Pervikar

by John Evans

  As her orgasm finally subsided, she became aware of Per's cock pulsating inside her pussy. If anything, she could have sworn that it was harder than before. His hands were shaking slightly as they held onto her hips. Octavia looked up and saw that his violet eyes were unfocused and tinged with red.

  "It's alright, Per," she said to him, sliding forward so his cum-covered cock slurped out of her dripping snatch. She rolled over onto her elbows and knees, pulling a pillow to her head. "C'mon, Per, fuck me in the ass."

  Although she was sexually experienced, Octavia had never had anal intercourse before. The images she had received in Cific when the red-haired woman had done it with Karlto intrigued her. She had greased her asshole liberally before coming in to see Per, and now waited with anticipation and trepidation, her face buried in the pillow.

  She felt Per move behind her. His hands grasped her asscheeks, pulling them apart to expose her puckered hole. She took in a deep breath and held it as she felt Per's cum-slick cock touch the entrance to her bowels.

  "Arrmummmph!" screamed Octavia into the pillow as the head of Per's cock shoved past her sphincter muscle and brutally stretch her asshole open.

  Even with her preparations and Per's slicked cock, it felt like a red hot poker was being shoved up her butt. She screamed again with tears springing from her eyes as he gripped her hips and shoved six more inches of his cock into her ass. She felt him pull back and quickly hugged the pillow tighter. She bit down on it and tried to relax her asshole. Her face screwed up in pain as he fucked three-quarters of his hard cock into her ass. Her rectum was burning, but Octavia knew she could not stop Per now, even if she wanted to. He was too far gone in his lust craze with his only desire to climax again.

  Octavia nearly passed out when Per shoved all of his cock up her ass. Her body was wracked with pain as her rectum was obscenely stretched around the base of Per's two and a half inch diameter prick. Tears flowed from her eyes as he started to fuck the entire length of his cock in and out of her asshole.

  It was a couple of minutes of pure agony before Octavia felt her body begin to respond to Per's ass fucking. The pain lessened to be replaced by a perverse pleasure. She felt her whole body shake from the impact each time he slammed his cock into her ass.

  Cum was dripping down Octavia's legs from her glistening pussy. She moaned as she reached down between her legs with one hand and started to finger her clit. Her fingers were soon coated from their combined juices oozing out of her overfilled cunt.

  In a daze, Per continued to drive his cock relentlessly in and out of her widely-stretched rectum. Octavia was moaning into the pillow, both from the pleasure her fingers were giving her and from his remorseless ass fucking. The tension was thick in the air as both of them raced towards their own climax.

  Octavia came first. She shoved backwards with one arm causing Per's cock to slam hard into her ass. That made her asshole stretch out just a little bit more, sending a small, thrilling jolt of pain through her groin. Her entire body tightened as her orgasm exploded inside her and her juices flowed out of her cunt and over her fingers. Then she felt Per’s cock pulsating in her bowels. She winced as his hands gripped painfully on her hips and she felt his cock fire off its first load of creamy jizz into her ass. Again and again, his cock shot out its thick, white sperm. She closed her eyes and savored the glow she felt.

  "Octavia?" asked Per concerned and afraid to move.

  "I'm fine," she said quietly. "Just pull out slowly."

  He slowly pulled his softening cock out of her ass, and Octavia collapsed onto her side. "Are you sure you are alright?" asked Per, touching lightly on the bruises he had made on her hips.

  "I'm fine," repeated Octavia. "It was wonderful. I was hoping this would happen. I just didn't plan on you being so, um, large. Are you sorry it happened?"

  "No, but I remember you screaming and I couldn’t, no, would not stop. At times, this curse frightens me. Tonight, it is scaring me a little more than usual. But it was absolutely wonderful. Thank you."

  Octavia smiled at Per and touched his cheek. "We'll have to do it again sometime. For now, I've got to get cleaned up. We have a long way to go tomorrow."

  Chapter 18: Journey’s End

  The next morning the group said goodbye to Tymera and headed east towards the mountain range where the gorge was supposed to be located. The weather was cold and blustery, and traveling was slow due to the snow on the ground.

  "Brrr," shivered Karlto after they had plodded along for about two weeks. "I say, who decided to travel in this weather?"

  "Correct me if I'm wrong, Oh Exalted One," said Gedda who could barely be seen inside the large bundle of furs balanced atop her horse. "I believe that it was you."

  "Me!? I must say, old girl, that you are mistaken. Who would want to travel in the dead of winter?"

  “Give it another month and a half and it will be spring," said Per. "Besides, you want someone else to get to the castle on the crag first?"

  “They'll get there first because they'll just ride past our frozen bodies," muttered Pawl darkly.

  The terrain became rougher as they traveled on. Hills, ridges and valleys replaced the flat country they had been riding over and it was becoming more wooded. A month had passed since they had left Tymera's manor and they were rising through a clearing when Cendri, who was riding point, raised her hand for them to stop.

  "What's wrong?" asked Per as Cendri rode back toward them.

  "Smoke," she reported quietly. “I caught sight of a wisp of it on the other side of the hill to your right."

  "Let's get back into the woods," said Per.

  As they turned to hide, Gedda slipped off her horse and threw her furs onto the saddle. She then handed the reins to Pawl. "Be right back," she said, shivering in the cold.

  "Be careful," advised Per.

  She smiled and took off running towards the hill. Per led the others back into the woods, but stayed close enough to the edge to be able to see where Gedda had gone. Time dragged by. It was almost fifteen minutes before he saw her plowing through the snow towards them. He rode out to her and pulled her up on his horse in front of him. Gedda's skin was white and her lips were blue. He whipped off his cloak and wrapped it around the shivering girl.

  "Why didn't you wear your cloak?" admonished Per.

  "Too bulky," said Gedda through chattering teeth.

  "What was it?" asked Cendri as they rode up.

  "People, five of them," answered Gedda. "They're in pretty bad shape. Four of them appear to be wounded. They are wrapped up in blankets and a single woman is seeing to their needs. I saw only one mule and no backpacks or other necessities. The woman is wearing ringmail and carrying a sword."

  Per looked at everyone else. "Well, what do you think?"

  "We haven't seen anyone in a month," said Octavia. "It would be a good chance to get information. If they are injured, I don't want to be surprised by what they ran into."

  "I agree, old boy," said Karlto.

  "Let's go meet the neighbors then," said Per as he helped Gedda down and retrieved his cloak.

  He led everyone in a wide circle around the hill. Per was pretty sure it was not a trap, but he still wanted some distance for the first initial contact. As they approached the other group, he saw the woman that Gedda mentioned bend over and pick up two javelins.

  "Hold it right there," she ordered when they had ridden to within a two hundred feet. "We don't have anything, so we're not worth robbing. Just keep on moving."

  "We're here to help you," said Per.

  The woman looked young, and had a fresh scar on her cheek that was partially hidden by her blond hair. Per could see the fatigue in her blue eyes, but no weariness was apparent in the cocked arm holding a javelin. She was a couple inches shy of six feet and although her ringmail showed some damage, it was well cared for.

  "Why?" she asked, not moving or letting down her guard.

  "Because we can," replied Per, stepping down from his saddle
and walking past the woman to check on the other people lying on the ground. "Karlto, get over here."

  "Your wish is my command, old boy," said Karlto, swinging a leg over his horse and dropping down to the ground.

  The woman looked back and forth quickly between them, confused as to what to do. Finally, with a sigh, she lowered the javelin and placed them off to the side. The women all hopped off their horses and went over to help. Pawl relaxed his hands from the spell he had been prepared to throw.

  Half of them check on the wounded, whilst the others made camp. Sighing with regret, Karlto realized the first man he checked on was dead. With a sad shake of his head, he covered him over with a blanket.

  "We had heard about a castle on a crag," said the woman, looking mournfully at the dead man. "There were twelve of us when we started out. We rode to the gorge and ran into a troop of hobgoblins two days ago. There must have been forty of them. Before I knew it, we were in the middle of a pitched battle. Three of us escaped, dragging along two others. We got this far before the other two collapsed."

  "We'll see what we can do for them," stated Per.

  "Thank you." The woman averted her eyes as Karlto pulled the blanket up over another prone figure.

  "I'm sorry," he apologized, standing up. "There was nothing I could do for those two. The other two have serious wounds, but should recover. I used healing spells on them and they seem a little better."

  "My thanks," said the woman. "My name is Iona."

  "My pleasure, I'm Karlto and this is Per."

  "Let's get the rest of the tents up and get your people out of the cold," said Per.

  The rest of the day was spent setting up camp and seeing to the needs of the injured. At supper, everyone, but the wounded met at Per's tent. "How far are we away from the gorge?" he asked.

  "A little over half a day, I guess," Iona answered. "It took us longer to get here because of the wounded."

  "We need to go to the gorge and see if the hobgoblins are still there. I don't want to be surprised by them."

  "So who's staying behind with the wounded?" asked Gedda.

  "Everyone, but Iona and myself, if she doesn't mind," said Per. "Those forty could be four hundred by now and Iona has been over the terrain. We need to see what we are up against."

  "I'll take you there," she said.

  "How about taking at least one more with you?" asked Octavia. "It'll give you a little more protection."

  "At the expense of the camp’s protection," said Per. "Trust me. It's just a scouting mission. We'll be in and out before there's a hint of trouble."

  * * * * *

  The next morning, the pair set off towards the gorge. They went on foot to cut down on the noise made by riding horses. It was not until several hours later that they came across tracks in the snow.

  "Hobgoblins," said Per quietly, studying the tracks. "About a dozen or so."

  "Did we hurt them so badly?" asked Iona rhetorically. "I know I cut down two or three, but I don't know what the others did. It was one big melee."

  "It might just be a scouting party or it may be the remnants of..."

  "Charge!" The loud shout resounded to Per's left about a hundred feet away and twelve hobgoblins crashed through the brush straight towards him and Iona.

  "Run!" yelled Per as he ripped his sword from itssheath and raced towards the hobgoblins. Dorgeth seemed to shimmer in the icy cold air. A dark blur flashed by Per's head causing him to jerk aside as a javelin buried itself into the lead hobgoblin's chest. A second blur followed the first piercing through the abdomen of another hobgoblin.

  He had no more time to watch as he crashed into another one with his shield, bowling the hobgoblin over. A straight thrust punched Dorgeth into the chest of a hobgoblin, who had raised a two-handed axe upward for a swing. The hobgoblin stood transfixed for a second with a foot or so of cold steel stuck in him until Per ripped his sword free to parry a spear thrust.

  The remaining hobgoblins pressed on towards him, causing him to fall back. Blocking with his shield and parrying with his sword, Per kept moving to prevent them from getting behind him. One hobgoblin, desperate for the kill, swung too far and over-extended his sword arm. Per neatly loped off his hand at the wrist.

  Suddenly, Per became aware that there were only five hobgoblins left facing him. Two of them turned and ran towards Iona, and blocked by the other three, he could not go to her aid. Two swords and an axe slashed and cut at Per. Completely on the defensive, he could do no more than block and evade to keep the sharp weapons from slicing into his body.

  The three hobgoblins finally made a mistake by all swinging at Per at the same time. Their attacks interfered with one another and he took the opportunity to spin out to one side. As he swung around, he slashed at the nearest hobgoblin with his sword and was rewarded as the its throat burst forth in a crimson fountain of blood.

  One of the other hobgoblins froze, shocked by the blood spurting out his comrade's throat. Per thrust forward, driving Dorgeth through the armor into its heart. The remaining hobgoblin turned to run and dropped his sword into the snow. He had barely taken a step when Per, using two hands on his sword, cleaved the hobgoblin from the base of his neck to halfway down his back.

  He kicked the dead hobgoblin off his sword and turned to help Iona. She was standing alone with both hobgoblins dead at her feet. Her sword was sticking straight up out of the chest of one of them as she used her right hand to try to staunch the flow of blood coming from a bad cut to her left arm.

  "Sit here," said Per, leading her over to a rock. "Let's take a look at this."

  The cut was long and deep. Iona gritted her teeth and grimaced as Per inspected it. "We have to get you back to camp," he told her. "This is going to require stitches or Karlto's touch."

  "My sword," said Iona, pointing at her sword still sticking out of the chest of the hobgoblin.

  "First things first," said Per as he reached into his belt and pulled out a bandage roll.

  Once he had bandaged her arm and retrieved her sword, he quickly checked over the hobgoblins to see if they had any information or treasure on them. He slit the throats of the wounded and collected up what he could find, then the two of them headed back towards camp.

  "Trust me! Trust me!" mimicked Octavia shrilly as she ranted at Per in his tent.

  "Octavia..." Per started to say.

  "No!" she snapped, cutting him off and wagging a finger at him. "You two could have been killed out there!"

  "But we killed all of them," said Iona, her arm in a sling.

  "Oh, sure," rasped Octavia snidely. "What's two against twelve? If the rest of us had been there, we could have conquered the world!"

  "But they're all dead!" yelled Iona.

  "You don't know that," came a soft voice from the rear of the tent.

  Everyone had gathered in Per's tent when he and Iona had returned. So far, it had not been a congratulatory or friendly meeting. The soft voice stopped everyone in their tracks since it was the first voice of moderation heard since the meeting started.

  "You don't know that," repeated Cendri, sitting on a camp stool and holding a bowl of venison stew. "Per and Iona killed the twelve, but we still don't know if that was all of them or just a small part."

  Iona opened her mouth to retort, but Per interrupted her. "You're right, Cendri. We didn't even make it to the gorge. I'm sorry. We don't know any more than we did before."

  "Well, I say, what do we do now?" asked Karlto.

  "How attached are you to seeing the castle on the crag?" asked Pawl.

  "At this point, not very," replied Karlto. "I need to meditate to rejuvenate my healing prayers. We have three injured people."

  "How about we get out of here at first light?" asked Per of everyone. "I think the castle will still be there whenever we return."

  "I'm for that!" exclaimed Gedda as everyone else nodded affirmatively.

  "I'll take the fourth watch," said Per.

  "First!" yelled Octavia
, Gedda, Pawl and Cendri all together, who all then broke out laughing.

  "Third," said Karlto quickly.

  "I'll take the fifth," said Octavia.

  "Sixth," said Pawl.

  "Flip you for it," said Gedda to Cendri, tossing a coin in the air.

  Cendri jumped up and snatched the coin out of the air. With a loud smack, she slapped it onto the back of her hand.

  "Call it."

  "Dragon," said Gedda.

  Cendri lifted her hand to see the stamped image of a dragon facing upwards at her. With a look of disgust, she tossed the coin back to Gedda.

  "What about me?" asked Iona.

  "Get some rest," advised Per. "Now, where to we go in the morning? The nearest place I know of is about a month's travel from here in the opposite direction."

  "If we follow the watercourse north-east, we can hit a fair size village in three weeks," said Iona. "That was where we started from. If it is possible, I would like to go back that way. I, uh, have to notify some families."

  Per looked up at his friends. They all nodded affirmatively, except Gedda, who just shrugged her shoulders noncommittally as if she did not care.

  "Okay," said Per. "We'll head towards your village, Iona. We had better get some rest."

  "Hold on," said Octavia as everyone started to get up. "Per, I want to apologize. I shouldn't have carried on that way."

  "I should have thought up a better plan," stated Per.

  "The plan was good," said Cendri as she walked towards the tent flap. "You just forgot the old military axiom that no plan survives the first contact with the enemy." and she walked out of the tent to be followed by everyone else except Octavia.

  "Remind me to get her to do the planning next time," said Per. "I have a funny feeling that she'll have a knack for it."

  "With her training?" scoffed Octavia. "No doubt about it."

  "Think she'll make a good leader for our group?" asked Per.

  "Per, she won't replace you," said Octavia, coming over and taking his hand. "Cendri knows a lot about military maneuvers. Gedda can steal any of us blind. Pawl... I don't even want to think about how much more intelligent Pawl is than all of us combined. Karlto, once you get past his randy exterior, is one of the most compassionate men I know. The thing that all of us need is a good leader with a vision. That's you. Each of us might be better than you, but you are the one who holds us all together."