Using her sword like a cane for support, Leika managed to slump down against a venerable oak, exhausted. Her wounds, although not mortal, were oozing blood and stinging something fierce. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in deeply and then releasing the breath slowly. When Leika reopened her lids, she glanced out the corner of her eye at the naked man kneeling on the grass a few steps to her right. She saw that her slave's hands were clasped behind his back, his cock hanging limply before him. His head was bent low, his chin resting on the leather collar which was wrapped around his neck. His eyes were downcast, but just as she turned her gaze fully upon him he risked a glance at his mistress, quickly averting his eyes once again as he noted that her regard was upon him.
"Joreg!" she said her pet's name sharply.
She might as well have stabbed him with a hot poker, the way he reacted, his posture stiffening instantly. She grinned wickedly. Now that she was sure that she had his attention, Leika gestured for her pet to tend to her.
Standing, Joreg came over to his mistress and began the process of removing the armor she wore over her muscular -- but entirely feminine – frame. Leika set her huge broadsword aside, leaning it against the tree on her left side where it would easily be within reach, should the need arise.
Not that any of the enemies she had just faced would have been capable of tracking her...had she left any of them alive. But it paid to be careful when combat was one's profession, she had learned early on. As her slave disrobed her, Leika thought about the battle from which they had just emerged.
The more she thought about it, the more angry she got. "You know you could have gotten us both killed, right?" she asked her pet as he removed the last of her armor. Joreg nodded in response.
Leika noticed that her slave's cock was beginning to harden as he looked at his mistress in the nude. She laughed softly. "Start licking," she commanded.
Obediently, Joreg began to run his tongue over Leika's wounds, starting with her legs and working upwards. The warrior woman hissed slightly as her pet lapped at a particularly deep cut on her inner thigh, and then gasped in pleasure at the feeling of his rasping tongue on her tender flesh and the tingle she felt as Joreg's innate magic did its work, closing the wound almost instantaneously.
Joreg was a member of an ancient pack of timber wolves which had been imbued by some long dead elven cult with preternatural intelligence and abilities in order to protect their forest home. It seemed like only yesterday that Leika had managed to separate him from his pack and capture him, using a specially made collar to trap him in his human form. Years had passed as she shaped him into her perfect little pet.
Joreg had continued his ministrations while Leika mused on the past, and was now nearly finished tending to her wounds. He licked at a minor scrape on her left breast, causing her nipples to harden. She could bear it no longer; His tongue had been all over her body at this point, except for the one place that she truly needed it.
Grabbing hold of Joreg's hair, the warrior woman guided his mouth to the wound that would never heal. She kept her hold on the back of his head, forcing his face against her mound as he began to lick at her soft gash expertly. The tongue bath he had just given her had gotten her very hot, and she felt a quick orgasm rising. Leika's hips jerked as she crushed her pet's nose against her clit, shock waves of pleasure shooting through her battered body as her mouth opened in a silent exclamation.
Leika released Joreg's hair, reaching up with both hands to tweak her own nipples as she came down from her climax. Her pet didn't pull his head away when she released her grip, but kept licking her gently, perhaps trying a bit too hard to please her. And then she remembered why.
The warrior woman grabbed hold of her slave's hair once again, dragging him up to her eye level. "Why were you out of position?" she demanded.
"I saw you fall, mistress! I thought you needed me."
"It's called a feint, you fucking moron! I was baiting those idiots into attacking recklessly." Leika shook Joreg roughly. She wanted to beat him senseless, but she took a deep breath to calm herself before speaking again.
"Because you were out of position to intercept the package, I may very well have lost this contract," Leika told him. "You know that you must be punished."
Joreg looked scared as her meaning sunk in.
"That's right, bring me my items," Leika commanded.
The slave frowned, but went over to the rucksack which he always carried for his mistress and returned shortly with a leather harness and a large dildo carved from obsidian and inscribed with various runes. Attaching the dildo to the harness, he held the contraption for his mistress as she slipped her legs through. Then Joreg slid the harness up to Leika's waist and buckled it firmly in place.
After completing the task, her pet began to stand, but the warrior woman stopped him. "You'd best suck it, bitch. That's all the lube you'll be getting tonight." Leika grinned evilly and Joreg whimpered as he bent to take her cock into his mouth.
Leika groaned in pleasure as her pet's hot little lips closed around her enchanted dildo. The magical device sent tiny shocks through her pussy and deep down into her core as her humiliated slave gave her an unwilling blow job.
