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The Fall Of Ninevar Ch 04

The Fall Of Ninevar Ch 04

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From his vantage point within sight of the catapults, Warlord Garam Greybone and his second-command had a clear view of the force which now struck like lightning. They were Ninevari knights armed with bow and sword, their magical armor mostly hiding them from the naked eye. Only the weapons they carried and the occasional ray of dying sunlight, which formed a shimmery reflection, gave them away.

"There are too many," Tersiar hissed to his warlord. "And they use some kind of foul sorcery. We must fall back."

With a scowl, Garam shook his head. It was true, these knights had caught the orcish horde flat-footed. At least two-score had already fallen and their dark green blood soaked the earth. But more orcs would soon come.

"I am no coward," he spat. "Follow my lead."

Garam was no coward, but he was no fool either. He didn't risk direct confrontation. He watched with a critical eye as the Ninevari knights proceeded to free the nearby Ninevari captives - mother, daughter, and father. Then they began to pour some kind of liquid from tall earthen jars onto the catapults. They then set the soaked wood alight.

Soon the nearby catapults were blazing merrily like bonfires, rendered useless to the invaders. Yet the Ninevari knights knew that their advantage lay in their deadliness of skill combined with surprise and little else. Already the orcs had regrouped and were forming large mobs ready to charge, like an unstoppable wave, toward the line of burning catapults.

"Magical armor or no, a blind and heavy charge of enraged orcs will cut them down like wheat, and they know it," Garam reminded his second. "Stay close."

Garam's words proved prophetic. The Ninevari attack force quickly withdrew back toward the inner fortress at the center of the city. Rapidly too - and far too quickly for the disoriented captives to keep up.

Garam saw his chance.

"Come. Now!" He stormed forward with Tersiar at his elbow. They reached Kalaendra as she struggled to help her stumbling mother. The father, Ruric, turned back and saw the two hostile warriors approaching. One of the Ninevari knights, letting empathy shroud his good sense, had stayed back to help the captives too. Now the knight nocked an arrow and fired. The arrow flew with a hiss and embedded itself in Garam's upraised shield. The warlord bellowed a war cry and charged.

The Ninevari knight unwisely drew his sword and moved to engage instead of fleeing. The knight's vicious slash met only air as Garam threw his shield at the man and slid deftly to the side. Before the knight could recover, the warlord ran his blade through the man's armpit, finding a weak point in the knight's armor.

The man gurgled blood as he sank to the ground. Garam turned just in time to see Ruric bearing down on him. The man would have brained him with the cudgel he held - probably a weapon he'd picked up off of a fallen orc - but before he could, Tersiar knocked him senseless and he fell to the ground beside the knight.

"Shall I finish him?" Tersiar asked.

"NO! Please!!" mother and daughter shrieked at once. Garam turned to regard the two blue-eyed women.

"If you two cunts come willingly, I'll spare his life."

Both women nodded. They looked at the ground dejectedly while Garam pulled some extra rope from his pouch. He bound Mirra's wrists behind her back, but next he tied Kalaendra's hands in front of her instead. Next, he fitted a rope collar around both women's necks and made sure that the collars were connected by that same rope. The rope ended in a makeshift leash which was attached first to the daughter and then to the mother. This accomplished, the warlord began to drag his new captives away from the field of carnage.

"The orcs will be here soon. Hurry up!" he barked at them. With their bloodlust up, seeing their fallen brethren, there was no telling what the orcs would do. Besides rampage, that is. He knew that seeing the two attractive females would only add to their frenzy. He had seen orcs rape and kill at the same time before. It was not a scene he cared to see repeated. Even he wasn't that monstrous.

"Come on. Move, damn you," he growled, turning to look over his shoulder only to see both the mother and her teenage daughter straggling behind.

"But Sir, my father... you said you'd spare him," Kalaendra begged.

Garam's frown brimmed with anger. "And so I have. He can lie there for all I care."

Clearly the girl thought that 'sparing' involved also taking her father with them. He yanked hard on the leash, and the naked girl came stumbling toward him, her tits jiggling.

"I'll say this one time and one time only, bitch. You come with me or I'll leave you for the orcs. Which is it?" The howling of the orcs grew nearer as they began their charge toward the catapults.

The terrified girl seemed unable to speak, but her mother Mirra spoke for them both when she lurched forward. "Yes, OK! OK! We'll come without further complaint. Please don't leave us here."

The next few moments were harrowing. Garam led the two women back into the maze of city streets and away from the plaza with its stench of burning wood and flesh.

"It's almost nightfall. Let's find a place to bed down. Go grab your priest. I doubt he's wandered far," Garam added. With a quick nod, Tersiar vanished. He was back not long after, though, with one Archbishop in tow, and the two warriors finally found what looked like an upscale villa at the end of a cul-de-sac that would serve as a decent refuge to ride out the night. "This should do," Garam grumbled.

Yet just as they were about to test out the door and see who might be inside, two big, burly orcs burst right through it.

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"AUUGH! HAHAHA. This way. I can't wait to taste their flesh. Hopefully it's as delightful to the tongue as their pussies were to our cocks!" the orc on the left bellowed. The two orcs each carried a naked, unconscious woman over their shoulder. The orc on the left had a blonde slung over his shoulder, while the orc on the right carried a brunette. Both women's cunt lips looked swollen from vigorous use, with orcish seed trickling down their legs. The two orcs saw Garam and froze.

They reached for the curved blades at their belts - the closest to clothing that either now wore.

"Who are --?"

"Relax," Garam growled. "Do you not recognize your ally? I am Warlord Greybone."

The orc on the left frowned but eased his stance, reluctantly letting go of his hostility. "You can't have them," he warned. Saying this, he gave the busty blonde's ass an affectionate pat, which caused yet more cum to trickle out. "We go to FEAST on these two delicious pussies. OUR pussies."

These orcs were primitive, even for their kind. Garam scowled. What a waste. Two beautiful female captives who would have made good servants or slaves. These orcs knew nothing but instinct and destruction. In fact, when it came to orcs there was often no distinguishing between the two. But before these two ignoramuses wandered off to toss their prized booty in the cauldron for cooking, Garam decided he would at least learn what useful things he could from them.

"Are there others in the house? Did you search it thoroughly?" he added, jerking his chin toward the villa.

The orc on the right had distracted himself by fingering the pussy of the brunette over his shoulder. He had just withdrawn a glistening finger and popped it between his lips to relish the taste of the mixed masculine and feminine fluids still seeping from his naked plaything, but now he spoke up.

"No! Jarr and Ghek search it top to bottom. No one else. Just big, soft beds good for fucking!" And with that, Garam watched the two primitives hurry off.

A short time later, the five of them were inside the two-story building. It was narrow, but the rooms were long. On the second floor they found the master bedroom, which had two luxurious beds fitted with satin sheets. At least they had been, until the orcs had come to ransack everything. Now the sheets were either in tatters or thrown on the floor. Both beds looked caved in, broken, likely from the vigorous fucking the orcs had meted out to their captives.

"Not pretty, but it will do," Tersiar said dryly. He helped his liege put the sheets that weren't yet destroyed back on the bed. And despite both beds being broken, they were still reasonably comfortable.

"What now?" Tersiar whispered. His gaze darted toward their three captives, the Archbishop Hamnis, Mirra, and her daughter, Kalaendra.

"Now we let the orcs do the hard work for us," the warlord whispered back. "The Ninevari have bought themselves a short reprieve but nothing more. Hordrak has more catapults, not to mention the trebuchets being brought in from the east. He also has battering rams nearly completed. By tomorrow evening, if not the day after, our orcish friends will be ready to renew their assault."

Tersiar's gaze once more slid toward their fleshy Ninevari plunder. "And what of them?"

"Follow my lead and you'll see soon enough. The girl is mine. You can have the mother soon enough if you wish..."

Garam decided that this whole miserable business of besieging cities was not for him. He preferred the glory of an open battlefield. He preferred a battle that was as vicious and bloody as it was swift. For now, though, he could bide his time. He would let the evil wizard Asterar, the orc general Hordrak, and his orc rabble work their way across Ninevar like a massive wildfire through an old growth forest if that was what it took.

"Shall I return to the men to give them further orders, my lord?" Tersiar's question gave Garam pause. He had given his own men strict orders to make camp just within the city walls. Asterar's orcs could go running pell-mell through the city like a plague for all he cared, but he valued keeping his own army disciplined and ready to react to anything. That was what made humans superior to orcs. The Ninevari knights' ambush would never have worked on his own warriors, Garam reflected proudly.

"My lord?"

Garam waved his hand, dismissive. "Let the men be. They will hold their position, as they should. Let the orcs take the brunt of the losses as they dash themselves against Queen Elysha and King Cuthbert's walls." With that resolved, the warlord decided that they could finally enjoy some of their spoils. He began to take off his armor and disrobe. Tersiar did likewise.

The three captives stared at their captors with growing anxiety.

"Wh-what will you do with us?" Kalaendra finally squeaked. Her mother gave her a disapproving look that seemed to say 'Why did you open your big mouth, girl? You should stay still and silent and hope they forget about us!'

"Please, let my daughter rest. She is tired. I will... administer to your needs, my lords," Mirra said boldly, stepping forward. Her breasts jutted out enticingly as she stood unashamedly before them. Dried orcish cum still caked the insides of her thighs though.

"You are not here to put forth suggestions or proposals, bitch." Garam quickly strode up to her, grabbed her by the neck, and hissed in her ear. "You will simply OBEY and take what options I give you. Is that clear?"

"UGHKK!!! Y-yes Sir."

"Master. I am your Master."

"Yes Master."

He released the beautiful woman and took a step back. He motioned at the younger blonde. She was built like her mother, but even more slender and beautiful, with longer, straight hair that had a golden luster filled with the vibrancy of a dozen suns.

"Lay back on the bed, little slut. You'll keep me warm this night. But first, we need to get you cleaned up." He turned now to Mirra. "Two choices, cunt. Either you clean out all the nasty orcish seed from your daughter's pussy - I'll even let you make the young bitch cum - or you can decline, in which case I'll have the fat priest do it. But if he does it, he gets to ass-fuck her as a reward."

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He was curious what she would do. How she would react. Like any good mother, she surely cared about her daughter... but to just what lengths would she go, exactly, to spare her daughter further suffering? That was a philosophical question which the warlord had decided was well worth exploring.

He saw the inner turmoil written plainly across the woman's face. On the one hand, Mirra must have found the ordered act repulsive. And yet, if it saved her poor daughter from being raped again...

"Put your hands above your head and open your legs wide, little slut. NOW!" Garam thundered.

With her cheeks coloring, Kalaendra obeyed. Her sex still shone with orc cum, and the greenish-white fluid still oozed out of her like a leaky cistern.

Seeing that Mirra still said nothing, just looking away in disgust, Garam decided that he had his answer. He turned toward Hamnis. The rotund Archbishop looked far from disappointed, though he at least had the decency to look ashamed. The priest's cock stood out fully engorged. He furtively slid glances toward the slender blonde on the bed. He wanted her. It was plain for all to see.

"Well, well. Looks like Mama isn't up to the task. The young bitch is all yours, priest. Last time you almost made her cum. This time you definitely will." He nodded toward the bed. "What are you waiting for? She's ready for you."

Everyone in the bedroom saw Kalaendra blush with fresh shame. She looked away and tried not to think about what was about to happen. The fat priest ambled forward and knelt down awkwardly - he had no choice, the way his wrists were tied behind his back. Just as he was about to lean over, though, a desperate voice cut in.

"No. Wait. I'll do it. Let me do it."

Mirra's hate-filled eyes met her captor's, but Garam could tell that the woman would go through with it. He nodded and pulled the priest off of Kalaendra. He gestured grandly with one arm toward the bed.

"She's all yours, my lady," he said in a mocking tone. "Put on a good show for your Master."

When the sullen mother didn't reply and just began walking toward the bed, the warlord rushed up to her, put her in a headlock from behind, and reached around to roughly grope both her breasts.

"Did you not HEAR me, slut? What do you say?"

"Y-yes Master, I'll put on a good show for you. I'll... I'll lick my daughter's pussy clean." Mirra didn't need to say it, but the unspoken words that she'd yearned to say were clearly 'I'll do what you want, you sick bastard, but I hope you burn in hell.' Instead, the busty blonde obediently knelt at the foot of the bed and regarded her 18-year-old daughter's exposed cunt. The girl's cunt lips were swollen, the skin of her finely shaved pussy irritated from far too much friction.

Mirra felt both sadness and despair, but she also realized that she needed to give her daughter something to hope for. She couldn't let herself succumb to that nagging panic inside of her. She had another to live for. She loved Kalaendra so much, and as long as that love still burned brightly she would refuse to give up.

'I can't believe I'm doing this,' Mirra thought. She stared at her daughter's ravaged sex with a broken heart, took a deep breath, and prepared to do the impossible.

Meanwhile, Kalaendra looked down at her mother with clashing emotions. 'Mom, please don't do this,' she thought. And yet... part of her was almost okay with it. Part of her felt a thimble's worth of curiosity. She had never been touched or stroked by another woman before, but her friend Maika had spoken of it... spoken of even enjoying it... of how a woman obviously knew a woman's body better than any man.

'Oh gods, please forgive us,' Kalaendra thought. 'I don't want this. I don't,' Kalaendra prayed inwardly, as if to remind the gods that none of this was her fault. None of it.

Then, she felt the soft flutter of her mother's tongue. She felt Mirra's tongue begin to lap gently at her sex. Instantly, her mother's love flowed through the stroking motion of that saliva-coated tongue slurping up the half-dried orcish sperm from her ravaged folds. Instantly, Kalaendra felt the vying emotions of shame and gratitude as her mother ate out her pussy. As she felt her mother's incredible love.

"You're doing good, Mama. Very good," the warlord growled with approval. He felt his cock harden. He loved the sight before him - the alluring sight of Mirra's ass in the air as she slurped softly between her daughter's legs, her mouth glued to that beautiful young snatch. The mother proved thorough too. Mirra occasionally dipped further downward, her tongue lapping at her daughter's distended anal opening, sucking up some of the cum from that tainted hole as if it was a fine delicacy.

"Do you mind if I join in?" Tersiar asked, gesturing at the mother. Truth be told, Garam had been tempted to fuck her while she sucked her daughter's pussy, but he had no desire to let his cock touch the filth of orcish cum, and Mirra's ass was still, well... thoroughly defiled.

Tersiar didn't seem to share his qualms though. He nodded at his second. Now, even as Mirra continued to feast on her daughter's sex, slurping and sucking with a poignant tenderness that was wrong yet touching, Tersiar took up position behind her. He fed his cock into her ass and let his shaft slowly plunge into the mother's thoroughly raped anus. The gaping hole easily took him in until his balls rested gently on her ass cheeks. He held himself there for a moment. Then he began to move.

If the mother noticed the sudden sensation of incredible fullness in her ass or felt the drive of that shaft toward her bowels, she didn't show it. She resiliently maintained her focus on what mattered to her - her daughter. Mirra nibbled and sucked ever so expertly on Kalaendra's clitoris. Soon the warlord could see the teenage blonde's stomach rising and falling faster and faster. Her heaving chest, hardened nipples, and heavy-lidded eyes were her body's confession and couldn't be denied.

"Ooohhhh. OHH!" The slender blonde moaned and looked down at her mother in growing disbelief even as a forlorn, guilt-wracked kind of pleasure enveloped her. Garam relished the look on the cute blonde's face as she stared at the appalling yet somehow arousing sight of her mother's face buried between her legs, clearly feeling a riot of sensations, a buildup of sheer joy rapidly reaching the boiling point, as her mother devastated her nerve bundle with a thousand caresses.

Garam strode forward, leaned down, and whispered in the mother's ear. "If I untie you, will you behave?"

"Yes Master," Mirra replied without hesitation. "Please untie me." The unspoken follow-up to that was clear: 'Untie me and it will help me put on a better show.' So Garam did. He untied Mirra even while Tersiar continued to pump his manhood in and out of her ass.

As soon as her bonds were free, Mirra began to finger her daughter. She plunged two fingers deep into her daughter's sex and stroked the insides of her cunt in a devastating come-hither motion. She kept this up even while she leaned down and captured the nub of her daughter's clit between her lips and teeth. She sucked hard on the tiny joy nub and finger-fucked her precious girl.

"You made that pussy. Now make it come," the warlord ordered.

Mirra worked with a passionate fury, her mouth pressed to her daughter's sex so hard that Mirra could hardly breathe. She sucked and stabbed those fingers into her girl's softness as wet sounds of suction echoed and trickling fluids coated her fingers.

"Mom!" Kalaendra shrieked and squealed as the powerful orgasm scattered her to the four winds. The naked captive's legs were thrashing, her cunt convulsing in the throes of climax as her back arched completely off the bed. A torrent of cunt juice spurted into Mirra's mouth. For the first time ever, of course, she was tasting the forbidden, sweet-yet-tangy flavor of her daughter's fluids.

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