Dungeon Master 5

by Eric Vall

  Her sweet-smelling curls tickled my nose, and I laid soft kisses to her pale skin. Rana stopped struggling against me as the Eye of Alipsis fell from her hands, and she melted into me with a soft, lustful sigh. I hadn’t given her as much attention lately as I would have liked, but now, I was going to give the fox-woman whatever she needed in the darkened garden. My arms encircled her and traced invisible lines up and down her thighs. Rana stiffened, and a muffled groan escaped her lips as I brushed my hands up her legs to her waist then dipped down into the front of her pants. Her pubic hair was soft against my hand, and her stance widened as she opened her legs for me. I stroked her softly, moved my fingers over her lips until she was dripping. Then I moved my arm to give me enough room and pushed one finger inside of her. An airy moan escaped the fox’s lips as her ears twitched, and her fiery red tail curled around me.

  I pushed two fingers in, and Rana struggled for breath against me as I moved my hand harder inside of her. The redhead quickly broke away from me, her red tail a flurry as her blue eyes caught mine in the dim light and her paws worked furiously at her belt. She backed away to one of the stone benches, yanked down her pants and kicked them away from her. Rana sat down squarely on the bench and opened her legs to me. Her pristine white panties were soaked through with her juices, and I followed after her and threw myself on the ground between her legs. I grabbed the white panties and the delicate fabric ripped and shredded under my strong hands.

  I threw the ruined fabric over my shoulder in a rush to get to my prize and Rana leaned back on the bench and revealed her sex to me. I looked up into her eyes, and they were begging me, pleading me, and I brought my face closer to her core as I licked my lips like a hungry wolf. I lapped at her gently, and soft coos escaped from her mouth as I pressed in harder and slipped my meaty tongue inside of her tunnel. Rana’s paws found my hair and gripped onto it as I twisted my tongue inside of her and slowly moved, edging her closer to her own ecstasy. I pressed my face against her as I pushed my tongue deeper and tasted her sweet juices that reminded me of the taste of honey and cream. Rana cried out louder and gripped onto my hair for dear life as I swirled my tongue over her clitoris.

  Suddenly as I pulled away, Rana launched forward and tumbled me to the grass. Her paws moved over me as she worked at my own belt and buttons and soon, I was free of both my armor and the pants underneath. The fox-girl took the shaft of my penis in her paw as her blue eyes flicked up to mine. Then she plunged it into her mouth with a sweet moan, and I groaned as I gripped at the grass at my sides. Rana moved feverishly as she swirled her tongue around the head of my penis and tasted the small droplets of precum that sprouted there like morning dew. Her free paw that didn’t work up and down my penis as she sucked over my large length, cupped my balls in her palm and slowly caressed them.

  My pleasure heightened, and I was close to spilling my hot seed down her sugary throat. Rana sensed the change in my body, so she moved at a heightened speed as she bobbed up and down on my cock, her mouth making hot sticky noises each time she came up and went back down. I felt it rising in my loins, and I grabbed her by the back of the head, my fingers in her hair as I moved her even faster over my rock-hard member.

  The fox groaned in pleasure as I used her mouth to my will, and I slammed into her so hard that I felt her uvula brush against the head of my penis. I groaned loudly, and the sound rumbled around the confines of the clearing, our own private world of carnal pleasure. I pulled out and plunged back in as my cock began to seize, and my frothy cum poured down her throat.

  Rana pulled away, and my white seed dripped from her ruby red lips. The fox-girl licked it away with pleasure, but I wasn’t done with her yet, so I pushed her back to the grass and positioned myself over her entrance. The redhead wriggled eagerly, and I gripped her right breast in my hand roughly. Her breasts were plump and warm against my cold hands, and I ripped at the fabric of her shirt until the breast was entirely exposed. I lapped at the pink nub and Rana cried out loudly in my ear. Her noises only urged me on more as I clamped down on the hardened nipple with my teeth and she pressed into me as she gasped for air.

  Then I held my erection in one hand and guided it into her dripping warmth.

  Rana cried out against me as her tail wrapped around my back and pulled me closer as I pumped inside of her harder than I ever had. Her face was tense, and her eyes squeezed shut as obscenities fell from her lips, but I didn’t stop giving her everything she wanted. Sweat beaded on her beautiful face, and I brought my lips down to hers. We came together as I thrust into her feverishly, each movement rippling pleasure up from my groin up to my chest and my dizzy head. I’d already cummed once, and I wouldn’t stop until she came on my member as many times as I could make her.

  I loved the feeling of being inside of her. Each of my minions was a very different lover, and I enjoyed each of our sessions together equally. Rana wanted it fast and hard always, and I would even dare to say the fox-girl was a bit of a masochist.

  I happily obliged every time and ravaged her roughly whenever she wanted it. Maybe it was because the redhead was so headstrong and stubborn in her everyday life that she liked me to dominate her when we made love, but I had no problem giving her what her heart and pleasure desired. She already knew I was her Master, I had broken her like a wild stallion, and she’d accepted me as her owner and lover with open arms the first time I had bedded her.

  Rana pulled away from me suddenly, and my penis slipped out of her as my eyebrows knit in confusion, but a smile came to my lips as she knelt and leaned against the bench. She swung her hips enticingly, her fiery red tail whipping out behind her as she gazed lustfully over her shoulder at me and I quickly came over and pressed the head of my penis to her lips once again. Her pussy parted for me beautifully, and her warmth wrapped around my member once again.

  The fox-girl rode me backward, her hips bucking and kicking as she pursued after her orgasm. Rana held on tightly to the stone of the bench as I slammed into her, and she cried out into the heated darkness around with her head hung back and resting against my smooth chest. I reached around her and gripped her breasts tightly in my hands as she moved her hips faster and slid my length in and out of her in a feverish pace. If she kept this up much longer, I’d cum again, but I held it off as I plunged into her.

  Rana’s vagina tightened and clenched around me as she teetered on the edge of orgasm and I gritted my teeth as I thumped into her harder. Our slick and wet bodies slapped into each other loud enough the sound echoed around the small clearing and bounced back to us. This place was like our own private world filled with Rana’s sweet moans and cries and the wet noises of my erection sliding in and out of her slick sex. The fox-girl’s paws clenched around the bench as her first orgasm hit, and she rocked forward as her hips bucked against me harder. Her sounds rose to screams, and I placed a gentle hand around her throat as I felt the muscles move and tense under her flesh.

  Rana turned without parting, or my member sliding out of her and faced me as she leaned her back against the bench. I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders as I gripped her by the soft flesh of her ass and pounded into her without missing a beat. Her lusty voice reached my ears as her arms gripped my arms, and I lunged forward and slammed my lips to hers as her red hair bounced with my movements.

  “Master, yes! Oh fuck, yes!” the fox-girl cried loudly as we parted, and I smiled down at her. My minion’s pleasure gave me pleasure, and my member hardened even more inside of her convulsing walls.

  Rana’s head fell back and her mouth opened wide as she roared into a second orgasm. I slowed my hips down but plunged in harder than ever and choked off sounds fell from the fox’s lips as the orgasm surged and took over her whole body. I pulled her away from the bench and lay her flat against the grass. I lifted her right leg and held it tightly to my chest as I slowed down, each movement of my penis inside of her excruciatingly slow and from the way she panted and groaned, I knew it was driving her crazy. I ran my
free hand through her hair, and her piercing blue eyes met mine. For a moment, we were the only two people in the world, and I wanted to make love to her slowly and unhurriedly in the quiet garden of the inn.

  We stayed like this for a long time, and her orgasms came one after another, and when I looked down into her face, exhaustion beat weakly in her pale blue eyes. I sped up my hips this time, and the fox widened her legs to give me more access to her. I bent down and lapped at her breasts as I chased after my second orgasm, and I felt it slowly building in heated coils in my loins. Her cries softened to guttural moans as her claws gripped into my forearms. Her blue eyes met mine for the thousand times in the garden, but this time, something was different in them, more heated than ever before as her hips swung up to meet mine wetly.

  “I love you, Master! Please give me your seed, I want to have it deep inside of me!” the fox-girl cried as her eyes squeezed shut and another orgasm took her in its hold.

  I gasped loudly as my cock seized inside of her and I gave her what she wanted. I pumped inside of her until I had nothing more to give and collapsed on top of her panting form. I moved my hands over her, and she held me to her chest as she pressed soft kisses to my face. We laid together under the bright stars for a long time then we heard far away voices from outside the inn.

  I scrambled up and quickly helped the fox redress. She pulled on her coat and gave me a smirk as she gestured towards her ruined shirt as she pulled the coat on over her exposed breast. We tiptoed back towards the inn, and the voices outside got louder as we neared. When we got close, the smell of tobacco smoke assaulted our noses, and it reminded me of back at the Purple Conch when I had escorted Haruhi outside, and she’d pulled the hand-rolled cigarettes from her pocket. I wondered how she was faring by herself but quickly pushed it away as Usagi’s recognizably airy voice talked to some unseen person. Ran and I froze as we listened to their private conversation.

  “I don’t understand why we’re doing all this shit,” Usagi cried, and through the tree branches and plants, I could just make out her form gesturing around her to large baskets on the ground.

  “Ah, Usagi, you know the drill,” the unseen man answered as the end of his cigarette glowed in the darkness as he took a long pull from the end.

  “And I don’t understand why all these people show up like it’s the first time this shit is happening!” Usagi grumbled as she kicked one of the baskets, and it nearly tipped over. “He gets married every six months. No one should be surprised anymore!”

  “Hey, hey, calm down, woman. No need to be angry. At least we’re getting paid to make all the food even if it happens every six months.” The man laughed as he stepped into the light, and from his clothes, he looked to be a chef or cook in the kitchens as he offered Usagi the cigarette. “Do you think you’re going to the wedding?”

  “No, probably not, I have to work in the morning,” Usagi grumbled as she took the cigarette he offered and took a few puffs of it.

  “Well, then are you going to the ball afterward?” the cook asked as he nudged her with an elbow good-naturedly and Usagi seemed to perk up. “I heard all are invited to attend, even all the foreigners who roll in. All you gotta do is get dressed up, and they’ll let you in! It’ll be fun. Come on!”

  Rana and I exchanged steely glances through the foliage. Baudouin had not only invited all of his city into his palace for the ball, but he’d also invited death in too.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Rana and I managed to sneak back to our rooms without being noticed by the cook or Usagi. The entire time we climbed the stairs, the wicked smile stayed on my lips as I planned out our attack against Baudouin. Once we reached the landing, I knocked lightly on Annalise, Carmedy, and Morrigan’s door. It quietly squeaked open, and Carmedy looked up into my face with bleary, tired eyes. Behind her in the darkness of the room, I spied the blanket covered lumps in the bed that were Annalise and Morrigan.

  “Wake your sisters,” I instructed her as I nodded to the sleeping women. Carmedy looked at me in confusion as I explained. “We have some news, and there are things I’d like to discuss.”

  The feline quickly nodded and turned to her sleeping sisters. Rana and I waited as the black cat woke the others. They slowly climbed out of bed in their sheer nightgowns, and then, together, I unlocked my and Rana’s room and ushered all of my women in. Once inside, they piled onto the bed and looked to me as I paced quietly back and forth. I stroked my chin as I ran through scenarios in my head.

  Our access to Baudouin would be easy but we’d be attending a ball with thousands of other people, and it’d be hard to get close to him. When I turned, Annalise sat upright in the bed and gave me a drained smile. Her features had returned to normal after a few hours, and it relieved me to be able to look into her stunning face again.

  “Rana and I were outside earlier when we were training and we overheard a conversation between Usagi and one of the cooks,” I told them as I paced back and forth. “We don’t have to attend the wedding, but we heard that the ball after is open attendance for the whole city.”

  “What are you thinking, Master?” the swordswoman asked as I stopped and ran a weary hand through my thick hair.

  “Baudouin won’t be expecting us,” I told them in a low voice as I thought over the information in my head. “He doesn’t even know that we’re after him, correct?”

  “No, he doesn’t,” Rana said as she flopped onto one of the pillows and looked at me sideways from her position. “He only thinks that the Tamarisch soldiers are attacking his land. I don’t think he even knows who the rest of us are beside Annalise.”

  “That is the only problem,” I told them in a thoughtful voice. “Annalise is very recognizable. And as much as I appreciate your efforts, Carmedy, I don’t think the potion we used today will work. We’ll be at the ball for hours, and I don’t want to risk the chance of it wearing off during the ball.”

  “So, I can’t go?” the High Queen cried as her lips pulled down in a frown.

  “No, you’ll be there.” I shook my head as I dismissed that thought instantly. “In fact, I want you to be there especially when we kill him. I want that bastard to look into your face as he dies,” I growled and Annalise’s eyebrows raised. “But we need a concrete plan to get you inside and unseen by the guests, the people of Tintagal, and Baudouin.”

  “I have an idea though I don’t think Miss Prim and Proper is going to like it.” Rana giggled as she glanced at her brunette sister, and the swordswoman’s brows knit together in confusion.

  “By all means, tell us,” I instructed her with a wave of my hand.

  “Where is the least obvious place that Baudouin would look for Annalise?” the redhead went on as she looked each of us in the face. Her sharp blue eyes shone in the dim light cast by the single candle. “She’s the High Queen, once a princess of the most powerful country in the north. Come on, guys, think with me.”

  “I don’t like how you’re painting me out to be. I may have been a princess, but I’ve worked hard to surpass just that title,” the brunette chided through a small smile.

  Rana’s hand found the swordswoman’s in the dark. “Come on, the last place that anyone would think to look for the High Queen? I mean, they’d expect her just to put on a disguise and sneak in.” The fox giggled as she sat up and Annalise eyed her warily.

  “I really don’t like where you’re going with this,” the swordswoman cautiously said to her sister.

  “I think I understand your meaning, Rana, and it's not a bad idea at all.” I smirked as Carmedy and Morrigan looked to me with pleading expressions that begged me to let them in on the secret.

  Annalise’s expression broke as she caught on. She looked to Rana with a shocked expression, but I could tell that the High Queen wasn’t angry. A sly smile spread over her supple lips, and she reached out and stroked the soft curls at the fox’s temple.

  “You’re very clever,” Annalise praised, and Rana blushed a deep red as she accepted t
he compliment. “You usually don’t like coming up with plans, but I’m glad you took the initiative.”

  “Hello?” Carmedy called as she waved her paw through the air and then, once she had our full attention, the feline gestured between herself and Morrigan sitting beside her. “We’d like to know what’s going on, please.”

  “I understand the situation completely,” Morrigan breathed coldly as she moved her dark eyes to Carmedy which left the feline to pout at me.

  “This inn has cooked and provided all the food for the wedding and ball after. We won’t need to disguise Annalise much at all, maybe a wig and some heavy makeup. She’ll be one of the servers at the ball. All we have to do is ask Usagi in the morning if they need any more help which, with how big this party is going to be, they’re going to need more hands to serve Baudouin and his guests.”

  Carmedy’s face broke with excitement, and she clapped happily as she looked over the High Queen. After a moment, the feline’s expression filled with clouds of concentration, and I could tell the creative feline was planning out how the swordswoman would look for her transformation into a server.

  Annalise’s chocolate brown eyes met mine, and she smiled broadly.

  “I’d like to admit, I am sort of glad I’m not going to the ball,” the High Queen told us, and I tilted my head at her for her to go on. “I don’t particularly like getting dressed up in frilly dresses and jewelry. Didn’t like it as a princess and I certainly don’t like it now. If I’m dressed as a server, I can find out more information about Baudouin from the guests too as I go around, and that’ll help us by the end of the night.”

  “I wish you liked getting dressed up,” Carmedy cried as she ran her hands over her brunette sister, and Annalise gave her a small, shy smile. “It’s so much fun getting all prettied up and having people look at you like you’re the most gorgeous person in the room!”