon was completely absorbed into Toth’s corporeal being. He and the dragon became as one. He was now both man and dragon.” Moira fell silent and sipped her ale. The importance of what she was relating was not lost on her companions. “It took many generations,” Moira continued, “for Toth and the dragon to reach an – accommodation.”

“What sort of accommodation?” Garth asked.

“Which of them would appear and when?” Hawk asked. Moira nodded, “Once he and the dragon had melded, Toth, now calling himself The Dragon Lord, conquered the land from the Kaladur Pass, to the sea and as far south as Kal-sorak. Aided by his army of abominations, he ruled the land, laying it waste, until he was thrown down and damned to the Realm of the Dead.”

Jarveena felt something stir deep within her soul, “Who threw him down?”

“My grandfather and a Druid priest,” Moira responded.

Jarveena knew the answer to her next question, even before she asked it.

“Quinn?”

Moira simply nodded.

Images flooded Jarveena’s mind. Quinn, her fingers tangled in his white hair. Quinn, his kiss searing her soul. Quinn, lifting her onto his rigid cock. Quinn, the passion and fire of his love making as he thrust his powerful cock into her harder and harder. Quinn, the magical intensity of his orgasm and the equally magical intensity of her own. All these memories flowed through Jarveena’s mind as she spoke. “How can that be?” she asked. “He was old when we were together, but the Dragon Lord was damned centuries ago.”

Moira shrugged, “The ways of Druids are unknown to me, as is their magic.” Shaken, Jarveena excused herself and went up to her room, clutching the scroll to her chest.

“Is she ill?” Moira asked.

“She and the Druid were – close – this news has effected her.” Garth watched Jarveena walking up the stairs. “She’ll be fine.” His heart was less certain than his voice.

Once inside the room she and Garth shared, Jarveena bolted the door and stripped off her clothing. “Quinn,” she asked the empty room, “how have you enchanted me?”

She stretched out on the bed and began massaging her breasts. Her nipples, already starting to stiffen, grew fully erect under her demanding fingers. She closed her eyes and saw Quinn before her. His craggy face, his impossibly blue eyes, his slight smile as he hovered over her.

Her fingers moved downward, lingering over her taught belly before slipping lower to find the top of her thighs and the wet cleft that dwelt between them. A sigh escaped Jarveena’s parted lips as she found, and began stroking, her clitoris. Beneath her skilled fingers, the nub of flesh throbbed and grew. Her cunt lips began to swell as her juices flowed freely. One at a time, her fingers delved into her dripping cunt. Four fingers moved wetly in and out of her tight, hot pussy. She could feel Quinn’s cock pounding into her, stretching her cunt with its girth. She threw her head from side to side as she drew closer and closer to orgasm. Her fingers moving faster and faster, glistening with her thick, hot fluid.

Jarveena moaned, loudly, as she came, her cum flowing like a river, covering her fingers as her cunt spasmed around them. As she lay there, gasping for breath, her eyes fell on Iraekiira’s dagger. “Quinn, come to me,” she gasped, reaching for the weapon and thrusting the pommel deep into her flaming cunt.

“I’m here, Jarveena.”

It was Quinn’s voice, in her ears, not in her mind. Jarveena’s eyes snapped open and she saw him standing at the foot of the bed. “Quinn? But how?” she stammered, releasing the dagger. “You called to me, with passion and desire. I could do naught but come to you as you asked.” His eyes sparkled with life, his craggy face split by his smile. He was naked, and his cock stood rigid and ready. Jarveena held her arms out to him, her legs spread in invitation, “Come to me. Make love to me,” she pleaded.

Quinn knelt between her legs and gently removed the dagger handle from her pussy. He leaned forward and began to lick and kiss the swollen lips of her furnace like cunt.

Jarveena thrust her hips upward, pressing her steaming pussy to Quinn’s mouth. Her hands went to his head, her fingers winding into his snow white hair as she pulled him still tighter to her dripping cunt lips. Quinn’s tongue moved up and down Jarveena’s wet slit, lingering over her throbbing clitoris before slipping inside. His hands gripped her quivering ass cheeks, holding her to his mouth.

Jarveena’s orgasm was almost immediate, her pussy spasming, her juices flowing as the Druid devoured every drop.

No words passed between them as Quinn moved up to cover Jarveena’s sweat covered body with his. His rigid cock brushed against her hungry cunt, the soft, wet hair of her pussy gently stroking Quinn’s swollen cock head. Their mouths met in a searing kiss as Quinn drove his massive cock deep into Jarveena’s eager cunt, stretching her as the full length of him slid into her.

A gasp of pleasure escaped Jarveena’s lips as Quinn began pumping his cock in and out of her. Her legs wrapped about Quinn’s waist as she lifted her hips to meet his savagely thrusting cock.

The Druid’s hands moved over Jarveena’s body, kneading her heaving breasts, twisting and pulling her erect nipples. Jarveena’s fingernails dug into Quinn’s shoulders as the heat of her passion grew and grew. Driven by Quinn’s pounding cock, Jarveena drew closer and closer to climax. Ecstasy overwhelmed her as every muscle in her body grew taut, then released in a torrent of sensation as she came. Moans and cries of pleasure filled the room as Jarveena’s cunt clutched Quinn’s raging hard on, holding him within her steaming pussy as her orgasm washed over and through her. Still, Quinn’s cock thrust into her, filling her and bringing her to the brink again. As she teetered on the edge once more, Jarveena felt Quinn’s cock swelling, throbbing, she knew that he too was about to erupt.

With mingled groans and animal grunts, the two lovers climaxed as one. Quinn’s balls spasmed as his cock exploded, pouring hot semen into Jarveena’s eager cunt.

Jarveena, her legs tightly locked about Quinn’s waist, thrust her hip upward. She felt Quinn’s balls slapping against her ass as her orgasm enveloped and consumed her.

Their desire satisfied, the two rolled apart. Quinn, lying beside Jarveena, his fingers gently stroking her sweating brow. “Jarveena, you must remember what I am about to tell you,” the Druid whispered. “It will mean the difference between life and death when you meet the Dragon Lord.”

Jarveena rolled onto her side and looked at the ancient face of the man she had just made love with. Her eyes filled with puzzlement. “Toth Arkenath. You must remember this name exactly,” Quinn urged. “Repeat it back to me.”

Jarveena did as he asked.

“Again,” Quinn demanded.

When the Druid was satisfied that Jarveena knew the strange words, he relented.
“What is it I have learned?” she asked, her face near to Quinn’s. “The true name of the Dragon Lord,” Quinn responded quietly. “Use it to defeat this evil once and for all.”

Jarveena’s eyes filled with tears as she saw Quinn’s image begin to shimmer and fade, “How? No, please, stay and teach me how.” “Use the Hart Bow and the powers of Sheldon’s daughter. Farewell, my sweet Jarveena, farewell for now.”

When Jarveena had regained her composure, the room was empty. “Farewell, Quinn, my sweet Quinn.”

Jarveena lay there, alone in the bed, reflecting on what Quinn had revealed to her, and his cryptic instructions to her. “I need to speak with Moira,” she told herself, then rose and, reluctantly, washed the traces of her encounter from her supple body. “Moira,” Jarveena said upon returning to the common room, “I must speak with you, alone.”

The young mage joined Jarveena in the backroom, “What is it, Jarveena? Are you ill?”

“I have had the true name of the Dragon Lord revealed to me,” Jarveena said in a low voice. “We must make a plan to use it to bring down this evil.”

Moira looked at her in amazement. “How did you find his name?” “Quinn visited me in my room. He told me the name, then said that you should use your powers, and I the Hart Bow. He told me nothing else.” Moira thought for a few long moments, “Have you any silver that might be drawn into fine wire?” she asked at long last. Jarveena removed a piece of jewelry from her wrist. It was a bracelet fashioned of silver wires. “Will this serve your purpose?” “We need a silversmith now,” Moira said, unwinding the bracelet until it was a single strand of silver.

“I have seen Hawk work silver on occasion,” Jarveena said.

The two women returned to the common room. “Hawk,” Moira began, “we need this silver wire fashioned into words in characters small enough to fit along the shaft of an arrow. Can you do this?” She placed the wire before him.

“I’ll need to draw it some to make it thinner, but yes, I can do what you ask.”

“Jarveena has discovered the true name of the Dragon Lord,” Moira explained. “If Hawk can fashion the silver wire into that name, and in lay it along the shaft of an arrow, I will enchant the arrow and we will have a weapon to use against the evil creature.”

“Are you prepared to conjure magic of that power?” Wulf asked, concern showing on his rugged face.

Moira placed her delicate hand on his gnarled one, “You know I am, Wulf.” Her voice was soft and affectionate. This was not lost on Garth, or Jarveena.

The rest of the day was spent planning their attack, while Hawk worked the silver wire into a finer and finer strand.

After supper, Wulf leaned toward Garth and whispered, “Moira wants you and Hawk to join us in her room later.”

Garth nodded, then asked, “What of Jarveena?”

“She is welcome as well,” the big northman answered. To Garth’s surprise, Jarveena declined the invitation, saying that she was exhausted from earlier, and that he and Hawk should enjoy themselves. Moira and Wulf were waiting when Hawk and Garth arrived. Wine and fruit were laid out on a small table, and candles lent a warm light to the room. Wulf wore a robe of black fur, while Moira was clad in a gown of pale blue, so light and thin, that it was near transparent. Garth looked at Moira, his eyes moving up and down her slender body, almost caressing it with his gaze.

Moira’s unbound hair cascaded over her shoulders and her gray eyes shown with a glint of excitement. She could almost feel Garth’s eyes moving over her body. Her nipples began to stiffen as Garth’s stare lingered over her firm breasts.

“Do you like what you see, Garth?” Moira’s voice was soft and seductive.

The sellsword nodded, “Oh yes, Moira, I like what I see very much.” “And you, Hawk, do you also like what you see?” Moira’s gray eyes turned to the half elf.

Hawk just nodded.

“Could Jarveena not join us?” Moira asked.

“She said she was too exhausted from this afternoon,” Garth made Jarveena’s excuses. “She hopes you understand.” Moira smiled, “More for me then. Would you like some wine?”

Wulf poured them each a measure of wine and stood from the table.

Garth took a goblet for himself, and one for Moira. “Thank you, kind sir,” the young sorceress replied, the sparkle of invitation in her eyes.

The four of them sipped wine and nibbled the sweet fruit, relaxing and wondering what the night had in store for them. “I think it is time for the festivities to begin,” Moira announced, standing in the middle of the room. “As you may have guessed, Wulf and I have been enjoying one another since our journey began.” She paused to look at Garth and Hawk. She saw no look of surprise or shock on either face. “While I am experienced with one man,” she continued, “I have long wanted to be filled completely, to enjoy the attention of three, virile, men, all feasting on my body. I have selected the two of you to accompany Wulf in taking me in every imaginable combination.” With that said, Moira shrugged the gown from her shoulders and stood naked before them.

Six eyes devoured her beauty, six hands flexed in eagerness to touch her.

Three cocks stiffened and grew rigid with anticipation. Alone in her room, Jarveena wondered what Moira would be like. Would she take the three men on all at once? Would she enjoy being with a woman? Would Moira permit Wulf to sample Jarveena’s firm, supple body? Aroused by her thoughts, Jarveena decided that she would accept Moira’s invitation, albeit a little late. She washed herself and slipped into one of the gowns Shara had given her. Black, lacey and inviting. Moira was stretching out on the bed when a soft knock came at the door. “Jarveena, I’ll wager,” she said softly, gently caressing Garth’s swollen cock.

Wulf let Jarveena in and the woman looked about the room. “May I watch?” she asked, knowing that Moira was about to have all three of the men.

“By all means, Jarveena, but I had hoped we could provide some stimulating entertainment for these three stalwarts, and pleasure each other first.” Jarveena let her gown drop to the floor as she moved to join Moira on the bed. “Then that is what we’ll do,” she said, moving to lie beside Moira. The women positioned themselves so their faces were pressed against each other’s pussy.

The three men watched in rapt fascination as the two beautiful women began licking each other’s cunts.

The wet sounds of mouths on pussies, the low, muffled, moans of pleasure from the two women, and the rasping, heavy breathing of the men were the only sounds in the room.

Moira’s swollen clitoris was trapped by Jarveena’s mouth. Jarveena’s tongue flicked over the throbbing nub of flesh and her teeth moved lightly across it.

The young sorceress moaned loudly, thrusting her hips upward to press her streaming cunt against Jarveena’s, hungry mouth. Her own mouth was busy as well; her tongue moving in and out of Jarveena’s dripping pussy, fucking her like a small cock, sending shivers of pleasure up and down Jarveena’s spine.

Across the room, the three men sat watching. Their hands moving’ slowly, up and down their turgid cocks, their hearts beating faster at the exciting performance they were watching.

“If I can’t fuck something soon, I’m going to explode!” Wulf exclaimed, his eyes bulging as he watched the two women hungrily. “A silver piece says Moira cums first,” Garth wagered.

“Done,” Hawk accepted the bet.

On the bed, Moira, under the tormenting assault of Jarveena’s tongue, was indeed close to the first of many orgasms. Her hips undulated and thrust against Jarveena’s mouth as she pressed her own lips tightly to Jarveena’s willing cunt.

Jarveena, on the bottom, clutched Moira’s ass cheeks in her hands and held her cunt tight to her sucking mouth. Her experience in pleasuring women was far more extensive than Moira’s, so it was inevitable that the younger woman would attain climax first.

Moira’s cunt began to spasm, her muscles tensing and relaxing, her thighs trembling as they brushed over Jarveena’s face. Her clitoris throbbed as the young sorceress’ juices flowed over Jarveena’s questing tongue to be savored like fine wine. She came and came.

“DAMN IT!” Wulf swore, as his cock erupted, sending long, pearly, ropes of semen flying through the air.

Garth and Hawk, fought not to laugh.

Hawk dropped a coin into Garth’s waiting palm. Jarveena climaxed a few seconds after Wulf’s unexpected eruption, her cunt grinding against Moira’s eager mouth as her juices washed over the younger woman’s lips and tongue.

Gasping for breath, both women rolled away. Jarveena, lifting herself on her elbow saw Wulf’s plight. “We may need to take the edge off these other two, Moira, they appear to be over wrought.” Her light tone was reflected in her smile.

The women rose from the bed and went to the waiting men.

Jarveena knelt before Hawk and Moira knelt before Garth.

“We’re going to give you some relief, so our fun doesn’t end too soon.”

Moira said, lifting Garth’s massive cock to her glistening lips. “Come closer, Wulf, “ Jarveena said, “I think I can attend to both of you.” Jarveena reached out and began caressing Wulf’s half-hard cock. At her touch, it twitched and began to swell. “There IS life left in it,” Jarveena purred as she lowered her soft wet lips to Hawk’s cock and began sucking it.

The half elf thrust his cock into Jarveena’s mouth, filling her throat with the swollen head.

Jarveena started moving her head up and down, drawing Hawk’s cock out until her lips were sealed just below the head. As she was sucking Hawk’s cock, she was stroking Wulf’s up and down, bringing it back to full erection.

Moira had moved Garth onto the bed, where she knelt between his muscular legs. Her sweet mouth was filled with his huge cock and she was sucking feverishly.

Garth’s hands held her head as he thrust himself into Moira’s eager mouth. As Hawk neared climax, Jarveena released his cock and took Wulf’s into her mouth, using her hand to keep Hawk teetering on the brink. “Jarveena – please – don’t leave me hanging like this,” Hawk pleaded. Jarveena, still stroking Hawk’s cock, continued sucking on Wulf’s until she was satisfied that his cock would remain hard. She released it from her mouth and went back to sucking Hawk.

Garth’s balls were filling quickly as he continued fucking Moira’s tender mouth. He was nearing release, and his balls were aching for it. Still stroking Wulf’s cock, Jarveena used her free hand to caress Hawk’s balls as she sucked him closer and closer to climax. She could feel his tightening balls and knew it was time. She slipped the tip of her finger between Hawk’s ass cheeks and began fingering his ass hole. He could take no more. With a groan, Hawk thrust his cock deep into Jarveena’s tight throat and flooded her gullet with hot, thick semen. His balls spasmed as he felt Jarveena swallowing his cock, and it’s pearly load.

On the bed, Garth held Moira’s head down as his cock throbbed, pulsated and erupted filling her mouth and throat.

Savoring the nectar the men had given them, neither woman released the cock she was sucking. They continued their oral ministrations to ensure that all three would be hard enough to satisfy Moira tonight. Moira, at last, released Garth’s cock from her wet mouth. “Jarveena, there is a jar of ointment on the table. I want Hawk in my ass, would you oil his cock – and my ass? Please?”

Hawk and Wulf followed Jarveena as she went to the bed table and found the small jar.

“It smells like berries,” Jarveena observed, taking a large dollop on her fingers.

“It tastes like it too,” Moira laughed.

Jarveena massaged the ointment over Hawks rigid cock, then rubbed some into, and around, Moira’s puckered, rosebud ass hole. “Mm,” the young woman purred, moving onto her hands and knees. She straddled Garth’s hips, her cunt poised inches above the sellswords towering cock. “Hawk, kneel behind me, please. Put your sweet cock between my cheeks.”

The half elf did as he was told, spreading Moira’s pale ass cheeks and resting his lubricated erection in their warm cleft. “Wulf, I want to taste your magnificent cock, kneel before me.”

The blond northman moved into position.

“Higher, Wulf,” Garth said, “your stones hang a bit low.” “I can help with those,” Jarveena laughed, climbing onto the bed and holding Wulf’s hairy ball sac up, and out of the way. “Take my ass, Hawk,” Moira said, as she slowly settled onto Garth cock. The half elf moved his hips forward, slowly drilling his cock into Moira’s tight sphincter, feeling its tightness as it slowly relaxed to allow him entry.

The sorceress sighed with contentment as two hard cocks impaled her. “Now, Wulf, my love, let me suck your beautiful cock.” She reached out and drew her bodyguard to her, her lips sealing around the swollen head of his rigid phallus. With agonizing slowness, Moira drew Wulf’s cock into her mouth, then into the top of her throat. Never had she felt so filled. Wulf, with Jarveena fondling his balls, began thrusting his cock into Moira’s mouth, fucking her face.

Greedily, the sorceress sucked the pulsing organ with wild abandon. As she did this, she moved her hips up and down, stroking Garth’s raging cock with her hot, dripping cunt.

Hawk leaned forward, his hands holding Moira’s firm ass as he fought to remain inside her. His cock, gripped by the tightness of Moira’s ass, was already on the verge of eruption.

Jarveena was about to thrust her fingers into her own cunt, when she felt Garth’s big hand reach for her. She changed positions to permit his blunt fingers access to her, hungry and steaming pussy. Jarveena gasped as Garth plunged four fingers into her dripping wet cunt and began moving them in and out.

The wet sounds of passion filled the room, the aroma of lust hung in the air as five people moved quickly toward orgasm. Jarveena was the first - her body convulsing with ecstasy, her cunt bucking on Garth’s fingers - she came. Intense as this orgasm was, she was, strangely, not as fulfilled as she usually was. Hawk, his balls screaming for release, announced his climax with a loud groan as he thrust himself deep into Moira’s stretched ass and flooded her bowels with his seed.

Wulf clutched Moira’s head and began thrusting his cock hard and fast. He erupted and filled Moira’s mouth with semen. She tried, unsuccessfully, to swallow all of it, but her mouth was quickly flooded and pearly strings of Wulf’s cum ran down her chin. Now only Garth and Moira were left to cum. As the others pulled back, leaving them room, Garth threw Moira onto her back and held her long legs wide apart. His thrust into her waiting cunt was neither slow, nor gentle. He pounded into her in a single, savage stroke, driving his massive cock deep inside her tight, hot, wet pussy.

Moira wrapped her legs around Garth’s hard torso and met his every stroke with a thrust of her own. Her long fingernails raked the bronzed skin of Garth’s shoulders as she tossed her head from side to side. She was completely given over to their lust and knew nothing but the cock that was punishing her cunt so wonderfully.

Their fucking was hard, fast and animal like. Moira’s hips thrusting upward as Garth pounded into her. The sorceress’ cries and moans mixed with Garth’s grunting as they both rushed headlong toward the thundering orgasm that awaited them.

Garth’s cock was ramming deep into Moira’s eager cunt, his balls slapping the cheeks of her ass.

Moira’s pussy lips, wet and swollen, clutched at Garth’s rampaging cock.

Both were at the peak.

Garth, with a bellow to rival a wild bull, slammed his cock into Moira once more as he come, sending his hot seed coursing into Moira’s hungry pussy, filling it to overflowing.

Moira’s legs locked around Garth as she met his orgasmic thrust and held him gripped, tightly, inside her. She felt each pulse of his cock as it erupted. The inner muscles of her cunt flexed, milking more and more of his thick, hot semen from his throbbing cock. Hawk, Wulf and Jarveena watched as Garth and Moira, their orgasms ebbing, collapsed upon the bed in a pool of sweat and semen. The couple on the bed began to laugh as the three spectators began to applaud.

“No encore, no encore,” Garth chuckled, shaking his head. Moira laughed, then reached for Garth’s deflating member, “Are you sure?” she said, giving it a playful jerk.

Garth winced, “I’m sure woman – I’m very sure.”

Tired and sated, the group disbursed to their rooms to sleep.

High in the Kaladur Pass, an auburn haired woman stood before the Gate. The falling snow covered her wolf fur cloak as she sang. The runes she sang were scribed on an ancient scroll, the spell was that which would open the Gate to the Realm of the Dead, and bring forth the Dragon Lord. “She is here,” The Dragon Lord said quietly, his great head lifting from his slumber. Slowly, the great beats lifted himself to his feet and stretched. Thirty paces from the end of his tail to his smoking nostrils, he spread his leathery wings, half again his length from tip to tip. The dark green scales covering his body reflected the dim light. The Gate began to shimmer as the woman continued singing the ancient runes. Slowly, the Gate became translucent, then transparent, then it was gone completely.

“I call upon the rulers of the Realm of the Dead – release the Lord of the Dragons from his bondage.” The woman’s voice was clear and precise as she uttered the words, then sang more runes.

Deep within the dark realm, the Dragon Lord began his long journey toward the gate, and freedom.

Outside, the woman continued singing the runes as she stepped back from the gate and let her cloak fall to the snow. Although she wore nothing beneath her cloak, she ignored the cold, biting wind. Smoke and fire belched from beyond the gate as the Dragon Lord emerged. “You have done well, Kayla,” the deep voice of the Dragon Lord was once more heard on the Material Plane.

“My Lord, I am your servant,” the woman said, kneeling in the snow before him, “yours to do with what you will.”

The Dragon Lord’s blurred shape becoming indefinite, shifting and changing. Where there stood a dragon, now stood a man. He was large in stature, with yellow eyes and a dark complexion. He was clad in armor like a dragon’s skin and bore a winged helm on his head. Over his shoulders rested a wolf fur cloak, similar to the one Kayla wore. He reached out his hand to the woman. “Rise Kayla, and greet your Master properly.” The woman stood and moved toward the Dragon Lord. She lifted her face to him and he pressed his lips to hers.

Their kiss was fierce and passionate, all the flame of pent up desire was released as their tongues played and danced. Hers, softly demanding; his, long and forked.

The Dragon Lord pulled away, holding Kayla at arms length, “Have you brought it?” he asked.

“Yes, Master, it is there, wrapped in skins as you instructed,” the rapidly breathing woman responded.

“Excellent!” the Dragon Lord said, moving to the tightly wrapped bundle and quickly removing the protective skins. He straightened, holding a sheathed sword. The scabbard was covered in the skin of virgins, the tip and throat of gold with silver chasing. He gripped the jeweled pommel and drew the sword. It was a magnificent, oversized falchion. Its heavy, single edged blade could cleave through the sturdiest armor. Its blade shown black as the deepest pit of Hades – deep within the metal, a black flame pulsed.

“Knight’s Bane, you feel so good in my grasp once more,” the Dragon Lord spoke to the weapon as if it were a woman. He turned, again, to Kayla. “You’re cold, I’ve been inconsiderate of you. Come,” he held his muscular arms open to the woman, “let me warm you with my body.” Kayla moved into his arms and he wrapped his heavy cloak about them, turning the woman as he did so, bringing her shapely ass against his codpiece.
“I want you, Kayla,” the Dragon Lord whispered, his breath warm in Kayla’s ear. “Unfasten my codpiece,” he instructed.

With fingers almost numb from the cold, Kayla reached behind her and fumbled to unlace her master’s codpiece. After a few moments she let the codpiece fall to the snow. She was rewarded by the feeling of her master’s cock as it rose to nestle between her silky thighs. “How I have missed the feel of a woman’s body,” he murmured as his hands moved around to Kayla’s taut belly, then upward to cup her heavy, resilient breasts.

Kayla sighed and leaned back against her master, moving her legs slightly to gently stroke his rigid cock. “Take me, My Master, use me as your slave,” she urged.

“Not my slave, Kayla. No, you shall be by my side when I conquer this puny race of men and once more rule this land. You shall be my queen.” He turned her around again, pushing her slowly to her knees. “Pay homage to your king, Kayla, take me into your mouth and suck me.” Kayla took his great dark cock in he hands and stroked it as she lowered her lips to the bulbous head. She blew lightly on the tender flesh before taking the immense tower of flesh into her wet, willing mouth. The Dragon Lord threw his head back and groaned as he felt a woman’s mouth on him for the first time in years.

Kayla began moving her head up and down as she fondled his great ball sac. Having been without a woman for so long, he did not last long. In moments his balls cried out for relief and his cock exploded deep in Kayla’s throat.

Sucking hungrily, Kayla milked him dry, savoring every pearly drop of her master’s seed, swallowing it all.

The Dragon Lord lifted Kayla off the ground, as though she weighed nothing at all, then settled her onto his, still hard, cock, impaling her cunt in a single movement.

Kayla gasped at the shear size of it as his member penetrated her tight pussy, stretching it, filling it – filling her.

“You are so wet, my sweet,” he whispered, “and so tight.” He began moving his hips, sending his cock in and out of her in long, strong strokes. He lowered his mouth to her breasts and suckled them, his hands holding her soft ass cheeks.

Kayla leaned her head back and moaned in total ecstasy as her lord and master thrust himself into her harder and harder. Her legs wrapped around his torso, her arms snaked about his neck as she surrendered herself completely to his lust, and her burning desire.

Jarveena woke with a cry and sat bolt upright in bed. Her face was white, her heart beating rapidly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “What’s wrong?” Garth asked, still groggy from sleep. “He – he’s escaped! The Dragon Lord has been set free!” she said in a loud voice, sweat pouring from her body.

Garth looked at her, “How do you know this?” “Quinn, he appeared to me – he told me. Another witch, she’s with him now, and he’s free!”

There was a loud pounding at the door, Hawk’s voice came from the other side, “What’s wrong? Are we attacked?”

Garth sprang from the bed and let his comrade in. “Jarveena is certain that the Dragon Lord has been set free. She said Quinn appeared to her.” “He did, for he appeared to me as well,” Moira confirmed, standing just behind Hawk.

Moira moved to the bed and sat with Jarveena, the women held one another, each offering comfort to the other.

“He will either attack the city, or flee to his old stronghold and gather his forces,” Moira said. “We can be certain that he will begin his campaign to conquer these lands again – and he’ll do it very soon.”

With a groan, and a strong final thrust, The Dragon Lord sent his seed flowing into Kayla’s waiting cunt. She would bear him a son, of this he was sure, and he would become the heir to the Dragon Throne, and the empire that his father would build.

“We must away from this place, my sweet. We will go to my holding high in these mountains.” He considered for long moments, “After we make a short trip to the city of Kaladur, I have some debts to repay there.” He shrugged off his heavy cloak and gave it to Kayla. “Wrap your cloak about you, then cover yourself with mine.” Then he handed Knights Bane to her, “Bind this sword to you, we cannot lose it.”

Kayla watched in rapt fascination as her lover and master, once more, became a huge dragon.

The creature reached his foreleg out and lifted Kayla to his back, “Dig your fingers beneath my scales, my sweet,” his voice was a deep rumble, almost like distant thunder, “I won’t let you fall.” He spread his wings, and with a shudder, was airborne. The wide bat like wings moved slowly, up and down, providing forward motion. Kayla trembled with fear as she clutched the scales with shaking fingers, and gripped the dragon’s spine with her legs. In a short time, Kayla could see the scattered lamps of Kaladur ahead and below them. She felt the dragon slow and begin to descend as he flew in a graceful curve, lining himself up with the north gate. There was no cry of alarm, nor panic at the dragons approach. He was unseen and unheard, until the moment was exactly right. Kayla was amazed at how loud the sound was, and surprised that it sounded like a gigantic belch.

Flame erupted from the dragon’s mouth as it flew low over the sleeping city. In his wake, everything that could burn was ablaze. Now came the cry of alarm, the panicked scurrying about of the people, and the deep harsh laugh of the dragon as he flapped his mighty wings and flew away to the south.

Kayla felt an exhilaration as she viewed the destruction left in her lovers wake. “Such power,” she thought to herself, “such magnificent power.”

It was as though he’d read her thoughts, “Yes, it is an amusing excitement isn’t it?”

Kayla smiled, squeezing her legs tighter on the dragon’s spine, “Yes, master, it excites me greatly.”

He knew the meaning of her comment and let himself chuckle, “When we reach the stronghold, I will see what I can do about that.” Rising higher into the clouds, the dragon turned back toward the north. The dawn sky was gray in the east, for soon it would be daylight. How the Dragon Lord wished he could see the devastation in the harsh light of day. But he had to get to his stronghold and begin gathering his forces around him. No one was left to stop him, the Druid was dead, Sheldon the mage was dead, even poor, stupid Iraekiira was dead, and the Scroll of Sheldon destroyed. This time, this time, his empire would rise and conquer.

“Well, I guess his escape is not a secret,” Garth said, looking at the flaming section of the city.

“I wonder why just the one pass?” Hawk asked. “He needed only one, along that axis lie the stable, temple and guard barracks,” Wulf observed, “You’ll note that all three have been destroyed.” “OUR HORSES!” Garth shouted, his fist slamming into his palm.

“Also our supplies and spare equipment,” Hawk observed. “On foot,” Garth said, “we’re in for a very long climb. As I recall, Argek, the king of the goblins had his stronghold atop one of these peaks. Such a place would be well suited to a dragon, mayhap it originally belonged to the Dragon Lord.”

Deep within the Dragon Lord’s mountain stronghold, a gathering had begun. Orcs, goblins and other strange creatures flocked to the throne of the Dragon Lord.

In dragon form, he stood on a balcony above them and spread his huge wings. “HEAR ME!” his deep voice rumbled through the cavernous fortress. “Hear me minions of the Lord of Dragons, for our hour is upon us.” This was met with approving grunts and growls from the mass of creatures pressed together.

“We are the van of the new order. We will sweep down from this mountain and over run the city of Kaladur. You will slay and ravage and loot to your hearts content - then the city will be burned to ashes.” The Dragon Lord paused to accept the hoarse cheering of his army, then went on, “Five days hence we will leave this place and begin our conquest of the world of men!” He raised his mighty wings, threw back his great head and emitted a burst of flame, as if to lend emphasis to his speech. Taking Kayla’s hand in his claw, he led her from the high balcony. As he did so, he regained the aspect of his human self. “Attend me, Kayla.” Kayla knelt before him, her eyes fixed on his growing cock. The tip of her tongue flicked over her parted lips, making them glisten in the warm torch light. She could feel the wetness between her thighs and the hunger to taste her lord’s seed.

“Yes, Kayla, my sweet, take me into your warm mouth and make love to my cock.” The Dragon Lords cock was now fully erect, bobbing before Kayla’s face.

The woman took the offered penis in both hands and lowered her lips to the, bulbous, head. Her tongue swept over the velvet surface, licking up the droplets of semen that oozed from the slit. She sealed her lips over the object of her passion and slowly, ever so slowly, took the immense cock into her mouth.

A groan of pleasure escaped the Dragon Lord’s throat as he felt his woman’s mouth engulfing his hard on. He looked down to see her mouth, stretched wide, as he disappeared into it.

Kayla, struggled to swallow the huge head, her throat first constricting in protest, then relaxing and accepting the invading tower of flesh. The Dragon Lord watched as Kayla began moving her head up and down. He watched as his cock slid in and out of her wet, sucking mouth. He saw her saliva, glistening on the ruddy skin of his shaft. “You please me, Kayla,” he said in a hoarse, impassioned whisper.

Encouraged by his words, Kayla began moving her head faster, taking his cock deeper into her throat. Her fingers moved to his heavy balls and began fondling them, caressing them as she felt them tighten and fill.

The only sounds heard were the wet, sucking sounds of Kayla’s mouth, and the low, rumbled groaning of the Dragon Lord as he felt himself nearing the edge.

Kayla knew her master was close, his cock pulsated and his balls were tight with his seed.

“Kayla, I give you my seed,” the Dragon Lord groaned as his balls began to spasm, and his hot semen began to erupt from his throbbing cock.

Try as she would, Kayla was unable to swallow all of her master’s discharge. Her throat convulsed time and time again as she savored his thick semen, but still, thin strings ran from the corners of her mouth as her master gloried in the intensity of his climax.

Gently, the Dragon Lord lifted Kayla to her feet. “You are a truly wondrous woman, Kayla. You will make a worthy mother to our sons, and a fitting mate to rule beside me.”

There was genuine affection in his voice, as there was genuine pride and love in Kayla’s eyes.

She wanted nothing more than to serve her master and bring forth his sons.

The morning following the Dragon Lord’s attack was somber in the common room of the Longsword Inn. Five people sat around a table planning their assault on the mountain.

“How goes the silver work?” Moira asked Hawk, watching him work the bright wire.

“Have your spells ready this afternoon,” the half elf answered, then turned to Jarveena, “Have you an arrow?”

“Mundane, or ensorcelled? I don’t know which to use.”

“A mundane arrow would not offer any conflict with my spells,” Moira said, resting her hand on Jarveena’s.

“As near as I can determine,” Garth said, “the stronghold is a deep cave atop the mountain. That would place it well above the gate.”

“With nary a horse in town, we’ll have to travel light,” Hawk observed, shaking his head in discouragement.

“Well then we’d best get what we need today, I mean to be at the base of the mountain by nightfall day after tomorrow,” Garth looked at his comrades as he said this.

There was no disagreement.

Late that afternoon, Hawk had finished fashioning the silver wire into the true name of the Dragon Lord. With some effort he was able to affix it to the shaft of an arrow.

“I’ve placed it in a spiral about the shaft, in this way it won’t disturb the arrows balance, or its flight.” Hawk placed the arrow on the table.

“This may slay the evil creature, or merely wound him. Were he to be wounded, it would surely be a grievous one, one that would weaken him greatly.” Moira was making her preparations as she spoke. The sorceress rummaged through her pack extracting small pouches, vials and a mortar and pestle. She put the contents of some of the pouches into the mortar and ground them to fine powder, then emptied two of the vials. As she mixed, she softly sang arcane runes.

The process went on for over an hour with Moira mixing different ingredients – all the while singing her spells.

She finally sat back and rested for long moments, “I’ll be ready to enchant the arrow after I’ve rested for a few more moments.

Her companions looked at each other, all but Jarveena had thought she had been doing that for the past hours.

Moira began singing again, then drew her dagger and cut her own thumb, letting the blood drop into the mixture. She then took the mixture onto her fingers and spread it over the arrow’s shaft. Her singing became a little more intense.

The head of the arrow was dipped into the mixture as Moira waved her right hand over the missile.

She lifted the arrow and held it out at arm’s length before her. A thin, blue line of magical energy extended from her right hand to the head of the arrow. Slowly it spread over the shaft, engulfing it in blue light until the whole thing was glowing from tip to feathers.

Moira’s song ended and she placed the still glowing arrow before her on the table before her.

“Jarveena, when you loose this at the Dragon Lord, you must call him by his true name. My spells have bound his name to the arrow, and ensured that it will fly true. The rest is up to you.”

The next day would be spent in making final preparations and replacing equipment lost or damaged. The group retired early.

Moira, exhausted by the spell casting, asked Wulf if he would mind bunking with Hawk for this night, “You snore so, my sweet,” she said softly, kissing the big warrior on the cheek.

In the room shared by Garth and Jarveena, there was quiet as they prepared for bed.

“He visited you again?” Garth asked.

“Not in the same way,” Jarveena replied. “This time he appeared only to tell me of the Dragon Lords escape.”

Garth patted the bed next to him, “Come to bed, my love, we need do nothing but sleep tonight, for I fear we both need it.”

Jarveena snuggled next to him and they slept the night in each other’s arms.

After a day spent gathering equipment and supplies the group, knowing they would be up before first light, retired early. Garth and Jarveena retired to their room, Wulf and Moira to theirs.

Hawk, the only unattached member of the group, was able to enjoy the company of the serving wench, a comely young thing called Gillian.

“Do you travel to the mountain top?” she asked, snuggling closer to Hawk.

“Yes, we leave at dawn,” Hawk responded, his fingers stroking the girls cheek.

“I know the trails up the mountain,” Gillian said, placing her hand on Hawk’s codpiece. “I could help guide you.”

Hawk unlaced his breeches, giving Gillian access to his swelling cock. “This will be no pleasure trip, I fear.” The half elf lay back and let Gillian fondle him.

Her face rested on Hawk’s thigh, her mouth very near to the head of his cock. “I know that,” she whispered. “The Dragon Lord is the stuff of nightmares. I lost friends and kin to him. I would like nothing more than to see his defeated once and for all.”

Hawk slipped his hand beneath Gillian’s skirt. Her flesh was soft and smooth. He slid his hand upward.

“Well?” Gillian demanded, gripping Hawk’s rigid cock, “will you let me guide you?”

Hawk lifted Gillian’s skirt over her hips, laying her bare from the waist down. “Can you handle as bow as well as you handle me?”

“Even better,” the girl boasted, sealing her soft red lips around the swollen head of Hawk’s waiting cock.

With a sigh, Hawk swung Gillian’s leg over to bring her astride his face. He inhaled the lusty scent of her; musky, earthy, the aroma of a woman in heat. Feeling Gillian’s lips move down his rigid cock, Hawk groaned, “then you shall join us.” He pulled Gillian’s cunt to his mouth and began licking her hot, wet slit.

Feeling Hawk’s tongue flick over her clitoris, Gillian eagerly swallowed the half elf’s hard cock. The dark head lodged in her throat for a moment before she slowly lifted her head, letting the ridges the cock shaft pass between her lips, the big vein beneath her tongue.

Hawk could only groan, and pull Gillian tighter to his mouth.

“What do you mean, she’s going with us?” Garth exploded.

“She knows the mountain trails, and she can handle a bow,” Hawk said, defending his impulsive gesture.

“Jarveena,” Garth turned his head, “take her outside and see if she can hit anything but the ground.” “Do you even have a bow?” Garth demanded of Gillian, whose eyes flashed with anger.

Before she could answer, Hawk stepped up, “she can use mine.”

Jarveena and the serving wench left the common room, Garth was still fuming with anger.

“What possessed you to take her with us?” he demanded.

Hawk just shrugged, “it seemed like a good idea at the time. If her claim of archery skill is false,” he paused and looked at the floor, “then we leave her here.”

As the two comrades continued their discussion, Moira and Wulf entered the room.

“Good morning, Garth, Hawk,” Moira said cheerfully. “Where’s Jarveena?”

“She’s out back with the serving wench,” Garth responded gruffly, “seeing if she can hit ought but the ground with a bow.”

Hawk looked sheepish, so Moira pressed the issue. “Why would they be doing that?”

“It seems,” Garth pointed in Hawk’s direction, “that our friend invited her to join our expedition.” Garth had to smile in spite of himself. “In the heat of passion, no doubt.”

Before Hawk could defend himself, Jarveena and Gillian returned, Jarveena was smiling and Gillian was grinning from ear to ear.

“She’s good,” Jarveena announced, “she’s damned good.”

Hawk leaned back and sighed with undisguised relief.

Moira chuckled.

Wulf laughed loudly.

Garth threw his hands up. “Let’s get her a bow and a full quiver then.” He turned to Gillian and extended his massive hand. “Welcome to our little group, Gillian.”

The two clasped wrists in the manner of warriors.

“I have my own bow and arrows,” Gillian grinned.

“Well done, Gillian,” Jarveena put her arm around the girl’s shoulder.

“Now if everyone is through,” Hawk said with mock scorn in his voice, “I believe we have a Dragon Lord to destroy.”

Gillian kissed Hawk on the cheek, “don’t be a grouch, give me time to gather my gear and change into travelling clothes.” She turned as she went into the backroom, “go on, I’ll catch up by the time you reach the north gate.”

The rest of the group looked at one another.

Garth shrugged, “let’s be off then, you too Hawk, if she can catch up, then she’ll be able to keep up.”

The five left the inn and headed up the street.

The dim pre-dawn stillness echoed the sound of their movement, boot heels on the cobbles, the creak of harness, the soft metallic rustle of chain mail.

When they reached the gate, Gillian was waiting for them.

Her appearance was surprising to say the least. Not only gad she reached the gate before them, but she was clad in good leather armor, an Elvish bow across her back and a longsword on her hip.

“What took you so long?” she asked with a bright smile.

“Where’d you get the bow?” Hawk asked.

“From the Elves that raised me,” she put her arms around Hawk. “I didn’t mean to deceive you, but I had to join you, I belong with you. One day, I’ll explain, I’ll explain everything.” Gillian kissed Hawk, deeply and sincerely.

Hawk was satisfied, puzzled, but satisfied.

“Alright, guide,” Garth said, walking through the gate, “how long a climb do we have ahead of us?”
“Three days,” Gillian responded without hesitation. “A long, hard three days.” Gillian looked at her new companions, “there will be ample places to make camp, so long as they’re cold camps.”

They set out onto the north road.

“It will begin rising in a league,” Gillian said, from the front of the column. “In five it will grow still steeper. In ten leagues we will be at the base of the mountain. That the difficult part of the journey will begin.”

The group was quiet as they marched steadily northward. At first the way was fairly easy, the road well kept and rising only gently. Within a league, as Gillian had promised, the sloop grew more severe, slowing the party’s rate of travel.

The air grew chillier and the breeze freshened from the north. By the time the reached the foot of the mountain, night was falling. It was getting colder and snow was beginning to fall.

“A cold camp?” Garth asked as they settled in a stand of trees to bed down.

“I fear it will have to be so, Garth. The Dragon Lord will be keeping an eye on this side of the mountain. In the morning, we should swing to the east and try to climb that face.” Gillian looked confident as she spoke.

“Quinn,” Jarveena asked in her mind, “Quinn, are you there?”

“I am here, sweet Jarveena, I am always here.” The voice of the dead Druid spoke to her mind.

“Can Gillian be trusted?”

“She will not betray you,” came the answer, deep within her soul. “But she may be reckless. Use caution.”

“Is she right about the eastern face?” Jarveena asked her phantom lover.

:It is a more difficult climb, but it will not be as well guarded.”

Jarveena felt the warmth of Quinn’s lips on hers, “Thank you,” she whispered softly.

Garth and Hawk hung blankets between the closer standing trees to serve as windbreaks.

“At least these will keep us from being buried in snow,” Hawk judged, beckoning Gillian to join him beneath one of the shelters.

The group paired off; Hawk with Gillian, Garth with Jarveena and Wulf with Moira.

“What do you make of the serving wench?” Wulf asked as he and Moira were wrapping themselves in their fur blankets.

“She seems sincere, I was not able to detect any falsehood in what she has told us so far, but she is keeping much back,” Moira responded, snuggling closer to her warrior feeling the warmth of his powerful body. “Enough about her, my love, wouldn’t you prefer to help us stay warm tonight?” Her hands groped Wulf’s crotch. She found him growing hard, in spite of the cold.

The warrior ran his huge hands beneath Moira’s tunic, feeling her warm breasts, their nipples hard and erect. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues playing and dancing together as their bodies pressed as close as their garments would permit.

Wulf detached his codpiece, freeing his mighty cock. His hands moved to Moira’s waist, unfastening her breeches and tugging them down over her smooth, round hips.

Moira drew one leg up, pulling her breeches from it and opening her long, shapely legs in welcome. “Come to me, my warrior, come to me,” she purred, her hands dropping to Wulf’s hard ass and pulling him into her hot pussy, already dripping with her juices.

He entered he in a single thrust, driving the fullness of his massive erection into Moira’s eagerly waiting cunt.

Moira gasped in delight as she felt the huge prick driving into her, stretching her, bumping the mouth of her womb with the broad, dark head. She wrapped her legs around Wulf’s torso as their bodies began to move together in a frenzy of desire and unleashed passion.

Moira’s hips thrust upwards to meet each of Wulf’s powerful strokes as his cock pounded into her harder and harder, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

Wulf could feel his own orgasm building deep[p within his belly. He began moving faster, his strokes growing longer and more powerful. He, too, was near the edge.

Their grunts and moaning mingled with the wet sounds of their bodies as, together, the soared over the brink.

Wulf’s cock erupted into Moira’s hungry pussy, filling her with his hot semen.

Moira’s own juices flowed like a river, washing her lover’s pulsating cock as they came in a torrent of lust. She clung to Wulf’s muscular body, feeling the heat of his flesh as it warmed hers, the throbbing of his buried cock still stretching the walls of her cunt.

Never withdrawing from Moira’s body, Wulf rolled them over until he lay beneath his lover’s body, her hot, wet pussy still clutching his massive cock.

They lay thusly and drifted off to sleep.

Beneath another shelter, Garth and Jarveena lay quietly, each deep in their own thoughts.

Jarveena’s mind was filled with thought s of her dead Druid lover, how he had visited her, made love to her, guided her. Her mind was torn between Garth and Quinn, her heart and love given to both. For either man, she would gladly lay down her life.

Garth’s mind too, dwelt upon the Druid. Had Quinn’s shade stolen his woman? Could Jarveena have forsaken him for a GHOST?

Lost in his thoughts, Garth felt warm lips at his ear.

“I do love you, Garth,” Jarveena whispered softly.

Garth placed his callused hand upon hers, “Sleep now, my love, for tomorrow will be a hard day.” His voice was low and tender, “I love you too,” he said, meaning it as never before.

Not far away, Hawk and Gillian sat facing each other.

“You’re a WHAT?” the half-elf asked incredulously.

“A virgin, at least technically.” Gillian’s eyes were wet with tears as she into Hawks bright blue eyes and saw the longing in them.

“But, last night, we, I mean we,” Hawk stammered.

“Last night we did every thing BUT that,” Gillian said softly, hoping to keep Hawk by her side. “We will, very soon, but for now I must retain my virginity. When this is over, I swear it, we will make love as often as you desire, in an y way you desire. For now I beg you be satisfied with what I can do to pleasure you.”

Hawk knew when he was defeated. He lay back on their blankets and smiled at his woman. “I don’t know why,” he said quietly, “but I believe you, and I trust you.”

Gillian smiled as her hands went to Hawk’s breeches, her nimble fingers unlacing them and pulling them down to reveal Hawks quickly swelling cock.

Hawk watched as Gillian crept closer, her sweet lips slightly parted as they hovered over the dark head of his rigid cock.

“Lay back, my heroic Hawk, and let me pleasure you,” Gillian said, softly, before sealing her lips around Hawk’s waiting meat.

The half-elf sighed in pleasure as he felt Gillian’s lips move up and down the shaft of his throbbing cock. Her tongue pressed the great vein that ran beneath the shaft, her fingers gently cradled and fondled his balls as she took him into her throat.

When Hawk made to bring Gillian to his mouth, she raised her head. “No, my love, tonight it is I who will pleasure you,” she murmured before taking Hawk’s cock into her mouth again.

Hawk watched as Gillian’s head moved up and down. His shaft, glistening with Gillian’s saliva, revealed as she drew back, then vanishing once more into her soft, sweet, sucking mouth.

Her cheeks hollowed as she eagerly sucked Hawk’s stiff cock. Her tongue flicked back and forth beneath the swollen head as her lips kissed their way up and down the shaft. All the while, her fingers fondled and caressed Hawk’s rapidly filling balls.

Hawk could feel it building deep inside him. The maelstrom that would be his orgasm, roiling and growing, increasing in power and intensity. He was teetering on the edge, needing only a nudge to send him plunging over it.

Gillian, when she swallowed Hawk’s cock, gave him the nudge.

With a groan of ecstasy, Hawk thrust his cock deep into Gillian’s waiting throat. His balls spasmed and his cock pulsed as his hot seed gushed from it to pour down Gillian’s hungry gullet.

Gillian, greedily, swallowed every pearly drop of Hawk’s scalding semen like a drunkard drinking wine.

Hawk was spent, Gillian’s mouth having sucked him dry. Slowly his cock began to deflate and Gillian reluctantly released it from her warm mouth. Hawk drew her to him and their lips met. Hawk could taste himself on her lips and tongue. The kiss was filled with slacked desire and the smoldering embers of passion, satisfied.

They slept, wrapped in each others arms.

Dawn came, the morning sun reflected from the snow like millions of tiny diamonds, dazzlingly bright. Bu the air was still cold, and the wind like a knife. It would, as Garth had warned, be a hard day.

The group broke fast with waybread and a potion of Moira’s concoction that gave t hem warmth and energy. The meal finished, they set their direction around the mountain, leaving the south face and heading toward the east.

“This whiteness pains my eyes,” Hawk complained, squinting against the brilliance of the snow.

“I thought you elves were made of sterner stuff,” Wulf jibbed.

“I, too am dazzled by this brightness,” Moira admitted. “This may help some.” She produced a large square of cloth from her pouch and offered it to Hawk.

“A blindfold?” Hawk protested, looking at the sorceress like she was mad.

“A veil, mighty Hawk. It will help block out some of the snow’s brilliance,” she responded with a laugh.

Doubtfully, Hawk tied the cloth over his eyes. To his amazement, the painful glare was eliminated but his vision was unimpaired. “’Tis truly a wonder!” Hawk exclaimed, thanking Moira for her genius and generosity.

Moira handed veils to the rest of the group, Wulf, of course, declined.

By the time they reached the east face of the mountain, night had fallen. With the darkness came the driving snow, the icy wind and the bone numbing cold.

“We can risk a small fire tonight,” Gillian told them. “This face of the mountain is not as closely watched, and there are more trees here, we can put up shelters.”

They combined their blankets and erected a single shelter. After clearing away the snow in the center, a small fire was lit. This night they ate hot food and drank warmed wine. They would rest well tonight, for in the morning they would begin their climb.

As the others were preparing for sleep, Garth stood and wrapped his fur cloak around himself. “I’m going to scout the area, just to make sure there are no surprises.”

“I’ll come with you,” Jarveena announced, donning her heaviest cloak and gathering up the Hart Bow and her quiver.

Still within the trees, but away from the camp, the couple stopped. Garth looked at Jarveena.

“Did Quinn visit you again last night?” The huge warrior asked, his voice surprisingly soft.

“It was but the two of us last night,” Jarveena said, her eyes probing his.

“And tonight? Will he visit you?”

“I do not know, it is always without warning.”

“Then, tonight, let it be Garth that makes you moan with pleasure.” His large hands went to Jarveena’s breeches and began unfastening them.

Naked from the waist down, Jarveena was mindless of the biting cold as her fingers, nimbly, freed her lovers growing cock. She draped one leg over Garth’s hip and Garth lifted her until she was poised above her lovers massive prick.

Leaning her against a tree, Garth slowly lowered Jarveena until the head of his cock was teasing her hot, wet cunt-lips.

“Take me, Garth,” she crooned, “make me moan with the pleasure that you alone can give me.”

Garth brought Jarveena down, impaling her on his erection.

She could feel the head of Garth’s cock stretching her is it drove deeper and deeper inside her. She wrapped her legs tightly around Garth’s torso as their bodies began to move.

Two bodies moved together to the rhythm of the cosmos, perfect rhythm, perfect harmony. Demanding, yielding, thrusting, accepting. Their mouths slid together, their kiss searing, ablaze with desire and passion.

Garth’s powerful hands kneaded the firm flesh of Jarveena’s ass as her drove his cock into her harder and harder.

Jarveena tightened her legs around Garth’s waist and sought to match him stroke for stroke. Her silken thighs moved over Garth’s skin as her, furnace like, cunt engulfed his engorged meat.

Indeed, Garth made Jarveena moan with pleasure and ecstasy as he drove her closer and closer to a shattering climax.

Jarveena’s fingernails raked Garth’s shoulders as her teeth bit into his neck. Her muscles tensed and flexed as her climax neared.

Garth increased the power of his strokes ass he felt Jarveena responding.

With a loud moan of total fulfillment, Jarveena came. Her juices washed over Garth’s pumping cock as her cunt spasmed and every nerve in her body came alive with complete sexual bliss.

Garth continued pounding his massive cock into her, feeling her hot juices flow over him as his balls filled and cried for release. But Garth held back, seeking to bring his woman to another climax before releasing his seed into her eager and hungry pussy.

Jarveena’s moaning was constant, as was the pleasure she was experiencing from her lovers cock. In moments, she felt another orgasm building as Garth’s cock throbbed within her. She knew that he, too, was approaching climax.

Garth’s balls were full and tight, They ached for release. Still he drove into her until he felt her wet cunt begin to spasm again.

The cold night was filled with the throaty sounds of the lovers satisfaction as, together, Garth and Jarveena reached orgasm.

Garth’s cock erupted, filling Jarveena’s hungry body with his hot semen. His cock pules and throbbed as he sent more and more of his seed flowing into her.

Jarveena’s juices flowed like a river, adding to the flood of Garth’s seed, mingling to form the magical elixir that their lovemaking always produced.

As Garth’s cock began to deflate, he lifted Jarveena from his shaft.

Softly, Jarveena protested as Garth set her on her feet. Without a word she sank to her knees and captured Garth’s softening cock. Her warm lips and tongue licked and kissed their juices from it, gathering all she could from his cock and balls. She stood and lifted her face to his.

Their lips met in a searing kiss, and Garth could taste the nectar of their passion on Jarveena’s mouth.

When they had put on their clothing Jarveena looked into Garth’s eyes. She had struggled with her problem and had made up her mind.

“It’s you that I love, Garth. Quinn may visit me, and in a way I love him. I may give him my body, but it is you that has my heart.”

Garth looked at her. His mind may have been troubled, but his hearth knew. “Then I will be happy with that,” he said, “knowing that you are my woman.”

“We’d best be returning to camp,” Jarveena said, taking Garth’s hand.

The dawn broke with the sky filled with the brilliance of the sun, and the land covered with the dazzling brilliance of the snow.

“We begin our climb now,” Gillian announced, retrieving rope and pitons from her pack. “I will lead the way.”

The group began their ascent. Above them loomed the near vertical cliff reaching high into the thinning air.

Gillian was in the lead, followed by Hawk, they would form the first belay, Moira and Wulf the second, while Garth and Jarveena were the third belay.

Should any of the climbers slip, it would be the job of the lower belay to stop their fall. It was the job of the first belay to drive the iron pitons into the rock and make fast the climbing rope.

From a distance it would look like six insects crawling up the rock.

To the climbers, it was the hardest work they had ever done.

Almost half way up, Gillian reached a ledge. She climbed on to and signaled the others that she would help pull them up.

The comrades rested on the ledge with the icy wind whipping over them. The took nourishment in the form of waybread and Moira’s potion.

“I have never felt my muscles so sore,” Moira said, massaging her sore thighs. “Will we reach the top before dark?”

“We should,” Gillian responded, “if we don’t tarry over long here.” She looked upward. “The rest of the way is not as steep, thank the gods.” She too was muscle sore.

Jarveena sat there, a far away look in her eyes. Garth knew that Quinn was speaking to her.

“Before we reach the summit, there will be an opening in the cliff,” Jarveena announced, her voice strangely accented. “It will lead to the Dragon Lord’s keep, but it will be guarded.

Garth placed his hand on Jarveena’s. Her eyes returned to normal and she smiled shyly.

“Quinn?” Garth asked.

Jarveena simply nodded.

“At times,” Garth told himself, “he has his value.”

High above them, in the heart of the mountain, deep within the security of his stronghold, the Dragon Lord reached for his woman.

“Kayla, my queen, come and pleasure your lord and master.” His voice was deep and sonorous, and he had the look of one who was half man, and half dragon.

Kayla looked at his cock, it was that of a dragon; long, thick and covered with black scales. The girth of the Dragon Lord’s mammoth organ was larger than a man’s forearm, the head like that of a large horse. She knew she would never be able to take this into her mouth, much less her cunt. Slowly, Kayla approached her master’s huge cock. Hesitantly she wrapped her hands around it. Her fingers would not touch. She began to move her hands up and down the monstrous shaft. Slowly she moved her hands up and down, gently massaging the massive tower of meat. As her hands moved, she could feel the hard flesh grow warmer and smoother beneath her fingers. Her lord and master was beginning to change again, to once again return to his human aspect.

The Dragon Lord sighed and relaxed as he felt his body changing, and the hands of his woman moving over his rigid shaft.

Kayla bent over this magical cock and placed her lips to the throbbing head. She sealed her lips over the small slit and began to suck.

As the Dragon Lord continued his bodily changes, his cock became, more or less, human size. Even in human form, his cock was huge.

Stretching her mouth, Kayla was able to take more of the bulbous head between her lips. Despite the pain in her jaws, the woman was drawing great pleasure from the way her lord and master responded to her oral ministration.

The Dragon Lord’s hands gently caressed Kayla’s heavy breasts as he basked in her adoration. “Kayla, my queen, your lips are so soft and warm. Let me feel your tongue sweep over my cock.

Kayla obeyed her master, licking the beautiful cock from tip to base and back. She nibbled and kissed the large vein as her lips flicked over the hot flesh of this wondrous cock.

The Dragon Lord leaned back, letting the sensation of Kayla’s skilled mouth flow through him. His great balls began to fill as his excitement grew and grew. “Yes, my queen, you have such a talented mouth, so warm and demanding.” He thrust his pelvis upward, sending the head of his great cock into Kayla’s throat.

A moan of pleasure escaped Kayla’s mouth as her master’s cock moved further into her throat. Her hands moved now, one to cradle and fondle the Dragon Lord’s balls, the other to the hot, dripping slit between her own thighs.

“Yes, Kayla, my sweet, pleasure yourself. Finger your wet cunt. I like to hear you moaning around my cock.”

Kayla’s fingers moved, quickly, in and out of her steaming hole; the wet sounds mingling with the sucking noises from her busy mouth. Over both of these rose the sound of the lovers moaning in total pleasure.

The Dragon Lord could feel his balls filling, growing taught in their hairy sac.

Kayla could feel her own orgasm building as she felt her master’s cock swelling in her hungry, sucking mouth.

They were both close.

Kayla knew that when he came, her mouth and throat would be flooded by his hot, tangy seed. She looked forward to drinking his semen, savoring it’s tart taste and the thick flow of it.

The Dragon Lord, too, looked forward to Kayla’s orgasm, for he knew that her sucking would then grow to a fever pitch, she would eagerly swallow his cock and all his balls held in store for her.
Driven on by her passion for her master, and her flying fingers, Kayla felt herself soaring to new heights of ecstasy. Her juices started flowing like a river as she felt her master’s cock grow and begin to throb, it’s great veins pulsing as his balls became full and tight.

“He’s almost there,” Kayla’s lust fogged mind told her. She took more of the Dragon Lord’s cock into her mouth, letting the great head slip into her throat.

With a roar of draconian magnitude, the Dragon Lord came. His heavy balls spasming, his cock throbbing as it erupted, sending his scalding seed pouring down Kayla’s hungry gullet.

As she felt her master’s first load of semen pour down her throat, Kayla’s own orgasm peaked. It seized her body, making her muscles convulse, her nerve-endings tingle with sensation. Kayla felt the tremendous power of the passion, lust and desire she felt for her Lord and Master. Her juices poured from her spasming cunt, washing over her fingers as her entire body succumbed to the most exquisite torment she had ever experienced.

The Dragon Lord’s body was quacking as he felt Kayla’s mouth sucking him still deeper into her throat. It was as if his cock was being swallowed as his woman accepted both his meat and his seed, eagerly, hungrily.

Their orgasms linger4ed on for long moments, draining their bodies of both energy and passion, until they lay spent. Drawing deep ragged breaths, they rested as their breathing returned to normal.

They rolled apart.

Kayla gazed into the golden eyes of her lord and master, “Did I please you, Master?” she asked, her voice still low and hoarse.

Capturing a pearly drop of semen on his long fingernail, the Dragon Lord smiled and nodded, then brought his finger to Kayla’s lips, offering her the last drop of his nectar.

With a smile, and a quick flick of her tongue, Kayla accepted his gift and savored it. “Thank you, Master.”

Below the summit, the six adventurers reached the opening Quinn had made known to them.

“The shade of the Druid spoke true,” Garth murmured, some resentment in his deep voice.

“Then we know it will be guarded as well,” Gillian cautioned, limbering her bow.

As swiftly as stealth would permit, the group gathered on the small ledge that lay at the opening.

Hawk, having the night vision of the Elves, took the lead, Gillian behind him, an arrow resting across her bowstring. Garth, Soulcatcher in hand, was third, followed by Jarveena and Moira. Wulf brought up the rear, his northman’s axe at the ready.

As they crept along the rocky floor of the passage, they could see dim light flickering against the wall. Some distance ahead of them, the passage curved to the left. Beyond that was the source of the light.

They inched closer, ever watchful for any traps, and any fault in the floor that would reveal their presence, until they could hear the guttural sound of voices from around the curve.

Hawk looked back at his comrades and held up three fingers (three voices), then lay tow fingers, pointed upward, at his chin (Orcs).

Garth nodded his understanding, and agreement, as did the rest of the group.

Gillian nocked an arrow, as did Jarveena.

Moira indicating that magic would be quieter, began conjuration.

When they reached the apex of the curve, Gillian and Jarveena flanked Moira as the three women swept around the curve and Moira cast her spell.

Three Orcs, taken completely by surprise, fell into a deep, sorcerous sleep.

Working quickly and quietly, Hawk slit the Orc’s throats then searched their bodies. Beyond their crude weapons, and a few gold pieces, he found nothing.

The six remained silent, listening for other voices. They heard none, and were able to relax and converse, albeit in the softest of voices.

“Conserve your magic, Moira,” Garth cautioned quietly. “It will be more needed when we meet the Dragon Lord.”

The young mage nodded and took a bite of waybread.

“Sst!” Hawk hissed, beckoning Garth to where he knelt.

The Half-Elf had found a crude map hidden among the meager possessions of the Orc guards.

“It’s this passage,” Hawk said in a whisper, his finger tracing the blurred lines on the map.

Garth nodded as Hawk showed the map to the others.

“I knew there would be a map,” Gillian smiled, “these Orcs are too stupid to follow verbal instructions.”

Suddenly Garth went tense as an alien intelligence entered his mind. He had experienced this only once before, when Soulcatcher had tried and accepted him. The sword was communicating with him.

“There is another sword,” Soulcatcher told him. “My brother blade, Knight’s Bane, also forged in the bowels of dead Atlantis, is in the hands of the Dragon Lord. It is you and I that must face them.”

“We have a problem,” Garth announced, his voice absent of it’s usual stoicism. He turned to Jarveena. “Has Quinn ever mentioned a sword called Knight’s Bane?”

Jarveena shook her head.

Garth made know the sword’s warning. “It will be the task of Soulcatcher and I to meet the Dragon Lord and Knight’s Bane.”

Moira offered a ray of hope, “Perhaps the swords power will be lessened against you. You are not a knight, nor are you sworn to the powers of law, or chaos for that matter.” Moira’s smile, though genuine, was weak as she added, “If the Dragon Lord’s true name has the power to slay him, maybe there will be no need for you to face him sword to sword.”

“I fear him not,” Garth smiled, “I was born into this world only to leave it through death. What I fear is being enslaved.”

This said, the six returned their attention to the map.

“The guards will be stronger and more competent as we approach this chamber,” Gillian placed a slim finger on a spot on the map. “Unless I’m sore mistaken, this chamber would hold the Dragon’s hoard. From here, we can enter the keep, proper.” She shook her head, “would that we had a map of THAT formidable place.

Garth looked at his friends, “We do!” he announced. “Soulcatcher would be drawn to Knight’s Bane like iron to a lode stone. Let the attraction between the swords be our map.”

After partaking of some waybread, and the last of Moira’s “tea” the group set out once more. Garth and Hawk, with the map, in the lead, Jarveena and Gillian behind them. Moira followed with Wulf, again, bringing up the rear.

After they had gone some distance, Hawk stopped and held up his hand. He signaled, four fingers in the air, them two pointed downwards. Goblins, four of them, waited around the next turn.

These would be a more serious foe than stupid Orcs.

Swords in hand, Garth and Hawk rushed around the curve. As Hawk had deduced, four well armed Goblins awaited them, weapons at the ready.

With an animal snarl, the goblins rushed to do battle.

Two arrows whined past Garth’s head and found homes in the throats of two goblins.

Then combat was met as steel clashed against steel, showering sparks over the warriors.

Hawk’s blade met, and parried an overhand stroke, he pivoted on his heel and brought the pommel of his sword crashing into a goblin’s face. The dazed goblin was unable to fend off Hawk’s attack, as the half-elf drove his longsword into, and through, the goblin’s chest.

Garth’s fight took only slightly longer. Soulcatcher through the goblin’s shield, severing his arm at the shoulder. Ignoring the goblins screams of agony, Garth thrust Soulcatcher into the dying goblin's heart. As the creature died, Soulcatcher drank it’s essence, and passed the goblin’s strength into Garth’s body.

Noise ahead signaled the arrival of more goblin guards. Six of the muscular creatures charged from the shadows of the tunnel, brandishing their weapons and snarling as they charged Hawk and Garth.

Arrows from Jarveena and Gillian felled two, as Wulf rushed in to lend his axe to the melee’.

With a mighty swing, Wulf’s axe cleaved a goblin from shoulder to belt.

Hawk, his sword ripping red, thrust his blade into the belly of another goblin, as Soulcatcher drank the soul of one more.

The single goblin left standing was about to take Hawk’s head with an axe, as Gillian, longsword in hand, and a war cry on her lips, joined the fray. Her steel rang like a bell as it came down on the goblin’s helm – only to glance off, leaving him standing.

The goblin, distracted from Hawk, spun around and swung his axe at Gillian’s waist. Only Gillian’s agility saved her from being gutted as she leapt back, feeling the massive axe head graze her leather armor.

As the goblin regained his balance, two swords were driven into his massive body.

Hawk’s blade thrust into the goblin’s neck, while Soulcatcher fed from his chest.

“Search them,” Garth shouted, as Hawk looked to Gillian’s welfare.

“That was a stupid thing to do,” Hawk cried as he lifted the girl to her feet and took her in his arms. “But I thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

“Enough of that!” Garth growled, looking up from a goblin corpse. “See what these things were carrying.”

Wulf, searching what seemed to be the goblin commander, discovered a large key. “Garth, look at this,” he cried.

It was a massive iron key, made to fit a strong and heavy lock.

“That could be the key to the Dragon Lord’s storeroom,” Gillian said, excitement in her voice.

Moira was looking at the map when she suggested they didn’t have much further to go. “From this,” she pointed at the map, “it would appear that the room lay just beyond the next two curves.”

“From this point on,” Gillian warned, “we’ll need to be doubly wary of traps.” She pulled torches from her pack, “but there would be no more guards.”

When the torches had been lit, Garth and Hawk took the lead once more, their way lighted by the dim brands they carried.

In a short time they reached a massive, iron door.

“We’re here,” Hawk said grimly.

“Don’t touch it!” Gillian warned, moving up to inspect the area.

Working very carefully, Gillian was able to neutralize the trap and they unlocked the huge door.

“Something is wrong!” the Dragon Lord said, lifting his head from Kayla’s lap. “I feel a presence in the stronghold.”

“Who could assault this place, Master?” Kayla asked, still groggy from their intense sexual activity, and the deep sleep that followed.

“Fetch me Knight’s Bane,” he commanded, “it’s time to wield this hell sword.”

The Dragon Lord gripped the falchion and slowly drew it from it’s scabbard. As the blade emerged, it began to moan. The black metal of the blade started to pulse with a dark and evil glow.

“My brother is here,” the sword said to the Dragon Lord’s mind. “He has come to destroy us.”

The Dragon Lord was puzzled by this communication. He knew little of the swords great power, still less about it’s origins. He knew only that Knight’s Bane was a sword of great enchantment that had found it’s way into his grasp centuries before.

“Who is your brother?” the Dragon Lord asked aloud.

“I have no brother, Master,” Kayla replied, eyes cast downward.

“Not you, you stupid wench,” he cuffed her aside.

“My brother is The Soulcatcher, and he has come to destroy us,” the sword’s were clear in the Dragon Lord’s mind.

“You brother is another sword?”

“Two of us were forged before the sea swallowed Atlantis. I was consecrated to the darkness, while my brother was given over to the balance. At last we will see which of us is the more powerful.”

“With you in my grasp, no mere human can defeat me,” the Dragon Lord said confidently. He ignored Kayla, weeping in the corner.

The Dragon Lord shifted his form, becoming a half dragon/half man. Knight’s Bane held before him, the Dragon Lord left Kayla in their chambers and entered the passage leading to the storeroom.


The great door swung silently inward. Garth entered first and let his eyes roam over the room. The floor was strewn with treasure. Gold; coin and bullion, jewels of every size shape and color, weapons of the finest quality, richly mounted with gold, silver and gems littered the floor, and in a far corner, an iron bound chest. Seated on the chest, clad in the whitest of robes, sat the shade of Quinn, Arch Druid and the seemingly deathless lover of Jarveena.

“I have been waiting for you, Garth,” the apparition said. “An awesome task awaits you.”

Upon hearing Quinn’s voice, Jarveena rushed into the room, the rest of the group close behind her.

“QUINN!” Jarveena cried, rushing to him, “is it really you?

“No, my sweet Jarveena, this is but my spirit. Would that I could hold you again, but my gods have forbidden it.” The spectral Druid turned to Garth. “You have no reason to be jealous of me, Garth. Jarveena is your woman, not mine. But there is a matter of more immediate import.”

“Soulcatcher’s brother, I know,” Garth said quietly.

“Knight’s Bane was forged after Soulcatcher,” Quinn informed them. “The wizard that consecrated it, quenched the blade in his own blood. Needless to say, he perished in the act. But, Knight’s Bane is the equal of Soulcatcher in all ways, save two. Knight’s Bane has neither the courage, nor the resolve of his brother.”

“Meaning?” Garth asked, a skeptical tone in is voice.

“Meaning,” Quinn went on, “that if the fight looks to be going against the Dragon Lord, Knight’s Bane will quit him as he did years ago when the evil creature was banished to the realm of the dead.”

“Do we have a chance?” Jarveena asked.

The Druid responded, “you have done well so far. Placing his true name on an arrow, this was wisdom. Enchanting the arrow to increase the strength of his name, this too was wisdom. But this will be a fearsome fight, and not all of you will see the ‘morrow. You will all need every bit of strength you can muster, all of your resolve and courage, but you can defeat him. You MUST defeat him.” Quinn turned to Jarveena, “Jarveena, I will hold you in my heart forever,” the shade said softly, then vanished.

Garth took Jarveena in his arms and comforted her.

Hawk look squarely at Gillian, “And why have you come on this quest? I have to know, Gillian.”

“The Dragon Lord slew my whole family,” Gillian gritted her teeth. “I was not two days from my mothers womb when that evil bastard destroyed our village and all it’s inhabitants. All, that is, but me. The Elves took my in and raised me. They schooled me in the ways with bow and sword. It’s time now to make that bastards blood flow as he made the blood of my family flow.”

“And your, ah, vow?” Hawk ventured.

Gillian’s smile softened, “a whim, perhaps. Perhaps I hoped it would let me focus all my energy on what I need to do.” She took Hawk’s hand in hers, “Hawk, my love, should we both survive this, it will be to you that I surrender myself.”

Garth became more alert, Soulcatcher stirred in his grasp. “He’s coming.”

Jarveena nocked the enchanted arrow, as Moira began to conjure a spell to amplify it’s power.

“When you loose, fall back behind us,” Garth instructed. “You can release more shafts as your way becomes clear.”

No sooner was the group ready, than the heavy door next to the chest splintered. Standing in the door way, half man, half dragon, stood the Dragon Lord. Knight’s Bane moaning it’s baleful song, held in his massive fist.

At the sight of him, Jarveena’s blood ran cold and Moira spoke her spell.

“TOTH ARKENATH!” Moira and Jarveena called out together. “I CALL YOUR TRUE NAME!”

The Hart Bow twanged and the ensorcelled arrow buried itself in the Dragon Lord’s chest.

His mighty constitution kept the wound from being fatal, but his blood flowed as Gillian’s shaft drove into his belly.

With an enraged roar, the Dragon Lord charged the men that stood before him.

Wulf, his axe held high rushed forward. As Wulf began his attack, the Dragon Lord feinted to Wulf’s right, causing the Northman’s blow to miss, and throwing him off balance.

Moira cried in anguish as Knight’s Bane’s keen edge slashed across Wulf’s spine, severing it in a shower of blood.

Even as he fell, mortally wounded, Wulf was able to strike one last blow as his mighty axe crashed into the Dragon Lord’s leg.

The creature stumbled, but recovered just in time to parry Garth’s overhand stroke.

When the two swords met, there was a thunderous crash, and a flash if lightning. Combat between two supernatural creatures had been joined. Garth and the Dragon Lords had become little more than observers – observers who’s lives depended upon the outcome.

Hawk dragged Wulf to Moira’s side then rejoined the fight, Gillian right behind him.

Soulcatcher and Knight’s Bane struck each other with a ferocity that was rare and terrifying to behold.

Garth and Soulcatcher seemed to be gaining the upper hand, beating back each of Knight’s Bane’s attack, and pressing the Dragon Lord back toward the vacant doorway.

Only Jarveena caught sight of the naked woman slipping into the room, a longsword in her hand.

Kayla had come to fight beside her master.

As Kayla’s sword point pierced Gillian’s leather armor, an arrow seemed to grow from her eye.

“DIE CUNT!” Jarveena shouted in angry triumph as she watched Kayla’s lifeless body drop to the stone floor.

Blood seeping from her shoulder, Gillian swung her sword at the Dragon Lord’s side with all her strength. The keen edge struck beneath one of his scales and sliced through the thick hide. More blood flowed.

With a howl of pain, the Dragon Lord glanced toward this new threat.

Gillian stood unafraid.

Taking advantage of his foe’s momentary lapse, Garth drove Soulcatcher into the Dragon Lord’s body just beneath his upraised left arm.

With a moan of ecstasy, Soulcatcher feasted on the life essence of the vanquished Dragon Lord.

As Knight’s Bane felt the Dragon Lord’s life force ebbing, the sword vanished, fleeing back to it’s own plane of existence rather than face Soulcatcher.

“I leave you now, Garth, for I must pursue my brother. Seek you a matched sword and dagger among the evil one’s loot. They will serve you well until I return.” Soulcatcher was bidding Garth farewell. “Goodbye my brave friend.”

The sword’s words ringing in his mind, Garth watched the great black sword vanish from sight.

It was silent in the treasure room. The Dragon Lord and his queen lay dead, their blood mingling on the stone floor.

“He’s dead,” Moira said sadly, Wulf’s head resting in her lap.

“His death wasn’t wasted, Moira,” Garth assured her, “he died as he wanted, in combat.”

“He bought us the time we needed to mount an attack,” Hawk added. “Without his sacrifice, we’d all likely be dead now.”

Garth searched the hoard until he found the weapons Soulcatcher had told him to seek. They were truly magnificent. The sword, it’s pommel set with a huge emerald, was fit for a king. The grip was of the most supple leather, wound with mythril wire. The blade was like a razor on both edges, with gold and silver chasing covering the cross guard. The companion weapon was a dagger, identical to the sword in all aspects save size. The dagger, however, was a full cubit in length.

Moira studied the weapons and nodded. “I sense great magic in both weapons, but I get no feeling of intelligence as I did from Soulcatcher,” she observed.

With his new weapons strapped on, Garth felt whole again. “We need to see our comrade on his trip to Valhalla,” he said.

Moira shook her head, “up here, in the snow,” she insisted. “It would feel more like his homeland. “

The group agreed, and Wulf’s body was wrapped in his cloak and carried to the inner bailey of the keep. There, in the snow, a pyre was built and Wulf’s body laid upon it. His helm at his feet, and his axe resting on his chest.

As they watched the flames illuminating the night sky, all knew they had seen the Valkyries taking Wulf’s shade into Woden’s Great Hall.

Back in the store room, the group was gathering as much loot as they could.

Jarveena stood alone, contemplating the dagger that Quinn had given her. “I need not carry this any longer,” she said softly, and drove the blade into the Dragon Lord’s lifeless heart.

“Thank you, my sweet Jarveena,” Quinn’s voice caressed her mind, “now we are both free.”




The five of them sat around a table in the Longsword Inn. They had been drinking and toasting Wulf, and each other, for several hours. Only Moira remained completely sober, mourning the death of her lover.

“What will you do with your share, Hawk?” Jarveena asked, comfortable with Garth’s arm around her shoulder.

“I think I can finally hang up my sword. I may even buy this place,” the half elf announced. “If I can find a partner I can trust, that is.”

Her arm bandaged, Gillian leaned over and whispered in Hawk’s ear. “Wouldn’t keeping my promise to you prove that I could be trusted?”

“Well, we’ll see you in the morning,” Hawk said, gaining his feet and dragging Gillian after him.

Even with the door closed, Hawk and Gillian could still hear the laughter of their comrades, but they didn’t care.

They literally tore each others clothes off in their rush to get at each others body. Naked, they moved together, their mouths joining in a fevered kiss of blazing passion and pent up desire.

Wrapped in each others arms, their lips still sealed together, they fell onto the bed.

Hawk slid down Gillian’s warm body. His lips and tongue leaving a wet trail on her soft skin as Hawk licked and kissed his way lower. Until his lips caressed the downy hair covering Gillian’s virginal slit.

Gillian’s fingers wrapped in Hawk’s hair as she urged him to make her hot and ready for him.

The half elf pressed his lips to Gillian’s wet cunt, his tongue flicking back and forth over her swelling clitoris.

As Gillian’s excitement grew, her juices flowed onto Hawk’s waiting tongue.

They tasted sweet.

“Please, my love. Take me now, make me your woman,” Gillian urged, her voice hoarse with lust.

Hawk moved up over her as Gillian opened her long legs in invitation. The head of Hawk’s stiff cock brushed over Gillian’s cunt lips, they were hot and wet. She was ready. Hawk moved slowly, gently, teasing Gillian’s clit with his cock-head, easing it into the vestibule of Gillian’s cunt, then waiting.

“Now, Hawk, now,” Gillian moaned, raising her knees to open her thighs even wider. Her hands gripped Hawk’s ass cheeks as she tried to pull him into her.

Hawk felt Gillian’s maidenhead resist him for an instant before yielding to the welcome invasion of his cock.

Gillian cried out in pain, then pleasure, as Hawk’s cock filled her hungry cunt.

There was neither shyness nor clumsiness as the two lovers bodies began to move together in the timeless rhythm of passion.

Gillian’s teeth sank into Hawks shoulder, her fingernails raked his back.

Hawk responded by driving his cock into her harder and faster, urging her closer and closer to orgasm. As he slammed his cock into Gillian’s eager cunt, he could feel his balls filling, growing tight as he too, neared climax. Hawk’s hands held Gillian’s ass as he pounded his cock into her with savage ferocity.

Passion, too long pent up, exploded within Gillian’s body as she met Hawk’s furious thrusts, taking him deep in her tight, hot, soaking cunt.

Together the two lovers soared over the crest as their bodies spasmed in the embrace of monumental orgasms.

Hawk’s cock erupted, flooding Gillian’s hungry pussy with his hot seed.

Gillian’s juices ran like a river, washing over Hawk’s throbbing cock.

Their mingled nectar overflowed Gillian’s cunt to run down the crease of her ass cheeks and puddle on the tangled bedclothes.

Bathed in sweat, the lovers lay together for long moments. Both were drained, their breathing ragged, and their hearts racing madly.

“Was I worth the wait?” Gillian asked, her voice soft and low.

Hawk looked at her, drinking in her eyes, her soft lips, her disheveled hair. “I would have waited for you all of my life, if I could spend but the last moments of it making love to you.”

Their lips met in a lover’s kiss, fraught with smoldering desire and satiated passion.

“It’s quiet up there,” Garth said over the rim of his ale jack.

Jarveena’s hand snaked it’s way over Garth’s muscular thigh until her fingers found his crotch. His cock was swelling beneath her fingers.

Moira looked sad as she spoke, “you two must excuse me, but it’s been so long since I’ve been alone, I think I’ll just sit down here and drink.”

Jarveena looked at Garth, the idea was mutual, and Jarveena gave it voice. “Why don’t you join us, Moira. If all you want to do is sleep, then at least you won’t be alone.”

The young sorceress’ eyes brightened, she still had friends, and more than friends. “Thank you,” she said softly, “I’d like that.”

Garth paid the innkeeper, and the three of them walked up the stairs. Garth, flanked by two beautiful women, his arms around their waists.

“Lucky bastard,” the innkeeper groused, picking up the gold coins from the table.

As the three of them prepared for bed, it was Moira that made the overture.

“Would you mind if we did more than sleep tonight?” she asked, slowly unlacing her bodice.

Jarveena looked at Garth, they both smiled. “Moira,” Jarveena said, “if you hadn’t asked, I would have.”

Without further words, the women began to undress. With slow, sinuous movements they revealed their beautiful bodies. A little at a time they presented themselves to Garth’s hungry eyes, until they stood before him in all their naked glory.

“Lay back, my love,” Jarveena whispered, “and let us take you.”

The women undressed Garth, tossing his clothing into a far corner. He stretched out on the bed as the two women approached him. Jarveena straddled his loins, while Moira moved aside his face.

The women leaned forward and began to kiss and explore each other. Their hands roamed over one another, fondling breasts, teasing nipples, caressing soft flesh.

With agonizing slowness, Jarveena lowered herself onto Garth’s rigid cock. She could feel the great head brush past her soft pubic hair and part the hot, wet, petals that were her cunt lips.

Moira slid her pussy over Garth’s mouth, feeling his tongue as it moved over her throbbing clitoris.

Garth groaned as Jarveena’s tight cunt slid down his straining cock, engulfing it in a wet velvet glove. Jarveena’s inner muscles flexed as she stroked his cock with her pussy.

Moira’s mouth met Jarveena’s and the women kissed with a strong passion. Their hands moved over one another as they felt, fondled and caressed.

Garth’s tongue delved into Moira’s dripping cunt, tasting her sweet juices as they flowed from her steaming slit. His hands gripped Jarveena’s ass cheeks as he began thrusting himself into her with hard, fast strokes. He could feel her body responding as she neared orgasm, her pussy spasming and clutching at Garth's driving cock.

Throwing her head back, Jarveena came with a rare intensity, her juices flowing over Garth’s cock, washing it with her hot, thick nectar.

Moira, too, was near her peak. Her body trembled as her orgasm coursed through her, causing her muscles to quiver and her nerve endings to tingle. She felt Garth’s tongue as he lapped up her wetness, driving her even higher over the crest of her climax.

Both women were bathed in sweat as Garth shifted their positions. Jarveena was placed on her back, Moira, on her hands and knees, knelt between Jarveena’s still trembling thighs.

Moira knew what was expected of her, and she welcomed it with her whole being.

Garth knelt behind Moira, his hands on her soft ass cheeks. His cock, still rock hard and hungry, slid down her ass crease until the massive head slipped between her wet, pouting cunt lips. “Now, Moira, pleasure Jarveena,” he said thrusting his raging cock into the young sorceress’ hot, waiting cunt.

Moira gasped with pleasure and buried her face in Jarveena’s steaming pussy.

Jarveena grabbed Moira’s head and held her tight against her hungry cunt. She moved her pussy slowly over Moira’s mouth as the sorceress’ tongue flicked over Jarveena’s swollen clitoris.

Moira tormented and teased Jarveena’s clit before she sucked it between her teeth and gently nibbled.

Garth pounded his cock into Moira’s tight pussy, feeling his heavy balls slap against her clit as he drove into her deep enough to bump the mouth of her womb.

Moira’s moans were muffled by Jarveena’s pussy, but they were moans of total ecstasy as Garth’s cock filled her and drove her toward her second orgasm.

For her part, Jarveena responded to Moira’s lips and tongue, rewarding her with her hot juices – juices that Moira drank up eagerly.

The women came at the same time, their cunts spasming flowing like long dammed rivers, their bodies quaking and moans of complete bliss escaping their throats.

Garth, his balls full and tight, felt his own release as his hot semen poured into Moira’s waiting cunt. He kept pounding his gushing cock into Moira’s flooded pussy until his balls were empty.

Jarveena came for a third time as Moira continued sucking her pussy, until all three collapsed in a sweating heap of trembling, glistening flesh.

Tiredness and mead combined to make Garth’s cock deflate quickly as it slipped from Moira’s clutching cunt. “You two enjoy yourselves,” Garth said. “I’m too tired to participate any further this night.” With that, the warrior rolled off of the women’s bodies and lay back to sleep.

Smiling, Moira returned her mouth to Jarveena’s sweet pussy, sending new waves of pleasure through the woman’s body and bringing pleasured gasps from her throat.

“Moira,” Jarveena said, her voice hoarse and low. “Let me drink my lovers seed from you.”

The sorceress shifted about to bring her dripping cunt to Jarveena’s lips.

Like a starving woman, Jarveena sucked Garth’s semen from Moira’s cunt, savoring it and drinking it down like good wine.

Moans and sucking sounds filled the room, along with the steady buzz of Garth’s snoring, as the women devoted themselves each to pleasuring the other. They went on like this, each achieving orgasm after shattering orgasm, until they were both too exhausted to continue.

One on either side of Garth’s sleeping bulk, they fell into a deep sleep.

“That price is outrageous!” Gillian exclaimed as the innkeeper stated a figure. “I’m the one that brought in the business, not you, and surely not your food.”

“I’m not the one that asked for a price, Gillian,” The innkeeper shrugged. “It was you that asked me!”

“This is getting nowhere,” Hawk said, stepping between the two before blows were exchanged. “We’ll give you two gold bars and not an ounce more.”

The innkeeper was surprised that the half-elf was willing to pay that much. While it was less than hr had demanded, it was still more than he expected to be offered.

“That includes all of your present inventory though,” Gillian added, as if to have the last word.

“My friends,” the innkeeper beamed, “you have just bought yourselves an inn.”

With a show of reluctance, Gillian took the innkeepers hand, then Hawk did the same and the deal was done.

Hawk took two bars of gleaming metal and placed them on the bar.

“I still think the price was too high,” Gillian whispered, “but I’m proud to be your partner in this, and everything else we share.” She kissed him on the cheek, then grabbed the keys from the, former, innkeeper’s belt.

When Garth, Jarveena and Moira came downstairs to break their fast, they were startled to see Gillian serving, and Hawk behind the bar.

“What’s this?” Garth roared. “Have you bought this dive already?”

Hawk’s proud grin confirmed the fact.

“In that case, I’ll need to have the brewer I deal with send some of his ale this way. That swill you tap is worse than dragon piss.” The big warrior was laughing as he said it.

The five of them sat around the center table discussing their plans for the future, plans that the Dragon Lord’s treasure would help finance.

“I think I might enlarge Preston’s,” Garth mused. “Might even add a guild hall.”

“Thinking of taking over the Mercenaries Guild?” Hawk asked.

“Aye, that I am. And it’s something you might consider. There’s work a-plenty in this area, as the is in Kal-sorak.” Garth suggested.

“Kaladur will have to be rebuilt first, the Dragon Lord did a lot of damage to both the structures and the resolve of the people,” Moira said, peering over her flagon of tea.

Jarveena smiled at Gillian and Hawk, “you two are heroes now. Part of the group that avenged the towns plight. That should stand you in good stead until you can build the Longsword’s business back up.”

After spending the morning obtaining horses and a wagon, Garth, Jarveena and Moira bid their farewells to Hawk and Gillian. In the sadness of parting, the three headed toward Kal-sorak, and what ever awaited them there.

The sign on the door said ‘Preston’s.’ In the large common room a tall gaunt figure sat waiting at a corner table. His eyes were haunted and his face bore hideous burn scars, He waited for the return of the sellsword, Garth.