Age of Darkness - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: The Sacrifice

Lying together in the clearing, feeling safe for the first time in days, Helena and Takara kissed passionately. They fevered to show each other sexual empathy and compassionate lovemaking, to help mentally cleanse themselves of the past two days of rape and cruelty. They fondled each other’s breasts and stroking between each other’s thighs.

For Takara, this was the first time in her life she had felt sexual pleasure of her own choice. She moaned softly against the paladin’s lips, as Helena slipped two fingers inside her pussy.

Helena started to kiss her way down the sexy half-demon’s neck. A tiny part of her felt she was cheating on Martin, but she told herself that Takara needed this, and sex with another woman wouldn't really be cheating. Helena also needed this. As her lips reached the half-demon's round breasts, Takara moaned in sultry pleasure. All doubt fled from the paladin’s mind.

Her tongue gentle flicked the half-demon's nipple, while her fingers continued slowly, carefully stroking inside her pussy. Takara was moaning and then crying with joy, “That feels so good, Helena!”

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Shay woke to find herself still in the arms of the young human male who had rescued her. She shifted so she could look at his sleeping face, and felt her heart racing. She had always been taught never to trust humans, and her experiences since escaping her home village seemed to confirm this.

That paladin yesterday had hardly been the first human to rape her hairless cunt and cute round arse. Her round breasts had felt the unwanted touch of many men before him. But they had all been evil men, servants of the Demon Lord Olar. It made sense, in a way, for them to prey on her. He was an old paladin. If the stories about them were true, he should have been her protector. It was that thought that made her first cautiously approach him, showing all signs of not being hostile.

She remembered screaming in shock and fear as the old paladin grabbed her, tearing off her flimsy dress. She remembered his hands on her, squeezing her tits, forcing her slender legs wide open. The thick, human cock thrusting into her. And her screams and cries merely drove his lust further.

Then this younger human, named ‘Martin’ had come, and fought his own kind, for her. He was a complete stranger, and an enemy human at that. True, he had groped her arse a little when he helped her walk, but she could sense no malice. She knew she was very pretty, by any standards. Martin had opportunity to take advantage of her, to force himself on her, but he didn't.

But she knew she could not let her guard down. At least she felt more freedom and safety than she ever had. She gingerly reached out to stroke the human's face. He smiled and murmured in his sleep, and Shay couldn’t help but giggle a little. Then she settled back into his arms, to wait for the dawn.

When dawn came, Martin woke to find the kobold still asleep in his arms. He couldn’t overlook the pleasure of a beautiful, naked body in his arms. Certainly, his cock seemed to find it agreeable, as her cute arse was pushed against his crotch.

He gently woke her up, and her sweet, nervous smile made his heart skip a beat. He had to protect her, no matter what. It didn’t matter if she was a kobold, a race he had been taught were wicked and untrustworthy. Helena would have helped her, of that, Martin was sure.

The thought of his beloved Lady bought him back to reality. She was still out there, suffering who knows what horrors. He could not waste any time.

“I’m Martin, in case you missed it,” he said to the kobold female. “May I ask your name?”

“Shay,” she said. Her voice had a pleasing, musical lilt. “Th-thank you, for saving me.”

“No one deserves what that… paladin was doing to you,” Martin said.

His anger at the betrayal of the Paladin’s Code to protect the weak, was shining through.

He asked, “Is there anywhere in particular you were heading. I’ll protect you if I can, but I have my own quest, to find and rescue someone very dear to me.”

Shay shook her head. “No, I fled my village to find a place where I could be safe. I… I think with you is that, right now.”

Her confidence in him made Martin blush a little. He coughed, and in a formal tone said. “Then I swear, by the Holy Light, that I will protect you, with my own life if needed.”

He suddenly found himself on his back, as a tearful kobold female threw her arms around his neck and tackled him, hugging fiercely.

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Takara and Helena woke with the dawn, entangled in each other’s arms and legs. A thin sheen from their lovemaking still on their naked bodies. They kissed each other good morning, then disentangled and stood up.

“We should get some clothes,” Helena sighed. “And I’d feel a lot better with a weapon.”

Takara held up a hand, frowning, “My father has taken away my hellfire, it seems.” She spread her wings, and hovered a bit off the ground. “At least I can still fly.”

Helena smiled. “Might not want to flaunt that too much, unless we need to make a quick getaway.”

Takara landed and stuck her tongue out, “Jealous?”

Helena laughed, and hugged the half-demon. She whispered, “Just a little. Not many people don’t dream about flying.” Then she moved her lips to kiss her, which Takara returned eagerly.

Holding hands, the nude pair continued their journey, heading in the general direction that Helena guessed would lead them back to Castle Sunfire.

During their first day travelling together, Helena told Takara about the Paladin Order, and her squire, Martin. Takara felt guilty about her part in the death of so many good people. She remembered the human commander, and how he had bravely faced her. Even then, she remembered feeling regret at having to kill him, even if he was an enemy.

“This Martin,” The half-demon asked. “Are you and he lovers?”

“Not yet,” Helena said, with a slightly naughty smile. Her tone made it clear she planned to remedy that as soon as they were reunited.

Takara was surprised at her own lack of jealousy. Perhaps it was the way the paladin described the young squire that made her feel that she might find too affection from a human male of her own. She new that she could not return to her father and felt a sense of freedom for the first time in her life.

As dusk came, and the pair looked for a place to make camp. Then they heard the stomping of running feet. Growls and barked orders came through the trees, “Do not let them escape again! A hundred cold crowns to the first to capture one of them!”

“Oh no!” Helena whispered. “I thought he had more time.”

“I’m almost flattered by their obsession,” Takara muttered. “Almost.”

In a panic, not wanting to go through the prior ordeal again, Takara wrapped her arms around Helena’s waist, and launched into the sky.

This revealed their location instantly. The large group of orcs, traitor humans, and hellhounds started to give chase.

Arrows flew in their direction as Takara tried to fly as fast as she could from the pursuers. They could both hear an orc commanding, “Aim for the wings! But don’t worry about injuring them! Our healers can make sure they’re nice and ready for us.”

Takara cried in pain as an arrow nicked the end of one of her wings. Looking up, Helena could see the fear in the half-demon's beautiful face, and could see the tears of despair.

“Let me go,” Helena said suddenly, struggling to free herself.

“Are you crazy?” Takara screamed.

“I’m too heavy for you to carry for long,” Helena reasoned. “Let me go, and you can get away. They won’t kill me and you’ll fly faster without me. Find Castle Sunfire, find Martin! He’ll protect you; I know he will!”

Crying with frustration, but knowing her words to be true, Takara swooped low so the fall was minimal, and released her hold on her brave friend and lover. She then lifted into the air at full speed. As Helena had guessed, without having to carry another, she could fly fast enough to escape the pursuers.

Helena landed and rolled. She stood as the captors closed in. She quickly grabbed up a large stick, and called upon her holy fire to engulf it. She had no doubt they would overwhelm her, in fact, she was counting on it, but she had to make them work for it.

She fought with the skill and bravery that had made her such a valued member of the Paladin Order. Two human men and an orc fell to her swings, along with one of the vicious, black scaled hellhounds. But their numbers won in the end, and soon she found herself on her back, the stick knocked out of her hands and its holy fire gone.

Lust and fury drove an orc to kneel between her legs, as others held her down; Her full breasts bounced with her struggles. He opened his breeches and pulled his cock free. Without a word, he pushed it between her hairless pussy lips.

Helena threw her head back, screaming at the top of her lungs. Even as the first of many cocks started pounding into her, she took some satisfaction in knowing that her sacrifice had at least helped Takara.

Continued in Chapter 5

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