1. The Knight and the Acolyte Book 7, Chapter 6: What Shadows Hide

    Date: 5/9/2018, Categories: Fantasy , Violence / Cruelty, Author: mypenname3000, Source: sexstories.com

    The Knight and the Acolyte Book Seven: Illusory Passion Chapter Six: What Shadows Hide By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Knight-Errant Angela – The Halani Desert “Oh, I am going to spank that slut,” Angela fumed as she pulled the final piece of hide over the frame of their tent. “Where did Sophia get to?” “Snuck off with my wife,” Chaun answered, lounging on a pile of supplies. He strummed his lyre. Angela frowned as she straightened up, fixing him a hard stare. “I see you managed to avoid work.” “It is a skill of...” His words trailed off as he straightened, cocking his head. Rising over the buzz and bustle of the caravan setting up for camp was an ululating cry. The surrounding servants let out gasps of fear while the caravan guards, wearing a motley collection of mail and boiled leathers, drew swords. The cry came from around the camp. “Las's cock,” Angela groaned, dashing to where she left her kite shield. “Thrak!” “Here, Angela,” the orc said, his massive ax in hand, swarthy body painted by the setting sun. He gazed to the horizon pointing to the dunes. Black-swathed desertmen on camels poured over the dune, racing down sandy slopes, raising flashing scimitars, their cries raising in volume. I set my shield and drew my sword, wishing Midnight was here. I hadn't thought of my stallion, abandoned when we fled the Saltspray Palace, in days. He would be invaluable right now. “Chaun, stay in the camp. If you see Sophia or your wife, ... keep them there. Minx, you stay, too.” “And miss out on the fun,” the halfling grinned as she skipped up to us. “Yes,” Angela nodded. “Thrak, take Faoril. Xera, with me.” The mage produced a vial of Thrak's cum and downed it, a smile crossing her lips as a shudder went through her body. She was such a slut for cum. She pocketed the vial and gave me a nod before heading off with Thrak to join the other guards racing forward to meet the charge. Farson was to the south of me, marching forward in his black armor, his sword in hand. He moved with a relaxed confidence. His lamia slave wasn't with him. That was the first time I had seen him without the slave scampering at his side. He glanced at me and gave me a nod. I did not like it. “Let's go, Xera,” I said, casting one last look at camp. Where was Sophia at? I thought she would appear with the alarm being raised. It wasn't like her. But the charging desertmen were too immediate of a threat. She had matured, growing competent since when we first set out from Shesax over four months ago. She would be fine. I didn't have to worry about her. I would so spank her when I found her. Xera padded behind me as I joined the other guards, waiting for desert man's charge. I shifted my stance on the sand. It was like the training ground where I practiced with... I hit one of the empty holes in my mind occupied by my relationship with Kevin and excised by the Lesbius Oracle. I shook my head and raised my shield, readied as the desertmen charged ...