Writer's note: This is a continuation of the further adventures of Eronemus who had just been rescued from his erstwhile captors. In writing this story, I sought to explore themes of light CFNM set within a pseudo-swords and sorcery backdrop. I also suggest bit of suspension of disbelief when reading this story for which I place no claims of profundity. I hope you enjoy it and have a great week ahead of you.
Our story continued:
As I stepped into the pool of light I was drenched in a painful brilliance that made me squint involuntarily. At the same time, I experienced what seemed to be a blast of coldness as such that existed between the stars. This caused me to hug myself closely to preserve whatever warmth remained on my bare skin. All this passed in a mere instant, and I was transported to another place altogether.
The pool of light vanished and I stepped out under the lowering warmth of twilight skies framed by the swaying canopy of jungle giants towering above. Of that space where the pool of light had been, only a scorched circle of burned vegetation remained. Without a doubt I was in a jungle clearing, bounded on all sides by leafy tall trees whose broad-leafed branches spread out profusely, creating a ceiling of verdure a hundred feet high.
The air was close, humid and warm- for which I was instantly glad, given my state of undress. Instead of the musty malevolence of basalt slabs from the Tower of the Ten, I found myself breathing in the not-unpleasant scents of fresh loam and verdure. Living sounds of the wood filled the air around us.
As I was came to my senses, blinking in confusion, I realized I was in the company of a full dozen Amazons. They were similarly accoutered as my recent rescuers, displaying the same martial bearing. For the most part, they were attractive, athletic women with delightful physiques. I found myself surrounded by stunning (and quite sexy) armed warrioresses who appeared to be scrutinizing me quizzically. A few broke out in open grins and began to question their companions who had I followed through the pool of light.
From the rapid exchanges I overheard, I could tell they were recounting the circumstances of my recent rescue. These only served to remind me all too well of my nudity. This, and the fact that both my ass groin still bore the many intricate, multicolored runes scribed upon them by my erstwhile captors. Instinctively, I covered my throbbing staff and balls and contemplated running off to the edge of the clearing find a bush to hide behind. Only the fear of some hidden danger prevented me from doing this.
Still, being the subject of much giggling and pointing at my cock somewhat turned me on in some strange way. This only served to restore my erection which was beginning to flag at this point. To my dismay, my engorged tool which I sought to hide from sight was standing straighter and harder than ever. This appears to have not escaped my companions' attention judging from their amused reactions. I blushed and broke out in gooseflesh wishing I could disappear and be somewhere else.
Everyone grew silent as their tall leader who had broken my bonds in the hall of The Ten stepped up.
"So, Eronemus," She began. "We have heard of you in these parts. To be honest, we were astounded at your temerity in braving the territory of the Council of Ten. We believed you were either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid to have done what you did."
"More of the latter I'm afraid, lady." I replied, in a voice tinged with much regret.
"I am not a lady of substance and wealth." She pointed out quickly. "I am a huntress and scout- I am called Morg, and I am Suprema of the Moira Clan."
I recalled my readings of the folk from this part of Erkmark. These warrior folk were primarily affiliated to a clan, several of which formed a tribe.
"Being of the Moira Clan, am I correct in assuming your loyalties are to the Eriennyx Tribe?" I asked cautiously. "I have read that the Eriennyx are renowned warrioresses and peerless scouts to boot."
"You are correct." Replied Morg. "You appear to be versed in the lore of our land little scribe." She added, nodding her head. I hoped she was sufficiently impressed.
"Still, your reasons for braving the Ten's attention are your own. What is done is done. The point I'm making is that you are now part of our struggle to liberate Old Ermark, whether you like it or not. Your recent capture and marking by the wizards of the council-"Her lips broke into a sardonic grin at the mention of the "marking" of my groin and ass by my erstwhile captors. "-now makes you a fugitive. Henceforth, you shall be hunted by the Council of Ten, as you should know those wizards do not take kindly to being deprived of a tasty morsel such as yourself."
I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic but this provoked the company surrounding me to peals of laughter. Being the object of such attention was not to my liking at all. I hugged my nude limbs to myself and clutched my cock much tighter.
Damn, my cock was still hard as a rock.
"But all is not lost for you Eronemus." Continued Morg, her bright blue eyes flashing. "We are offering you a way out. We heard you are a sage, clerk and agitator of no mean standing."
"Yes, most definitely my la-, er, Morg." I replied swiftly, perhaps a tad too eagerly.
"Thus what I propose to you is this: lend your voice to our Resistance and in exchange, we shall keep your tender naked person away from the clutches of those cock-hungry spell users. You are fortunate we arrived at the time we did. Freeing you involved not an inconsiderable sum of wealth and anima -- without factoring in the danger I placed my command when we stole into the Ten's Sanctum. Any later and they would have devoured you and leeched you of your male essence."
At this, I saw myself being milked dry by my cock surrounded by man-eating sorceresses. I would slowly fade away and die, my balls withering in cold finality. No, it wasn't a pleasant thought.
"I believe they see you as a uniquely-aspected male, whose seed would be mined for much anima: essential for their magicks."
Our talk then turned to other matters at hand.
"We are in the Forest of Yerras, and we know this place as we have spent most of our lives in its environs." Continued Morg.
From the extant maps I studied, I knew I was tens of leagues far to the south of what was Old Ermark, seat of the Council of Ten's power. The land here was considerably warmer- more tropical than temperate, lush with an abundance of exotic flora and fauna. It was also the stronghold of the various tribes of Amazons. It was a combination of locality, independent hardiness and a simple refusal to knuckle under which kept the Amazon tribes free of the Ten's dominion.
"The Council has overstretched itself. We feel that the time to strike grows near. To free this land, we will need to unite the other Freeholds throughout Old Ermark. We need a persuasive voice, a learned voice- someone who speaks with conviction, who can inspire others to step from the sidelines and unite under our just cause." Said Morg.
"We hope you have what it takes to do this Eronemus." Said a brown-haired Amazon in a studded jerkin of polished leather, concluding Morg's little speech. I later learned that this was Clys, a senior warden in Morg's command.
At that point, I felt that this was the best chance I had to stay a step ahead of those cock-hungry viragos we had just left. Ever conscious of the dramatic, I pulled back my shoulders and stood much straighter. With a slight bow and flourish, I then replied with as much conviction as I could muster.
"Morg, I shall champion your fight."
Unfortunately, the effect was not as impressive as I'd hoped. Given that I was bare-ass naked and sporting a tremendous erection, my cock just as impressively bobbed up and down in time with my dramatic reply. This elicited more laughter from my audience causing me to shield my uncooperative penis as I felt myself turning beet red from embarrassment.
"Very well, Eronemus, that will be good enough for now." Managed Morg after repeatedly stifling her giggles.
At this, she made a curt gesture and the warband broke into what appeared to be a march column. I was awakened from my reverie by a sharp slap on the cheeks of my bare behind. I started and looked back to see Clys towering over me, grinning from ear to ear.
"Middle of the column, little man." She pointed.
"B-but what about clothes? At least give me something to cover myself?" I begged.
"You feeling cold?" She asked. It was actually nice, close and warm- and my skin reveled in the humidity of the jungle.
"Uh, no." I replied. "I just thought that since we were now allies, I didn't have to walk around like this."
"You mean without your cock hanging out like that, eh?" She growled. Somehow, I felt she didn't really think very much of me.
