Lands of the Horse-people

- Chapter 6 in the Chronicles of the DragonRider

 

 

Anitra had flown over water on Blake’s back before, but never a real ocean. If she had, however, she would probably have reflected on how much it resembled the surface below her. They were flying over the great Grasslands, and that was exactly what was below her: Grass, as far as the eye could see, a completely unbroken sea of green. Not even a bush or tree to break the monotony. From what she’d heard, the grass that grew here was of a particularly hardy variant, and thus it didn’t allow any other vegetation to intrude on its territory. Well, at least they wouldn’t have any trouble finding a place for Blake to land. It also shouldn’t be too difficult to find their destination, since it didn’t really have anywhere to hide.

 

The reason why the lands of the Horse-People had remained undiscovered for as long as it has was mainly that, flat as it may seem from her perch on Blake’s back, the Grasslands was actually rather hilly. On foot, you’d be unable to see very far, and it was a very big place. Even though a number of hardy explorers had made their way there by now, it still wasn’t widely visited – while not exactly hostile to strangers, the Horse-People weren’t exactly friendly either, and they didn’t have any commodities of particular interest to the surrounding world. So, their villages and their lands had remained mainly separate from the rest of the world, and that seemed to fit the horsemen just fine…

 

But, like it or not, they would soon get another visitor. How, she wondered, would they react to her mode of transport? According to the information she had gleaned from Lezard’s parchments, they were fierce warriors… which might be god or bad, depending on how aggressive they were. With luck, they would regard her as a fellow warrior, and a powerful one of the kind, and accord her the respect befitting a warrior. With less luck, they’d regard her as a thread, and an enemy. And charred corpses weren’t known for their willingness to share information, Lezard’s skills to the contrary.

 

Looks like there aren’t very many animals down there… Blake commented mentally. I hope you’re not planning on spending too many days here, or I might get hungry. Sweeping the horizon with her own eagle-sharp eyes, she had to admit he was right. The tough grass was apparently also too tough for most animals to live off. I’m not planning to spend any more time here than necessary, she replied, and besides, I can’t live off grass any more than you can. Of course, she had food in the saddlebags, but that wouldn’t last forever, either. At least water wouldn’t be a problem – about the only thing ever breaking the sea of green below was the occasional freshwater stream.

 

I see it! Blake suddenly exclaimed, transmitting a direction along with the fact. Turning her head slightly to the left, she narrowed her eyes, and sure enough: A small, dark spot was visible on the horizon. Sharp as her vision was, it wasn’t as sharp as Blake’s, so for now she’d have to trust his word that it actually was a village. However, a couple of hours later, it became clear that they had found their target. Below, a freshwater lake lay as an island in the sea of grass, and surrounding it was a number of small villages, again surrounded by fields. The lands of the Horse-People. So, where do we land? Blake asked, scanning the lands around the villages, hoping to spot some herds of fat, docile animals – but, apparently, the Horse-People were vegetarians.

 

Anitra rubbed her chin as she remembered what the parchments had said. The Horse-People were ferocious warriors, and the villages frequently warred amongst themselves for dominion of the lands around the lake. They had no overall leader, as such, but the more lands that belonged to a single village, the greater the chief. Looking below once again, she could faintly make out something that looked like fortifications in several places, a line between each of the villages, obviously signifying how far from the city walls its lands reached. And it didn’t take long to see which one held the most lands: A large village near the northern tip of the lake, big enough that it could reasonably be called a city, stretched so far that its borders were within spitting distance of its neighbor’s walls. That one…she communicated to Blake, indicating it with a thought. I think you should try to find a valley nearby that you can land in… then I’ll go in to check things out for myself. You can always show yourself later if some intimidation is in order. But it’s pretty difficult to un-show yourself, right? Blake nodded. Okay, but I’ll stay close to the village. Contact me if you get in trouble.

 

 

Fifteen minutes later, Blake touched down behind a hill north of the town. Hopefully, anybody who saw him would think that it was a large bird looking for prey… From there, it was another fifteen minutes of walking before Anitra reached the front gate of the city’s battlements. The fortifications were impressive, especially considering the otherwise rather primitive buildings she had seen from the air. The only thing she was carrying with her was her sword and a purse – no need to log around a backpack when Blake was so close at hand. The gate was guarded, of course, by two impressively muscled specimens of the Horse-People, and she took the time to study them closer – after all, she might have to fight them at some point.

 

The name for their race wasn’t based on any particular aptitude for capturing or taming horses… indeed, the grass that grew on these plains were a bit too tough for the average horse’s digestive system. They were called the Horse-People because they resembled nothing so much as a direct crossing between man and horse. Their bodies were covered with short hair, with color combinations familiar to anyone who’d ever seen a horse. Mostly, the hair had some nuance of brown or beige, although rare specimens might be black or white. The common variants usually had white hair at the end of their limbs, further accentuating their horse-like appearance. Their heads were very horselike, but with a slightly shorter snout and eyes closer towards the center of the skull – but those differences easily vanished in the obvious resemblances. The mane and tail helped too. However, they had hands and feet, rather than hooves, allowing them to use tools and weapons – weapons that their massive strength allowed them to use with great efficiency. The pair she was facing were wielding spears, and were naked from the waist up. Their muscled chests and bulging biceps indicated that they were unusually strong, even for members of this powerful specie. Their heights were intimidating too, nearly 3 meters on bare feet.

 

As she approached, they watched her with what seemed like detached amusement – certainly, they didn’t regard her as any threat. That would change, in time. As she stopped in front of the closed gate, one of them snorted. “A human, eh? Don’t see your kind too often around here. What’cha want?” Her eyes narrowed somewhat at the tone, but she didn’t want to start a fight before she’d even gotten inside the city, so she replied calmly. “I wish to speak with your leader. Where can I find him?” This caused the other guard to whinny in a distinctively amused way. Turning around, he addressed the other guard, rather than her. “Say, Marcus, are we at war with anybody at the moment?” The guard, who was apparently named Marcus, considered it seriously for a few moments before replying. “No, I don’t think so, Raham – unless the cap’n forgot to tell us this morning.” Raham nodded at this, and then turned towards Anitra again. “Right, then… apparently, our leader is Darcian – at least for today.”

 

Placing her hands on her hips, she raised an eyebrow at Raham. “I see… I suppose there’s an absolutely fascinating story behind that exchange, and you’re just dying to tell it to me, right?” “You got me there, girl… but it’s actually quite simple: Around here, the position of Chief is gained through trial by combat – the strongest warrior automatically becomes the leader. In this village, the strongest warrior is named Eclipse – a huge brute with massive strength and a seriously bad disposition. He’s a great leader in war, too – always at the spearhead of every attack, and we’ve never lost a battle with him in the lead. Unfortunately, he’s got no interest whatsoever in any of the other functions of leadership. When we’re not at war, he basically just eats, sleeps, and carouses with a variety of mistresses. Fortunately for us all, his younger brother Darcian is just the other way around… he’s as big as his brother, but he’s about as far from ‘warlike’ as you can get. He’s also very smart, and responsible. So, despite having no official title, Darcian handles the day-to-day leadership of the village.” “Don’t get it wrong, though…” Marcus interjected “There’s no love lost between those two brothers. Darcian basically hates Eclipse, considering him little better than a thug – and Eclipse thinks Darcian is a coward because he doesn’t want to fight. But Darcian is just too nice a guy to leave the village headless in times of peace, so he does the job anyway.” At this, Raham chuckled. “He’s still getting a fair pay, though. The mares are all over the poor guy. Big and strong, but kind and gentle. They just love him to pieces… and it’s driving Eclipse positively nuts, since he considers himself the apex of masculinity – but he ain’t getting any unless he takes it, which he frequently does.”

 

Having listened attentively through the entire discourse, since the information could very well turn out to be vital to her quest, she nonetheless rolled her eyes at the two guards. “And in the middle of the whole mess, we’ve got a couple of gatekeepers who gossip like old ladies. Now, are you gonna let me in or not?” Raham recoiled as if struck, but Marcus practically collapsed in laughter, and after a few seconds Raham joined in. “Well, you got us there, girl… thing is, we don’t get many visitors around here, so we haven’t got much to do beside gossip. Nobody from the neighboring villages ever comes to visit, since they all know that Eclipse will seize on the flimsiest excuse to make war. Anyway, go right in… Eclipse’s house is the big one at the end of the main road, and Darcian lives in the smaller one to the right of it.” A simple push from the huge guard made the heavy gate creak open, and Anitra strolled into the village as if she didn’t have a care in the world. She would talk to this Darcian about the tablet, and if he didn’t know anything about it, she’d have to go to Eclipse, although he didn’t sound like an easy guy to negotiate with.

 

 

Blake laid his head down on his front paws with a sigh. The whole adventure was starting to get a bit boring… so far, most of the things they’d been looking for had been inside some place where he couldn’t go, so he’d ended up waiting outside. While she got laid. The mental bond between them was stronger than she might realize – even over great distances, he could feel a burst of raw lust whenever she came. So he had a fairly good count on how often she got off, and even though she was far and away the best lover he’d ever had, he still had a feeling that she was getting the best of the bargain. And now she had ventured bravely into a village filled with large, muscular, anthromorph horses. And he was lying there, exercising his eyes by trying to focus on individual straws of grass.

 

Suddenly, his ears perked up. In his reverie, he had failed to hear the sound that was now rapidly getting louder – the sound of someone walking through the tall grass. Lifting his head, he turned towards the sound, and found himself face-to-face with a horse. The horse, startled by having a draconic head pop up from behind a hill, stumbled backwards with a squeal and fell over. Narrowing his eyes, Blake looked his unexpected visitor over, and quickly noticed three things: It was a mare, she was fairly young, and she was undeniably attractive – in an equine sort of way. Her short coat was cream-colored, with a mane like milk chocolate. Her chest size was impressive under the tight dress she wore, made more so by her heaving breath, and her eyes were large, scared, and a deep, hazelnut brown. Several intriguing possibilities appeared in his mind…

 

 

The village was surprisingly primitive, Anitra thought as she walked down the main street. Even though the numerous warriors she could see wore weapons of shining steel, the huts they lived in were about as simple as habitats could be – dried mud bricks with straw roofs. This was obviously a society that put all its emphasis on warfare, and very little on anything else. Then again, in this sea of grass, there wasn’t exactly a ready supply of timber and stone for advanced architecture. But where did all those steel weapons come from, then? Not really her concern. However, it did make the chief’s hut easy to spot – it was the only one made out of wood. It was obviously a status symbol, since the supply was so limited – only the area around the lake could support trees. To the right of it was another clay hut, no different from the rest, but if the guards had been telling the truth…

 

The door to the hut was ajar, so she simply walked up to it and looked in. Sitting on a simple pallet, reading some kind of scroll, was an impressive specimen of equine masculinity. Broad shoulders, bulging muscles, a physique as carved in stone. Looking badly out of place sitting in a clay hut reading a scroll. His hide was a soft beige color, with white near the hands and feet, and bright orange tail and mane. Knocking lightly on the door as she pushed it all the way open, she stepped in. “You’re Darcian, right? I hope I’m not disturbing…” The stallion looked up briefly and nodded. “No, not at all – I was just checking to see if we have enough supplies to last us through the monsoon season. I’ve got time.” He put the scroll down carefully, and looked her over. The intelligence in his eyes was unmistakable. So was the bulge in his pants. “So, what does a human seek here in our remote village? I can tell you’re not a trader… you look more like a warrior of some kind.” She nodded, subtly changing her stance to further enhance her already rapturous charm. “Indeed, I am an adventurer and warrior – I’m here in search of an artifact supposedly brought here by an explorer in ancient timed. A piece of a tablet, to be precise. Does that ring any bells?”

 

Darcian leaned back a bit, closing his eyes in thought – and shifting his bottom around in search of a more comfortable position. “A piece of a tablet, you say? Yes, I do believe I’ve seen something like that before… Eclipse got it on his trophy rack. Took it from the chief of a village he conquered several years ago, for no other reason than that the chief of that village valued it greatly.” He opened his eyes again, and leaned forwards. “I hope you’re not thinking of actually getting your hands on the fragment – Eclipse would never part with one of his trophies, even though he has no use for them. But if you just need to get a look at it, then it might be possible.” Anitra pretended to consider his words. She obviously needed the piece, but it would probably be a good idea to make sure that it was actually the real thing, before starting a war to get it. She winked at Darcian. “Oh, I’d definitely like to see it – maybe you could help me with that? I’m sure I could make it worth your while…”

 

Darcian seemed somewhat startled at her forwardness as she crouched down in front of him and ran her hand caressingly along the huge bulge in his trousers. “I mean, you sure look like you could use some help with this… what do you say? I help you with this, and you help me get a good look at that tablet piece?” As she continued to massage his stiff cock through the rough trousers, he didn’t really have much of a choice. He swallowed, and then nodded. “Sure, but I can’t give you any guarantees. I’ll do my best, though.” Anitra nodded. He was so obviously free of any subterfuge or deceit, he’d do as he’d promised. No wonder the local girls were all over him – he was so endearing! And, exceedingly well equipped, she added as she pulled his pants down.

 

 

The filly was obviously scared out of her wits, but she wasn’t running or screaming – or both. Blake regarded her silently as a plan began to form in his mind. Finally, the young mare spoke. “Are… are you gonna eat me?” Blake grinned. He had been hoping that she’d ask that. “I might,” he answered, “or I might not.” “Oh, won’t you please let me go?” she pleaded “I promise I won’t tell anybody that you’re here!” He gave her a big grin, showing off his huge collection of long, sharp fangs. “You won’t tell anybody? That’s good… if you don’t tell, then I’ve got no reason to kill you.” Her breath seemed to stop for a moment. “You mean you won’t eat me?” “I didn’t say that. I said I have no reason to kill you. But I don’t have any reason to let you go, either…”

 

Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she begged. “Please, please, let me go… I’ll do anything! Anything at all!” Blake chuckled to himself. This was turning out very well, very well indeed. “Anything, you say? Well, I suppose we could make a deal at that… come here, my child. If you do as I say, I won’t hurt you…” Sniffing back the tears, she scrambled to her feet and hesitantly approached him. She gasped as she crossed the crest of the hill, and saw the rest of his body…  huge, black, and to her eyes, all claws, wings and fangs. Looking down at her, he let a tiny tongue of flame escape from the corner of his mouth, just to top off her fear. “Take off your clothes.” He then said. She starred at him, uncomprehending.

 

“You said you’d do anything, didn’t you? Well, then do as I say! Or would you rather I eat you?” His tongue darted out, tasting the air, as if it was eager to taste something else… “N… no, I’m s… sorry, I’ll do whatever you say, just don’t hurt me…” she stammered out, quickly tearing off her constricting dress. She didn’t wear anything under it, but he couldn’t tell whether that was the habit of her people, or a personal trait – either way, her luscious boobs certainly didn’t need any support. Now, she was standing there, naked and shivering – more out of fear than cold, though, for it was a warm day. Her legs were unconsciously crossed, a final defense for her virtue. Was she a virgin? He couldn’t really judge her age accurately, since he didn’t know much about her race, but she seemed far too lovely not to have been snatched up by some village boy already. Well, he’d find out soon enough – and certainly, if the men of this race had anything in common with the animals they resembled, her physique would be able to deal with his size. Not without some pain, probably, but she’d live.

 

 

Admiringly, she let her hands glide up and down the length of the impressive tool. It was so long… then, she gasped as it continued to grow. Where he’d stashed it all, she didn’t know, but when he finally achieved a full erection, the head was nearly on level with his neck. It was so thick that she could hardly reach around it with two hands, and the head was wider yet. Releasing her breastplate with a thought, she removed it and leaned forwards to let her breasts surround the huge staff, holding them tight around it with her hands.

 

Darcian moaned as she kissed his cockshaft, and his hands balled into fists as she continued to lick and kiss at the shaft while she slowly jacked him off with her tits. Finally, she straightened up and began to caress the cockhead with her lips, darting her tongue into the piss-slit and sucking on the edge of the head. Her breasts now lay around the upper part of his cock while her hands ran relentlessly up and down the lower part, sometimes straying down to his balls to gently squeeze them. Pre-cum was starting to leak slowly from the head, and she eagerly lapped it up, delighted at its musky taste. Thinking back to her earlier experiences with equines – Ali’s horse Balrog, and the unicorns at Silverdale – she realized that she’d never had a chance to really taste horse-cum. So despite the undeniable ache in her pussy, which was eager to be filled with the huge slab of throbbing horsemeat she held in her hands, she bend her head further forwards and swallowed the head.

 

Darcian’s eyes, which had been half-closed in pleasure, flew open when he felt her soft lips encase his cockhead. He starred down at her head with his mouth open, not believing his eyes. He didn’t know that much about humans, but none of the local girls who came to his bed had ever managed give him a real blowjob. He knew that his brother had a slave-girl who was capable of doing so, but she was Eclipse’s favorite, and he’d never been willing to share her. Now, for the first time, he felt the heavenly suction of a skilled cocksucker’s mouth, and it was everything he’d been told it was. He threw back his head with a whinny as he felt the cum churn in his balls, being slowly coaxed out by the woman’s tender ministrations.

 

While slurping sounds filled the hut, he carefully pulled his legs out from under himself, getting them behind him, bending his chest further forwards to give her easier access to his cocks. She eagerly helped, pulling it down with one hand, while the other began to jack him off insistently. As his cock approached the horizontal, she started actually moving her mouth over it, pulling her head back and forth while her tongue never stopped dancing around the cockhead. With this added dimension, he couldn’t hold back anymore. Gritting his teeth, he felt his balls surge as his load was injected into his cockshaft, and accelerated towards the head by irresistible pressure.

 

The first spurt hit the back of her throat with an audible ‘SPLORG’, filling her entire mouth and coating her tastebuds with its creamy goodness. She gulped it down as fast as she could, delighted with both taste and texture, but the sheer volume was enough to ensure that the next spurt overflowed from the edges of her mouth, running down her chest. When the next wad nearly choked her, she was forced to pull her head back off of the spurting cock, trying desperately to swallow the delicious stuff as fast as she could. The next wad coated her face, though she managed to catch some of it in her mouth, and the following one – with somewhat less pressure behind it – hit her chests, covering her tits with cum as well. As the final bit leaked out the end of the humongous horse-cock, she quickly closed her mouth around the tip to catch it, and was rewarded with one last mouthful. With nothing more crowding in behind it, she kept it in her mouth to savor the taste for a bit longer, swallowing it only bit by bit. Then, she licked around her mouth to get what was stuck there, and finally lifted her large breasts to her mouth to suck the covering off of them.

 

 

“Turn around, and get down on all four.” Blake ordered. The shock in her eyes indicated that she was starting to figure out what he had planned for her, but she complied. “Please… no, please don’t, mister dragon… please not that…” she almost whispered, even as she did it. She shrieked as his scaly forelegs hit the ground in front of her, but she made no move to run. Instead, she hid her head in her hands, and sobbed quietly. The erotic feeling of power had already exited him sufficiently that his cock was out of its sheath and fully erect, and now it was pointing at what he was becoming convinced was a virgin cunt. He suddenly felt something brush over his cockhead, and craned his long neck to look below. Her tail, of course… hanging down over her pussy, covering it. He could of course easily go through it, but… “Your tail, girl… it’s in my way. Lift it.” He commanded. The sobs grew quiet, and he shifted his head around to look at hers. She was looking up at him, her eyes red from the tears. Then, she closed them, and bent her neck in submission. He felt her tail brush his cock once more as she lifted it out of the way, and he could see her brace herself for the inevitable.

 

With a lusty grin on his scaly lips, he flexed his hips and sent his tapered cock surging into her tight pussy. The pointy head parted the fleshy cuntlips, and sure enough, came up against a thin barrier. A long, painful sigh escaped from between the filly’s clenched teeth, but she didn’t scream as he’d expected. Impressed, he let his cock rest for a few seconds, with just the head in and her hymen yet intact, enjoying the feeling of the tight cuntwalls pulsing around his rock-hard dick, while giving her a chance to adjust to its girth. When he heard her rapid breaths slow down a bit, he thrust forwards again, tearing through her cherry with ease, and plunging nearly a foot of hot cock into her untried pussy. Again, she somehow kept from screaming out, despite the pain that was obvious in the way she writhed under him. Her breath came out as explosive pants as she fought to adjust to the size of the intruding member.

 

Not bothering to wait for that, he pulled out again to gain momentum for a new, deeper thrust. The pre-cum that was now leaking from his cockhead was doing its job of lubricating the tight orifice, and to his surprise, he could feel that her entire cunt was actually growing moist – despite the pain, her virgin slit was producing pussy-juice, easing the rape. As his cock surged forwards through the now wet pussy, it went in another foot, eliciting a drawn-out moan from the young mare as her innermost being was invaded and violated. Then, bucking his entire body, he forced the last part of the thick shaft into her, burying his entire three-and-a-half foot length deep inside her. He could feel the mouth of her womb tighten around the tip of his cock, amazed that he’d actually gotten it all inside without breaking all the way into it. But her body was obviously build to fit cocks much bigger than what any human male could hope to possess. Yet, it wasn’t build for HIS size, supplying a truly tight cunt – a dragon could get addicted to this, he thought.

 

After pausing for a minute to enjoy the pleasure of a full penetration, he began fucking her in earnest. Each thrust caused a low whinny to escape her lips, and her eyes were tightly closed as she fought to keep from screaming out loud. However, as the flexible walls surrounding Blake’s hard cock began to adjust to the stretching they were enduring, and the combination of pre-cum and pussy-juice eliminating the painful friction, the pleasure began to shine through. Her moans of pain turned into moans of pleasure as her first sexual experience began to sink in. The huge shaft was grinding over her clit at every thrust, sending sexual shivers through her, and the sheer size of his cock ensured that it touched all of the most sensitive areas inside of her, as well. Hardly believing her own reaction, she started moving her pelvis, pushing back against the dragon’s thrusts.

 

Blake was just as surprised as she was, but that didn’t stop him from enjoying the feeling of having a willing body wrapped around his dick. He increased the depths of his thrusts, taking full advantage of his flexibility, actually fucking her with nearly 3 feet of rigid cockmeat. He felt her shake underneath him, her cunt contracting around his cock, as she experienced the first orgasm in her young life – then, she shook again as the next one rolled over her. When she hit her third climax, her couldn’t hold back anymore – her pussy was clenching around his cock like a fist, and the pressure in his scaly testicles were getting too high. Barely keeping himself from roaring out, he shot his hot load deep into the young mare’s hot cunt, filling it to overflowing.

 

 

When she’d finished licking up every bit of sperm she could reach, she looked up at Darcian with twinkling eyes. He was regarding her in utter amazement, sitting back on his haunches while his cock deflated slowly. Getting up, she looked around and spotted a bucket of clean water, which she used to wash the remaining cum off of her chest and face, and pulled her armor back on. “So, Darcian? I’d say I kept my side of the bargain…” He nodded, stuffing his wet dick back in his pants. “Indeed you did, although I can’t imagine how you managed to do it… follow me, this should be just about the right time.” She grinned at him, indicating that he should go first. Sex really was an amazing thing. She had enjoyed the session at least as much as he had, but now he nonetheless owed her a favor.

 

As expected, he led her into the large, wooden house that apparently served as the chief’s habitat. With a finger on his lips, he cautioned her to be quiet as they walked along a hallway, and although she could see the point – they were obviously going to sneak into Eclipse’s trophy room while he was busy with something – she found it difficult to do. The sperm she’d just drunk was now being digested, filling her with energy and strength – especially strength. She felt like she could bend steel with her bare fists, or fight a minotaur with both hands tied behind her back. Mainly, she felt like just rushing in, beating this Eclipse-character to a bloody pulp, and walk away with the tablet. But, she remembered Blake’s warning words about the dangers of The Quickening, and did her best to move quietly along the stamped dirt floor.

 

A short while later, she got her first look at Eclipse, as they passed by his bedroom. The sounds issuing from it had made it clear exactly what occupied the village chief enough to allow them to sneak by, long before they saw it, but she nonetheless got a surprise when they snuck past the open doorway. Eclipse looked a lot like his brother – same muscular physique and masculine radiance – but his coloring was different, reflecting the difference in temper nicely. He was dark brown, with white around the ends of his limbs, and bright red mane and tail – an unusual color for a horse, but that wasn’t what surprised him. What caused her to freeze momentarily in the doorway was the fact that the girl that Eclipse shared his bed with wasn’t one of the horse-people. Or a human, for that matter. She resembled a large lizard, with smooth green skin, and even a slender tail that waved erratically behind her as Eclipse fucked her violently. She was sitting astride him, a smile playing across her alien lips as the rutting stallion below her snorted and bucked. How she could enjoy such violent lovemaking, considering the size of her partner, was a mystery to Anitra. Of course, she wasn’t really one to talk, all things considered, but… if Eclipse was as large as Darcian in the crotch-department, the cockhead would be resting somewhere between the lizardwoman’s large breasts at the moment.

 

An impatient gesture from Darcian finally pulled her out of her paralysis, and they continued deeper into the large house. When they’d gotten a safe distance from the loud couple, she whispered to Darcian. “Who was that girl? I’ve never seen someone like her before…” Darcian shrugged his huge shoulders, and whispered back. “Neither have I… but, apparently, she’s a member of a race called the ‘Slith’. Eclipse bought her off of a passing slave-trader, having somehow heard about their unusual sexual skills. Something about being able to dislocate their jaws, I think. Either way, she’s his favorite, and he’s always with her at this time of day, unless he’s at war.” Anitra nodded, filing the information away for future use. She’d instantly recognized the name of the race… the ‘Sliths’, huh? She was visiting them later, and so far it didn’t look like they’d be much of a challenge.

 

Finally, they emerged into Eclipse’s trophy room. It had no windows, but when Darcian lit a sputtering torch, the contents of the room became clear. Most of it was the usual collection of broken weapons, worn shields, tattered war-banners, and unusually shaped skulls – but some were more unusual. A carpet with a strange pattern woven into it, a fur with an unusual grass-green color, and a cracked glass ball. And, of course, a piece of a broken clay tablet. Walking up closer to it, she examined it closely. To her inhuman eyes, it glowed with the light of magical enchantment – the reason, obviously, why fragile clay could survive so long. The writing on the front was undecipherable, but she felt confident that she’d be able to find someone to translate it, once she had it all. There was no doubt, certainly, that it was the tablet she’d been looking for.

 

“Seen enough?” Darcian whispered nervously, looking over his shoulder. “Yes…” she replied, not bothering to lower her voice. With all the noise Eclipse had been making, it was unlikely that he would have noticed a marching band passing by. “It’s the one I’m looking for.” “Hey, look, I told you…” Darcian said, narrowing his eyes. “You can’t have it. Eclipse never lets go of a trophy. I offered to let you get a look at it, and nothing more.” She grinned at him, the fierce rush of The Quickening still making her braver. “Oh yeah? Well, how did HE get his hands on it, hmm?”

 

“I took it by force. Why, do you want to try it too?” A new voice interrupted. Both Darcian and Anitra spun around to see Eclipse entering the room. He was still undressed, his cock hanging limply between his legs… it was indeed as big as his brother’s, she noticed. “Eclipse?!?” Darcian stammered. “I’m sorry, brother – she said she just wanted to see it.” Eclipse snorted, and pushed his brother aside. “I’ll deal with you later, brother dear. Right now, I think I need to do something about this insolent human.” Anitra was quickly assessing the challenge before her, even as her hand closed around the hilt of her sword. He was naked and unarmed, she was dressed in DragonScale armor and wielding a flaming sword. That should be enough to nullify Eclipse’s obvious advantage in size and strength. Still, she’d heard that he was a terrifying warrior, so maybe a bit of reinforcement was in order. She opened the telepathic link to Blake to ask him to drop by, and was surprised to feel a stream of raw lust rush through the connection before she could frame a thought. Apparently, Blake was busy getting laid… she wasn’t sure how or why, but she didn’t really want to disturb him unless it was really necessary. And she already had all the advantages she needed, right?

 

Pulling her black sword from its scabbard, she pointed it at Eclipse. “Don’t be so quick, horse-boy.” She sneered. “I’m just here for the tablet. I can take it and leave right now. But if you get in my way, I’ll take your life as well.” He snorted, brushing her threads aside with an angry gesture. “Foolish female… you think you’re a match for me, with your pretty armor and your fancy sword? I’ll show you otherwise!” Then, he rushed at her, ham-sized fists flying with impossible speed. How could something so big move so fast? She wondered as she leaped back to avoid a crushing hook. She feigned a slash with her sword, and then quickly stabbed towards his chest, hoping to end the battle before he got in a lucky punch and broke something. Darcian, she noticed, was just standing there in the corner, making no move to help either one of them. Well, it could have been worse – if he’d stepped in to aid his brother, she’d have had no chance.

 

Eclipse brushed the stab aside disdainfully, and pressed his advantage with a series of quick jabs towards her chest. One of them connected, nearly lifting her off her feet by the sheer force behind it, and she quickly backflipped to avoid his follow-up attack. Her ribs hurt, and she realized that if that was what a jab could do, an all-out punch might kill her. And now, she had her back to the wall. Eclipse’s grin widened as he advanced towards her, but suddenly she realized that she still had an advantage. He was watching her sword, always the sword – thinking it the only weapon she had. But The Quickening was still there, and his brother was supposedly as strong as him – and she shared that power, at least for now. Launching herself forward in a seemingly desperate attack, she swung an overhead blow at him, causing him to leap back, then recoil to attack her when she was open. Instead, he met her feet as she continued the slash into a roundhouse kick. On a human, it would have hit the head, probably breaking a chin or neck – but on the equine giant she was facing, it hit the chest, causing him to stagger. Quickly, she rushed forwards, hitting his midsection with a series of lightning-fast blows, each of them with more force behind them than one would have thought possible from even a well-trained human warrior.

 

Unfortunately, she’d failed to remember one vital detail. Eclipse was a seasoned warrior, with experience from decades of bloody clan-wars, and as such he’d long since learned to expect the unexpected. Thus, surprised though he was by her incredibly physical strength, it didn’t take him long to recover, adjust, and react. Her last punch, swift though it was, was intercepted by his own, rock-hard fist, causing her to loose her balance momentarily. One swing from his right hand, hitting her on the jaw, sent her flying into unconsciousness, her blade falling from her lax hand. Eclipse laughed loudly, throwing his head back. “She was a worthier foe than I had given her credit for! And a fine-looking wench at that… you know, Darcian, I don’t blame you for taking her in here – I think I can guess how she persuaded you. And besides, I do so enjoy a good bout.”

 

Darcian looked at the young female, remembering the pleasure she’d brought him. “What are you going to do with her?” he asked, thoughtful. Eclipse snorted at him. “None of your business, brother. Go back to your hut, and your scrolls, and be glad that I’m forgetting this little transgression.” With one more look at Anitra’s prone form, he sighed, nodded, and walked out of the room. Eclipse chuckled, and walked over to take a closer look at the opponent he’d just defeated. Her sword was, indeed, fancy – named and everything. Her armor was also impressive, but hardly of any use to him – even a newborn would have a hard time squeezing into any of that stuff. But where had that incredible strength come from? He knew a bit about magic… the nature of an enchantment and the nature of the container had to match, in some way. A suit of armor would usually hold protective enhancements, while a sword would posses the offensive charms. But she hadn’t used the sword when she punched… something else? A necklace or a ring might contain virtually any kind of magic, he knew, but she didn’t seem to be wearing anything like that… or did she? Pulling down her chest armor, he grinned. Oh, yes she did!

 

 

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