Chapter 4 - The Necromancer
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The tall man with the scared face opened the door and, with his woman, entered the common room. "Where is Preston?" he called.
Jarveena looked up from her work and was startled by the look of the man. His skin was dark, not black but dusky. A scar ran across his brow and two others ran down his cheeks. His eyes were coal black and shown like obsidian from beneath his hood.
"Preston is dead," Jarveena answered. "I'm one of the new owners."
"And I'm the other, Gavin," Garth called from the doorway to the back room. He rushed into the common room and clasped the stranger's hand. "And Robyn, are you still with this ugly lout?" he embraced the strangers beautiful companion. "Jarveena," he draped his arms over the couples shoulders, "This is Gavin and his soul mate, Robyn. He is a Stygian, and one of the cleverest wizards I've ever met. Robyn, as you can see, is a Sylvan Elf, and sorceress of some power in her own right."
Jarveena came from behind the bar and greeted the couple warmly. "You did startle me when you first came in," she admitted.
Gavin threw back his hood, "I sometimes have that effect on people." His hair was long, below his shoulders and black with two white streaks running from his temples. He was as tall as Garth but rail thin, and his hands were long, with thin, tapering fingers.
Jarveena's eyes were drawn to the large sword Gavin wore over his back, "it's unusual to see a mage with such a sword." Gavin chose not to respond, and Jarveena let it drop.
"What brings you to our inn, my friend?" Garth asked, pouring goblets of wine for everyone.
Gavin and Robyn took the wine gratefully.
"My old - friends - are still in pursuit. Two months ago they almost caught up with us in Galoria." Gavin sipped his wine before going on. "Three priest/assassins were waiting for us when we disembarked in the harbor. They followed us to the inn and tried to kill us there."
Robyn chuckled, "That's one inn that we can't go back to."
Gavin looked at his woman and grinned, "Were it not for Robyn's spell, we would not have survived. I don't think they expected such power from a woman."
"Why were they after you?" Jarveena asked.
Gavin regarded her for a moment, "Has Garth not told you of this?"
Jarveena shook her head.
"I am a Stygian. At birth I was consecrated to Set, the Stygian god of death and the underworld. I was trained as a wizard and achieved the Ninth Cyrcle. I came to the realization that Set, and his priests and wizards, were dedicated to the purest of evil." Gavin paused and sipped more of his wine, "I could not continue along the path they had ordained for me. Five years ago, I burned the tattoos from my face and fled. They have been hounding my heels ever since."
"I remember when we met Robyn, poor Gavin never had a chance." Garth laughed.
Jarveena looked at Robyn; slender (like an Elf) and tall, dark hair, fair skin and blue/gray eyes. Her features were very fine, her nose straight and her lips red and full.
"I can understand that," Jarveena said quietly, "Robyn is a most beautiful lady."
"You two must be exhausted," Jarveena said, moving her eyes away from Robyn. "You can have the room next to ours. I'll take you up there while Garth is closing up."
"In the morning I'll make a visit to the Master Assassin and see if he's heard anything." Garth said.
In their bedroom, Jarveena asked Garth to tell her more about Gavin - and Robyn.
"Robyn is completely devoted to him, I don't think you'd make any headway with her." Garth was sitting naked on the bed, watching Jarveena undress.
"Tell me about Gavin - those scars are horrible looking," she said, slipping her shirt off.
"Gavin escaped from Stygia about five years ago. He had tattoos on his brow and cheeks, snakes they were, since the sigil of Set is a snake. When he escaped he took a red-hot dagger blade and burned them off. The man has a tremendous pair of stones." Garth watched as Jarveena slid her skirt down her long legs, "But that sword of his is a story in itself." He lay back on the bed as Jarveena approached and sat beside him.
"Tell me about it, my love," she purred, her fingers playing in his chest hair.
"How familiar are you with the lesser gods of Chaos?"
Jarveena laughed softly, "Not at all."
"The god of fear is called Azog. He is said to have a stare that would freeze the blood of the bravest warrior."
Jarveena began stroking Garth's thighs as he went on. "We were on an adventure together - he hadn't met Robyn yet - exploring an abandoned castle. All right, we were treasure hunting," Garth laughed as Jarveena tickled his navel.
Jarveena began dragging her erect nipples over Garth's hard belly, urging him to continue the story.
Garth gritted his teeth and went on, "We were deep in the castle's dungeon and found a sealed chamber. We guessed that there might be treasure in there. Gavin was able to remove the sealing wards and we went in." Garth paused a moment as Jarveena moved her fingers up and down his thigh. "Against the far wall there was a robed figure, tall, stately with a huge sword in front of him."
"Azog?"
"Azog," Garth nodded. "He ignored me, but called Gavin by name. He told Gavin to meet his gaze - and he did. I could feel the fear radiating from Azog, but Gavin met his stare and didn't flinch. Hells, he even drew his dagger and held it ready." Garth shook his head in amazement, "I still get the shivers remembering it. Then Azog spoke to Gavin again; 'You have great courage, my son.' Then he handed Gavin the sword he had been holding. 'This is The Slayer. Wield it with courage,' he told him. He also gave him a dagger, black bladed, like Soulcatcher, and a ring. He never told me anything about the dagger or the ring, but the sword is almost as powerful as Soulcatcher."
Jarveena was now nuzzling Garth's thigh with her cheek, he could feel her warm breath on his, rapidly hardening, cock. "Tell me about Robyn," she purred, her fingers playing in Garth's pubic hair.
Garth squirmed as Jarveena teased and excited him. "She's one of the more beautiful females I've ever seen, and one of the nicest. OUCH!" Jarveena bit Garth just below the navel.
"Did you want her for yourself?"
"Jealous, my love?" Garth laughed. "I didn't have time. She and Gavin saw one another and that was it." He chuckled again, "Personally I don't know what she sees in him."
"Oh, I do." Jarveena was still playing in Garth's crotch. "Power, power and a raw sexuality."
"Wizard and sorceress - I suppose it's a logical combination. Now, as for you," Garth grabbed Jarveena by the hair and moved her head down to where his cock stood straight and hard. "You got me like this - now you're going to have to take care of it - with that mouth of yours."
Jarveena eagerly took Garth's cock into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the shaft as her tongue flicked over the swollen head. She let her teeth scrape lightly over the bulging veins as she sucked his cock-head into her throat.
Garth held Jarveena's head in his hands as he thrust his cock into her willing mouth, feeling her soft lips and tongue moving over his raging cock as her fingers fondled and caressed his heavy balls. "Gods, woman, you know how to pleasure me!" Garth groaned, feeling the ecstasy building deep within his loins.
Jarveena wanted to bring Garth to a climax quickly. She was hungry to taste his seed, but she wanted to take the edge off as well. Jarveena wanted to prolong their lovemaking as long as possible. Between Jarveena's mouth and fingers, Garth quickly reached the point of no return. With a mighty growl his cock erupted, spilling his hot cum into Jarveena's greedy mouth.
She swallowed every drop - each time sending bolts of sexual lightning up Garth's spine - not wanting to waste a single morsel. She sucked still harder, milking all she could from Garth's pulsating cock, before releasing it.
Garth twitched slightly as he felt the softness of Jarveena's breath on his wet, semi-erect cock.
Jarveena's eyes locked with Garth's. "Watch me, my love," she taunted, licking Garth's cock from bottom to top, and back again. The sight of his woman making love to his cock had the effect Jarveena had wanted. Garth's cock began to stiffen, again.
When she was satisfied with the quality of Garth's erection, she released his cock from her mouth and positioned herself on her hands and knees. "Fuck me - fuck me like an animal."
Garth knelt behind her and put his cock to her wet hole. He held her by the hips and slammed his cock into her waiting cunt. He drove his cock into Jarveena with a single, savage thrust.
The air was forced from Jarveena's lungs by the power of Garth's cock as it pounded into her tight pussy. She ground her hips, taking Garth's cock as deep as it would go.
Garth reached one hand around her and began fingering Jarveena's clit. With his cock pumping into her as hard and fast as he could, his other hand reached up and grabbed her long hair. Like reining a horse, Garth pulled back, lifting Jarveena's head and pulling it to one side.
"Fuck me - fuck me - my stallion. Make me your harlot!" Jarveena cried out in pleasure/pain and Garth thrust his cock into her even harder. Jarveena's insides were boiling as her orgasm welled up. Her pussy lips wet and swollen - clutched around Garth's pounding cock, her juices flowed over the thrusting shaft and bulbous head. Animal sounds, mixed with the wet sounds of two bodies, filled the room. The heady scent of passion hung in the air like perfume as Garth and Jarveena moved in exquisite unison, each urging the other to new heights of sexual pleasure.
Garth could feel his balls tighten, as Jarveena's cunt tightened around him, holding his cock in a hot, wet, velvet grip as she ground her hips back, forcing Garth still deeper in her steaming pussy.
