The Return (4 page)

Likka stood.

I looked down at Likka and spoke out loud. “I know Likka, they are afraid. That is why they should be ashamed of themselves, for laughing at another’s fear.”

I walked out of the common room and up the stairs to my room. I pulled out the bottle of whiskey, and took a long pull from it. Likka spoke from behind me.

I lie down on the bed and put the plug back in the jug.

As my eyes grew heavy

It was about midnight when my door opened, waking me instantly. I slid my hand down to the butt of my pistol on my hip, and then made out the shape of Missa as she approached the bed. She stopped at the edge of the bed. “Are you awake, sir?”

“Yes.”

“You need to take off your clothes.”

“Why are you here?”

“You paid for me, sir.”

“I gave you a tip for helping me with the bath, and bathing my friend.”

“Sir, you gave me more money than I have ever seen.”

In my head I thought quickly

Talking back to the girl, I said, “I am not going to be able to convince you to not climb in this bed, am I?”

“No, sir.”

I stood up and began to take off my weapons and hang them on the bed post. Missa lifted her dress over her head. “I took a bath for you, sir. A man as rich as you deserves a clean girl.”

As I dropped my loin cloth, she reached out and ran her finger along my manhood, causing it to start to respond. “I am a little afraid, sir. I have never seen a weapon that large on a man before.”

“I will be as gentle as I can.”

She stretched back onto the bed and spread her legs. I leaned down and kissed her gently on the mouth, as she began to kiss back, she reached out to stroke my manhood. It responded rather quickly, and she gasped as it grew in her hand. As I released her from our kiss, she sat up and began to lick my staff. I stood there as she took my manhood into her mouth and began to suck on it. My knees nearly buckled as she slid her mouth almost all the way off, and then forced her head forward until her nose nestled into my pubic hair.

Likka commented in my head.

Missa continued to massage my rod with her face until I could not take it any more, and I told her, “I am about to cum, Missa.”

When I said this, she buried her nose in my pubic hair and her tongue slid out to lick my balls. I exploded down her throat and she swallowed. The contractions of her throat made me orgasm even harder, as I pumped spurt after spurt down her throat. As my orgasm started to subside, she slid her finger into her mouth next to my staff, and got it wet with her saliva. As I was about to slide out of her throat, she slid the wet finger between the globes of my ass, and slid it into me. With a couple of twitches of her finger, I exploded into her mouth a second time. Even Likka looked up and commented,

As she lay back onto the bed with a satisfied little smirk on her face, I dropped to my knees and just buried my face between her legs and into her sweet young flower. She cried out “Oh, Gods, sir! No one has ever done that to me.” I lifted her legs up and pushed my tongue into her rear entrance, and she squealed and moaned.

I continued to lick her tight little rosebud and sweet flower until she was just about to explode. Then I nipped her clit with my teeth. As soon as I did this, she slammed her legs closed on my face and screamed. My face was covered in her cum as she squirted all over me. When I licked her clit again, she pushed my head out from between her legs, and covered herself as she lay on the bed and twitched.

I kissed my way up her body, and looked into her face. She wrapped her legs around my waist and used her hand to guide me into her. I pushed slowly into her as she laid her head back, her eyes rolled into the top of her head. As I bottomed out inside her, she moaned out, “So full, oh Gods, sir, you make me feel so full.”

I pulled out slowly, until only the head of my staff was still inside her, then I began to thrust back. With each thrust she would let out a low moan, and each retraction brought out a light whimper. I continued to thrust into her, listening to the music of her sounds, as she built upwards into her orgasm. I felt her start to tense up, and then she began to shake. With each thrust, her legs around my waist would vibrate and shake. Her legs suddenly clamped down on my waist as she screamed out her orgasm. When she relaxed a bit, and I could move again, I continued to thrust into her. Six times I drove her to those heights.

On the seventh, I thrust as deeply into her as I could, and moaned out my own orgasm. As my seed spurted into her, she arched her back up off of the mattress, and tensed as she screamed through another orgasm. As suddenly as she had arched her back, she collapsed onto the bed. She had fainted from the pleasure.

As I extracted myself from the tangle of her arms and legs, there came a light knock at the door. A woman’s voice asked “Is everything alright in there, sir?”

I chuckled to myself as I got off the bed and walked to the door still naked. I opened the door to see a woman, maybe thirty-five years old, with dishwater blond hair and very large breasts. She was fairly attractive, but not a knockout. “Sir, she is my daughter, and I just heard such noises.”

“She is fine. Come in and see for yourself.” I stepped out of her way as she nearly ran to the bed to check her daughter. As she picked up her daughters hand, Missa’s eyes began to flutter open.

Missa smiled at her mother, “Oh Momma, he is like a god. I have never felt anything so wonderful in my life. He made me feel special, just like I deserved pleasure as much as he did.”

“More.” I said quietly from behind them, as I walked towards the bed.

Her mother looked at her with doubt in her eyes, “Those screams were from pleasure?”

“I’m sorry momma, I couldn’t hold them back. He made me feel things I have never felt before. Momma, I think I had an orgasm! It felt like I went to heaven!”

“You had several orgasms, Missa.” I chuckled as she looked at me and blushed.

Her mother turned to me and looked into my eyes. “Sir, I don’t know what you did to my daughter, but thank you. I have never seen her smile like that. I will leave you now to your beddin’ and sleep.”

After she left the room, I climbed into the bed behind Missa. I kissed her gently on the neck and felt her relax into my embrace. “Sir, what is your name?”

“Rhys.”

I felt her tense up almost instantly. “Sir, your mama must have been a brave woman to name you after the legendary Warmage.”

“Relax, Missa, nothing will hurt you tonight. I won’t allow it.”

As she relaxed and drifted off to sleep, I looked pointedly at Likka.

She sighed and sat up.

Chapter Two 

I awoke in the morning with Missa still spooned up in front of me. I climbed carefully out of the bed, so as not to wake her.

As I returned from the outhouse, she sat up in bed. “Good morning sir. I don’t want to leave but, I have morning duties in the common room.”

I walked over and kissed her. “Thank you, Missa.”

I got dressed in clean clothes and placed my weapons about me. Once I was ready and looked presentable, I headed down to the common room for breakfast.

As I walked into the common room, a group of the young bargirls were standing with Missa to one side. They all started giggling as they looked at me. Trying not to show my slight embarrassment, I walked over to a table towards the back of the room. I no sooner had sat down when Missa came over with a platter with ham, eggs, bread and cheese on it. Peotter was behind her with a platter of raw meat for Likka. When Peotter stood up, I held out a gold coin to him. “As I promised. All my gear was there, as I requested.”

He took the coin as he stared at me, then he clutched it in his hand and ran off to the back. Then the barman Kinal came over to the table with a pitcher of fresh squeezed orange juice and a glass. As he went to move away I set five more of the gold coins on the table, “I will be staying another day, if it is not an inconvenience for you.”

“No inconvenience at all, sir,” he said, as the coins disappeared into his apron. He quickly walked away. I turned to look at Missa staring at me. “Would you like something?” I said as I pointed to the platter with more food on it than I could eat in a week.

She smiled at me as she sat down in the chair beside me. “Sir, may I ask a favor of you?”, she whispered as she looked down.

I reached out and cupped her chin as I held her face up and looked her in the eyes. “Missa, I have taken you to my bed. I believe you have earned the right to look me in the eye, and ask for what you want. The worst I will do to you is say no.”

She smiled, “Would you purchase my mom for the night tonight, sir? I want her to feel what I felt, just once in her life.”

“What is her name?”

“Miska.”

“Is she a bargirl, like you?”

“She was, but the men say she is too old and ugly now.”

“Will you ask her to come to me when she has a free moment, please? But before you do, why don’t you and the other girls over there help me eat this wonderful breakfast.”

The other girls heard me and came walking over. I motioned for them to sit, and motioned for the barman to bring over more plates and such. Soon the girls were all eating and laughing. A little blue eyed blonde girl looked at me, “Is it true, sir, that you gave Missa so much pleasure, she passed out?”

“I think Missa has been telling tales. What kind of man would be so mean as to pleasure a girl until she passed out?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

Missa looked up from her ham and said, “The best kind.”

All the girls laughed.

As we were all laughing and talking, Miska entered the room. I motioned with my hand for her to come and sit down. As she sat down, the barman brought over a plate and silverware for her. As she was eating, I reached into my pouch and pulled out two gold coins. “Would you do me the pleasure of joining me in my room tonight Miska?”

“I’m sure, sir, one of these younger girls would be more to your taste.”

“I didn’t ask them -- I asked you.”

She reached out tentatively towards the coins, “I will be happy to join you, sir.”

“Rhys. My name is Rhys”,” I said quietly. All of the girls looked at me wide eyed. I looked back and said, “Never be afraid of a name. The man I am named after was a great man.”

“That name was outlawed by the Mage Kings. They have slain anyone with that name for the last six thousand years.”

“I am here, so that isn’t completely true, is it?”

“I would say it isn’t true now, but was for a long time.” A deep voice said from behind the girls. I looked up to see a person covered from head to foot in a dark hooded robe, nothing of skin could be seen.

“You would be the one they call Father?”

“Yes, Rhys, and you and I must speak in private for a time, if the ladies will excuse us…”

After we were in my room, I turned to the hooded figure. “So why are you disguised as a man?”

“I should have known my disguise wouldn’t fool you, Rhys. You always could see through them.” As she spoke, she pulled back the hood and un-wrapped the black cloth from her face. She had short blond hair with a gold circlet across her forehead. Her eyes were sky blue and her features would have made most supermodels jealous.

“Why have you come back, Rhys? The Mage kings have tightened their hold so much in the north that even the very rocks are bleeding. Your name carries a death sentence, and if they found out you were in this town they would level it and kill everyone in it.”

“I don’t know. I came back because Morgana pulled me back.”

A sharp intake of breath caused me to look at her. “She couldn’t have, Rhys. It’s not possible.”

“Why not?”

“The Mage Kings caught her almost five hundred years ago. They turned her into a statue. I am sorry, Rhys, but your wife is dead.”

“My wife?”

A look of surprise crossed her face. “How can you not know she is your wife? Everyone knows that!”

As her hand went for her sword, Morgana suddenly appeared in the room. “Taina, Rhys, you don’t have time to doubt each other. You both must be in the central kingdoms before the next full moon, and you must be together. From here, you must go to the town of Feck, east of here. In Feck, find the one they call The Shadow. Taina, leave your disguises behind. You are Armsmaster Taina once again. If this all works, the Mage Kings will be no more inside the year.” With that said, Morgana turned to Rhys. “I miss you, my love. Weep not for me, but remember me.”

As she disappeared, I looked at the space where she had been standing and whispered softly, “I can’t remember you.”

Likka looked up from the floor and muttered,