Abandon
Striding along the street, your bodyguards following close behind, you make your way to the town’s Stables. A long series of barn-like wooden structures, it is where the horses, an important aspect of any army’s success, are trained, groomed, and otherwise managed.
You enter through a large, outward swinging pair of doors, and pass by dozens of stables, each housing a powerful warhorse. Young stable boys move to and fro, going about their duties. As you pass they stop and kneel.
Finally, toward the far end of the stable house, you stop the Stablemistress, brushing down your own, jet black warhorse. She sees you approaching and kneels, rising to meet your gaze and greeting you, “Good morning, my Lord. As you can see, Lorhast is ready for your departure. I have seen to his care personally and will shortly be fitting him with tack and saddle. The Master Smith has sent his apprentice to apply his barding. You will appear a god upon your steed as you ride into battle.” This last part she speaks with a subtle tone of sarcasm and smiles at you warmly.
Once a warrior herself, Raedjal was amongst your closest confidants and most trusted followers. She was of the Colrathi people of the northern plains, know throughout the world as the finest horsemen. In her homeland, she was formerly a Horse-Maiden, one charged with the training and care of mounts.
Several years ago, your forces came to violence against a freelance Colrathi war band and were victorious, taking the survivors, Raedjal among them, as slaves.
After a short stint in your harem, she was reassigned as a stable hand, and has since become Mistress of all your mount animals and burden beasts. She is intelligent, enthusiastic about her work, and more than capable. She is also exceedingly beautiful, and a passionate, talented lover. The two of you have spent many, many heated nights in one another’s arms, both while she was still a bed-slave, and after, up to the present time.
You thank her, both for her superior service, and for her flattery, taking her in your embrace and leaving a soft kiss upon her freckled forehead.
Blushing deeply and looking away, she turns back toward Lorhast, your mighty steed. She pets his shoulder for a moment in silence, and looks back at you, saying, “Belam...if I may. It’s just that I have a dread of this coming campaign. I can’t escape the feeling that it will end in disaster, and that I will lose you forever.”
Her voice trembles at the end and you spot a heavy tear, slowly tracing down her cheek. You stand and watch it drip from her jawline onto her pale, scantily covered breast.
Ashamed of her emotional display, she looks to her feet and covers her face with her hands.
As in so many times in the past years, you are stunned by her beauty and heartfelt commitment.
Raedjal is a jewel amid Colrathi women. Her body is voluptuous, yet athletic. She has the pale, freckled skin tone and fiery red hair, typical of the Colrathi, and bright blue eyes that spoke to her wisdom and intensity. As was the way of Colrathi Horse-Maidens, she wears only a leather corset, laced in the front, a high-cut loincover, barely more than a thin strip of leather to cover her slit, and knee-high fur boots. A short, leaf-bladed sword is sheathed on her hip, and a pair of fine steel bracers protect her forearms.
Taking her chin in your hand and raising her streaming eyes to yours, to attempt to comfort your lover and friend, “Please, my dear. Do not weep for me. I am never one to discard the wisdom of a woman, especially at such a time as this. But rest assured, sweet Stablemistress, our victory has already been seen, both by the wizard, as well as by the high priestess. Valdyr is on our side in this endeavor. We cannot lose.”
You smile at her and then close your mouth to hers in a deep and passionate kiss. Drawing her lovely body to yours, and taking the back of her head in one hand, you pour your love and admiration into her, through your kissing and strong embrace.
Responding with a soft, joyous moan, she submits fully to you. In a moment of break from the kissing, she heatedly whispers, “I am yours, my Lord. I have always been yours.
You know that you are my reason to live. Please never leave me, Belamvohrax.”
With this said, she pulls loose the laces of her bodice and draws it open to reveal her magnificent tits.
And they are truly magnificent. Possibly the best you’ve ever enjoyed. High placed, pendulous but firm, and extremely large, they burst forth from the leather restraint with a playful bounce. She presses them together with her upper arms, a motion that she knows you love, as she slides her loincover down over her luscious thighs. She leaves on her boots and seductively presses her incredible naked body against you.
Wrapping your powerful arms around her waist, you lift her off her feet, until your face is buried in her ample cleavage. She giggles softly and puts her long legs around your waist.
Holding her steady with one arm, you use the other to release your throbbing hard tool from your trousers, and guide it into her red-haired pussy. She gasps as it enters, stretching her open, and begins to ride its length, using her legs to raise and lower herself.
There you stand, holding her round ass cheeks in your hands, as the Stablemistress bounces playfully up and down your dick. Each stroke she rises almost to the point of allowing the head to be clear, and then slams her hot, dripping box all the way to your balls, letting out gasps or tiny squeals of pleasure as she rides.
This, you know, is one of her favorite positions, and you also greatly enjoy having her perfect milk bags bouncing in your face as you fuck her. Raedjal’s small noises rise to deep moans and grunts as you lower to the straw-strewn floor and begin thrusting hard into her hole, spreading her fur booted legs wide in the air. You can feel the muscles of her vagina tremble and contract each time she orgasms, and this threatens to force you to spill. However, remembering your lover’s absolute favorite pleasure, you pull out in time and roughly turn her over. With her hips up, back arched down, and with her pretty face upon the dirty cobblestones, you proceed to lick her. From her throbbing clit, over her sopping snatch, and up to her tight, quivering asshole, you drag your tongue, again and again. The Colrathi woman coos and moans as you lap and suck her holes. After many minutes if this, she orgasms violently, her body wracked with pleasure. Her explosion of joy was such that she screams out, “Oh!
Fuck yes, my Lord! Fuuuccckk!”,
and blasts your open mouth with her twat-water. Overjoyed by this, you swallow the hot piss and raise yourself to your knees, and take your pulsating prick in one hand while slapping her ass with the other.
Well aware of what she likes, you grab a handful of her long, copper red locks and press your dickhead against her sphincter, asking coyly, “Now, hussy, shall I take your shitter too?”
In an equally coy, and mockingly shocked tone, she whimpers and cries out, “Please no, my Lord! My tiny, virgin dunghole can’t possible take in such a monstrous muscle!
Please don’t, for surely I will die upon your huge sword!”
Chuckling at her licentious ways, you reply, in a false tone of anger, “So be it, whore! I take what I wish! This little shit-pipe belongs to me!”
Suddenly thrusting with all your might, you brutally plunge into her rectum, spreading her freckled buttocks wise so as to better see your handiwork.
Raedjal lets out a sharp, short gutteral scream and then moans her approval. Pulling all the way out with a slick pop, you repeat the delve, balls deep into her greasy shitter, holding and pressing into her colon as deep as you can go. Pulling it out once more, and still holding her cheeks wide, you admire the gaping, pink hole for a moment. Then, taking up her hair again, you press it back in and begin slamming in and out.
“Yes, my Lord! Yes! Use my dirty dunghole as a pussy! Rape my tiny pipe!”, the Stablemistress shouts as you assfuck her deep, jerking her head back awkwardly by her locks.
After many minutes of pounding out Raedjal’s tight sphincter, you can’t resist any more and must blow your seed. As soon as you make this known, she flips around and sits upon her feet, taking your shit-glazed member down her throat. You grab her head with both hands and force fuck her mouth, causing her to gag over and over. Pumping your full eleven inches into her, you cause her to regurgitate, washing your cock and balls with hot puke and snot.
This does not perturb the feisty Horse-Maiden, however. She continues to excitedly choke on it, vomiting several more times before you finally erupt. Shoving it harder than you thought you could, you release your load straight down her spasming throat. She pukes again, just as your hot sperm fills her mouth, and the mess gushes out all round your buried shaft and covers your twitching nuts.
Leaving Raedjal on the floor, trying catch her breath, you return your softening tool to your trousers and exit the Stables without another word. This seemingly cold departure is actually by her request. She prefers for the joy and glory of such pairings to remain untarnished in her memory. Unmuddied by needless words or intimacy.
Now that you’ve concluded your “business” in the Stables, you should really be on to other matters. Gesturing toward your young guards, who have obviously been eavesdropping on your private encounter, to follow as you depart down the street.
(If you have already visited both the Armory and the War Room, then you should next pay your respects at the Temple of Valdyr, and then go to speak to your subjects, in the Town Square. However, if you have not visited either of the Armory or War Room, you should proceed to the business at hand in those locations first.
Where will you go next?)
You enter through a large, outward swinging pair of doors, and pass by dozens of stables, each housing a powerful warhorse. Young stable boys move to and fro, going about their duties. As you pass they stop and kneel.
Finally, toward the far end of the stable house, you stop the Stablemistress, brushing down your own, jet black warhorse. She sees you approaching and kneels, rising to meet your gaze and greeting you, “Good morning, my Lord. As you can see, Lorhast is ready for your departure. I have seen to his care personally and will shortly be fitting him with tack and saddle. The Master Smith has sent his apprentice to apply his barding. You will appear a god upon your steed as you ride into battle.” This last part she speaks with a subtle tone of sarcasm and smiles at you warmly.
Once a warrior herself, Raedjal was amongst your closest confidants and most trusted followers. She was of the Colrathi people of the northern plains, know throughout the world as the finest horsemen. In her homeland, she was formerly a Horse-Maiden, one charged with the training and care of mounts.
Several years ago, your forces came to violence against a freelance Colrathi war band and were victorious, taking the survivors, Raedjal among them, as slaves.
After a short stint in your harem, she was reassigned as a stable hand, and has since become Mistress of all your mount animals and burden beasts. She is intelligent, enthusiastic about her work, and more than capable. She is also exceedingly beautiful, and a passionate, talented lover. The two of you have spent many, many heated nights in one another’s arms, both while she was still a bed-slave, and after, up to the present time.
You thank her, both for her superior service, and for her flattery, taking her in your embrace and leaving a soft kiss upon her freckled forehead.
Blushing deeply and looking away, she turns back toward Lorhast, your mighty steed. She pets his shoulder for a moment in silence, and looks back at you, saying, “Belam...if I may. It’s just that I have a dread of this coming campaign. I can’t escape the feeling that it will end in disaster, and that I will lose you forever.”
Her voice trembles at the end and you spot a heavy tear, slowly tracing down her cheek. You stand and watch it drip from her jawline onto her pale, scantily covered breast.
Ashamed of her emotional display, she looks to her feet and covers her face with her hands.
As in so many times in the past years, you are stunned by her beauty and heartfelt commitment.
Raedjal is a jewel amid Colrathi women. Her body is voluptuous, yet athletic. She has the pale, freckled skin tone and fiery red hair, typical of the Colrathi, and bright blue eyes that spoke to her wisdom and intensity. As was the way of Colrathi Horse-Maidens, she wears only a leather corset, laced in the front, a high-cut loincover, barely more than a thin strip of leather to cover her slit, and knee-high fur boots. A short, leaf-bladed sword is sheathed on her hip, and a pair of fine steel bracers protect her forearms.
Taking her chin in your hand and raising her streaming eyes to yours, to attempt to comfort your lover and friend, “Please, my dear. Do not weep for me. I am never one to discard the wisdom of a woman, especially at such a time as this. But rest assured, sweet Stablemistress, our victory has already been seen, both by the wizard, as well as by the high priestess. Valdyr is on our side in this endeavor. We cannot lose.”
You smile at her and then close your mouth to hers in a deep and passionate kiss. Drawing her lovely body to yours, and taking the back of her head in one hand, you pour your love and admiration into her, through your kissing and strong embrace.
Responding with a soft, joyous moan, she submits fully to you. In a moment of break from the kissing, she heatedly whispers, “I am yours, my Lord. I have always been yours.
You know that you are my reason to live. Please never leave me, Belamvohrax.”
With this said, she pulls loose the laces of her bodice and draws it open to reveal her magnificent tits.
And they are truly magnificent. Possibly the best you’ve ever enjoyed. High placed, pendulous but firm, and extremely large, they burst forth from the leather restraint with a playful bounce. She presses them together with her upper arms, a motion that she knows you love, as she slides her loincover down over her luscious thighs. She leaves on her boots and seductively presses her incredible naked body against you.
Wrapping your powerful arms around her waist, you lift her off her feet, until your face is buried in her ample cleavage. She giggles softly and puts her long legs around your waist.
Holding her steady with one arm, you use the other to release your throbbing hard tool from your trousers, and guide it into her red-haired pussy. She gasps as it enters, stretching her open, and begins to ride its length, using her legs to raise and lower herself.
There you stand, holding her round ass cheeks in your hands, as the Stablemistress bounces playfully up and down your dick. Each stroke she rises almost to the point of allowing the head to be clear, and then slams her hot, dripping box all the way to your balls, letting out gasps or tiny squeals of pleasure as she rides.
This, you know, is one of her favorite positions, and you also greatly enjoy having her perfect milk bags bouncing in your face as you fuck her. Raedjal’s small noises rise to deep moans and grunts as you lower to the straw-strewn floor and begin thrusting hard into her hole, spreading her fur booted legs wide in the air. You can feel the muscles of her vagina tremble and contract each time she orgasms, and this threatens to force you to spill. However, remembering your lover’s absolute favorite pleasure, you pull out in time and roughly turn her over. With her hips up, back arched down, and with her pretty face upon the dirty cobblestones, you proceed to lick her. From her throbbing clit, over her sopping snatch, and up to her tight, quivering asshole, you drag your tongue, again and again. The Colrathi woman coos and moans as you lap and suck her holes. After many minutes if this, she orgasms violently, her body wracked with pleasure. Her explosion of joy was such that she screams out, “Oh!
Fuck yes, my Lord! Fuuuccckk!”,
and blasts your open mouth with her twat-water. Overjoyed by this, you swallow the hot piss and raise yourself to your knees, and take your pulsating prick in one hand while slapping her ass with the other.
Well aware of what she likes, you grab a handful of her long, copper red locks and press your dickhead against her sphincter, asking coyly, “Now, hussy, shall I take your shitter too?”
In an equally coy, and mockingly shocked tone, she whimpers and cries out, “Please no, my Lord! My tiny, virgin dunghole can’t possible take in such a monstrous muscle!
Please don’t, for surely I will die upon your huge sword!”
Chuckling at her licentious ways, you reply, in a false tone of anger, “So be it, whore! I take what I wish! This little shit-pipe belongs to me!”
Suddenly thrusting with all your might, you brutally plunge into her rectum, spreading her freckled buttocks wise so as to better see your handiwork.
Raedjal lets out a sharp, short gutteral scream and then moans her approval. Pulling all the way out with a slick pop, you repeat the delve, balls deep into her greasy shitter, holding and pressing into her colon as deep as you can go. Pulling it out once more, and still holding her cheeks wide, you admire the gaping, pink hole for a moment. Then, taking up her hair again, you press it back in and begin slamming in and out.
“Yes, my Lord! Yes! Use my dirty dunghole as a pussy! Rape my tiny pipe!”, the Stablemistress shouts as you assfuck her deep, jerking her head back awkwardly by her locks.
After many minutes of pounding out Raedjal’s tight sphincter, you can’t resist any more and must blow your seed. As soon as you make this known, she flips around and sits upon her feet, taking your shit-glazed member down her throat. You grab her head with both hands and force fuck her mouth, causing her to gag over and over. Pumping your full eleven inches into her, you cause her to regurgitate, washing your cock and balls with hot puke and snot.
This does not perturb the feisty Horse-Maiden, however. She continues to excitedly choke on it, vomiting several more times before you finally erupt. Shoving it harder than you thought you could, you release your load straight down her spasming throat. She pukes again, just as your hot sperm fills her mouth, and the mess gushes out all round your buried shaft and covers your twitching nuts.
Leaving Raedjal on the floor, trying catch her breath, you return your softening tool to your trousers and exit the Stables without another word. This seemingly cold departure is actually by her request. She prefers for the joy and glory of such pairings to remain untarnished in her memory. Unmuddied by needless words or intimacy.
Now that you’ve concluded your “business” in the Stables, you should really be on to other matters. Gesturing toward your young guards, who have obviously been eavesdropping on your private encounter, to follow as you depart down the street.
(If you have already visited both the Armory and the War Room, then you should next pay your respects at the Temple of Valdyr, and then go to speak to your subjects, in the Town Square. However, if you have not visited either of the Armory or War Room, you should proceed to the business at hand in those locations first.
Where will you go next?)