The Gauntlet Thrown - Lord Bent's Manor Vol. 2
Copyright© 2025 by Commissum
Chapter 16
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 16 - The second novel in the world of Lord Peter Bentencourt, an earth born magic user now living on the magical world of Kreven. Volume two continues after the events of the first novel, Fire and Ice. Beware, the ethics of Kreven are unlike those of Earth. Also, book one has a map of the Mirror Lake region.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mind Control Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Magic non-anthro DomSub Spanking Group Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Hairy Size
A few hours later, in the guest bedroom and just moments after Peter had extinguished the fae lights to go to sleep, he heard quiet knocking at the room’s door. “Lord Bentencourt?” Gorath asked softly from outside the room. “Are you still awake?”
“Just a minute, Housecarl,” Peter called back as he sat up. Nahuul, who’d fallen asleep on the room’s sofa while he was bathing, woke at the noise, and Peter heard her sit up as well. Peter muttered the spell to bring one of the fae lights to partial brightness and got out of bed to find the evening robe where he had left it draped over the side chair. He then unlocked the door and let Gorath enter. Sala’s housecarl looked exhausted. Peter saw that Gorath was carying something with him.
“I’m sorry for disturbing you at this late hour, Milord,” he said, “but I have a reply to your request from Mistress Sala.”
“How is she?” Peter asked.
“She has recovered enough to make her way down to the lower chambers, where she will utilize the heat to continue her recovery.”
Peter understood that the Mohennial had perfected the use of the samandall’s fire crystals to aid her life force recovery. He also realized that, until she fully recovered, distancing herself from her guests and staff would limit the psychic pain that she was uncontrollably emitting while so severely weakened.
Gorath continued, “The Mohennial wishes you safe travels back to your island and grants you leave to take Guardswoman Lyndris with you. She also says that after you finish with her treatment, you should send Lyndris to the nearby estate you are now responsible for. Once there, she can serve as an aid to Lady Commander Constance.”
Gorath then gestured to the cloth sack he carried. “The Mohennial has also prepared two sets of talk stones, with one half of each in this bag. The blue stone is to go to Lady Constance to replace her current stone, which ceased to function this morning when the Mohennial was drained to near death and lacked the strength to continue powering it. The other stone fragment is for you. Mistress Sala instructs you to wait before activating your stone. Commander Constance will let you know when to do so.”
Gorath handed the sack to Peter, who verified that it contained the mentioned stones. One fragment was robin’s egg blue, while the other was green. He sensed the fragments but only found faint traces of magic. This meant that Sala had only tuned them to her and not fully activated them. Once he or Constance did so, the magic needed to keep the stones active would be supplied by them. It was a good thing he now had access to the charged electrum amulet.
Peter also noted the sack contained a small, wax-sealed scroll. He extracted it and asked, “What’s this scroll?”
“A map of Lord Garl’s lands, Lord Bentencourt,” Gorath explained. “On it is marked a location in the foothills of the Sunsets where Mistress Sala wishes you to begin sinking a mine shaft. She also instructs you to keep the map secret and be discreet in constructing the mine. The Mohennial will send further details to you and Commander Constance after she recovers.”
“How am I to be discreet?” he asked. “I’m no miner.”
“Mistress Sala says your dwarven associate is known to be trustworthy. He should have connections to mining crews that are reliable.”
Peter was not pleased that Sala knew of his ties to the dwarven trader Gerston, but he was also not entirely surprised either. Peter eyed the sealed scroll curiously. He wanted to ask for more information, but Gorath preempted further questions with a shrug. “I am sorry, Lord Bentencourt, but that is all I know of the matter.”
Peter tucked the scroll back into the sack. “I hear you, Gorath. I’ll find out more when I contact the Mohennial. Tell her I will follow her instructions.”
“Good!” Gorath said as he turned to leave. “I have left instructions with the remaining cooks to have breakfast ready for your party at dawn. I doubt I will be awake when you leave, so safe travels to you, Milord, and good night.”
Peter locked the door behind the housecarl and once again considered the sack. He wanted to unroll the scroll immediately but instead moved it and the two talk stone fragments into a secured inner pocket of his war cloak which hung by the wardrobe. There would be plenty of time to study the map tomorrow as he traveled back to his island.
Nahuul yawned and began to lay back down on the sofa. “Come Nahuul,” he ordered. “The bed has more than enough room for the both of us.”
Nahuul hesitated only momentarily before standing to comply. Peter took her hand and guided her to the bed. Before she crawled in, she pulled her shift over her head and let it fall to the floor. Peter snagged it before taking off his own robe and draped both garments over the side chair before climbing into bed behind her. He covered them both with only the silk sheet as Nahuul’s crystal would keep her warm, and in turn, she would keep him warm.
He looked at the black-haired woman momentarily and smiled. Her normally silky-smooth hair was a tangled mess because she had fallen asleep before brushing it after her bath. This close, he could smell the oil she’d used in her bathwater: something with berries. Nahuul lay on her back, waiting for him to take his pleasure, but was unable to suppress a yawn. He was also tired, so he simply whispered, “We both need rest, Nahuul. Sleep well.”
“Yes, Master,” Nahuul said sleepily and rolled onto her side.
Peter settled in behind her, spoon fashion, and draped his arm over the young woman. He felt her press back against him. As always, when physically touching Nahuul, he felt the tingle in his mind as her frills tried to link them mentally. He adjusted his mind shield just enough to let through basic sensations and sensed that Nahuul was both content and curious.
Peter also detected just a hint of arousal from Nahuul, but he was too fatigued from the day’s events to take advantage of the naked woman pressed against his groin. Moments later, he felt her awareness grow dim as she drifted off to sleep. He let the tug of her subconscious pull him into the same state.
Sometime very early the next morning, Peter came awake while experiencing a vivid and unusual dream. In it, he was inhabiting the body of a woman while she was being fucked ... no, while she was doing the fucking, with a strange creature, half-dragon and half-man. The woman sat astride the beast and was struggling to move on its massive erection. He felt the woman’s frustration as the member would not fit properly!
As his conscious sense of self fully awoke and gained back control of his brain, Peter realized that the dream he was experiencing was coming from Nahuul, who was still asleep. He had been experiencing her erotic dream through the linkage of her mind frills. Peter quickly tuned his mental shields so as to not feed back his awareness to the girl and wake her.
He opened his eyes to dimly see Nahuul lying nearly on top of him. He was on his back, and she was half-straddling him with one leg draped over his torso. Her groin was moving, rubbing her hair covered sex against his hip. Trapped under her leg was his own rigid shaft; her erotic dream combined with his typical morning wood had aroused him fully. Peter carefully repositioned Nahuul fully on top of his torso and felt the exquisite sensation of his shaft slipping between her thighs and brushing across her slick heat.
Nahuul continued to unconsciously rub her sex up and down on the top of his shaft. He let the pleasing sensations feed back into the girl and blend with her ongoing dream. This caused her to move faster, rotating her hips, and rubbing the folds of her sex even more firmly against his shaft.
Peter’s arousal surged with her increasing dream excitement and he knew the frill linkage would soon have him coming even though his cock was not inserted, so he reached around Nahuul’s backside and used his hand to trap the head of his shaft against her slickness. Then, arching his back until he felt the top of his plum-sized knob spread her opening, he thrust upward and felt his cock head slip inside her.
His shaft sank steadily into her depths and Nahuul stiffened, emitting a guttural moan. The abrupt penetrating sensation brought her mostly awake and Peter felt her confusion as her ongoing dream fantasy merged with the physical reality of her body on top of his normal-human one. As she became aware she’d been dreaming, she reached one hand up to trace the contours of his face, verifying who she was currently having sex with.
Through the link, he felt her shock as she realized the nature of her dream, and the fact that she was now on top of her master and that he was inside of her. Before Nahuul could react or speak, Peter pulled her face down to his and kissed her hard. He also let his mental shields drop almost completely, flooding the girl with his own feelings of passion and excitement. He probed her mouth with his thrusting tongue and was rewarded when she welcomed the intrusion, arching her back and moving her hips to match his motion below.
The onslaught of sensations overwhelmed the confused woman and she began slamming her pelvis into his even faster as she sought to bury his shaft into her core repeatedly. Even without utilizing Peter’s normal sexual linkage spell, Nahuul’s frills were allowing them to blend their pending orgasms.
What was different with the frill method was that they were sharing each other’s base emotions along with only their own separate physical sensations of the act. Nahuul was feeling Peter’s excitement and power at penetrating a woman, and the joy of giving her pleasure. Peter was feeling Nahuul’s emotions: a strange mixture of pleasure at being penetrated while being astride the male who was fucking her.
He realized that for all her time in the dragon breeding pens, Nahuul had never had the opportunity to be in such a dominate position. He also felt feelings of shame from the woman at taking pleasure in their union. This was obviously a holdover from what had been essentially years of being raped in the breeding pens. Time would heal those feelings and he would have to be considerate for her issues in the future. Hopefully, she would learn to enjoy the act without the underlying guilt.
The linkage brought them both to orgasm quickly. Nahuul began hers first and she broke free of their kiss to gasp in a breath and moan out her pleasure. Her warm sheath tightened in spasms, rippling around his cock and flooding his groin with new wetness. Peter thrust up hard, burying himself into her fully as his own orgasm arrived. His cock spasmed and shot his seed deep into her core.
He felt surprise at the power of his ejaculation before realizing that it had been a few days. That, combined with the adrenalin high the combat of the previous day, and from not having come earlier this morning when the two women had sexually restored much of his life force, meant his balls were full.
As they came down from their mutual orgasm, Peter pulled Nahuul tightly into him and held her close. The woman’s emotions were in turmoil. The glow of a good sexual release combined with the surprise of finding herself on top of her master, along with the shame at finding pleasure in the sexual act itself. Peter also sensed the new and growing feelings of adoration and love from the slave toward her master.
Before he fully restored his mind shields to protect her from this awareness, Peter let slip his own emotions of the happiness and gratitude he felt for the slave and her devotion to him. While he did not feel true love toward Nahuul as such, admitting to the woman that she had pleased him and that he cared for her wellbeing was appropriate. He also projected that he had similar feelings toward all the other women in his employ. Nahuul needed to accept that he was the master and that his concerns were many. While she would not be ignored, she needed to understand that she was just one of many.
They departed the Vent a half hour after sunrise with the low areas of the Timber Road still covered in mists. The carriage ride back over the Sunset Range went without issue, although at a slower pace than the previous crossing due to the morning traffic. Nahuul and Lyndris sat beside each other on the front bench seat of the carriage, leaving Peter room to work on the rear. Lyndris was hungover and slept fitfully, while Nahuul also dozed in spurts.
Peter was rereading the section of Sala’s spell book that Gorath had managed to have hastily copied yesterday. While he practiced one of the simplest incantations, he touched the charged electrum amulet he wore around his neck. The simple spell allowed him to monitor the flow of life energy into and out of the trinket. He was currently fine-tuning the rate at which the amulet refilled.
As he had previously understood, the charged electrum metal in the amulet acted as a magical battery. The wearer slowly filled the amulet with their own life energy to access later in times of need. One new thing he learned was that the device’s capacity was variable. It would only store an amount slightly less than the capacity of the current wearer. If the wearer’s storage abilities increased, the amulet’s capacity would grow as well up to a certain point.
The one caveat of the device was that the user could never drain the amulet completely. Once the metal fell below a certain base level, the charged nature of the electrum would fail, and the amulet would be ruined forever. When Lady Starval had used the amulet against Sala, she had depleted it almost to that point.
This was both a burden and a blessing for Peter. The amulet’s current near-empty state allowed him to safely begin wearing it, but at the cost of having to tediously begin recharging it from his own life energy reserves immediately. There was no way to fill the amulet quickly or from a third-party source, at least without the use of even rarer artifacts, so he had to use a base transference spell. Until it was full, he would have to live with the burden.
He found the drain of refilling the device was similar to the draw he felt when maintaining his invisibility spell: a steady sapping of his energy, but small enough to still allow him to function. He suspected that as he grew used to feeding the amulet, he would notice the draw less, or at least he hoped that was true. He folded the copied pages and put them back into his cloak’s inner pocket.
Next, he opened the small map scroll. It was crudely drawn, but he was able to recognize certain major landmarks on Lord Garl’s lands. The map specified a location in the southwest quadrant of Garl’s lands, up in the foothills of the Sunset’s. From what Peter remembered, it was a point near where Garl’s abandoned tin mine was located. The label next to the point simply read “ore body” and indicated a depth of two hundred eighteen feet.
The extreme depth meant an open pit mine would not do. It also meant Peter would have to engage the services of the dwarves, who were experts in deep shaft mining. He planned to hire the miners through Gerston, and he hoped the dwarf would be in a generous mood when he did. Peter flipped the scroll over, curious about its origins. It looked new.
Peter was no geologist, but he understood that certain metals could be scried remotely using magic. The precise depth of this “ore body”, combined with the fact that, as far as he was aware, no other deep shafts had been dug in the area, suggested that magic had been employed to find the location. He also knew such magic was very rare, and that commissioning such scrying would be very costly. The Mohennial certainly had the resources. Why she would have needed such services was unknown, and he vowed to find out as soon as he could.
They arrived at the Stoney Brook an hour before supper. Peter stepped inside and smiled at Henri, who was busy at her ledger behind the registration counter. In the common room, he spotted young Jaciee working as a serving maid. She was scurrying around, delivering food and ale to over a dozen guests. At the far end of the room, on the small raised stage, a young minstrel who looked to have just arrived was removing his flute from its leather case.
Peter did not spot Jaciee’s mother in the common room. If he had to guess, Bella would be busy in the kitchen, unable to keep from helping Henri’s cook. Jaciee spotted him and exclaimed, “Lord Bent!”, causing everyone in the room to turn to the door to see who had arrived.
Peter shook his head as any hope of anonymity faded. Fortunately, those present quickly turned back to their eating, drinking, and conversation, ignoring him completely. He made his way over to the counter.
“Busy night, Henri,” he commented to his friend and business partner. “I hope my usual room is available.”
“Bella and Jaciee are using it, Peter,” she replied with a smirk. “But I’m sure they can share the smaller bedroom, unless you plan on sleeping with Hamm’s wife in the larger?”
“That would be a strong no, Henri,” he answered. Behind him, Nahuul and Lyndris entered. The former lieutenant was guiding the blind woman by her arm.
“You’ve brought someone new back with you from the Vent?” Henri asked. “I hope you did not trade her for my stableman.”
“No, Carth is outside with Torl,” he explained. “The elf woman is one of the Mohennial’s new guards. She is ... troubled, and I’m taking her to my manor for treatment.”
Henri studied the elf with a discerning eye. “Troubled in that she appears to be no stranger to the speckles ... and probably alcohol, when she can’t score the dust.”
“You’ve a keen eye, Henri,” Peter admitted. “Although I’ve only seen her drinking while I’ve been around her.”
“Should I not serve her?” Henri asked quietly.
“She can have a few glasses of wine,” Peter replied in a whisper. “But try to spike it with adda leaf extract if you have any. That will make her drowsy, and we’ll put her to bed early.”
Henri nodded as the two women approached.
“Lyndris, this is the innkeeper, Henri,” Peter explained as he took Nahuul’s hand. “She will show you around and guide you to our room. After you see to our bags, return here, and we will eat supper together.”
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