~Milo~
The witch's name was Bri. I learned it when she slapped my hand away as I went to help her onto my horse.
"Sorry miss, I-"
"My name is Bri, not miss," she had snarled before gracefully pulling herself onto the saddle, arranging her skirts to preserve her modesty. I almost laughed, but managed to school my expression.
I had been waiting for her to crack, watching her shoulders stiffen every time I helped her, touched her. Under other circumstances I would have left her alone, but the more she resisted my touch the more I wanted to press her boundaries. I wanted to watch that meek and helpless mask break away. I wanted to see the fiery, resilient witch I knew simmered just under the surface.
No one escaped Lord Grenar once he sunk his claws into them. Only an extraordinarily wily woman would have been able to get away like she did, even if it had only been temporarily. I admired her for it.
Chiron did not stop his own amused laugh, watching the exchange from atop his horse. We shared a glance and he rolled his eyes.
"Get on your horse, Milo. We don't have time to play with the witch."
She snorted derisively. Her back stiffened as she felt me mount the horse behind her. The chained cuffs kept her hands secured at her front. She had attempted to run when Chiron had unchained her from himself. I think he wanted her to run just so he could chase her down again.
I had been surprised when he passed her off to me, thinking he would want to keep her close, especially after last night. My cock had taken an age to calm down after watching their display.
In many ways, Chiron and I were the same. We both craved control. We both used dark pasts to fuel our aggression. But in this we were different. He didn't seem to care if women wanted him and didn't mind coercing their pleasure. In fact, I thought he might prefer it that way. Me, however? I wanted them to beg me for it.
And the beautiful woman sitting between my legs, I couldn't wait to make her beg.
~Bri~
Milo was larger than I had first assessed. Now at my back, his size was impressive. While he might not be as built or thick at Chiron, he wasn't a small man either. His shoulders were wide and his torso was hard against my back. His arms were corded with muscle and if he had wanted, he could have comfortably rested his chin on the top of my head.
I had tried to keep my distance, but the movement of the horse soon had us pressed snugly together. My hands were clasped in front of me and the chain occasionally rattled, reminding me that I was once again a prisoner. Once again heading toward the home of a monster who wanted to capture and keep me.
I wondered if I had misread Milo's aura when we had first met. He had seemed like a good man, genuine. But something about him made me uncomfortable and I couldn't put a finger on it. He had only been a complete gentleman to me so far. Polite to the point of intolerable.
Milo started to hum, the vibrations tickling my back. It was an upbeat tune that evolved into a song. After singing the first verse, Chiron joined in and suddenly it felt like they were friends on a jolly vacation instead of a warrior unit heading into the belly of the beast. It was unnerving.
"Do you have no concern at all for your brother?!" I asked after the third chirpy, irreverent song. Their lively carelessness was really starting to irk me. They were holding me prisoner and taking me back to the man I had tried to escape all in an attempt to rescue their friend who might be dead by the time we got there. And they were singing drinking songs.
"Of course we do," drawled Chiron from the front. "And what good is sulking about it? Cheer up, witch. If we do this right, you'll be free of us by tomorrow."
"If you do this right..." I mumbled.
Milo's breath tickled my ear when he bent his head down. "We are very good at our jobs, Bri. We won't let you get caught in that place again."
The intimacy of his soft voice reminded me of the chest pressed against my shoulder blades. His legs brushed mine with each stride of the horse. A tingle went through my body at the memory of when I was this close to Chiron. To Rin.
Who was I turning into?! I was no whore. I ran from the lord to prove that very fact! But for some reason these brothers made my body betray me. My rational mind clouded in their presence. I needed to get away from these men, before I no longer wanted to.
~Chiron~
Milo was having way too much fun trying to break down our captive and I was starting to worry it might affect the operation. Still, I couldn't help but be affected by his good mood. It had been so long since he had had a good fuck I wished him the best.
When we neared the estate we left the main road, taking a longer route to avoid being seen before we needed to be. Stealth and surprise were on our side and I planned to utilize it.
The massive estate was guarded by a stone wall three times my height making it difficult to find the exact entry spot we wanted. Bri directed us down the wall past a fallen tree.
"There," she said, pointing to a tall roof that just peeked over the wall. "That's a tower that connects to the dungeons beneath. It contains the guest rooms."
Milo pulled a face. "Charming..."
"Are there guards?" I asked, assessing the stone and determining it to be climbable.
Bri shrugged nervously. "Last time I was here they were only on the door leading to the dungeon which is on the other side of the tower."
We waited for the sun to set which only took an hour. The trees swayed around us and I watched Bri fidget nervously. Milo stood close but I worried she might try to run. She didn't, but probably only because she was more worried about being caught by Grenar's guard.
When the sky darkened and stars dotted the night, we moved.
I unlocked the woman's chains and gave her a meaningful look. She wouldn't be able to move silently or agilely with her hands chained together, but I needed her to understand that I was still in control.
"The deal holds. Find our brother and we let you go. Run, and we let Grenar have you. Understood?"
She nodded, eyes unreadable. Without the iron she was looking at me strangely, like she saw straight into my soul. Unease filled my chest but I pushed it down. Not now.
Milo went first, best at climbing with small handholds. There was a heart beat of silence when he landed on the other side. I held my breath hoping we were lucky. I smiled when a rope was thrown over, unraveling to hit the ground at our feet.
"You turn, witch." I put the rope in her hands and pushed her up the wall. It took some encouragement, but she decided to climb. When she reached the top, I followed, watching her head disappear over the side.
On the other side we were in the shadows. The tower was closer to the wall than I realized and we were well hidden from the rest of the estate.
I looked to the witch and she pointed us in the direction of the dungeon. Taking the lead, I signaled the two to follow, the witch behind me and Milo behind her.
Rounding the corner I spotted the guards. Two on the door, two in the stables across the yard. No one else in sight. The two by the stables were walking and I waited until they crossed behind another building.
Together, Milo and I acted fast. They didn't even have a chance to shout before their throats were slit. Blood gurgled as they choked. I grabbed their keys and Milo entered the dungeon, climbing down steep stairs.
"Which way?" I whispered when we reached a split hall. Bri concentrated, closing her eyes to search. "Well?"
"It's... hard. There are wards down here, blank spots, but... I think that way..."
There wasn't as much confidence in her direction as I wanted but we were running out of time.
Milo took out another guard on our way, not as neatly as the previous two. This one made noise.
Left. Right. Right. Left.
Some cells were empty, some occupied by men, some by animals.
I almost ran into Bri when she came to a stop in front of a cell that looked like every other. On the ground lay a shirtless body. Bruises and cuts patterned the back and ribs. Fresh blood oozed between cracks in old, dried blood.
