Six – Roots & Relics
Jorn filled up Sally two more times the next morning to make sure that she would be eating for two. Celia and Sandrine both stood next to the bed watching as he did his best to impregnate the young barmaid. In the corner of his eye he could see Sandrine whispering something in Celia’s ear and the knight blushed fiercely.
He still could not stop thinking about what Sally had said about the young sun god. It couldn’t be true could it? He got off Sally and had Sandrine clean him off with her mouth before he got dressed.
“You get everything sorted?” he asked Celia.
The knight nodded.
“Yes. We should be heading for the east gate now.”
“Good,” Jorn said and walked over to give the barmaid a kiss goodbye.
“You keep ‘em safe now,” Sally said nodding at the two other women.
Jorn smiled at her and they left.
They met up with the others outside of the eastern gate. Two dozen of the Ardor’s worst scum dressed up as … well, as scum. But on horseback at least. Naija was the only woman among the mercenaries and Jorn could see all the looks she was getting. But she was a grown woman, she could take care of herself. He also noted a number of the men looking at Celia and Sandrine. Not a big surprise there either, but there at least, something had to be done.
“Alright. We ride for the east. Anyone who’s got second thoughts, better leave now.”
There were looks going all around as the men eyed each other but no one made any move to leave.
“And one more thing. If anyone lays a hand on my woman here,” Jorn said nodding at Sandrine. “Without my approval. I will cut that hand off and feed it to you. Without salt. Understood?”
There were a few gruffs.
“What about the other one?” an huge bastard of a man wide as two barrels, rasped and pointed at Celia.
Jorn looked at the man. His name was Clayde if he remembered correctly and he had single-handedly held back a whole shipload of rikk-bears when they escaped. Which was still clearly visible on his scarred face.
“Well. I wouldn’t recommend it. She would most likely not stop at the hand is my guess.”
There were a few scattered laughs and then they were off. After the first night six of the men had left. It was actually better than Jorn had hoped for and in the next town he paid extra to get all the men cleaned up and outfitted with new travel clothes that were not as tattered as what they had been wearing before.
They stopped at inns every night while they were still in the central empire and the men made sure to visit the local brothels to get their rods polished. Jorn kept his eyes on Naija who had still not approached him for anything. But that was her issue, not his. He made sure to put his seed in Sandrine and Celia every morning and evening. The two women had become very close and every once in a while he saw them talking and touching their stomachs. He nodded approvingly whenever they did so.
Three weeks later they arrived at Helican. It was the last outpost of the central empire. East of the city the plains stretched out. It was still officially empire territory, but the claims were only as strong as the current army stationed there. Which as the moment was none. Jorn was sitting at a table at Mama Sitt’s slowly drinking a beer when Naija sat down next to him. She turned her chair around and leaned over the backrest towards him.
“I think you’re going to get trouble when you can no longer offer the men pussy,” Naija said looking down at the floor below where the men were carousing with the ladies of the night.
Jorn looked at her. Large ebony breasts seemed to want to escape the embrace of her leather armor. She looked over at him and smiled.
“You would do better if you did not have your women with you. It is easier without temptation. Or else you need to let them have their way with someone.”
Jorn studied her. She brought her cup to her lips and drank down the beer.
“You’re not afraid for yourself?”
Naija shrugged.
“Why would I be?”
“You’re a very pretty lady. I’ve seen how the men look at you.”
Naija nodded her dark lips turning up in a smile.
“I can solve your problems for you. For a price,” she said taking another sip.
Jorn raised his eyebrows.
“How?”
Naija smiled over at him.
“Oh. I’m sure you can hazard a guess. I told you. I love cock.”
Jorn looked at her intently for a while.
“But you’ve not been with anyone since we left Ardor.”
Naija smirked.
“One gold per man each time he has me, out of your pocket. Twice a day. And I’ll only use my mouth and ass. No pussy. And you guarantee that nothing else happens. And, your girl, the acolyte, helps me clean up afterwards,” Naija said looking up at him. “Deal?”
Jorn sighed. She was right. The men were going to be a problem once they could no longer find girls. He had been considering having Sandrine blowing the men each day but for some reason he had qualms about ordering her to do so. But it was almost forty gold per day for three weeks. That was a fortune. But on the other hand. Not his money.
“How can I be sure that the men will be satisfied with that?”
Naija looked at him sideways and smirked.
“Feel free to give me a try whenever you feel like it.”
Jorn grunted and stood up. How had it come to this? Him leading a band of thugs out in the middle of nowhere. And he had to deal with shit like this? But again. It was not his money. He took a step towards Naija and pulled his dick out.
“Do your best.”
Naija smiled and then sucked his dick into her mouth. Jorn groaned as she went to work. Her mouth was almost as good as Sally’s. Almost. After a little while he grabbed the back of her head and thrust his cock further down her throat. She looked up at him with her almost black eyes as his cock went further and further down her throat. He held her nose pressed to his stomach for a moment before releasing her. She drew away with a gasp. Jorn turned the chair sideways and yanked the dark-skinned woman’s pants over her hips exposing her ass. He pressed his sloppy wet cock against her asshole and pressed.
“Ooohhh,” she exhaled as he penetrated her ass. “Yes. Just like that,” she continued with a purr as he started fucking her ass.
Jorn grabbed her hips and fucked her ass roughly for a few minutes. He saw some of the other working girls looking at them with interest. Jorn fucked Naija’s ass as hard as he could until he came. Hot cum pumping up the ebony girl’s ass as she ground her ass towards him.
“Deal?” she asked looking back at him.
“Deal,” he nodded.
Jorn laid looking up at the ceiling with Sandrine and Celia cuddled up naked against him. Their wombs had been refilled with his seed right before they fell asleep and they were both breathing heavily. For some reason the Lord of Dusts wouldn’t claim him to his nocturnal kingdom.
“You know that they are already carrying your offspring, don’t you? You don’t have to keep filling them up. Not now.”
Jorn blinked and sat up. In the middle of the room stood the Queen of Darkness smiling down at him.
“They’re very pretty. I can see why you keep them around.”
“What are you doing here,” Jorn asked putting his arms around the sleeping women.
The Queen smiled a crooked smile at him that made his cock stir.
“I just wanted to say hello to the father of my child,” the Queen of Darkness said taking a few steps towards them.
Jorn got up and got out of bed putting himself between the goddess and his women.
“Oh. You don’t need to do that. I won’t harm them.”
“So, it’s true then?” Jorn said looking down at the goddess’ belly.
The goddess looked down at her own, very flat, belly.
“What do you mean?”
Jorn nodded at her with a frown.
“You had a son. By me.”
The goddess smiled widely.
“Ah! Yes. And such a wonderful boy he is. He is so much more pliable than the old Lord of Light. I’ll let you meet him sometime. He definitely has some of your anger in him. He is ten of your years now. So much life.”
Jorn blinked.
“But … but. How?”
The Queen of Darkness smiled wickedly at him.
“The Lady of Time does what pleases her.”
“What the fuck? Are you saying I missed my son growing up? In the last two months?”
“Time is a fickle mistress,” the Queen of Darkness said with a smile.
“If I get my hands on her she won’t be so fickle anymore,” Jorn said clenching his fists.
“Now, now. Don’t go getting any ideas. Killing the Lady of Time is a very bad idea. For everyone. You included.”
Jorn tried to calm his breathing without success.
“You’re doing very well for yourself. But there is danger coming,” the Queen said slowly walking around him letting one finger run over his skin.
“I know how to handle a few barbarians,” Jorn scoffed.
“Barbarians, yes,” the Queen nodded. “What I am worried about is the sorceress.”
Jorn raised an eyebrow.
“Who?”
“I believe you know her as Alisha Lightweaver.”
The name rang a bell but not more than that. Jorn just nodded.
“You need to be very careful around her. She can cut your life thread with the flick of one hand if she so desires.”
“So, that’s why you’re here? To warn me about some magical bitch?”
The Queen smiled and stepped closer putting her blood-red lips close to his.
“I am going to do more than warn you. I am going to gift you,” she drew back. “Given that you gift me back, of course.”
Jorn frowned.
“Gift you how?”
“With another child, of course,” the Queen of Darkness said with a wide smile.
“Now, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” The Queen of Darkness said running her fingers over his face.
Jorn thrust against her and felt the last of his seed run into her. He leaned down to kiss her magnificent breasts. They were unnaturally large and stood straight out like little mountains from her thin frame. He sucked on her nipples as he ground into her with his hips. She giggled a little. Jorn switched to suck on her other nipple for a while until he could feel himself getting hard again.
“Oh,” the goddess said with a whimper.
“Got to make sure that you’re really full,” Jorn said and started fucking her again.
A few minutes later he came once more and pushed himself as deep as he could inside her kissing her deeply as he put his seed inside her. Her tongue met his and their lips locked as every last drop was deposited within her.
“Now, remember. You need to carry it at all times,” the goddess said slipping the amulet over his head. “Never take it off. Ever.”
Jorn nodded down at her. She was still laying on her back completely naked. She was a true wonder to behold and Jorn was happy that he did not have to see her all the time, it would have ruined other women for him. The goddess pulled her knees up so that her hips left the floor.
“I want your seed to stay in me as long as possible,” she explained when he frowned down at her.
He looked over at the two sleeping women in the bed.
“And don’t worry about them. Time does not pass in this world now.”
Jorn raised his eyebrows and looked back at the goddess. She smiled up at him. Her ass was exposed to him and the sight of her tight hole made him remember the first time they met. He let his hand drop to his cock and slowly started stroking it. When he was hard, he knelt down and put it against her asshole and slowly slid inside. He slid in and out of her ass a few times before he looked down at her where she laid smiling.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I should have asked before putting my cock in your ass.”
“That’s fine,” she said with a wide smile. “You’re asking now.”
“Can I put my cock in your ass?”
She nodded slowly.
“Go right ahead.”
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