Dragon Jade Chronicle: The Warlock And The Warrior

by Jamie MacFrey

  “Did you know he could climb like that?” asked Tau. “If I hadn’t seen him do it, I would’ve thought he’d flown up there.”

  “Fuck,” she said again.

  “We should go to the Forest camp,” said Tau. Kiera nodded, and walked on, leading the way.

  “That’s so irresponsible, leaving your comrades,” she said, and Tau moved as close as he dared, given how far away most of the other thralls were following their masters.

  “He isn’t a soldier, Kiera.”

  “And it shows. I wouldn’t do that,” she pointed out.

  “Oh? I seem to remember a fox hunt where you took off without a word and we spent more of the day hunting you than the foxes.”

  “Yeah, but that’s a hunt. This is…” she paused, staring at a couple of warriors strolling down the street, steel axes on their hips.

  “Something different,” she finished.

  “Or that time we went out drinking and you started a fight with a couple of off-duty Guards, and when I got out of jail the next morning, you were still asleep in your bed.”

  “It’s not my fault you don’t know how to run…”

  “He shouldn’t have done it, I agree,” said Tau. “But he’s not without precedent. And he is a Sorcerer.”

  “Yeah, our most valuable weapon.”

  “We’re pretty valuable weapons. He’s mostly useless with all this jade, anyhow. Climbing houses is probably the best use of his skills.”

  Kiera nodded, staring for a moment up at the rooftops, as though she might see Pol coming back.

  The number of Dragon Clan warriors walking the street was growing, tattooed and bejeweled naked bodies filling the streets, joking and laughing. Some wrestled on the ground, or gambled with sheep’s knuckles. At one table, a Joian thrall was attempting to explain to a group of interested warriors how a dice game worked, although from what Kiera heard as she passed, it sounded as though he was really explaining how to fleece them. He was in for a surprise when he learned all his winnings would go to the Clan anyway.

  Kiera was guiding herself mostly by tattoos, following the way that the largest number of warriors with trees on their bodies were heading. Finally, looming ahead of her and Tau was a large tent erected in the middle of a square. Barely any warriors were headed towards it, entering houses and buildings that lined the way instead. Joians, most dressed in ragged clothes or the simple cloth smocks the Dragon Clans favored for their thralls, sat out in front of the houses, staring at Kiera resentfully as she passed. Former occupants, no doubt.

  The Forest Chief’s tent was unguarded, and Kiera wondered whether this Rooth was even present. She strode up to it as though she had business, and Tau ran ahead, pulling open the flap and holding it for her as she walk through. He slipped in after her.

  “Harder!”

  Kiera paused, and Tau walked into her. Bent over a long, wide table was a tall, slender woman with a brown braid coiled upon her head, raised over a circlet of dragon jade. A chief. Behind her was a brute of a man, a circlet on his head as well, his hands on the woman’s waist, his body slick with sweat as he fucked her. They caught sight of Kiera and Tau. The man’s movements stopped.

  “Vash dammit, Rooth, I said ‘harder,’ not ‘stop!’” cried the woman. She twisted to look over her shoulder at him, wiping a handful of papers off the table as she did.

  “Go away, warrior,” said Rooth, waving at Kiera as he resumed his activity. “We are busy.”

  “You didn’t summon her?” asked the woman. She looked Kiera over, then Tau in turn.

  “Do you know who I am, warrior?” she asked.

  “No, chief,” said Kiera. She lowered her eyes and saluted her.

  “I am Aren of the Sea Clan. Why are you here?”

  “I... I...”

  “Did you hear the sounds of our fucking and think to join in?” asked Aren.

  “Never, not in all the world, chief,” said Kiera.

  “A shame,” said Aren. Rooth was gritting his teeth as he pounded into her, staring at Kiera.

  “She’s a very beautiful warrior, isn’t she, Rooth? Where have you been keeping her?”

  “I can hardly know all my warriors,” he grunted. “But yes, she is.”

  “Well, warrior, if you’re not here to please your chiefs, then depart,” said Aren. “If you’ve changed your mind, though, I think Rooth here might let you stay. What do you say?”

  Kiera said nothing, trying to look at Tau without appearing to look like a warrior consulting a thrall for advice.

  “Yes, I would like to stay,” she said.

  Aren smiled.

  “Let your thrall rest. He may be here for a while,” she said.

  Kiera turned to Tau, catching his gaze. He seemed concerned, but gave her a barely perceptible nod. His fingers waggled, signing out his readiness to act on her command.

  “Come here,” said Aren. She arched her back, propping herself up on rigid arms. Her skin was a tanned pink, freckles dotting her body. There were creases around her mouth and the hint of crow’s feet around her eyes, which made her several years older than Kiera, Tau, and even Rooth. Her body was taut and muscled, her buttocks firm where her breasts, not half as large as Kiera’s, were not. Each breast was capped by a muddy pink nipple, nearly the same color as her skin, so that they faded into each other. She held herself with a regal confidence, intent on gaining the most pleasure from her partner rather than he from her as she pushed her rump back into each of his thrusts. One of her hands had disappeared between her thighs, and her mouth was open, the corners ticked slightly toward a smile.

  Kiera approached, unsure of what was about to happen. Her jade jangled as she moved, watching Aren and Rooth fuck each other.

  “Lay like I am across the table in front of us,” said Aren. Kiera bent at the waist, pressing it up against the long table, crossing it perpendicular to Aren and Rooth, so that her head hung off the other edge and her breasts pressed against the table. She stared up at Aren, bobbing above her. The older woman leaned down, her lips kissing Kiera. To Kiera’s surprise, it was something rather tender, not the hungry kiss of a hedonist looking to use her for pleasure. It was the sort of kiss that made one want to trust the person behind those lips.

  Aren pushed Rooth away from her. She walked around behind Kiera, squeezing her ass, before running her hands along her body, then leaning over and kissing the nape of her neck. Rooth came around to stand near Kiera’s head, and Aren took his cock in her hand, guiding it towards Kiera’s mouth.

  “Show your chief your devotion,” Aren murmured in her ear. Kiera could feel her nipples stroking her back.

  Kiera opened her lips, and Aren slipped Rooth’s cock inside her, still sweet with the tang of Aren’s pussy. Aren grabbed a hunk of Kiera’s hair in her hand, ruining the waxed crest, and guided Kiera up and down the Forest Chief’s cock until Kiera began to suck on Rooth herself. When she was satisfied with Kiera’s work, Aren slipped back down her body, stroking her sides, planting one kiss that transformed into a bite on Kiera’s ass before squatting behind her.

  Kiera felt hands on her ankles, pushing them apart, then felt them run up her calves and thighs, tight from how they were stretched in this position. She groaned around Rooth’s cock when a finger stroked down her labia, then again when it pushed inside her, then again when another joined it. Aren was pumping her fingers in and out of Kiera’s body, and she fidgeted her hips, trying to ease them deeper inside her. As she did, the dragon jade harness she wore bit into the table, riding high and against her clitoris, increasing her pleasure.

  She was sucking Rooth with an abandon now, enjoying the sensation. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, her cheeks hollow from the pressure. He had a hand on the back of her neck, holding her in place as she took him in her mouth.

  Aren’s fingers made contact with the rough spot on her pussy and she quivered, then again when they returned, staying there as they waggled, the pumping abandoned. A tongue played with her
lower lips, before she felt Aren’s own lips and her nose press against her rear, pulling her labia into the chief’s mouth.

  Her head pumped faster, as though by increasing her pace on Rooth’s cock she could somehow increase Aren’s attentions. She had one hand playing with his balls, alternating between fondling and pulling on them, and one reached back behind her to hold Aren in place. Aren’s fingers were dancing a quick-footed pattern inside her cunt, the chief’s curled thumb and other two fingers rubbing up against Kiera’s clit.

  Kiera’s moans were unintelligible around the cock in her mouth as her orgasm poured through her, Aren adjusting her fingers so she could lap at Kiera’s pussy as the other woman’s body squeezed tight around the intruding digits. Kiera writhed on the table, Rooth’s hands holding her shoulders in place.

  When she was finished, Aren withdrew her fingers and Rooth withdrew his cock, causing Kiera to groan as her body emptied. Aren climbed onto the table next to her, drawing Kiera up from lying on it to plant another reassuring kiss on her lips. Kiera clambered onto the table with Aren as the other woman pulled on her arms. Their hands ran across each other’s bodies as they knelt together on the table, kissing furiously. Aren pushed Kiera’s shoulders away, then lowered her head, catching one of Kiera’s dark brown nipples in her mouth.

  Kiera moaned aloud, then again as Rooth came up behind her, his hand grasping at her other breast, kneading the soft flesh, plucking at the nipple between his fingers. She reached a hand behind her, and Rooth’s reached out to grab it, guiding it to his cock. Kiera stroked him, her hand firm and tight around him, feeling the warm precum she was forcing from the tip as she pulled on him spread over her hand.

  “This was a good idea,” grunted Rooth.

  Aren licked her way up Kiera’s chest and neck to her ear, her hot wet tongue radiating shivers under Kiera’s skin as it snaked along its path.

  “I think your chief is quite pleased with you,” Aren hissed into Kiera’s ear. “Now to see if you can please me, too, girl.”

  She turned Kiera around so that she was staring at Rooth, then pushed her down so she was resting on her back on the table. Rooth grabbed Kiera’s hips, dragging them off the edge. Aren walked forward on her knees, settling her pussy about Kiera’s lips, the wiry sandy brown hair nestled between her legs moving with each breath.

  Rooth pushed forward, spearing Kiera on his cock, his hands wrapped around her buttocks, pulling them apart with his hands as his elbows spread her legs wide around his torso. Kiera’s back arched as her pussy filled with his throbbing cock, and she began to moan only to be immediately muffled as Aren smothered her mouth with her cunt, Kiera’s moan vibrating through her.

  “Ahh, yes, good, good,” hummed Aren to herself as Kiera’s mouth turned from emanating sound to enveloping her lower lips, Kiera’s tongue gliding along her pussy, licking her from clit to taint. Kiera’s hands wrapped around her, one hand pressing up Aren’s toned stomach, the other squeezing an ass cheek.

  Aren’s hands kneaded Kiera’s breasts then sent her fingertips raking in turn across the surface of Kiera’s dark brown nipples, watching them harden into pebbles under the attention. Her hips ground against Kiera’s mouth, adjusting slightly until Kiera sucked her clit between her lips, sending her tongue roving around it.

  Rooth drank in the sight of the lithe body he now shared with his fellow chief, the chain harness that ran down from her tits to her belt and pussy, then at Aren, her eyes closed as the younger woman’s tongue flickered across her clit. He reached out a hand, grasping first at Aren’s small, dangling breast, feeling as she pushed it harder against his hand, then moving it down to take hold of Kiera’s larger, firm breast, forcing Aren’s hand away, squeezing hard, watching the flesh pour through his fingers.

  Kiera groaned, her own hips tilting to adjust to Rooth’s strokes, easing his angle inside her. A faint hint of the tang of Aren’s juices filled her mouth, the other woman’s lower lips wetting Kiera’s nose as she rode Kiera’s mouth.

  Aren leaned forward, forcing Rooth to retract his hand from Kiera’s breast, bracing himself on the table and pistoning harder in and out of her instead. Kiera could feel the tightly coiled braid on Aren’s head as it pushed against her inner thigh, and Aren’s hard nipples stroking against her stomach.

  She gasped into Aren’s pussy as a long tongue flickered along her clit while Rooth continued his rapid pace. Aren reached a hand back between her legs to steady Kiera’s jaw, keeping her mouth steady on her own clit as she played with Kiera’s in between Rooth’s thrusts. Kiera renewed her efforts on the other woman. Her breath was coming ragged and inconsistent, however, her chest heaving in response to the mouth and cock sending pleasure radiating through her body.

  She groaned and Aren’s thighs tightened around her head, keeping her in place and muffling her cries as the ecstasy of her orgasm overtook her, her body rocking in place on the table as the lashing of Aren’s tongue grew unbearable as her clit became more sensitive. She shook as another climax ripped through her and Rooth gave a low growl.

  “Close?” asked Aren, letting some of the pressure on Kiera’s head go as she spoke.

  “She’s grown unbearably tight,” the forest chief noted.

  Aren thighs gave Kiera a squeeze.

  “Come, warrior, please me like you do your chief.”

  Kiera grunted herself, barely able to breath but determined, her tongue raking Aren’s clit, her fingers finding their way to slip between her folds. Aren purred on top of her.

  The sea chief reached a hand, grasping Rooth by the base of his cock and sliding him out of Kiera’s pussy at the apex of his next pull stroke. He next thrust went gliding along Kiera’s clit, and then Aren lifted his cock into her mouth, taking him to the hilt. She let him go, her chest lifting slightly off Kiera’s lower torso, revealing Kiera’s body just below her navel. She stroked him hard, aiming the head of his cock between the two of them.

  “Show me, Rooth. Show me your need.”

  Rooth groaned, his cock throbbing under Aren’s hand. She closed her eyes for a moment to savor the feeling, and her face shifted to one of concern, her mouth opening as Kiera’s tongue poured pleasure into her, catching her by surprise. Rooth tried to say something, but it came out unintelligible as Aren’s hand tightened around his cock. Down between Aren’s thighs, Kiera made her pleasure known as Rooth’s cum spurted onto her belly and the tops of Aren’s tits. One rope traveled nearly as far as Kiera’s heavy breasts.

  For a moment, the three of them held still, not moving, Aren’s thighs still locked around Kiera’s head, her hand still tight around Rooth’s cock. Then the forest chief laughed and stepped away from the two women.

  A small basin of water had been erected in the corner of the tent and he removed a cloth that had been placed in it, wringing it out before wiping it across his body and then wiping his hands.

  A bit of black caught his attention, and when he shook out the cloth, he saw there was a heavy smear of black ink where his hand had touched it.

  “What’s that—”

  Aren’s right arm tightened around his throat, her other arm wrapping around his left bicep, locking it in place. Her legs braced him tight around the torso, squeezing air from his chest. Rooth thrashed, spinning around, dragging the smaller Dragon Clan chief with him. Kiera sat up on the table, the ink of her false tattoo streaked where it had run as she had begun to sweat. With Aren on top of her, Rooth had failed to notice it.

  “Don’t just fucking sit there, you two,” cursed Aren, as Rooth attempted to claw her away from him with his free right arm. “Help me!”

  Tau and Kiera leapt up, Tau restraining Rooth’s free arm, while Kiera grabbed the arm Aren had locked up to keep him from moving and possibly dislodging them. Rooth struggled violently, and he tried to roar but only a gasping echo of sound came out instead. His body began to sag under the weight of Aren on his back. He stumbled forward to his knees, dragging his three opponents down on top of him before co
llapsing to the ground. Aren held her grip for a moment longer, the veins in her arms popping as she tightened it further, then let him go.

  She placed an ear to his back, listening, then stood and availed herself of the basin and the forgotten washcloth.

  “Dead?” asked Kiera.

  “Of course,” said Aren, dipping the cloth into the water. She wrang it out, then tossed it to Kiera.

  “You’re the Vashili spies, aren’t you?”

  “Who are you?” asked Kiera.

  “I told you: Aren, Chieftain of the Sea Dragon Clan, daughter of Kael.”

  “Why would you help us?” asked Tau. He voice was heavy with doubt.

  “A thousand reasons. No reason. Whatever is more convincing. You have no time to learn them, though. Rooth’s warriors may be here soon enough. Your disguises are flimsy, and to get past Olene’s guards and to the princess, you’ll need more than crude Forest Clan tattoos. Clean your body.”

  Kiera wiped the smear of ink from her body, erasing the crude tree, then down to her stomach where Rooth’s semen clung to her. Aren found some paper, and then an ink and brush from the table. She gave the paper to Kiera to dry the water from her body. When she was satisfied, she had Kiera lie across the table.

  “Only the foolish or indolent decorate their bodies with the symbol of their clan, save those of the Sky. A true warrior seeks always to improve, always to be superior,” explained Aren, dipping the brush. She sent a stroke across Kiera’s right breast, then another, the appearance of a dragon’s jaw soon appearing on the skin. Within moments, a long serpentine body had joined it, and a pair of leathery wings that ran down Kiera’s body, curving around her waist.

  “Olene’s most trusted warriors are the raiders assigned to Iandra. They have free reign of the city, and while they are currently in the field scouting Tia Vashil, they send frequent messengers back to the Tower. They each have a special marking, the shadow of a falcon below their clavicle, to show their place.” Another pair of quick strokes, and the stylized silhouette of a bird diving for unseen prey appeared on Kiera’s body.