Legends of Belariath

Savuriel

Sunlight in his eyes awakens Savuriel, the drak sen immediately sitting up, naked and disoriented, his blue-scaled tail thumping in agitation. He looks around the forest glen he’s in, for a moment unable to remember how he got there.

“Mmmm,” murmurs a feminine voice behind him. He turns, freezes in shock for moment. With him is a human female of just-under medium height, luxuriant black hair splayed on the ground around her head. She’s an aristocratic beauty - high cheekbones, long elegant nose, a perfect bow of plush lips, delicate chin, porcelain skin, lush breasts, narrow waist, great hips and ass, long lean legs. She’s as naked as he is, her wrists bound behind her back with leather cuffs, her ankles secured together with similar bindings. For all of that, she’s sleeping contentedly, a slight smile gracing her lips. Spatters of dried cum mar her skin from her thighs to her face, but she seems blissfully indifferent to it.

Savuriel feels his blood go cold, and his head sinks into his hands. “What have I done?” he murmurs. The girl - Marjana - was his charge. Her life and purity were given to him to protect after her father made a sizeable donation to his order’s coffers. Unfortunately, the girl was a cruel, spoiled brat who had grown more and more insufferable from the day of her coming of age until…

Until the night her constant taunting made him snap. His cheek still stung from her slap by the time he’d gotten her bound hand and foot and raced out of her family’s estate with her draped across the back of his horse like luggage. Until he’d brought her out into this unexplored wilderness, up to this plateau where they’d likely never be found. Until he ripped her clothes to shreds. Until he bent her over a convenient log and raped her virginity away. She’d screamed in pain at first, but later…later she’d screamed for different reasons. Even bound, she threw herself at him, demanding to be fucked again and again. He’d complied, taking her hard every way she could be taken, until they’d both passed out. Now…

“What have I done?” Savuriel groaned, wondering why he’d snapped, what had brought out of him the things he’d done to Marjana. What did she do to deserve it, he wondered.

Some part of him scoffed, and said, what didn’t she do to deserve it? Years of petty cruelties, growing more vicious as she got older. Looking up at her again, he thought back, to one event in particular. Nothing special about it, except it happened to spring to mind just then…

The ring of cutlery on crystal chimed through the great hall, bringing the buzz of conversation to a halt as the Lord Threnhold rose from his seat. A tall, sturdy man in his late middle years, Threnhold held up his hands for silence. “Honored guests!” he boomed, his naturally deep voice pitched to carry to all in attendance, “I bid you all welcome, and I thank the esteemed Lady Marjana for gracing my home with her legendary beauty!”

Savuriel glanced at his charge as the guests applauded for her. Marjana, a raven-haired knockout with cold green eyes, lounged indolently to Savuriel’s right, lush figure in the first full bloom of womanhood practically spilling from the deep purple gown she wore. Full, slightly outsized lips quirked upwards in condescending amusement. She rose to accept the accolades, every male eye and not a few female ones riveted on her every movement. “Thank you for your kind words, my lord,” she purred when the applause finally died down, “and thank you for your most generous hospitality. You’ve provided us with every comfort gold can buy.”

There was another round of applause, but more muted, and a few suppressed snickers, and Threnhold‘s smile wavered slightly. The original Threnhold line had died out nearly a century ago, and the current lord was a successful merchant who had bought the rights to the land and the title. Marjana’s comment could be taken as a veiled insult - knowing Marjana as he did, Savuriel was almost certain the insult had been intentional. Nevertheless, the man pressed on bravely. “Nonsense. It was the least I could do for one whom my daughter serves so loyally.”

Savuriel glanced left to the girl in question, who blushed appealingly. Charlotte, Threnhold’s daughter, was of an age with Marjana. She couldn’t compete with Marjana’s aristocratic beauty, but she was certainly not repulsive by any means. Sav considered the pretty, freckled, brown haired, brown eyed young woman to be the only breath of fresh air in what was otherwise a coven of catty, vindictive bitches. She was more lean and athletic than Marjana, and was the only one of her coterie who engaged in anything like what Sav considered useful pursuits - reading when the others performed needlework, practicing fencing when the others listened to minstrels, riding horseback when the others allowed themselves to be toted around on litters, and so on.

The arrangement was beneficial to both sides. Marjana’s family accepted a fair bit of money from Lord Threnhold, and Charlotte gained exposure to the suitors who came calling on Marjana, improving her chances of making a good match with well-pedigreed nobility. “I’m pleased to finally be able to share my home with you, my lady,” she said.

Sav noted a young blond man smile at the pretty girl from across the table. It took him a moment to remember the man’s name. Wilhelm, that was it! Eldest son of a proud lineage that had fallen on hard times, Wilhelm, like so many others, had come to pay suit to Marjana. The man was no fool, so Savuriel surmised he’d realistically summed up his chances with his charge and set his sights on a more attainable goal. Judging from the way Charlotte smiled back at him, his chances with her seemed good. The soft hiss of breath rushing past clenched teeth made Savuriel glance back to his right. Marjana had returned to her seat, her features composed, but her eyes glaring coldly at Charlotte. The baron’s daughter, he knew, was cruel and sensitive to perceived slights. He wondered why Charlotte drew such a look, but the musicians began to play, and Marjana turned to watch them caper and play, smiling delightedly, the flash of hate no longer apparent.

A pale, slender, dark haired young man with a duelling scar across his left cheek approaches and kneels next to Marjana. “My lady,” he says, offering her his hand, “Will you grant me the honor of dancing with me?”

Marjana smiles at the man and accepts his hand. “Of course, Matthias!” she agrees, rising, “I would like nothing better.”

After the feast, Marjana entertained her ladies-in-waiting and a small assortment of suitors in her chambers, turned over to her by Lord Threnhold for the duration of her stay. Charlotte, reading a book of some sort as is her wont, sat with Lucille, a small, thin blond, and Cynthia, a redheaded young widow with a figure even more lush than Marjana’s. Sav found Lucille pretty enough, but considered her a vapid syncophant who agreed with anything Marjana wanted. Cynthia, on the other hand, shared Marjana’s taste for manipulation.

“You play beautifully, Wilhelm,” Marjana coos coyly, sending her girls to giggling.

Wilhelm looks up from his guitar, a lovely instrument, clearly old and well-cared for. “Thank you, my lady,” he murmurs, fingers dancing along the guitar’s strings, sending forth silvery notes. On the floor next to him sat Yohan and Phillipe, twin brothers who were both dumb as rocks, but were big and handsome and came from a wealthy family, and Matthias lay sprawled across a nearby bench, posing for Marjana’s benefit.

Savuriel simply stood against the wall behind Marjana’s chair, unmoving and unnoticed. He preferred it that way, as Marjana’s cohorts tended to annoy him more when they took note of him.

Marjana leans forward, leaning her dainty chin on one delicate hand. “Can you play a love ballad, Wilhelm?”

Wilhelm glances at Marjana, then his gaze seeks out Charlotte. “If I’m suitably inspired, I can.”

Charlotte looks up from her book, her spectacles giving her a studious air, and favors Wilhelm with a dazzling smile, and the tune to a popular ballad fills the air. Lucille sighs with delight, but Savuriel notices Marjana go rigid for a moment. His eyes narrow - he’s well acquainted with how vicious Marjana can be when the mood strikes her, and tenses himself, aware trouble might break out if she acts impulsively. However, she lets out a breath and her form relaxes. Savuriel relaxes as well, but remains wary.

Wilhelm plays well into the evening, Charlotte paying rapt attention, the other women feigning attention, the twins just looking bored, and Matthias pretending to doze, but too poised to sell it. Eventually, Wilhelm sets down his guitar, covers his mouth, and yawns. “Milady,” he says, addressing Marjana, “I’m afraid I grow weary, and must beg your indulgence. May I withdraw for the evening?”

Marjana affects a disappointed air. “It rends my heart to be deprived of your playing, but the hour does grow late. You have my leave to withdraw.”

Charlotte snaps her book shut and springs to her feet. “Milady, may I have your leave to withdraw as well?”

Savuriel recognizes the anger in Marjana’s slight narrowing of her eyes, but her voice remains aloof. “As you wish, Charlotte.”

Wilhelm rises, and he and Charlotte exchange eager smiles as she takes his arm and the two of them exit the chambers. Marjana thinks for a moment, then says, “I grow weary. The rest of you, leave me as well.” Predatory grins spread across the twins’ faces, the two of them openly appraising Lucille and Cynthia. Matthias’ eyes snap open and he sits up, also considering the two ladies-in-waiting. Savuriel start to wonder if one or both of the twins will be found dead in the morning when Marjana speaks again. “Matthias, you stay.”

Cynthia quickly suppresses a flash of disappointment as she files out with the others. The looks the twins give the two ladies-in-waiting are so openly carnal, Savuriel instinctively finds himself reaching for his sword. However, he is only charged with preserving Marjana’s purity until marriage, not that of any of her attendants, and he’s unable to leave her unattended while she yet entertains a male guest. Lucille and Cynthia will just have to take their chances, he muses, imagining what the twins have in store for them and finding himself grow mildly aroused.

As soon as the chamber doors close, Marjana rises, arms crossed under her ample breasts, clearly seething with anger. “That bitch!” she snaps, “How dare that little slut seduce Wilhelm away from me like that! I’ve yet to select who I wish to take on as husband, she has no right to one of my suitors!”

Matthias rises and glides behind Marjana, resting his hands lightly on her bare shoulders. “Sshh,” he soothes, “I’m sure she means no offense. Besides, I can’t imagine you would select Wilhelm when you have so much more suitable choices.”

You mean yourself, Savuriel thinks, eyeing the young bravo carefully, in case his intervention becomes necessary.

“Offense may not have been intended, but it was given nonetheless,” Marjana hisses, “Such treachery demands…admonishment. Her scowl softens to a thoughtful frown, then to a malicious grin. She turns to face Matthias, taking his hands in hers. “Matthias, my love,” she coos, “There’s something I want you to do for me.”

Matthias cocks an eyebrow upwards, a smile creeping across his face. “What is that, my lady?”

Marjana tells Matthias what she wants him to do. It takes a fair bit of time.

Matthias smiles eagerly. “If I do as you ask, will you in return pledge your hand to mine?”

Marjana rolls her eyes. “Oh please! I’m not asking you to slay a dragon on my behalf!”

His eyes narrow intently. “What, then, do you offer me?”

Marjana frowns again, slightly miffed, and releases Matthias’ hands as she kneels down before him. Her hands unlace the front of his trousers, dainty fingers dipping in to withdraw the man’s cock, the member stiffening to long and slender erectness under her delicate touch. She looks up at Matthias, one finger supporting his cockhead at lip level, and arches her eyebrow seductively. “Will you do as I ask?” she demands.

Matthias drops his hands to Marjana’s head. “Agreed. Now finish what you started.”

Marjana grins triumphantly and takes Matthias’s cockhead into her mouth, expanding from a kiss at the tip to wrap her crimson-painted lips around that mushroom head, Savuriel making no move to intervene, unmarried ladies in this society encouraged to practice oral sex upon reaching adulthood. Her cheeks dimple as she slowly suctions Matthias’ veiny rod into her mouth, until her nose is nestled in his bush of wiry hair.

The sharp hiss of Matthias sucking in his breath through his teeth cuts the silence of the room, and his hands grasp Marjana’s ebony locks, taking control of her actions, forcing her head to bob back and forth on his cock. She gives a frustrated whimper but sucks doggedly, coaxing him closer and closer to climax. One of her hands reaches up to caress and fondle his testicles, drawing a crooning sigh out of him. The other slips down between her legs, hiking up her skirt so she can caress her silk-clad sex, which is already damp with excitement. She emits more whimpers, lust-tinged little moans that betray her mounting excitement.

Marjana’s aroused mewlings are cut off by muffled gagging as Matthias forces her to take his cock into her throat. Her eyes widen and after a few moments she begins to flap her hands frantically. Matthias eases her back, allowing her to catch her breath, then crams her head down his shaft again, repeating the process over and over, fucking her mouth roughly, his groans growing more and more strained and urgent with each repetition. Looking panicky, Marjana glances at Savuriel, but he avoids her gaze, leaving her at Matthias’ questionable mercy.

Matthias’ restrained shout heralds the coming end of Marjana’s ordeal, as he thrust his hips forward, forcing her mouth down as far as he could. She gagged and spluttered while his seed jetted into her throat, for what Sav thought was quite a long time. Just

before he thought Marjana might retch, he pulls his cock out of her mouth, still spurting. His last burst of jism shoots onto Marjana’s face. Cold fury frosts her glare, but she accepts the humiliation meekly, not struggling against his grip. Finally, his lust sated and his member starting to wilt, he releases the young noblewoman’s hair to tuck his cock back into his trousers.

Remaining in her kneeling position, not even deigning to wipe the cum from her face, Marjana glances coolly up at Matthias. “Remember our bargain,” she commands.

Matthias nods languidly. “Of course, my lady. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have preparations to make.” Without waiting for her response, he strides to the chamber door and lets himself out.

An annoyed growl emits from Marjana’s lips. “Ugh! Arrogant ass! He’s lucky I need him for now. She glances at Savuriel, her lips pursing coyly. “What about you, Savuriel? As long as I’m already down here, would you like me to service you as I just did Matthias?”

Savuriel feels his erect cock straining painfully in the confines of his trousers, some part of him wanting nothing so much as what she proposes. He maintains an impassive mien, though, not replying. He knows Marjana uses the talent of her mouth to manipulate males, and cannot afford to give her that kind of influence over him.

Realizing she’s not going to get the reaction she wants from her guard, Marjana sighs and rises to her feet. “I’m retiring for the evening,” she announces, turning her back on Savuriel and gliding to the bedroom, the door booming as she slams it shut. Savuriel sighs and seeks his bed, pondering what to do about Marjana’s intentions.

The following morning, Marjana rose unusually early and was uncharacteristically eager to set out, continuing the tour of noble houses intended to announce her eligibility to be bonded. Ordinarily, she would dawdle until late morning, but this time she had her entourage and caravan leaving the gates of Castle Threnhold only about an hour after dawn. She seemed curiously focused on the journey as well, not allowing any stops until nearly midday, when the caravan reached a crossroads. The main feature distinguishing the crossroads was a large, flat boulder, roughly the size of a dinner table, with rusting but sturdy-looking iron rings bolted onto the stone surface in various places.

Marjana orders her carriage to halt and steps out onto the grass, wobbling a little on her high heels on the uneven ground, red silk dress clinging to her curvaceous form. “Charlotte,” she asks as her ladies-in-waiting step out of the carriage, “What is this place?”

Charlotte, uncommonly fetching in a clinging green velvet dress, peers at Marjana over her spectacles for a moment. “Well, this place is known as the Rape Rock. According to local folklore, the iron rings were originally placed onto the stone some 500 years ago, when the lord of these lands punished a treacherous adult daughter by having her bound here to be used by any who saw fit. Afterwards, it became a common practice for the previous holders of these lands to fabricate criminal charges against any comely female that happened to catch their eye and take her here to…take her.” She flushes slightly at the implications of the tale.

Marjana eyes the iron-adorned boulder as her servants spread a blanket and cushions for her to recline on and begin preparing the midday repast. “Really? 500 years? And so little rust!” Her syncophants, Lucille and Cynthia, glide to either side of Marjana, and her suitors dismount their horses to join them as well, listening keenly to Charlotte’s recitation.

Charlotte shrugged. “The rings were well cared for by retainers of the previous lineage. The place only fell into disuse when my grandfather first became lord of these lands, some fifty years ago.”

Marjana eases herself down to lounge amid her nest of cushions. “Made to punish treachery, was it?” she purrs malevolently, “How appropriate, as that is exactly what I have in mind for it right now!”

Charlotte’s face scrunches up in a puzzled frown for a moment, then she gasps in astonishment as the two dumb twins, Yohan and Phillipe, seize her arms and pin them behind her back. “What? How dare you! Let me go!” she demands, more outraged than afraid, but a fearful tremor creeps into her voice.

The twins laugh in eerie unison as they produce pre-cut lengths of rope and begin skillfully binding Charlotte’s arms behind her back. Matthias, standing off to one side, caresses the hilt of his rapier with one finger as Wilhelm recovers from the momentary shock of seeing the twins suddenly manhandle Charlotte. His hand goes to his sword hilt, and he begins to approach. “Cretins!” he bellows, “Unhand…”

Before Wilhelm can take more than two steps, Savuriel intercepts him, driving a brutal punch just below his sternum. Wilhelm wheezes as the air is forced out of his lungs by the blow, and folds in half. Savuriel’s tail sweeps his feet out from under him, and he delivers two swift stomps, one to each wrist. Bones crack audibly and Wilhelm howls with pain.

Matthias appears nonplussed by this development for a moment, and Marjana briefly fixes Savuriel with a livid stare. However, Charlotte’s indignant protests draw her attention again, and a wicked, anticipatory smile creeps across her features. The twins have bound Charlotte both at the wrists and elbows, wrenching her shoulders back painfully and forcing her to thrust her breasts out. The two of them have already started fondling her velvet-clad orbs, making her shriek and writhe ineffectually in her bonds.

“Not so fast, boys,” Marjana coos, “Everything in its own time. I want her stripped first before you do anything else!”

“Marjana!” Charlotte gasps as the twins rend her dress and undergarments from her, exposing her soft, pale flesh for all to see. Her breasts sway alluringly as she struggles, her areolas and nipples larger than Savuriel had expected. “I don’t understand. I’m your retainer, why would you do this to me?”

Marjana sniffs and points her nose regally skyward. “A loyal retainer does not poach one’s suitors. You will now suffer your land’s traditional penalty for treachery such as yours!”

Even in her current precarious situation, Charlotte couldn’t help but gasp with outrage. “Oh, please! You never would have accepted his proposal, even if he did offer you his hand!”

“Marjana,” Lucille intones nasally, “Have the twins gag her, so we don’t have to continue to listen to her smart mouth!”

“Indeed,” Marjana agrees, withdrawing a small vial of bluish liquid from her bodice and holding it out for Lucille to take, “But first, give her this.”

Charlotte stopped struggling for a moment to stare at the vial as Lucille took it and, smirking, rose and brought it to the twins. “What’s that?” Charlotte demanded.

“A lust potion,” Marjana sneered, “It doesn’t alter your thought processes or make you any more attracted to anyone than you ordinarily would be. However, it does heighten your body’s responses to…”

“Stimuli,” Cynthia offered helpfully.

“Yes, that’s it, stimuli,” Marjana agreed, “It will make your body very responsive to the boys, even if your mind is not.”

“Why you evil bitch!” Charlotte snarls, “Don’t you dare…!” Her protests are cut off by Yohan grabbing her hair and forcing her head back, and Phillipe forcing her mouth open so Lucille can pour the contents of the vial down her throat. Phillipe immediately clamps one of his hands over Charlotte’s mouth and pinches her nose shut, giving her no choice but to swallow the liquid. Charlotte thrashes ineffectually, but with no chance of fighting off the twins even if she hadn’t been bound, has no choice but to ingest the potion, which takes immediate obvious effect, her areolas tightening, her nipples hardening, and her netherlips beginning to glisten.

Phillipe keeps Charlotte from breathing until she begins to thrash frantically, then releases her mouth. She gasps in a lungful of air, but as she does Yohan pops a black leather ballgag into her mouth. She squeals indignantly, but Phillipe gets it buckled down before she can spit it out again. She protests vociferously, but the black leather ball between her lips muffles her words into indistinctness.

“D…damn you!” Wilhelm gasps, struggling for air, “Release her at - oof!” Savuriel cuts off Wilhelm’s demand with a sharp kick to the ribs, forcing the air out of him again.

Marjana spares an irritated glance at Wilhelm. “Savuriel, keep him quiet.” A wicked smile returns to her lips when she returns her attention to Charlotte and the twins. “Boys,” she purrs, leaning forward in eager anticipation, “Get her up there on that stone, and get her spread out for some fun.”

Wearing identical feral grins, Yohan and Phillipe lift Charlotte up by her arms and carry her to the iron-adorned boulder, her feet flailing ineffectually several inches from the ground. The twins put her none-too-gently on top of the boulder, Yohan forcing her back onto the flat top and securing her in place with a short length of rope, one end tied around her neck and the other around one of the rusting iron rings. While he is doing that, Phillipe busies himself tying her ankles to iron rings to either side of her body, spreading her legs until they are almost parallel with the edge of the stone. Charlotte struggles against her bonds as they step back, but has neither the strength nor leverage to break her bonds, her only accomplishment being to make her body jiggle and sway enticingly. The pants of the twins and Matthias tent noticeably, and even Savuriel feels himself start to get aroused.

Matthias starts to step forward, grinning in anticipation and beginning to unlace his trousers, but before he can get it out, Marjana says, “Wait a minute, boys.” He stops and glances at her questioningly. She grins, and adds, “Why don’t you let my ladies in waiting warm her up a bit. It’ll be more fun if her body is more…receptive to you.”

Matthias and the twins step back, nodding their approval as Cynthia and Lucille approach Charlotte. Charlotte thrashes her head and strains against the ropes, but is unable to prevent her two erstwhile companions from falling upon her helpless body. Cynthia leans over the side of the boulder to get at Charlotte’s breasts, caressing and tweaking her nipples with both hands, her mouth suckling gently at the nearer of those sensitive peaks. Lucille squats down in front Charlotte, her mouth descending to her smooth netherlips, tongue teasing up and down before darting within. Within minutes, Charlotte’s muffled protests turn into wanton moans, her body arching and writhing to press herself harder against the mouths of her two tormentors, though her eyes still glare at them furiously.

Marjana allows her two cohorts to tongue and tease Charlotte for perhaps ten minutes before calling them off. “Ladies, that’s enough. I think she’s ready now. Boys? Have you worked out who’s going first?”

Matthias smirks as he discards his clothes, stepping naked before Charlotte, laying his long thick shaft on her vulnerable sexlips. He rubs the underside of his erection along that sopping, needy slit as he leans over her prone form. “What do you think, Charlotte? Do you need this now?”

“Fnmm ynmm!” Charlotte snarls in reply, which Savuriel takes to mean “Fuck you!”, but her hips convulse upwards, eloquently demonstrating her body’s desire.

Matthias laughs at Charlotte and slides the head of his cock down to nestle in the cleft of her netherlips, teasing her with a few just-shy of penetration prods. She moans and bucks with each tease, eyes rolling back and shutting tight. Then, Matthias thrusts in earnest, hilting herself into Charlotte’s flesh with one swift stroke. Charlotte’s eyes fly wide open and she squeals, her body arching off the flat surface of the stone to meet Matthias’ thrust.

Once fully hilted in Charlotte’s sex, Matthias pauses, leering down at the bound girl underneath him. Charlotte’s eyes flash angrily, but her hips twitch impatiently, her body trying to hump itself onto his cock. Only after she starts groaning in frustration does he relent and continue what he started, torturing her by fucking her slowly. Charlotte closes her eyes in shame and moans wantonly, body writhing in her bonds, her skin starting to flush and glisten with sweat.

Eventually, Matthias’ desire overcomes his cruelty, and he begins to fuck Charlotte faster, pistoning her at a vigorous rate. Charlotte moans and bucks underneath him, as helpless to control the reactions of her body as she is to free herself from her bonds. Her lust peaks first, she bucks up hard and issues a long, muffle shriek. That sends Matthais over the edge with a shout, thrusting into her hard, his orgasm exploding into her as hers convulses around his shaft.

Matthias keeps his cock speared into Charlotte’s pussy until both of their orgasms pass, leaving her gasping and blinking dazedly as he withdraws, his shaft starting to wilt, a mix of nectar and semen dribbling out of Charlotte’s sex and onto the unyielding stone. Before Charlotte has a chance to gather her wits, the twins, already disrobed and aroused descend upon her, Yohan taking Matthais’s place, Phillipe approaching from the other side. Without preamble, Yohan crams his cock into Charlotte’s waiting pussy and starts pounding her hard. Charlotte’s eyes snap open in surprise, squealing in protest but then starting to moan with need again. Phillipe removes Charlotte’s ballgag, freeing her to moan loudly, but only for a moment, as he grabs her hair with both hands and stuffs his erection into Charlotte’s open mouth. Her eyes flare with hate, but her lips wrap around Phillipe’s shaft and her mouth suckles greedily. Phillipe quickly assumes the same pace as Yohan, fucking Charlotte’s mouth as ruthlessly as his brother pounds her cunt.

Charlotte moans and gags under the dual assault, her breasts jiggling lewdly with each dual thrust. Nearing a second peak, she starts to let out short yips, muffled by Phillipe’s shaft. A strained cry signals the onset of her second unwanted orgasm. Yohan hilts himself fully within her sex and sends another wave of semen pouring into her depths. Phillipe abruptly pulls his cock out of her mouth, seed already spewing, and covers her face with sticky jism.

Once fully sated, the twins step away from Charlotte, who feebly picks her head up. “Well,” she says, voice strained, “That was a little slice of heaven. We done now?”

Savuriel inwardly applauded her spirit, but also winced at her brashness. He noticed with displeasure the look that passed between Marjana and Matthias, and the young man stepped forward again, erection growing once more.

“Not quite,” Matthias said in response to Charlotte’s question as he untied her feet, sliding her off the stone. She looked puzzled until her feet were about to touch the ground. Then, Matthias turned her around and bent her over the boulder, holding her in place with one hand so that her toes were barely touching the ground. She cries out hoarsely as Matthias’ cock splits her pussy once more, moaning in time with his thrusts.

“Oh! I have to…ooh!…hand it…uuh!…to you…ergh!…Marjana! That stuff…aah!…works! OOH! Matthias, you…ee!…really know…unh!…how to romance…AAH!…a girl!” Charlotte grunts out as Matthias fucks her.

“Just getting warmed up, Charlotte!” Matthias replies huskily, suddenly withdrawing from her sex.

Charlotte twists to look behind her, confused. Then, Matthias shifts his stance, bringing the head of his cock to nestle on her rosebud. Her eyes fly wide with sudden fright. “No no! Don’t, please! I never…AAAH!”

Charlotte’s scream is drawn out by Matthias brutally thrusting his cock up her ass. Not pausing to give her a chance to regroup or adjust, he immediately begins savagely ass-fucking her. Charlotte struggles hard, wailing in pain with every thrust, but she’s in a hopeless position - arms still bound behind her back, bent over unyielding stone, her feet able only to flail ineffectually at the ground they can barely touch. She shakes her head, kicks her feet, and fights against her bonds, but can do nothing to stop Matthias’ ravaging.

Even under this brutal reaming, the potion the twins force-fed Charlotte must have still been having an effect on her, because her cries gradually change from pained screeches to wanton moans, her hips starting to buck up into Matthias’ thrusts instead of twitching away. Suddenly, she stiffens and cries out, and spasms against her bonds and Matthias’ body as she is once more rocked by waves of unwanted ecstasy. Matthias gasps and pulls his cock out of her ass, spilling his seed onto her back. Once spent, he steps away and returns to Marjana’s side. Exhausted, Charlotte collapses to the ground beside the boulder, covered in sweat and jism, cum trickling from her cunt and ass, with a bit of blood mingled in.

Marjana rose from her cushions and favored Matthias with a light kiss. “Thank you, my darling. Now, Charlotte, do you have anything else to say?”

Charlotte looked up at Marjana, eyes blazing with undisguised hate, but allowing her actions to be guided by prudence, she kept her mouth closed and lowered her gaze again.

Marjana grinned smugly. “Good,” she says, “I’m sure you’re bright enough to figure this out on your own, but just to make sure there’s no misunderstanding, your services are no longer required. This has been lovely, but it’s time we were going.” She raises her arms and claps her hands, servants springing into action to collect the blankets and pillows she’d been reclining on. “Savuriel, stay long enough to deal with this,” she adds as she glides to her carriage, “then catch up.” She smirks wickedly at him. “Take all the time you need, if you want to…take advantage of the situation.”

Savuriel admits to being very tempted, to himself at least. However, though Marjana was keeping a cool appearance, he didn’t dare leave her alone with temptation for very long. Besides, he muses, there are others who deserve to be bound to that boulder more than Charlotte did. Unbidden, a mental image of Marjana, tied and splayed upon the unyielding stone, springs to mind, the sudden arousal it produces extreme enough to make him slightly dizzy.

It only takes a few moments for the rest of the party to pack up and depart, leaving Savuriel alone with Wilhelm and Charlotte. Wordlessly, he picks up the young nobleman, then goes to Charlotte’s aid. “Why did you interfere?” Wilhelm demands, voice full of agonized fury, “I could have stopped this! I could have…”

“Wilhelm,” Charlotte rasps as Savuriel cuts the ropes binding her, “He saved your life. Matthias would have killed you if he’d let you interfere.”

Wilhelm ceases his protest, his expression growing thoughtful. “Matthias does have a reputation as a dangerous duelist, but…”

“No buts, Wilhelm,” Charlotte interrupts, “He’s a hardened killer, you’re not. He’d have slain you without a thought, then raped me to celebrate. Isn’t that right, Savuriel?”

The drak sen nods. “Marjana concocted this whole thing to punish Charlotte,” he explains, “She wanted her to see Matthias kill you before setting he and the twins on her.”

Wilhelm thinks that over for a moment. “But…because you made it impossible for me to fight a duel…”

“It would have just been murder in front of a dozen witnesses,” Charlotte finishes for him, gathering her shredded clothing and further tearing the fabric into strips with which to bind Wilhelm‘s injured wrists, “and not even Matthias would do that.”

Wilhelm spends a moment chewing over that one, then offers Savuriel his hand. “It appears I owe you my thanks,” he says stiffly.

Savuriel looks away, feeling his face grow hot with embarrassment. “I did little enough. I couldn’t interfere too directly without undermining what little control over Marjana I have. As it is, she’ll probably think I was trying to curry favor, not rein in one of her excesses.”

Charlotte finishes binding Wilhelm’s wrists, then rests her hands on Savuriel’s chest and, much to his astonishment, stands on her toes to kiss his cheek. “You did enough for now,” she says, “And I think, one day, you’ll do much more.”

Savuriel shakes his head. “There’s nothing else I can do for you.”

Charlotte smiles. “We’ll see.” She flushes and groans, one hand slipping between her legs to stroke her pussy lips. “That potion they forced down my throat is still making me crazy. Wilhelm…” She favors the young noble with a smoldering look. “Do you think you can help me with that?”

Wilhelm smiles. “The drak broke my wrists, not my manhood. Savuriel, if you wouldn’t mind granting my lady and I some privacy?”

Savuriel smiles and pivots on his heels, turning his back on the two lovers and striding to his horse, riding away to the sound of Charlotte’s heated groans...

A murmur from Marjana brings Savuriel back to the here-and-now. “Ooh, horny gods, did last night happen?” She sits up, blinks sleepily at Savuriel, tugs briefly at her bindings, and smiles wickedly. “Oh good, it did. Gods, I needed last night!” She looks him up and down speculatively. “So did you, I wager. We should get back before our absence stirs up too much talk. I’ll keep you on as my personal guard when I marry that old fool my father selected for me. He can barely stay awake for more than an hour, much less perform a husband’s duty, so we’ll have plenty of opportunities for more of what we did last night. Perhaps in the dungeon, that would be soo decadent, wouldn’t it?”

For a moment, Savuriel just cannot believe Marjana’s gall. She actually believes he’ll stay in her service while she has a secret that could ruin him, even get him hanged. If he stayed in her service, he’d never be able to deny her the slightest thing. He thinks about the other poor souls who have fallen into Marjana’s orbit, the pain she’s caused, the lives she’s ruined. She manipulated Matthias into taking on a duel to the death he had no chance of winning. She ruined Lucille’s family and got her sold into slavery, persuaded Yohan and Phillipe to rape and murder Cynthia, then got them hanged for the crime. Always, there were new sycophants eager to cozy up to the rich, gorgeous heiress, always new playthings to be used and discarded as she saw fit. Savuriel supposed most of those fools only got what was coming to them, but then there were the odd decent folk who had the misfortune to stumble into Marjana’s web, people like Charlotte and Wilhelm, who had no recourse but to live in the aftermath of her passing.

Savuriel found himself glaring coldly at Marjana as she nattered on about her plans, thinking someone ought to make her pay for the things she’s done.

Why not me? he thought. What have I got to lose? I certainly can’t go back after what I’ve already done.

Abruptly, the drak rises, jerking Marjana to her feet. “Hey, not so hard!” she snaps, “You need to release me anyway, so we can head back! Savuriel? Are you listening to me? Ow, Savuriel, what are you doing?”

Not paying her any mind, Savuriel throws Marjana over his shoulder and strides to where he left his horse tethered, retrieving some rope and a dagger from his saddlebag, then making a beeline for a great sprawling oak, its lower branches hanging just over his head, thick and stout. He loops the rope over a convenient branch and ties one end around Marjana’s bound wrists. He then pulls hard on the other end, jerking her arms up into a painful strappado, forcing her to bend at the waist and rise up onto her toes to keep her arms in their sockets.

“Ow! Aaah!” Marjana shrieks, “Okay, I guess we have time for more fun, but could you let me down a little? Sav?”

Savuriel ties off the rope to another branch and walks away. Finding a suitable sapling, he cuts it down at the base and returns to where he’s left Marjana tied, almost dangling, trimming the branches and peeling the bark to make a three foot rod. Marjana eyes the sapling he’s peeling, and swallows nervously. “Sav,” she says, her voice trembling, “What are you doing?”

Savuriel finishes peeling the bark off the switch he’s made and lays the green wood across Marjana’s upturned ass. “Remember Charlotte and Wilhelm?” he asks lightly.

Marjana cranes her head around to shoot Savuriel a puzzled look. “Charlotte and Wilhelm? What have they got to do with…” Understanding dawns across her face, followed by real fear. “Ooh, this is going to hurt, isn’t it?”

Savuriel feels himself smirk, and the rod seems to rise of its own accord. He brings it down across Marjana’s vulnerable tush, not as hard as he can, but hard enough to produce a sharp crack when wood strikes flesh. Marjana, never in her life punished for anything until now, screams as though the scourges of hell were laying into her.

Savuriel feels himself growing aroused, and he strikes Marjana with the rod again. Her cry is the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard in his life.

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