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  Nella turned around and Pol met her for a kiss. She fumbled with his belt and breeches while he fumbled with the laces of her dress. Her breasts fell free at the same moment his cock did.

  Nella pushed his hands away from her chest, and devoured him with a fierce insistence. When she couldn’t manage his entire length on the first go, she brought her hands to work the rest of him, bobbing her head in an effort to take him all. After a while, Pol began to pull away from her and she moaned in frustration as he left her mouth, her task uncompleted.

  Pol climbed to his feet, dragging Nella to her knees, and she grasped him in one small hand, considering the size and thickness of his erection.

  “I’ve really been missing out living on this farm,” she said. “Pa might have to fend for himself, soon.”

  She licked down his shaft, stroking it with one hand as she reached the bottom, then sucking each of his balls into her mouth in turn.

  It was Pol’s turn to moan now, and when he did, Nella giggled with delight and slurped him back between her lips. Pol tucked his hands behind her head and held her in place, thrusting himself deeper into her throat, until she gagged and pulled away. Pol’s cock was slick with her saliva, and a fair amount of it had run down her chin and onto her chest, causing her breasts to gleam.

  “I need you now, Pol Burr,” said Nella. She stood up and undid her handkerchief, letting her long blonde hair cascade down her back. She found a pile of hay, and collapsed backwards on top of it. She undid the laces on her dress, discarded the corset, and spread her legs wide.

  “I need you here.”

  Pol did not want for much more encouragement than that. He stumbled across the barn to her, his breeches tripping him up until he escaped them. He kissed her, and she forced her tongue into his mouth. He could feel one of her hands working on her folds between them, and the other grabbed him by his cock, dragging him closer, but he resisted a little.

  Nella broke their lips and gave a pouty little moan, and the second she did, he plunged inside her, changing the tone of the moan considerably.

  She was unbelievably tight around him, her warm folds gripping him like the nicest vise he’d ever been caught in. He almost lost it then and there, but he rode the wave and managed to get his control back.

  He went slow after that. He kissed her left breast, then pulled the small pink nipple into his mouth, pinching it between his teeth, causing Nella to call out a little. His slow pumps were not being met with much response, and he guessed that she was used to the type of man that expected to have sex with a plank. He altered the angle of his thrust a little, and was rewarded when Nella began to move her hips slightly.

  “That,” he said, encouraging her to do more. “Just like that.”

  Their tempo began to escalate, and Nella worked one hand through the hair on the back of his head while the other clenched his ass. Pol switched his attentions to her other breast, and she began to gasp and writhe, sending delicious sensations down his cock as she wriggled with him inside her.

  “No farmboy has ever lasted this long,” she moaned.

  “If I was a farmboy, I don’t think I would’ve either,” said Pol. “You’re incredible.”

  Her eyes searched his for the truth, thinking he was mocking her. When she found nothing, she pulled his head in for a kiss again.

  Their coupling had hit a plateau, with Pol pulling almost all the way out of her and then forcing himself into her as far as he could go, but Nella wrapped her legs around his, restricting how far he could remove himself.

  “Faster,” she whispered into his ear. “I like how you fill me.”

  He increased his pace and was rewarded with a series of “ohs” from Nella at the end of each stroke. The hand on his ass found its way to her clit, as Nella helped herself along.

  She came with a violence, her moans choking off as she quivered in silence. The contractions of her pussy pushed Pol, still pumping away, near the edge.

  “I’m going to cum,” he told her.

  “Well,” said Nella, panting as she worked her way through the end of her orgasm. Her hand was still working her clit, building her towards a third one. “Unless there’s an engagement ring at the end of this, it’d better be on my belly.”

  Pol pulled out of her, his cock covered with her juices, and knelt between her legs, stroking himself as she did the same to her clit. They locked gazes, and Nella bit her bottom lip. Her free hand played with her right nipple.

  “Oh, fuck,” swore Pol, unable to watch the buxom blonde beauty play with herself any further and maintain his composure. His first spurt went across her dress and belly button, the sudden heat catching Nella a little by surprise. She dropped her gaze to watch him explode, as the second and third spurts climbed higher each time. When a fourth rope of cum landed across her left breast, coating the nipple in hot white glaze, she came again, rubbing herself like her life depended on it.

  The sight of Nella quaking through her orgasm only served to prolong Pol’s. Another spurt covered Nella’s other breast and Pol gasped, stroking out the remains over her belly.

  “Oh,” said Nella. She placed both hands on her head, elbows together, her breasts lifting and squeezing together as she did. She looked down her sticky chest, then scooped one finger through the cum.

  “I think you earned a horse, Pol Burr,” she said, pulling her finger into her mouth.

  Pol grinned. A movement by the door of barn caught his attention and he looked up into Kiera’s deep green eyes. She looked at Pol, wearing no pants, and Nella, her dress a thin rumpled band across her waist. Then her eyes dropped to Pol’s still turgid cock.

  Before she could say a thing, Pol shook his head.

  “No?” asked Nella, not understanding.

  “Not the horse in the corner stall,” he said. Kiera glanced over, catching sight of Brady. “He’s too fine an animal. I’ve barely given half his value.”

  “Oh? Well, what’ll you do to make the difference?” asked Nella. She stroked a finger through the mess on her stomach.

  “You’ll just have to see,” said Pol. He lifted one of her legs into the air, kissing at the side of her heel, then down her skin towards her thighs. Nella moaned as he brushed up against her pussy again, then gasped as his tongue slipped along her folds.

  Kiera made her way towards the back stall, glancing over her shoulder to check that Nella hadn’t seen her yet. As quietly as she could manage, she found Brady’s stall and his saddle and bridle and went about making him ready for travel. When she was done, she snuck a glance around the stall, and saw Pol was pumping his fingers in and out of Nella’s pussy while the girl bit his shoulder. Kiera ducked back, her cheeks burning and her breath coming a little heavy. She tried to take a moment to compose herself, but the image of Pol’s cock came unbidden to her mind, and her nipples hardened under her smock.

  She pulled on Brady’s reins, and the carthorse stepped forward, following her a little faster than she would have liked.

  Pol was cradling Nella’s head to him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders while his fingers plunged in and out of her cunt as hard as he could manage. He was murmuring in her ear.

  Nella’s head rolled back.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh—” She caught sight of Kiera, midway in the process of leading Brady out of the barn.

  “What the fuck?!” she screamed.

  Kiera leapt into Brady’s saddle. Nella pushed Pol off her, and rolled around in the hay, trying to pull her dress up at the same time she tried to scramble across the barn to her discarded crossbow.

  “C’mon, Pol!” shouted Kiera.

  With a clipped shout of “sorry,” Pol bounded to his feet, pulling his breeches up to his waist with one hand and scurrying across the barn like a rat that’d just realized the cat was prowling in the rafters. Kiera grabbed his outstretched arm and slung him into the saddle behind her.

  She dug her heels into Brady’s flanks, and to her surprise the carthorse took off, breaking past Nell
a fumbling to load and recrank the crossbow.

  Pol wrapped his arms around Kiera to keep from falling off. He glanced back as they came out of the barn and Kiera steered Brady towards the road and where Blade was tied up.

  Nella appeared, any last attempt to make herself decent apparently subsumed by her rage, her bare breasts and dress sleeves bouncing as she sprinted after them. She paused, raising the crossbow to her shoulder and taking aim.

  “Faster,” said Pol. “Faster!”

  “Get down!” Kiera shouted at him, hunching down in the saddle, her head tucked alongside Brady’s neck.

  Pol hugged himself close to her just in time to hear the twang of the bowstring as the crossbow released its tension and the whistle of the bolt echoing in his ear. He felt a breeze on his left cheek as the projectile passed just over his shoulder, skittering across the road in front of them.

  “Vash damn it, Pol!” Kiera shouted at him, once they’d retrieved Blade and escaped the farm for the safety of the woods.

  “What?” asked Pol. “I thought that was pretty good.”

  “Pretty good? Pretty good?” thundered Kiera. “Are you thinking exclusively of the part where you had a buxom farm girl moaning over your big cock, or are you factoring in the part where we added horse theft to robbery and assaulting a knight on our list of crimes and the part where we almost got killed by that same buxom farm girl’s crossbow?”

  Pol stared at her.

  “Well, we have another horse, no one died, and, yes, I thought Nella was very sweet, all things considered.”

  “Vash damn, you’re an idiot.”

  “I am not. We needed another horse, and we got one. Would I rather we hadn’t been caught at it? Sure. But we were. That’s all happened, and there’s nothing to do for it save go on.

  “And besides,” he added. “It’s a bit exciting isn’t it?”

  “You mean the part where you’re plowing peasants?”

  “No, I mean, the part where we got caught, got shot at, and yet we’re here, alive and well. It’s like a fairy tale story, in a way.”

  “Kili’s beard, how did I let myself get wrapped up with you?” said Kiera. She she stalked away from him, cursing, then stared off into the woods. Finally she turned back, grabbing Brady’s reins and leading him over to Pol.

  “Well, as long as we have the second horse, you’d better learn to ride him,” she said.

  It took Pol a bit of help and a couple of tries to get into the saddle. And once he did, he held the reins in his hands, looking at Kiera for guidance.

  “If you want him to go left, you pull left,” she explained. “Go right, pull right. Go forward, you give him a kick, and whip the reins a little. To stop, draw back on them and say, ‘whoa.’”

  She patted Brady’s neck.

  “He’ll do most of the work anyhow. You’re just clever baggage. Ready?”

  “Ready,” he said.

  Pol gave Brady an experimental kick, and the horse took off. Pol started screaming “whoa” to no avail.

  “Pull on the damned reins!” shouted Kiera, and Pol managed to do that, drawing Brady to a halt. He experimented with a gentler kick this time, and Brady stepped forward.

  “Good, good,” said Kiera. She mounted Blade, steering the warhorse along Pol’s far less impressive steed. “I’ll set the pace. We’ll go slow. I’m not sure how many miles this nag has in him, and we’ll have to stay to the woods since we’re twice wanted.”

  “Okay,” said Pol. Kiera rode ahead of him, and to his surprise, Brady followed mostly of his own accord.

  “Kiera, can I ask you something?” he said after a moment.

  “Sure,” she said.

  “You think my cock is big?”

  “I—” Kiera paused, and for the first time, Pol saw her speechless, even unsure of how continue, her confidence robbed for an instant. The back of her neck flushed with color.

  But it was not to be for long.

  “Shut up, Pol,” she said.

  Chapter 2

  When Korth the Grim died, he left behind twenty children by six different wives. By the time the Sky Dragon Clan had gathered to choose a new chief, only two were left, Varomar and his sister. Varomar had declined to stand for chief. In gratitude, his sister had named him Clan Warmaster. And let him keep his life.

  “Don’t you yearn for the chief’s circlet?” Iandra asked him from her position draped across his lap.

  Varomar shook his head.

  “I am built for fighting, not clan politics,” he told her. He wasn’t wrong. Varomar was built like a mountain, blessed with the height natural to Korth’s line, his tattooed body rippling with muscle. His long hair was tied back in a braid that ran down nearly to his waist and, like all warriors of the Dragon Clans, he was naked save for his dragon jade jewelry—a necklace, bands around his biceps and thighs, a belt.

  No Dragon Clan would be caught dead in clothes or armor. Vash the Sky Dragon sent her children into the world naked, so there was no need for modesty, and suits of steel showed only that you were afraid of death. No warrior of the Clans feared death, for they were made of it. Varomar chief among them.

  Iandra was a close second. Her dark hair was cut so short it stood on end, and Varomar rubbed his thumb through the densely bristled mess. On her collarbone was a tattoo of a falcon in mid-plunge, her personal emblem, the design marked on all the raiders under her command by the Clan’s skincarvers. They were Olene’s most trusted and feared warriors. After Varomar, of course.

  “You’re built for many things beyond fighting,” said Iandra, pulling his cock upright. It ran the entire length of her face, from her chin to her hairline, and was about as thick as her wrist.

  “A cock does not qualify to lead,” he rumbled. “Not even the largest.” An advantage of the Clans’ culture was that Varomar knew precisely where he stood in relation to other men.

  Iandra bent her head, taking him into her mouth. Varomar groaned as her lips enveloped him, the wet heat of her mouth invading his other senses. She pushed down his length, trying and failing to take him more than halfway.

  “Don’t you think that would feel better if I were sucking the chief’s cock?” asked Iandra.

  “I think if I were to so much as hint as wanting to be chief, you’d whisper it in my sister’s ear and she’d order that, next time you visited my tent, you were to slit my throat.”

  “See?” said Iandra, rising from the cushions of the tent floor. “You would have made a fine chief.”

  Varomar grabbed her ankle.

  “Where are you going?” he asked.

  “Away,” said Iandra.

  “I’m not done with you,” he said.

  Iandra kicked his hand away, but he grabbed her ankle with his other hand, sending her twirling to the ground.

  Varomar crawled quickly to his knees, and Iandra spun hard, twisting out of his grasp and kicking him across the jaw.

  He laughed at her, grabbing both her ankles in his hands, dragging her back to him. She sent a fist flying towards his head and he captured it in one large hand, twisting her around until she was lying on her chest. He pinned her legs under his own, then folded her arms behind her back, Iandra fighting him the entire time.

  His cock rested in the cleft of her ass, and Varomar rubbed it back and forth. Iandra hissed at him, and he felt her press back against him, trying to shift herself when his cock slipped lower.

  “You bloodied my lip,” he said. He pressed one hand to his lips, then dipped the fingers in front of Iandra’s eyes so she could see the bright red stain.

  “If you’re just going to tease me, Warmaster, you deserve it.”

  “I’ve no mind for teasing,” said Varomar, growling into her ear. He reached down between his legs, handling himself, then pressing low, until the head of his cock pressed into Iandra’s pussy.

  She struggled again, but this time it was at the shock of accommodating the monster pressing into her. Iandra shuddered and gasped, biting hard into
a cushion just in front of her mouth.

  “Oh, yes, Warmaster!” she moaned.

  Varomar started slow, easing out of her before pushing back into her hard. Iandra grunted as his impressive length and girth filled her. He let go of her arms, finding a cushion and slipping it under her hips. With the new angle, Varomar could slam into her with all his strength, his hands bracing her hips as he drove into her pussy. Iandra had folded a hand down under her groin, and Varomar could feel her tightening around him as she played with herself. He pressed his thumb between the cheeks of her ass, playing with the puckered hole, making Iandra writhe under him.

  “Warmaster?” came a call from outside his tent.

  Varomar roared in frustration at the disturbance.

  “What?!”

  “You said you wished to be notified as soon as our scouts saw the other chiefs arriving.”

  “Don’t stop, Warmaster,” said Iandra. His pace had slowed at the scout’s report.

  “Hold there! I’ll be but a moment,” Varomar shouted at the tent flap. He leaned down over Iandra, pressing himself onto her until they were skin to skin. His thrusts resumed the thunderous pace he’d set earlier, and Iandra grunted and groaned as he fucked her, encouraging him in his efforts.

  Iandra turned her head to look up at him, her mouth open, her eyes heavy lidded as she watched his face, the hand tucked between her and the cushion shaking her body.

  “Only a moment?”

  “A moment will be enough,” Varomar growled at her.

  He plunged as deep as he could into her, his own grunts echoing hers, his cock pulsing inside her as his cum streamed out of him, filling her pussy. Iandra groaned, feeling it pour into her, both of them shuddering in turn. When it was over, Varomar pulled away, rising unsteadily to his feet, then found a skin of water. He took a sip, then poured some onto his face and cock. He sealed the skin back up, tossing it into the cushions beside Iandra.