The Master of Her Fate

The Master of Her Fate:

Chapter 7: The War Chamber.

The three women drew a few curious looks as they walked down the hallway to the war chamber. Women in barbarian culture were trained to fight, but they were expected to defend their homes and children rather than go to war, so they did not usually participate in planning and strategy, except as it applied to defense. However, when they entered the chamber itself, no one dared look askance at them, for Garshan had ordered them here and his word was law. He rose as they entered, looking very good to Anna's eyes in just his simple leather kilt and vest. She no longer felt any shame over the way that she studied every line of his muscular body, or the way she imagined him unclothed. She was his wife, was she not? His eyes met hers and he smiled in a knowing way that made her blush and look down, sure he knew what she was thinking. Garshan stood from his throne and walked forward to embrace each of his wives in turn, and then turned to the sub chiefs that filled the room.

"Leave us," he commanded, and they stood without a word and did as ordered. It was really somewhat surprising to see how readily they obeyed him. He was the most ferocious looking in the room, but every man here was huge and powerful, with an aura of command and deadly competency around him. The Master must be mighty indeed to command such respect from them.

When the four of them were alone, Garshan beckoned Anna over and sat back down onto his throne. She came over and then gave a slight squeak of surprise as he yanked her into his lap, one big arm wrapped loosely around her waist. The squeak turned to a sigh of happiness, however, as his fingers began to run through her hair. Tharona and Nakree came over, settling down onto the arms of the big wooden throne, and Tharona asked,

"What did you wish of us, Husband?" Anna frowned, disturbed for some reason, and then she realized that it sounded wrong to her to hear Tharona address him with that term. He was their husband, but he was also their Master, and that's what she should call him. Garshan did nothing, however, and she wondered why, slightly disgruntled. If she had spoken to him in that manner, he'd probably have pulled her dress off and turned her over his knee that instant. He'd spank her until her bottom throbbed, and then no doubt make Tharona and Nakree torment her again, all over the smallest of slights. The image of being spanked while the other two women watched and perhaps helped filled her head, and she was mortified to suddenly realize that she was aroused. Anna's face flamed red and she snuggled her cheek against her husband's bare shoulder to hide it while he spoke with Tharona.

"The arrival of our newest lover has given me an opportunity that I didn't think of until now," he said, his hands never leaving Anna's hair, which didn't help with her arousal. It sounded like he was serious, so she should try to focus. "Anna, tell me about your life in the palace. What rules of conduct were you taught?" His fingers moved down to graze across her neck and shoulders, making it very hard to concentrate on his question.

"W-well," she said, swallowing hard as shivers chased themselves up and down her spine, "I was taught to act as a lady, proper and poised at all times. I. . . " He ran his finger down between her shoulder blades and she had to stop for a moment to gasp. "I was t-taught how to eat, how to dance, how to talk to people. . .i-it was really very strict and rigid." Speaking of rigid, she could feel his cock hardening beneath her, and it added to the heat his hand was building until she was using all her self control just to sit still and keep talking. Garshan nodded, his long black hair rippling slightly as he did. She stared at the dark locks that framed his harsh face, fascinated. No orc had hair this supple and shiny, she was sure of it. That had to have come from his human side. She started to reach out to touch it, then stopped herself, unsure if she needed permission. Still talking as though nothing was going on, he took her hand and slid it up into his hair, letting her run her fingers through the smooth black strands.

"Could you train someone else in the rules you had to follow?" he asked. His voice was still perfectly controlled, though his eyes were blazing like a pair of emerald suns. "I must send spies into Daman, and they will pose as merchants from your people." Some part of Anna's mind that was not falling rapidly into the rising tide of lust didn't like the sound of that. He wanted her to help him ravage another city? Kill more innocent people and . . .and his free hand was trailing down the front of her body, and even that part of her brain died as he trailed his fingers down the top of her leg and up under her skirt, gently tickling the inside of her thigh, tortuously close to the womanhood that was crying out for attention. Her eyes closed and she leaned her head back into his hand, her hips pressing forward a bit, wanting his fingers to touch her aching loins.

"Could you train them?" he asked, his voice becoming sterner. His hand tightened in her hair, forcing her to lift her head, and his fingers stopped a hairsbreadth from where she wanted them. Anna bit her lip hard, using the pain to help her focus enough to answer his question so that he would pleasure her.

"Y-yes," she whispered, "I t-think so. O-or I could find you someone in the c-city who c-could." Surely some of the etiquette trainers in the palace must have survived. He nodded slowly, processing the information, and then a smile spread over his face as he dropped the businesslike manner.

"Good girl," he whispered, his lips moving forward to brush against her ear. His fingers slid back up her thigh until, finally, they touched her through the thin fur she was wearing. It was soaked with her juices, and quite possibly ruined. If he kept this up, she was going to stop wearing underwear altogether, for it always seemed to be removed within the hour. His eyes flicked to Tharona and Nakree, who were watching with hungry, eager expressions, like a dog told to wait for it's food, and nodded slightly. They moved forward to join in, Tharona climbing onto the throne to press tightly against his side while Nakree stood behind Anna, her hands running up and down her back. While his fingertips slowly rubbed the soaked fur against her slit, driving her wild and making soft moans come from her throat, Nakree unlaced Anna's dress and slipped it off over her head, leaving her in nothing but her small fur loincloth. Kneeling on the arm of the throne behind her, Nakree slid her arms around Anna until they found her breasts and gently cupped them, caressing the hard pink nipples with soft grazes of her nails. Anna mewled with pleasure and shifted restlessly on his lap, unable to decide which of these delicious stimulations she wanted to move towards. Tharona, meanwhile, was kissing and nibbling the warlord's neck, ear, and jaw, while her hands ran all over his chest and arms, making small growls of arousal come from his throat. Anna whimpered as he slid his hand into her loincloth, his strong fingers caressing her slit with horrible slowness. Abruptly, Garshan grinned and gently shoved Tharona and Nakree away, his hand sliding under Anna's rump. Using that grip,and cradling her head against his shoulder, he stood and carried her over to the heavy wooden table that the council sat at. Shoving the war plans to the end of it (they were on leather scrolls and would withstand falling on the floor,) he placed Anna on the table and beckoned Nakree over.

"Take your clothes off and lay down on your back, with your head here," he said, patting the table just in front of where he stood. Nakree did as she was told, loving the way Anna's eyes slid over her as she pulled her small dress off. Nakree had worn no underwear and so she had only to drop the dress on the floor and lay down, eagerly awaiting whatever he had planned. "Tharona, take your clothes off, and kneel to her left side," he commanded. Anna licked her lips as Tharona's perfect breasts were exposed, her eyes sliding down the blond's strong legs and flat stomach. Tharona knelt beside Nakree and waited expectantly as Garshan took Anna by the arm and rolled her over. Leaning down, he whispered into her ear, "Get on your hands and knees, and straddle Nakree's face." Anna was confused, but she obeyed, wondering exactly what he was going to do here. Then he unwound her soaked loincloth and she felt Nakree's hot breath against her loins, and she understood. A delicious thrill went through her as she looked down and saw Nakree's pussy, the lightly furred lips swollen and wet, and she leaned down boldly to give it a soft lick. After all, Nakree had licked her there, hadn't she? It was only fair. The quiet moan Nakree let out as Anna's tongue caressed her thrilled her as much as the Master's moans when she was pleasuring him did. Garshan chuckled behind her and she felt his hand sliding up her back, over her neck, and back into her hair, twisting to hold it tightly.

"So eager," he whispered, and she groaned as he pressed his hard cock against her rump. Somewhere along the way he had removed his own clothes, and that magnificent manhood was free to pleasure her now. She couldn't wait. "Tharona, show her what to do."

"Yes, Master," said Tharona. There, that was the proper way to speak to him. She knew her place in this situation, at least. Garshan pulled Anna's head back a bit and she watched as Tharona gently placed her mouth against Nakree's dripping lips, head turned to the side so Anna could see what she was doing. She traced the outline of the other woman's lips with the tip of her tongue and then flicked the little bud at the top of them, making a deep moan reverberate against Anna's own pussy. She sucked her breath in at the feel of it, and then responded with one of her own, because she felt the Master sliding his cock into her from behind. This new angle stimulated her in ways that she wasn't used to, and she cried out in shocked delight as he filled her up. She wanted to arch her back, but Tharona's hand joined Garshan's in her hair, pulling her down against Nakree's pussy. She began to lick, imitating what Tharona had done, and was rewarded by more moans of pleasure from between her legs. She felt his hand on her thigh, tracing downwards as he slowly moved in and out of her, and then he cupped Nakree's head, lifting it, and Anna gave another cry. Nakree was licking her as his cock moved inside her! It was the most overwhelming feeling she had ever experienced, and she could barely lick Nakree for the moans that were coming from her.

His manhood reached deep inside, stroking spots inside her that the other positions hadn't let it, and Nakree's tongue flicked eagerly back and forth over her clit, driving her insane. Garshan placed his hand at her waist and began to fuck her harder, driving himself deep inside with each forceful thrust. Anna yipped with pleasure, shoving her hips back against him, and she came with such force that she almost passed out, her thighs quivering as her juices flowed into Nakree's mouth. It was so incredible that for a long moment she could not breath, and then as he kept going, she wrapped her hands around Nakree's hips and buried her face in those heated folds, licking with reckless abandon. She wasn't as experienced as Tharona or Garshan, but her enthusiasm more than made up for it, and in moments Nakree was crying out, her back arching against Anna's body, as she came hard. A wonderful sense of power filled Anna, and the corresponding thrill it sent to her loins was enough to make her climax again, trembling as her muscles pulled at his shaft. Her orgasm was all it took to push Garshan over the edge, and he growled with pleasure as his seed spilled into her, filling her with delicious heat. Anna moved with him for several more thrusts, getting every drop she could of that wonderful warmth, and then she was still, head down against the table, breathing hard and every muscle in her body trembling.

Garshan chuckled softly as he stared down at the three women in front of him. Two of them had eyes glazed over with satisfaction, nearly asleep as they floated in the pink haze. The third, Tharona, stared at him with eyes so hungry it was a wonder they did not suck the life from him. "The council needs to come back," he said, sliding out of Anna with a groan and pulling his clothes back on. "Go to the baths and wait for me there." He smiled at Tharona. "Then we will finish this." Slowly, the three women dressed, and then they walked out, right past the subchiefs who had, apparently, heard the whole thing. Anna could not meet their eyes as she made her way back to the wives's quarters, but she felt oddly proud that they had heard what her husband could do to her. He was the best man there, and now all knew it. And it was not over yet, for as they disrobed in the bath and headed for the water, Tharona was still throbbing, wet, and aroused. It would certainly be interesting when he returned to them.