"Aahh!" he cried, and he filled me with his seed.
We both moaned and groaned while he spent himself inside me, his thrusts becoming slower and slower as he savored the moment. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing I was about to get some bladder relief. I was off that table the second he pulled out.
"No!" I said. The other two soldiers froze, dropping low to catch me if I darted away. I pointed at them, face set in a firm expression. "I have to go to the water closet, unless you want me urinating all over you."
They hesitated. One gave me a curt nod, saying, "Don't dally. Come back to us, and no one else. Understand?"
"Yes," I said, fidgeting, knees pressed together. "Can I go now?"
He nodded, and I darted for the stairs to the next level. There was only one water closet in the castle, on the next level up. I'd already visited it a few times that night. Thankfully, there was no one occupying it. Of course, there was no door. I sat on the hole, in a stone seat that jutted out over the side of the keep. Urine and cum came out of me in a flood. I squeezed, and more cum came out of my pussy and butt.
I've enjoyed more than a few orgies in my time, but I'd never seen anything like what was going on down in the Great Hall. Every single soldier had a Divine Penis talisman. It was nothing but a damned fuck fest, with the men enjoying as many different woman as they could. There was lots of food and beer, too. Drunk men usually had performance issues, but not with a Divine Penis talisman to help.
I was still alone after I finished. There was a wash basin, so I cleaned up with sponge and water while I considered my options. I never thought they'd guard the entry to the keep with the gates closed for the night. In every other human keep I visited, the people in the Great Hall just went outside to relieve themselves. I planned to sneak off during one of those pee breaks, but now I needed a new plan.
That meant I either had to go up, and over the top, or finish out the night and try again another day. I rolled my eyes. There was no way I was going back to the orgy. So it was over the top for me. My limited elfin magic would let me jump off the top of the keep without getting hurt.
My situation was not ideal. I haven't seen my clothes in hours. All I wore were the stilettos and cheap jewelry. I immediately took the shoes off, massaging my toes while I considered my options for clothes. I couldn't fly naked. It got cold up there. And from what little I knew of Castle Krakken, there were no women living there. Urik only allowed the prostitutes inside once a week. So no women's clothes immediately available.
I wonder if I can fly over to the Sweet Maidens, get my clothes inside, and fly off before Urik's soldiers reached me? I thought. The Sweet Maidens brothel was the closest structure in the village to the castle. The gate guards would see me land there. Probably not. Dammit.
The stone stairs spiraled up the keep, hugging the stone walls. The level I was on had a short corridor to the center of the keep, with two doors on each side and one on the end. I checked, and they were all store rooms for food and weapons. I grabbed a bow, two quivers of arrows, and a short sword. I left them my stilettos in payment. Hey, you know how much a nice pair of women's shoes cost?
Heading up the stairs, I must've been a sight. Naked, with a sword belt and bow. Naked battle elf came to mind. I grinned. My mother would not be amused. Yet, in ancient times elfin warriors charged into battle naked to prove their bravery and contempt for their enemies. We've gotten a lot smarter in modern times.
I didn't bother checking any of the rooms as I ascended. Those horny bastards in the Great Room were waiting for me. They'll come looking before long, and when they don't find me all kinds of crazy will happen. I really needed to find my bird and be gone before that happened.
The top level, as I suspected, was the Warlord's residence. Count Urik's divided it up into multiple chambers, including a private water closet with a chamber pot. I started to continue up to the roof, when it occurred to me there would be clothes there. Though I never got close to him, Urik looked to be about three times bigger than me. Nothing he wore would come close to fitting.
One of his tunics would be like a dress on me, I thought, smiling.
It didn't take long to find a short stack of tunics. I chose a blue one. The sword belt cinched it around my waist nicely, with the hemline falling just shy of my knees. I was still barefooted, but it felt good to be clothed again.
Angry shouts drifted up from the stairs. The soldiers were constantly getting into loud, drunken fights over the girls. Then again, they might've figured out I was missing.
I ran up the last flight of stairs, going through the open hatch. I closed the hatch, but it could only be locked from the inside. Oh well. I wasn't going to stay up there long. Looking up and around, I was pleased to see the sky was mostly cloudy. The moon was obscured at the moment, plunging the castle's bailey in deep darkness.
Going to the eastern side, I studied the aerie tower a moment, and then turned my attention to the bailey below. And then I saw them. Three two-man patrols wandering around down there. Plus, there had to be at least fifty men on the curtain wall catwalks.
I eased up into the battlements, put an arrow in my bow, and centered myself. As I felt the magic flow through me, I jumped. I caught myself, willing myself to fall slowly. Halfway down, I shot an arrow into the smithy to my left. The arrow ricocheted through the dark shop, making two of the patrols turn towards it. As they went to investigate, I set another arrow in my bow. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I shot into an open window of the barracks to my right.
While that third patrol hurried over to check out the barracks, I took off running towards the towering aerie. The door was closed, but not locked. Thankfully it was unguarded. The ground level was the tack room, with two lanterns turned down low, and I spotted my saddle right off.
"I knew they had my bird," I muttered.
I was taking one of the direhawks, no matter what. There was no other way out of that castle now. My saddlebags were on a table, the contents pulled out and searched through. Yeah, I didn't like that. Oddly, they ignored the trail rations. I quickly stuffed my clothes back into the large leather "bags" and threw the saddlebags over my shoulder.
I heard shouting men in the bailey. Heart pounding, I raced up to the next level. Two birds roosted there, with the enchanted circlets that controlled each hanging on a peg next to the door into each roost. Neither was mine. So I headed up to the next level. Again, neither was my direhawk. I did go over to the large, round portal for the bird and looked down into the bailey.
"Holy Oaks," I whispered. Soldiers were flooding out of the keep. Shouting men with torches ran around checking every nook and cranny. Then I spotted two men running towards the aerie entrance. "Time's up."
Next level up I found him. "Yes!"
Pressing the enchanted circlet down tight around my head, over my hair, I stepped through the door and into the roost. The direhawk was looking out the big round portal at the chaos below. He turned vicious raptor eyes on me, but I felt our mental connection.
"Let's get you saddled, my pretty," I said.
The bird squatted, allowing me to throw the lightweight wood and leather saddle atop him, settling it at the base of his neck. I could ride a direhawk without a saddle, but it was exceedingly dangerous. Having saddled thousands of birds in my life, I got the job done quickly. I could hear the soldiers coming, their boots loud even on the stone steps. Apparently they heard me, because they started shouting.
Just before climbing into the saddle, I realized I didn't have my bow. I'd need that if they pursued.
"Dammit," I growled, heading for the door. It was leaning against the wall, under the circlet's peg. My hand wrapped around it as the two human guards reached that level. I hesitated between bow and sword, and they were on me. "No!"
A left cross caught me in the temple, while the other soldier pounded a knee into my belly. I kicked one in the balls, doubling him up, but the other smashed a fist up into my chin, and blackness washed over me as I fe
el back into the roost.
I don't know how long I was out, but when I slowly came around the two soldiers were holding me upright between them. The direhawk was still squatting, waiting for me. The circlet was laying on the floor, next to my sword and bow. And then the Warlord walked in.
"So this is the little thief?" Urik said, looking me up and down with contemptuous eyes. He glanced at the squatting direhawk, saddled and ready to fly. "No one steals my birds."
"It's not yours," I said. "He belongs to me. He was stolen by one of your men."
"That makes him mine," Urik said. He walked over to the portal and shouted down, "We caught her! Send the whores home, and everyone go to your battle posts."
Urik returned to me, looking me over with more appreciation. Not for my battle skills, I'm sure. There was a very mercenary glint in his eyes.
"So elfmaid, is there anyone that would pay ransom for you?"
"Why?"
"If you'll bring a big ransom, we'll treat you quite well," Urik said. "A small ransom, you get tossed in a cold cell until it's paid." He wrapped a big, powerful hand around my throat, his thumb pressing painfully into my windpipe. "No ransom, I personally strangled you to death."
"Big, big ransom," I said, nodding vigorously.
"If you're lying, I'll take it out of your sweet round ass," Urik said, giving my neck a fierce squeeze. He looked at the two men holding me, "Take her down to the whipping post. I'll personally take care of administering her punishment."
"Wait! I thought you were going to treat me well?"
"After I whip you unconscious," he said, grinning. "You didn't think you'd escape unscarred, did you?"
I didn't even think. Terror gripped me. Elves didn't whip criminals, but it was common among humans. I'd seen a man publically whipped for petty thief. I had nightmares for the next decade. So my reaction was swift and without thought.
"No!" I cried. For the first time, I summoned magic without first centering myself and concentrating on it. I just pulled it in, felt it's searing heat and cold, and thrust it straight out at Urik. "Hai!"
The Warlord cried out as he was hit with unseen magic, and knocked straight back and out of the portal. The soldier's holding me cried out his name, their grips loosening. I twisted almost free, but their grips tightened. So I threw my right leg up and over a soldier's neck, and then forced it straight down while wrapping my leg around it.
He released my arm to try and pry my leg loose. I rabbit punched the other soldier. He released me, clutching his brutalized throat as he stumbled back against the wall. Pulling my leg away from the first man, I stepped to the side and spun. My foot slammed into his face, crushing his nose. Then I kicked up high, and brought my heel down at the base of his skull.
He grunted and lay still. I paused, realizing I could've killed him. But I saw he was breathing, so rushed over to the circlet and weapons. In less than a dozen heartbeats I was in the direhawk's saddle.
"Let's fly," I commanded, aloud and mentally.
The direhawk let out a piercing cry, that made my ears ache in that enclosed space. He ducked through the portal and hopped onto the tree trunk jutting out from the side of the tower. Before he flew off the roost, I looked down expecting to see Urik lying in the bailey dead. Instead, I saw him crawling out of a wagon stacked high with hay.
"Lucky bastard," I said, shaking my head.
My direhawk leapt into the air, his powerful wings snapping loudly. He let out another fierce, predatory cry, and we were off. I turned him southwest, towards the elfin realm of Red Crescent. Just in case they pursued with direhawks. If no one came after me, I'd turn back toward my real destination, the Azure Mountains to the northwest.
Within the hour, I knew there was no pursuit. Humans were not as skilled in direhawk combat as elves, so I suspect Urik chose to cut his losses. So I turned the bird to the northwest.
"That went well," I said, grimacing as I probed the many sore spots about my body. "At least I got well-laid before they beat me up." My mind drifted to the luxuries of the Azure Mountains. The boys of that elfin realm were quite frisky. "Good times to come."
THE END
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