Warlord : Book One - Year One
Copyright© 2020 by Darian Wolfe
Chapter 11
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Mark Daniel Baird, Army reject, assembly line worker, and part time muscle is shot in the face at point blank range. Instead of being dead, He wakes up on another world. Discover this world as he does. WARNING- the story of this universe starts slow, and will have many squick points before we are finished. SOME of the squicks will be rape, gay, humiliation, prejudice. The squicks are necessary as the story being developed is deep and complex. If you work past them you will be entertained.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft ft/ft Ma/Ma Slavery Lesbian Fiction Restart DomSub Humiliation Rough Sadistic Snuff Spanking Torture Anal Sex Caution Prostitution Violence
The Year of Sambol 129 Sev 19 - Boars Nest Great Hall
That evening, I was walking into the Great Hall when a cute little slave ran up to me. She was short and petite. Her straight dirty blond hair fell to below mid-back. It was thin and fine. I imagined wrapping my fist in it and pulling her to me.
She had soft hazel eyes, a slightly large nose and a small mouth with soft, light pink lips. Like all the Great Hall serving women she was topless. Her breasts were about half an apple in size each with thick brown nipples. They were beautiful and sat high on her chest. My tongue touched my lips.
She blushed and smiled then said, “Horse Master, Ebba wants to talk with you.”
“Take me to her, then.”
She turned and led me to the kitchen. Her posture was perfect and her hips had a hint of extra sway that enticed me. My eyes locked on the gentle movement of her hair as it brushed side to side across her bare skin. Damn, this place ROCKS!
She took me to a small room in the back. She knocked on the door.
“Enter.”
We walked in.
“I brought the Horse Master, Mistress.”
I had a dim awareness of Ebba studying me. I didn’t care. I was busy studying the delicacy that was beside me.
“Horse Master,” Ebba said a little loud.
“Wha ... Yes, ma’am,” I said. My face was burning so hot you could have fried an egg.
Ebba grinned then said, “Gyn, anytime the Horse Master wants you, you will serve him. Even if he wants you to warm his bed all night. If he does, let me know so you won’t get whipped for being away.”
Gyn’s eyes popped wide and a big shit eating grin filled her face. “YES, Mistress.”
Ebba smiled. “Go back to work and shut the door.”
Gyn bowed her head and left fast. She paused long enough to make sure the door closed in quiet.
Ebba walked from behind her desk and touched under my chin with her forefinger. She gave me a gentle kiss. Ebba looked into my eyes. “Does that please you?”
I smiled and said, “It does.”
“I please those who please me. I hope you will come to me again sometime.”
I hugged her and gave her a good kiss. “Yes, I will.” What can I say? I’m a bitch. Not only is Ebba a good fuck, she gave me a new toy. Call me granny fucker all you want, but I know when the getting is good.
She gave me a squeeze then stepped back with a self satisfied look. “The reason I sent for you is I have a message.”
My eyebrow shot up and I said, “Ok...”
Ebba nodded. “My friend wants you to,” she giggled, “tame her the way you tamed me.”
Vall said the women would line up, but this is ridiculous. “Why didn’t she ask herself?”
“It would humiliate Oxa if she went after another man where others could see.”
My eyes bugged out as my jaw hit the floor. “Oxa! Are you trying to get me killed?”
Ebba touched my shoulder. “No, neither of them can count how many they’ve had. As long as he isn’t embarrassed in front of his men he doesn’t care.” She laughed. “Minta has had Oxa and another man at the same time.” She blushed a pretty shade of pink and ducked her head, a little, as she added, “Sometimes, they have another woman.”
I cupped the back of her neck and gave it a little squeeze, “My filly is full of surprises.” She glanced up and smiled.
“So you will ride?” she asked.
“As long as it is ok, I WILL NOT make him my enemy.”
“You won’t, I promise. Is tomorrow evening good? Oxa decided to go to Iron Town with Taig. Something is happening there and he wants to see for himself.”
I thought a long moment then said, “As long as I can visit you the night after.”
She smiled in genuine happiness, “Yes. Come to me one mark after the main meal and I’ll take you to her. That is, if you don’t mind the Boars thinking you visited me two nights in a row.”
“Would you like me to lay you across the main table during the meal and take you as my desert.”
She blushed beet red and said, “Such things aren’t done here. No matter how much we may want them.”
I leaned in and nipped her ear then whispered, “Maybe, one day I can make it happen.”
She shuddered then kissed me hard. “Go eat before I throw you across MY desk.”
I gave her ass a squeeze then said, “Yes Ma’am.” She swatted my arm and grinned.
I went to the Great Hall and sat at my place beside Vall at the main table. He greeted me as if this morning had never happened. He saw my look and said, “Like I said, it’s training. Had it been a serious fight you wouldn’t have walked away.”
I gulped. That old man is scary. He is the only person I’ve met here that actually scares me.
“Yes, Sir,” was the only thing I could think to say.
Val continued, “Killan told me what happened at the Tusk today. I told you that if you treated Ebba right the fillies would line up.”
“You got that right,” I nodded. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” I hadn’t. I’ve usually done ok, but this looks like a buffet. I’ll tell you what though, I’m surprised that my back doesn’t have a groove in it. I think every serving wench there waited on me. They all rubbed their tits on me. Ebba came by to check our meals. As she walked behind me, Ebba leaned down and whispered, “This is only the beginning,” and kissed my neck.
OH SHIT! I may have fucked up.
Vall saw my look and laughed. “She’s having some fun. Nobody can replace Gervall and we all know it. She’s making sure she has a good place in line.”
I sighed. “Whew, she made me nervous for a moment.”
Vall eyed me and said, “She wants her place. Treat her right. Be kind to her. She doesn’t want anything else.” He sighed then said, “Gervall was a good man. She’s been alone since he died. If she’s happy getting a little extra from you then let her have it.”
I thought about it a second. As long as she knows we’re not going to get married or shack. I don’t have a problem with giving her some friendship and romance.
I nodded at him. A while later, I had my chance. She came by to check on us. When she leaned in to speak to me I cupped the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss. She resisted a second then relented. Our tongues dueled to the music of catcalls and whistles. When the kiss ended I whispered. “One day.”
She smiled as a shiver went through her. “I’ll be waiting.” and walked away.
Oxa leaned over and called down the table, “Horse Master Mark, we have dessert after dinner, not during it.” The Boars roared. One idiot was laughing so hard he fell off the bench.
Vall looked at me and chuckled.
I leaned over and said, “Want to hear a joke?”
He nodded.
“There was this young man whose mother gave him a duck. He really liked it and took it everywhere. One day a young woman saw him and fell in love with the duck. She said, “I’ll fuck you if you give me the duck.” He agreed. A few days later, they were out walking together and the girl said,” I liked what we did. If you’ll fuck me again I’ll give you back the duck.” He agreed. During fifth mark they were walking around the village with the duck following them. A wagon ran over the duck killing it.
The young woman started crying. The driver of the wagon felt bad and gave the young man ten Barrens for the duck. When he got back to his hut his mother said, “Son, where is your duck? I haven’t seen it for several days.”
“The young boy shook his head and said: “I gave a duck for a fuck, got a duck for a fuck, and got ten barrens for a fucked up duck.”
Vall laughed. “Did I hit you too hard?”
“No, after all that I didn’t know what else to do,” I said.
He shook his head.
Once dinner was finished, I went to see Tara. I asked the tavern keeper if she was busy. He said no and had the slave woman from earlier take me to her room.
The slave brought me to the door then left. I took a moment to think about what I’d told Moveen then knocked. Tara lit up when she saw me.
“Horse Master Mark, come in.”
I stepped inside. She had some lamps on the wall that made the room bright. When I say bright, a lot of rooms are lit by one or two candles so are dim. The room had a bed, a trunk, a table and one chair. On the table was a bowl and pitcher. On one wall hung a green cloth with a picture of a white bird. It was the first art I’d seen since I got here.
“Call me, Mark when we’re alone.” I had decided that I was going to take control of the situation and put her in her place from moment one.
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