3 Warriors
Three Warriors
Tied to a bed Tabitha screams. Loud panicked screeching. A hooded man enters the scarlet tent. Standing to the side of Tabitha he looks down on her quietly. Naked with marks from the rope Tabitha twists for her life. The stranger takes a cloth, shoving it in her mouth he starts to touch her face with large gloved hands. Caught for steaming rations, rations that were violently procured from her people. As punishment she is to be the relief for the camp of Phoenix paladins.
Confusion erupts quickly as screams from outside of the tent fill the air. Fury lasting seconds surrounds them. The hooded man with cock in hand goes for the club on his hip. Before reaching the exit the burly man stares down an intruding figure. Bare chested and covered in dark hair, the new figure towers over the hooded man. With a yellow he strikes at the mountainous slab of hirsute muscle. Speed and power crack bone as the bigger man brings down his fist. Blood spurts out of the broad man whose attack was interrupted. He staggers but holds his weapon. He goes for another attack, but it's equally fruitless. Solid arms wrap around him before he can bring down his weapon. He screams as his body is crushed. The last seconds of his life are spent in agony as his insides rupture and snap.
Tabitha watches her captor's mangled form hit the ground. Tabitha goes quiet as the victor steps towards her.
“I'm freeing you now. I won't hurt you, unless you bite me.” the figure says. taking the axe hanging to the side of his loincloth. Keeping his word he cuts through the rope. Tabitha moves from the bed to her feet and backs up touching the side of the tent.
“I'm not going to hurt you. Grab a weapon, take the clothes of the dead, and go where you will.” Turning from Tabitha he leaves.
“Angar! There you are. Thought you got lost, again.” A soft voice calls out. Grabbing the club Tabitha follows the man called Angar. She sees him stand before a dark skinned man wearing chains around his neck, wrists, and ankles. Leather armor clads his body. Gold paints lines his eyes and lips. A Narakian slave. The woman from the Northern continent Casathern has never seen a Narakian before. Holding jewel lined scimitars he dives after Phoenix guardsmen slashing their throats quickly. Finally he continues his conversation with Angar as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
“Slai, where's Falsin?” Angar asks. Slai points a blade towards a mist of red.
Three men fall to the ground, their limbs flying away from them. Standing in the middle is a bronze man with a long braid. He wears chain mail armor. An emblem of a dove flying in front of the sun is displayed on his left pauldron. Falsin sheathes his sword before striding to his compatriots.
“Boss, I found woman.”
“I'm not your boss Angar. No man is above another. That's what these hooded arses just learned. When will you?”
“Whatever you say, Boss. I told her to go, but there she stands. I think she's stupid.”
“She's scared, my friend. Terrified, I'd wager.” Slai says. Falsin walks to her slowly.
“‘I'm Falsin, this Slai, Angar is who rescued you. We're the Unchained Dawn, freedom fighters when we can afford it, mercenaries when we can't.”
Tabitha stands still clutching her weapon.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Nothing, you're free to go.” Falsin says.
“I told her that Boss. I told you she's stupid.” Angar says. Falsin shoots the big man a look.
“We're leaving, grab the valuables and let's go back to the camp.”
Tabitha with nowhere to go follows the men. The big one looks at her, but says nothing. Falsin leads them quietly, but occasionally looks back at her. Slai never considers her at all.
“You're Matti, right? One of the nomads, right?” Tabitha asks Falsin.
“I am.” He says stoically.
“That is Elan armor. Where did you get it?”
“It's mine. How I got it doesn't matter.”
“Some stories are better untold.” Slai says without looking at her.
They walk for hours. Slai sings songs she doesn't recognize. His voice is pretty like a woman's. Angar looks around keeping a watch for danger. Falsin never breaks stride. Their camp is small, but near a small lake. Dropping their loot, the men head to the lake for a wash. Tabitha sits nearby watching the warriors strip and enter the water. They make no attempt to hide their bodies from each other or her. Angar is covered in scars, and black hair. Slai is lithe and well endowed. Falsin has a flawless body with every muscle defined. Her eyes widen when Slai walks to Falsin kissing him.
Returning the kiss Falsin puts his hand on the side of his face. Angar gets behind Slai, rubbing his cock between the dark man's cheeks. In a few moments of passion Slai ends up on all fours being entered in each hold. Falsin slides his cock down his friend's throat. Angar shoves inside the tighter hole grabbing Slai's hip. Tabitha is in awe of what she's seeing. She's heard of men who laid with each other, but as never seen. It fascinated her. Stirring between her thighs begged her hand to touch. Rubbing her clit she watches the Narakian take two cocks at once. Water kicks up as they fuck.
Angar comes first, slapping Slai's butt as he does it. Dropping to his knees, Slai continues sucking Falsin. Holding his head down Falsin fills his man's mouth with warm cum. Tabitha isn't meek in her enjoying squirming and moaning. Climaxing unabashedly Tabitha struggles to catch her breath. The three go back to their wash without fanfare. She eats with them, and watches them sleep together near a fire. Her mind races with questions. Who is the Unchained Dawn, She wonders.
