1: The Rescue
As usual, the orcish war band provided little challenge for a Knight of the Silver Fist. Sir Tirian Dravis hadn't even bothered calling in backup from the garrison in Riverbend. He'd followed the trail north from the broken caravan and carved his way through the monsters' entire lair by himself.
"Do you think there are any more of them, sir?" Corwin blubbered as he peered into another section of the dark cave.
Dravis sighed in disgust. Well, he hadn't done this
all
by himself—his idiot squire was technically here with him. But frankly, the feckless idiot was more of a danger to himself than any orc.
"Orcs don't hide, fool. If they were here, they would have already tried to kill us." Dravis rolled his eyes and wiped the blood from his blade. The magical jewel in the hilt was bright enough to illuminate the entire cavern—and temporarily blind all the orcs who'd been stupid enough to challenge him head-on. "Every orc in the bloody mountains probably heard your girlish screams."
"I...I never screamed, sir," he protested. "You told me to wait in the back so I—"
"Cowered like a woman? Believe me, I know." Dravis shook his head in annoyance. All his triumphs, all his achievements, and the Highlord had still saddled him with a simpering idiot who could barely lift his own sword. "Look around. The prisoners must be around here somewhere."
"W-what if the orcs already ate them, sir?"
"Those tracks were barely an hour old," Dravis said, repressing an impatient sigh. "There's no way in the abyss they managed to..."
He trailed off when he aimed the light from his sword into another passage. He spotted several empty cages along the far wall, though they didn't look like they had seen use in some time. But next to them, her brilliant green eyes reflecting in the light, was a young human woman.
"Never mind, Corwin," Dravis said, smiling. "I found what we're looking for."
Her mouth was gagged by a thick strip of leather, and her wrists and ankles were shackled together behind her. Miraculously, she didn't appear wounded at all—her pale skin was clean and unblemished, and other than a bit of dirt her thick mane of red hair was similarly undisturbed. She was, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful women Dravis had ever seen...but it wasn't until he got close enough to examine her clothing that he realized why the monsters had left her alone.
"An Eternal Priestess," he whispered. "You must be from one of those monasteries in the hills."
Her green eyes fastened upon him, but she didn't try to speak. She didn't struggle, either, which probably meant she was so scared she couldn't think straight.
"It's all right, I'm here to rescue you," Dravis said, setting his sword down on the ground in front of him and raising his hands. "I won't hurt you, I promise."
He waited a moment to make certain she was calm before he leaned forward to unfasten her restraints. He had only seen an Eternal Priestess once, but plenty of the older knights had told him stories about their bizarre, cultish religion. They worshipped some kind of ancient fertility goddess, and they dressed like they held their services at a whorehouse. In addition to her leather thong and the thigh-high boots encasing her long, slender legs, the woman wore a tight, cropped bodice that squeezed her ample breasts and left her taught stomach bare. Her "robe" was made of the same dark leather, though it hung open wide more like a jacket or cloak.
The orcs must have recognized the silver holy symbol dangling between her breasts. It was difficult to miss, and they had probably feared the wraith of her goddess enough to leave her alone. Dravis didn't know if the Eternal Priestesses wielded any real magic or not, but right now he was far more interested in finding out if all the other rumors about their "religion" were accurate.
Specifically, the part where their goddess commanded them to mate with as many strong males as possible.
"There you go," he said as he cut loose her gag. "Are you all right, sweetheart?"
"Yes, thank you," she replied. He couldn't decide what was more alluring—her thick accent or her dark, husky voice.
"My name is Sir Tirian Dravis. I'm a Knight of the Silver Fist." He smiled. "You're lucky I stumbled by your caravan when I did."
"The Goddess herself must have sent you," she said, smiling. Her teeth were so clean and perfect she
must
have possessed some real magic. "My name is Khalina."
"I'm pleased to meet you, Priestess," Dravis said with a half bow. "Here, let me free your hands..."
He leaned in closer and fiddled with the shackles behind her back. It was genuinely difficult to concentrate while he was this close to her; his eyes couldn't help flicking down to her glistening breasts, and his nose couldn't help breathing in her intoxicating perfume. Dravis had rescued plenty of lovely women from mortal danger over the years, but his cock had never stiffened so quickly in anticipation of their gratitude.
One way or another,
he thought to himself,
I am going to fuck the living hell out of this slut tonight.
"The shackles require a key," Khalina told him. "I saw one of the green monsters carry it away."
"That shouldn't be necessary," Dravis told her as he leaned back and retrieved his sword. "My blade can cut through almost anything."
Her eyes studied the glowing steel. "It is quite impressive—and large. I doubt I could even lift it."
Dravis grinned. "Don't worry. A revered priestess like yourself shouldn't have to defend herself anyway. I'm surprised you didn't bring a retinue of guards with you."
"My sisters and I are forbidden from traveling with males. Unless we are actively mating with them, of course."
"Of course," Dravis whispered. "Do you, uh...do you mate with males often?"
She shook her head. "I have never mated with a male before. I had hoped to find a worthy companion in Riverbend, but sadly none of the men I encountered were sufficiently virile."
His cock pressed so hard again his codpiece he had to adjust his stance.
Gods, she's a virgin, too. Could this possibly be any better?
Dravis lifted his blade above the chains and prepared to chop. He almost didn't want to—she looked so beautiful tied up that freeing her seemed like a waste. He consoled himself with the mental image of his cock thrusting between her magnificent tits later this evening.
"Just hold still one moment, sweetheart," he said.
His blade easily sliced through the crude iron, and it only took him a few moments to unbind her wrists and ankles. Once again, he marveled at how the restraints hadn't left a single blemish on her skin. It seemed impossible.
"I didn't find any other prisoners, sir," Corwin said from the doorway. "I didn't find any stolen supplies, either."
"Then you obviously didn't look hard enough," Dravis grumbled. "Khalina here is an Eternal Priestess. She must have brought—"
"I was not traveling with any supplies," she interrupted. "I already sold my goods in the nearby village, and I was heading back home to my sisters."
"Ah, of course," Dravis said. "Here, let me help you up..."