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The Desert Ghosts Ch 05 10

The Desert Ghosts Ch 05 10

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CHAPTER V

Kael IV

Kael was drinking a morning broth that Piera had made while seated on a sofa that felt as soft as a cloud. He was on his own, awake earlier than most, although he assumed his team had a busy night in this brothel.

"I hope you slept well." Piera's older yet soft voice said as she approached Kael, who was sitting down opposite to him.

"I did. Thank you for your hospitality." Kael told her as he spooned more broth into his mouth.

"No thanks necessary," She told him. "After saving Jahil, it was the least I could do."

Kael's head was still spinning with the knowledge of Denil sending people to Pakria.

"Can I ask," Kael said as Piera nodded to him, "how long have you been here?"

Piera sat back, circling a spoon inside of a mug of tea.

"I've run this house for twenty years," She told him. "But this house has been here since shortly after the war started."

"So Denil are supplying the Pakria?" Kael asked, "to help weaken the rest of the empire?"

Piera smiled at him.

"It is not my place to say," she told him. "That is the business of the Molatas."

The Molatas were the ruling Dynasty of Denil ever since they migrated to Oswin mainland. Kael knew of their history, how the empire made them submit. Ever since then, it had been a calm and friendly relationship. King of Kings Leo Thine may be the emperor of the Empire, but he was not a vicious man. He was a bit of a fool, but he treated each Kingdom with respect, which made the fact that Denil were working against him more confusing.

"I have a question," Piera said, and Kael returned with a nod. "Why are you here? Where are you going?"

Kael was unsure on his answer. On one hand, he shouldn't give away their mission, but on the other, she may have vital information.

"We're going East," He told her as he placed his bowl down before leaning on his knees. "Have you heard of an army being formed in Pakria?"

Piera gave a knowing smile in return and then crossed her legs.

"That is why you're here," She told him. "We have heard talk of such things. My girls overhear conversations whilst working."

So it's true,

His heart sunk at the thought.

"What is your plan?" Piera asked. "Six of you taking on an army?"

Kael looked at her, and her eyes showed a woman with years of knowledge and intellect.

"Not as of yet." Kael replied.

This woman effectively worked for the enemy. Giving her any more information than necessary could be detrimental to their mission.

But Kael needed more.

"Do you have maps?" He asked her, "or a way to know which route we are to take."

Piera's eyes roamed around his body, probably wondering what she should do.

"We have maps of the local tribes that we venture to regularly," She told him, "however any further is done by memory. We worry if there were maps for further away. Less friendly tribes, they could track us down. As you've seen, not all Pakria are happy to have us here."

Kael nodded. Even a map of the local area would be of help. As he pondered this, Piera arose from her seat, tea in hand.

"You are all welcome to stay as long as you wish." She told him before walking away.

Kael remained on his own, eating his broth while contemplating their action before Connah emerged with his top off, his scared face smiling.

"Morning." Kael told him.

Connah grabbed himself a bowl of broth before slumping down onto another chair.

"Oh, it is." Connah said grinning from ear to ear.

"Well rested?" Kael joked.

"I tell you what," Connah said, "I waited too long to fuck a Denil girl."

Kael laughed in response, not that he would know, having spent the night alone.

One by one the rest of the team left their slumber, ate, and recovered. When Exi came out Kael's heart fluttered, both with nerves and annoyance, knowing how she spent her night.

"We need to talk." She said to him, sitting by his side as the rest of the team walked around the brothel.

"What about?" Kael asked her.

"Samuhal," She told him, perking Kael's ears. "I asked, and he is welcome to stay here while we continue."

Kael sat back, staring at her intently.

"You would leave him here?" He replied.

"He's injured, Kael," Exi replied. "He can't fight. He will only be a weakness to our mission."

I am not leaving my friend here! Surrounded by what are the enemy.

"He's healing." Kael told her with gritted teeth.

"Not quick enough," Exi argued. "If we get attacked, then he would be of no help. One of us could die helping him, whereas, he will be safe."

It was nonsense. Kael did not bring Samuhal this far to simply leave him.

"We will let him decide." Kael told her, hands forming into fists.

"You need to step up," Exi whispered. "Take charge and make him stay. It's the right decision."

"No." Kael grunted, "He can decide his fate."

After that, the group joined together to discuss their plans. Kael informed them about this conversation with Piera that morning, which brought straight, solemn faces.

"So," Alix spoke, "it's settled then. There's confirmation of an army. Do we return to camp?"

"No," Kael quickly responded, not wanting that idea to get into the other's thoughts. "We do not know for certain, and we don't know how big an army they have grown or where they are... there is too much we need to know before returning."

Kael was happy to see his words met with agreement, even from Alix.

"So, we set off today," Kael told them. "Piera will give us a map of the local area, but from there we carry on as normal."

"I could help with that," Jahil's soft voice said from behind. The group opened up to allow the Denil woman to join them. "I can guide you. I have been far East a number of times."

A guide would help, but Kael tensed at the thought of having her with them.

"I can't ask you to do that." Kael told her, hoping that would end the discussion.

"I can't stay here," Jahil continued. "I won't go out to work again in case I get taken again, so I must leave and... I'd rather leave with you."

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Kael felt his face pale at the thought of having her with them.

"She could come in useful," Erik told them. "Someone who knows the area and tribes."

"I agree." Alix said, although it was strange to see him agree with the Northerner.

It was obvious that the group were happy to have Jahil join them, to the point where Kael could not deny the request.

"It'll be dangerous." Kael warned.

"I understand, but I want to come." Jahil replied.

That was it. It was settled.

Once the group broke, Kael took Samuhal to one side. The colour had returned to his darkened skin, but his right arm was moving slower and stiffer than usual.

"What do you want to do?" Kael asked him once they were alone.

"With Jahil?" He asked, "She would be great help."

"No," Kael told him and took a deep breath, "Piera has offered to keep you here, to keep you safe."

The drop in Samuhal's face showed his anger at the very idea of being left here.

"I'm not staying here and leave you to go on without me." Samuhal firmly told Kael.

Kael smiled, happy with his friend's decision and accidentally slapped him on the shoulder, which was met with a wince.

"Shit, sorry." Kael told him.

--

The group were back walking along the desert with a new member to the team. Jahil walked in front, guiding the way. They had passed a small tribe, which the team decided best to ignore.

The wind had died down, leaving less sand to blow at them as they walked. Behind him Kael heard angered footsteps approach.

"So, you let Samuhal stay." Exi's voice grunted.

"It was his decision." Kael replied, not stopping to turn and look at her.

"It shouldn't have been his decision." Exi argued back.

Kael sighed, definitely not in the mood for one of her conversations.

"Shouldn't you be at the front with Jahil?" He shot out, anger bubbling to his surface.

Exi laughed and clapped her hands together.

"So that's it?" She all but shouted. "You're angry that I had sex with Jahil?"

"I don't care who you have sex with." Kael replied.

"You're an idiot, you know that." Exi said and then strode ahead to join Jahil.

As soon as she was gone more footsteps came from behind.

"You okay?" Alix's voice asked.

Kael turned to look at the shorter man from the Byron Kingdom.

"Fine, you?" Kael asked.

"Great, after last night." Alix said with a laugh, but Kael wasn't in the mood.

When Kael didn't reply, Alix continued.

"So, when are we getting rid of the Northerner?" He asked which brought Kael to a whole new level of anger. In a fit of rage, he spun and grabbed Alix by his leather armour and pulled him close.

"Listen here, you little shit," Kael grunted. "So far he has been a bigger help than you, so either stop being a whiny fuck, or I will leave you here."

Alix's eyes widened for a few seconds until they tightened and he clenched his jaw.

"I didn't take you for a traitor to your own people." Alix replied.

"I am not a traitor." Kael growled.

"You're from Manstel," Alix spoke. "You should hate him as much as I do. Only the gods know why you don't."

Kael clenched a fist, ready to strike Alix before he stopped himself.

"Fuck off." Kael grunted and pushed Alix away.

He walked on his own after that, not wanting to speak to anyone.

--

That night after the fire was put out, the group sat in a circle. Alix sat on his own, as did Erik. The rest stayed close, wrapped in their own capes to shy from the cold night air.

"Look." Samuhal's voice whispered.

Each of the group looked towards the direction he was pointing, and Kael gripped his sword when he spotted it. In the distance there were torches. Like stars in the distance they fluttered, but they were clearly there.

"Have they seen us?" Connah asked.

"Probably just simple farmers," Jahil told them. "They move around from tribe to tribe at night to stay out of the heat."

Kael didn't like it. Although they were far away, it was still too close for him to relax.

"I'll keep watch." He told the group.

"I'll stay up as well." Exi said.

"No," Kael told her. "You get some rest. I'll wake you in a few hours, and we can switch."

She gave him a dirty look back but didn't speak. One by one the team rested while Kael kept his eyes firmly locked on the fires ahead, and they moved slowly, but never left.

CHAPTER VI

Shana I

Shana poured wine into the cups of the gathering tribe leaders. Each of them were giant men, grey of skin, and wearing pelts of animals leather. Seeing them gathered in a single room felt... wrong.

Five in total, waiting for the sixth.

Shana was dressed in simple brown robes, her own silver hair tied behind her head that caught the tribe leader's attention as she poured their drinks. And then the door opened.

Here he is,

she thought as the sixth joined.

M'taka, he was one of the first to join Odarim when he started the alliance. M'taka was a towering man with shoulders that bulged across his sides and barely hidden by a camel's pelt. Each step he took shook the ground, and when his giant hands grabbed onto one chair, Shana thought that he could break it in half with just a finger.

"Shana, wine." He grunted.

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Her body tensed as she walked over, standing so close to this beast as she poured him a drink.

"Why are we here?" One of the tribe rulers asked, speaking in Pakriashi, which Shana learnt when she first moved to Pakria many years ago.

She could barely remember what Denil was like, having practically been raised in Pakria. Now, at the age of twenty, Shana classed herself as a Pakria, even if they didn't always accept her.

"Scouts have been informed of a group of men from Oswin travelling across Pakria." M'Taka informed them.

Shana watched for their reactions. She had a knack for reading people's faces and knowing their emotions, even when they hid them as best as possible.

She had light skin for someone from Denil, her blood line having been mixed with the North man generations ago. Next to the Pakria and their grey skin, she looked white.

"How many?" One ruler asked as he sipped on his wine.

"Uncertain," M'Taka replied. "They are nearing the T'Tchanka mountains."

Shana had never seen those mountains, but they were known for being the largest mountain range in Pakria, going so high as to attract snow, which was unthinkable to Shana.

"Why would men travel this far in such few numbers?" One leader asked.

M'Taka gulped down his wine, and as soon as it touched the table, Shana was refilling it.

"Scouting, we can only assume," M'Taka told them. "Bastit has agreed to sending a force to intercept them."

"Bastit knows about this?" The tribe leader named H'uku, asked. For such a strong looking man, he showed his fear easily.

Bastit was a person to be fearful of, being Odarim's right hand man. It was extremely rare for Odarim to be seen since he was always speaking through Bastit, whom Shana had never met. From all accounts he was a monster, born to kill and strike fear into the heart of any he left alive.

The T'Tchanka mountains were also closest to H'uku's territory, which Shana assumed was what made him so nervous.

"Of course," M'Taka replied, "He wants you to send a force to these men."

H'uku nodded in agreement, his eyes giving away his worry.

"As for the rest," M'Taka continued, "You will recall fifty men of your own choosing to prepare, just in case."

H'uku took offence to this but remained silent,

smart.

Shana edged her way to the corner of the room, remaining silent as the leaders spoke amongst themselves for an hour until leaving.

"Shana, stay." M'Taka said as he pulled out a chair and gestured for her to sit.

Sitting opposite to this large man, Shana assumed he was wanting to use her body again. It was nothing new to Shana. Having grown up in Piera's house, she liked sex in all forms. When M'Taka decided to keep her, it was in fact a dream come true for the young woman.

"I am in need of your assistance." M'Taka told her, which did throw the young woman off.

She kept her legs tightly closed and her hands fixed onto her thighs. To be honest, Shana was hoping that her Master was going to be rowdy with her after being in a room filled with strong men for an hour or so.

"Anything I can do." She told him, and she was met with a smile from her master.

"Don't think that I haven't noticed your skill of reading people," He told her, making the young woman nervous. "You have a talent for both blending in and being seen when necessary."

Shana didn't reply, beginning to worry where this was going.

"You are going back with H'uku," He informed her. "I want you within earshot of everything he says."

She was unable to hide her nerves at the idea of being away from her Master who had cared and looked after her since turning eighteen.

"Why, Master?" Shana asked. For a Master, she knew that M'Taka had a respect for her, however she still knew to stay respectful.

"These new tribe leaders that have joined the alliance," M'Taka continued, "I do not trust them, however Odarim has ensured that we need their assistance. I want you to report back on everything you find out. I want to know if they are true to the alliance or will back out."

This would be the first time that Shana would be away from her Master. Not only that, but she would belong to another. She kept her eyes on the ground as her fingers played nervously with her robe.

"I will do as you ask." She whispered.

"It could be dangerous," M'Taka told her. "I do not know what sort of Pakria he is, however I have no other person to trust. I will also be sending another woman with you who will travel back with messages, so just be subtle."

"I understand, Master." Shana replied.

M'Taka rose from his seat and walked towards the nervous woman. With a dry, firm hand, he caressed her soft cheek, and Shana looked up to see him smiling.

"You will need to get packed," M'Taka told her, "However, you will please your Master first."

Finally!

The nerves of leaving were pushed down as Shana's hands rose to M'Taka's pelt. Pulling at it, her mouth watered when she found the last layer and his hard meat was unleashed. M'Taka had a glorious cock, better than any other man she had serviced. It was as thick as her forearm and nearly as long. Even now, when not fully erect, it was a true weapon.

Shana wrapped her smooth, pale hands around his shaft, feeling him grow between her fingers as she slowly stroked up and down.

She had hoped that sex was in her future, but Shana could tell that he only wanted to use her mouth on this occasion.

As M'Taka's member continued to grow and harden, Shana licked her lips and moved forward.

Her thick, soft lips wrapped around his crown as her wet tongue circled around the head. She had done this so many times that Shana knew exactly how to please her Master.

"I'm going to miss using you, little one." M'Taka moaned as Shana focused solely on his head to start with.

Her purple eyes closed, and her lips tightly gripped around the top of his pole as her tongue ran around in circles. Occasionally she flicked her tongue to feel him twitch in her mouth.

Thankful that her hair was already tied back, Shana took him deeper into her mouth. Parting her lips wider to make room, she felt her mouth fill with his warmth and meat as her tongue pleasured him.

Years of living as M'Taka's main whore had trained Shana to take his length with ease. Even though her mouth was as wide as possible, she bobbed her head down until her throat wrapped around his cock.

"Yeees," M'Taka moaned, "my perfect little whore."

"Mmmm." Shana moaned back to him, feeling his body vibrate. Oh, how she loved her Master's words when he used her.

Feeling his length twitch down her throat, Shana moaned at his taste that dripped from his head and onto her tongue.

She didn't need to use her hands. Her throat and mouth were enough to service his cock, so she gripped at his hips. One thing Shana loved about pleasing her Master like this was how he loosened up when she did so. He was a strong, brutal leader, but he let his guard down when Shana pleasured him.

Pressing deeper still, her throat filled up with his length until Shana's nose got lost in his long, brittle pubic hair. She looked up, eyes bulging and tears slowly rolling down her cheeks to see her Master smiling at her.

"Gllllggg!" Shana groaned around his massive cock as she held him down her throat, his balls pressed against her chin.

She pulled back, her lips leaving him as she saw a trail of spit going from her mouth to his head.

"Thank you, Master." Shana whispered before slurping at his spit covered cock once more.

With her mouth acting as a vice around his cock, she bobbed up and down, hungrily, desperate to please him. She managed to work her tongue around every inch of his throbbing shaft as she bobbed up and down, and each time she took him entirely down her throat before pulling back.

"Mmmmm." Shana moaned again.

M'Taka stayed still, allowing the younger woman to fuck her own throat with his cock, which she happily did.

With just her head moving back and forth, Shana knew the signs. His fingers gripped onto her silvery hair, and he grunted.

"That's it, my whore," M'Taka moaned. "Not long now!"

"Mmmmm!" Shana moaned enthusiastically and continued to attack her Master's cock in the most perfect way.

He tightened his grip on her hair, letting Shana know how easily he could hurt her but choosing not to.

His cock expanded inside of her mouth, a hard pole of pure deliciousness and then.

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