A literotic sexstories: The Champion's Companion 00 by BlknMild611 ,
From up front, two more men came running on foot. One was a man who drove his wagons. He was a married man who Mokali knew couldn’t fight. “Not for this. They’re wearing their loincloths. They’ll just kill us.” He yelled running past.
As if summoning a demon, a black haired Huntress popped out onto the road blocking them in. She was more than six feet tall and skinny. Her movements were graceful and lethal. She kept low as she moved forward towards them. In her right hand was a triangular blade about a foot and a half long. On her shoulders, she wore a circular leather mantle, and on her hips, she wore a light brown loincloth.
She wasn’t hunting for breeding today. They would have to get through her if they wanted to live.
“Aw! No!” The pair bewailed. Mokali cursed the bodyguards who ran away.
Mokali watched as the demoness came forward and cut his fleeing men down. His donkey under him balked at the smell of blood and stayed frozen as she came for him too.
From up on a hill, the Huntress leader had a clear view, and watched the ambush go off without a hitch. She had chosen the private place to watch men die so she could sit back and put her feet up while her second got in and licked her pussy.
“Yet another successful kill, Vellina.” She breathed. She chuckled as she watched a fat man on a stubborn grey donkey be cut down by Kassin as she moved forward. “Six dead, one got away. Kaarthen the slut cow is fucking slow again.”
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In a city-state of Osmuun more than a hundred miles to the south, a man in black was enjoying the fruits of ‘the gateway of the west’. The inn had served him imported meat and wine. On the side were the vegetables, slave girls, and excellent cooking Osmuun was known for.
Getting a good slow suck from blonde woman in a land of mostly dark haired girls was always satisfying. The server for his table was also a blonde though slightly darker. She also wore the sexy diaphanous clothes of a courtesan unlike the slave under the table.
Unfortunately for Marcos, life intruded. “Lord Panthi, may we join you?” Called a chubby city councilman. Behind him was a small group of equally old gentlemen of means.
“Certainly, but I’m not done with the woman.” Marcos said slowly.
A richly dressed merchant shot forward and sat himself. “Well then you’ll like our deal.” He said loudly.
The blond under the table was slowing Marcos into one-word answers. “Oh?”
The Councilman sat and looked at him entreatingly before speaking. “Lord Panthi, we need a service. A rogue band of huntresses is killing everything they find. We respect the Sisterhood however…”
The Merchant interjected. “They are not breeding. They are chopping down men from every group or caravan they find.”
The blonde seemed to like that news. “A pity…” Marcos couldn’t help it wasn’t his duty. Menthino, his home country, didn’t send him here to hunt bloodthirsty Amazons.
“We’ll pay you.” The merchant announced.
Marcos smiled. “I’m not able to be bribed…” He said softly and raised a mug to his lips.
The councilman looked dejected but the merchant didn’t even blink. “We’ll give you the woman.”
“I…I see but…” Marcos sat up, set the mug down, and cleared his throat. “I can’t actually kill them. Kill sport, which is what that band is doing, is illegal. However, it’s happening in open lands.” He said raising his hands. “Menthino has treaties with the Sisterhood. I can’t as a soldier of Menthino harass a band in open lands.”
For a moment, only wet sucks and slurps from under the table were heard as the men across the table gathered their thoughts.
The Councilman stepped in diplomatically. “Lord Panthi, Osmuun is just a City-state but several of the hamlets and farming villages of the interior depend on us for security. Menthino also signed combined security treaties with us. I believe, you, were there for the signing.” He let that hang in the air for a moment.
It was the diplomatic equivalent of a neighbor saying ‘let me know if you need anything’. Nobody fucking meant it. Now he would have to track some Amazons because Osmuun said it was in the fucking contract. All of this was becoming very distracting to the blowjob under the table.
The blonde bounced into the table a few times trying to keep his cock hard and ready.
The Councilman continued now that he had Marcos’ attention. “This band is heading north and will soon be entering the Northwestern passage. As you know, unless something fortuitous happens they’ll likely exit into Menthino’s northwestern border. Having a band run around in the chaos of a contested border, during the summer, would be a headache for your Crown correct?”
Marcos gave a sigh of exasperation. “Well, I’ll admit your second argument is better than the first…”
“And we’ll give you a woman!” The innkeeper said from behind him.
Marcos smiled. “Which one?”
“The blonde.” The innkeeper smiled.
Marcos knew she was pregnant. “Really? That’s awful charitable. It’s like a two for one deal…”
Under the table the blonde stopped.
“Indeed. Let’s just shake on it.” The innkeeper said missing the subtlety of his words.
Marcos moved to take his hand but stopped. “Fine. I’ll also need a horse, tack, outdoor gear, her clothes, and perhaps some coin to get up to the area.”
The men all paused then turned and looked at the seated merchant.
He sagged and relented. “Fine, nothing fancy.”
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Marcos stood out and saddled his new horse, a deaf tan gelding. Watching quietly was a short blonde who was sucking him off only an hour ago.
“What is your name by the way?”
“This girl has no name Master.”
Marcos looked at the small girl. Despite their earlier closeness, it was obvious she was uncomfortable with the situation. She wore three dresses and had a blanket stuffed with a few trinkets and other belongings at her feet. Only a few hours ago she awoke knowing what to do.
“Girl, do you know how to ride?”
“Yes Master, this girl came from far out west.”
“Good, try to keep up.”
He sauntered off. His short black robes making him seem a tear in the world walking down the road.
For several hours, the two were silent. The road was empty as they made their passage north. Well after dark, Marcos finally stopped her.
He took the reins and spoke softly. “Prepare to sleep. Make a fire if you are comfortable with one.” He then slunk off and disappeared easily into the darkness.
The girl worked quietly in the dark and prepared a sleeping roll for them. After undressing, she waited naked in the blankets for him to take her. Around her, the dark nearly moonless night made many noises of life. Unused to them, she only hoped he wouldn’t be worse then whatever was out there. After several long minutes alone, she realized he was gone and the clearing was empty.
For a moment she considered freedom, or of running. However, penniless, she would become a debtor slave and likely be molested as an indentured servant. Fear and hopelessness won out and she curled up and slept fitfully.
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Miles ahead of her campsite Marcos cleared the road ahead. After a few hours of picking along, he came close to a town. Standing atop a rise, he saw the lights cluster around the quiet road. Further up movement caught his eye. Two men stood hidden in the brush along the road just outside of town. Standing still at this vantage point while actively searching for an ambush, allowed him to see the trap.
Marcos moved forward warily. He almost avoided them but as he crept by, he heard them.
“Hey, Corky, nobodies coming anymore lets get back. Mama is drunk again.” The man giggled to the other about some shared experience Marcos didn’t understand.
“….Let’s go do it.” The other replied gruffly.
Marcos watched as they hopped out onto the road and walked without a care up the street. Following them, Marcos saw they came to a large house obviously built to be a barn at one time. The building was well cared for however and didn’t smell of animal. The two went in through a tended garden at the front gate and entered the house.
Marcos followed from the window and saw them men come into the home’s main room. From outside, Marcos understood the wall with the window he was at also had a fireplace along it. In front of him were chairs and several benches for woodworking. A doorway to his right went back to what he assumed was a bedroom. To the left behind the chairs a stair way led to the loft above the house. To Marcos’ right something lured the men just out of his sight to the corner.
Listening, he heard at least three men laughing and joking with a drunk confused female. He figured the men to be brothers. After a moment, a scuffle was heard and two people fell to the floor before him.
The one on top was a man from the ambush site earlier. Under him, a bushy dark haired woman struggled. Her dress was open up the middle. Her breasts were exposed and just before her belly, the dress’ flap was splayed open showing the dark thatch between her legs.
The man on top had his pants down to his knees. He was moving in between her legs and started fucking her roughly. She fought with her arms and shook her head but her legs wrapped wantonly around him. Even after he stiffened over her, she fought until he stood.
After they finished the struggle, the woman got up onto a chair and started berating them drunkenly. She didn’t move to cover herself at all, in fact she sat with her legs splayed. Her left hand almost covered her modesty but then she leaned back and gave them the show.
“How many times have you all dug for water? Huh? We gotta go to the neighbors for water still. We aren’t going to live like that!” One of the brothers came over for his turn and just stood before her stroking himself. She tried to stand but she wobbled and fell back. “If you all can’t even dig a working well then who will marry you? Huh?”
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