The Dead Cat

[DeathsKnight]

Michael Griffon

"Yes, though they may not look like much, these are crack troops, the warlord clearly only have gotten his hands on a bunch of beserkers from various tribes and decided to strike out against us. If we don't react it would look bad and more tribes would stand up against us, if we do react in force it of course would seem weak...but of course I'm pretty sure that we would be able to survive a direct conflict with the warlord and his puppets."

He stroked over his jaw,

"I never was one for politics, I'd rather have a sword in my hand and an enemy to swing it at."

 

[Cherubian]

Crack troops? They better were, seeing how badly they were outnumbered. Or maybe some superior strategy would help them, but that was to be seen once they caught up. If ever they caught up. Cherdwyn kept those thoughts for herself, though.

Instead she stepped away from the tent wall and started to walk away from the campfire. She had rested well that afternoon, and thought she might be able to help the guards some now that the sun had set. The night was her friend, and her highly perceptive eyes already pierced it, noticing nothing out of the ordinary for now.

But she knew Sir Michael would never have such, so she just motioned with her hand as he was about to rise and to follow her. "Please, stay seated. I just need a few minutes of my own, in the solitude of the night. Do not worry too much, I am sure there is nothing out there now that will harm me." Once she had said that she continued, away from the camp and into the silent embrace of the surrounding darkness.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Michael Griffon

He watched her depart and he settled back, watching as some of the soldiers departed and went to the tents, he was glad that they remembered their duty. Of course there was some grumbling, but they knew why it had to be done, he walked over to the fire and first the soldiers quieted down a bit, he smiled,

"Just thought I'd have a sample of what I paid for before you drink it all."

There was a general chuckle and a cup of wine was passed on to him,

"Well lads enjoy it, you deserved it."

He raised his cup in toast and took a swallow, the soldiers started their general ruckus again and he looked at them. How could a man not feel anything for the soldiers you command? Their lives are just as precious as your own. He finished his wine and handed the cup to one of the soldiers, he walked to where the cooks was busy cooking what smelled like a thick broth. He was sure that soon they would place some bread on the coals to serve with the broth, he sat down on the cart and watched the bustle of the cooks. Tough, gruff men they were, but each one had a big heart, as they cared for his troops even more than he did.

"Commander?"

Michael looked over at the cook that addressed him,

"Would you like the crust?"

Michael chuckled,

"You are crafty, yes I would love the first crust and yes you may have some wine."

The man gave him a grin and then continued with his work.

 

[Cherubian]

Cherdwyn strode off for a bit, increasiongly in the embrace of the night as the flicker from the campfire behind her and the voices from the men next to it slowly diminished. She felt at home, even comfortable in the darkness, almost as if the blackness wrapped around her like a protective coat. Her rationale coudl understand why humans were afraid in such circumstances, with their senses severely crippled by it, but such concerns were not her's.

Slowly and silently she began to tour the camp, her eyes and ears fully alert, but noone was out there except for the animals that preferred to hunt or scavenge during nighttime. As her circuit continued she became aware of one of the guards posted ahead of her. Intentionally making her step a bit heavier and more audible, so not to scare him, she approached him. She was curious about the common soldiers opinion on this mission.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Ralph turned at the sound of steps approaching, from the outline from the fire behind the figure, he thought it to be the survivor they found. He waited until she was close and he saw that it was the woman,

"Even'n...ma'am."

He turned his attention back to the outer perimeter, making sure there was nobody approaching from that side.

 

[Cherubian]

Cherdwyn stopped by him for a bit, just silently leaning with her back against the tree next to him, scanning the night in front of her. She was a bit curious about how he would react to her presence. Was the weight of the past events resting that heavily on his shoulders that even his interest in female company was oppressed by the sorrows?

Finally she broke the silence, as she qietly addressed him "Say, what's your name? And how long have you beeen following that warlord already together with Sir Michael?"

 

[DeathsKnight]

"My name is Ralph ma'am, I am on of sir Michael's man-at-arms, we have been chasing this warlord for eight months now."

He stole a glance at her where she stood against the tree, it's been eight months of no female contact, but he did not allow that to break his concentration on his current duty. If sir Michael caught or even heard of one of the guards failing in their duty, no amount of pleasure was worth the concecuences. He gave her a slight smile,

"I am sorry if I am blunt ma'am, sir Michael can be a bit harsh when it comes to guard duty."

 

[Cherubian]

"Eight months now without a break? That must have been quite the ordeal, and felt quite lonely at times." She could not fault Michael for demanding discipline during guard terms, but maybe he should have arranged for some relaxation in between. That soldier did not give the happiest expression.

Just as she continued to muse about this, her thoughts getting more original and indecent by the moment, her sharp ears picked up a faint sound that did not belong into the acoustic tapestry nature was surrounding them. Indeed, there it was again, steps. Stil lfar away, but definitely approaching.

Trying not to disturb Ralph unnecessarily she nevertheless turned her eyes towards whoever was approaching, piercing the darkness as she waited in silence.

 

[DeathsKnight]

"Yes indeed ma'am it has been a long time, but when we catch up with the warlord there will be time enough for....Halt! Who goes there?"

Kergan stepped into view, and a slight smile played across his features,

"Good to see that the lovely lady did not distract you too much Ralph."

He turned his attention on Cherdwyn and almost licked his lips as his gaze ran over her body, what pleasures such a body could give to a man.

"Ma'am let me walk with you, the guards need their time to reflect on things more...warlike"

He gave her a toothy smile and waited for her to accept or decline his offer, at least he knew that acceptance would get him a slight chance to taste her sweet fruits.

 

[Cherubian]

Cherdwyn calmly looked Kergan over., and waited a few seconds before she spoke. "So you take that great burden on yourself only to help the guards stay unwavering in their vigil? How commendable. " A little grin played around the corners of her mouth.

"But you are probably right, so allow me to join you." She felt a bit bad for Ralph, but in that aspect Kergan was right. There was no point trying to get anything going with the guard while he was on duty. So instead she waited for the lieutenent to lead the way.

 

[DeathsKnight]

"Normally sir Michael would do it, but he needs his rest as well. Also it is not much of a burden when I can walk with such a lovely lady."

He gave her a small bow, but it lacked the sincerity of the knight's bows, he walked along with her around the perimeter.

"Would you mind if I asked where you are from? I doubt that sir Michael have noticed it, but your accent differs slightly from the locals."

He looked her over in the semi-dark and what struck him was her marvelous chest, already his mind was thinking of ways to satisfy a need that was building close to boiling point for himself, somehow his mixed blood made him more passionate, or horny depends on which one you preferred.

 

[Cherubian]

Cherdwyn matched Kergan's moderate pace as Ralph and his watch post slowly faded away into the darkness behind them. At first she walked in silence, acknowledging his remarks, until the last one. He was indeed very observant, and likely her best bet was to stay as close to the truth as was feasible.

"You have very good ears. And you are correct, I was born in a small village near Donwegh to the south, and it seems I have not been living here long enough to assimilate completely."

While he likely assumed that his hungry stares were covered up by the night, she had no problem noticing them although she gave no indication that she did, and it made her wonder whether Kergan was just as disciplined as the regular soldiers in this troupe seemed to be.

 

[DeathsKnight]

"A Southern lass then,"

He chuckled softly,

"Oh I have heard tales, but those are tales very unsuitable for civil conversation."

His tone made it clear that he would have much preferred to not only talk about these bawdy tales, but would have liked to see just how true those stories were.

"I myself are not fully a kingdom man. My mother is one of the Freshian people..."

He interupted himself with a chuckle,

"Of course the stories told about them are true as I can testify, but my father is one of the coastlanders."

He suddenly fell silent as they approached another guard post, after checking in with the guard he moved on. The look on the guard's face when he saw Cherdwyn, was envious, he clearly knew what Kergan had in mind. Kergan went on walking and this time it led them still parralel with the camp, but in a widening circle away from the camp. He didn't want to move too fast, as he knew that if he forced himself on Cherdwyn, Michael would flog him himself and he had seen the knight in action and he was sure to avoid it.

"I came into sir Michael's service when my father moved inland to farm for sir Michael...he is a strange person as knights go, but I am sure that by now you have noticed that."

He stopped in a small clearing and turned to face her,

"I on the other hand seem to take more after my mother's people."

He allowed that comment to hang in the air, now much depended on her, if she decided to head back to the camp he would escort her, but if not...he grinned at the thought, it would be quick, but he was sure that they would enjoy it, even with most of their clothes still on.

 

[Cherubian]

Cherdwyn let Kergan do the talking. The more he carrier the conversation the less she had to make up about her own past to satisfy his curiosity. And it did not appear like he was interested in her past at the moment, anyways, with each of the sentences he spoke a carnal innuendo of his true intentions.

So she just kept smiling politely and nodding here and there as they slowly distanced themselves from the camp and finally ended up in the small clearing. His plan - his offer - was all to evident now, but Cherdwyn did not mind. After all the traumatic events of the day some meaty rod ploughing into her would make her think of something else, if only for a short while, and she could care less to who that rod was attached to.

So she gave no sign of wanting to leave, and with a whimsical grin finally replied "In what way do you take after them? Are you as excellent a tanner as the stories say?"

 

[DeathsKnight]

He laughed softly, so she did not want to leave, first stage of the plan is in action though...or at least he hoped so.

"The Freshians only make good Tanners when they get the time to get their clothing on. I, myself can not boast to be as good a Tanner, but I do know that the lust part I have definately inherited."

He looked at her, the pale skin standing out so much more in the paler light in the clearing away from the light cast by the fire.

"And you are a fine looking lass that would have any man think with another brain, of course the troops will fail to do anything about it as they are under strict orders from sir Michael, but he had given his lieutenants a bit of lee-way. So I am able to tell you that you are a beautiful lass and not fear his wrath."

 

[Cherubian]

That got him a raised eyebrow. "Your good Sir Michael will have his men flogged for commenting to a woman on her beauty? Isn't that a bit overly harsh?"

As she stepped away from him, lightly strolling over the clearing with her arms dangling loosely by her side she innocently added an off-handed remark "If that is the case, how is anyone of you ever going to get down to business and ask a girl whether she would like to fuck him?"

 

[DeathsKnight]

"Usually when not on campaign, he deems it...distracting..."

Only then he seemed to realize what she had said and he almost laughed out loudly, but instead.

"Since I'm already distracted, then perhaps I could safely ask if you would like to fuck me?"

He started to wonder if the tales about the Southern lasses wasn't true after all.

 

[Cherubian]

"You know" Cherdwyn asked as she pretended to closely inspect him in response to his latest offer "some people might consider that last question rather indecent. Luckily I am not. And since you seem to be the only man in camp who has permission from our leader to help me out in that regard, then why not" Demonstratively her shoulders shrugged for emphasis.

"Taking a bit of a guess I would say you do not look for any more delays and would like to come to the heart of things right here and now. Any particular way you would like to take me?" Mustering him closer she wondered how long it might take him to get out of his armor to even get started ... if he intended to get fully undressed at all.

 

[DeathsKnight]

"Your guess would be spot on, we have both been away from the camp for some time now..."

He paused,

"And the need I have for you is quite insistant right now."

He took in the smell of her freshly washed body and then looked around,

"The way I want you is as fast as possible, with you permission of course."

He gave a mocking little smile, he was sure that she had given her permission with just her actions and questions. He undid the clasp of his weapons' belt and dropped it to the ground, his fingers found his leg bracers' clasps and undid them, the metal slipping from his legs with dull clangs. Already his cock was growing as he stood so close to Cherdwyn and for a moment he wondered if they will ever get the time to fully disrobe each other. He looked down at the hem of her dress, then up at her,

"I think up against that tree would work, it has a smooth trunk."

 

[Cherubian]

"That tree?" Her head nudged in the same direction he had indicated. The bark did not look exceptionally smooth to her, but that did not bother her much. "Very well, a nice little wall fuck - or rather tree fuck it will be." The vulgar language seemed rather out of place out from between her sweet innocent lips, but at this moment speaking that way was quite the turn on for her, and as she hoped a way to wear down Kergan's inhibitions, or what was left of them.

As she turned and took the first steps toward said plant she paused briefly and picked up the hem of her dress, lifting it to about waist level before continuing, and while walking she brought the garment up all the way over her head and sent it sailing through the air and slowly descending to the ground a few meters away. Beneath it she wore a pair of simple sandals, and nothing else.

Finally reaching the tree she bent her upper body forward, her hands getting a firm hold on the trunk as her massive orbs settled into a hanging position under her, and her behind at the lower end of her arched back, crowning her stretched and slightly spread legs, was propped up and presented enticingly towards Kergan, her lower lips already glistening in the moon light from a slight sheen of moisture. Facing away from him was definitely the safer variant right now, less likely to cause ... complications.

"I am ready" she finally spoke, not bothering to look back at him. "What are you waiting for?"

 

[DeathsKnight]

He was kind of shocked to hear her talk that way, but as she moved to the tree he stopped thinking of anything else, her creamy skin glistened in the moonlight penetrating through the leaves and as she presented herself to his view, he licked his lips and stepped closer. His hands cupped her ass and gave a squeeze, they were much firmer than he expected, but that was no problem right then. His fingers travelled lower, stroking over the lips of her pussy, finding her wet already, he licked his fingers clean, dropped his pants and set his already hard cock free.

He was rather proud of the size of his cock and as far as he knew only one man in the camp was any bigger than himself and that man hardly used it...well used it where his troops could find out about it. He grinned at the thought and placed the tip of his cock at her entrance, pushing forward he found her to be tight, he loved that. The feeling of the velvet folds opening for him as the tightness gave way under the pressure from his invasion. As it was with Cherdwyn, he took hold of her hips and pulled her towards him as he slowly pushed forwards, his cock sinking first slowly into her, then as the feeling started to ingnite his passion further he started to shove the rest of his shaft into her until his groin made contact with her ass.

He slowly pulled back, feeling her muscles clench at him, then he slammed his cock back into her as fast and hard as he could. His groin made a satisfying smacking sound against her ass and he started to thrust hard inside her, using his grip on her hips to pull her back into each thrust.

 

[Cherubian]

That was it. The sheer base carnal pleasure of the crude and improvised act did its part to wash away the sorrows of the past day, the hard meaty rod shoving itself into her repeatedly with such force domintating her thoughts at the moment. Each time he hilted himself into her her whole body shook under the impact, her hips lifted slightly, her breasts swinging under her erratically, and her face contorting as she commented with an audible moan. She was on fire wanted him to hear it.

As her nails dug into the tree she neither could nor wanted to hold back, and so she added even more oil into the proverbial fire by twisting her head in an attempt to make eye contact and purring ferally "Yes, my stud, that's it. Give it to me. Fuck me hard." Gone was the composed innocent girl from a few minutes ago.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Her words just spurred him on, his thrusts grew more energetic, more powerful, his hands' grip on her hips growing stronger with each thrust. Pulling her harder and harder back against his thrusts, he groaned softly in pleasure as her warm pussy kept gripping his shaft with each withdrawal.

"Hot little vixen aren't you?"

His grunted words were just rhetorical, they both knew the answer, if it wasn't true he wouldn't have been busy slamming his thick cock deep into her accepting pussy. He had to admit that this was taking away any thoughts or reminders of the day, hell even the campaign. He could see glimpses of her breasts as they swung around underneath her and hoped that there would be a time that he could actually see them. Then he turned his attention back to hammering his cock deep into her, making his groin slap hard against the roundness of her ass.

 

[Cherubian]

Despite the incessant hammering with which his member continued to drive into her at full speed, his strong hands now forming almost a lock around her hips to hold her in place, ensuring she would receive the full force of each of his thrusts, Cherdwyn managed to resist the urge of dropping into mindless sensual moans, at least for now. Instead a light melodious laughter chirped from her mouth as she first threw back her head and then turned and twisted her neck enough that she could look at the mercenary savaging her.

"Isn't that just the way you want me, my virile stallion? So you can hump me to your hearts desire?"

She reveled in the situation now, her arousal and his obvious lusting for her giving her a heady rush, a feeling of power despite being on the receiving end. And receive she did as her hips shook every time that meaty lance impaled her.

 

[DeathsKnight]

He grinned at her laughter, it did sound a bit breathless to him,

"Close, but who am I to complain? I am busy enjoying it a lot."

He could feel the small twinges of his orgasm starting to build up, it was growing with each thrust and even though he knew he could last longer. but something about this woman, just drove his faster and faster to his peak. He had no idea what it was, but he did not ease up on his thrusting, he kept impaling her on his shaft over and over again, grunts starting to form with each thrust as he gave her all he could, both in passion and physicality.