Reenah shielded her eyes from the reflection of the midday sun off the brilliant white sand. She counted at least ten triangular sails dotting the horizon of the turquoise water. They were definitely headed inland. The wind blowing as it was, she estimated that very little time remained before the first of the dhows would land. They were close enough now that she could see the men sailing them, not merchants but pirates by the looks of them. Her small squadron needed reinforcements and she had dispatched a runner, however, it would take days before help could arrive. She fidgeted with her shell necklace. The recruits under her command were inexperienced and young, none had ever faced real combat. She was herself barely twenty years of age and had never fought a man.
Her squadron had been traveling on foot performing a reconnaissance and training mission in the desert two days walk/run from the temple of Eros. All of the neophyte warriors were training to be archers. Princess Kira had chosen them for this task; it was an honor to be a temple defender. Although badly outnumbered, they would have to make a stand and repel these uninvited intruders. The temple must be protected at all costs. Perhaps these pirates could be convinced to leave without a fight. Reenah would go with Daphne and meet the intruders at the shore, and tell them to depart. She would position her novice archers, about thirty in number, some distance behind. Their arrows would be notched and ready. Reenah hoped that the sight of drawn bows would help convince these men that a quick departure was in their best interest.
Reenah had first seen the dhows while atop a high dune. The brightly colored lateens did not help her in identifying their land of origin. Few vessels were seen off this barren coast. There was nothing but dunes in this desolate place, no forest to hide. She knew the invaders could see easily them by now. The huge dunes behind them separated the beach from a vast desert. She reminded herself that her archer's arrows were coated with a neurotoxin from the skin of the small red frogs which inhabited the coastal marshes many kilometers to the south. Just a graze of an arrow would bring quick death to any man. Reenah aligned her archers two deep and spaced them ten meters apart. She instructed them to not shoot until her command. The archers were visibly nervous.
"Be strong! The goddess Aria will guide your arrows to their mark."
If the negotiations failed she would signal for a volley of arrows. The soft, powdery sands would slow the attackers and her archers would pick them off as they advanced.
Reenah wore a pair of loose fitting harem pants composed of a diaphanous material which shimmered with iridescent hues. The pants were fastened above each hip by small pearl clasps. The waistband dipped low in front, barely concealing her feminine charms. The pants legs were slit lengthwise from the ankles to high on each hip. When she moved the fabric parted allowing a glimpse of silken white bikini panties against her bronzed skin. Reenah's fluted sleeve top, made of the same material as the pants, was tied in the front. A jewel studded belly chain and plenty of bare flesh separated the two garments. Some of the archers were adorned with hip cloths and were otherwise naked; others wore only skimpy bikini panties and tops. Reenah's shell necklace was unique. She had won it after defeating her rivals in the wrestling pits of Ogg.
Kral planned his attack. He had planned to sail undetected several miles north of the temple. From there, his raiders would hike south along the dunes at night and infiltrate the temple. Nubile acolytes would be captured and returned to the wealthy traders who financed his trip. They in turn would sell these young nymphs as sex slaves in the flesh markets. The traders had talked about the unsurpassed beauty of the women who lived in this temple. Kral would receive a bonus based on the number of captives he returned; the money would make him extremely wealthy. Kral had overheard whispers about the honeyed sex dew of the temple pussy. Every day, it was told, the acolytes would rub fragrant oils over their bodies and would finger and kiss each other in some sort of ritual worshipping their goddess. No men were permitted in the temple except those kept as breeding slaves. Refined by these rituals, the acolyte pussy dew would be bring immense pleasure to any man who tasted it, pleasure so intense it would turn even the strongest man into a slobbering addict.
Kral cursed at first when he spotted the archers on the beach. He was sure they would flee and spoil his surprise attack by alerting the temple. He couldn't believe the stupid girls had decided to stand and fight. The massive dune behind them had left no line of retreat. This was good fortune, made even better by what looked to be two foolish emissaries coming forward to meet them. Time to ready the ready the nets; there was fresh girl meat waiting to be taken.
Kral signaled a few of the dhows to break course and veer north. These men would flank the girls and cut them off if they tried to escape. Kral and the others would charge in a full frontal assault and overwhelm the hapless defenders. Their arrows would be useless unless striking a mortal area. The traders had provided an antidote for the frog poison to render it harmless.
Kral glanced over to the dhow on his right. Borak, his second in command, was concentrating intently on the soft ripe flesh on the shore. Like all the other pirates, Borak was oiled and naked, wearing only a helmet. He held a net in one hand. Kral's men would not use swords or axes. The prey was not to be harmed. The main concern was to prevent a large scale ravaging of the girls right on the beach. The supple young bodies seemingly begged for sex and Kral was sure would drive his men wild with lust.
Reenah started to have second thoughts as the dhows drew closer. These men were huge! What was their intent? Why were they naked except for helmets? She looked at her archers. They had also seen the hard, oiled muscles of the invaders and their faces began to show concern. Would her platoon hold together or would they flee? This would be their first real test, and Reenah was uncertain of their courage.
The first of the dhows arrived and the men jumped into the surf. Reenah waited anxiously as a small party headed by Kral and Borak waded through the shallow green water.
"You are not welcome here. You must leave"
Silence. A few awkward seconds passed. Daphne anxiously looked at Reenah and took a step back as if she would bolt. Reenah could not help but notice Kral's huge cock. She had never seen such a monster. It was semi-erect, and its bulbous, purplish head seemed to point at her. She tried to avert her gaze.
"Are you capable of hearing? I am ordering you to leave and sail back to whence you came. There is nothing for you here!"
More silence. The tanned raider with the chiseled, naked body just stood there grinning at her. What was he staring at? Reenah wished she was not revealing so much flesh. Her halter top was semi-transparent and did little to hide her small but proud breasts.
