Just that physical contact alone was enough to send his brain into overdrive. This girl was the real demoness of the two female slaves, why else would her every touch cause me so much ecstasy? The girl moved her long dark fingers slowly and then put the dick in her mouth, her head instantly bopping up and down.
His wife was good, but she lacked emotions, the queen was good, but she lacked experience, Haelkrie was better, but she was too submissive. However, this...this girl was dominating him brutally!
She sucked him off loudly, throwing his brain into overdrive, normally it took him half an hour before Cumming but in just under twenty seconds as the girl sucked him wet, he was gloriously spraying everything on her face and continued sprouting some more like an endless milk fountain.
He expected the girl to stop but she continued as she then moved her warm soft breast and rubbed them slowly against his dick, forcing out more of the splendid liquid from him brutally. Arthur had never felt so good before. It wasn't long before the carriage to begin moving erratically as his moans travelled into the ears of the knights and his children. Arthur never knew he was enjoying it to that extent until violent knocks sounded on the carriage door. He had been interrupted before when kissing Haelkrie, but this interruption now greatly angered him more than ever. Even now Dahlia was still sucking his dick not even caring about the interruption, this caused his response to appear extremely hoarse than angered.
"Who the fuck is there!"
"It's Colonel Haelkrie, in case you didn't notice the entire camp is aware of your activities, including your children". This was what finally snapped the general out of his mind. He pushed Dahlia away; the girl's head flew back as she threw him a mocking gaze.
This was her plan all along, no wonder she sucked me so deviously. The general felt ashamed he had been fooled by her, though he couldn't get angry, she had made him feel in a few minutes what he'd never felt in decades. But for tricking him he was going to punish her, nevertheless.
…..
The naked woman, shivering on the cold bare floor, couldn't stop her body from trembling as her gaze shifted between the colonel's fierce eyes and the baton in her hand.
"Please... I didn't—" she began, her voice breaking, but the colonel's cold expression cut her off.
"Save your breath," the colonel snapped. "You thought you could seduce the general, didn't you? Now you'll learn what happens to those who cross him." Her voice was steady, devoid of empathy as if she'd performed this duty countless times before. This was a job meant for any of the other guards but she didn't trust their judgement with this demoness, if she could seduce a full blown general what more a mere knight… she was just jealous as well. Never in her life had she ever made the general moan like that.
The colonel grabbed Dahlia's arm roughly, pulling her to her feet. Dahlia grimaced and attempted to defend herself with her free hand, but the colonel's grip was like iron, unyielding and unforgiving.
"Move," the colonel ordered, giving her a shove towards the campfire where the others were gathered. The woman stumbled forward, her legs weak and unsteady, barely able to hold herself up.
The colonel pushed her towards the anticipating knights, her grip still tight on the woman's arm. "This is Dahlia," she announced loudly, her voice echoing in the oppressive silence. "This slave's battle status has been temporarily revoked, after defiling the general she has been lowered to a sex slave, that would be her punishment." She let go of Dahlia's arm and stepped back, leaving her exposed to the room.
The men grinned cruelly as they started drawing closer, forming a circle around her, to them this was a once in a lifetime feast, they were meant to be noble knights and safeguards afterall.
….
The caravan faced intense heat as it travelled over the wide plains.
Virgo had been growing more restless with each passing hour. Her hunger, the curse placed upon her, was becoming harder to ignore. Omen had noticed the signs—the way her eyes lingered a little too long on the male knights, even on him as well, the subtle changes in her breathing, the way she clenched her fists to keep herself steady. Finally, on the third day, her resolve began to break. She approached Omen with a strange intensity in her eyes, a mix of desperation and cunning that set him on alert.
"I need to feed," she said, her voice strained but determined.
Omen regarded her with a cautious expression, his eyes narrowing slightly. He knew what the general wanted—it wasn't just about feeding Virgo. The bastard was desperately trying to redeem himself after the stunt he pulled on Dahlia. So now that the disgrace was revealed Omen would have to satisfy his fellow slave.
Virgo's lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "I'm not asking for your abilities," she replied. "Not directly, anyway. There's a way you can feed me without giving up anything of value. I've seen you heal from wounds before—Richard's blade barely scratched you before your flesh knitted itself back together. You have more than one ability, don't you?"
Omen's expression remained guarded. "What's your point?" he asked cautiously.
"There's a method," Virgo explained, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It allows me to draw what I need without taking anything specific from you—just your energy, your essence. It won't harm you, and it won't give me your abilities. It's like… tapping into a well without draining it dry."
Omen listened carefully, weighing her words. He was already on speaking terms with Virgo, but his past experiences with seductive women had taught him to be wary. They were manipulative, deceitful, using their charm to bend others to their will, Anna was even among the first. He wasn't about to let himself be ensnared so easily.
"How long do you have before you begin to wither?" he asked, his voice void of any warmth. His eyes were like ice, locking onto Virgo's with a hardness that could cut steel.
Virgo hesitated, her usual confidence shaken by his close gaze. If Omen failed to provide her with fertiliser, the repercussions may be severe. It was something she desperately sought to avoid.
"A day," she admitted quietly. "Maybe two, if I push it. But after that, the curse will begin to take hold. I'll start to weaken, and if I go too long…" She didn't need to finish the sentence. They both knew what would happen.
Omen turned away, his mind racing. "Curse the general," he muttered under his breath He glanced back at Virgo, "And there is only one way?" he asked even though he already knew the answer.
Virgo shook her head, her expression solemn.
"Fine," he said at last, his voice a low growl. Inwardly though he had a mischievous smile.
…..
Virgo's hands trembled as she held the small bottle Omen had given her. The dense white stuff within sloshed slightly as she peered at it, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and cautious optimism. She looked up at Omen, searching for any sign of deceit, but his expression stayed the same, his gaze impenetrable.
"How did you do it?" she enquired, her tone tinged with suspicion and curiosity. The fluid in the bottle was genuine; she sensed its potency and the curse's tug on her to drink it. But something about this still felt off
Omen didn't answer. He simply turned and left the carriage, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He wasn't going to explain himself; that much was clear. As Virgo watched him leave, her grasp on the drink tightened. She did not have much choice. The curse was persistent, and as the day progressed, it became increasingly intolerable.
With a defeated sigh, she uncorked the bottle and placed it on her lips. The odour was unmistakable, strong and natural sending shivers down her spine while intensifying the curse she bore. She hesitated for a moment longer, then tilted the bottle back and drank deeply.
The fluid was dense and mildly unpleasant, enveloping her throat as it slid down. shortly as it reached her stomach, she sensed a familiar warmth flow within her, the curse alleviating slightly and the gnawing thirst fading. She swallowed till her container was emptied, letting out breathless moans as she dropped it, her eyes half-closed with relief.
When Omen returned, she was sitting in the corner of the carriage, holding the empty bottle like a lifeline. She gazed up at him, her expression softened by the brief relief from her curse, but still laced with caution.
"It worked," she said, her voice quiet but steady. "But how? You're still… a virgin, aren't you?". She knew this wasn't his semen and unless his ego was that low there was no way he could just finish having sex with one of the maids within minutes.
Omen nodded, his face still unreadable. "I did what needed to be done," he replied cryptically. He didn't offer any more details, and Virgo knew better than to press him. Instead, she nodded and set the empty bottle aside. "Thank you," she said softly. "I know this wasn't easy for you. But… thank you."
Omen gave a curt nod and turned away, staring out the small window of the carriage at the landscape passing by. How would she feel if she realized she drank the semen of a boar? There is no way Omen would do something so stupid as giving her his semen. There were many odd things in this world…and he was still learning.
…..
The air was filled with the deafening roars of the wyverns and the screams of panic from the knights and servants. Leathery wings of the red feathered creatures swooped down upon them. The rapid onslaught caused the knights to scatter, breaking their formation. The creatures ripped into their prey with vicious appetite, leaving blood and flesh scattered across the dirt.
Omen, Virgo, and Dahlia rushed out of the carriage, stunned by the pandemonium around them. The stench of fresh blood and dread hung heavily in the air, mixing with the caustic scent of wyvern breath. Omen quickly took in their surroundings, his eyes darting to the sky, counting the shadows circling overhead. He counted five wyverns, each one easily the size of their carriage, with jagged teeth and claws sharp enough to tear through steel.
'Hmm', he mused inwardly 'they came sooner than expected.'