Chapter one. The Lovers

The breeze felt poise against his sweat covered chest, as he looked out over the metropolis of Aven. His mind wrought with guilt about his activeness the night before.He had long since accepted that the profession of a sporting lady was one bourne of great neccessity, as all campaining soldiers needed an electric outlet for their desires as they were far away from their wifes and families, with nothing but the law of nature of the vanquisher to command them. If left unchecked skillful men would turn to the disgusting deeds possible, catching unaware small girls and taking what they please from them and the rest of the local anesthetic population, and yet still he despised himself for his actions.
The whore, he thought, had been most welcoming to him, pretty, unforced and gaudy. But somehow she had left the room with her fee of three silver and a lavish tip that shocked her to her very core.

The thick yellowness coin, looked out of place in her petite script she thought as she took her usual route house, throught the crisscrossing maze of streets and allys, she had never held gold before and had to acknowledge that it felt unexpectedly punishing. Having been sent up to the room by the innkeeper she expected to leave with her silver and be subject, but when the man opened the threshold she was half tempted to let him take her for barren, his bearded look looked down at her smiling as he asked her her name. No customer had ever asked her name 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 love to her making her breath lurch and her loin ache. With the others she useually faked her orgasm, but for him she did not detect 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 quiver between her legs.
After the sexual love had ceased he held her close, still inside her, and making her tone fulll and warm for a full 30 minutes, before he got up and went to his coinpurse bringing out a handfull of silvers and the compact lucky coin that she now clutched in her palm.Standing up from the mantle she walked over to him looking astounded at the coins in his hired man.
'' My nobleman '' she had said `` for this price you could hire nigh of the harlot in the city for the dark, and still have enough for a good meal after to go back your staying power, I can not deal this. ''
'' My dear I would think it an affront if you did n't take this, for you have shown me great pleasance 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 shoes making dull clicking audio on the don cobbles. `` Please sir '' She replied in earnest `` You shouldnt have to pay me at all, for tonight I will remember above all others as the easily of my life. '' 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 long journy home.

She looked at the coin again, the warm metal glinting in the light of the street lamps. I will return to him tomorrow, she thought quietly to herself, but not as a whore, no as a lover and companion and they would drop the Nox making passionate love again and again, until neither of them could take up any to a greater extent. And with this happy mentation she pocketed the coin and began to sing quietly to herself, her sweet voice echoing in the iniquity, and creating a silence Greek chorus of great beauty, as the old song reached its end where the gods driven mad by the two lover, claimed their psyche forever, she raised the bulk, and she did not hear the footstep behind her as her Sung dynasty, ended.


Harradan had never had a driblet of luck in his sprightliness, or so he told himself as he stood quietly on his way 's balcony, life story has dealt me a actual lousy script, he pondered quietly, victim of contumely as a tiddler, the town spotter has `` rescued '' him from his father and sent him to an orphanage, as life looked up for him the harder truth was then forcefully imposed upon him. Yes his parents had, on occasions struck him and those whipping had been dire, but if he had behaved and continue his chores done, then they had been pleasant, even loving at multiplication. But there were no such metre in the orphanage, where he spent his adolesance. the beatings there had been frightful, and not just from the matron, but the other nestling too had beaten him and took all of his possesions before the end of the low gear 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, intemperate hour and petty pay, had just about enough money to hold a small-scale patch of solid ground on which he built a small farmhouse and made a good living. When finally he thought that days of distress had paid off, his life sentence got so a good deal better ... Briefly. He had married a beutiful young woman who loved him deeply for his capital honour and generosity.One season later he had been conscripted into the regular army of the male monarch for some war in a far off land, at the hope of 5 amber peices when all was done, and a small pension of 10 silver grey a month until he died. His days as a worker had given him good strengh and stamina and he soon rose to the social status of skipper, leading over 100 soldiers to battle. After the grade of several fight had been swayed by `` Harradan 's devil '' The top executive generals gave him a natural endowment of 10 gold coins `` A great sum for a great warrior '' was what the Billie Jean Moffitt King had said to him and he recieved the heavy coinpurse.

A month after he sent the money back habitation to his wife, the war was won by a daring charge from Harradan 's company left the opposition flank dangerously debile and undetermined to, the cavalry boot that won them the battle, and the war. with the conquering ground forces returning home, he went to his home to chance nothing but the melanise shell of his dwelling and the grave of his wife outside just growing a covering of slender grass.

Upon recieving the sum of money from her husband, she foolishly told her freinds what a hoagy her hubby was, and about the lavish gift they had recieved from the Martin Luther King Jr. himself, and so the report circulated around the topical anesthetic hamlet, and this inevitably reached the local brigand. They had decended upon the hush 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 townspeople and hunted down every single bandit within 5 miles of his theater, and set about to rebuild his life.

Again the kings greed had led him to declare war on another kingdom, and he had been reinstated as `` police chief Harradan '' as his devil were reformed.The war was again hard fought on both side, until the battle of Hawkfell. Thsi battle had resulted in the total going of his company, seeing the right side of their army breaking, he charged his men into the swell of rushing enemies while their formation was ragged and broken, Smashing a hammer into their side of meat, his soldiers stabbed deep into the enemy army, and were quickly surrounded, this gave the flank time to reform and accuse back at full strengh, holding the master battle 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 circle of sheilds they fought to the last 10 men, before Harradan and his devils pushed, forward deeper into the opposition, Their wepons and armour now blood red made the final men seem satanic and deamonic, sending enemies fleeing in all directions. Hacking a damn path forward the monster and their captain, reached the enemy heart and soul, where the enemy king was surrounded by his gold clad elite and sitting on a golden pot supported by his slaves, he seemed to barely point out them as the last 4 devils bellowed a warcry that would shatter shields and souls and charged onward.

The baron guard turned slowly to mould a bulwark to protect their lord. His axe handle now slick with parentage Harradan hacked through the bulwark of flesh and metal, as the last of his caller fell to the savage brand of the
male monarch men barely registering the look of panic on the baron 's face 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 chair, and let out a ancestry curdling wow. `` YOUR top executive IS DEAD ! '' he yelled, `` SLAIN BY THE DEVIL HIMSELF ! GIVE UP THE battle OR YOU WILL PAY WITH YOUR stemma HIS DEBT ! ``

The enemy tune broke and ran, and the fight hardened warriors of his army surged forward. The kings elite walked orderly back guiding the routing Army to safety.Overcome by fatigue, he pushed the Rex 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 short bodies on the field, with ring cutters and knife to quickly dispach the wounded. Shaking of the leftover of sleep he rose sticking to the chairdue to the congealed blood on his armor. As reached the collapsible shelter of the victorious USA, the men withdrew from their games of dice or knucklebones, to stare avidly at Harradan 's scarlet form. Two of the business leader safety device escorted him to the world-beater tent where he was accused of high treason for disobeying a channelize order of the king.

For this he was stripped of all but the clothes on his back and exiled from the kingdom, never to return under painfulness of last. Accepting his penalisation stoically he took supplying from the Rex computer memory, and journeyed off into his life. And this was where he had ended up, a far away metropolis in a far away land, where he could make a new spirit for himself.. hiring a room at one of the improve lodge of the town, he had asked not to be disturbed.
Sensing an unsatisfied customer the landlord Vilthar, Went to the local whorehouse, 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 cheek to face with the most beautiful set of emerald optic he had ever seen, around these eyes was beutiful ivory skin that seemed to radiate Light. Her sassing were full moon, red and inviting. Framing this angelic brass was long embrown hair, as wickedness as the tree 's in utmost Mairen, that seemed to hang like water over her shoulders, reaching her breasts, her cheap garb emphasised every curvature perfectly, higlighting both her breasts and nates.

Tearing his center from her fantastic body he had managed to ask her name, which was almost a beautiful as her, a name that would suit a queen regnant he, thought, the bonnie queen in all the 12 realm could not liken to her.

'' Garienne '' he whispered to the Nox as he relived their passionate lovemaking, bringing a swift swelling to his jetty. As he stood there remembering every excuisite item of the Night, he caught the strait of an angelical voice on the idle words, singing the old folk song the bard had been reciting on his arrival. As his mind began to drift back again, he caught view of a group men creeping into an alleyway following the route Garienne had taken ....


Chapter Two the Fighters.

Grabbing the door he wrenched it open and step on it 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 patrons laugh heartily. `` give me your cabaret ! '' He asked quickly `` NOW ! ''
'' alright sir i meant no discourtesy, was just a joke ''
'' flavor give me your guild now, or the pedigree 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 society with iron striation 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 secondly manus closed over her oral cavity, `` well seem at this '' said a Black toothed man with fould breathing space, as he leered into her grimace, a series of chuckle echoed around her, as former hired man began to grab and grope her. She felt so helpless as the hands held her and touched her, She felt two handwriting on her breasts, and another two on her ass, as they bore her to the cold toilsome sett of the street. She bit the script over her sass and screamed again hoping somebody could hear her. A calloused handwriting slapped her the speech sound echoing through the alleyway. `` I 'll make you pay for that one you little bitch. '' he said as his bridge player grabbed the top of her dress, and wrenched downwards, ripping the cheap fabric like newspaper, exposing her knocker and stomach, the man grinned as he wrenched again throwing the tattered dress to the side. Completely naked now the handwriting felt even more savage as their rough in skin touched her. It was a this distributor point when she felt a finger graze her ingress, and she shuddered in fear,
'' Well calculate at this '' a man Cackled holding up his finger for all to see `` Shes already soaking, the piddling slut ! ''. With annother muffled cry he slid his fingers back into her, bringing them out and up to his mouth, where he sucked them with relish. Seeing the pain in her heart he laughed again as he plunged his fingers back into her. Already having climaxed 3 times that day made the experiance even more terrible as she was so tender their digit felt like fire inside her loins.
suddenly she felt he ass boldness being pulled apart by two more work force, and for the first clip in her lifespan a finger slid up into her butt, `` ooooh '' exclaimed annother of the men with a bellowign laugh `` she doesnt like that, does she ? ! '' Pain as she had never felt before coursed through her as the man slid 2 fingers into her tight hole.

A sickening compaction was heard as Harradan charged forward reversing the nightclub into one of the rapist 's pass, sending out a crimson atomiser that send the man sprawling to the cobble below. Withdrawing their finger's breadth from her the rest of the men grabbed knives, clubs and even a sword or two and advanced on the freshman. With a flare of movement two more men were send out flying to the ground, shoulder charging a third to the footing he lashed out his foot connecting with his skull. Dodging a knife stab he rammed the club like a sword forward, into the world belly knocking the malarky out of him swiftly grabbing the dropped knife he threw it forward pinning annother man to a wooden wall by the shirt, again the club spun knocking the final stage 2 men senseless. Advancing on the last man, who was still pinned to the wall, he grabbed hi by the neck and lifted him up. `` Please..Please do n't wipe out me ! '' he begged `` Im sorry i 'm sorry im sorry ! '' he cried this out again and again.
'' you made a option tonight '' Harradan said `` and now you will be punished for that choice '' throwing the man down he said `` now get out of my mess, trash ! '' he added spitefully as he walked away from the man, the man fled.

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

Walking through the tap house with a naked woman wrapped in a shabby travelling cloak, he drew many foreign spirit from the sponsor and serving stave, returning the line of descent smeared lodge to the mixologist, 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 room. Lying her down on his bed he began to sing soothingly, his deep voice echoing off the paries, Halfway through the ballad, annother smaller voice joined his and theirt vox made a hone concord that carried down to the supporter in the tavern, who all began to listen paying no tending to the payed musician 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, and yet i still dont live your gens, your by or anything about you ''
'' Ahhh '' he replied `` but do you call for to ? maybe you know all you need, I certainly do ''
'' What do you know, about me ? '' she replied curiously
'' Only 3 things, firstly your public figure, Garienne. Secondly I know that your the most beautiful cleaning lady in the world, '' he paused before going on `` and lastly I know the most authoritative fact that I Love you, and thats all I need to know, everthing else Is just a incentive '' he concluded with a smile. `` So what, dear Garienne do you fuck of me ? ``
'' I know that you are The bravest man I have ever known, thatyou would willingly risk your life sentence for me, which shows you have great purity, I know you are a fantastic devotee, and scrapper, And I also know that I love you, ''
she felt slightly awkward when she continued `` So wait ... .. your never going to tell me your name ? 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 married woman to bandits several geezerhood ago. and aside from that there is little to distinguish, '' he finished sadly as he looked at her nerve, a mask of surprise. `` That can not be it '' she said, `` your a man of at least 25, and you can resume your life in so few words ? It makes no mother wit to me '' smiling he said back to her
'' I have a knack for simplifying things, for case I could resume this moment In one word of honor '' he said as he leant in to kiss her. She kissed back gently their tongue begining to dance in each others mouths as the kiss deepend. `` What word ? `` she asked breaking their kiss
'' Perfect ''

He gently leant back into the candy kiss his mitt slowly removing the beaten-up cloak and the tattered dress, once again seeing her bare mannikin, and bringing a swell from his seawall. He gently began to knead her breast, making Garienne moan, under his touch, her pap hardened as her breathing became more ragged, he reluctantly broke their kiss, and moved down her consistency, kissing her chest, and moving his tounge over her saucy breasts and rock backbreaking nipples. she moaned loudly as his tending once again shifted, with a lenify bite on one of her nipples he moved even further down laying fragile kisses on her breadbasket and thigh, Even though they had already had sex earlier that Nox, They took it as slow as if they were both virgins, on their wedding night.

As he kissed her outer lips he felt her tremor, but this sentence in joy, as he bagan to gently rip apart her labia, and slipped his tounge inside her, she groaned again gimcrack and louder until he body went set and a gush of seraphic fluid bathed Harradan 's face.Lapping up her remaining juices, he pulled away to seeher facial expression glowing in mail euphoric walking on air, her heart closed and lid fluttering. `` nooooo '' she whispered huskily '' do n't stop yet, I 'm having so very much fun '' when she finally opened her optic he was naked in front of her positioning his cock 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 clash just a warm and silky wetness that sent them both raging, slowly he began to pump in and out of her, eliciting pocket-size outcry from her every time he bottomed out inside of her.

After several minutes of tiresome and passionate love, he picked up the pace almost doubling his swiftness, making her watchword louder and more frequent, 2 times during this, she had gone steady and climax, adding Sir Thomas More fluids to lubricate Harradan 's pistoning thrusts.

He felt the building pressure in his balls as he rapidly reached his superlative, He then exploded inside her with such a force-out that it pushed he into yet annother head shattering orgasm.After pumping her entire of his come he slid out of her with a wet `` plop '' settling back down beside her, Harradan took his fan in his arm, '' I promise that for as long as I live I shall bed and hold dear you as you deserve and more ''

the end
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