WARNING! EXTREME VIOLENCE, BLOOD, DISMEMBERMENT, NON-CONSENSUAL SEX
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Tannah stroked the dark haired girl's cheek and watched her. She was making miniature circles around Tannah's clitoris with her tongue, sending shivers throughout her body, staring up from her hairy groin and humming as she licked. Tannah glanced at where Gavwen and his guest were sitting. The two men drank and conversed while the girl ate Tannah's pussy.
"How many weapons did you say we obtained Tannah?" Gavwen asked as he looked across the short table at the merchant whose eyes were fixed on Tannah and the slim woman between her legs. From the expression on his face the squat balding man was happy to be distracted by the two girls, a factor that Gavwen would no doubt use to his advantage.
Tannah writhed, naked before them as she recalled the figures Gavwen was asking for, her toes splayed and her tits heaving as the slender girl pushed three fingers into her cunt and sucked on her wet labia.
"Fifty suits of ... hahh ... armor plate," Tannah sighed, looking down at the girl between her thighs, her cheeks pink, her lips pressed against Tannah's sex. "Two-hundred and forty swords, one-hundred and seventy wooden shields ... ahhh ahhh," she moaned, arching her back and blushing. "Eighty crossbows ... ahhh ... and ... mmmhm, I'm ... oh gods I'm gonna come!"
Tannah threw her head back and shuddered, clamping her thighs about the girl's ears, her face twitching as she feigned a long climax. "... and ... ahhh ... one-hundred long bows," she gasped, feeling her clitoris throb against the girl's tongue.
She felt the girl kiss her cunt, her fingers moving in and out, massaging the walls of her vagina tenderly. Her chin and mouth were still slimy with Tannah's arousal.
Tannah spread her knees again, brushing the girls hair from her face. The girl was naturally good at getting Tannah wet, a fact that made performing easier. Although her orgasms were always a show when her and the skinny woman had sex, she had gotten Tannah close to coming for real on more than one occasion.
"That's quite a woman you've got mister Gavwen," the merchant said, admiring Tannah as the girl climbed up from between her legs, squeezing her breasts and pressing her lips to Tannah's chest, her pale butt and Tannah's muscled thighs illuminated under the soft candlelight. "She fights, she pleases, she fucks men and girls. She has the figure of an athlete, and it doesn't even spoil her curves, quite a unique find to be sure."
Gavwen grinned, lifting the glass of wine to his scarred lips. Tannah stared at him from atop the furs as her and the girl kissed, tasting her own pussy as their mouths interlocked. The skinny woman smeared Tannah's juices across her cheeks and chin and exhaled softly while the two men watched them.
Tannah felt her hatred for Gavwen burn inside of her. When she was nineteen he'd taken everything from her. First he made her an orphan, then his concubine, then his mercenary, and now he was showing her off to his friends over dinner. Tannah reached between the girl's legs and touched her cunt, her fingers finding the slippery engorged node above her opening. She forced her inner turmoil to the back of her mind while she stroked the girl's sex.
"Ahhhh," the girl squeaked as Tannah rubbed her clitoris, her bush tickling Tannah's palm and her juices running down her fingers.
"Tell me, does she dance?" the roundish man asked as Tannah rolled on top of the girl, hooking two fingers into her pussy, spreading it wide so that Gavwen and his guest could see inside of her as she drew them out again. She examined the naked girl's pale body. She was starting to show signs of her pregnancy, but only slightly.
"Perhaps," Gavwen answered, "but it'd be a waste of her skills."
"Why win men's hearts when you can carve them from their chests eh?" the merchant chuckled.
Tannah looked over her shoulder and saw both men staring at her cunt as she fingered the dark haired girl. It was still juicy from the pleasure the small woman had given her.
"Ahh, ahhh ... ohh yes, touch me like that!" the girl moaned, writhing beneath Tannah.
"Oh yeah, you like that?" Tannah asked, planting playful kisses on the girl's face and neck.
"I'll tell you what Gavwen," the short merchant said, clearing his throat and taking on a more professional tone. "Adding a woman like that to the bargain would give me an excellent incentive to take on the risk of all this plunder you're offering. I'll need to reach out to nearly every dirty dealer in my network to be rid of it all whether it's good steel or not." Gavwen stared at the fat sack of gold coins on the table, a weighty retainer for the goods that the two men were bargaining over.
"Too bad I'm not for sale," Tannah said with a smile, her fingers sliding in and out between the girl's labia as she laid across her naked thigh. There was a long lull in the conversation, silence broken only by the soft moans of the girl in Tannah's arms.
"Would you like to try her?" Gavwen asked. Tannah's grin faded. Gavwen had always guarded Tannah's cunt with the threat of death. Being his tent-wife made her his in both body and mind according to the so-called rules of his kin. The merchant looked as surprised as Tannah to hear the offer. He raised an eyebrow in speculation and glanced again at Gavwen, showing tea-stained teeth as his expression changed from mixed uncertainty to lustful delight.
"Tannah, why don't you come over here and show our guest what you're especially good at," Gavwen said, swirling the wine in his glass. Tannah stood up, looking down at the flushed and slightly sweaty pregnant woman as her fingers slid out of her.
She turned around and looked at the short, ugly man, sitting on the fur cushioned ground, his knees apart and his legs folded beneath him.
"Especially good at," Tannah thought as she approached him. She saw a knife sitting on the low table between the two men, and for a moment she considered showing both of them what she was truly best at. Instead she obeyed, seeing the merchant's grin widen as she sat down before him.
She put her fingers in her mouth and sucked the pussy slime off of them as the man set his wine glass on the table and reached out to touch Tannah's breasts. His palms were fairly soft against her nipples, but he squeezed her tits roughly, squishing them and pressing them against her chest.
Tannah inhaled sharply as he man-handled her. She pulled at the ties of his silken pants and pretended to enjoy his unapologetic gropings, then reached in and pulled out his cock. It was thin but almost the same length as Gavwen's, its head greyish and mushroom-like, his foreskin cut like a westerner's.
She ran a hand along its shaft, feeling it become firm as she touched it, veins bulging along its surface, warm precum wetting her palm within moments of her first caress. Tannah leaned forward, laying down on her stomach between his knees, licking the clear stuff that was already trailing from the tip of his penis.
She felt his hands on her shoulders, traveling up her neck to her head as she kissed his manhood. Then Tannah's lips parted around his cock as he pulled her face against his lap, her mouth sliding down his shaft, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled the stink of his groin.
"She's not as willful as I suspected," the man said as Tannah bobbed her head, sucking back drool as his length slid across her tongue. "In fact I think she's more tame than my horse," he laughed. Tannah's eye twitched as her lips pressed against the merchant's scrotum, wondering earnestly if the man had tried to fuck his horse.
She felt his narrow erection bulge against the back of her throat. She was so distracted by her own anger that she didn't even gag on his member as he held her face against his chubby pubic bone.
"Your name and word are powerful forces both here and abroad Gavwen," the merchant mused, leaning back as Tannah pleasured him, "and yet it seems to me that you are just a regular outlaw, a dog with a fine pair of bitches for his bed perhaps. Still, I've met highwaymen with similar strength at arms." Tannah's eyes and mouth watered, her nose squished against the merchant's hairy crotch while she seethed internally.
"Highwaymen!" Gavwen scoffed. "Do you want to know how we acquired all the weaponry we're here haggling over? I sent a raiding party to collect our usual fee from one of our ... subjects. According to my commander they had set up a few new fortifications and brought in some of the King's soldiers without telling us," he explained.
The merchant's breaths came a little heavier as Tannah sucked, her whole mouth tasting like his precum as her lips slid down his length, coating it with her saliva.
"We killed the soldiers, and sacked the town in one night," he said, raising the wine glass and sipping from it. Tannah felt the merchant's fingers dig into her scalp and heard him shudder as he forced his cock between her lips.
"Nnnggk," Tannah gagged, clinging to the man's hips and tasting his arousal as his manhood pressed against her tongue.
"Allow me to elaborate," Gavwen said, "A little over a hundred of my men took a fortress housing fifty knights without losing a soul. We then stole their banners, dressed ourselves in their armor and when the enemy rode into the plains to face us we took them completely by surprise." He took another sip of wine as the merchant chuckled in amusement. "Does that sound like the work of highwaymen Jelek?"
Tannah recalled that night. Of course, Gavwen had failed to mention that they invaded the fort by stealth, or that they killed most of the knights before they could even arm themselves. That preliminary operation had been entirely Tannah's doing, she'd planned it, drawn up the time charts herself, and even hurled the first grapnel over the wall.
