by Randi Darren
“This one will make it so,” Petra said, then headed off in another direction.
“Such is the way of things. I never seem to catch a break,” Vince muttered, folding the letter.
Chapter 29
Heading south with an army of Frit’s people and mercenaries a thousand strong, there was no hiding their movements. Instead, they sought to out-pace any news that could be sent in any direction.
Or at least keep up with it.
As the leader of this expedition, Vince kept his people to the open fields and plains. They’d be able to move quickly through them and be able to keep themselves free of more traditional ambush locations. Going along with him from his inner circle were Felicity, Red, Leila, Ramona, and Fes.
Petra would advance into the east and set up fortifications to the west of Verix and begin the unenviable task of starting a war. She’d have to do what she could to achieve victory without troops she’d originally been counting on.
While it was only a thousand troops, it was still a thousand troops. And their loss would be felt.
To Vince that was a distant concern. For his own worries had to do with conquering a city, then holding it against a superior force.
Three times his size. At the minimum.
Unable to shake the feeling of stepping into a massive catastrophe, all Vince could do was plow onward. It was the only thing he could really do without having to worry about making things worse.
The march was swift and uneventful. They made it to the point that they were only a few hours walk from the city.
From here, it became a much different worry.
Looking at Sam, Vince felt annoyed with that new worry.
She was glaring at him from under her brows with her arms folded under her chest. The Fae was sitting on what had once been a rather large tree. A message the size of one of her legs was resting against her side.
“I’ve told you. I’ll abide by your orders. I have no reason to try and flee. After the fourth interrogation, even I had to admit there was something wrong with the information we got,” she said darkly.
Vince huffed and then looked away.
She’s not exactly wrong.
The more time they spent questioning her about the ambush, the more everyone realized something was very strange with it. Everyone that Sam knew of was more or less a cut out. Those who were assembled and used had been fervent in their beliefs and there was no room for doubt or questions.
Their instructions were terse and without room for interpretation.
It all smacked of a covert ops, within a covert ops.
The emperor sold me out, there’s no doubt of that. To who though, is the real question.
Vince bit back a retort to the Fae and instead unclipped her from his belt. Whenever he took her out of her cage, she remained clipped to his belt for safe keeping.
This was the first time she’d been unclipped and free of her confinement.
It was her chance to prove herself. At least to Vince.
He’d never been able to get into her mind. Not without being willing to tear it asunder at least. Someone had taught her shielding and he’d not be the one to reveal he knew it.
It’d give himself away.
“Alright. Take the message to Heint. Be as swift as you’re able and get back here,” Vince said. Dropping the harness and leash to the grass he felt like he was making a mistake. “Consider this your introductory mission.”
Sam’s face brightened and she hopped up to her feet.
Her stature and size made it possible to give her such a message to take to Heint. She could also still slip by most defenses without being seen even with that added size.
“I won’t fail you, Vince!” chirped the Fae. She grabbed the message container and flew off as if she were a shooting star.
Beside him, Fes watched the messenger speed off.
“I don’t think she’ll betray us, husband,” Fes said finally. “I think once she saw Yosemite, her mind was affirmed with how wrong everything she’d been told was.”
“So we hope,” Vince said. He shook his head with a frown. “Guess we’ll find out. Everyone else crashed out?”
“Mm. Yes. Was a long day marching. Everyone is asleep. Red seemed like she was torn between catching dinner or sleeping,” Fes said with a lopsided grin.
“Oh? I’m surprised she went to sleep then. She usually elects to eat whenever it comes up,” Vince said. Rubbing at his jaw he watched as Sam became a speck, then vanished.
“She fell asleep while she was debating,” Fes said with a snicker.
“Ah, that would do it I suppose,” Vince said as he turned around.
Wandering off for his tent, Vince wondered how it would go with Sam and her message.
Entering his military standard issue abode he looked around quickly. Everything was as it should be. It was a standard issue item that the military used for its soldiers. It would accommodate three.
Four if it had to.
So it felt absolutely spacious with just himself and Fes in it.
“Husband,” Fes said from the entryway.
Vince looked up to his Fes and grinned. “Yes, wife Berenga? My Fes?”
She hesitated, then visibly deflated. “I am not with child. In fact, it is now my time of the month.”
“Ah, ok? That’s fine. We’ve talked about this. I love Berest just as much as if she were a boy. We don’t have to rush into another. I mean damn, do you not know how many children I’m going to have by next year?”
Fes still looked troubled despite what he said.
“If I can’t perform my duty, I would normally rely on others. There is no one else,” Fes said with a growl to her voice.
“Alright? It’s not a big deal. I don’t need to have companionship every night, Fes.”
“No. That isn’t right for one of your position. It isn’t—” Fes stopped, her words stuck.
Maybe she finally realized I’m just a man and I don’t need to be treated the way she does? Maybe? Hopefully?
Fes whirled around and vanished into the gloom of the night.
Ok, then.
Vince lay down in his bedroll without undressing from his armor.
Military camp had its own life, and Vince wouldn’t be the first or last person to sleep in their gear.
Before Vince could settle in and start towards sleep, Fes came back.
And she wasn’t alone.
She had Mouth with her.
Dragging the Dryad into the tent by an arm, Fes paused long enough to close up the flaps. Then she gave Mouth a push towards Vince.
“The Dryad will service you,” Fes said. Getting down next to Mouth she unbuckled Vince’s belt, unzipped his fly, and pulled him free in under five seconds. She held his length carefully in her right hand and paused.
Long since used to this type of insanity, Vince lay there and decided to enjoy it.
“Mistress, I—” Mouth started.
Fes reached up and grabbed a fistful of Mouth’s hair and pulled her down into Vince’s crotch. Using her right hand she guided his only now hardening shaft into Mouth’s mouth.
The Dryad grunted at the abuse as her mouth was filled with his length. Then she began to suck gently on it, bobbing her head expertly.
Fes didn’t release her hair, and instead she watched the Dryad work. Keeping her under control if she did anything the Orc didn’t like.
After fetching Red’s meals once or twice a day, Mouth knew what Vince wanted. What he liked.
Pressing her full lips tightly to his member she bobbed her head smoothly. She pulled at him and rolled her tongue all along the underside of his girth.
Mouth’s fingertips gently played along his inner thighs and the sides of his balls.
He stiffened to full attention around the same time she started to work him down her throat.
Then Fes yanked Mouth by her hair.
Pulling her free of Vince she pushed Mouth down onto her back. Reaching down with
her right hand she pulled Mouth’s dress up over her hips. Using a finger she hooked Mouth’s undergarments and ripped them free with the sound of tearing cloth.
Using her superior strength, Fes then flipped Mouth over onto her stomach. Forcing her to bend to her will, Fes had her positioned on her hands and knees. She only had to pat Mouth on the rear end once for Mouth to lift it higher up.
Making her ready to receive Vince.
“Mistress! If—” Mouth tried to talk again. Fes pressed her hand to Mouth’s mouth, silencing her. With her other hand she pressed down onto Mouth’s shoulders, pinning her in place.
“Here, husband, use the Dryad. This is what her role is,” Fes said, staring at Vince.
I don’t even understand anymore.
It only took a second, but he slipped into Mouth’s mind.
Luckily, she wasn’t guarding herself. He found what he wanted to know immediately.
Mouth was exactly like Meliae. She liked being used, forced, abused, and shamed.
Maybe even more so. Meliae seemed to have a progression to what she wanted.
What he got from Mouth was… she was willing to do anything for him in front of anyone at any time at his command.
She was so into all of this, being used like an item, that her heart was racing. It was very similar to how Red used her but worse.
If he had to guess, he’d be betting on her eyes glowing like the sun.
Shifting over, Vince got behind Mouth. Lifting himself up, he guided the tip into her soft entrance, and then pushed into her.
Mouth shuddered in pleasure as he did so.
Fes took it differently though, and moved her hand down a bit to press into the middle of Mouth’s back. With the amount of pressure she was exerting, Mouth’s rear end was forced higher up because of Vince mounting her.
It took what little mobility she had away.
Vince put his hands to Mouth’s hips and started to take her firmly. Thrusting into her.
She was slick and tight inside, her moist interior squeezing at him as if to crush him.
Gripping tightly onto her soft flesh, Vince settled into a good pace quickly. Making sure to pull all the way out to the tip only to ram it into her as deeply as he could. Then grind himself into her to make sure he put it all in.
Mouth couldn’t help herself and tried to push back into him as he thrust into her.
Fes seemed lost in her thoughts. As if on autopilot, she kept Mouth pressed to the floor, and quiet.
Leaning over, he kissed Fes as he began to pound into Mouth violently.
Surprised, Fes kissed him back eagerly.
Unable to help himself, and desperately wanting the release, Vince rode Mouth hard. Hard as if he wanted to break her spine in half with the strength of his lovemaking.
The slapping crack of the flesh of her ass taking the beating was loud.
Very loud.
Hiccupping moans came from Mouth, her breathing ragged and lost against Fes’ hand.
Each thrust cut those breathy moans short and she hiccupped again.
Vince came suddenly as he pushed his tongue into Fes’ mouth. Driving himself deep and hard pressed to Mouth’s slit.
His seed started to spurt out hot and thick into her.
Mouth’s knees began to shake under the force of his weight as he pummeled her insides.
Unable to catch his breath, he broke the kiss with Fes as he continued to pound away at the Dryad under him.
He was so lost in his climax that he only wanted to bury Mouth headfirst in the ground.
Mouth squirmed under his weight and Fes’ hands, her hips bucking up against his lap.
Suddenly, she shook like a leaf in the wind, her knees giving way underneath her and almost sliding flat to the ground. She recovered barely and lifted her rear up as he pushed back into her.
Surprisingly, Mouth let out sharp barking moans as she squirted beneath him. The force of his thrusting hips making the stream come out in squirts and spits
Moaning into Fes’ hand, Mouth continued to quiver and shake as Vince ravished her.
As hard as it came on, his climax began to finally fade. With a final pulse of his shaft, he finished filling Mouth up. Then he leaned over and kissed Fes again.
“Husband,” Fes said with a grin as he pulled back afterward. “That was… different. I believe we’ll be using this Dryad, Mouth is her nickname I believe, more regularly.”
Well that was certainly fun and interesting.
Vince patted the Dryad on the rear end and smiled back at Fes.
Mouth seemed happy, and remained prostrated. Quivering and moving her knees underneath her to slowly lift her hips up again into his lap. Pushing him deeper.
She was pinned at her shoulders by Fes and her rear by Vince, and with a touch of his gift to her mind, he realized she wanted to be nowhere else.
Nymph.
Sam came tumbling through the morning light towards him. In her arms was the same case she left with.
On her return though she was visibly bloodied and looked to have been attacked.
She crashed bodily into Vince who caught her after she rebounded off his chest. The Fae closed her eyes and lay still in his arms, breathing heavily.
“Mouth, how’s your healing?” Vince said, cradling the Fae in his arms.
“Sufficient,” said the Dryad.
“Work on her,” Vince commanded. When the Dryad laid her hand on the Fae Vince channeled his own power into the Fae to assist.
“Sam,” Vince said softly. “What happened?”
The Fae opened her eyes and looked up at him. The energy that Mouth was pushing into her was helping. Her skin was turning a natural color and it looked as if her eyes were clearing up.
“Duke Heint was happy and eager to see me. It was departing that became the problem. A number of Lizardmen were waiting for me. They threw anything and everything they could. I was hit by a few rocks,” Sam explained. “They know we’re here and I believe they’re expecting us to do something.”
“That makes sense. Thank you for your service,” Vince said with a smile. Being as gentle as he could, he passed the Fae to Mouth and took the messenger case from her arms.
Twisting it, he popped it open and shook out the message inside. Thumbing it open he read through it.
Lord Vince,
I’m glad to have you honor your word and arrive.
The gates will be thrown open tonight. Please be swift and prudent as soon as they do.
I would caution you to leave no Lizardman alive, as they’re all loyal to their clan first.
Everyone else should be spared.
Yours in service,
Duke Heint
“Well. That’s more or less what we suspected,” Vince murmured. He handed the slip to Fes.
Ramona, Red, Felicity, and Leila stood nearby.
“The gates will be open tonight. He suggests we kill every Lizardman we come across. I see no reason to disagree. Ramona?” Vince asked.
The Dragonnewt lifted a hand and fingered the sharp tip of a horn as she thought. After a few moments she nodded her head. “It’s the best course of action. They’ll be loyal to their family clan before the city or Heint. And they’re the backbone of the Tri-lliance.”
Red shrugged her shoulders and then pushed her hip into Vince.
Interpreting that as her demanding attention, he diligently began scratching her above her tail.
“Red will kill who you tell her to. Red doesn’t care.”
Leila eyed the two of them and then sighed. “Power me up and tell me what you need. I’ll do it. As for exterminating every Lizardman in the city, it’s probably not a bad idea as far as power struggles go.”
All eyes turned to Felicity as it was clearly a round table type of discussion.
The woman held her ledger up to cover her face, her eyes widening as she looked around herself.
“I-I-I’m just here to replace Elysia. I don’t think—” she started.
“Tell me what you think, not what you don’t think,” Vince interrupted. Giving Red a swat on the side he then began rubbing the base of her ears.
“I think Heint wants you to take care of a problem he probably can’t solve. He can also foist the blame on you afterward,” Felicity said.
“Huh. That’s not wrong. It’s a valid view point, too. I did promise to clear the city though, so it’s what we’ll end up doing one way or the other,” Vince said. “Remind me to compliment you to Elysia again. That and maybe give you a department of your own.”
Clapping his hands, Vince turned to Fes. “Fes, as the acting commander of these forces, please prepare them for a night engagement. We’ll be going through the gates tonight and clearing the town of every and any Lizardman we come across.”
Fes came to attention and saluted smartly. “Your will.”
She was made for combat and thrives in this environment.
Turning his head back to the distant city of Vegas, Vince had the feeling he’d be putting in work tonight.
His combat strength as a unit was unparalleled. Every Lizardman he took down was one his people didn’t have to face.
Would that I could face them all myself and spare them.
After that, Vince returned to his tent with Mouth in tow.
Sam was able to heal up enough that she was well and on her way to a full recovery. Rather than return her to her cage, Vince spent the day modifying it until it was more of a small ribbed tent-like structure instead.
She spent the day sleeping inside of it peacefully, and the day trod on without incident.
Several times they spotted Lizardman scouts watching their encampment. Whatever they saw seemed to satisfy them, because as the day went on, they seemed less and less interested in them.
As night fell, his troops began waking. They’d been told to sleep and doze through the day to prepare for the night.
Dinner was served as breakfast, and the time to charge into the city came.
Vince stood with his soldiers as they all stared at the distant gate. They’d been given their orders and would proceed as soon as the gate opened. The vast majority of the troops would pour into the city and head straight for the barracks. Their goal was to catch them as unprepared as possible, and slaughter them.
