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"He Speaks For Us"

Date: 10/7/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Bestiality, Coercion, Consensual Sex, First Time, Hardcore, Male/Female, massage, Monster, Author: Drake Richards, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

NOTE: This is the continuation of "Treasured One". I recommend you read that first, though it is not necessary since this features different characters in a different place. -------------------------------------- Temur felt an arm nudge his side, breaking him out of his nap. “Hm, what?” he asked, but the other guard simply pointed down the moonlit road. There, not far distant, he spied a lone traveller in a long cloak, walking towards Kishi’s gate. The stranger rode no horse and carried no pack, but simply walked with a long, steady stride. “He’s coming from the east road,” Temur observed. “I know that,” his partner replied. “I can see. Do you think it’s a Scale?” “He doesn’t look like one,” Temur observed. “Too tall, not wide enough. Besides, there’s no tail.” “But he’s coming from the east.” The reminder sent a chill down Temur’s spine. He nodded. “I’ll head down to inspect him,” he said as he strapped on his sword. He walked down the long stairway within the tower, descending the spiraling steps with care. Soon enough, he reached the gatehouse, where he stopped for a moment to catch his breath. As he leaned over, a gloved hand pushed itself into his view, holding four golden coins. Temur’s eyes widened, and he jumped backwards in surprise. The stranger stood taller than he had anticipated, an entire head over Temur’s not-diminutive six feet. Temur could hear nothing from the stranger, not even a breath or the clink of metal. “Ah,” Temur stuttered, and glanced at the gold ... again. The stranger’s hood was drawn completely over his head, obscuring his face from view. “S-strange time to come in, yes? Where do you come from?” The hooded figure remained still, holding out his open palm. Temur looked at it, as wide as his entire head, then looked at the stranger, then back at the gold. He nodded, carefully took the coins, and walked back up the stairway. After a stopping several times on the way up, he slumped down into his chair at the top of the gate, wheezing noisily. “Who was that?” the other guard asked. “Nobody,” Temur responded between breaths. He slid two of the coins across the table. The guard shrugged and stuffed them into a purse at his belt. “It’s just one man,” Temur mused aloud. “He won’t cause any trouble.” Below them, the cloaked man strode carefully through streets, throwing up small clouds of dust as his cloak whispered over the ground. The orange glow of firelight from the windows on either side of him filled the chill night with a warm presence, one which he basked in gratefully and quickly he passed. The small groups of people wandering about eyed him warily, but none stopped to accost him. Otherwise, Kishi remained quiet and still. Beneath the hood, dark and beady eyes scanned the stone-sided buildings. His ears strained for any sign of his quarry, and when a peal of laughter sound from around the corner, accompanied by the low voices of singing men, the stranger hurried towards the source. The heavy cloak barely stirred as he ...