Pervikar

by John Evans

  "I think it is possible here," whispered Per as his cock began to harden.

  "Oh, shut up," she said as she pulled her arms free and grabbed his tunic to pull it over his head.

  As soon as he was freed of his tunic, Per pushed her dress down the rest of the way. He was pleasantly shocked as she stepped out of the dress wearing only white stockings and slippers. The stockings went all the way up her thighs and were tied at the top with white ribbons. Her pubic hair was just a shade darker than the hair in her head.

  She smiled as Per as her hands slowly unbuckled his belt. He managed to kick off his low-cut boots before she grasped the waist of his pants and pulled down. Per's cock fell down like a drawbridge to point straight out away from his body. The woman grabbed the head of his cock with both hands.

  "Mmph!" grunted Per as pain lanced up his cock from her fingers digging into the sensitive skin. "Easy!"

  "Oh, I'm sorry," exclaimed the woman letting go of his cock like it was a hot poker. "I guess I’m over-eager."

  "I learned early on that you have to control your strength," said Per as he placed his hands under her armpits and lifted her straight up into the air.

  The woman screamed in mock horror and genuine delight as Per picked her up. She giggled and squirmed as he licked her belly button before her lowered her a little bit. Per moved his head to the left and right and the woman gasped as his tongue lashed out over both nipples, before he lowered her to the ground.

  The woman reached out and gently grasped hiscock. Per inhaled softly as she caressed his prick, replacing his earlier pain with pleasure. He reached between her stocking legs and placed a finger right on her wet slit. Her eyes popped open wide and she gasped as her body shuddered in a spontaneous orgasm. Per held her close as her juices poured out over his fingers.

  "Now," she gasped. "Take me now."

  He laid her on the insubstantial ground of this strange place. Her breasts were heaving as he moved between her legs. He made sure he held his weight off her as his cock leaked pre-cum at the entrance to her pussy. The tip had barely entered her hot wet cunt before it hit an obstruction.

  "This may hurt," gasped Per.

  "I've been through it before," she said. "Several times."

  Per pushed forward and the head of his cock ripped through her hymen. The woman gasped in pain as her fingers dug into his arms. Per held still with only the head of his cock inside her. It took about a minute for the pain to subside and, as the woman relaxed, he began to move his cock in and out of her, but no more than a quarter of an inch either way.

  "Oh!" she gasped heavily. "Oh, my! It's so different. More, Per, I want to feel more of you inside me."

  He pushed another inch inside her cunt as she moaned in delight as her pussy stretched wider to accommodate his large cock. Per shoved in another inch and then backed off as she grimaced. He slowly fucked his cock in and out of her, making sure that he only went three inches into her tight pussy. Her face lost its grimace and replaced the look with one of pleasure. Her legs wrapped around Per's wide hips and he felt the silkiness of her stockings sliding back and forth over his skin as his cock slid in and out of her.

  "Oh, my! Oh, my! Oh, my! Oh, my! Oh, my!" chanted the woman in time to Per's thrusts. "It's soooo different. I'm going to…I'm going to…I'm going to…I'm going to cum!"

  Her scream seemed to reverberate as her pussy flooded out her juices over Per's cock. He had been holding back his own climax, but now he let go and felt his cock pulsate. A split-second later he sighed lustfully as his cock fired off several rapid spurts of hot cum into her gushing pussy. Her womb could not hold all the liquid in it and it leaked out over her thighs. The woman collapsed with her arms and legs splayed out as Per pulled his cock out of her sopping wet pussy and rolled off to one side.

  "Ohhhhhhh," moaned the woman breathlessly. "I can't move. It was like nothing I've felt before. That orgasm, it was…" She sat up groggily. "Oh, no, I forgot you have to cum twice. What can I do?"

  "Relax," said Per calmly. "For some reason my compulsion isn't working here. There's no need here for me to cum twice."

  She smiled wickedly at him. "I don't know. I think I'd like to see you spurt a second time and…" Her face suddenly went blank as if she was listening to a voice that Per could not hear. "I'm afraid not. It is time for me to leave your body."

  Per's awareness flashed back to the master bedroom. The sun had not moved an inch and the three women were still slumped over in their chairs. A white transparent shadow moved away from Per's body and coalesced into the ghost.

  "My time is up," she said with the haunting tone back in her voice. "My thanks for rescuing me, but heed my warning about my niece. By the way, I left Octavia a gift."

  The ghost dispersed as if a wind had suddenly come up to blow away her form. Per blew out a sigh of relief and almost slumped down himself in exhaustion. He forced himself to go over and untie the women. He had managed to get Cendri and Gedda untied and covered up in the large bed when he heard Karlto and Pawl pounding up the steps.

  "It's over," he told them before they could ask any questions. "Let me get Octavia untied and in the bed. We'll then head into town."

  ”Sure and watch you fall out of the saddle in about a hundred yards," scoffed Pawl. "You're done in."

  "Rest, old boy," said Karlto. "We still have a little bit of time."

  "After Octavia is in bed," said Per sluggishly.

  He went into the bedroom to untie Octavia and was shocked wide awake. On her large right breast, just above the areola, was a blue skull design about the size of a baby's fist. Then Per remembered the ghost saying something about a gift. He shook his head, too tired to worry about it now. He untied Octavia and carried her into another bedroom, before collapsing asleep himself.

  Per woke up around midday. His tremendous constitution and the long sleep had refreshed him. In the kitchen, Karlto told him that the women were still asleep. Pawl said he would stay behind while Per and Karlto went to town to put their plan into action.

  It was a cold blustery evening on the day before Erik was due to return that Per, Karlto and three other men rode up to the manor house. Dinner was a quiet affair after the introductions were made all around and everyone turned in early.

  Per spent the better part of the next day talking to Cendri as the three men he had brought with him checked over the house with Karlto and Octavia. Two of the men were in their late forties, one wearing gray clothing with a silver chain around his neck and the other man wearing chainmail. The third man was in his late teens wearing leather armor and following around behind the other two. Per had everyone in his group run through their plan one time for the three men. Questions were asked and answered. The man with the silver chain gave his approval and they all settled down to wait.

  It was later in the day before two riders appeared, surrounded by a pack of six baying hounds. The fires had been put out the night before, so the house was cold when Per's group and the three men took up their positions.

  "I had a great time, Erik," they heard Fiona say downstairs as the two of them entered the front door. "I like this house."

  "It does sort of, uh, get under your skin," commented Erik. "Let me get the dogs locked in the basement and we'll start some fires."

  After he had done so and the pair had eaten dinner, they retired upstairs. "Well, time for bed," Erik said to Fiona. "Make sure you push the bolt shut. I'll not rest in my bed until I am sure you are secure in your room."

  "Oh, Erik," chided Fiona, a little embarrassed by his gallant air.

  Fiona went into the master bedroom and the bolt clunked loudly as it was shot home. Erik's face lost its mask of civility and was replaced by malicious glee. He sat down in the chair outside the master bedroom and waited.

  "Erik," came a soft whisper from down the dark hallway.

  He looked down the hall and then shook his head in disbelief.

  "Erik," said the whisper again.

  He jumped to his f
eet and stared down the hallway, his face contorted with rage. A dim light appeared at the end of the hall barely illuminating the figure of a woman in a purple dress. Her red hair shined in the light and her face was hidden in shadow.

  "You're not supposed to be here," snarled Erik and he pointed at the master bedroom. "You are supposed to be in there, possessing her. I'm surprised you have the will to fight the curse."

  "After a year, I have learned a little control," said the woman. "Release me from this curse and spare the woman in the bedroom. Do you hate me so much?"

  "I offered you everything and all you had for me was contempt," said Erik arrogantly. "Now, you are the contemptible thing, cursed to possess any woman who stays in this house after nightfall, to become a slave to your sexual desires!"

  "So you killed me and placed my body in the cellar, unmourned and unburied?"

  "Yes!" hissed Erik.

  "Is your revenge not satisfied? Even after all the women you have brought here? Salli? Sylvie? All the others before Fiona?"

  "My revenge will last through all time," gloated Erik. "My hounds haven't had a bitch in six months. I think they will like Fiona. Of course, you can leave her body after I have finished with it and before the dogs come in, but then she'll remember everything that happens to her before I have to kill her. You remember Alyse, of course?"

  The door of the unused bedroom next to Erik burst open and the two older men strode out. Erik stared at them in shock before croaking out, "Father!"

  The face of the man wearing the silver chain took on a look of complete loathing ands revulsion as he stared at his son. "You will never call me that again," said the magistrate contemptuously. "You know the sheriff here. The two of us have been trying to solve the mystery of our town. Five girls have gotten pregnant and each one swears that they have never slept with a man. Other women get unexplained injuries and a couple have had recurring nightmares. We've been searching all over for elves, fairies, pixies, magic-users, anything that would account for their bewitchment. To find out it is all connected to you!"

  "It's not my fault!" screamed Erik as the sheriff and his deputy chained Erik's wrist behind his back. "It's her doing!"

  "Mine?" asked Cendri moving forward into the light. Her ash-blond hair was now red and she was wearing a purple dress.

  "A trick!" gasped Erik as his face turned white. "What have you done with her? Where is she?"

  "She's gone," said Per quietly. "We broke the curse a couple of days ago and set her spirit free."

  Erik stared at Per for several seconds before breaking down and sobbing uncontrollably. The sheriff, his deputy, Karlto and Pawl dragged the crying man downstairs to lock him up in the basement.

  "I'm sorry," said Per to the magistrate.

  "I didn't really want to believe you when you came to me," said the magistrate, staring at the stairs, but not seeing anything. "I came here because it was my duty to the women of my village. Was the owner of this manor really a ghost?"

  "Yes, cursed by Erik, just as he said."

  Per stepped over to the master bedroom door and knocked. He heard the bolt being thrown back and saw Octavia open the door. Inside, a very frightened Fiona was sitting stiffly in a chair as Gedda held a knife to her throat. Upon seeing Per, she quickly put the knife away.

  "Magistrate!" cried Fiona, jumping up as the magistrate came into the room. "These people attacked me! Erik is here! He has to be saved!"

  "I know he is here," said the magistrate. "These people actually are here to save you, even if their methods are a little unorthodox. Please, sit down. I have to talk to you and tell you what has happened."

  Gedda nodded her head at Per for him to follow her out. Cendri went into the room as they left it.

  "They're better at that touchy-feely stuff than you or I am," Gedda said as she shut the door. "Now what, fearless leader?"

  "That is my question, too," said the sheriff, walking up the stairs.

  "Did you find out anything about the niece from Erik?" asked Per.

  "No," said the sheriff in disgust. "All he can do is sob and cry over his lost love."

  "What will happen to him?" asked Gedda.

  "Another magistrate will be brought in, try him and have him hanged. Shame, too. The man in there will spend the rest of his life trying to atone for his son's sins."

  "I guess we stay here until the niece shows up with her escort," said Per.

  "In that case, I'll return after I have dropped off Erik in our jail," said the sheriff. "You know, to safeguard the property and give some legality to the massacre of her kidnappers."

  "We could be here a week or more," advised Gedda. "How's your cooking?"

  "I can burn water," replied the sheriff.

  "Oh, great," complained Per. "You and Gedda can exchange recipes."

  Chapter 17: Unfinished Business

  The longsword clashed against Per's shield as he raised it to counter the stroke. There was a momentary impression of an enemy archer clutching at his melting face as a bright green bolt of light hit him. Per swung Dorgeth at the man he was fighting only to have it parried aside. Nevertheless, Per's strength pushed the man back a few steps, giving him a little breathing space. He was dimly aware of the sounds of fighting going on all around him.

  Per, his friends and the sheriff had spent a week at the manor house awaiting the arrival of the previous owner's fourteen-year-old niece, as they knew that Erik's men were under orders to bring the niece here if they did not hear from him. The men had ridden up this afternoon. As they dismounted, the sheriff came out of hiding and ordered the men to turn the girl over to him and disperse. They had refused.

  The man yelled and struck at Per again. He parried and then bashed his shield against the man. With three hundred and seventy five pounds and all Per’s strength behind it, the man was knocked backwards. He managed to stay on his feet, but his guard was down. That was all Per needed to pierce his sword right through the center of the man's breastplate.

  As the man collapsed, Per yanked his sword free with a huge splattering of blood. Nearby, Octavia had dispatched the man she had been fighting and headed over to help Cendri who was holding off the attacks of two men. Per could only marvel for a second at the apparent ease that she displayed in defending herself. Then he heard a yell from Karlto who was less successfully holding off the attacks of two men. He ran over and, before the two men knew he was there, cleaved through the skull of one of them.

  The other man, distracted by the blood and brains, turned to face the new threat. A mace caught him in the side with a loud crack of ribs breaking. He doubled over and caught the mace again at the back of his neck with another crunch of bone.

  Per took a quick glance around. All of the enemy was on the ground, except for one who was frozen in place. Karlto had a shallow gash on his forearm and Octavia had a couple of arrows stuck into her shield. Gedda was standing beside a young girl.

  "Nice fight," said the sheriff, whilst cleaning his sword on a piece of cloth.

  Now that the fighting was over, Per had a chance to look properly at the girl. She was about five feet tall, with the same red hair and green eyes that her aunt had. Since he was two and a half feet taller than she was, he hung back, not wanting to scare her more than she was.

  "Miss?" asked the sheriff soothingly. "I'm the sheriff of the nearby town. We came here to save you. We mean you no harm. Do you understand?"

  The girl took a big swallow and nodded her head. "Yes, I understand. They took me from the house where I was staying and told me it was my aunt's wishes. She used to write to me all the time, but stopped when they came for me. At night, they'd talk when they thought I wasn't listening and tell each other what they would do when they brought me here."

  "Your aunt died a year ago," said Per. "She cared for you very much. An evil man took over her property and had these men hold onto you. He and they can't hurt you anymore."

  The girl's lower lip quivered. Tears sprang from her eyes and she collap
sed on the ground crying. Per and the sheriff looked at each other, unsure of what to do, until they were elbowed aside by Octavia. Tossing her gauntlets to Gedda, she squatted down and scooped up the girl in her arms. She straightened up and stood still for a second. "The door, gentlemen," she commanded with a touch of rancor.

  The men all moved in unison towards the door. Pawl, being closest, opened it and Octavia carried the girl inside up to the master bedroom. Cendri and Gedda followed her inside.

  Left alone, the men went about the grisly task of moving the bodies to a shack towards the back of the manor house. The one man left alive was released from Pawl's spell and locked up in the basement. Karlto had managed to round up the kidnapper's horses and get them into the stable. Meanwhile, the sheriff went through the personal possessions looking for evidence and taking inventory.

  It was a short while after they had finished that Per knocked on the door to the master bedroom. He had removed his armor and was wearing his regular clothes. "Come in," he heard Octavia call out.

  Per grimaced for a second as he balanced a tray in one hand, while fumbling for the doorknob with the other. He managed to open the door and get inside without spilling anything. The girl was in the bed with the covers pulled up. The three women were all there and had also changed out of their armor into everyday clothing.

  "I brought up some soup, bread and a small glass of wine," said Per, holding out the tray. "Dinner is ready downstairs, but I did not know if you were up to eating with us yet."

  "Thank you,” said the girl. "I think soup is all I can handle now."

  Per placed the tray on her lap. The aroma of the broth filled the air and they all smiled when Cendri's stomach growled.

  "Go ahead, all of you," said Octavia. "I'll get dinner later."

  Cendri and Gedda walked out as the girl tentatively tried her soup. Her eyes opened in surprise. "This is very good," she said to Per. "Would you please thank the cook?"

  "You're welcomed," said Per in mock humility. "I tried my best."

  "You? You cooked this?" asked the startled girl.