Barbarian Legends - Goblinslayer 05

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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The events of Barbarian Legends occur many years before the events of Barbarian Tales.

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CITY OF YELEDOR

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"You're making a name for yourself, Girn," Hans the proprietor of the Full Tankard tavern said, giving him an uneasy grin.

"What do you mean?" Girn asked.

"This came for you when you were out last night." He handed over a sealed letter. "It was delivered by a footman in the tabard of His Highness the King. He had a couple of the royal guard to keep him company too."

A strange feeling grabbed Girn in the abdomen. He sensed that his involvement with the goblins had caught up with him at last. Quickly he reviewed all the things the authorities might want him for. Well, there was the fact that he had murdered the Kingdom's chief of secret police, Danton Lynch, for conspiring with the goblins. Not to mention the fact that he had been involved in burning the new Office of Ingenuity to the ground. He had also broken into the Black Gardens of Zoaris.

"Aren't you going to read it then?" Hans asked. "We're all dying of curiosity here."

Girn glanced around, and saw that Mina, Hans, Iskander, and the rest of the staff were all staring at him quite openly, keen to know what business the ruler of their great kingdom might have with him.

"Of course," Girn said. He walked over to his customary chair by the fire and sat down. The horde of curious onlookers followed him over and scrutinised his face intently. Girn glared at them until they all backed off, then gave his consideration to the letter.

It was inscribed on the very finest paper, and his name was written without blots or smudges. Whoever the scribe was possessed a fine hand indeed. The wax seal had not been broken and it showed the crest of the royal house. Girn smiled as he realised you did not write letters to men you were going to arrest. He broke the seal and studied the message within. It was written in the same beautiful and courtly hand as the address, and was as simple as it was enigmatic:

"Mister Girn, the barbarian,

You are commanded to present yourself at the palace of His Highness, the King, at your earliest convenience.

Yours in faith,

Magister Rebus Gaudulfus de Passereau,

Arcane Advisor to His Highness, the King"

Curious, thought Girn, turning the letter over and over in his hands, as if by doing so he would find some clue as to why he was being summoned. There was none. He was left to wonder what the so-called arcane advisor of the king might want with him. He realised that everybody was still staring at him. He stood up and smiled.

"It's all right. I've just been invited to visit the king," he said casually.

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Mina still looked impressed and a little shocked at him, as if she could still not quite believe there wasn't some mistake.

"It's a great honour," she told him as they sat together in his room. "You will go, won't you?" she said, and smiled. Girn nodded. "You know," she purred. "Your invitation to the palace is turning me on. I didn't know I was sharing the bed with such auspicious company."

"Auspity-what?" Girn asked.

"Never mind," Mina giggled and threw herself on top of Girn. Their lips smacked together in a passionate kiss, her tongue delving into his mouth.

Girn responded by embracing her, one hand grabbing the back of head, fingers tracing through her black hair, the other winding around her waist, his hand resting on her ass cheek and occasionally squeezing her spongy butt.

Mina snaked one hand between their bodies in search of his cock. She found it already hard and enthusiastically began stroking it. Her other hand pulled at the back of his head, bringing his face to her bosom. Girn took a breast between his lips and flicked his tongue against her nipple. He then switched to her other side. Mina exhaled heavily at the added sensation on her tits.

Mina squirmed and crawled higher on top of Girn, his lips and tongue moving along her chest, stomach and pubic mound. Kissing lower and lower he could first smell how aroused she was before his tongue tasted her wetness. Mina shifted and straddled Girn's face, beginning to grind as his tongue darted around and into her folds. As she spread her legs, he could push his face further between them, licking her pussy and sucking her clit. As Mina began to shudder and tense, Girn pushed his tongue into her like he would his cock. Mina rode his face until the shuddering stopped, then dismounted.

"Fuck me from behind," she whispered and moved to put her stomach on the bed while kneeling on the floor. Girn stepped behind her and slid in easily. Mina felt amazing.

Girn held her hips and pulled her butt all the way towards him. In mere moments he was pounding into her wet pussy, the slapping noise filling the room. "Oooh, I'm cumming," Mina moaned and squeezed down on his cock as it moved in and out of her. Her legs trembled and Girn had to steady her. Looking over her shoulder, passion in her eyes, she said, "Put your thumb in my ass." She moved her hands and held her cheeks wide.

Girn didn't need much encouragement before his thumb was applying pressure on Mina's puckered hole. He spat down and rubbed his saliva on her asshole before pushing the first digit inside. Already Mina was moaning and groaning. After a few more wiggles, his thumb was entirely inside her. "Aaah, by the gods, yes!" escaped her lips.

The pace of their fucking quickened while Girn twisted his thumb, providing additional anal pleasure. He bucked his hips faster and faster, pounding Mina's pussy from behind. He raised the hand on her hip and smacked her cheek hard. Mina squealed and juices ran from her pussy to coat his balls. Thrust after thrust pushed Mina into the mattress. Her hands clawed at the sheets as her moans filled the room.

"Oh! Oh!" Mina whimpered as another orgasm washed over her.

Girn himself was close and pulled out, stroking his large cock. He grunted and painted Mina's back and ass cheeks with his cum.

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Girn strode as confidently as he could in the direction of the gate. When one of the guards asked him his business, he showed them the letter and the seal. The palace guard looked at Girn with cold, grey eyes.

"Mister Girn," he said in a calm, emotionless voice. "If you would be so good as to accompany me? I will escort you to the Magister's office."

Girn fell into step behind the man. He could not help but notice that another two armed guards dogged their steps. They moved down long corridors, passed through a series of galleries and an enormous ballroom, before going up a winding staircase. On the top floor, he was ushered into a room. The two men-at-arms had followed him in and positioned themselves against the far wall where they stood, immobile.

Girn studied the office. It was large and sumptuously furnished. As Girn watched, a lamplighter in the livery of the palace entered, carrying a small ladder. Another bearing only a lit taper clambered up the ladder and lit the candles set in the massive chandelier. Its light dimmed the rays of the setting sun that beamed in through the wide window.

The guard that had guided him gestured to the massive leather armchair which sat in front of the equally enormous desk. "Please, be seated. The Magister will be with you shortly."

Girn allowed himself to sink into the chair. The guard left the chamber and a moment later a handsome young man entered. The newcomer walked over to the window and stared out for a moment, before pulling the heavy drapes closed. The man considered Girn and smiled for the first time. His teeth were a brilliant white.

"Forgive me, Mister Girn; you are not quite what I expected."

"And what did you expect, Mister...?"

The man bowed. "Forgive me, once more. It has been a long and harrowing day and I quite forget my manners. I am Magister Rebus Gaudulfus de Passereau. I am the Arcane Advisor to the king."

Girn was not sure whether he should rise and bow back. He was not given the chance. Rebus moved swiftly behind his desk and sat down. Girn noticed that even in that comfortable chair he sat with his back straight, like someone used to the iron discipline of a soldier. He opened a small leather book in front of him. "Gunther! Geralt! You may wait outside." Rebus gestured to the men-at-arms. They opened the door and quietly and discreetly vacated the room. Once they had gone, Rebus steepled his fingers. "Tell me, Mister Girn, are you familiar with goblins?"

Girn gulped and considered his words very carefully. If he disclosed too much, he was sure this Arcane Advisor had the resources to arrest him then and there. He said, "I know of them. I am not personally acquainted with any." Girn was proud of himself for using the word 'acquainted'.

Rebus laughed. It was a surprising warm laugh and there was a trace of humour in it. "Very good. I had suspected you weren't friends."

"Why are you asking?"

"Merely because you have served as a sewerjack and you claimed to your superiors there that you had encountered them. Is that not the case?"

Girn glanced over all the paperwork that was neatly arranged in multiple piles on Rebus' desk. "I'm guessing you know it is."

"Yes. I do." Again Rebus smiled. "You do not seem to me like a typical sewerjack, Mister Girn. It's quite unheard of that a mighty barbarian leaps into the sewers to protect a city."

Girn was not as surprised as he might have been by the unexpected nature of the statement. He could sense that this was all part of Rebus' interrogation technique. It was like getting the measure of your opponent in battle, testing the other's skill without giving away everything yourself. Rebus was asking questions masked in shrewdly crafted statements. Girn smiled back at him. "I am the black sheep of my family."

"Indeed. How interesting. You must explain to me how that came about some time."

"I suspect you already know."

"I know a lot of things, Mister Girn, but not all." Rebus flipped through some pages in his notebook. "Let us return to the goblins. How many times have you encountered them?"

"On several occasions."

"How many precisely?"

Girn counted the number of times he was prepared to admit to. There was the encounter in the sewers. There was the attack on the Full Tankard. He decided that under the circumstances it might be undiplomatic to mention his meeting with the dead goblin-ogre in Danton Lynch's house, or his fight in the Black Gardens of Zoaris, or his battle with the goblins of Clan Arx in the Office of Ingenuity.

"Two."

"With several occasions, you mean two?" Rebus looked unconvinced and consulted his book again. He gave Girn a kind smile. "What do you know of Danton Lynch?"

Girn felt his heart skip a beat. He fought to keep his surprise off his face. A slight amused flicker in Rebus' eyes told him that the man had noticed something. "It's a familiar name," Girn admitted. "I think I saw him once at a house of pleasure on Low Street."

Rebus nodded and dipped his quill in ink to scribble something in his booklet. "Very good, Mister Girn. Allow me to share something with you on the understanding on your word as a gentleman, or your barbarian's honour, that nothing I tell you goes beyond the confines of this room." The tone in which the words were said told Girn that Rebus was not simply counting on his word. Girn did not doubt that there would be more serious reprisals if he betrayed the arcane advisor's confidence.

Girn cleared his throat. "You have my word."

"Danton Lynch was murdered..."

Girn thought that his guilt was written all over his face and that Rebus was going to summon the guard to have him thrown into the dungeon.

"...by the goblins."

Girn felt a wave of relief pass through him.

"I can see you are appalled, Mister Girn. I will tell you something else. Danton Lynch was no ordinary servant of the crown. He was the chief of the secret police. We think he must have discovered some goblin plot and been murdered because of it."

If Rebus had used the word 'orchestrated' instead of 'discovered', Girn would've had to agree with him. What he said instead was: "What makes you think this?"

"In the burned-out remains of his estate we found the skeleton of a creature that was not human. We suspect that it was some monster conjured by the goblins to assassinate Lynch. He must have fought with it and killed it, then died of his wounds. The house was probably set on fire during their struggle."

"Hmmm," Girn nodded, feigning surprise at this already known information.

"Interestingly enough, soon after that there was an attempt on your life. As far as I know, you and your late associates, the sewerjacks, were the only people who had by then claimed to have seen the goblins. Perhaps this was an effort to cover their tracks."

"I understand what you mean."

"There are other things you may not know, Mister Girn, and I tell you them now only so you will realise the seriousness of the situation. You may have heard that there was a fire at the Office of Ingenuity?"

"Yes. And seen it. The sky was black with smoke."

"What you may not be aware of is that the fire was the work of the goblins too. Luckily, there seems to have been some sort of accident, for we found many goblin corpses at the scene. However, His Majesty deemed it wise to avoid a panic, and panic there would surely be if the common people were to find out that our city is under siege by the goblins!"

Girn was astonished. After many fruitless attempts by himself to get someone to take the goblin threat seriously, someone was now trying to convince him of it! He did not know whether to laugh or be angry. He decided to play the part allotted to him, for on consideration he realised that showing more knowledge than Rebus believed him to have could easily prove dangerous.

"I am not joking, Mister Girn. Since you reported the presence of goblin parties in the sewers, there have been other sightings, skirmishes even. And bands of the goblins have even raided our docks by night, stealing barges. I tell you, we are under siege. Not the classic open warfare, but a surreptitious one. Now, Mister Girn. I know you take this seriously. I know you have some knowledge of this. We have a mutual acquaintance and he has told me all about your actions in this matter."

"Mutual acquaintance?" Girn asked.

Rebus produced a small bottle which Girn knew contained a herbal concoction similar to the one that Mina and he had received. He held it beneath his nose and breathed deeply from it before setting it down upon the desk. "I refer, of course, to Doctor Pazio. He has told me about your visit to the Black Gardens of Zoaris and what you found there. The situation is truly desperate, Mister Girn, and we badly need your help. Tell me about this strange goblin who writes you the letters of warning. How did you meet it?"

So, Girn thought, Pazio must have reported their entire conversation to Rebus, so he saw no sense in hiding anything about the letter. "I have never met it," Girn said honestly. "In truth I have no idea why it has selected me to communicate with."

"You have these letters on you?"

"No, they vanished in a puff of smoke after I read them," Girn said ironically. He was going to add that he did not carry the letters on his person but Rebus interrupted him.

"Powerful sorcery indeed! Mister Girn, you must understand something. I have taken over Danton Lynch's duties. The security of this great city of Yeledor and the Kingdom lies in my hands. Should this goblin contact you again, well, you must inform me at once."

"Nothing would please me more," Girn said sincerely. He couldn't wait to be rid of these goblin affairs. As much as he liked killing the greenskins, they were getting bothersome.

"And, Mister Girn, I want no more midnight forays into the graveyards. I know you are a brave and powerful man, but these things are best dealt with by the authorities."

"Of course. I will inform you as soon as I learn anything of the goblins' plans," Girn said.

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"That Girn is a special one," Rebus muttered while pondering and gazing across the city.

"What was that, my lord?"

"Ah, nothing, dear," Rebus said and smiled at the woman on his bed. He turned his back to the window and took in her stunning body.

Lady Sybbil was a sight to behold. She was sexy, busty, and sinfully sweet. She had mesmerising blue eyes and wavy, auburn hair. At this moment, her jaw-dropping, voluptuous body was slowly rising and falling on top of Mikal, one of the stable hands. Her large and firm tits on top of her hourglass figure were leisurely swaying with each rebound. She cast Rebus a deceptively sweet smile. She parted her lovely lips that were great at sucking cock and said, "We're ready for round two, Magister. It's your turn to take me from behind."

"Your tits are amazing," Mikal whispered from underneath Lady Sybbil. She giggled appreciatively, shaking her shoulders and making her magnificent tits swing more heavily. She bent forward to let him grab and suck at her soft but firm flesh.

Rebus walked behind Lady Sybbil and looked down at her ass. Her generous cheeks wobbled in rhythm with her riding Mikal. Her asshole was clenching in anticipation of being penetrated again. He took the base of his cock and rested his tip against her hole. Sybbil moaned in response as he proceeded to push inside. Although Mikal had already loosened her in the first round, Rebus found Sybbil's ass still surprisingly tight.

After some back and forth, he was embedded in her ass and the true fucking could begin. Lady Sybbil was already grinding her pussy on Mikal's cock with increasing speed and she expected Rebus to follow her pace in pounding her ass. Rebus grabbed her hips and began fucking Sybbil's ass, gentle at first, then with more powerful thrusts.

"Aaaargh! Ooohmm!" Lady Sybbil exclaimed at being double-penetrated. She arched her back, making her tits bounce freely and gloriously, and cried out at the ceiling.

Rebus took his chance. He released her hips and wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her back against his chest. Supporting each large breast with one hand, he kneaded her delicate tits while kissing her along her neck. He kept pumping into her behind with ease as Mikal now held Sybbil steady at her hips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Lady Sybbil whimpered as her body began convulsing. If not for Mikal's hands on her hips and Rebus' arms around her body, she would have collapsed in a twitching mess, but both men held her steady through her dual orgasm.

"Mmmh," Mikal groaned through gritted teeth as Sybbil's massaged his cock with contractions from her pussy.

"You're such a slut," Rebus whispered in her ear, knowing Lady Sybbil liked to be called that word. He felt her ass erratically clench around his shaft as he continued to hammer his cock inside her asshole. Rebus released one of her breasts and moved his hand up to curl around her throat. With only slight pressure, Sybbil's moans got louder. She loved to be gently choked and it translated into an increased force with which her pussy and ass squeezed down on both cocks inside her.

"Beg for more," Rebus commanded and clutched her throat a little harder.

Between whimpers, Lady Sybbil managed to say, "Please, fuck me deeper. Please, choke me harder."

"You heard her, Mikal," Rebus said and doubled his efforts in slamming his cock into the beauty's ass. He occasionally dug his fingers into the side of Sybbil's neck, eliciting shrieks of pleasure.