Chapter one. The lover

The breeze felt sang-froid against his sweat covered chest, as he looked out over the city of Aven. His nous wrought with guilt about his military action the Nox before.He had farsighted since accepted that the profession of a whore was one bourn of great neccessity, as all campaining soldiers needed an outlet for their desires as they were far away from their wifes and menage, with naught but the laws of the conquerors to moderate them. If left unchecked good men would turn to the smutty deeds possible, catching incognizant little girls and taking what they please from them and the remainder of the local anaesthetic population, and yet still he despised himself for his actions.
The whore, he thought, had been near welcoming to him, pretty, bequeath and cheap. But somehow she had left the way with her fee of three atomic number 47 and a lavish tip that shocked her to her very core.

The Thick yellow coin, looked out of post in her petite helping hand she thought as she took her usual road abode, throught the crisscrossing tangle of streets and allys, she had never held Au before and had to admit that it felt unexpectedly expectant. Having been sent up to the room by the innkeeper she expected to exit with her silver and be subject, but when the man opened the door she was half tempted to let him take her for free, his bearded face looked down at her grin as he asked her her name. No customer had ever asked her gens before or even talked to her, it was usually in, out and done in a few minutes.But wih him it had been diferent he took her gently slowly making passionate erotic love to her making her breath stagger and her loins aching. With the others she useually faked her flood tide, but for him she did not find the need, as he gently pleasured her, and her him. The moment when he removed his clothes shall forever be in my fondest memories she thought, remembering the feelings that had burned in her soul, and bringing back a lingering tingle between her legs.
After the love had ceased he held her last, still inside her, and making her smell fulll and warm for a wide-cut 30 minutes, before he got up and went to his coinpurse bringing out a handfull of silver grey and the duncical gilt coin that she now clutched in her palm.Standing up from the blankets she walked over to him looking astounded at the coins in his helping hand.
'' My overlord '' she had said `` for this price you could lease almost of the bawd in the city for the nighttime, and still have enough for a effective repast after to recover your stamina, I can not occupy this. ''
'' My dear I would regard it an vilification if you did n't take this, for you have shown me majuscule pleasures tonight and this is only a fraction of what you deserve ... .. ''
These news echoed in her head teacher as she walked through the dimly lit night, her shoe making thudding clicking auditory sensation on the haggard cobbles. `` Please sir '' She replied in earnest `` You shouldnt have to pay me at all, for tonight I will think of above all others as the best of my lifespan. '' Her ailment fell upon deaf auricle as her kissed her gently and sent her on her way. She had seen him watching her from the balcony as she made the foresighted journy home.

She looked at the coin again, the warm alloy glinting in the lightness of the street lamps. I will reelect to him tomorrow, she thought quietly to herself, but not as a whore, no as a devotee and companion and they would expend the dark making passionate making love again and again, until neither of them could exact any more. And with this felicitous mentation she pocketed the coin and began to sing quietly to herself, her sweet vox echoing in the shadow, and creating a quiet chorus of smashing beauty, as the old song reached its end where the gods driven mad by the two lover, claimed their souls forever, she raised the volume, and she did not hear the footsteps behind her as her Sung dynasty, ended.


Harradan had never had a drop of luck in his sprightliness, or so he told himself as he stood quietly on his elbow room 's balcony, life story has dealt me a very shitty hand, he pondered quietly, victim of abuse as a child, the township watch has `` rescued '' him from his begetter and sent him to an orphanage, as life history looked up for him the harder truth was then forcefully imposed upon him. Yes his parents had, on occasion struck him and those drubbing had been horrific, but if he had behaved and kept his chores done, then they had been pleasant, even loving at times. But there were no such times in the orphanage, where he spent his adolesance. the lacing there had been ugly, and not just from the matron, but the former children too had beaten him and took all of his possesions before the end of the first day he had more bruises than he had ever got from his parents, and nada at all to his name.

After this he had made his way as a day labourer, toilsome hr and piddling pay, had just about enough money to restrain a humble plot of ground of land on which he built a lowly farmhouse and made a good support. When finally he thought that years of suffering had paid off, his life got so much expert ... Briefly. He had married a beutiful girl who loved him deeply for his slap-up honour and generosity.One season later he had been conscripted into the army of the king for some war in a far off land, at the promise of 5 gold peices when all was done, and a small pension of 10 silvers a month until he died. His years as a doer had given him good strengh and staying power and he soon rose to the social station of master, leading over 100 soldiers to battle. After the track of several fight had been swayed by `` Harradan 's devils '' The big businessman superior general gave him a giving of 10 Au coins `` A great sum for a great warrior '' was what the king had said to him and he recieved the sullen coinpurse.

A calendar month after he sent the money back abode to his married woman, the war was won by a daring flush from Harradan 's ship's company left the enemies flank dangerously fallible and spread out to, the horse cavalry charge that won them the battle, and the war. with the conquering army returning home, he went to his dwelling to find zip but the blacken shell of his home and the grave of his wife outside just growing a natural covering of reduce grass.

Upon recieving the sum of money from her hubby, she foolishly told her freinds what a hero her married man was, and about the lucullan giving they had recieved from the Rex himself, and so the story circulated around the local settlement, and this inevitably reached the Local bandits. They had decended upon the tranquilize and lovingly made home of Harradan and his wife, they had raped and killed his wife, taken the money and burned the house.Overcome by greif he acted gathering up the local townsfolk and hunted down every single brigand within 5 miles of his household, and set about to reconstruct his life.

Again the Martin Luther King greed had led him to declare war on another kingdom, and he had been reinstated as `` Captain Harradan '' as his devils were reformed.The war was again hard fought on both sides, until the battle of Hawkfell. Thsi battle had resulted in the total exit of his society, seeing the correctly side of their army breakage, he charged his men into the swell of rushing opposition while their establishment was ragged and broken, Smashing a hammer into their side, his soldiers stabbed bass into the foe army, and were quickly surrounded, this gave the flank clock time to straighten out and lodge back at full strengh, holding the principal battle rail line strong.
As soon as they closed in behind them both he and his warriors knew that they had reached the end of the argumentation, and fought all the harder for it. Forming a roofy of sheilds they fought to the final stage 10 men, before Harradan and his daemon pushed, forward deeper into the enemy, Their wepons and armour now blood red made the last men seem satanic and deamonic, sending enemies fleeing in all instruction. Hacking a all-fired path forward the devils and their master, reached the opposition centre, where the enemy king was surrounded by his Au clad elite group and sitting on a golden pot supported by his slaves, he seemed to barely note them as the last 4 daimon bellowed a warcry that would shatter buckler and psyche and charged onward.

The top executive guards turned slowly to form a bulwark to protect their Divine. His axe handle now slick with parentage Harradan hacked through the paries of flesh and metal, as the conclusion of his society fell to the barbarian swords of the
power men barely registering the look of terror on the king 's side he threw his axe splitting his header like a melon. Jumping onto the kings mobile throne he withdrew his axe from the back of the chairperson, and let out a blood curdling scream. `` YOUR KING IS DEAD ! '' he yelled, `` SLAIN BY THE dickens HIMSELF ! GIVE UP THE competitiveness OR YOU WILL PAY WITH YOUR line of descent HIS DEBT ! ``

The enemy line broke and ran, and the conflict hardened warriors of his army surged forward. The business leader elite walked orderly back guiding the routing ground forces to safety.Overcome by weariness, he pushed the kings corpse off the potty and sat, as the slaves put it down and ran for the transient safety of the hills.Closing his middle he fell into a dreamless sleep.

When he awoke men were picking over the dead physical structure on the field, with ring cutters and knives to quickly dispach the wounded. Shaking of the remnants of sleep he rose sticking to the chairdue to the congealed blood on his armour. As reached the tents of the victorious USA, the men withdrew from their game of dice or jackstones, to gaze avidly at Harradan 's vermilion sort. Two of the Martin Luther King Jr. guards escorted him to the Riley B King collapsible shelter where he was accused of treason for disobeying a head monastic order of the king.

For this he was stripped of all but the clothes on his vertebral column and exiled from the kingdom, never to yield under pain of death. Accepting his penalisation stoically he took supplying from the kings entrepot, and journeyed off into his life. And this was where he had ended up, a far away city in a far away body politic, where he could make a new life for himself.. hiring a elbow room at one of the better inns of the townsfolk, he had asked not to be disturbed.
Sensing an unsatisfied client the landlord Vilthar, Went to the local house of prostitution, and asked for one to be sent to Harradan 's room.

When he opened the door, with the design of repremanding the plump landlord he had come face to face with the most beautiful set of emerald eyes he had ever seen, around these heart was beutiful ivory skin that seemed to radiate luminousness. Her lips were fully, red and inviting. Framing this angelic face was tenacious John Brown hair, as darkness as the Tree 's in farthest Mairen, that seemed to flow like H2O over her shoulders, reaching her breast, her tawdry clothes emphasised every curved shape perfectly, higlighting both her titty and rump.

Tearing his optic from her tremendous body he had managed to ask her name, which was almost a beautiful as her, a epithet that would suit a queen he, thought, the bonny queen in all the 12 kingdoms could not compare to her.

'' Garienne '' he whispered to the dark as he relived their passionate lovemaking, bringing a blue-belly swelling to his groin. As he stood there remembering every excuisite detail of the Night, he caught the sound of an angelic voice on the wind, singing the old folk Sung the bard had been reciting on his arrival. As his mind began to swan back again, he caught sight of a group men creeping into an alleyway following the road Garienne had taken ....


Chapter Two the Fighters.

Grabbing the room access he wrenched it open and rush downstairs to the bar, where the landlord was cleaning a mug. Upon seeing Harradan he said `` I Take it you enjoyed my surprise then '' with a sly grin, that made several patron laugh heartily. `` Give me your night club ! '' He asked quickly `` NOW ! ''
'' alright sir i meant no offense, was just a joke ''
'' looking turn over me your golf-club now, or the blood of a goddess will be on your hands, '' His articulation seemed to terrify the man to action, reaching behind the bar he withdrew a stout wooden club with iron isthmus wrapped around it, which he passed quickly to Harradan.Taking this he bolted out of the inn and in to the dark.

When the bridge player clasped on her shoulder Garienne Screamed before the 2d hand closed over her sass, `` well await at this '' said a Black toothed man with fould breather, as he leered into her look, a serial publication of chuckles echoed around her, as early hands began to grab and grope her. She felt so incapacitated as the deal held her and touched her, She felt two hands on her breast, and another two on her ass, as they bore her to the cold firmly sett of the street. She bit the hand over her mouth and screamed again hoping somebody could get word her. A calloused manus slapped her the sound echoing through the back street. `` I 'll make you pay for that one you little gripe. '' he said as his hand grabbed the top of her frock, and wrenched downwards, ripping the cheap fabric like paper, exposing her breasts and stomach, the man grinned as he wrenched again throwing the tattered dress to the side. Completely naked now the hired hand felt even more brute as their rough skin touched her. It was a this peak when she felt a fingerbreadth graze her entrance, and she shuddered in fear,
'' Well look at this '' a man Cackled holding up his finger for all to see `` Shes already soaking, the little slut ! ''. With annother muffled cry he slid his fingers back into her, bringing them out and up to his sass, where he sucked them with relish. Seeing the pain sensation in her eyes he laughed again as he plunged his fingers back into her. Already having climaxed 3 times that day made the experiance even more direful as she was so attender their fingers felt like fire inside her loins.
suddenly she felt he ass cheeks being pulled apart by two more hands, and for the first time in her life a finger slid up into her butt, `` ooooh '' exclaimed annother of the men with a bellowign laugh `` she doesnt like that, does she ? ! '' bother as she had never felt before coursed through her as the man slid 2 fingers into her smashed hole.

A sickening compaction was heard as Harradan charged forward reversing the club into one of the rapist 's heads, sending out a ruby spray that send the man sprawling to the cobbles below. Withdrawing their fingers from her the balance of the men grabbed knives, clubs and even a steel or two and advanced on the starter. With a photoflash of trend two more men were post flying to the background, shoulder charging a third to the ground he lashed out his pes connecting with his skull. Dodging a knife stab he rammed the cabaret like a sword forward, into the mans belly knocking the wind out of him swiftly grabbing the throw off tongue he threw it forward pinning annother man to a wooden wall by the shirt, again the nightclub spun knocking the live 2 men senseless. Advancing on the endure man, who was still pinned to the wall, he grabbed hi by the neck and lifted him up. `` Please..Please do n't pop me ! '' he begged `` Im sorry i 'm sad im sorry ! '' he cried this out again and again.
'' you made a choice tonight '' Harradan said `` and now you will be punished for that option '' throwing the man down he said `` now get out of my spate, Scum ! '' he added spitefully as he walked away from the man, the man fled.

approach Gariennne he hugged her and held her penny-pinching to him, as she wept, and wept. after a few minutes he picked up her tatterdemalion clothes, and wrapped her in it, also covering this with his travelling cloak concealing her nakedness.slipping the club between his side and arm, made his way back to the Inn.

walk through the tavern with a au naturel cleaning woman wrapped in a shabby travelling cloak, he drew many unusual looking at from the supporter and serving staff, returning the pedigree smeared guild to the barkeeper, he gave him the gold coin, and asked him `` if you have any spare dresses could you send them up to my room please ? `` and with that he left and took her up to his elbow room. Lying her down on his bed he began to sing soothingly, his rich vocalisation echoing off the wall, Halfway through the ballad, annother pocket-size voice joined his and theirt voices made a staring musical harmony that carried down to the sponsor in the tavern, who all began to heed paying no attention to the compensate instrumentalist who was trying desperately to regain his audiance.

After the song ended Garienne had stopped weeping, '' Its odd sir '' she said `` we have slept together, and you saved my life story, and yet i still dont know your public figure, your retiring or anything about you ''
'' Ahhh '' he replied `` but do you need to ? maybe you know all you need, I certainly do ''
'' What do you know, about me ? '' she replied curiously
'' Only 3 things, firstly your epithet, Garienne. Secondly I know that your the most beautiful char in the human race, '' he paused before going on `` and lastly I know the most of import fact that I Love you, and thats all I need to cognise, everthing else Is just a bonus '' he concluded with a grinning. `` So what, dear Garienne do you know of me ? ``
'' I know that you are The bravest man I have ever known, thatyou would willingly risk your aliveness for me, which shows you have great honour, I know you are a fantastic buff, and fighter, And I also know that I love you, ''
she felt slightly awkward when she continued `` So hold back ... .. your never going to tell me your name ? or anything about you ? '' he chuckled heartily,
'' thats not what I said was it ? My epithet Is Harradan, Im an exiled soldier of king Rontar, and I lost my wife to bandits respective years ago. and aside from that there is little to tell, '' he finished sadly as he looked at her fount, a mask of surprise. `` That can not be it '' she said, `` your a man of at least 25, and you can summarize your life in so few words ? It makes no common sense to me '' smiling he said back to her
'' I have a bent for simplifying thing, for example I could sum this mo In one word '' he said as he leant in to kiss her. She kissed back gently their tongues begining to dance in each others mouths as the candy kiss deepend. `` What Word ? `` she asked breaking their kiss
'' perfect ''

He gently leant back into the kiss his manpower slowly removing the battered cloak and the tattered wearing apparel, once again seeing her bare form, and bringing a dude from his groin. He gently began to knead her knocker, making Garienne Moan, under his touch, her nipple hardened as her breathing became more crucify, he reluctantly broke their kiss, and moved down her torso, kissing her thorax, and moving his tounge over her pert white meat and rock concentrated nipples. she moaned loudly as his attentions once again shifted, with a gruntle raciness on one of her nipples he moved even further down laying soft kisses on her tummy and thighs, Even though they had already had sex earlier that Night, They took it as slow up as if they were both Virgo the Virgin, on their wedding night.

As he kissed her outer lips he felt her shiver, but this time in pleasance, as he bagan to gently pull apart her labia, and slipped his tounge inside her, she groaned again tatty and louder until he body went rigid and a effusion of sweet fluid bathed Harradan 's face.Lapping up her remaining juice, he pulled away to seeher expression glowing in office euphoric bliss, her eyes closed and lid fluttering. `` nooooo '' she whispered huskily '' do n't stop yet, I 'm having so practically fun '' when she finally opened her eyes he was naked in nominal head of her positioning his putz at her entrance, he looked at her, as if asked permission to which she gave a pocket-size nod.

They both moaned as he slid into her in a individual apoplexy, she was so wet that there was not friction just a strong and silky wetness that sent them both wild, slowly he began to pump in and out of her, eliciting small cries from her every clip he bottomed out inside of her.

After several proceedings of ho-hum and passionate sexual love, he picked up the rate almost doubling his speed, making her vociferation louder and more frequent, 2 times during this, she had gone stiff and climaxed, adding more fluids to lubricate Harradan 's pistoning thrusts.

He felt the building pressure in his balls as he rapidly reached his crest, He then exploded inside her with such a personnel that it pushed he into yet annother mind shattering orgasm.After pumping her full of his seed he slid out of her with a wet `` plop '' settling back down beside her, Harradan took his lover in his arms, '' I promise that for as long as I live I shall jazz and cherish you as you deserve and more ''

the end
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