He pushed her into a low prostrated position that she naturally slumped into. He kicked back the hem of her dress and exposed her pale soft white ass like a bar wench. With a thump, he fell onto his knees around her. His knees straddled hers as she sat low under him, and his belly cover most of her back. He pulled her bottom up so he could push in his length.
I watched it as he pushed into her ass. For a moment, my supine wife didn’t react as he tried to buggered her with his huge lengthy cock. Once the head popped in she screeched. “Garec!!”
I almost teared up hearing her call my name. I was never sure where or when she went during her lucid states, but I was heart warmed by the knowledge I was there with her.
The big black brute fucked her fiercely reveling in her tightness I’m sure, and jammed his whole length into her mercilessly. He kept Flarni mostly still as he fucked into her. It wasn’t hard she was heavily dosed and would’nt be active till much later in the day. His massive arms came down like columns around her. She bucked uselessly against him from his own momentum as she was taken by his impaling rod.
“Witch! Witch!” I was started by panicked calls. Looking over I saw an odd sight that was both puzzling and horrific.
In the place of the short dusky brunette stood a smaller blond woman. She looked around with an odd grin and was short and voluptuous, perhaps only five feet tall. She wore what appeared to be black Safi leather from neck to toe. Her hair, face, and mouth were coated with sperm from the men around her. The passed out men lay in a circle around her.
She was accused by three frantic men with their pants down. The men were yelling in a panic about her killing people. I looked closer at the men at her feet and noticed that no one would lay so still without pants in the snow for too long. The men she had been taking were laying eerily still. I got an immediate sinking feeling that there was a monster, or something among us.
I looked to Flarni and was relieved the man was taking notice and quit his abuse.
The two men by the tall women moved in to investigate. As soon as they pushed their victim away and walked toward the woman, the Amazon had a short sword out and swung for their backs.
The men both fell with little noise as she sliced across their necks from behind. The blonde woman advanced then sped into a sprint before jumping up and onto the three men who had started to flee for the horses. As she landed on the first man, a thin slightly curved sword grew from thin air into her hands and she cut away the man’s life as he fell back into his friends. The tall black haired woman jumped into the pile and when the women stood and walked away the men were crumpled and slaughtered with looks of surprise still on their faces.
The pair paced along and came up to me. They were unabashed in their nude bloody appearances. They advanced on the big man who stood before my wife. He had gotten an ax in his large hands. Next to him, it seemed a hatchet, I would have had to use both hands if I had wielded it.
“Stop! I got money, lots of money!” He shouted. The two women barely paused as they continued forward. “Don’t you cunts want money?”
The man moved first and swung for the tall one. He seemed to move at half speed as he brought his weapon down. In the time it took for him to take a chop and utterly miss, she casually stepped out of the way as the small one finished with her slash behind him.
He fell without any more than a single gout of blood spewing forth as his knees hit the ground, though it was obvious he had been sliced deeply.
The two women seemed to have a silent conversation of what to do next. Their eyes fell on me, and my wife. The tall woman stepped to untie me, and the other seemed to shift becoming taller, thinner, and lighter with darker waist length black hair.
The instant the tall one moved back, I ran in and grabbed Flarni. I ran as far as we could in the snow tumbling over banks and getting exhausted with every step. I pulled Flarni to a hiding spot behind a dip in the earth. It was foolish, but I wanted my life back. I knew that bandits like these would be followed by all manner of cavalry and adventures. These women were nothing but trouble. They killed a man by sucking his cock. They nearly killed me!
It didn’t take too long for the two to follow my frenzied flight. The shorter woman took one look at us before she turned and left the taller woman to deal with us. She stalked off moving much more easily in the snow and collected the scattered horses.
I couldn’t help but feel nervous as the tall one walked over with all I’d seen. “Who are you?” I gasped while trying to stand tall covering Flarni.
“Calm down. We are friends. We are on our way to Mavvus like you.” She moved along to the side trying to be non-threatening. “Would you like to continue your journey with us?”
“I think we should report this.” I sputtered. “Bandits are never this far in Menthino. Looking at them, they seemed dirty and haggard. They likely were driven to desperation.”
“You know of them?” She asked eyeing me again with more consideration.
I had to take a step back to really look at her. She still stood exposed, her short green robe was open and her breasts and pussy were quite visible. She seemed to invite my eyes and seemed completely unconcerned. “I am an official with the court, I demand to know who you are.” I said trying to sound as confident and fearsome as possible. She didn’t need to know I was just moved to working in records as a scribe.
“I am Metacari, and she is Mara.” She indicated the shape shifter who by now had rounded up several horses. “We are going to Mavvus. You will be safe if you come with us. The horses have food. It will be enough for us as we travel.”
“My wife…” I didn’t know what to say. ‘My wife is an addict with special needs I provide and will become dizzy on a horse?’ “I will handle my wife but I must get her medicine…” I hate using that word. Flarni started it years ago much to my annoyance, and now I sound just as enfeebled. I gently got Flarni moving again and we moved back to the rode and the carriage.
Unsettlingly, ‘Metacari’ walked back over to the carriage following us. “Good come along. We can travel much faster now.” She eyed me as she said this and I didn’t like the look.
I found and snatched up our luggage. I noted that ours was the only luggage in the carriage. I got my wife out of the cold snow, and I found a blanket for her to stand on. I realized then that one of her slippers was gone. After a quick search, I found it under the snow. I also found a book. It seemed like the property of the bandits so I wanted to keep it in hopes of helping find out how this group got so deep into the lands and remained on the loose.
I grabbed a horse and hurried back over to Flarni. She was in as presentable a shape as she could manage. Her ripped dress threatened to fall off from many rips and holes. She looked like waif, so vulnerable to the treacherous world that threatened her soft fragile body.
“Here let’s change. Did you bring another riding dress?” Of course she didn’t answer, so I looked and found her favorite dress, a woolen grey plush dress that she snuggled in when she was in our lounge. It reminded me of Lafaust, hopefully we could return soon.
“Well we can at least take this back with us huh Flarni?” I tried to get a smile.
We went through our clothing ritual. I pulled up and off her dress and dropped the other one on. He gazed at her as she hugged herself and remembered the feel of familiar clean clothes.
“Thank you…” She whispered quietly. She warmed me with those words.
I pulled her close and gave her a hug. The freshness of her hair and the mint she chewed sometimes for fresh breath soothed me. I felt for a moment like this was a dream, or we were in the gardens of a friend’s estate. Anywhere but in the wilds in the company of two female somethings that kill men much too easily. The moment passed as I released her, but the feeling of connection remained. I helped her up onto the horse and looked up at her.
I patted her warm leg. She didn’t need to know my back hurt from lifting her and I could hardly imagine climbing up myself. “We’ll make it, you and me Flarni, we’ll get out of this place and back to the city.”
One of the women cleared their throats behind me. “We should be able to move now. Is there anything else?” The tall woman ‘Metacari’ asked.
“No I suppose not. You said we have food?” I asked nervously.
“Indeed here in these bags is the collection from the other horses.” Metacari hefted a stuffed pair of saddlebags. “Here carry it on your horse just in case we separate.”
I stepped forward and caught the heavy bags gingerly so Flarni wouldn’t get hit. “Okay thanks. How far do you think we’ll get today?”
“The sun will set soon. We will simply stop at a place off the road that is clear of snow. Tomorrow we will travel early and rest in town.”
“Okay makes good sense.” I replied as I fixed up the bags and tied them down.
I didn’t want too, but I got up onto the saddle behind Flarni. Old habits kicked in as I remembered the felt of riding, and I led the horse back around to a trot. Behind me, the other women followed. It seemed they were awkward in the saddle. Metacari rode stiffly while the other woman ‘Mara’ looked plainly worried and uncomfortable with the ride. I was frankly glad they were unfamiliar with riding.
I found a decent spot to camp and by the time the sunset we were settled with a warm fire. When I was a conscript we had fire watches, and as a scribe and a clerk we sometimes had posts at night for message tendering. I knew enough to make a schedule with the women they both looked at me oddly at first but agreed. I took the first watch just to be sure.
I remembered the book as I sat back. By the fire light I made out maps and hasty notes of bandit’s flight. I figured they crossed south after the harvest. But, apparently they have been moving north. That was odd since we were basically in the center of the country. The notes didn’t give much clue of where they landed, or where they started off from. Not only did they look foreign but most of our citizens usually don’t turn to violent crime. Menthino has hundreds of little costal towns to the south they could have landed on. But, those costal people also spend inordinate amounts of time on the beach, they would have been noticed.
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