Barbarian Quest - Cultistslayer 04

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The Palace, City of Yeledor

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Prince Lareon had summoned Girn, Connor, and Captain Aldon. Lord Joshua Sand had been excused for helping Magister Rebus with his recovery. They were seated in the private chambers of the prince and were treated with a plethora of delicious food. Girn was already stuffing his mouth with greasy turkey legs and grilled potatoes with exceptional seasoning.

Lareon did not waste any time. He gathered all around and instructed Captain Aldon. "Select a company of your most trusted men from the garrison. By word of mouth, tell each to muster at the postern gate beginning at sundown. By ones and twos I want them sent into the city, using varied routes and with sharp eyes for signs they are being followed. Let them wander and dine, as if they were off duty, though any drinking should be only sham. By midnight they are all to gather at the Green Frog." With a concise nod, Captain Aldon saluted and left. Girn and Connor looked at the prince, eager for their part in the grand scheme of rooting out the Nightcrawlers.

"Barbarian," Lareon began, patting Girn on his muscled shoulder, "you've already proven your martial prowess in defeating the goblin invasion, and other... skills when that demonic dark elf threatened to end us all. The only thing I ask of you in this is your presence at my side when we face these foul assassins." Girn grinned and his eyes burned with passion to shed Nightcrawler blood. "Meet up with Captain Aldon, he'll assign you to a squad, and we'll meet again at the Green Frog tonight."

With the promise of battle, Girn happily bowed and took his leave.

When Lareon and Connor were alone, the young thief mustered his courage and plainly asked, "Why did you give me the office?"

Lareon remembered his pledge to the Swipemaster but kept his expression neutral. "Count it a means of keeping an eye upon you. You are free to come and go, as long as you discharge your duties as a squire, but should I find the gold cups missing from the pantry. I'll personally drag you down to the dungeon." Connor laughed, but Lareon's voice took on a more sombre tone. "Also, there's the matter of someone wrestling with an assassin upon the roof of a certain merchant's house earlier this week. And you've never said why you chose to come to me with news of that Nightcrawler rather than report it as you were warranted to do."

Connor looked at Lareon. "I've asked myself that many times. I don't really have an answer. I just thought it the better course of action." Lareon nodded his understanding. Connor grimaced. "I hate to bring this up, but what if we run into another of those damn things that won't die?"

"Magister Rebus thinks it unlikely. As does High Priestess Sillavana. They both think it happened only because the priestess called that thing back." Lareon rose. "Come, let's get some more refreshments, for the night should provide bloody work."

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The Palace, City of Yeledor

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Lady Milana giggled as she was twisted onto her stomach and received a playful slap on her tight buttocks. The flesh rippled delightfully. She drew in her legs so that her knees were tucked underneath her lower torso. The nicely rounded ass cheeks were raised into the air and Magister Rebus gladly nestled his erect cock between them. Bucking his hips, the magister's tip slid down along Milana's folds. With one sudden yet gentle thrust, Rebus pushed his cock inside the redhead's pussy.

Milana moaned and threw her head sideways to glance across her shoulders, fiery manes flourishing. She bit her lip, piercing blue eyes boring into Rebus. The magister smiled back, relishing her stunning body and cute freckles as he penetrated her pussy with one deep thrust. He took pleasure in the warmth enveloping his shaft and the pressure upon his tip before slowly pulling out. Then a deep voice interrupted him.

"Seems like you've recovered well enough." Lord Joshua Sand crossed his arms in front of his broad chest and cocked his eyebrow. The entire room was in a standstill. Nothing moved except eyes, darting left and right, gauging the situation and the seriousness of being caught. Suddenly Lord Sand reared back and let out a booming laugh, holding his stomach as if to keep it from trembling with his rumbling laughter. "Rebus, you dog," he roared, "everyone's worried about your well-being and here you are fucking..." He inclined his head and tipped his imaginary hat. "A pleasure, Lady Milana."

Magister Rebus grinned and rubbed the back of his head. "Couldn't help myself. The situation was too good not to be exploited."

Lord Sand nodded and smiled broadly. "Of course it was. And you thought it best to keep your friends worried while cavorting with who-knows-how-many ladies?"

"Other ladies?" Milana asked. Rebus turned red and it was her turn to burst out laughing. "Relax, your insatiable thirst for women is well-known amongst the ladies of the court." She addressed Joshua, still standing in the doorway. "As are you, Lord Sand, but for something different."

Joshua curiously pushed out his lower lip, crossing his arms again. "And that is?" A devious gleam appeared in his eye.

"I'm not sure I can share because I've not confirmed it myself," Lady Milana cleverly drew him in. "Do you mind, magister?"

Rebus moved his head in the positive. "The more, the merrier."

With a couple of long strides, Lord Sand was standing beside Magister Rebus. He patted him on the back, the smaller frame of the arcane advisor almost falling over from the force. "If it's confirmation you seek," Joshua said to Milana, "then I'll gladly oblige." He dropped his trousers and let his manhood free. Rebus whistled and Milana ogled.

"Get that thing over here," the lady said, gesturing Lord Sand to approach her frontside. Even limp, his black cock was longer than what she could handle with her two hands. Thus she didn't bother. Resting on her elbows, Lady Milana opened her mouth and inhaled Lord Sand's big cock. At the same time, she pushed her butt back, feeling the magister's cock filling her pussy again.

It took mere moments for Rebus to get back into the rhythm and for Joshua to gather Milana's red hair and help her plunge down onto his massive black cock. Lady Milana loved the spit-roasting she received; the magisters's cock thoroughly fucking her pussy from behind and Lord Sand's monstrosity stretching her lips and making her gag as it edged down her throat. Quickly she was leaking from both ends, juices spilling from her pussy and spit leaking down her chin as she slobbered on the meat in her mouth.

Lady Milana took control of the threesome and both men didn't object. They changed position to Rebus on his back with Milana riding reverse on top. Joshua stood in front of the horny redhead and pushed his thick black cock between her tits, fucking the lovely orbs as she bounced on Rebus's cock. Milana spit on Lord Sand's tip and the added lubricant coated his dark cock and her pale tits.

Then, she pushed Joshua back and lifted her pussy from Rebus. Her pink folds were glistening with juices. She grabbed the magister's cock between her legs and rubbed the tip against her asshole. Rebus steadied her hips as Lady Milana lowered herself and gyrated her bottom to work the cock past her tight sphincter. It took a while before she was bouncing like she had been before, Rebus's cock penetrating and stretching her ass.

"Don't think I can handle your size in my ass, Lord Sand," she explained, "so you can fuck my pussy instead."

Joshua had been stroking his shaft while Rebus was getting his cock deep inside the redhead's ass. Now, he swiftly nestled between Milana's legs. He pointed his cock at her entrance and pushed into her folds while the other hand rested above her pussy and its thumb was rubbing her clitoris.

Lady Milana groaned as her two holes were filled to the brim with cock. She felt both members throb inside her and squealed in pure ecstasy as Rebus and Joshua pulled out and thrust back in at the same time.

"Oh fuck!" she cried. "Yes, that's it! Fuck my pussy and ass! Make me scream!"

Both men smiled at each other. With four arms to keep Lady Milana steady, they began slamming their cocks into the slutty redhead. Her pussy got hammered by a big black cock while her ass got pounded from underneath. It took only a handful of thrusts and her body was convulsing, pussy and ass contracting violently on both shafts as the intense orgasm took over her body. Lord Sand slapped her trembling tits and grabbed her by the throat for leverage.

"Fucking choke me," she gurgled through her constricted throat, "and keep slapping me about."

Joshua slapped her tits again and then her cheek once. Instantly, his hand left a red mark on her freckled face. But the yearning in her eyes clearly didn't object. He kept roughing her up but only so much as to not leave any marks after their fucking was over. Lord Sand would never hurt a woman, but enjoyed the playful sting they often relished during sex. As if possessed, Milana kept ragdolling around between the two men while their cocks were slamming deep inside her holes.

Then Rebus broke their wild fucking. "I'm close," he warned his companions.

"I want your cum," Lady Milana said hoarsely. "Give it to me, cover me with it!"

Milana was thirsting for cum and threw herself to her knees. The redhead grabbed the magister's cock with two hands and jerked him off energetically. Rebus groaned and released a dozen spurts of cum, covering Milana's face with lines of sticky whiteness. She smiled through the whole process of getting her face plastered. Her excitement increased when she remembered it wasn't done yet. Shifting around, she faced Joshua's monster cock. He was stroking his own massive black cock with one hand and used the other to vigorously rub his tip.

"Open wide," Lord Sand instructed and Lady Milana used her fingers to pull her lips open in some kind of caricature of a smile. She started as a forceful jet of cum hit her on the cheek. Lord Sand swivelled his cock around, making sure to cover every free spot with cum. The slutty redhead giggled as she felt the heaviness of two loads starting to slowly flow down her face to the point that it was dripping onto her tits.

When Joshua was finished, he flicked his cock and took a deep breath. He observed the Lady Milana with respect as the sex-crazed redhead used her fingers to push the heavy flow of cum towards her mouth to suckle on the salty substance. Copious amounts were also glazing her tits and there were even droplets dangling from her nipples. She caressed her breasts and lifted one hand above her face, opening her mouth and savouring the cum that leaked form her fingers.

"Magister," Joshua Sand addressed Rebus with a smile, "if ever you need aid with your recovery again, please call on me."

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City of Yeledor

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Throughout the night bands of soldiers, dressed in the common garb of mercenaries, had been wending their way through the streets of Yeledor, passing one another without a flicker of acknowledgment, until at three hours after midnight over a hundred men were in the Green Frog Inn. Several were dispensing uniform tabards from large sacks, so the soldiers would again be in the Prince's colours during the raid.

Connor entered in the company of two men dressed in simple sailors' garb. The senior of the men saluted. "This youngster has the eyes of a cat, Highness. He spotted our men being followed to the inn three times."

When Lareon looked at them questioningly, Connor said. "Two of them were beggars known to me, and they were easy to intercept and chase off, but the third... It may have been he simply followed to see if something was up. Anyway, when we blocked his way down a street subtly, he simply moved off in another direction. It could have been nothing."

"It also could have been something and endanger the whole operation," Lareon said. "Still, there is nothing more we can do. Even if the Nightcrawlers know we are doing something, they will not know what. Look you here," he said to Connor, pointing to a map on a table before him. "This was given to me by the royal architect. It is old but he thinks it a fair accounting of the sewers."

Connor studied it for a moment. "Perhaps a score of years ago it was." He pointed to one spot on the map and another. "Here there's been a collapse of a wall, and while the sewage still flows, the passage is too narrow for a man. And here there is a new tunnel, dug by a tanner requiring a more rapid disposal of his waste." Connor studied the map a bit longer, then said, "Is there a quill and ink, or charcoal?" A piece of charcoal was forthcoming and Connor made marks upon the map. When adding the last mark right on the spot Prince Lareon had pointed out, he said, "The barkeep has a slip-me-out to the sewers in his basement."

Behind the bar the owner's mouth dropped at hearing that piece of news. "What? How'd you know?"

Connor grinned. "The rooftops aren't the only part of the Shadow Highway. From here," and he pointed at the map, "companies of men can move to these two points. The exits from the basement of the Nightcrawlers' base are cleverly located. Each comes out in a tunnel not directly connected with the others. The doors may be only scant yards apart, but it's yards of solid walls of brick and stone, with miles of twisting sewers to travel, to gain one from the next. It would take an hour to find your way from one exit to another. It's this third one that's the problem. It empties out near a large landing with a dozen tunnels to flee down, too many to block."

Captain Aldon, who was looking over the young thief's shoulder, said, "Which means a coordinated assault. Connor, can you hear if someone is breaking in one of the doors and you're at the other?"

Connor said, "I should think. If you slip someone to the top of the stairs, for certain. Especially this time of night. You'd be surprised how many little noises filter down the streets during the day, but at night..."

Lareon said to the two senior officers that had accompanied Connor, "Can you find these locations from this map?" Each nodded. "Good. Each of you will guide a third of the men to one of these two entrances. The other third will come with Aldon and myself. Connor will guide us. You will position men but not enter the basement of that building unless you are discovered first or you hear our party assaulting those within. Then come with all speed. Aldon, those on the streets should be in position. They have their orders?"

Aldon said, "Each has been instructed. At first hint of trouble, no one is allowed to leave that building unless he wears your tabard and is known by sight. I have thirty archers in place on the rooftops on all sides to discourage any seeking quick exit. A herald with a trumpet will sound alarm and two companies of horsemen will exit the palace at the bugle. They will reach us within five minutes. Any in the streets not of our company will be ridden down, that is the order."

Lareon quickly put on a tabard and tossed one to Connor and Girn. It barely fit the barbarian and threatened to tear at the lightest movement from the mountain of muscle. Lareon said, "It is time."

The first two groups were led into the cellar below the inn. Then it was time for Connor to lead the Prince's group. The stench of the sewers caused a few soldiers to gasp and utter soft oaths, but a single word from Captain Aldon restored order to the ranks. Several shuttered lanterns were lit. Connor motioned for a single line to be formed, and led the Prince's raiders off towards the Merchants' Quarter of the city.

After nearly a half hour walking, past slowly moving channels carrying waste and garbage towards the harbour, they found themselves approaching the large landing. Lareon ordered the lanterns shuttered. Connor went forward. Lareon tried to follow his movements but was astonished as the darkness seemed to swallow him up. Lareon strained to hear him, but Connor was noiseless. For the waiting soldiers the strangest thing about the sewers was the stillness, broken only by the sound of slow water lapping. Each soldier had taken care to muffle all armour and weapons, so should there be a Nightcrawler lookout he wouldn't be alerted.

Connor returned after a moment and signalled that a single guard stood at the bottom of the stairs to the building. With his mouth near Lareon's ear he whispered, "You'll never get one of your men close enough before the guard gives alarm. I'm the only one who stands a chance. Just come running when you hear the scuffle begin." Connor pulled his dirk out of his boot and slipped away.

Suddenly there was a painful grunt and Lareon and his men were off, all thoughts of silence discarded. Girn was the first to reach the boy, who struggled with a powerful guard. The youth had come up behind the man and had leapt and grabbed him around the throat, but had only wounded him with the dirk, which now lay upon the stones. The man was nearly blue from being choked, but had tried to smash Connor against the wall. Girn ended the struggle with a single swipe of his greataxe, cleaving in the face of the Nightcrawler guard. The man slipped silently to the stones. Connor let go and smiled weakly. He had taken a terrible battering.

Lareon whispered, "Stay here," to him, then signalled his men to follow. Ignoring his promise to his father to wait behind while Captain Aldon led the assault, Prince Lareon silently hurried first up the stairs. He halted before a wooden door with a single sliding latch, placed his ear next to it, and listened. Muffled voices from the other side caused him to raise his hand in warning. Girn, Aldon, and the others slowed their approach.

Lareon quietly moved the door's latch and pushed gently. He peeked into a large, well-lit basement. Sitting around three tables were about a dozen armed men. Several were tending weapons and armour. The scene was more reminiscent of a soldiers' commons than a basement. What Lareon found more incredible was that this basement was located below the most richly appointed and successful brothel in the city, the House of Moans, one frequented by most of the rich merchants and no small portion of the minor nobility of Yeledor. Lareon could well understand how the Nightcrawlers could gain access to so much information about the palace and his own comings and goings. Many a courtier would boast of his knowledge of some 'secret' or other to impress his whore. It would not have taken more than a chance mention from someone in the palace that the Prince returned that specific night earlier in the week.

Abruptly, a figure entered Lareon's view that made the Prince catch his breath. A dark elf warrior approached a man who sat oiling a broadsword and spoke quietly to him. The man nodded while the dark elf continued his discourse. Then suddenly he spun. He pointed directly towards the door and opened his mouth to speak. Lareon didn't hesitate. He shouted, "Now!" and charged into the room.

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At the end of his shift, Pollo had snuck up from the basement into the House of Moans above. He couldn't be happier with their hideout underneath the brothel. He had gone from a virgin when they first arrived here to fucking a woman of pleasure every night. How he felled blessed.

Pollo blended into the patrons of the House of Moans. He took in the beauty of many women of pleasure while keeping his ears attentive to interesting gossip. But not for long as his eye fell on a beautiful redhead not yet bothered by one of Yeledor's rich nobles.

"I fear we have not yet made acquaintance," he said to the redhead upon greeting her. Pollo tried his best to sound fancy as a way to hide his presence between the city's finest.