1. The Black Vultures (Part 1)


    Date: 7/22/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: DeepQuandryDark, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    they move away to following my command. Gerrant grins at me then steps back off my sword, a trickle of bl**d runs down his cheek where the tip punctured the skin an inch below his eye. He turns & moves towards the wagons. As I walk away Ginny is getting off her knees. I am Svadick, I lead the Black Vultures, a group of cut throats, r****ts & murderous mercenaries with one plan…. to fight, drink & fuck our way to the Violet Queen… Or die trying. We draw our wagons up & begin to set camp near a rambling fresh water stream, far enough away from the main lines to be left alone, close enough to be protected if needed. A dark horse & rider clomps up next to me, I look up at the rider, he is partially hidden under his dark leather hood, he has a black bow strung across his back, at his hip is slender sword with a distinctive black pearl ornately bound into the hilt… Yaegar, I think to myself, “glad your back old friend” I say to him.. He says nothing, he rarely does, I ignore his silence & continue “take whomever you need to help, go into the surrounding wood land, map out any locations for food traps, wood supply & holding positions for counter attack” I glanced up at him, his only reaction to my order was to pull the reigns of his horse to the left & clomp away. By nightfall I walk around to ensure the camp is set & sentries are posted. Dirty canvas conical tents & yurts covered in skins are arranged in a tight hexagon, inside the hexagon campfires are lit & the smell of ...
    burning wood & cooked meat is in the air. Those men who are not on duty are eating, drinking, fornicating with the whores or gambling, I make my way back to my own tent, as I reach the large canvas door & nod in acknowledgement at the sentry outside, I can hear Gerrants laughter booming through the material. His laughter is infectious & it brings a smile to my own face as I full back the door & step inside. In the blinking candlelight & glow of the iron fire pit, Gerrants’ hulking form is sat at the table on a sturdy oak bench, he has a large stone mug of what I can only presume as ale in one hand & his pipe in the other, he looks up at me as I enter “Aaaaah!” He booms with a large grin across his hairy face “Our glorious leader returns… Look what Yaegar has found for us”, I look over to the corner at the wooden chair in the shadow where Yaeger is sat, at his feet are two bound, wriggling bodies with hessian sacks over their heads. I remark with a smirk, “you’ve brought me a gift Yaegar”, I pull off my gloves, fur cloak & discard them upon my large wooden bed. “What have you found?” I ask, Yaegar says nothing, after a loud slurp from his ale mug Gerrant grins & says thunderously “SPIES!....He’s trapped some spies, so tonight’s entertainment is lets torture the spies”. The two bodies at Yaegar's feet writhe vigorously at this, however, a few vicious digs with the heel of Yaegar’s boot settles them down again. I drag a wooden chair out & unceremoniously plonk myself in it, I pour a ...
«1234»