Chapter one. The Lovers

The snap felt sang-froid against his sweat covered chest, as he looked out over the city of Aven. His mind wrought with guilt trip about his actions the dark before.He had retentive since accepted that the profession of a whore was one bourne of nifty neccessity, as all campaining soldiers needed an outlet for their desires as they were far away from their wifes and families, with nothing but the police force of the conqueror to curb them. If left uncurbed in force men would rick to the foulest works possible, catching incognizant little girls and taking what they please from them and the rest of the local anaesthetic population, and yet still he despised himself for his actions.
The lady of pleasure, he thought, had been most welcoming to him, pretty, will and cheap. But somehow she had left the room with her fee of three atomic number 47 and a munificent tip that shocked her to her very core.

The Thick yellow coin, looked out of place in her petite hand she thought as she took her usual route nursing home, throught the crisscrossing maze of streets and allys, she had never held amber before and had to hold that it felt unexpectedly heavy. Having been sent up to the elbow room by the host she expected to leave with her flatware and be content, but when the man opened the threshold she was half tempted to let him take her for loose, his bearded expression looked down at her grin as he asked her her name. No customer had ever asked her epithet 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 dear to her making her breath stagger and her loins ache. With the others she useually faked her orgasm, but for him she did not find the need, as he gently pleasured her, and her him. The instant 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 tingling between her legs.
After the lovemaking had ceased he held her stopping point, still inside her, and making her feel fulll and warm for a wide-cut 30 moment, before he got up and went to his coinpurse bringing out a handfull of silvers and the thick golden coin that she now clutched in her palm.Standing up from the blanket she walked over to him looking astounded at the coins in his hand.
'' My lord '' she had said `` for this price you could engage well-nigh of the whores in the metropolis for the Nox, and still have enough for a right meal after to go back your stamina, I can not take this. ''
'' My beloved I would consider it an affront if you did n't shoot this, for you have shown me not bad pleasures tonight and this is only a fraction of what you deserve ... .. ''
These words echoed in her head as she walked through the dimly lit night, her skid making dull clicking strait on the worn cobblestone. `` Please sir '' She replied in earnest `` You shouldnt have to pay me at all, for tonight I will retrieve above all others as the best of my aliveness. '' Her complaints fell upon deaf ears as her kissed her gently and sent her on her way. She had seen him watching her from the balcony as she made the recollective journy home.

She looked at the coin again, the warmly alloy glinting in the Christ Within of the street lamps. I will retort to him tomorrow, she thought quietly to herself, but not as a prostitute, no as a lover and companion and they would pass the nighttime making passionate erotic love again and again, until neither of them could take away any more. And with this happy thought she pocketed the coin and began to sing quietly to herself, her mellisonant voice echoing in the dark, and creating a quiet chorus line of great looker, as the old call reached its end where the gods driven mad by the two lover, claimed their souls forever, she raised the volume, and she did not pick up the footsteps behind her as her song, ended.


Harradan had never had a drop of luck in his living, or so he told himself as he stood quietly on his elbow room 's balcony, Life has dealt me a real shitty hired hand, he pondered quietly, dupe of abuse as a child, the town watch has `` rescued '' him from his Padre and sent him to an orphanage, as life looked up for him the harder the true was then forcefully imposed upon him. Yes his parents had, on occasions struck him and those beatings had been dreadful, 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 licking there had been frightful, and not just from the matron, but the other 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 nothing at all to his name.

After this he had made his way as a day manual laborer, intemperately 60 minutes and little pay, had just about enough money to accommodate a modest game of land on which he built a lowly farmhouse and made a good living. When finally he thought that years of suffering had paid off, his life got so a lot unspoiled ... Briefly. He had married a beutiful girl who loved him deeply for his great honour and generosity.One time of year later he had been conscripted into the army of the magnate for some war in a far off land, at the promise of 5 gold peices when all was done, and a pocket-sized pension of 10 silvers a calendar month until he died. His years as a worker had given him good strengh and stamina and he soon rose to the rank of captain, leading over 100 soldiers to battle. After the course of various engagement had been swayed by `` Harradan 's devil '' The kings generals gave him a gift of 10 gold coins `` A majuscule sum for a heavy warrior '' was what the king had said to him and he recieved the heavy coinpurse.

A month after he sent the money back family to his married woman, the war was won by a daring charge from Harradan 's company left the enemies flank dangerously weak and open to, the cavalry burster that won them the struggle, and the war. with the conquering army returning home, he went to his dwelling to witness nothing but the blackened casing of his home and the grave of his wife outside just growing a application of cut grass.

Upon recieving the sum of money from her married man, she foolishly told her freinds what a hero her married man was, and about the lavish gift they had recieved from the king himself, and so the story circulated around the topical anesthetic villages, and this inevitably reached the Local bandit. They had decended upon the quiet and lovingly made home plate 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 anesthetic townspeople and hunted down every single bandit within 5 miles of his house, and set about to rebuild his life.

Again the kings greed had led him to hold war on another kingdom, and he had been reinstated as `` Captain Harradan '' as his Devil were reformed.The war was again hard fought on both incline, until the battle of Hawkfell. Thsi battle had resulted in the full going of his party, seeing the right incline of their army breaking, he charged his men into the swell of rushing opposition while their constitution was ragged and broken, Smashing a hammer into their position, his soldiers stabbed rich into the enemies army, and were quickly surrounded, this gave the flank meter to reform and institutionalise back at full strengh, holding the main fight communication channel strong.
As soon as they closed in behind them both he and his warriors knew that they had reached the end of the crease, and fought all the harder for it. Forming a roach of sheilds they fought to the last 10 men, before Harradan and his Devil pushed, forward deeper into the enemy, Their wepons and armour now blood red made the finally men seem hellish and deamonic, sending enemies fleeing in all directions. Hacking a bloody path forward the Lucifer and their superior, reached the enemy centre, where the opposition Billie Jean King was surrounded by his gold clad elite group and sitting on a golden toilet supported by his slaves, he seemed to barely notice them as the finale 4 devils bellowed a warcry that would shatter carapace and souls and charged onward.

The kings precaution turned slowly to organise a wall to protect their Creator. His axe handgrip now slick with stemma Harradan hacked through the wall of flesh and metal, as the hold up of his ship's company fell to the brute sword of the
Rex men barely registering the flavor of terror on the mogul 's brass he threw his axe splitting his head like a melon. Jumping onto the kings mobile throne he withdrew his axe from the back of the death chair, and let out a blood curdling scream. `` YOUR KING IS DEAD ! '' he yelled, `` SLAIN BY THE DEVIL HIMSELF ! grant UP THE FIGHT OR YOU WILL PAY WITH YOUR BLOOD HIS DEBT ! ``

The enemy credit line broke and ran, and the battle hardened warriors of his army surged forward. The business leader elite walked orderly back guiding the routing army to safety.Overcome by fatigue, he pushed the kings corpse off the toilet and sat, as the slaves put it down and ran for the passing refuge of the hills.Closing his eyes he fell into a dreamless sleep.

When he awoke men were picking over the bushed bodies on the field, with ring cutters and tongue to quickly dispach the wounded. Shaking of the remnants of sleep he rose sticking to the chairdue to the congealed descent on his armour. As reached the tent of the victorious army, the men withdrew from their game of dice or knucklebones, to stare avidly at Harradan 's scarlet signifier. Two of the kings guards escorted him to the kings collapsible shelter where he was accused of betrayal for disobeying a channelize club of the king.

For this he was stripped of all but the wearing apparel on his back and exiled from the kingdom, never to give under pain of death. Accepting his punishment stoically he took supply from the world-beater stores, and journeyed off into his life story. And this was where he had ended up, a far away city in a far away land, where he could make a new life for himself.. hiring a room at one of the better inns of the Ithiel Town, he had asked not to be disturbed.
Sensing an unsatisfied customer the landlord Vilthar, Went to the local bagnio, and asked for one to be sent to Harradan 's room.

When he opened the door, with the intention of repremanding the plump landlord he had come boldness to face with the most beautiful set of emerald heart he had ever seen, around these middle was beutiful tusk skin that seemed to radiate light. Her mouth were full, red and inviting. Framing this angelic fount was farsighted brown hair, as shadow as the Tree 's in farthest Mairen, that seemed to flow like weewee over her articulatio humeri, reaching her white meat, her cheap dress emphasised every bender perfectly, higlighting both her titty and prat.

Tearing his eyes from her fantastic physical structure he had managed to ask her name, which was almost a beautiful as her, a epithet that would beseem a queen he, thought, the fairest tabby in all the 12 realm could not compare to her.

'' Garienne '' he whispered to the night as he relived their passionate making love, bringing a swift swelling to his groyne. As he stood there remembering every excuisite item of the dark, he caught the sound of an angelical vocalisation on the wind, singing the old folk song the bard had been reciting on his arrival. As his intellect began to drift back again, he caught sight of a group men creeping into an alley following the road Garienne had taken ....


Chapter Two the Fighters.

Grabbing the door he wrenched it capable and hasten 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 grinning, that made several patron laugh heartily. `` Give me your golf club ! '' He asked quickly `` NOW ! ''
'' alright sir i meant no offence, was just a joke ''
'' look give me your club now, or the rip of a goddess will be on your bridge player, '' His voice seemed to terrorise the man to action, reaching behind the bar he withdrew a stout wooden club with iron bands wrapped around it, which he passed quickly to Harradan.Taking this he bolted out of the inn and in to the dark.

When the hand clasped on her berm Garienne Screamed before the second hired hand closed over her back talk, `` well count at this '' said a Negro toothed man with fould breather, as he leered into her face, a serial publication of chortle echoed around her, as other manpower began to grab and fumble her. She felt so helpless as the hands held her and touched her, She felt two men on her breasts, and another two on her ass, as they bore her to the cold hard sett of the street. She bit the hand over her mouth and screamed again hoping somebody could hear her. A cauterize hand slapped her the sound echoing through the alleyway. `` I 'll relieve oneself you pay for that one you trivial kick. '' he said as his paw grabbed the top of her dress, and wrenched downwards, ripping the cheap framework like paper, exposing her breasts and tummy, the man grinned as he wrenched again throwing the tattered wearing apparel to the side. Completely naked now the hands felt even more wolf as their rough skin touched her. It was a this spot when she felt a finger's breadth graze her incoming, and she shuddered in fear,
'' Well look at this '' a man Cackled holding up his fingerbreadth for all to see `` Shes already soaking, the lilliputian slut ! ''. With annother muffled cry he slid his fingers back into her, bringing them out and up to his back talk, where he sucked them with tang. Seeing the annoyance in her eyes he laughed again as he plunged his fingers back into her. Already having climaxed 3 clock time that day made the experiance even more terrible as she was so cranky their finger's breadth felt like fire inside her loins.
suddenly she felt he ass boldness being pulled apart by two more hands, and for the outset 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 ? ! '' painfulness as she had never felt before coursed through her as the man slid 2 fingers into her soused hole.

A sickening crunch was heard as Harradan charged forward reversing the club into one of the rapist 's mind, sending out a crimson spray that send the man sprawling to the cobbles below. Withdrawing their finger's breadth from her the rest period of the men grabbed tongue, ball club and even a sword or two and advanced on the starter. With a flash bulb of drive two Thomas More men were beam flying to the ground, articulatio humeri charging a third to the reason he lashed out his foot connecting with his skull. Dodging a knife pang he rammed the society like a blade forward, into the Isle of Man belly knocking the wind out of him swiftly grabbing the leave out knife he threw it forward pinning annother man to a wooden wall by the shirt, again the club spun knocking the last 2 men senseless. Advancing on the hold out man, who was still pinned to the wall, he grabbed hi by the neck and lifted him up. `` Please..Please do n't vote down me ! '' he begged `` Im sorry i 'm distressing im sorry ! '' he cried this out again and again.
'' you made a pick tonight '' Harradan said `` and now you will be punished for that choice '' throwing the man down he said `` now get out of my sight, trash ! '' he added spitefully as he walked away from the man, the man fled.

coming Gariennne he hugged her and held her stuffy to him, as she wept, and wept. after a few bit he picked up her tatterdemalion dress, and wrapped her in it, also covering this with his travelling cloak concealing her nakedness.slipping the club between his side of meat and arm, made his way back to the Inn.

Walking through the tavern with a naked woman wrapped in a shabby travelling cloak, he drew many unusual looks from the patrons and serving staff, returning the blood smeared club to the barman, he gave him the amber coin, and asked him `` if you have any dispense with dresses could you send them up to my elbow room please ? `` and with that he left and took her up to his room. Lying her down feather on his bed he began to sing soothingly, his deep voice echoing off the walls, Halfway through the ballad, annother diminished voice joined his and theirt interpreter made a unadulterated musical harmony that carried down to the frequenter in the tavern, who all began to listen paying no aid to the devote musician who was trying desperately to regain his audiance.

After the birdsong ended Garienne had stopped weeping, '' Its odd sir '' she said `` we have slept together, and you saved my living, and yet i still dont fuck your name, your past or anything about you ''
'' Ahhh '' he replied `` but do you require to ? maybe you know all you need, I certainly do ''
'' What do you sleep together, about me ? '' she replied curiously
'' Only 3 things, firstly your name, Garienne. Secondly I know that your the most beautiful fair sex in the creation, '' he paused before going on `` and lastly I know the most of import fact that I Love you, and thats all I need to know, everthing else Is just a bonus '' he concluded with a smile. `` So what, dear Garienne do you sleep with of me ? ``
'' I know that you are The dauntless man I have ever known, thatyou would willingly risk your life for me, which shows you have smashing laurels, I know you are a fantastic lover, and fighter, And I also know that I love you, ''
she felt slightly awkward when she continued `` So waiting ... .. your never going to tell me your epithet ? or anything about you ? '' he chuckled heartily,
'' thats not what I said was it ? My name Is Harradan, Im an exiled soldier of king Rontar, and I lost my wife to bandits various years ago. and aside from that there is picayune to tell, '' he finished sadly as he looked at her aspect, a masquerade 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 sense to me '' smiling he said back to her
'' I have a knack for simplifying things, for instance I could summarise this import In one Bible '' he said as he leant in to snog her. She kissed back gently their spit begining to dance in each others mouths as the kiss deepend. `` What news ? `` she asked breaking their kiss
'' perfect tense ''

He gently leant back into the kiss his hands slowly removing the beat-up cloak and the shattered dress, once again seeing her naked form, and bringing a beau from his inguen. He gently began to work her breasts, making Garienne moan, under his spot, her nipples hardened as her breathing became more ragged, he reluctantly broke their buss, and moved down her organic structure, kissing her bureau, and moving his tounge over her pert tit and rock unvoiced mammilla. she moaned loudly as his attending once again shifted, with a patrician bite on one of her tit he moved even further down laying delicate kiss on her stomach and thighs, Even though they had already had sex earlier that Nox, They took it as dull as if they were both Virgin, on their hymeneals night.

As he kissed her outer lips he felt her shudder, but this time in pleasure, as he bagan to gently pull apart her labia, and slipped his tounge inside her, she groaned again cheap and louder until he body went inflexible and a blowup of sweet fluid bathed Harradan 's face.Lapping up her remaining juices, he pulled away to seeher face glowing in post euphoric walking on air, her eyes closed and palpebra fluttering. `` nooooo '' she whispered huskily '' do n't stop yet, I 'm having so much fun '' when she finally opened her eyes he was naked in front of her positioning his shaft at her entrance, he looked at her, as if asked permission to which she gave a small nod.

They both moaned as he slid into her in a single stroke, she was so wet that there was not detrition just a warm and silky wetness that sent them both angry, slowly he began to pump in and out of her, eliciting small cries from her every time he bottomed out inside of her.

After several minutes of slow up and passionate love, he picked up the pace almost doubling his speed, making her vociferation louder and more frequent, 2 times during this, she had gone pie-eyed and culminate, adding Thomas More fluids to lube Harradan 's pistoning thrusts.

He felt the building insistency in his balls as he rapidly reached his peak, He then exploded inside her with such a force that it pushed he into yet annother mind shattering orgasm.After pumping her broad of his cum 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 longsighted as I live I shall make love and treasure you as you deserve and more ''

the end
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