Drow Hunter

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I awoke to a very pleasurable sensation on day 7, that of my little pet sucking my cock ever so slowly. For several minutes I just laid there watching her as she stroked my rock-hard cock with her hands and then her mouth like she had all the time in the world to please me. 'Having fun my slave?' I asked in a quiet voice. She looked up at me and just smiled.

'Good morning, Master. Has Master found his slaves way of awakening him enjoyable?' She asked and climbed up my body and lowered herself onto my stiff prong. 'Ummmmmm... Master feels soooooo goooood in his slaves' dark cave of pleasure.' She moaned out and started riding me. I reached up and pinched her rock-hard nipples, twisting them from side to side and pulling them toward me then letting go only to start again.

She bounced harder and harder on my cock, moaning louder with each down stroke, I could tell from the way her pussy was gripping my meat that she was close to cuming all over my balls. Not that I would mind, I enjoyed the feeling of her juices dripping from her body onto mine. 'Ummm yes, my dark pet, cum for your master slut. Show him your love of his thick cock deep in your cunt.' I growled at her and rolled her under me, then screwed her like there would be no tomorrow.

'Yes Master... Ooohhh by the dark goddesssss yesssssss, drive your cock into me Master, own my body Master, mark my body with your seed.' She nearly screamed out and finally came and then came again as her orgasm triggered my own. I painted her twat with a fresh coat of my cream.

Twillaa grabbed onto me as tightly as she could, wrapping her long, slim black legs around my body, shaking the whole time. I pump into her for another minute or so, holding her just as tightly and biting her neck as I fully drained my balls into her.

We laid there for several minutes then finally climbed out of bed, and I dragged her to the bath house, we slid into the steaming hot water and washed the mornings enjoyment away. The inn keeper brought in plates of food and drink, I hoped to be relieved today but knew that more than likely wouldn't happen. When the Drow attacked then I knew we would be relieved.

The first of many attacks started that very night, several attacks were with just bows hopping to pick a few of us off, they would fire 2 or 3 volleys then wait until we started moving around again then fire another 2 or 3 times to get us to duck down. I knew what they were doing, they were moving closer to the wall and soon would be coming over it to attack us.

We readied ourselves for that attack and I moved to my spot on the ground and watched the grass move the closer they got. I had filled my quiver with extra arrows, and I was also carrying extra daggers and knives for close up fighting. I watched the first Drow reached the wall and started to climb up only to fall back his guts spilling out all around him. I pulled my knife back in and wiped it on a rag I carried with me for just such an event, I drew and fired several arrows into the moving grass and heard screams of pain from behind me and know that some townsman had just been killed or severally injured.

For me time became immaterial as I killed only the gods know how many, they even tried to tunnel in again and did so almost right next to several guards who were holding a vital gate house. Over 20 on both sides were killed before the hole was plugged and the gate reinforced, we really didn't have many men or women to move around. Of course, they didn't have many men that they could throw away either, it was just a matter of time as to who would run out of people to throw away first.

I welcomed the dawn and counted my remaining arrows and had 46 of the 84 I had started with left plus the 50 I had stored in a safe spot in case I needed to quickly reload. I could see 9 dead bodies from my position and was finally relieved to go rest, bathe and eat.

I found Twillaa in the inns dining room helping to treat the wounded men and women of the watch and watched her move from wounded person to wounded person, cleaning each wound then either bandaging it up or stitching the larger ones closed. She moved like a woman possessed trying to stop the loss of blood and repair what could be fixed. I knew from past experience that we needed to hold out as long as possible.

I went and after removing my weapons belts drenched myself to wash the layers of dried viscera from my clothes and body then headed for our room to change into a fresh set of clothes and strapped my weapons back on. Going back downstairs I managed to get a quick bite and headed back out to watch the Drow from the wall.

I could see numerous corpses littering the area between the grass and the wall that hadn't been dragged back to wherever they were hiding the bodies.

We had counted 15 bodies inside the palisades, and I'd managed to count at least another 20 outside on just the east wall area that I'd seen. I knew there were more along the other walls, I just wasn't sure how many there really were.

I managed to get some sleep and Twillaa curled up against me sometime during the day, I did enjoy waking up next to her naked body each evening. Her tits were quite firm and playing with her nipples really fired her pussy up, she also enjoyed being tied down by my hand and made to do things that very few women would ever really try.

I knew what I needed to do tonight and after eating, I dressed carefully and pulled on several extra weapons and an extra layer of the fine chain mail armor that had been Drow made. Somehow, I just knew that I'd be needing it, tonight I'd be going over the wall and make the Drow pay for coming this far South. I grabbed Coyote and head for our escape tunnel.

We drop into the entrance and come out along a ravine the makes up part to the NW corner of the shallow hill that the town sits on, I could see several dead Drow laid out so this must be where they're dumping the dead bodies. I counted 22 bodies before Coyote joined me, and we quietly move out towards the NE side of the ravine.

I flatten against a wall as I heard several Drow talking just the other side of a bolder and manage to get a quick glimpse around it and count 3 about 2 or 3 steps away. Like soldiers everywhere they're shooting the shit about what they'll do with their cut of the haul once they overran the town. I pull out a second dagger and nod to Coyote who has done the same, we step around the corner and within 3 ticks of a clock had driven our blades into the throats and skulls of the relaxed Drow.

We quickly drag them into the "graveyard" as I thought of it and add them to the growing piles then strip their weapons and gear, piling the loot into packs then placing the packs just inside the hidden entrance. We hide our features as much as we possible could and hunted down the commander's tent, it really wasn't that hard to find and quietly slipped in. The next 10 or so seconds was a whirl of silent, flashing blades and splattered blood all over the place.

Coyote stood watch as I grabbed as many of the maps and pieces of parchment as I could and stuffed them into my shoulder bag, we then slipped out the back of the tent and into the shadows. Along the way back we manage to kill 2 more Drow that were just unlucky enough to have blocked our way back. We quietly head back to the tunnel in a roundabout way and slip in just as the alarm is raised, we erased any sign of our presence the best we could and slid back down the tunnel hauling both bags.

We hit the pit and give the sign that we'd agreed on beforehand and blocked up the opening to the tunnel, we'd left several small traps behind us just in case they did find the entrance at the other end and decide to see just where it led.

'You 2 do know how to kick over a stingers nest.' Dog said as we sealed up the tunnel with the metal and wood grate. 'We've been taking fire for the last 10 minutes, who's tent did you raid Ghost?' I just clapped him on the shoulder and smile. He just rolls his eyes towards the heavens and sighed loudly. 'Oh, sweet mother of the gods, what did you do this time Ghost?'

I led them back to the Inn and laid the maps on small table in my room and we start sorting everything out. The maps showed us their plans to make several attacks and to stall the relief force that was due in 2 days. We quickly came up with several counter attacks and made plans to hit them hard during the day when we know that they'll be resting and not really ready for a fight.

'To arms, to your post, we are under attack again... To arms, to your post, we are under attack again.' We hear and quickly grab our stuff, and I refold the map the map and place it in the bag at my waist. We rush out to our spots and help repel yet another attempt to scale the walls and kill or capture us then steal the supplies.

To say it was a frenzied blood bath would be like calling the night dark, I think nearly every remaining Drow I believe, tried to come over, under or through the wall over the next 4 hours and by the coming of the new dawn no one was left unbloodied. I finally managed to get over to the Inn and found Twillaa covered in blood, some of it her own and cuts from having to defend the wounded she was caring for. 2 very dead Drow soldiers lay in the street just in front of the door to the Inn.

I was greeted by several men and women holding shields and swords as I opened the door, several recognized me and lowered their swords. 'What took place here?' I asked already putting most the pieces together based on what I'd seen so far. They told me of how several Drow had burst in and started killing the wounded that were waiting to be helped, Twillaa had grabbed a short sword and started hacking back at them. I went back outside and looked the bodies over; one's head was nearly removed from its shoulders and the other had several stab wounds to the chest and stomach area.

Going back inside I checked her over and decided that she would live then kissed her head. 'Good girl my pet.' I told her then let her know that I had things to do yet and headed for the door. I knew what would come next and it was never my favorite part of a battle.

'Sire... come back for your pet, pet loves her master.' She said just before I opened the door. I stopped and let those words find their place within me, I simply nodded not trusting myself to speak at that moment.

'Stab every corpse you find, the dead do not care, and until you stab them, they are not dead yet.' Grizzly grumbled out to the assembled men who would be going out the gates with us to make sure this was truly over. 'Move out.' He growled again and headed for the gate house. 'Open it up and clear the path.' He said and we stood to one side as the townsmen quickly moved to carry out his commands. I knew it would be a long, hot, dismal day.

I was not disappointed.

Coming back in as the sun began to set, we all quickly stripped down and dumped buckets of water on each other to wash the worst of the gore away. I'd managed to dig a few hundred arrows out of the walls, the earth, and from the bodies of the dead also. I separated them into 3 piles, good. repairable and unrepairable then went to work. Twillaa found me several hours later in a small, shed working by lantern light, she brought a plate of food and some drink and spoke about her day as I ate.

'Master why do you never speak of how your day went to me?' She asked after I finished eating. I simply looked over at her and smiled.

'My dear, listening to the horror show my day has been would just depress you.' I said and sat my empty cup aside and looked at the night sky the constellation of the great horned bull one was getting low in the sky and the twins had already risen, soon the clawed one would come and with it the heat of summer. I gathered the good arrows and refilled my quivers then dampened the lantern I'd been using and used the sliver of light to show us the path to the baths and then inside the Inn.

I tried to sleep well that night, holding my slaves naked body against my own, I woke up several times to what I thought was someone screaming out an alarm again. I finally dressed and went out; it was too quiet and prowled the town looking for any Drow that might have gotten in and had stayed hidden until the dark of night. I found Griz standing at one of the corners of the wall sniffing the wind.

'What does your critter getter tell you old friend.' I quietly asked. I'd long sense learned to trust that sensitive nose of his, if he said there was trouble coming, I made ready for war.

'They should not have given up this easily Ghost, something about this feels way off and the wind has a funny tinge to it.' He said in a quiet voice. For all his size and fierceness in battle or on the practice field, Grizzly could be surprisingly gentle when he wanted to be, especially around kids.

I nodded and stretched out my senses, and like him felt the unease in the wind, something in the air was off. I just couldn't put my finger on it yet. 'Wake the others Griz and armor up, your right about this, something is way off. We're not out of the woods yet.' I replied and dropped down to get my bow and quivers of arrows. I'd feel better when that relief collum arrived and reinforced us, we'd killed over 200 here and there was still at least another 50, or more, Drow out there somewhere doing only the gods knew what.

Getting back to the wall I noticed that the night had gone eerily silent, that peaked my senses as I reached out yet again and could feel the Drow closing in, I moved in

to the shadows and drew my bow out, I could hear the others making their way up to the level I was on. I calmly drew an arrow and fired.

There was a slight scream and then the real screaming started as they tried to overwhelm those of us up here. 'To arms, to your post, we are under attack... to arms, to your post, we are under attack.' Once again rang out and I could hear others taking up its cry. In under a minute men and women poured out in various states of dress and took up their spots on the wall. All were holding some clothes plus their weapons as 3 arrows thudded into the post in front of me. I shifted positions and sang out 3 arrows in return, I heard 2 hit their marks.

By dawn once again the fighting had stopped, and we were yet again picking up the pieces and trying to save those who had been wounded. I saw the mayor and town Sheriff walking around like nothing had happened, I would have answers to why we had been so poorly guarded, and if need be, I was more than prepared to take a head or 2 to encourage people to stay the course.

'Who gave the watch the night off? who was it, because none of the Rangers did it so it had to one of you 2 idiots.' I snarled. They both looked shocked that someone would have the audacity to raise a voice about one of their decisions or proclamations. They were about to find out that titles and status meant nothing to me. 'Which of you 2 idiots nearly killed the whole town?'

'Who did what is none of your concern Ranger, the men were tired, and the battle won, does that not earn them time off?' The mayor said in a snooty voice looking around at the yet again exhausted people standing on the wall. 'Besides there was no danger to the town.' I was ready to take his head right there and then.

'Until the relief collum arrives these walls will be 50% manned day and night, Lord Mayor, Sheriff, fail again and I shall take your foolish heads and mount them on posts as a warning to other to always do their best.' I growled back at them my sword leveled at their necks.

'Which head shall we take first Ghost, the fools or the idiot that follows the fool?' Dog asked from behind me to my left. 'I would warn you not to irritate this man, few if any have survived as many trips across the Dagger and back as many times as he has. If he says he'll take your head, I'd start picking out a place to be buried.' Both looked as though they wanted to say something back just to really ramp up the tension. 'Oh, and don't even think about touching his woman, we would skin you alive and take turns removing your hides. You'll take days to die and beg for someone, anyone to kill you just to stop the pain, as you bake in the sun.' He said casually.

We returned to the wall and looked out searching for any movement among those who might still be alive, I heard Griz assembling those that would go out yet again and clean up the dead and recover their weapons and any supplies they had brought with them. I hopped down and joined up for what I knew would be another long disgusting day, we passed through the gate that now had triple the number of guards that normally would stand around it when it was open.

Dog, Coyote and I back tracked and quickly found where they had left the piles of stolen supplies from a small town just 10 leagues from where we were standing. We picked through it looking for any clues and figured that they had taken at least 10 new slaves, maybe as many as 20 but I sort of doubted that. In my experience, with that many slaves they would have made for the dagger and screw everyone else. We had a small group of townsmen take a cart and recover the supplies that had been stashed away.

I spent some time recovering the shot arrows, there weren't as many as last time, but there seemed to be less useable ones. I would make use of what I had to work with, and I just hopped to be able to restock with fresh arrows in the next few days.

It was getting towards the end of the day and we'd managed to clean the battlefield of all the bodies and dropped weapons, any monies, and all the other things that soldiers seem to carry with them into battle. We were headed for the gate when one of the sentries called out 'dust cloud on the horizon.' He pointed toward the main road that led to the gate.

Everyone quickly got back inside and several of us helped to close and lock the gate once again. We all took our places on the wall and stayed low until we got a better look at who ever was coming our way. Around 30 to 40 minutes later 3 men rode up to the gate and one came closer holding his shield up, the other 2 stayed out of what they thought was the range of regular arrows.

'Hail in the gate house.' The ranger called up I recognized his voice at once. It was another of those that had beat and banged on me all those years ago. I peeked out of the arrow slit and looked him over, he'd gotten a little grayer around the edges and put on a pound or 3 but still looked as though he could give me a good row on the pitch.

'You're getting fat old man; you need to lay off those extra meat pies and you've lost your vibrant colors, we may have to call you gray fox instead of red fox, ya old goat.' I called back teasing him. I could tell that he knew it was me and I'd more than likely be getting a bit of time on the practice pitch to take those words back.

'You always did have a sharp tongue their ghost, to bad you're not half as smart as you think you are.' He quipped back.

'Even half as smart is twice smarter than you Foxy.' I called back. 'Open the gates before that fat man hurts that poor horse, he's on.' I told the guards controlling the winches that opened and closed the gates. I went outside and dropped down to ground level to greet them. 'As usual Fox you're a day late and a silver piece short as always, the fighting is finished here.' I said as he climbed down and embraced me.