by Lexi Hots
“Be gone, temptress.” Draco laughed. “I can smell the lust in your loins at the mention of him. Be gone, before your usefulness to me diminishes.”
Nagynia bowed and slipped away into the back room, only to hide behind the heavy dark curtain and peer at the front door being pushed open. The captain of the guard walked in, and behind him strode the monster of a man who had given her many nights of insane pleasure merely a month ago. Her heart raced as she watched the mercenary’s grim visage scan the room as Draco dismissed the captain.
“You again?” Cullen growled at the gaunt nobleman. “Where is Gawain, I was given to believe he was the one who summoned me.”
“Indeed, he has.” Draco bowed slightly. “Yet, as I mentioned the last time, it is I who take care of most of his needs such as these. May I offer you some wine?”
“As long as you’re giving it away, I wouldn’t mind a flagon or two.” Cullen picked up a full goblet of the rich, red drink. “And what kind of need is it this time?”
“The same kind, my powerful friend.” Draco rubbed his temples with his slim fingers. “The Princess Shania’s life is in grave danger.”
“But she is now the bride of that fop prince.” Cullen grated, downing the wine. “What danger can she be in… and what can I do?”
“It is you doing, that you must now undo, my brave highlander.”
“Why speak you in riddles.” Cullen snapped. “I am a simple man; keep your forked tongue for the King’s court.”
“Ah, precisely.” Draco laughed. “So I will be as blunt as a rusted sword. The princess carries your child, barbarian.”
The echo if the half full wine goblet falling to the floor filled the spacious room as the mighty mercenary stood as still as the marble pillars around him, his mouth open, wine dribbling down the stubble on his chin.
“And her regal husband, the prince Jous-le-Fountain, is taking it none too kindly.” Draco continued, ignoring the barbarian’s stupefied silence. “He has clapped her in irons and tortures her as we speak. We have to save her from his ire.”
“You lie!” Cullen abruptly came to his senses. “But no, I sense the truth in your words.”
“That is why you have been summoned. King Gawain would give anything to save his child… as would you to save yours.” The gaunt man pleaded. “Whatever your price is, your weight in gold… you shall be paid in full.”
“Save your gold and the King’s.” Cullen snarled, rising up to his full height. “I need no coin for this… this is personal.”
“I was counting on that.” Draco whispered to himself as the huge mercenary stormed out of the nobleman’s opulent quarters, clutching at the hilt of his great broadsword.
* * * * *
“You will find nothing in my leather pouch, thief.” Cullen growled, grasping at the slender wrist of the hooded figure that fell against him in the darkness outside the high Castle walls. The body pressing to his felt warm and pleasant, unlike any thief ever would, but the mercenary had other things on his mind than pleasures of the flesh.
“I am no thief, barbarian.” The hooded figure said in a familiar musical voice. “But I can save your life and that of your unborn child.”
“You!” Cullen gasped as he roughly pulled away the hood from the smaller figure, recognizing her in the dimness of the pale moonlight.
“Yes, my handsome lover, it is I.” Nagynia whispered seductively. “But be quiet and come away with me… if you want to stay alive.”
“What is it now that you want from me, My Lady? I haven’t the time or need to be your protector or plaything.” Cullen said in low tones as he briskly strode away from the castle.
“What I want can wait for now.” Nagynia said breathlessly as she struggled to keep up with the mercenary’s long strides. “I am here to warn you about the trap you are rushing into.”
“What trap?” Cullen slowed down a little, letting her catch up to him.
“I cannot speak here; there are many eyes and ears even in the dark of the night.”
“I have no time, tell me on the way to the South.” Cullen leapt up on his horse and offered her his large hand to help her up behind him.
She settled down behind him on the large warhorse and put her arms around his battle hardened torso, hugging him tightly.
“Oh Cullen, I missed you so much.” She whispered hoarsely and slipped a hand down to his crotch.
Cullen ignored her advances and kicked the horse into a fast gallop.
“With the two of us on this horse, it will take three days and a half to get to the Southern Kingdom… we can use that time to make a plan how to do this.” He said, looking back at the clinging woman.
“I know a faster way, Cullen… and I already have a plan.” Nagynia purred, reaching up to his ear and nibbling it. “Find a place we can rest for a while and I’ll tell you all that I have heard from Draco himself.”
“What is your price for this benevolence?” He asked, but he knew her answer already.
“This!” She said excitedly and slid her hand under his kilt to squeeze his cock hard.
Cullen sighed and looked around for a good place to camp until dawn.
* * * * *
“Dawn is but an hour away.” Shania yawned, stretching her sexy body languorously. “And you haven’t even slept a wink. What troubles you, my husband?”
“Nothing, my dearest wife, nothing at all.” The prince said, caressing her flaming red hair. He gazed at her beautiful face and felt sad, wondering how it would look upon a spike along with the savage who had defiled her before their marriage.
He shivered slightly and stepped away from the bed to pour himself some wine. After what his uncle, Draco, told him, he found it increasingly abhorrent to be in the same room as Shania. Imagining her exquisite beauty and alluring body writhing under some sweaty hairy brute made it difficult for him to stay sane. He longed to have her clapped in irons and paraded naked in the market square, but he kept his nerve just because Draco had promised him a much better vengeance against the affront to his pride.
He glanced back at his lovely bride as she drifted back to sleep. Her soft white skin and alluring sexuality made his body yearn for her but his resentful mind stopped him. He drained his wine in one gulp and strode out of the room, heading down to the slave pens to take out his wrath on some pliant and miserable slave girl.
* * * * *
“I am a slave girl… enslaved by your over-endowment, Cullen.” Nagynia slurred lustily as she spread her legs and fingered her swollen pussy. “Come to me, my love; fill me with that massive cock once more.”
Cullen eyed her ripe nakedness, incensed by his own state of arousal. He hadn’t had a woman since he ran out of coin a week ago. She looked more tempting than anything he had seen, naked and writhing like a bitch in heat before the flickering fire he had lit in the little cave that they found in the dark forest.
He had much to think about on what she had said. Of how he was being used and made to willingly march to his own death by the wily Draco and his slimy nephew, Jous-le-Fountain, prince of the Southern Kingdom and husband to the woman who carried his child. He considered her words carefully, however far-fetched it may have seemed but her plan was a good one, better than what he would have ever thought up. Knowing that Shania now carried his child made him desire the arrogant brat of a princess even more than he had done before. His rational mind had told him when he had first met the princess that her high social status and his uncivilized, primitive nature would never allow their union, but now it was different. Now the bond between them was beyond any rationality. Shania was going to be the mother to his first born and he had to have her no matter what the cost was. And at the moment, the cost was pleasuring another woman.
Cullen squatted before the sprawled out Nagynia, his foot and a quarter erection hovering inches from her moist opening. He rubbed the massive cockhead against her slick slit, smearing his pre-cum over her pussy and clit and getting it wet with her flowing juices.
She twitched, bucking her hips, urging him to enter her.
“Beg for my cock, you little bitch.” Cullen growled, remembering that she liked being talked dirty to.
“Oh, yes, baby, yes.” Nagynia moaned, her hands slithering over her breasts and belly. “Please, stick that ballista deep into me, please, fuck me, Cullen, fuck me so hard that I see stars all night and all day.”
“You beg like a nice hungry slut, don’t you, little bitch?” The mercenary grunted, grabbing hold of her sexy hips and nudging her welcoming opening with his immense girth.
“Oh, yes, lover.” The dark hair woman whimpered and writhed on the grass covered floor in the cave. “Get that thing all the way in, I want you to… nay, I beg you to fuck me deep… make me cum all night, please.”
Steadily Cullen pushed his massive cock into her slippery pussy; she was more than ready for him, eagerly swallowing him up inch by inch. Her belly clenched and her breath came in short gasps making her ample breasts heave and jiggle. Cullen admired the soft globes as they wobbled with every shudder her body went through. He pushed his thick roll of meat all the way inside her, down to the root, feeling her soppy, hot tightness close in over him. His cock throbbed harder inside her, making her squirm and squeal. Her nails raked across his thick tree trunk thighs and she threw her shapely legs around his muscular waist.
Cullen wasted no time. She was his first woman in almost ten days and he had to get the pent up stress of the last few jobless days released. He couldn’t have known a better way to relieve himself of the stress. He pressed his hands to the ground and pulled himself halfway out of her and then slammed back in again. She whimpered and laughed as the thickness of his cock left a vacuum in her sensitive vaginal tunnel and then filled it up again instantly. Tendrils of immense pleasure streaked all over her and her pussy gripped on his cock even more tightly.
“Oh, Cullen… just like old times.” She panted. “I’ll never forget this… no other cock even comes halfway to what yours does to me. Oh, fuck me, Cullen, fuck me... so deep.”
“It’s only been a month, little bitch.” Cullen grunted as he buried his face into her dark luxuriant hair, breathing into her neck.
“It feels like… ohhh… aahh… aahh… a lifetime… oh, Cullen, I… I want you so much.” She wailed as he increased the tempo of his thrusts, plunging the near fifteen inch cock deep inside her.
Her soft, yielding body trembled under his immense rock hard bulk. His broad cock stretched her pussy to its limit, taking her senses to another realm of intense sensations. She grabbed at his naked muscular buttocks, her nails raking at the rock hard slabs as her body gave in to a mind blowing orgasm the likes she had experienced with no one but him alone.
Cullen felt her hot gush all over his cock, making the sliding motion more pliable. The intense sensation of her throbbing pussy all over his sensitive cockhead made his ball sac tighten up, eager to spew its pent up load inside her.
“Oh, no, Cullen… no…” Nagynia wept, as she sensed his impending orgasm by the way his monster cock swelled even more inside her gushing tunnel. “I want to taste you again; I want to drink every drop of your virile seed.”
“As the little bitch wishes.” Cullen grunted and pulled his monstrous tool out of her.
She shivered and whimpered, reaching for his pulsing organ as it hovered over her. He straddled her chest and grabbed her melon sized breasts, spitting a wad of saliva down between them. He stuck his thick cock amid the soft globes and squashed them over it. The slick saliva and her soppy cum on his cock made the large slippery breasts accommodate him perfectly. She opened her hungry mouth and took the thick apple sized head into it, sucking hard and hungrily. Grabbing her breasts she smothered the shaft of his cock between them and rubbed the compliant softness all over the steel hard rod.
The giant mercenary threw his head back, grunting like a bull in heat. His cock surged up, almost slipping out of the slick cavern between Nagynia’s big breasts. His body went stiff and a week’s supply of pent up aggression exploded out of his red hot cockhead, covering the noblewoman’s eager face with his sizzling semen. The brunette hungrily swallowed the deluge of manly cream that splashed down her throat and all over her face. She lapped up every drop that she could find as Cullen’s breathing eased and he relaxed, letting the last few waves of ecstasy ebb out of him.
“I have never seen so much come out of a cock before.” She said breathlessly, licking and chewing on the thick roll of man-meat in her hands. “Except maybe a horse’s and I’m not that kind of a woman.”
“Have you fill, little bitch.” Cullen laughed as he panted. “I have plenty more for the three days of travel ahead.”
“Ah, the three days will fly with such bliss, and I’m tempted not to take the shorter and faster way.” She played with his receding girth in her hands. “But we must, for the sake of your unborn child, and of my friend, Princess Shania.”
“Two days it is then.” Cullen caressed her hair. “Two days that you will never forget.”
* * * * *
It had been three days since she had last seen her husband, the prince, and no word of him had come to her in her quarters in the Castle. Instead Shania was surprised by the sudden visit of the woman she loathed the most. She didn’t care to meet Nagynia at all but the noblewoman was most insistent. She finally agreed to see her in the evening.
“I am honored to be in your presence once more, my princess.” Nagynia bowed low as the guard escorted her in.
“I am no more a princess of the Western Kingdom, lady Nagynia. Now my destiny is to be a Queen of this one.” Shania’s arrogance slashed across like a freshly whetted blade.
“Ah, you speak of destiny, Shania.” The other woman laughed. “Yet you know not that you are perched on the precipice of hell itself.”
“Speak not in riddles, woman, I have neither time nor patience for such.” Shania glared at the noblewoman. “And this time I also have no swarthy barbarian to offer you.”
“Cullen is with me, your highness.” Nagynia said with an air of self importance.
“What?” Shania stood up. “He is here, with you? What ever for?”
“Sit down, princess.” Nagynia hissed. “Or all is lost.”
“What sort of scheme are you playing out now, did Draco…”
“I have no scheme, but to save you from the one Draco has hatched.” Nagynia audaciously poured herself some wine from the royal pitcher. “The prince, your husband, has come to know that the child you carry is Cullen’s and from before wedlock. They have set a trap to get Cullen here and then they will publicly execute you as a traitor.”
Shania’s eyes went wide and she gasped loudly. “I don’t believe this.”
“Believe it, precious.” Nagynia smiled, sipping some wine and licking her lips. “I have brought your mercenary here, risking my own pretty neck, a day ahead of their expectations. I will spirit you away through the secret passages of this Castle and take you to the edge of the forest where Cullen waits with fresh horses.”
“What about the prince?” Shania was confused.
“He is away, whoring around.” Nagynia laughed as she stepped out of the room and into a side passage used by servants. “He will have returned by the morrow and be waiting to spring the trap on Cullen and you. Now follow me, make haste.”
“How do you know so much?” Shania demanded hotly as she stepped into the passage behind her.
“I make it my business to know.” The brunette replied nonchalantly.
“And why are you doing this for me?” The red haired princess softened her tone.
“I’m doing it for Cullen,” Nagynia smiled, leading the princess into a darker side passageway between the tall Castle walls. “Such a man is worth taking all this trouble for.”
“Bitch!”
“Thank you.”
* * * * *
“You have my thanks, my good man.” Cullen nodded to the bald little man as he paid him for the two horses with the gold Na
gynia had given him.
“For the coin you paid, Northman, I would carry you the border myself.” The horse merchant grinned, weighing the soft pouch of coins in his stubby hands.
“That won’t be necessary.” Cullen smiled with his lips, narrowing his keen blue eyes. “And don’t spend those good Western Sovereigns all at once. The generous payment is not merely for the horses but also your silence, much better than cold steel, don’t you agree.”
“Indeed I do. Fare you well, stranger.” The horse trader ran one hand over his throat and waved the other at Cullen as he rode off down the path to the forest, leading his pair of newly purchased horses.
* * * * *
“Ohhh… such beautiful horses!” Shania exclaimed. “And Cullen, it is so good to see you again.”
“As it is to see you, my princess.” Cullen bowed and took her small extended hand into his large one.
This was the first time he was seeing her since her wedding a month ago, and with the knowledge that she was carrying his child. An awkward silence lingered between them for a while as they stared at each other intently. Cullen felt his heart beating hard against his broad chest as his eyes fell over her more in awe and love than with lust.
She looked even more radiant than he could remember. Her flowing red hair billowed around her like a fiery halo, framing her beautiful face perfectly. Her lovely green eyes, perfect nose and full red lips drew him in. She smiled, enhancing her otherwise arrogant heart shaped face. He slender neck, voluptuous bosom, seemingly larger than he remembered, and her narrow waist and wide flaring hips made him want to go down on one knee and worship her.
“Oh, Cullen.” Shania almost wept, blushing red. “I missed you so much.”
“Ever since I heard that… that you, you are carrying my child…” Cullen struggled with his emotions, a strange sensation for the cold hard killer. “I have been thinking of you… oh, who am I fooling? I’ve been thinking of you ever since the first day I met you.”
