Orc Dominion: Triumph Ch 14

He could still see the sick and dying.  Every night in his dreams.  During the day, right there in the corner of his eye.  He could feel the weight of their eyes following him wherever he went.  I should have known there would be a price.  The spell he had cast was effective.  It created a sickness that swept through the Sandoran army, debilitating and immobilizing vast swaths of the human ranks.  They were all but helpless when the orcs came through, cutting down the pale and stricken soldiers where they lay.

Not even the Sandoran General, the Duke of Lisene, was spared, and his ghost loomed longest of them all.  The nobleman was still alive when they found him slumped over in the command tent.  The flesh had melted off him seemingly overnight, and had he not already been larger he would likely have been dead.  The proud Duke had begged for succor, for medicine, promising to be their leal servant if only they could help him.

Grotok had been of a mind to help him, but Augras had stayed his hand.  “There won’t be any place for human nobles in Thesta and Sandora after the war” he had said, “Look at what happened in Heste.  Human lords will always be plotting against us.”  Augras had given the Duke a different sort of relief, though.

 I wish I had listened to him.  Surely Marishka would have known how to cure the disease.  It’s too late now though, he thought, I have no choice but to continue, to make all these deaths worth something.  A unified dominion in the Western Kingdoms will bring peace and stability. 

Augras tossed and turned on his cot, before finally rolling out of bed to snatch a letter off his desk.

My Dear Son,

I was so relieved to read that you were safe and victorious over the Sandorans.  The news was a welcome relief after hearing of your father’s defeat at the hands of Marche orcs and has done much to lift spirits in Deznessuian.  I hope this means the war will be ending soon and you return home.  Trogar won’t be able to deny you that, not after your heroism in the war.  It is time to put the past behind us, Augras, and for you to resume your place as heir to Deznessuian.  I love you and need to see you again.

Augras put the letter down, ignoring the rest of the message catching him up on his siblings and the banalities of the Deznessuian court.  He had read it before, eagerly even the first time, but did not need to read it again.  It was his mother’s love he wanted to read, and her hope.  It wasn’t to be, however.  I don’t need Deznessuian, or the elfs.  My future is here, in Thesta.  Marishka has promised as much, and more.

The thought of the Mincenntti woman made him frown.  Even though she had fulfilled every promise she had made him, his trust was beginning to wane.  There is much more she never told me.  Magic came at a great cost to the Mincenntti.  What is it going to cost me?  If anyone had been ever been accursed to the Abyss, it was surely going to be him.  More so even than Andarrion the Thrice Damned, he chuckled bitterly at that, That’s what I get for using his gem to enslave Amelie.  I may rule the Western Kingdoms but I’ll be loathed as a sorcerer.

“No.  No it won’t end like that.  I won’t let it.  I will lead us, all of us, orc, human, elf, even the minotaurs and centaurs, into a Golden Age.  I will put the divisions of the past behind us.  Jeanette might have started this war, but I will end all wars.  I swear it.”

With newfound resolve, he snatched a letter, still sealed, off his desk.

Augras,

Congratulations on your victory over the Sandorans.  With just a few more victories we will finally find victory in this war.  The Marche orcs are proving a trickier opponent, and currently have me penned between Shropfordshire and the Seven Forts.  They think me trapped, but this creates an opportunity.  Now that the Sandoran army is defeated, there is nothing stopping you from assaulting the forts from the rear.  Then our armies can join together and take defeat the March orcs and capture Brigitte, and then march on Megdis, Orlous, and show all the Western Kingdom of Deznessuian is a power to be reckoned with!

I sent a letter outlining my proposal to your uncle, but I doubt he’ll see the wisdom of it.  He will want to take all the glory for himself.  It is up to you to convince him to take this path.  You have a great debt to pay, Augras, and this is how you can start.  Meet me at the Seven Forts and we can join together, as a King and Prince should.

Augras crumpled the letter in his hand.  His father was right about Grotok, at least, but he had a plan for that.  As for the rest, was he really prepared to put their divisions in the past?

****

“Can’t you see this is exactly what he wants you to do?  You’re playing right into the damned orcs’ hands!”  Henry growled in frustration as Black Pete stuffed his meager belongings into a sack.

“You might be right about that and you might be wrong, but it don’t matter.  Those beasts are slaughtering my kin, slaughtering all of us and doing worse things to the women.  I thought that bastard Agmar was bad, but these monsters are worse!”  Black Pete scowled and picked up his axe, ready to push past Henry if the King tried to stop him.

Privately, Henry doubted that the Minotaurs were worse than Agmar had been.  He had received his own reports on the matter, and while the bull-men were more monstrous in appearance they didn’t seem to have the casual cruelty Agmar employed.  “You won’t be able to save them on your own, you have to know that.  We can save them after Belkor is defeated, as a united force.  We can attack from the west while Amelie attacks from the east, just as she did-”

“Hah!  You can’t promise that and I wouldn’t believe you if you did.  As soon as you crush the orc you’ll go running south to capture the Harlot Queen.  As for the Princess-Knight, she might not have an army by then, if what we’re hearing about the sorcerer are true.  We’re on our own, as we’ve always been.  Might be we can’t drive ‘em out of our homes, but maybe we can save some of our people.”

“We have the advantage now!  Belkor is outnumbered and cut off from supplies.  If your people leave we’ll be even again, if not outnumbered.  You’re throwing away our best chance to win a real victory in this war!”  Henry wanted to throttle the old man.  How can he not see that he’s throwing away everything for nothing?

“Aye, that’s just it, the best chance to win a victory for you, in your war!  My people were almost wiped out by the orcs, and now the damn Minotaurs are going to finish the job unless we stop them!”  Black Pete snarled in rage.  “We’ve suffered too much to let this go any longer.  You Hestens have never cared about us except for what you could take from us.  Once that meant our treasure, and now it means our blood.  You’ll use us up and leave nothing left when the war is done!  No one left to go home and save our wives and children!”

“Even if you somehow save your people, where will you take them if we’re defeated?  Do you really think they won’t come for you?  We have to stay united, it’s our only chance!”  But Henry could see his words were falling on deaf ears.  I never should have put my faith in the Catabrians, he thought, they never could see beyond their next meal or petty revenge.

“Outta my way!  It ain’t worth winning if there’s nothing to go back to.  If I can save who I can now, at least there’s a chance we’ll get by when it’s over.”

Henry stepped aside, fuming.  He briefly considered using force to keep them here, but knew that was ultimately futile.  If he was going to defeat the orcs he needed a cohesive army he could count on, not a disparate rabble.  “Old fool” he muttered as he left the Catabrian encampment and stalked back to his own tent. 

“What will we do, Your Highness?”  Etienne, the Thestan commander asked. 

“We’ll have to make do without them.”  Henry closed his eyes and imagined the layout of Heste.  He saw the mountainous border with Zentara that shot up along Thesta to the Catabrian Hills.  In his mind’s eye he saw the azure waters of the Warne River flowing down from them and across the Kingdom towards Dromstadt.  That was where his mind came into focus.  “We’ll let them get ahead of us, we’ll need a few days to reorganize our forces anyway.  Let them get to Dromstadt and spread themselves out to siege the city and then we’ll strike from behind and smash them against its walls.”

“They’ll know we’re coming, their scouts will give them plenty of warning to reform their ranks.”  Etienne noted.

“Yes, but it they won’t be completely reorganized yet.  Mentally they’ll have been prepared to settle in for a siege, not fight a pitched battle.  It won’t be much, but we need any advantage we can take.”

“Won’t they be expecting us to attack?”

“They might think we’d strike south to further cut them off and threaten Ruar.  It is the safer option, from their perspective.  They don’t know everything, however.  Ruar is well in hand, so we’re better off defeating them here and now.”

Etienne looked surprised at that.  Unlike Phillippe, the former second-in-command had not been aware of the orc merchant’s plot in Ruar.  In this new age of sorcery Henry didn’t trust that Augras didn’t have some way of spying on them, so the less people who knew the better.

“As you say, Your Highness.  My men will be ready to march.”  The Thestan smiled faintly.  “It will be nice to bring this to an end, one way or the other.”

“There’s only one way it can end; the way it was meant to.  We must face it bravely.”  But before we do, I must say goodbye to my wife, and relieve her of our prisoner.  Henry scowled as he thought of the orc princess.  She might be useful in the final battle, and if the battle doesn’t go our way I will ensure she’s the final casualty.

****

It’s like they don’t even know there’s a war, Drauken thought as he made his way through the crowded gate into the streets of Ruar.  All around him business was continuing as usual; merchants were coming into the city to see their wares and the common people were buying them.  The streets bustled with people, and Drauken noted with some satisfaction that most of them were human.  The Queen doesn’t trust her human levies, but with the orcs conscripted the city is in human hands.  She won’t have the support she needs to retake the throne after we take her off it.

At least he hoped she didn’t.  It’s bad enough that the Hestens are planning a massacre; we don’t need to help them by killing ourselves.  The news that the Sandoran army had been defeated was a blow, but hopefully one that could be recovered from.  He knew now that no matter what happened in Heste, or with Queen Amelie, it would all come down to the next few days. 

Thinking about the plot made him take a closer look at the merchant caravans entering through the gate and nodded in satisfaction.  There was something off about them, something subtle.  They had a sharp edge; they weren’t soft like merchants are.  The Dukes’ men, he realized, sneaking into the city.  Drauken’s heart began to pound as the enormity of what he was doing struck him.  Although he had been planning this all along, the reality of it was finally starting to set in.  This wasn’t a prelude like rescuing King Garrett had been.

He still dreamed of it at night, sneaking through the castle, scared to be caught at any moment.  I wasn’t built for this, even if I keep putting myself in this situation.  Either way though, it will be over soon.  Well, almost.  Even if they succeeded in taking the Queen into custody they still had to deal with King Henry and Queen Amelie.  I’ll make them see reason, he thought, I have to!

Before he could do that though he had to take the city, and for that he needed to meet with the Boris, the Master of Smiths.  He would have the weapons ready for the Dukes’ men.  Then he would meet with the Dukes themselves, to plan the assault on Greenthorn Castle.  Old Duke Willem should be in the city by now.  He might have married the Queen once, but those days are gone.  All the western Duchies had aligned with the plot, and sent their men-at-arms into the city to execute the assault.

First though, he needed to go home and see Melora.  A smile crossed his lips as he remembered what they did on his last homecoming, and he picked up the pace.  Drauken was almost jogging by the time he reached his townhouse.  “Where is Melora?”  He asked the first servant he saw.

“In the office, Master” came the meek reply.

Drauken quickly left the servant behind and bounded up the stairs.  I’ve barely been able to spend any time with her lately, but now my travels are finished.  “Melora!” He said with a smile.  Before the diminutive elf could even greet him back he had pulled her into his arms with a demanding kiss.  His tongue plunged into her small elfin mouth as he embraced the woman, lifting her up against his body.

“I’ve missed you my dear” he said breathlessly, then kissed her again as his hands moved to her pert, round, rear.

“Master-” Her words were cut off as Drauken pressed their lips together once more, and her hands wrapped around his shoulders, clutching to the orc’s broad frame as he groped her bottom.  His large hands stretched her ass cheeks apart, and then he pressed a thick finger against her puckered rear through the fabric of her dress.

The feeling of Melora’s soft warm body pressing against his own felt like paradise after weeks and months of travel.  His shaft throbbed and ached with need, and he yearned to sink into her body like a soft bed.  Drauken held the tiny elf woman effortlessly and carried her over to the desk.  He snorted in satisfaction as he felt Melora’s pussy pressing against him as he held her tight.

A soft grunt escaped her lips as he kissed her again, digging his tusks into her soft cheeks as his tongue delved deeply into her mouth.  He moved one hand off her ass and grabbed her breast, pawing it roughly until she gasped again.  Drauken closed his fingers on her nipple as he let her slip from his embrace, tugging on the nub and stretching it as the elf fell onto the desk.

Drauken flipped her around, sending papers flying to the ground.  “I can’t wait any more my dear, I need you!  It’s been far too long!”  He hiked up the back of her dress, bunching it up over her hips slip and all.  Drauken slid his fingers between her legs, rubbing Melora’s slit, spreading the labia apart to touch the inner folds directly.

“I felt connected to you the entire time you were gone Master Drauken.”  Melora groaned softly and rocked her hips, grinding herself against Drauken’s thick grey digits.  “But you mustn’t go away again.  Stay close to me, so that I can take care of you and give you what you need.”  Her ass swayed from side to side before the orc merchant as her sex began to moisten.  Her pussy leaked down onto his fingers, making them glisten as her pleasure began to grow.

The sight of Melora’s juices on her on his fingers awoke a lust that had been lurking deeper in his heart.  His thick grey digits left a trail along the elf’s taint and up to her tiny star.  Without thinking he pushed the finger in, twisting it from side to side as he burrowed into Melora’s backside.

“Fuck you’re tight, Melora!  I’ve missed this ass!  I won’t leave again, or if I do, I’m taking you with me!”  His finger delved deeper into the elf woman, stretching out the passage and lubricating it as best he could.  He began to work the digit in and out, pumping it into Melora’s tight ass as he loomed over her.

“Ah yes!  Together until the very end, Master!”  Melora’s face scrunched up as she took the finger.  She began to rock her hips gently, pushing back against Drauken’s hand as the orc explored her backside.  The walls of her ass clenched tightly around it, holding it inside herself as she wiggled atop the desk.

“I’m going to enjoy your ass, Melora.  Then we’ll know each other completely.  You’ll be entirely mine, in every way.”  Drauken breathed huskily as he pulled his finger out, then stroked her pussy again with his other hand.  After collecting more of her sweet juices he smeared them over his thick shaft.  The merchant orc slapped his meat between her pert butt cheeks, and rubbed it up and down between them as he relished the heat and softness of her body.

“Master, it’s too big!”  Melora protested, even as she worked her hips against the shaft, stroking it up and down with backside.  “It’s not meant to go there, it won’t fit!”

“It will fit, my pet” Drauken assured her, and indeed it did.  He slid his cock inside her, delving deep into the other woman as he filled her body with his thick meat.  “Ah! It’s like we were made to go together!  It feels so perfect inside you!”  Drauken’s head rolled back as he moaned in satisfaction, leaving his dick buried deep in her ass for a moment to just enjoy the sensation.

“Nnng!  It’s so big!”  Melora shuddered, squeezing the shaft reflexively as it penetrated deep into her body.  As Drauken began to move her golden hair spilled free, dancing about her face as she writhed on the end of his cock.

The orc leaned over her, almost smothering her body with his own as he angled his hips to push the cock into her with short, shallow strokes.  “Ah! That’s it pet, take it.  Ugh!”  Drauken grunted again, unable to contain himself as he pumped into her, picking up the pace as he used her tight ass to stroke his cock.

One hand covered half her ass, squeezing it to tighten the feeling around his cock, heightening the sensation as he began to roughly slap his hips against her.  The other traveled up her side and then slid underneath, cupping a small breast through her dress.  He squeezed it firmly as he pulled her back into him, making their bodies collide ever more frantically as the pent up lust within him flared desperately for release.

Drauken pressed his face to the back of Melora’s head and nuzzled it with his tusks as he inhaled the scent of her hair.  The golden strands flew against his face as Melora quivered beneath him, shaking violently from side to side eliciting short guttural groans as his thick cock slid in and out of her.

Lubricated by her juices, his cock quickly gained momentum.  It slid faster and faster in and out of her body as her bottom stretched out even further to accommodate his thick girth.  As the tiny elf shuddered beneath his heavy weight her ass rolled into the base of his cock as it grinded against him, teasing and enticing his seed to quickly rise up.

After weeks on the road, and the lewd sights in Markoz’s camp he quickly found himself losing control.  His testes tightened as he got ready to spill his seed.  “It’s too good pet!  I can’t hold it back!”  With a last cry of delight his hips reached a fevered pitch, pounding roughly against Melora’s ass as his climax erupted.  Hot sticky seed spurted into the elf’s bowels as he rode the climax, his hips a blur as he continued to rock his body while riding the crest of his orgasm.

“Oh! Master!  It’s so deep!  Ah!  Your seed is filling me!”  Melora squealed shrilly, and then collapsed on the desk, panting for breath as Drauken’s movements gradually slowed as he came down from the blissful high.

“Oh Melora, you’re better then I remember.  I definitely cannot be parted from you again.”  He kissed the back of her head, and softly stroked through her hair as he rested beside her, his shaft still lodged within her ass even as it began to soften and shrink.  “Soon all will be well.  But there are some things that need attending first.  I need you to set up a meeting with Master Boris and Duke Willem, there is much we must discuss…”

****

As Jasmara looked out the window at the darkening sky she didn’t know how to feel.  All the news that Sylvia shared with her suggested that her side was winning the war.  The Sandorans were defeated, and the road to Orlous was open.  Only Amelie was near enough to stop them, and she was hopelessly outnumbered.  Not even the Princess-Knight could overcome those odds.  The thought was oddly dismaying, but that wasn’t what was truly bothering her.

If the orcs won the war she was sure she wouldn’t be alive to enjoy it.  “I cannot thank you enough, Sylvia, for everything you’ve done for me.  I’d forgotten what it was like to be treated as a hu-, as a person.  No matter how things go, I want you to know that I appreciate your kindness and generosity.  I consider you a friend, in spite of everything.”

Sylvia looked at Jasmara for a moment, and then chuckled darkly.  “Who would have thought that Jeanette’s daughter would see me as a friend.  I do like you Jasmara.  You are more than you appear to be.  I didn’t want you to suffer the same fate I did, merely because of who your family is.”

“That is very kind of you-”

“Not kindness, decency.  What anyone should do.  I’m only sorry that I couldn’t get to you sooner.  I know why His Highness did what he did, and if you’ll forgive me, it was effective, but, and if you’ll forgive me again, we should not have lowered ourselves to your mother’s tactics.”

“I’ve come to understand that my mother is not all that a Queen should be.  This whole war was a mistake; I see that now,” Jasmara sighed, “When it started I was excited.  I thought it was my chance to find glory, to prove that I could be a warrior as fierce as my ‘father’.  But was isn’t glorious, and death isn’t even the worst of what could happen.”  The warrior princess laughed bitterly.  “And then I learn that King Turogg was not even my father.”

“If it’s any consolation, your father was a great warrior too.”  Sylvia smiled at Jasmara, and after a moment they both burst out in laughter.

“It is kind of ridiculous, isn’t it?  I’ve been thinking about him you know, wondering if he’s still alive.  He would be old for an orc, but I bet Katerei is still alive.  I wonder what she could tell me about him.”  The mood in the room darkened as Jasmara sat pensively.  “I suppose I’ll never know.”

“You might still, yet.  No one can truly know what the future holds.”

“His Highness, King Henry Ousten!” Daniels’ gravelly voice rasped out a moment before Henry strode into the room.

“My Queen,” Henry smiled sadly at Sylvia, before stiffening with resolve as he turned towards Jasmara, “Princess Jasmara.”

“Your Highness.”  Jasmara replied stiffly.

“Our army will be departing in a few days, and you will be coming with us.  Your time in Her Highness’ custody must come to an end.”

Jasmara blanched, and the sinking feeling only grew worse as she saw the malicious grin on Daniels’ face.

“Your Highness, there is no reason I cannot continue to watch over her-” Sylvia protested as she touched Jasmara on the arm.

“We’ll speak of that later, My Queen.  Daniels, take the Princess and get her ready to travel.”

“At once, Your Highness!”  Daniels took a hold of Jasmara and pulled her from the room.

Henry looked at Sylvia, the sadness returning to his gaze.  “My decision has been made, my love.  I will reign in the worst of his excesses, but everything is coming to a head, and we will need any advantage we can get.”  Henry walked across the room to kiss Sylvia gently.  “You can’t come with us this time.  I have a few more things to do in order to prepare for my departure.  But I will meet you in your chambers.”  This time his eyes lit up as he smiled.  “Be ready for me.”

****

The Duke of Fullorm had grown stout in his old age, though it wouldn’t be fair to call him fat.  In truth he wasn’t much larger than other nobles his age, and if it weren’t for the dashing figure Willem had cut as a youth no one would remark upon it now.  To think he might have wed the Queen once, Drauken thought, where would we be had that come to pass?  The Guild Master banished that line of thought from his mind.  There were many roads fate could have led them and there wasn’t any sense in dwelling on them.

Unlike the Duke, Boris, the Guild Master for the Smiths, had always been a burly man, but his body remained hard and firm in his advanced age.  Although he was the Master of the Smiths, he continued to practice his trade and constantly working the hammer and forge kept his body strong.  “The men-at-arms have been housed at the Green Goose, the Guard’s Shack, The Bell and Whistle, and the Royal Shade.  The Tavernkeepers and Brewmasters are taking good care of them.”

“Not too good care of them I hope,” Drauken quipped, smiling as he heard Melora giggle, “we are going to need them sober and ready.”

“They will be.  These are the finest men left in the western Duchies, and they know what is at stake.  It is almost time to end this war, and the reign of Abyssal darkness that has fallen over the Kingdom.”  Willem’s mustache and jowls quivered as he spoke, his tone so forthright that Drauken couldn’t tell if he was being facetious or not.

“When are they going to move?” Melora asked, gripping Drauken’s arm to steady her nerves.

“Tomorrow.  The council will be meeting in the afternoon.  With the royal family and all the council in the castle it is the perfect opportunity to decapitate the Kingdom.  We can take them into custody in one fell swoop and fortify the castle.  Kings Grotok and Belkor will surrender with their mother and siblings in our possession.”

“What if they don’t?” Melora asked, a pitch in her voice.

“With control over the castle we’ll take position of the treasury” Boris explained, “once the gold is cut off and supplies stop arriving they won’t be able to continue in the field.”

“With the western Duchies in alliance and the capital in our hands, the rest of the Duchies will fall in line, excepting Swetford, Boronia and Haverset, and the latter has been ravaged by the Angrian orcs and is in no position to provide the Crown support.”  Willem added.

“Are you sure we have enough men?  The castle will be well guarded, even with so many soldiers at the front.”

Drauken laughed and stroked through the elf woman’s hair.  “Don’t worry about it my dear, I know how many guards the castle has and we have more than enough men.  We also know the secret ways in and out, remember?  The guards will pose no challenge.  Now, you need something to distract you from all these frets and fears.  Go to The Royal Shade and ask the tavernkeeper for Captain Belfry.  Let him know that I will be there tomorrow at dusk with the plan to the castle.”

“At once Master!”  Melora smiled tremulously and left the room, skirts swooshing behind her.

“She is a good girl, smart, but a bit of a worrier.”  Drauken laughed.  “But surprisingly good nerves when it counts.  Now, let’s go over the plan once more…”

****

A smile spread across Henry’s face as he watched Sylvia recline across the bed.  He wondered how she made her every movement, no matter how casual, sensual.  A small part of him knew the answer, of course.  Deep in the back of his mind he suppressed the knowledge that she had been trained in a brothel, at the orders of the harlot Queen, he knew.  The aspiring King focused on his wife, and the erotic beauty laying out for him.

Her hair, still dark and lustrous, fanned out beneath her as she rested her head on a pillow.  As she settled onto the bed her billowy chemise of white elfin silk draped down over her curves, outlining the swell of her breast as the hem danced perilously close to the delta between her legs.  Henry’s feet carried him forward, moving on their own to bring him closer to his wife.

Sylvia smiles up from the bed as she saw Henry standing over her.  Her hand drifted down over her breast, only half-covered by the low cut undergarment.  Her thighs spread and her knees parted as Henry climbed atop him.  A moan escaped Sylvia’s lips as Henry’s hand found her mons and cupped it softly. 

Henry quickly smothered Sylvia’s cry with his lips, kissing her deeply as his fingers gently kneaded his Queen’s sex.  Her soft nether lips quickly began to moisten as he parted her folds to gently tease the tips of his fingers along the flesh.  Henry massaged the flesh gently, then curled the digits to find the spot that always made Sylvia squeal.  He smiled in satisfaction as she did, then twisted the fingers about to roll her clit, working the nub to make Sylvia quiver in delight.

A deft movement with his other hand freed Sylvia’s breast from the chemise, and he held it firmly in his grasp.  Henry squeezed the soft flesh, and made sure to roll the hard nipple beneath his fingers, mirroring the motion against Sylvia’s clit.

“Oh! Ah Henry!”  Sylvia’s raven tresses flew about her face as she shuddered in delight.  Her whole body convulsed in pleasure as her husband’s attentions triggered her most sensitive spots.  She spread her legs wider apart and arched her back to thrust her hips into his hand even as his heavy weight rested down upon her, pinning her to the bed as he pleasured her.

Henry brought her to the edge of climax, and then slowed his fingers, teasing her and making her squirm in need.  He kissed her neck, nibbling on the flesh gently, nuzzling the sensitive skin as he eased two fingers into her, languidly pumping them in and out of his wife as she whimpered in frustrated need.

“Please!”  Sylvia cried out as she wrapped her arms tightly around her husband.  Her fingernails pressed into his back as she pushed her hips harder against him, grinding into his hand as her heart pounded in her chest.  She reveled in the feeling of his hard body atop hers.  The heat of his body enveloped hers, and feeling his chest press against her bosom so intimately made her heart flutter.

With a smile on his face, Henry kissed down her throat, and then licked along her collarbone as he travelled along her body.  He didn’t stop though, and continued over her breast, pausing briefly to flick her nipple with his tongue before moving to her navel, and then further down between her thighs.  The heady scent of her arousal assaulted him as he brought his face to her sex.  He nuzzled his lips against the moist flesh, causing his nose to brush through the soft down of her pubic hair. 

Henry’s tongue flicked out and connected with Sylvia’s nether lips, and then lapped upward with a slow but forceful lick.  The next one came faster and dipped even deeper into the cleft of her slit.  Sylvia moaned appreciatively, and spurred him on to further feast on her pussy.  His tongue delved deeper, pushing through the walls to caress her inner walls.  Henry continued to lick upward while curling his tongue to rub another of her favorite spots. 

“Ah!  My love!”  Sylvia ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer between her legs.  She closed her sweaty thighs around the sides of his face as she lifted her hips again, pressing firmly against his lips.  Sylvia ached to take his tongue deeper, and to feel his mouth against her clit.  “Like that, right there!”

His strong hands slid beneath Sylvia to grab her ass, squeezing it firmly before lifting her up and holding her closer to his face.  He started to thrust his tongue in and out, twisting and thrashing it from side to side as he picked up the pace.  The movement of his tongue gradually changed into a screwing motion as he pushed it deeper and deeper.

As his wife’s shaking increased he pushed his tongue as deep as he could, then pulled it out one las time before attacking her clit.  Henry’s tongue became a blur as it swiped back and forth, lashing across the little nub again and again as he brought Sylvia to climax.

Sylvia convulsed in ecstasy as Henry’s tongue brought her to climax.  She braced her feet against the bed as she rode the climax.  Her toes curled into the mattress, and her cries rang out, unconcerned with whomever might hear.  After several blissfully long moments she fell back with her legs spread and the chemise hiked above her waist.

Henry’s dick throbbed as he looked up Sylvia’s naked body.  Satisfied that she had been satisfied, he climbed up and laid atop her and aligned his shaft with the entrance to her sex.  With an excited groan he pushed it inside, thrusting up to the hilt.  He could feel the pressure of Sylvia’s fingers digging into his back as she held him close.  Henry began to move his hips, rubbing the shaft against the walls of her pussy.

The sensation of Sylvia’s breasts pressing against his chest sent a shiver through him as it always did.  He continued to move his hips and clutched her tightly, pulling her hips into his own as he worked inside her.  Henry grunted again as Sylvia’s sex squeezed his cock, tightly enveloping the shaft.  He nearly spent himself when she rocked her hips in a way she knew he loved. 

“Nng! Careful! Aaaah…”

Sylvia laughed at Henry’s reaction, but released the pressure off his shaft.  “Fine, I’m not ready for this to be over yet.  But before we’re done…”  Sylvia smiled and squeezed his cock again, then pressed her lips against his.  She paid no heed to the taste of her own sex on his lips.  So many times she had to pretend to enjoy the taste of a woman’s sex to please her clients, but those days were behind her now. 

Despite his exhortation to be careful, Henry picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster into his wife.  Their bodies melded together in heat and passion as their embrace grew tighter.  Henry clenched his stomach, bracing himself and using all the discipline he’d built up over years of training to refrain from cumming, until finally he felt Sylvia shudder and climax beneath him.  Only then did he let go and join her in that bliss, planting his seed deep inside her as their bodies rocked in motion.

When they finally came down from their high and collapsed together, Henry rolled towards Sylvia and brushed her hair out of her face.  He just stared at her as she glowed in post-coital bliss.  This could be the last time we’re together, but it has to be done.  “I want you to take the children and go, east, all the way to the Eastern Kingdoms.”

Sylvia immediately became serious and sat up in bed.  “Are you sure?  Is it really as bad as that?”

“Worse, probably.  We’ve lost the Sandorans and the Catabrians.  All of Thesta and Sandora are open to the orcs, and Amelie is exposed.  Even if would maneuver to safety, her daughter is in danger.  She’ll have no choice to attack, but not even she can overcome those odds which means we’ll lose her.  The Thestans will probably stay with us, but we’ll be cut off from all supplies and without further allies.”

“So what do we do?”

“You will head north, collect the children and take our ship east.  If I should fall, the dynasty will continue, and as long as it does, hope will remain, hope that someday our people will be free.”  Henry closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his beard.

“You do not have to face this alone.  Even if it as bad as all that, we’re still safe for now.  There’s time yet to leave, for all of us to leave together if it comes to it.”  Sylvia reached out and touched his arm, squeezing the firm muscle. 

“We might win the battle here, if so then we’ll manage to stay in the war a little longer.  If we can capture Belkor we might even arrange to trade captives.”  Henry clenched his jaw.  “Say what you will about her Jeanette does love her children.  But we could just as easily lose the battle, and if that happens I won’t be able to guarantee your safety.  By the Abyss, I might not even be alive.”  He placed his hand over hers and held it against his body.  “I know you want to make this easier for me, but trust me Sylvia, it will be better for me, easier for me, if I know you and the children are safe.”

Sylvia leaned forward and kissed Henry gently on the lips.  “I understand.  I will keep your sons safe, and ensure they are raised to be strong warriors, who will one day come home: to join you, or avenge you.”

“I believe it.  I can think of no one better to take care of them.  You’re everything I could have asked for in a wife, a mother, and a Queen.  I love you.”

“I love you too, Henry, I love you too.”

****

As Jasmara lay on the dirty straw in her cage she idly ran her finger along the edge of the knife Sylvia had slipped into her hand.  She was not going to be their slave again.