Steel Wolf

Betrayal Revealed

"So, old man..." Mynletta lay naked, breathing heavily against Keldryn as he panted and gasped for breath. "Ready for round seven? Winner take all?"

Keldryn could barely move. This necromancer had fucked him dry, making him bellow loudly as he came each time. He had stamina, but shit! And she wanted to keep going? He turned his head to her, kissing her sweat-soaked forehead.

"Winner take all? All of what, my lovely witch?" he asked, out of breath. Mynletta threw a leg over him, raising herself to sit on his stomach and rake her fingers down his chest causing his back to arch.

"I make you come yet again, screaming my name and shattering every glass in Ouranos Village and I get the Hand. If you make me come and scream first, I will resign from the Hand and become your personal, private slut to use and abuse as you see fit."

Keldryn's laughter rang out through the walls of the Green Lamb Inn in Ouranos Village, which they had commandeered, startling some of the passersby.

"You must think me daft, wench," he chuckled. "You've got magic, I have magic. We could go all night and into tomorrow, neither one coming. Just enjoy the sex." He sat up and bit her tit, leaving sharp red marks around her nipple. She squealed.

"It was merely a suggestion." With that, she moved her hips backward to settle on him once again, letting him slide his rock hard cock inside her, filling her.

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As the sun was setting below the horizon, Mynletta, very sore and a bit cranky because she couldn't get comfortable in the saddle, let the horse walk back to camp at its own pace. This one wasn't as bright as her last, but since it really had no choice of which way to go, the road being lined with undead soldiers, it walked until its rider told it to stop. Mynletta dismounted calling the newly-appointed general to her.

"You've done well, General," she said, her fiery hair swirling around her, briefly creating scenes from her past as she looked down the road at the undead and demons standing shoulder to shoulder in ranks stretching for half a league down the road. "The troops are ready to move?"

"As my Mistress commanded," came the gravelly reply. "I took the liberty of dispatching runners between the scout's position and here to keep us informed of..." His voice trailed off as Mynletta's head turned ever so slowly to fix him with her gaze. He shuffled uncomfortably.

"General, did I order runners and updates? If the runners are spotted..."

"No, my Mistress. But, it is best that we stay informed of their movements."

"Stick your left arm straight out to your side, General." The general unquestioningly raised his left arm perpendicular to the ground.

A fire bolt blazed into his arm, seemingly from nowhere, impacting at the shoulder and severing the arm as it went, cauterizing the wound. The lifeless limb fell to the ground as the general roared in pain but not moving a muscle. The soldiers behind him stifled their giggles lest they, too, become fodder for Mynletta's wrath. The necromancer took a deep breath, inhaling the stench of the burned flesh, eying the general's smoldering shoulder a moment before walking away. The shadow of the mountain crept eastward as the sun set.

"The first winged demon to me gets a special treat!" she called. Instantly, the sky was filled with several different types of demons, turning the twilight to near-midnight in the blink of an eye, all seeking to gain her favor.

The first to alight and kneel before Mynletta was a naked harpy. Half-woman, half-bird, this particular harpy had matted brown hair, dark brown sunken eyes, almost translucent skin, sagging breasts with the nipples pointing at the ground, and grungy feathers on her waist and legs. The three-toed clawed feet looked as if they'd seen better days, but were fairly well-muscled and seemed right for the purpose which Mynletta had in mind.