The Falerath Saga Ch 04 1

As usual, every sexually active character depicted in this story is fictionous, over the age of 18, and is an adult.

Chapter 4

"Make me cum again like the fucking whore that I am! Come on, Basrov, faster, give me that fourth load, pump that fucking cum deep up my gaping ass!"

Zulli was in full orgasmic trance, climaxing violently for the sixth time at least.

They'd been trashing the suite all night, fucking like animals, over-indulging in all the luxuries that the Golden Nymph had to offer: fine food and drinks, which they ate and drank off each other, as well as a revolving cast of skilled sex workers, constantly in and out of the suite, attending to their every need and fantasy.

At the moment, Zulli was getting savagely double penetrated on the giant, circular and absolutely wrecked bed. Her wet perky ass pumping up and down Basrov's throbbing wet cucumber with sexual rage, leaning back against him, facing away, with her legs spread wide open. One of the man whores was simultaneously ravaging her drenched, pink squirting elvish cunt in perfect unison with Basrov, making her climax violently and loudly, over and over again. Her screams were muffled as more servants climbed onto the bed, to her demand, naked and erect, and started shoving cocks down her throat and in her hands. All together, she was handling 6 of them. And all around the soaked suite, more cocks were being prepared for her. A dozen or so, being stroked and sucked on by a myriad of gorgeous and enthusiastic sluts.

Their primal screams of raw orgasmic bliss had echoed throughout the entire Inn all night, keeping everyone awake.

Meanwhile, Althakar was lying on his bed next door, alone in his suite, still naked, dreaming about the heavenly blowjob he had received earlier from Galephonia Vix. The Thieves Guild Mistress had definitely done a number on him, and he loved her way of doing business. Maybe this could be a good retirement gig. Gaining this gorgeous Futa's trust and favors was something he now desired greatly.

But doing so meant betraying the Baron, and more importantly the Duchess, whose ruthless reputation preceded her from Havenstar to Garville. This job was not going to be easy by any means. As a matter of fact, it was probably going to be the hardest one they'd ever done. But what if they pulled it off?

After all, the Duchess getting her hands on a godly artifact was not a good thing for Falerath at large. Galephonia was as manipulative as a Thieves Guild Mistress could get, but if he had to choose a lesser of two evils, he would choose her.

So many thoughts raced through his mind.

Convincing Basrov and Zulli was going to be quite the task. They clearly weren't ready to jump right into another job. They had finally completed this one, and obtained a nice payday out of it. They all deserved some enjoyment. He was getting hard again just listening to his partners reaching a crescendo of moans, screams and growls. Basrov was cumming deep and hard down Zulli's tight asshole, to her absolute delight, filling her up with his warm seed like she had loudly demanded.

Althakar sighed, and smiled. He had to go tell them about everything, and possibly join in on the fun. He stood up, and moved towards the dresser. Listening to Zulli getting pounded into oblivion, he started stroking his cock, staring at himself in the mirror, and imagining her actions based on the sounds coming from her room. She was so good at feeding his voyeuristic side. His long slender cock was twitching and leaking at the thought. Even more so because he knew she liked it when he jerked off to her.

But he suddenly froze in terror.

Through the mirror, he spotted a gaunt man behind him, wearing a dark cloak, and brandishing a long, serrated green blade. The scars on his face, and the way he moved testified to the man's line of work.

Felken smiled eerily.

"Hello, Althakar...the Duchess sends her regards..."

Out of the shadows, without a word, the assassin darted forward, thrusting his blade in the direction of his kidneys.

But the old rogue's reflexes immediately kicked in, and he swiftly rolled sideways, managing to snag one of his daggers in the process, barely dodging the deadly blow.

He couldn't believe he'd been caught naked like this. Litterally. Of course the Duchess already had her eyes on them! What a fool he'd been, thinking they could avoid her attention.

Felken lunged forward once more, quick as a cheetah, slashing wildly with his green sword. Althakar ducked down, and swirled under the blade, feeling the wind whooshing over his dark messy hair. He stood back up, pivoted around, plunged his dagger deep under the assassin's armpit, then with a nasty kick to the back, sent him crashing against the dresser, shattering the mirror to a thousand pieces.

In his fall, however, Felken managed to land a cut on Althakar's right arm.

Sprawled out on the floor, the assassin smirked at him, coughing blood.

"It's already too late...my job is done...and your friends are probably dead by now."

The very thought sent shivers down his spine.

Althakar reached under his bed, and retrieved his small crossbow, pointing it at Felken. He could feel the poison already working its vile way through his veins, slowly affecting his vital organs.

With one precise bolt to the throat, he shot the assassin dead.

Feeling weaker by the second, he stumbled out of the room, and into the hallway, still completely naked.

Only then did he realize that the entire floor was on fire. People were running for their lives, panicking and screaming.

Painfully making his way next door, he kicked in the door to his companions' suite, which was completely wrecked.

He gasped at the scene: Basrov was bleeding out on the floor, still swinging blindly at the air. A woman with indigo skin and snake eyes, wearing a cloak similar to the dead assassin in his own suite, was holding an unconscious Zulli in her arms. She saw the cut on his arm and laughed.

A dark scintillating portal was open behind her. Althakar screamed in rage, and attempted to throw his dagger at her. But as the poison was taking full effect, the small piece of silver felt as heavy as Basrov's axe.

It did scrape the woman's cheek, drawing a bit of blood. Bertha just smiled, and stepped back through the portal, which immediately closed shut behind her.

Slowly, the World around Althakar seemed to fade away into darkness. The last thing he saw before collapsing next to his barbarian friend was Galephonia's beautiful silhouette, storming the room and screaming...