by Randi Darren
“What? My face? I didn’t even—”
Ferrah’s voice trailed off as Steve got himself up and into her entry. Then he pushed forward, his slickened shaft penetrating her easily.
Ferrah groaned, and her hands came up and grabbed Steve’s biceps.
“Uuun, that almost hurts,” she groaned. “Jaina was right.”
When he reached the hilt, Steve pulled back without waiting and then went forward again. In seconds, he’d built up a steady, deep, methodical rhythm. It wasn’t fast, but he was certainly pushing into Ferrah firmly.
Panting as she stared up at him with wide eyes, Ferrah seemed quite lost in what was happening.
Putting his wrists to her hips, Steve began to try and push Ferrah through the bedroll with his hips, grinding against her clit as best he could, but still without speed.
“Faster,” Ferrah got out in a pant.
Steve increased his speed as he thrust in and out of the Dwarf, then leaned down next to her ear.
“Tell me when to stop going faster,” he whispered, and then he sank his teeth into her neck. He bit down for all he was worth, wanting to mark her visibly.
Ferrah squeaked as Steve began to pick up speed with every thrust.
“There—no faster,” she said after twenty seconds had passed, her voice shuddering as he worked himself through her, curling up around her much smaller body with almost every thrust.
Releasing her neck, and admiring the teeth marks he could see in her skin, Steve looked down into her lovely face.
“I feel dizzy,” Ferrah murmured. It looked like her eyes were going to roll back into her head as well.
Taking it as her getting close to having her first full-blown orgasm, Steve shifted himself higher and ground down into her pubic mound. He pushed down into her hooded clit much more forcefully.
Ferrah moaned, and her thighs squeezed up against his hips even as he continued to mount her. Spiking her into a full climax.
Slowly, Ferrah became a quivering, shivering, shuddering mess under him, panting hard and fast.
It was obvious she was now in the middle of an orgasm, despite it having started a minute ago.
Pushing down harder on her hips to keep her stationary, Steve began to pound at her, thrusting hard and fast at her. Trying to spear his way up through her and finish at the same time.
Ferrah did little more than grunt and moan as he blasted her into his bedroll.
Then he came up to his peak rapidly. Pushing himself deep into her, Steve came hard.
Impregnate Ferrah Bril?
No. Jaina or Nikki next.
Steve has gained notoriety for breaking the laws of the Lamals.
Steve has gained the Mining a Miner accolade.
Letting out a slow breath as he continued to pump seed into Ferrah, pushing up against her, Steve lowered his head to her shoulder.
Ferrah was, as of yet, unresponsive. Other than her continual shuddering and the occasional moan.
When he finished, Ferrah was still going.
Grinning to himself, Steve ground down into her and caused her to moan again.
Let’s see how long she can keep that going. Rather impressive so far and damn fun.
Settling in for this opportunity, Steve reached down with a hand to press his fingers to her clit and begin teasing and caressing it. Then he got comfortable atop the Dwarf.
***
Lying there in the bedroll next to an unconscious Ferrah, Steve felt rather pleased with himself.
He’d kept Ferrah going on her orgasm till she’d actually passed out ten minutes later.
It was flattering that he could do such a thing to her. He knew he was a bit gifted in his endowment, but this was something altogether different.
That’s… how many now?
Nikki, Misty, Ina, Jaina, Shelly, Kassandra, Xivin, Gwendolin, Nancy, Lucia, and now Ferrah. Then we have Geneva waiting for a go.
I wonder if there’s a limit to how many I can have. Didn’t they say ten?
Kinda enjoying this. Having a harem.
Lucia keeps telling me I’ll need to develop more women of nobility and class, too.
Could I talk Nikki into letting me have thirty? I bet I could find thirty lovely women with skills.
Or like Lucia said, women of nobility with a few modest skills. I bet I could.
Wouldn’t be that hard, would it?
Probably not.
And once I get the citadel commander title from Linne, it’ll be even easier. I bet I could simply pick whoever I want.
Steve let out a slow breath and grinned to himself. Despite anything else, whatever his goals were here, he really was having a great time.
“Steve?” Nancy asked from outside the tent.
“Oh, come on in,” Steve said, turning toward the tent. He knew Nancy could untie it without help. He also suspected she could get in without even touching the ties.
Sure enough, Nancy lifted a section of the tent to one side and just rolled in over the grass, coming in under the fabric. Not disturbing the ties at all.
She brushed herself off as she got to her feet.
“Come on over and clean me up, Mistress,” Steve said, gesturing to his sticky and soft manhood. “Otherwise, what’d you need?”
Nancy looked pained at the command and, of course, excited at the same time.
She hurried over to him, then got down on her knees and inhaled him, a soft moan escaping her lips as she hungrily sucked on him.
Then she whimpered, closing her eyes.
Always so strange. She hates it, and she loves that she hates it and wants to do it, just to hate it.
Reaching down, he set his hand behind Nancy’s head, which she energetically responded to. Her fingers tightened on his hips as he pulled her head down into his crotch.
Till her nose was jammed up against his abdomen.
Nancy’s tongue came out and began sliding all over the tops of his balls as his shaft grew in her mouth.
After forcing her up and down several times, Steve released her and pushed on her forehead with a finger, getting her to back up.
“What’s up?” he asked. He didn’t want to be distracted if she actually had something he needed to know.
Nancy quivered, her face looking disgusted and pained. Then beyond excited and obviously wanting to go back down on him.
“I can’t believe you made me do that. I’m such a whore,” she whispered. “Call me a whore? Call me your whore.”
“You’re my whore, Nancy,” Steve said mildly. “Now what was it you wanted?”
“The scout came back,” she said, staring at Steve’s hardening member. “They’re going to debrief Geneva in a few minutes. She sent me to find you and ask you to come back. She was hoping you’d be there for it.”
“Nah, don’t want to,” Steve said. “Get on your hands and knees above Ferrah. I think I’m ready to go again, and you’re going to receive me. Maybe you can catch that pregnancy this time.”
Nancy whimpered. Then she did as instructed, getting atop Ferrah without touching the Dwarf.
“I’m a filthy disgusting woman. I’m such a disgrace to my friends and family,” Nancy said. “Tell me?”
“You’re my filthy disgusting whore,” Steve said, grabbing Nancy by the hips. Then he gave her a gentle pat as his hands caressed her flesh. “And I love you for it, Nancy. Love you for that twisted brain of yours.”
Nancy made a soft cry, then shifted her hips back and ground her bottom into his lap.
“Give it to me. Give it to your mistress, Steve,” she whispered. “I’m all yours.”
Steve grinned, excited to do just that.
Reaching between them, he took his hilt in hand and guided his tip into Nancy’s willing and waiting entry.
“Yes,” Nancy purred as her head dipped down.
Maybe Ferrah will wake up, and we can have a fun three-way.
Twenty minutes of enjoying Nancy later, Steve wandered up to the table Geneva was sitting
at.
Ferrah hadn’t woken up, and Steve had left Nancy nearly passed out next to her in his bedroll.
“Done with your toy?” Geneva asked, looking up at him with a partial glare.
“Don’t you worry,” Steve said, sitting down next to her. “When it’s your turn, I’m going to pin you to the ground in such a way you can’t even move.
“Then I’m going to grab you by the base of the tail with one hand, the back of your neck with the other, and ride you till you beg me for a litter. Beg me in a scream so loud all your soldiers hear it.
“Then I’ll come for you every single night until you understand you’re mine.”
Steve was feeling oddly confident nowadays. Confident and prideful.
Like he could almost do no wrong and he was destined for more. Like he should take more and expect more.
Lucia agreed and told him so, reinforcing his thoughts on the matter.
Geneva stared at him, her eyes slightly unfocused.
“You may address me as Husband, Master, Steve, or Mate.” Steve reached across the table and patted Geneva’s cheek. “Now, my pretty Lionan, what is it you wanted?”
Breaking herself free from her trance, the soldier gave her head a shake and then gestured a hand out toward the west.
“Faraday isn’t surrounded by bandits. It’s a city of bandits that’s employed all those people we can see around it,” Geneva said.
“Good. I can add them all to my collection,” Steve said. Then he turned and looked around. “Jaina?”
“Here, husband,” said the Kobold, sliding out from the shadow of a tent nearby.
“Start circling up those encampments and bring them over. If they’re innocent, we’ll let them go. If they’re a death sentence, we’ll collar them.
“For minor offenses… we’ll just let them loose and tell them to leave on pain of death. We can start clearing the whole area,” Steve said. “You can do it on your own, yes?”
“Yes, yes. Not a problem, husband. I’m much stronger than I was,” Jaina said. “I can easily take care of it by myself.”
“Good. Make it happen,” Steve said. “Do it really well, capturing as many as possible, and I guarantee you a litter before the end of the year. Even if I have to eat every single herb on the planet to make it so.”
“I understand!” Jaina said excitedly and then ran off, spraying grass out behind her.
“There we go,” Steve said, turning back to Geneva. “Now it’s just a question of how you want to handle Faraday.”
“I… want them to respect my authority and submit to me,” Geneva said.
“Okay. I’ll leave that to you,” Steve said. “In the meantime, I’ll go play with my ‘toys,’ as you called them. Not much else to do.”
Steve got to his feet and left. He wanted to go find Lucia and Xivin. If he got lucky, he could talk one of them into their tent, or his.
Xivin was rather gifted with her mouth and seemed to focus on that, rather than having sex.
Not that he could blame her. Her hips and legs made it difficult for her.
Eighteen
“In Steve’s name,” Jaina said, then snapped her hand in a circular motion. In the next moment, the woman’s chest simply imploded. Collapsing in on itself.
Crushing her heart and lungs instantly.
“You, get the body and strip it. You may keep one item,” Jaina said to the woman she’d just collared. Then she turned to the glowing purple enclosure. “Next, next.”
Steve scratched at his stomach, watching the work being done.
He was bored.
There wasn’t much for him to do right now.
Jaina was handling all the new prisoners, Nancy was organizing them while turning a number of them to her purposes, and Lucia was overseeing the resources, wagons, and water.
Xivin and Ferrah were doing what they could to keep busy. Xivin often exercised, training with the troops or just supervising training.
Ferrah worked with the camp blacksmiths as often as possible. Otherwise, they were certainly more productive and useful than Steve felt. As of late, he’d been feeling pretty useless.
His life had become mostly sex, waiting around, and watching prisoners get collared.
Not that he was complaining. He was getting used to it. Accustomed to it. It was rather nice to simply do nothing at all.
I wonder if this is what Linne’s life is like.
It did seem as if she had almost no worries at all.
That’d be nice.
“I’ll wear it,” said the woman who stepped up to Jaina.
Nodding her head, Jaina fashioned a collar and held it out to the woman.
The woman snapped it into place around her throat, looking rather eager to get out of the purple box.
Sighing, Steve got up and wandered over to where Geneva was sitting at her table. Her armor no longer glowed with a silly parade polish. The shiny armor she’d been wearing when she’d appeared before him was long gone.
And it wasn’t from a lack of cleaning.
She’d replaced the entire set with a different set she’d had in her baggage.
Steve was getting the impression that Geneva had not only known what she’d looked like, but that she’d embraced it until she’d met him.
“Betrothed,” Geneva said after glancing up at him from her map for a second. “Can I assist you in some way?”
“I mean, sure,” Steve said with a grin. “Want me to push you down over your map, or would you prefer to go back to your tent?”
Clicking her tongue, Geneva shook her head.
“Can’t,” Geneva said. “Soon though.”
“Husband, do you ever get enough?” Lucia asked from her seat. She was sitting at a small table nearby, delicately eating a plate of fruit with a fork and knife. “I swear… I take care of you every night, and I make sure the Mistress tends to you during the day at least once. Are you that insatiable?”
“Apparently,” Steve said. “Besides, you tell me often enough that I deserve it.”
“And you do, and so much more,” Lucia said, turning her head to give him a beautiful smile. “You’ll get everything and then some, don’t you worry. For now, though, I’ll speak with Jaina, Ferrah, and Xivin. They can start assisting during the day. I know for a fact Jaina is eager to do so. Geneva is unfortunately off limits for a little longer.
“And don’t bite Ferrah so firmly next time. The poor girl is absolutely mortified. It looks like a zombie got her.”
“What if I wanted more Fae?” Steve asked, holding Lucia’s gaze with his own. “What if I wanted it all day every day, right up to the point that you went to sleep?”
“Then I’m afraid I’d be of very little use for anything else. Spreading out your… energy… helps keep us all able to assist,” Lucia said with a wide smile, the wings on her back fluttering gently. He knew that was a sign she was happy. He assumed she enjoyed the attention. “But if that’s what you really want, I think I could handle it. That or we need to go back to my home and find a few of my cousins. You could just fight for the right to claim them against their betrothed. Actually, that’s not a bad idea. We should plan a trip.”
“Rider,” called a soldier coming in at a trot. “Rider with a dispatch.”
“Bout damn time,” Geneva grumbled, standing up. She put her hands on her hips and stood there waiting.
A minute later, a woman wearing armor and colors Steve didn’t recognize walked up to Geneva. Her helmet was in her left hand, a rolled-up paper in her right. She looked like any number of the “noble soldiers” Steve had met lately in Geneva’s army. Though this one was clearly a cut above the rest and came from money and heritage.
She was far too pretty, looking slightly bored, and very muscular.
“I’m to give this dispatch to the leader of this… force,” said the woman.
“That’d be me. I’m Commander Gosti, appointed by the queen to take this area into hand as the military governor,” Geneva said
, holding out a gauntleted hand. “I’ll take the dispatch.”
The soldier immediately went pale at those words. Slowly, she handed the parchment to Geneva.
“Remain a moment,” Geneva commanded as the soldier started to turn around. “I’ll have a return message, I imagine.”
Unrolling the missive, the Lionan began to quickly read over it.
“I see,” she said, looking up at the messenger.
“I… I don’t know the contents,” said the soldier. “I was merely told to deliver it. I’m just doing my duty.”
“So it would seem,” Geneva said in a cold voice. “The mayor of Faraday has asserted that she’s the queen of this area. Which means… you’re all traitors.”
“I’m just… I didn’t—”
“You didn’t what? Know that she addresses herself as the queen?” Geneva asked, her eyebrows raising up. “Are you deaf?”
“No, that is… no, I’m not deaf, and of course I knew she—I didn’t…” The soldier’s voice trailed off. All around her, Geneva’s troopers were giving this newcomer very nasty looks.
“Hmm,” Geneva hummed, tapping the letter into the palm of her left hand. “I’ll make this very simple then. I’ll write you a response to the mayor of Faraday. You’ll take it to her.
“You’ll also deliver a message from me to your fellow soldiers.”
The messenger nodded her head quickly, looking rather distraught now.
“Anyone in the city after tomorrow—citizen, soldier, dog, or otherwise—will be classified a traitor. Everyone who doesn’t want to be so deemed can join me out here or head back to Bexis to begin re-population efforts there,” Geneva said between clenched teeth. “And if I have to burn Faraday to the ground so that it’s full of loyal living citizens, then I’ll do that.”
“If you burn it to the ground… there won’t be anyone alive,” murmured the messenger.
“That’s exactly my point,” Geneva said, smiling.
Maybe I’ll get to collect an entire city. That’d be helpful. And if there are soldiers and militia, that’d help strengthen my forces for the eventual fight with Linne.
Because let’s be honest, there’s no way she’ll go down without a fight.
