The Bard's New Song

The Bard's New Song

She worked at the bakery
It was a tasty little pie shop
And she had all the goodies
Like a heaving bosom that makes your eyes pop

She had all the fellows
Every Tom, Dick and Harry hanging 'round
But she declined Tom and Harry
Dick is all she ever thinks of now

Yes she's got Dick on her mind all the time
She hugs him and kisses him, squeezes him so tight
When he goes to bed she tucks him in sometimes
Because she's got Dick on her mind all the time

The bard's bawdy song was not the only sound filling the summer night air, there was the drunken laughter accompanying it, the constant murmur of chatter, crackling of the fire and chorus of chirping of crickets in the dark. The two amazon guards walked along the dim path as they patrolled the area where the merchant caravan had set up camp, a stone's throw from the city walls. They were approaching the lit area filled with revellers.

"Here we go, more drunken idiots to keep in line," said the muscular woman with a half-shaved head.

"Each day with the company is coins in our pocket," replied her companion.

"I'm having my doubts that it's worth it, Alkaia. You said we would face glorious combat, so far there have only been inept scuffles."

"I said we may face some great dangers, and we may still yet. The caravan is a tempting target for bandits and raiders."

"And I may sprout wings and fly home. If it weren't for the High Priestesses directive that we travel together, I would likely be back home by now."

"Yes, so eager to get back and share your blessing with Iphito, no doubt. But then, how long would it be before you had the opportunity to venture out of the great jungle again?"

"Don't care, I've seen enough. Most men are no better than rats. I wouldn't mind if I never see another one. I'm going to take a piss, I'll catch up with you."

"Yeah, sure. Don't go flying off to the jungle now, Quinn," said Alkaia, her companion made an obscene gesture and then turned and headed off the dirt path. The tall lightly-armored warrior continued walking toward the light and music and activity.

A pair of drunken men were staggering down the path toward her, merrily attempting to recant the "Dick" song, but it only sounded like an off-key slurred mess. "Holy shit, that's a big woman!" exclaimed one of them looking up at her. "I could put a saddle on her and ride her 'round the city."

"Haha, she's got big titties. Maybe she would like havin' us mount 'er," laughed his mate.

Alkaia let out an annoyed grunt. Her sour companion did have a point about men. She chose to ignore the heckling drunkards as she walked past. If they spoke like that with Quinctilia, they would likely be knocked to the ground.

She soon entered the torch-lit area where the music was playing, young women were dancing and the wine and ale was flowing. Alkaia felt the amulet above her hefty breasts begin to warm. This had her on edge, it was a warning that magic power was being called in the area, subtle as it was. And it wasn't the first time it had mysteriously activated while she had been traveling with the caravan. The guard carefully scanned the area, but couldn't see where it may be coming from. Perhaps it was just affected by the magical trinkets that some of the merchants traded in.

There was one unexpected sight that caught her attention. Young Marion Martel was there amongst the dancers, dressed in loose brightly colored pants and small tube top covering her budding breasts. She was showing a lot of her smooth pale skin. A tall, pudgy city man in a grey suit, twice her age was talking to her. Marion giggled as she dipped and swayed, her long blonde braids swinging around her slender frame.

Alkaia knew the young woman was out of place here. Her protective mother was not around, and the guard knew that she would not like this. She strode up to the pair of them and caught some of what the man was saying - "... where that came from, just come into wagon for a private dance. What do you say, Sweet thing?"

"So you like my dancing?" Marion smiled.

"Oh yes. Come and show me more," he then reached forward and gripped her wrist, trying to pull her forward. The young dancer didn't seem too perturbed by this and let out another giggle.

Alkaia's hand came down and gripped the man's shoulder hard. "Let her go!" she said in a stern voice. "She doesn't give private dances."

The man turned and looked up at the large tan woman with a muscular, shapely body partially covered in light leather and scale armor and bold tribal tattoos. He had a distasteful look on his face as he let go of the girl's arm. Marion looked up at the Amazon and gave a bright smile, "Hello Alkaia, what do you think of my new outfit? Silvia leant it to me. And I had my hair done like yours"

Her hair did look similar to Alkaia's, tied back with several long braids, some weaved together and few larger braids hanging loose. Only Marion's was a sandy blonde as opposed to dark brown. "What are you doing, Marion?"

"Dancing... obviously."

"Does your mother know you're out here?"

The young blonde pulled an exaggerated sour expression, "My mother doesn't know as much as she thinks my mother knows!"

"Have you been drinking?"

"No!" she said, shaking her head. But it seemed fairly obvious to Alkaia that she was not her usual self.

"I'm taking you back to your tent."

"Aw, but I'm having fun," whined Marion.

"Yes, let her have some fun, and make some good money," said the city man.

"You best get out of my sight right now," Alkaia threatened, looking down at him.

"Hey, I'm not doing anything wrong!"

"Would your wife agree with that?" came another male voice. Alkaia then noticed that the music had stopped and the bard had approached them.

"Wha... How did you know I'm married?"

"Bards know many things. Run along now, or she'll hear of your cogent interest in young caravan dancers." "Y... you don't even know her," he said, obviously flustered. "But I'm leaving anyway. You caravaners are a shifty lot, and rather offensive to the nose!"

Alkaia watched as the man walked off, disappearing in the dark. She looked over at the bard as he flashed his charming smile. He was of average height and build for a human, which to an amazon was short and puny. He had medium-length light brown hair and a neatly-trimmed mustache and patch under his bottom lip. He was wearing his usual red puffy cap and matching poncho, with golden-brown light and loose pants and long-sleeved shirt.

Was he waiting for a thank you? Alkaia wasn't going to give it, she would have handled the man just fine without his intervention.

"Ah, Lady Alkaia. Good of you to look out for young Marion. I think the girl is entitled to let her hair down and have some fun. But perhaps you are right, it may be time for her to go home."

"Girl?!" snapped Marion.

The bard flashed her a bright smile, "My apologies, Marion. You're a fine young lady, certainly."

"Have you been giving her alcohol, bard?" asked Alkaia.

"No, I have not. Can't say I've even seen her drinking. And call me Leon."

"I told you," Marion started swaying again, "What happened to the music?"

The bard looked up at Alkaia again. "I'm sure the people of this site feel safer with your presence. I would be happy to escort this young lady back to her tent for you. I am good friends with her mother."

"She said you were a sleaze-bag," said Marion.

"Ha ha, oh, that's Bitchy-Bethany, alright. We know each other well enough for affectionate insults."

"No, bard. I'll be the one taking her back. Just let my companion know I'll be back soon."

"As you say. I was only trying to be helpful. Good night Lady Marion, your dancing was very captivating. Don't forget your coins."

The young woman smiled at the compliment. Then caught the amazon's stern look and pouted, "Okay fine, let's go." She squatted down and picked up her bowl, which held a decent amount of copper coins. Alkaia had to help steady her as she lifted herself up again. Marion giggled as she stumbled and accidentally head-butted the guard's left breast. "Wish I had big boobs like you,' she said admiring the leather bound cleavage in line with her head.

"Really?" said Alkaia. "I wish I had small boobs. Come on, 'Lady Marion' "

They started to walk off and there was a shout behind them. "HEY BARD!!"

Alkaia turned to see an angry man confronting Leon. There were half a dozen menacing thugs standing behind him. This looked like trouble. "Stay here," she instructed Marion.

"Where's my purse?" The man growled, standing close to the bard and balling his fists.

Leon smiled nervously but remained calm, "I assure you, I do not know sir. But if you have lost your belongings I can help you ask around if anyone has seen them."

The man got hold of his poncho aggressively, "Don't give me that shit. My purse was stolen and you have something to do with it. The booze doesn't hit me that hard, and you were distracting me while someone robbed me. Who the fuck was it?!"

"Calm down and let him go!" Alkaia commanded, standing close.

The aggressor was tall, but not as tall as her. He looked her over and sneered. "You're a big bitch. You a guard here?"

"I am."

"I want justice. My purse was stolen, and this weaselly bastard had something to with it."

"He's mistaken," protested the bard. "I have only been entertaining these fine folk all night. If his purse was taken it had nothing to do with me."

"I said let him go," said Alkaia, remaining calm. "You don't know who is to blame. I'm telling you to leave and not cause trouble."

The man growled and gave the bard a hard shove, roughly pushing him back and onto the dirt. He looked around. Everyone in the area had stopped what they were doing and were watching the confrontation. "Nah, I think I will cause trouble. No one steals from me without consequences. Maybe we'll take back a couple of those pretty dancers as recompense. Not like one woman guard is gunna stop us." His gang of thugs snickered as they stepped forward threateningly.

Alkaia looked over the gang and a smile formed on her lips. They were armed with clubs, sticks and iron knuckles. She could see some sheathed knives, but none were brandishing a blade. "You sure about that?"

Their boss suddenly took a step forward and swung his fist high at her head. The amazon leaned back to dodge the blow and delivered a fast left jab to his face. He growled as he swung wildly and hit the side of her abdomen. Alkaia just smiled as she got hold of his arm with one hand and dealt a strong blow to his jaw with the other. She then gripped his arm with both hands and let out a loud grunt as she flung him away, sending him stumbling over his feet and crashing into a couple of his goons.

One of the thugs rushed up and swung his club, which Alkaia deftly sidestepped. She gave three rapid punches to his gut. A stick slammed into her back making her groan. She turned and quickly ducked as another club swung at her head. One of the thugs came at her with a staff and she lunged forward to meet him, grabbing his weapon. He still had a grip on the staff and she used her strength to swing him around as the club swung at her again, but instead hit the staff-wielding thug in the head. He released his grip and dropped to the ground.

Alkaia swung the sturdy wooden staff low, knocking the club thug's feet out from under him. She hit another attacker, making his leg buckle before slamming his face. A man on the ground reached up and grabbed her leg. She knocked it away with the staff and heard Marion call out a warning. A large body slammed into her from behind and held her tightly, pinning her arms as the staff dropped to the ground.

Alkaia roared and struggled wildly. Their boss limped toward her holding a club. He raised his club into the air ready to strike the bucking amazon. A large body suddenly slammed into him and sent him flying through the air. Quinctilia growled as she threw some hard punches into another advancing thug. "You started a fight without me!"

Alkaia ducked and threw her head back, smashing the back of her head into the thug's face. He cried out as she ripped herself free of his hold. She turned and delivered several more heavy blows. She heard repeated thwacking noises and looked around to see Quinn on top of the leader, repeatedly punching his head. The frenzied amazon raised her bloody fist again and Alkaia caught it. Quinn looked up at her with a wild look in her eyes. "We don't need to kill him."

Quinn just growled and yanked her hand away, but she relinquished her assault and stood. The man's face was covered in blood but he appeared to be gasping for breath. Alkaia looked around, the fight seemed to be over. The few men that were still conscious were dragging themselves away. The bystanders had been cheering excitedly at the action. Marion was still standing where she left her, gazing at the amazon guards with wide eyes.

"Thank you, my saviors," said Leon, coming forward.

"I didn't do it for you, bard. It's our job."

"And how exceptional you are at it. Such grace and strength, you took those lawless ruffians down and it was a thing of beauty. I could tell that you enjoyed that. It makes you feel alive doesn't it? I am certainly no fighter like you, but I am a great lover. If the fight has put you in the mood for more satisfaction, I happily offer my services. Your satisfaction is guaranteed."

Alkaia rolled her eyes at his forwardness. "Oh, Goddess!"

"How about you, Quinn? I only care for your pleasure," he said, giving her his most charming smile. The large amazon stared at him with a tiny smirk, then spat on the ground and walked away.

"Do you want me to follow you?" he asked.

"You do and you'll end up like them."

Alkaia looked around at the badly beaten unconscious men on the ground and chuckled. "Come on, let's go, Marion."

---

"Oh, come on Mother, seriously?!"

"Get to it now, Marion, I need to do some washing."

"But the well is on the other side of the camp, and the buckets are heavy when they're full, and there will be a queue for the water. Can't we just wait for the water-cart?"

"It's just the start of your punishment, young lady. And you're just going to make it worse for yourself if you whine about it. Now go!"

Her mother was obviously still very angry with her. Marion was angry, too, why does she have to still treat her like a child? Why couldn't she go out and have some fun and make some coin if she wanted to? The night was a bit of a blur to her, but she remembered enjoying the music and merriment of the night, as well as the attention of city men. She remembered loosening up and being able to enjoy herself around others like she hadn't before.

The young blonde left the tent in a huff and picked up the solid wooden carrying-pole with a metal bucket attached to each end. She now wore her plain blue frock, far more modest and subdued than her borrowed dancing outfit. Her mother stepped out behind her, watching her coolly with her deep green eyes.

"And don't stop to talk to anyone. Not those big guard women."

"Alkaia is a good person, mother," protested Marion.

"They're not like us. They're from the jungle, they're savage. And who knows what strange rituals they perform for their gods."

"Oh for Freya's sake mother, just because they're different... "

"Just do as you're told. And don't dawdle, I have many more chores to keep you out of trouble."

Marion just let out a frustrated huff and walked away with the carrying pole over her shoulders and empty buckets rocking back and forth. Her mother watched as she walked down the dirt path past a few caravan wagons.

The bard appeared with his lute in hand and wearing his usual red poncho and feathered cap "Ah, fine morning to you young Marion. How are you faring after last night's activities?"

"I'm not allowed to talk to anyone!" she said, not stopping. The bard only just managed to dodge one of the buckets as she walked past.

"Oh, your mother's a little upset about last night? I'll talk to her."

---

Bethany Martel was busying herself bunching herbs and tying them with string when the bard approached. He could see where Marion got her looks, the stern woman had long blonde hair tied up behind her neck. Her body was much more rounded and shapely than her daughter's. The bard admired the generous cleavage pushing out from her worn green and brown frock.

"Good morning Bethany," he chimed in greeting.

She looked up and regarded the man coldly, "Bard. What do you want?"

The bard was unruffled by the stony greeting, "Call me Leon, please. I've just come for a friendly chat."

"Hit on me again and I'll throw this knife at you."

"I told you, I wasn't hitting on you, it was merely my friendly, complimentary manner of speaking. I admit it can be taken the wrong way from time to time."

"Sure, I have heard a lot of things about you... Leon, chasing tail all around the camp. You just stay well away from my Marion, she's not that kind of girl."

"Oh, the girl?" Leon chuckled. "I am not interested in her that way. Pretty as she is, she still has a long way to come before reaching her mother's womanly charms." Bethany raised her carving knife threateningly. The bard raised his hands in submission. "Sorry, sorry. The charm can be hard to turn off sometimes."

"Charm is not the word I would use."

"Hehe. Well, I saw your daughter letting her hair down with the dancers last night. I was watching over her. I even stepped in when a patron was becoming a little too pushy. And I made sure she was safe when a spot of unpleasantness broke out with some trouble-makers."

The mother had a horrified look on her face, "I have already had a stern talk with her about that. But if she tries that again, you will send her straight home. She has no place among that drinking and debauchery."

"Nah, it's just folk unwinding and having a good time. But perhaps you are right, not an appropriate place for a sweet girl like Marion, which is why I would like to suggest an alternative diversion for her." He held up his lute. "I could teach the lass a musical instrument. Music is good for the soul. If she shows talent she could even earn some extra coin for it."

Bethany looked at him skeptically, "You want to teach her to play the lute?"

"Or harp, flute or even singing. The first lessons are free of charge, to see how she takes to it."

The woman was silent for a moment, coldly staring at the bard. Then she shook her head. "No, bard. I don't care what you say, I can't trust you to keep your hands off my daughter."

"Surely an intelligent woman like yourself doesn't believe everything she hears. Idle gossip and rumors spread around this company like wildfire. I will show you I am not a bad fellow at all if you would just give me a chance."

"I gave you my answer. Good day, bard."

"Okay, I respect your decision, dear lady. You do seem rather tightly-strung this morning, however." He held his lute across his chest and gave a musical strum. "Before I go, I would like to play you a song I wrote myself - 'The Melting Rose.' It is said to be quite soothing."

"No, I don't want to hear it," growled Bethany, but the bard ignored her and began strumming the intro on his instrument.

She had an annoyed look on her face as Leon continued to play the song. She went back to gathering her herbs, doing her best to ignore him. The bard's nimble fingers moved over the strings, filling the air with melodic notes. He breathed steadily as he focused on tapping into the weave with his well-practiced song and willing it to wash over the stubborn mind before him.

He began to sing low stirring words. The woman stopped what she was doing and looked up with a neutral expression on her face. Her dark brown eyes were fixed on him, barely blinking and he knew that he had her. She was entranced by the song. He continued to sing the enchanting words, drawing the arcane power.

The widow now gave him a look of deep longing. Her lips were parted and hands began sensually wandering over her curvy body. The bard strummed a few more chords of his lute and finished the song. His loins stirred as he looked over the spellbound woman before him. He gave her a wide grin that seemed to make her quiver. She was an entirely different woman to the one who looked at him with annoyance and distrust.

She was ready.

Leon slowly walked up to her and she watched him with deep anticipation. He took a strong hold of her and planted a kiss on her waiting lips. She melted into him, pressing her full breasts against his chest as their lips pressed hard into each other. His tongue explored her mouth and rubbed fervently against hers.

He broke from the passionate kiss and she let out a soft raspy moan. "I want you Bethany," he said softly. "Let me share your bed."

"... Oh, yes!" she gasped. The bard smiled as he took her hand and lead her into her tent. Leon closed to flap and then his hands were all over his waiting prize. She let out several soft moans as he passionately kissed her neck and groped at her body. He got hold of the front of her frock and pulled it down, exposing her pale breasts and rosy hard nipples. "Oh, very nice!" he commented as he cupped the mounds in both hands and proceeded to squeeze and rub them. He bent over and pushed his face into her yielding bosom. Bethany let out a delighted squeal as he kissed and sucked on her turgid nipples.

His began lifting the hem of her frock and his hand slid up the inside of her thigh, making her quiver. He grabbed at her groin to find her cotton undergarments were warm and wet. Bethany moaned as his fingers rubbed over her sodden inflamed mound. "Oooh... please!" she rasped.

"Please what? What do you want?" he asked, smiling.

"I want you."

"Want me to do what?"

"Take me."

"You mean you want me to fuck you, you dirty whore?"

"Yes!"

"Say it!"

"I'm a dirty whore. I want you to fuck me!"

The bard smiled and continued to tease her, "You were a little rude to me earlier. Maybe I should just go."

"No, don't! Please... I'm sorry!" she said desperately.

Leon chuckled, his song had a profound effect on her, and he knew why. The widow had been a long time without a man, this is what her body has been longing for. She was powerless to repress it now. He was happy to give the dirty whore what she wanted.

He roughly pulled at her clothing as she did her best to help him to remove it all. Soon her frock had fallen to the floor along with her underwear and she was standing naked before him. He pushed down on her shoulders and she took that as encouragement to get down and lay back on her bedding. She spread her legs apart in invitation.

The bard looked over the naked eager woman with a devious smile. She was a little older than the sluts he usually bedded, but she still had a nice voluptuous body. More flesh to take hold of. She had a dark bush and fat rosy labia glistening and wet. He hurriedly dropped his pants and freed his rigid member. The widow gasped and moved her hand down, rubbing her yearning cunt. "Take me," she pleaded.

The bard gave his hard cock a few slow strokes. "Say it again, whore."

She looked up at him and bit her bottom lip, "I am a dirty whore, fuck me please!"

"Yes you are." He dropped down between her spread legs and began rubbing his erection over her puffy wet lips. She moaned and raised her hips, encouraging him to penetrate her. Leon soon got tired of teasing and pushed his turgid rod into her. He slid into the wet slit easily and buried his cock to the hilt.

Bethany moaned with pleasure as he raised his hips before sinking his cock deep into her again. Her soft and warm inner walls felt good as they hugged his driving member. There was a wet slapping sound as he continued to thrust into her eager cunt. Her round breasts shook with each hard lunge. The bard reached over and grabbed hold of one, squeezing it while he continued to fuck her.

He got hold of her legs and pushed them back as he climbed further on top of her. He was driving his cock down into her now, fucking her into the thin mattress. Bethany closed her eye and rolled her head back, she was moaning with pleasure. "Ooh, yes! My love... Tony!"

"My name is Leon!" he scowled.

"Ahhh... Tony!"

'Fine, if she wants to think of someone else, I'll think of her lovely daughter. I'm going to be the one to pop her cherry, and right now I'm inside the birth canal she popped out of. Mmmm, yeah, she's going to be tighter than this.'

He continued to give deep wet thrusts. The widow's pussy felt good, though it was very wet, it could take him some time to cum, even fucking her deep and hard as he was. That would be fine if he was in the mood to wallow in a warm wet pussy for most of the morning, but he had just come here for a quick rut. And Marion returning to find him balls deep in her mother may not aid his quest to take her virginity. He grinned as he thought of the other option.

He pulled out from the wet hole and raised himself up off of her. Bethany looked up him and his hard cock, glistening with her juices. "Hmm, put it back in."

"My love, I desire to claim you every way I can. Is this not what you want, also?"

"Yes," said Bethany, breathing heavily.

"Then you will allow me to enter your other hole."

"My other... hole?... I have never... "

"It's what I desire, you will not deny me, will you?"

"No," she said readily, "take me as you please."

"Good, now roll over for me." Bethany did as she was told as he positioned her on her knees and elbows. He moved up behind her with his hard cock in hand and slipped it into her pussy before pulling out again. The member was nice and wet with her juices as he lined it up with her little pucker. He pushed forward until the sphincter yielded and his cock sunk into her virgin rectum. Bethany let out a yelp as he pushed in deeper until his balls rested against her rosy cunt. The stretched ring clutched his shaft tightly as he began rocking his hips back and forth.

"Aaah yeah!" groaned Leon as he continued to fuck her. The tight asshole would make him spurt before too long. The widow groaned and yelped and was bucked with each hard thrust. He could feel her clenching around him and that made it feel even better. Her hanging breasts shook back and forth as she was banged from behind.

Leon had a tight hold of her hips and continued to ream the clutching hole. He could feel the pressure building in his thrusting member and started to ache for release. He was going to blow his load right in her ass. He pumped her even faster until he reached his peak. Leon let out a loud grunt as his balls tightened and his cock throbbed with pleasure, releasing a spurt of cum deep up Bethany's rectum. He slowly pushed his throbbing member back and forth, allowing the hole to milk more cum out of it.

"Ahhh, Fuck!" he gasped.

---

Water sploshed out of the bucket as Marion struggled to lift the pole over her shoulders.

"Nnngh, Gods damn it!" she huffed in frustration.

"You shouldn't damn the Gods, they may damn you instead." Alkaia had appeared beside her and lifted the pole up off her shoulders with apparent ease.

"Alkaia," Marion smiled as she looked up at the guard. "My mother told me not to talk to you."

"Oh, she is upset about what you got up to last night?"

"I'm old enough to make my own choices."

"Yes, I agree. But your mother only wants you safe, don't begrudge her that. So... angry mother aside, did you pull up well after last night."

"Yeah... it was kind of a blur, but I'm pretty sure I enjoyed myself."

"You need to be careful, there are amoral men who would take advantage of young women who just want to have a good time. It is what your mother is worried about."

"Hmph, I wouldn't need to worry about that if I were as strong as you. That fight last night... I hadn't seen anything like it. You beat a whole bunch of tough men, you were amazing."

Alkaia waved her hand dismissively, "That was just work. I have faced much tougher combat trials."

"Wow, that's awesome."

"Perhaps I could show you a few defence techniques, enough to help you get away from an attacker."

Marion's face lit up, "Oh would you?! That would be great." Then she let out a frustrated huff, "We can't today, my slave-master mother will have me toiling all day long."

The tall amazon nodded, "Well, when the time is available to us."

The two of them walked along the dirt track, past more of the caravan's tents, wagons, and a few people going about their everyday chores. "Do you have a man back home, Alkaia?" The young woman asked.

The guard smirked, "There are no men back home."

"Oh... really?! I had heard the rumors and gossip about amazons, but I thought they may have just been stories. Like I had read about the first age, folk used to believe there were no dwarven women, because they only ever saw the men. They believed that new dwarves were shaped from stone. That's changed now, though, we see female dwarves about. I thought maybe it was like that with amazon men, they just never ventured out from the jungles."

"Our Goddess Ghanadel has judged men to be unworthy, she blesses us with only daughters. We are not supposed to talk of this with outsiders."

"Oh, but... then how do you give birth to daughters without... you know... a man's seed."

"Some of us are chosen to receive Ghanadel's blessing. It was the purpose of our pilgrimage to the great temple in the northern mountains."

"You and Quinn received a blessing from your Goddess? Does that mean you're going to have a daughter?"

Alkaia nodded slowly, "One day, yes. You are a curious one, Marion. Quinctilia would kill me for telling you so much."

"Oh crap, we're getting close to my tent. My mother better not see you carrying the water, or talking to me."

"Ah, yes," said Alkaia, lifting the carrying pole to the smaller blonde's shoulders for her to take hold of.

"Thank you, Alkaia. I look forward to getting those fighting lessons sometime."

"I'm sure you would make a tenacious warrior, Marion. Take care."

The tall guard walked away as Marion caught her balance with large buckets of water and continued on toward her tent. Her mother was not waiting outside as she expected. She strained as she lifted the pole and settled it down under the awning, splashing out a little more of the water. She heard some ruffling inside the tent.

"I have your water, mother. Don't blame me for taking so long, I told you there would be a line." she called out.

The tent flap opened and she was surprised to see the bard step out. The man just nodded and smiled at her as he adjusted his belt. "Ah, hello again, Marion. I told you I would talk to your mother. We were discussing the prospect of you taking music lessons."

"With you?" she asked skeptically.

"Who better to teach you? Well, give it some thought. I'm famished, I think I'll go and find something to eat." He gave her a wink before strutting off, whistling a merry tune.

"Mother?" called Marion, walking up to the tent flap and looking in. "By the Gods Mother! Put some clothes on!"

"Uh, yes. I'll put some clothes on," her mother said meekly.

Marion looked back in disbelief as the bard casually strolled away, "What the Hell?!"

---

It was getting late in the afternoon and the shadows grew long. Borso Kormmud let out a sigh as he slumped down at his stool and table outside his wagon. He picked up the pipe from his table and busied himself packing it with pipe-weed. A young red-headed man walked around from behind the wagon. "I swept out the storage space and restacked your crates, Mr Kormmud."

"Ah, good lad. That'll do for today, why don't ye take a load off."

"Sure," said the boy, pulling up a stool. He sat quietly for a little while as the dwarf struck a match and began drawing in smoke from his pipe. He looked up and to see the bard approaching.

"Strangheart," the dwarven merchant said in greeting. "Heard 'bout the scuffle last night, you were lucky the jungle bitches were there to save yer ass, the way I hear it."

"A fine afternoon, Borso. Yes, some patrons got a little rowdy and the guards handled it. 'Twas no big deal."

"Gunna be a big deal one day when ya get into trouble and don' have anyone on hand ta bail ya out."

"I get by just fine on my natural charm," said Leon with a smile. He looked at the young man sitting across the table, "And who's this strapping fellow?"

"Colin, he was a stable boy here, but decided he's travellin' with us down to Port Dawson."

"My uncle will get me work as a dockhand there. I'm doing some work for Mr Kormmud in exchange for food and a place on his wagon. It's nice to meet you, Mr... Strangeheart?" said the youth, offering his hand.

"Strangheart, Leon Strangheart," the bard shook his hand. "You might have heard of me, I am a famous bard, and famous lover."

"Ah... no, sorry," said Colin, shaking his head.

Leon drew his hand back with a subtle sneer, "Admittedly, I am more famous among the womenfolk. Speaking of which... " He reached into his pocket and plopped a card down onto the table. Borso looked at it and stroked his long black beard.

"Oh, been busy have ye? Eight of hearts... The Martel widow, wasn't it?"

"Yes indeed," said the bard, grinning.

The dwarf looked at him skeptically, "Really? I thought she couldn't stand the sight of ye'."

"Pass the rock, dwarf." Borso slowly nodded and then reached into his pocket before tossing a small round stone, which the bard deftly caught. "I surely did make love to the Martel widow, without payment, threat or force." The rock briefly pulsed with white light.

"What is that?" asked Colin.

"The Stone of Truth," said Leon." The only item of Borso's with any real magic. It glows white when a true statement is made, red with a lie."

"That thing is all-knowing?"

"Nothin' like that, kid," said Borso, "Only indicates what the holder believes is the truth."

"Oh... and what about the card?"

"A little bet me and the bard have goin'. I got sick of his braggin' bout being able to bed any woman he wanted, so I made him a wager. Twelve women from the company, one for each card in the hearts suite, minus the King. If he can't bed 'em all by the time we reach Port Dawson, he owes me a cask of Donnel Silverfinch's Blackhaven Brandy, a very fine and very pricey drink."

"When I have sunk my cock into the whole lovely suite, he will name me 'King of Hearts.' The Blackhaven Brandy will be the icing on an already delightful cake, for I am going to win this wager." The bard made a point of showing the Stone of Truth glowing white in his hand.

"Give me that back," grumbled the dwarf. Leon snickered as he tossed him the magical item.

"Uh, how many are left?" asked Colin.

"Three," said Borso. "They'd be tough nuts to crack, too."

"No seduction is too difficult for the King of Hearts," smiled Leon.

"There's the knave and queen - the two amazon bitches."

"The large guard women with the tattoos?" said Colin, "They're scary."

"They mostly keep to 'emselves, too. Morgan reckons amazons are all man-hating dykes. Can't see 'em falling for the bard's bullshit when they'd rather be lickin' each other's cunts."

"They have magnificent melons, I can't wait to bounce them about," laughed Leon, holding his hands out and miming a pair of huge breasts.

"And there's also the Ace card - the Martel Widow's daughter. A virgin, we're pretty sure."

"Ah yes, sweet young Marion. I could have had her last night, but it wasn't to be. I will pop her cherry soon, though. Who better than a great lover like myself to give her an unforgettable first time? I have deflowered many a young maiden across the land."

"Do you usually do their mothers, too?" asked Borso.

"When they are comely enough. Bethany Martel may act like a cold bitch around others, but she was more than a little cock-starved. She sent her daughter away on an errand this morning and couldn't wait to get me in her tent and spread her legs for me. She wanted me to call her 'dirty whore' and even wanted me to take her in the ass. Well, I'm not one to deny a lady her kinks, I ploughed her asshole, and she loved it."

Colin's face blushed red as the bard talked. Borso gave a wry grin under his beard. "Cock-starved, ye say. Do ye think she might go for some dwarf cock?"

"Yeah, I think she would," said Leon with a grin. "You've got to come on strong, that's the key. She might turn you down and take offense, even threaten you, but it's all her game. She really wants you to keep pursuing her. Eventually she'll beg you to stick your dwarf cock in her ass."

"Hmmm, that sounds good to me, thanks bard." Borso looked happy as he took a long draw from his pipe.

"Least I can do for the dwarf who is going to buy me a cask of Blackhaven Brandy."

Borso's mood dimmed a little, "Yer still two dykes and a virgin away from that."

Leon looked back at Colin, who seemed a little uncomfortable with the conversation, "Many of the other cards were dancers and merchant's wives. You know who I did first? The nine and banner of hearts - wives of our caravan co-captains - the Van-Houten brothers. Fine young trophy wives they were too, and I got them in bed together, a happy threesome. We came very close to being caught, there lies an interesting tale. Oh you're going to love this. I won't spare you any of the sordid details... "

The bard continued to tell his story as the sun slowly sunk to the horizon.

---

The following day, Marion was walking through the campsite. It was another clear and sunny day outside the city of Redwell. She came across the young redheaded man who was tending the pair of horses that were hitched to post between wagons.

"Uh, hello, excuse me, have you seen the two amazon guards?" she asked.

"Ah, no, not this morning, I haven't," he replied placing the bucket on the ground and looking at her.

She looked the young man over, "I haven't seen you here before. Are you from the city?"

"I am, but I will be traveling with the caravan down to Port Dawson. I have some work lined up there. I just needed to get away from Redwell." He brushed his hand on his brown trousers and offered it to her. "Nice to meet you, I'm Colin."

Marion looked him over, and decided he was cute. She liked his scruffy red hair and rounded face. She shook his hand, "I'm Marion."

"Oh, um... is your mother the Martel widow?"

An irritated look suddenly came over Marion's face, "Why? What did you hear about her?"

"Nothing!" Colin said defensively. "It's... it's just... "

"What?!" she snapped.

"The bard... Leon... y... you should watch out for him."

"I know that... Why... what did you hear?"

"He's persuing you. Said he will take your... uh... maidenhood."

Marion had a horrified expression on her face and turned bright red, "He told you that?!"

"I heard him say it. But please don't say that I told you. I just thought I should warn you."

"That slimy rat! It will never happen!"

"What will never happen?" came another female voice. Marion looked behind her and saw the two amazon guards.

"Alkaia! I was looking for you."

"Is something wrong?"

Marion looked back at the young man, "I thank you for the warning, Colin. Good day."

Colin looked up at the large tan women looking coldly at him and swallowed nervously. "Yeah, I have work to do for Mr Kormmud. Nice to meet you, Marion."

The young blonde watched him pick up the bucket and walk away. She turned back to the amazons who were waiting patiently. "It's the bard. I... I think he drugged my mother, somehow, and... and took advantage of her. She wasn't herself yesterday and she doesn't want to talk about it. I think he wants to do the same to me, he offered music lessons, but I think it's a ruse."

"Ruse?" asked Quinn.

"A trick," clarified Alkaia. "Yes, I've been hearing plenty about this bard. He's had sex with half the women in the company by the sound of it."

"My mother would never choose to sleep with him. She's putting on a brave face, but I can see she's upset. He compromised her somehow."

"Yes, I think you're right, Marion. Don't worry, we will handle that swamp-rat."

Quinn nodded, "No one will find his body."

Alkaia turned to her, frowning, "Why do you always have to go there so quickly? We're not killing him."

Quinn shrugged, "It would solve the problem, wouldn't it?"

"I don't want to have anyone killed," said Marion.

"No, we'll just teach him a lesson. Will you help us, Marion?"

"Uh, okay... yes... what do have to do?"

Alkaia reached up to her neck and removed the beaded necklace that carried her magical pendant. She held it out for the young woman. "Wear this for a while."

"What are you doing?" scalded Quinn. "Queen Deianeira awarded that to you. You should not be giving it away to an outsider.

"We're the outsiders here, Quinn, and it's mine to use as I see fit."

"Oh, is it special?" asked Marion, hesitating to take it.

"It will protect you, and so will we. I want you to have your music lesson with the bard."

"Really?"

---

Later that day, Leon was smiled at the young woman sitting in his tent. "I am glad you're here Marion. You are interested in learning about music, huh?"

The young blonde seemed nervous as she sat on the wooden stool looking around the modest tent. "Maybe. I will see how it goes."

"Yes indeed, I like your attitude. You should be open to new experiences, it will enrich your life, and it will help you to find your passion." He handed her his lute with both hands.

Marion slowly reached up and took hold of it by the neck. She examined the tear-drop shaped base made of a reddish wood and long dark handle with its five tight strings. "Who taught you to play?"

"My father," Leon said with a slight scowl. "As absent as he was for a majority of my adolescence, at least he taught me a love of music. Here, I'll show you how to hold it." Marion visibly tensed as he moved around behind her, getting very close. He gently positioned her with the instrument resting on her lap and her arms over the strings at the base and neck. His head came close to hers and he took a deep breath, taking in her scent. He looked down at her slim young body with a firm hold the wooden instrument. He saw a dark beaded necklace around her neck and tucked in her frock between her petite breasts. He hadn't noticed her wearing that before.

"You need to relax, Marion, you can't play when you're that tense. I want your first time to be an enjoyable experience."

Marion recoiled, "What do you mean first time?!"

"Your first time creating music," chuckled Leon. "Go ahead and play."

"I-I don't know how yet."

"Just strum the lute. Listen to the notes. Do what comes naturally."

Marion managed to relax a little when he moved away and sat in front of her once again. She looked down at the strings and tenuously plucked one of them, sounding a soft note. She plucked the other strings listening to the similar but different notes they produced.

"Don't forget to fret," said Leon, watching her intensely.

"Fret? You told me I need to relax!"

The bard laughed and pointed to the neck. "Fretting, press down on the strings at different points to change the pitch."

"Oh." She moved her slim fingers along the strings as she experimented with different notes and pitches. She started to pluck the strings faster, creating a jumbled chain of notes. She looked at the bard and could see his dark eyes roaming over her body, a lusty half-smile on his lips. She felt very uncomfortable.

"I'm not making music, I'm just making noise."

"We all start somewhere." He held his hands out, gesturing for her to pass the instrument. Marion slowly handed it to him. The bard held the lute close to him in a very familiar way and casually strummed a soft melody. "Music acts like a magic key, to which the most tightly closed heart opens."

And to which the most tightly closed legs open.

He could tell that the young lady was apprehensive, she didn't trust him and had her defenses up, but that would all change with a song. He had a few of the special songs he developed, There was one that mimicked intoxication, he subtly used it on the virgin the other night when she was dancing, only to be cock-blocked by the amazon. He had another which fired up a woman's lust, putting her in heat, he had plenty of wild sex thanks to that song. It was not entirely suitable for an inexperienced maiden, though.

He would play the same song that allowed him to take her mother - The Melting Rose. It would drop all her defenses, leave her placid and submissive. She will desire a dominant man to have his way with her. The girl before him was very young and pretty, he couldn't wait to take her cherry. "I will play you a song now, Marion. Listen to it closely and pay attention to the way it makes you feel."

The young blonde nodded and sat there with her hands on her lap. Leon began strumming the opening chords as the song began. He tempered his excitement for what was to follow and concentrated on tapping into the thread of natural magic with his music. Marion was sitting still on the stool, her face placid as she listened. Her hand reached up to her chest and she let out a deep breath. The bard took it as a sign his magic was affecting her and continued his song.

Marion still sat there quietly as he finished his song and laid his lute down on the floor. He looked into her green eyes and admired her pretty face. He could feel his cock stirring. His lovely Ace of Hearts, she was now ready for the taking. He quickly moved forward and embraced her, pressing his lips into hers.

Marion quickly pulled back from the kiss with a squeal and slapped his face hard. The bard stumbled back in surprise as Marion rose to her feet. "What the Hell are you doing?!" she yelled angrily.

The bard was caught off guard by her resistance, "Uh... s-sorry... Marion, I-I must have misread your body language... I thought... "

"I was just sitting there! You are a sleaze-bag like everyone says. Keep your hands to yourself, bard." She stormed toward the tent exit.

"Wait, I'm sorry, Marion. Please stay, I'll sing you another song."

She stormed out of the tent leaving the bard alone and wondering what happened. Things didn't always go as planned when his used his spell songs, usually due to outside interference, but his songs usually had the desired effects on his targets. Did he get something wrong?

Well, shit!

---

That evening, Leon sat at a table in 'The Guiding Frog', a modest tavern within the city walls. He had just finished a meal of roast duck and was washing it down with a pint of ale as he listened to the fiddler play a rather pedestrian rendition of 'Stormbreaker of Moonhall'. The tavern had been slowly filling with patrons, mostly merchants, guards and various workers from the city. There were a few merchants and entertainers he recognized from the caravan, too, but he wasn't in the mood to mingle with them.

He was pondering what had gone wrong with Marion. Did his desire for the pretty young maiden affect his concentration? Did he make a critical error with his rendition, it seemed unlikely, his 'special' songs were well practiced. She should have been putty in his hands, just like her mother. Perhaps her innocence hindered the desire to submit to a man, or perhaps she was just too defensive and for the song to affect her as it should.

Leon wasn't discouraged. He was still determined to be the one to take her virginity. The widow's daughter was a challenge, and that made her even more desirable. He would find a way inside her, he was not about to lose his bet with Borso. He would prove that he can have any woman he desired, and the brandy was going taste exquisite.

He then noticed the tavern doors open and two tall figures walk through. Several of the other tavern patrons stared at the newcomers, murmuring to each other. The sight of the large shapely amazons was a rare sight within the city. Leon was surprised to see them there, too. He never saw the guards drinking in any of the taverns the caravan had traveled to.

Despite standing out among the gawking city folk, the two amazons seemed relaxed, and casually walked over to an empty table. The buxom wench soon came over and took their order. The other patrons soon stopped their conspicuous staring and went back to their business.

The amazons were talking to each other and didn't seem to look Leon's way. He wondered if they had noticed him there on the other side of the room. He wondered if they had chosen to come to the tavern he was in. He had propositioned them the other night after the fight, offered them carnal pleasure. Perhaps it had been playing on their mind, and now they were ready to accept.

Yes, those two were still in his deck - the Knave and Queen of Hearts. Perhaps he could notch up another conquest tonight without the aid of his music. It would certainly raise him up again after his failure with Marion. Leon got up from the table and approached the wench who had just finished pouring them a couple of large mugs of ale. She didn't complain as he paid for the drinks and offered to take them over to the table. The two amazons smirked at him as he approached with their drinks in hand.

"Well, look who it is," said Quinn.

"Ladies, how wonderful it is to see you here," said Leon as he placed the drinks down in front of them. "I wanted to buy you these drinks. It is the least I could do after you saved my skin from those ruffians the other night."

"Thank you, bard," said Alkaia, returning the smile. She gestured to the empty chair and the bard didn't hesitate to take a seat.

"Leon, please. So, I see the two of you are off duty tonight. Looking for some fun and recreation before we set off tomorrow?"

"Something like that," said Alkaia before taking a big swig of her ale.

Leon's eyes lingered on her full breasts held tightly within the scaled armor chestpiece, plenty of her tanned skin could still be seen, pressed into an impressive bulging cleavage. He yearned to free them and grab hold the smooth flesh with both hands, to feel their weight. It made his cock stir. Alkaia put mug down and smirked at him overtly staring at her chest.

"That is an impressive necklace," he said, drawing his eyes back the jewellery hanging above her cleavage. The black beaded thread looked familiar. The stone pendant hanging from the center had a green jewel which seemed to pulse with a dim light. "Is it magical?"

"Yes, it's very special."

"What does it do?"

"Maybe you'll find out."

"Hmm, okay," Leon didn't quite know how to take that, but it didn't sound like a threat. Their demeanor seemed more warm and friendly than usual. "The two of you really are magnificent. It was something to behold, watching you fight. I want you to know that my offer still stands, I am at your service if you are seeking bodily pleasure."

"Oh, here we go," said Quinn. "You said you were a great lover. Is that just a title you gave yourself, bard?"

"Oh no, It has been stated by a great many women from south to north, east to west. Nearly all of them claim that I am the best they've had."

"And what is it that makes you a great lover?"

"It's the same thing that makes a great fighter, I expect - it's my passion. I am always seeking new challenges and experiences."

"Yes, I've heard that about you," said Alkaia. "Not so much that you're a great lover, but that you're always chasing women."

"In my experience, women like to be chased. Wouldn't you like to find out about the great lover thing for yourself?"

"I think you're a great bullshitter," said Quinn. "In truth you'll probably just leave us disappointed."

"I have satisfied many strong fighter women before. I give you my word I wouldn't leave until you were completely satisfied."

Quinn smiled at that, "You're word, huh?"

"Absolutely," said Leon with a smile.

"She hasn't been with a man before," said Alkaia.

"Nor have I wanted to," added Quinn.

"You should be open to new experiences. You might find something you enjoy. How about I rent one of the rooms upstairs, and I can show you both."

Alkaia turned to her companion, "What do you say, Quinn? It could be fun."

"It is forbidden."

"Ooh, a wonderful flavor," said Leon. "There is nothing like indulging in the forbidden." The large amazon smirked at the bard and then gave a nod to her companion, "Okay, then. Let's do it." She took another long swig from her mug.

"Why don't you rent that room for us, Leon?" said Alkaia, smiling.

"Fantastic," said Leon, enthusiastically standing up from the table. "We are going to have a most enjoyable night, ladies."

---

Soon the three of them were making their way up the staircase and through the hallway with doors lined up each side. The muffled sounds of the music and murmur of chatter could still be heard below them. Leon observed a few of the travelers from the caravan watching him go upstairs with the two amazons and chattering amongst themselves about it. Good, this would only boost his reputation.

"Here we are, room six." Leon pulled out the key he had been given and promptly unlocked the door. The solid wooden door was pushed open and the bard gave a sweeping gesture as he smiled at the amazons. "After you m'ladies."

Alkaia entered first, needing to duck slightly to avoid knocking her head on the door frame. Quinn followed behind, taking in the room. It was pretty basic, and not very large. There was a big, comfy-looking bed against the far wall, taking up half the space. A sturdy wooden footlocker sat at the foot of the bed. On the side wall there was a dresser with oil lamps casting off warm light, and a basic wooden chair. A single window was on the far wall, beside the bed. The orange curtains were open and frosted glass showed that it was mostly dark outside, with some dim streetlamps below.

"Quite modest, but homely," commented Leon after shutting the door behind him. "Still, much better than a tent. It will do nicely." He boldly reached up and placed his hand firmly on Alkaia's right tit. She didn't react much, other than smirk down at him. "It has been hard to resist. You're breasts are impressive. Shall we free them from their bonds?"

"Yes we shall." Alkaia began pulling and undoing the straps of her chestpiece while the bard's hands caressed her smooth exposed skin. The bed creaked as Quinn sat down on it and began removing her boots. As soon as the chest straps were loosened off, his fingers hooked into the hardened cups and pulled them down.

The amazon's large shapely breasts were now exposed. Leon delighted in the sight of her big circular areolas, just a slightly darker shade of brown than the skin, with large protruding nipples. Leon got a firm hold of the breast again, gently squeezing the nipple between his thumb and fingers. Without needing to duck, he moved his head to the fat tit and licked along the nipple, feeling its texture on his tongue. His cock had been swelling rapidly and now strained against his pants.

Alkaia laughed softly as she stood there and allowed the lusty man to fondle and caress her chest. She grabbed his silly red cap and tossed it aside. Leon was engrossed with what he was doing and barely noticed Quinn coming up behind him. As he gently nibbled on a firm nipple, smooth flesh pressed into the back of his head. He happily realized Quinn also had her boobs out and his head was now sandwiched between four buxom breasts. He was elated with the position he was in.

He heard the soft murmur of whispers and managed to look up to see Quinn whispering something into Alkaia's ear. He thought he could make out the word "surprise," as Alkaia softly giggled. Leon would have liked to know what was said, but he was engrossed in the wonderful wall of soft flesh enclosing his head. His cock now ached as it yearned to be freed from the constraints of his pants.

Quinn got hold of her breasts and squashed the bard's head more forcefully as she let out a chuckle. She then backed away and grabbed the back of the bard's poncho, pulling him off her companion's breasts. She gave him a mild shove into the room. Leon breathed heavily as he looked back at the two amazons with their sumptuous breasts bared and free.

"Strip for us," commanded Quinn.

"Oh yes," said Leon. He wasted no time unbuckling his belt, then pulling down his pants and freeing his throbbing erection. Quinn looked over at Alkaia with a smirk. Leon continued to get undressed, removing his top, boots and pants and leaving them in a pile beside the bed. He stood there naked and smiling at the amazons as his erection poked out in front of him. He watched them eyeing off his cock and swung his hips seductively.

"Do you like what you see, ladies?"

"It's small," said Quinn. Alkaia giggled again.

"Small?! It's well-proportioned, thank you. And I certainly know how to use it."

"Ours are bigger."

A look of confusion came over Leon's face, "What do you mean?"

Quinn started to slowly lift the loincloth draped down from the bottom piece of her armor, and Alkaia did the same. Leon was watching with interest, and then let out a shocked gasp. A meaty cock was hanging from her groin. She took hold of the organ and proudly displayed it in front of her. There was no chance this was a toy, it matched her skin tone and looked very real, half-erect with thick veins running down the shaft and a slightly darker head. Alkaia was displaying a similar large cock.

"Oh, holy fucking fuck!!" exclaimed Leon.

Quinn laughed out loud at his reaction. "What's wrong bard? It's well-proportioned, and I certainly know how to use it."

Leon's legs felt weak and he had to brace himself against the wall. "Y... you're both... I thought... I thought you were female!"

"We are amazon she-males," said Alkaia, stroking her cock. "We have received Ghanadel's blessing, and will return home to breed."

"But tonight we will breed you, little bard," added Quinn with a wicked smile.

"No, no, no, no. I... I'm going." Leon picked his clothes up from the floor and warily stepped forward, still eyeing their big cocks with a scowl. His own cock had now slumped as it started to go limp.

Quinn placed her hand firmly on his shoulder, "You gave me your word, bard. You would not leave until we were satisfied. You're not going anywhere yet."

"That was under false pretenses! I didn't know you had dicks. I'm not into that. I'm not queer."

"Doesn't matter, you did give us your word, and you've got us all worked up now." said Alkaia. "It'll be a new experience. You might find something you enjoy. Isn't that right?"

"No it won't!" cried Leon as he tried push past them to the door. Alkaia roughly grabbed him and his clothes fell to the floor again. He cried out in surprise as he was roughly pushed down onto the bed. Quinn effortless pinned his arms down on the mattress. The strong amazon easily overpowered him as panic gripped him.

"Gah, let me go!"

Alkaia appeared over him, "Aw, calm down, Leon. You don't want to have sex with us anymore?"

"No, leave me alone."

"What do you do when a woman doesn't want to have sex with you?"

Leon didn't answer as he struggled against Quinn's grip.

"Oh, that's right, you play one of your songs. You use magic to change her mind, and then you have your way with her. Isn't that right?"

"No. I... I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't lie to us, bard," growled Quinn.

Alkaia moved over him on the bed, her weighty cock hung down and she casually rubbed it over his belly. "You did that to the Martel widow. You tried to do it with Marion. But you didn't succeed because she was wearing this." She got hold of her faintly glowing pendant and unlatched it from her necklace. "My Flexure Shard blocked your spell, and it remembers. You can have your spell back now."

She held the stone in front of Leon's frightened face. He looked at her pleadingly, "No, wait! You're mistaken, I can't do any magic. I'm just a simple musician. Don't - "

"Spical Tija," Alkaia intoned loudly. The stone in front of Leon pulsed with a bright green light.

Leon suddenly felt a strange tingling sensation in his head and then it felt very light. An overwhelming calmness came over him and his muscles relaxed as he stopped struggling. His heart rate was steadily slowing as he took slow deep breaths. The torrent of thoughts and emotions quickly faded from his mind. He could still sense the room around him, taking in the sights, sounds, smells and touch, but his mind had gone blank. He was left in a trance-like state.

He became aware there was a void in his mind, but did not know how to feel about it. The feelings then started to come, one after another to fill the empty void. Instinctively, his mind gave names to these feelings - feminine, submissive, receptive, indulgent, obliging, warm, welcoming. He now knew who he was as he looked up at the two beautiful she-males in the room with him. He only wanted to please them, give them what they desired.

Quinn stopped holding him down when she saw that he had relaxed. "So what exactly have you done to him?"

"I'm not sure," said Alkaia. "It's his spell. He tried to use it on Marion." She helped him to sit up and Leon gave them a vacant smile. "Hello, Leon."

"Hello, Alkaia," he said in a placid tone.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel good... thank you." "He's fucking high," snorted Quinn.

"Do you want to have sex with us?"

"Yes."

"What do you think of our cocks?" she asked, waving it in front of him. They had now fully removed their bottom armor pieces. Leon could see a set of weighty smooth balls hanging beneath the girthy penis. Alkaia had a neatly-trimmed triangular patch of dark pubic hair above her dick, while Quinn had a thicker darker strip. The masculine organs on these large strong women now looked very appealing to him.

"They're wonderful," he said as he stared with a dreamy look on his face.

"That's more like it," grinned Quinn. She stepped up to him holding her semi-erect member. Sitting on the bed as he was, his head was at the same height as her groin. Her hand brushed over his cheek and Leon had his eyes fixed on the swaying cock. His heart quickened as he became aroused, though his cock remained limp. It was a different feeling of arousal that gave him a warm tingling feeling in his gut.

He looked up from the thick cock along her well-defined abs and strong upper torso, past her large heaving breasts to her grinning face framed by dark hair. Then he gasped as he felt the smooth tip of the penis rub against his cheek, smearing pre-cum over his stubbly cheek. She pulled it away and then swung her hips, slapping the cock against his jaw. Leon inhaled sharply as he felt the weight of the organ knock his face. The amazon chuckled as gave his face a few more slaps with her hardening cock.

She pressed the dark bulbous head to his lips and Leon readily opened his mouth. She lifted the cock up from his face and waited until he looked up at her again before shoving it into his waiting mouth. Leon sealed his lips around the fat shaft and rubbed the glans with his tongue. His mouth produced more saliva and he could taste the meaty organ. Quinn hummed with delight and sunk her member further into his mouth before slowly pulling it back. The bard closed his eyes and diligently sucked her.

"Ahh... good boy. You tend to talk too much, bard. This is a far better use for your mouth."

Leon just wanted to please her. He had never sucked a cock before, yet this felt natural and pleasant. He had been blown many times, and he knew what felt good. His hand came up and wrapped tightly around the shaft. He began slowly stroking it as his head bobbed on the cock, taking it in deeper. He fought his gag reflex as it bumped the back of his throat, but it didn't interrupt his steady rhythm as he pleasured the large member.

"Oooh, yeah! He knows what he's doing," cooed Quinn.

Alkaia moved closer, holding her hard cock. Quinn was happy to share her cocksucker and pulled back from his slurping mouth. She turned his head toward Alkaia and he looked up at her before moving his head over to her member and taking it into his open mouth. He began sucking on the second cock, bobbing his head back and forth like he did with Quinn. His right hand still gripped Quinn's shaft and slowly stroked it. Both amazons hummed with pleasure.

Soon Alkaia ran her fingers though the bard's light brown hair. She slipped her cock out from his parted lips, leaving a string of saliva between them. His head was firmly directed back to Quinn's waiting cock and he took her in again.

"Ah, yeah!" she sighed blissfully as his lips sealed around the shaft and his tongue rubbed over the tip. She let him suck her off for several deep strokes before directing him to Alkaia's cock again. Leon got the idea, he began alternating between the two big dicks in front of him, concentrating on giving both of them equal attention. He had a hand up around each pole and made an effort to stroke the one that wasn't occupying his mouth.

Leon was spurred on by the heavy breathing and pleasurable noises of the she-males. Several times there was a loud slurp as he stopped sucking on one and moved to the other. His jaw was starting to feel sore and arms were tiring, but he did not want to stop.

"Ooh, this is good," said Quinn, rubbing her breasts.

"Yeah," agreed Alkaia. "Do you want to keep going until we blow our loads on his face, or do you want to check out his butt?"

"Let's see his butt-hole. I can still blow my load in his face afterwards." He made another loud slurp as she pulled out from his parted lips. "Stand up, bard."

Leon obediently did as he was told and got to his feet in front of them. He rubbed his jaw, his face was warm.

"Turn around," instructed Alkaia. He turned around and she pushed him forward, bending him over the bed. The two of them raised his legs, positioning him on his hands and knees on the soft bedding. Leon placidly complied as they posed him how they wanted. "Raise your ass high."

He moved down onto his elbows and lifted his pale butt for them. Quinn chortled and gave the cheeks a hard slap. Leon let out a small yelp of surprise but didn't protest or move from his position. Alkaia now groped at his fleshy cheeks and spread them apart, exposing his pucker.

"He's hairy," commented Quinn.

"Men tend to be, but he's not as hairy as some. He's got a nice ass. Hold on a moment." Alkaia moved to her clothing on the floor and began rummaging through her belt satchel. Quinn rubbed her hands over his butt and thighs. The bard moaned as her hand snaked up his inner thigh and got hold of his hanging balls and dick, squeezing them gently.

Alkaia returned with a small glass bottle in her hand. She pulled out the cork stopper, "Looks like it'll be a tight fit, we better lube him up."

Quinn nodded in agreement. She let go of his soft cock and balls and spread his cheeks apart again. Her companion slowly drizzled the thick oil above his hole. Leon could feel the cool liquid slowly running over his puckered opening and down his skin, it sent a shiver through him. Then there was a finger running up his taint, collecting the oil. It began rubbing forcefully around his orifice and Leon was breathing heavily. The finger rubbed his hole in a circular motion, and it felt good.

Leon gasped as the finger prodded him and pushed into his ass. His sphincter gripped the digit as it began moving back and forth. "Oh, he does feel tight," said Alkaia with a grin. She pulled it out but quickly entered the hole again with two oiled fingers. Leon moaned as they moved around inside him. The sensation was strange, but pleasurable.

"You want to fuck him now?" Alkaia asked Quinn.

"Hell yeah, but you can have the honors, Al, this was your idea."

The amazon smiled and popped her fingers out of the gripping hole. It quickly closed up again and glistened with the oil. She wiped her greasy fingers on her hard cock before moving forward. Leon could feel the weight of the member resting on his ass. His heart thumped with anticipation as the fat tip slowly rubbed down between his ass crack and over his virgin entrance.

The swollen head pushed forward meeting the resistance of the tight ring. But he couldn't resist the fat member for long with the lubricant helping it to push its way in. Leon let out a groan as his netherhole was stretched open and several inches slid inside of him. The penetrating member just sat there for a moment, half wedged in his rectum. The pain of his stretched sphincter was constant, but Leon didn't despair. He breathed quickly between clenched teeth as he relished the intense sensation.

Alkaia gripped his fleshy cheeks and sunk her cock further in, they both moaned together as the big cock was buried to the hilt. The organ felt huge inside him. It felt like it was prodding against another entrance deep inside his body .She pulled back and Leon felt his soft insides being rubbed and pulled. Then the meaty pole pushed in deep again.

Leon pressed his face into the soft bedding and gasped and groaned. The cock was moving inside him with a steady push and pull, penetrating him deeply. The stout shaft continually slid through his tight gripping ring, aided by the greasy lubricant.

"Oh, yeah! Fuck his ass!" Quinn rasped excitedly.

The large amazon was doing just that, while Leon kept his ass up high for her. She began pushing her cock in with more force while still pulling back slowly. With each deep thrust her hefty balls slapped against his oily skin, just above his own balls. They could hear the rhythmic slapping sound, along with the bard's gasps and moans.

She kept up the long, steady strokes. Leon could feel the forceful rubbing along his prostate and deep prodding into his bowels. It was an intense stirring within his gut that had him moaning with the mixture of pleasure and pain. He was being fucked hard, and he didn't want it to stop.

Alkaia had been steadily increasing the speed she was pulling back until she was pumping into his ass at a quicker pace. The slap, slap, slap of her hefty balls now had a faster tempo. Her big breasts jiggled as she banged the smaller male hard. Leon groaned and involuntarily clenched as she pulled back, forcing her round cockhead to pop out and rub up his ass crack. She quickly got hold of it and prodded it into the soft yielding netherhole. The big cock penetrated deeply again and continued its vigorous thrusting.

Soon Alkaia slowed her pace back to the steady pushing and pulling again. Leon could hear her breathing heavily as she sensually rubbed his bare back. His own chest was rising and falling with deep breaths and his heart was thumping. "Tight ass will make me cum," she panted. "Not yet. I think Quinn can't wait to get inside you, Leon."

"Oh yeah!" Quinn was holding her big erection. "My first time with a man. I'm excited."

Alkaia pulled back slowly until the hole released her member from its tight grip and the round tip popped out. She held his ass cheeks apart and saw the stark little black hole disappear as the ring slowly closed up again. She moved aside as Quinn stepped up behind him and lined her hard cock up with the little wet opening. Quinn didn't waste any time as she forcefully shoved her member into the waiting ass.

Leon let out another long moan as his ass was obscenely stretched open and filled again. Quinn was even bigger than her companion and prodded deep into his rectum, with the tip pushing right into his inner sphincter. She pulled back and gave a few slow thrusts, enjoying the tight hugging ring around her shaft. It didn't take long for her to grab Leon's hips and start slapping her cock into him hard and fast.

The bard had his head flat on the bed, moaning. He gripped the quilt tightly in his hands. Each deep thrust bucked him forward and her weighty balls were slapping over his. Quinn's big tits bounced on her chest as she vigorously banged away into the male's ass. Leon gasped as sweat ran down his forehead. The intensity had increased even further. He could feel the hot friction as his tight ass was ravished. Quinn could feel it too. She slowed her thrusts and turned to Alkaia, "Get the lube for me will you, Al?"

"Sure." Her cock popped out leaving Leon's hole open and empty. Alkaia handed her the small open bottle and she applied a generous amount of the thick oil to her throbbing organ. She rubbed some excess over the bard's soft asshole before handing the bottle back. The cockhead rubbed over the slippery entrance, then forced it open with one deep thrust. She gave a few long strokes and Leon could feel it gliding easier with the extra lubrication.

"Hmmm, yeah!" she moaned as she pumped her cock hard and fast, her tits and balls bouncing again. Alkaia was slowly stroking her hard cock as she watched on. She then moved around to the other side of the bed and sat down. She shuffled over to where Leon's head was resting on the soft bedding. Her finger teased through his hair and gently tilted his head up. Leon looked up to see the hard cock right in front of his face. Alkaia moved in even closer until he willingly took her in his mouth.

The bard's mouth watered as he began sucking on amazon dick once again. He got the mild oily taste of the lube as he took it in deeper. He moved his hand around and got hold of the thick shaft. Stroking and sucking, he was doing his best to pleasure the organ in his mouth while his backside was being pumped hard. Both amazons locked eyes and smiled at each other as they received their pleasure from the placid male between them.

Quinn's breathing got even heavier as she continued to slap her groin against the bards ass. "Aah, now you're getting me off, bard. I'm not gunna stop. I'll blow my load. Nnngh."

"Yeah, breed him Quinn," encouraged Alkaia as she pushed his head down further onto her dick.

The big amazon gripped his ass tightly and kept pumping away. Soon she groaned as Leon felt her cock throb and the warm wetness spill deep in his ass. She slowed right down and let out more pleasurable groans as more warm cum spurted and spread out inside him. The amazon breeder continued to slowly pump her throbbing cock, milking it off in his gripping ass. Leon relished the feeling and lovingly sucked on Alkaia's dick.

Quinn slowly drew back and her wet cock was released from his ass once again. Her pearly white cum leaked out from the open hole. She gave her softening, cum-smeared cock a few wipes on his ass-cheek. The cum continued to run out from his hole and dripped off his fuzzy scrotum.

"Ah, I needed that," said Quinn.

"Yes, I know," said Alkaia with a smirk. Quinn gave his ass a slap and pushed it down to the bed, letting him know he didn't have to hold that position any more. His ravaged ass still throbbed and he could feel the load of wet cum Quinn had left inside him. He was glad to be able to change his position and relieve his legs and knees.

Alkaia still held his head in her lap, encouraging him to bob his head and suck her off. "That's it Leon, keep it up. You're gunna get me off, too. I have a nice load of cum for you." He slurped and stroked as he worked to pleasure the other cock. Quinn went and sat cross-legged at the head of the bed. Her spent dick was slowly going limp between her legs.

Soon Alkaia started moaning softly. "Ooh yeah, keep going. Keep going." She pushed Leon's head off her cock and started jerking off vigorously. She groaned as a rope of pearly-white cum spurted from her cock and onto Leon's nose and cheek. Leon opened his mouth as more cum erupted and splattered over his lips and tongue. "Ah fuck! Ahh, thank you blessed Ghanadel!"

Quinn laughed as the warm cum ran down Leon's rosy-red face. He licked his lips and swallowed some of it down. Alkaia wiped her cock over his face, collecting the cum, and then pushed it into his mouth again. Leon gently sucked on the wet member and got the mild salty taste of her cum. He let out a loud slurp as she pulled out again. She stroked her fingers through his hair affectionately, "Mmm, yes. Very good, Leon. Did you enjoy being fucked?"

"Yes," he replied sheepishly.

She looked over at her Amazonian sister, "Are you satisfied, Quinn?"

"No," she said with a shake of her head. "I want some more of him. Come here, bard."

Leon rolled over and crawled up to her eying the fat limp cock between her legs. Quinn pushed his face into her groin. "Kiss and hug my balls."

The bard did as he was told, taking her large testicles in his hand, feeling the weight of them and the smooth skin of her scrotum. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to them, giving a tender kiss. His tongue continued to rub over the soft skin while his hands lightly squeezed and jiggled the fleshy orbs. Quinn hummed pleasurably and rubbed her hands over her big boobs. "Ah that's nice," she said softly. "There's another load of cum in there for you, Slut. You gotta work for it." She reached down and took hold of her limp penis then pressed it into Leon's cheek. "Get me hard again."

Leon continued to lick her velvety sack, moving upward to the shaft. He kept one hand cradling her balls and wrapped the other around her dick. He licked and sucked and massaged the organ, feeling it respond to the attention. Slowly the cock was growing and swelling. He kept it up, feeling a tingling excitement as the cock got bigger and harder in his hand. He licked his way up to the tip and took it in his mouth, sucking and rubbing with his tongue. He squeezed the shaft tightly and could feel it throb. She was now hard and ready.

"Give me your ass."

Leon looked up at her and felt his heart thump with excitement. He was going to be fucked again, and he wanted it. The amazon wasn't getting up from the bed, instead she sunk down lower, laying on her back but still leaning against the headboard. She held her rigid cock, pointing it up to the ceiling. "Give me your ass," she repeated.

Leon could now see what she wanted and lifted himself up from the mattress so he could obey. He got on his feet and swung one leg over her body, facing away from her. He could see Alkaia sitting on the chair by the wall, watching on and casually rubbing her limp cock. Leon shuffled into position over her groin and squatted over the rigid pole.

"That's it, take it in."

He made sure he had his balance before reaching down and grabbing the thick shaft. He rubbed the cockhead over his wet skin, finding the soft entrance and pressing into it. This was going to be different, he was putting it in himself. He slowly lowered his ass and felt his hole being stretched open again. Some of Quinn's cum leaked out over her member. A few inches of the fuck meat quickly pushed up inside him. Leon stayed there for a moment with the big cock resting in his ass once again.

"Deeper," Quinn instructed.

Leon slowly lowered himself down and felt the big cock push in deep and fill his squishy cum-soaked ass. Quinn gave his ass a hard slap, "Good, I love how compliant you are. Now ride that cock. Fuck me hard."

Leon raised his ass several inches and then dropped it back down. The wooden bed creaked and groaned as he bounced his ass up and down on the broad pole. The cum already dumped in his ass lubricated the tight ring sliding over the shaft. Some fluids splattered out as he rode the she-male with short fast strokes. He let out a moan, enjoying the feeling of the hard organ fervently rubbing his slippery insides.

He began breathing heavily again and felt the mild strain in his joints as he bounced in the squatting position. He decided to change his position so that he was on his knees leaning forward. The cock slipped out as he shuffled into the new position. Quinn grabbed it and lined up his wet hole. Leon moved his ass back and swallowed the big member again.

For a brief moment he had the feeling that the cock prodding into him was unnatural and distressing. His sphincter clenched around it and he let out a sharp groan. Quinn gave his ass a slap, encouraging him to get moving. He started rocking back and forth and it felt good again. He wanted to get her off. Leon looked forward and could see Alkaia standing by the bed. She looked to be enjoying the sight, her cock was now hard again and she was slowly stroking it. His eyes moved from her cock and lingered on her voluptuous breasts. He saw the pendant hanging just above them and gasped.

It was coming back to him - the shock when he saw cocks on these large female bodies, the fear as he was pulled back into the room and pinned to the bed. She used the pendant, used his own magic on him and made him... Oh gods! He vividly remembered all the sucking and fucking he had willingly participated in with these freaks. A big she-male cock was buried in his ass right now. He felt ill.

Quinn had noticed he stopped moving and lunged forward for him. She hooked her arms around his knees and lifted him back. Leon made a loud squawk as he was pulled back on top of the amazon. He could feel her large boobs pressing against the back of his shoulders. She was still inside him and began raising her hips, repeatedly driving her hard member into him again.

Leon groaned and gasped as he was fucked. The veil had been lifted and now he was no longer concerned with her pleasure. He was being sodomized by an amazon freak. But the large organ was well-lubricated and slipped in easily. His sphincter was numb and there was no pain from being stretched around the wide shaft The angle was just right for it to rub forcefully along his prostate. Leon had become distressed at just how good it felt.

Alkaia looked at his face and could tell that something had changed. The spell had worn off. She gave him a smirk, glad that he wasn't putting up a fight and crying out "rape" just yet. Quinn just continued to blissfully pummel his wet gripping netherhole. Alkaia smiled as she noticed another change, his cock - which had been completely limp until now - had begun the swell and grow.

She moved closer to the rutting couple and knelt on the bed, which groaned with the extra weight. Her hand moved over to Leon's crotch and took hold of his semi-erect dick.

"Nnnngh, no!" protested the red-faced bard.

"Relax, I'll have you feeling good," said Alkaia, giving him a firm squeeze. The member seemed to respond and swell more. She moved her hand down lower to his yielding ass and rubbed along his wet slimy skin. Her hand wrapped around the cock again, this time with lubricant to aid her forceful rubbing. The dick grew long and stiff in her hand and soon she was stroking his hard erection.

Leon gasped and moaned as she gripped him tightly and jerked him off. At the same time, the larger cock thrust up his ass. His cock pulsed with pleasure as his shaft and prostate were being vigorously rubbed and stroked. The pressure was quickly rising in his throbbing cock, he could feel it approaching its peak. Leon couldn't hold himself back from the intense stimulation, he groaned as his cock throbbed wildly and a load of cum shot out from his cockhead and onto his belly. "Ooh, here we go," grinned Alkaia. She slowed her strokes down as there were more spurts of cum. The strong orgasm made his ass clench around the meaty pole pumping his ass, making it feel even bigger.

"Ah, yeah!" rasped Quinn, enjoying the tightening hole.

Alkaia milked out the last drops of cum from Leon's hard cock before releasing it from her grip. She moved her hand up and wiped it on his hot face. Quinn continued to thrust her hips and steadily pump his gripping ass. Soon she sped up her thrusts and began to wildly ram her cock up into him. Leon moaned as his softening cock flopped about. The bed groaned and creaked in protest.

She wedged her throbbing member into him and groaned loudly. Leon felt another warm wet load of cum spill out inside him. She gave some more slow deep pumps as her cock throbbed and spurted. The pearly white cum spilled out from his stretched asshole and ran down her wet shaft. Quinn slowly rocked her dick in the squishy ass for a little while. She pulled out and his ass was gaping as more cum spilled out with it.

Leon got off of her and crawled onto the end of the bed. He was red-faced and panting, with glistening cum over his belly and ass. Quinn laid back and sighed contently. Her slimy cock hung between her legs on the crumpled bedding. Alkaia stood over him stroking her erection.

"So, your spell has worn off, Leon, but it looks like you're still enjoying yourself. How do you feel?"

The bard was tired, hot and sweaty. His ass felt very wet and squishy and loose as fluids continued to leak out of him. There was only a faint soreness, which surprised him with all the punishment it had taken, perhaps it was still numb. Physical sensations aside, he felt degraded and humiliated at being used the gratification of the dominant she-males.

He sneered at Alkaia, "Fuck you!"

"Yes please," she chuckled, waving her hard cock. "I do want to have my second helping. Can I fuck you again, Leon?"

He looked up at the strong amazon that could easily overpower him. "Do I have a choice?"

"Yes you do. I'm not going to force you. If you say no I'll just have to pleasure myself."

Leon frowned at her skeptically. Tell her no. Make her jerk off.

"... All right," he found himself saying. "Just get it over with, don't prolong it... And don't cum in my face again."

"Agreed," Alkaia said with a smile. She went to the dresser and pulled out a towel to wipe him down.

"Good boy," said Quinn, "You're keeping your word to leave us both satisfied."

Alkaia walked back to the bed with her hard dick swaying. It had been hard for a while now, she was aching to stick it in his ass and fuck him until she got off. Leon was lying at the bottom to the bed between Quinn's feet, propped up on one elbow watching her. The big amazon stooped over and grabbed his legs and pulled him to the edge of the bed. She had his legs raised and bent back, "Hold them," she instructed. Leon held his legs back as she gave him a quick wipe-down with the towel. His dick had gone limp again and his asshole looked rosy and puffy.

Alkaia pushed a couple of fingers into his ass and scooped out some of Quinn's cum before smearing it over the tip of her cock. She squatted down to line her member up with his hole and pushed it in. It sunk in easier than the first time, his ring still hugged her fat shaft tightly. Leon moaned softly as she pushed in to the hilt and he felt her balls pressing against his skin.

She got hold of his legs and began fucking him with long deep strokes. Leon gripped the quilt tightly in his fists and looked up to the ceiling as she had her way with him again. He could feel the cum being stirred up inside him and it spattered and leaked from his stretched hole. She pumped his ass for a few long minutes with a steady rhythm of long hard strokes, then she pulled out and let his legs drop.

Alkaia got hold of him under his pits and used her strength to drag him further up the bed. Quinn helped position him so that he was still on his back with his head resting on her toned belly. Alkaia climbed on to the bed between his legs. The bed groaned in protest under the weight of all three of them. She moved his legs right back, so that his gaping hole was pointed to the ceiling and she climbed on top of him. In this position his feet were up at her shoulders and her large round boobs were right there between them. Her face was right in front of his, and he wasn't sure if he liked that, choosing to stare at her fat tits and big hard nipples.

He felt her cock prodding around until it penetrated and slipped in, filling him up again. She pulled back and started slapping her hefty organ into him again. He felt the full weight of her driving down into him and squashing his ass into the soft mattress. The bed was creaking and banging with each thrust. Her boobs were bouncing steadily. Leon looked at the amazon's face and saw the bestial passion in her eyes as she sought her gratification.

He was feeling hot and sweaty again and was breathing hard. The cock was ramming into him deep and hard and he could feel his soft insides being potently rubbed and prodded. The room was filled with many different noises - the banging of the bed, loud wet slapping, heavy breathing, soft moaning, creaking and groaning wood.

Suddenly there was a loud snap. Leon felt himself dropping and tumbling. The cock painfully popped out of his ass as Alkaia tumbled off of him. He felt his knee and elbow hit the hard floorboards and then the crushing weight of a large body on his head and shoulders. What the fuck?!

He struggled to breathe as Quinn clambered to get off of him, a large boob swung around and hit him on the side of the head. Leon propped himself up looked around. Alkaia was on her ass on the floor with a confused look on her face and her hard wet cock poking out in front of her. He looked over to see that the bed had broken. One of the rear legs had snapped and the mattress tilted wildly, throwing them to the floor.

"Are you alright?" Alkaia asked. Leon nodded an affirmative.

Quinn burst out laughing, "Hahahaha, Oh, I think you were overdoing it there a bit, Alkaia!"

"I guess so," laughed Alkaia as she run her hand along the splintered wood. The she turned her attention back to her hard cock. "I was almost there, too... come here, Leon."

She moved over to Leon, who was still half on the mattress and rolled his legs over so that his butt was facing her. She grabbed her cock and shuffled closer until she could rub the swollen tip along his butt crack. She found his wet hole and pushed her cock into it again. Positioning herself on top of him, she started fucking him with deep, hard strokes once again.

Leon panted as the big cock resumed its hard ramming into his ass. The rhythmic wet slapping sound started again. He was in a more awkward position on his side and half on the tilted mattress, but the amazon was still on top, driving her weight down into him. It was hard and intense, and soon Alkaia was moaning as she gave him quick hard thrusts.

She pulled right out of the yielding hole and began jerking herself briskly. She groaned blissfully as her cum spurted over his bare ass and slowly closing netherhole. Leon breathed heavily as he felt the warm cum run down his bare skin. His ass was empty again, but still throbbing. Alkaia rubbed his back affectionately and wiped her cock on his thigh.

Quinn stood up and had another chuckle at the broken bed. "So we're done here, now? I'm satisfied."

"Yeah," said Alkaia, "... me too."

"Let's get back to camp. We're on duty at dawn, and I want to catch some sleep before then." She moved over to where her clothing and armor lay scattered on the floor and began getting dressed. Alkaia reached over and put the towel on Leon's butt before getting up and doing the same. Leon lazily wiped the fluids around his ass and propped himself up against the broken bed. He watched the amazons get dressed, hiding their large appendages under their draping armor bottoms.

Quinn made a kissy face at him. "Mr great lover, huh? I would say you're a great whore."

Leon felt his face warm with her teasing, "You... you can't tell anyone what happened in here. Oh Gods, people from the caravan saw me come in here with you. You can't let them know what you really are. My reputation would be ruined. I'd be a laughing stock. And... and you would be treated with even more disdain."

Alkaia scoffed, "I think you're more concerned about what others think about you than we are, bard."

"Please, just keep quiet about this."

"From what I hear, you're one to openly brag about your sexual conquests. Why can't we do the same?"

"I will pay you."

"We don't want your money."

"What then?"

Alkaia shared a look with Quinn and then came and squatted next to Leon, looking him in the eyes. "Stay away from Marion... and her mother. And if we hear about you using your song magic on women without their consent, we're going to drag you out and fuck you in front of everyone. Do you understand, Leon?"

Leon had a distressed look on his face, but slowly nodded in agreement, "Yes... I understand."

Alkaia patted him on the face, "Good, we'll see you around, bard."

Quinn smiled at him, "See you, Sweet-meat." She exited the room whistling the tune of the Dick song, and Alkaia followed her, leaving the thoroughly-fucked bard alone in the room with the broken bed.

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The sun had gone down and the full moon cast its dim silvery light over the temporary camp site near the Bastion River. The bard walked past the parked wagons and hitched horses, straining with the heavy load in his hands. He approached the dwarven merchant who was sitting on his stool puffing on his pipe and idly shuffling his deck of playing cards. Borso watched with interest as Leon placed the round wooden cask on his table. "What's this then?"

"Can't you see... what it is?" huffed Leon as he got his breath back.

"Looks like a cask of Blackhaven Brandy. Yer not sayin' you lost the bet, are ya?"

"Yes, I lost. And I always pay my wagers."

The dwarf did look surprised and a little confused. "Well then... I'm not one to... what's the human saying? Look in the mouth of a gifted horse? But the deadline for the wager was when we got to Port Dawson, that's at least a fortnight away. An' you already banged eleven of the twelve women in the suite. I heard ya went upstairs with both the amazons at The Guiding Frog a few nights back."

Leon slowly nodded. He didn't tell Borso about that, but word gets around the company quickly.

"That just leaves young Marion. I thought you'd be spending the remaining time tryin' to get her in the sack."

Leon just shook his head, "She turned me down. It's not going to happen."

"So you just let it be? That don't sound like you, 'specially when there's a costly cask at stake." Borso said, eying of the wooden keg on the table. He then had a thought reached into his pocket and pulled out his Stone of Truth and tossed it to Leon.

"What's do you need this for?"

"Is that really Blackhaven Brandy yer giving me?" The dwarf asked skeptically.

"Yes, I'm not trying to pull a fast one on you, Borso. Old Silverfinch charged me a hefty amount for it, even if I was able to talk him down from a ludicrous amount." The stone glowed white in confirmation.

"And you admit to losing the wager?"

"Yes. It was a stupid wager to begin with, we shouldn't have made it. So I just want to pay you and be done with it." Again the stone glowed white and Leon tossed it back to the dwarf.

"Well, thank you very much," Borso smiled, "I really thought I'd be the one payin' out. Come on friend, let's tap this cask and share a few cups."

Leon was not really expecting this, but he wasn't going to turn it down. "Sure."

The dwarf got up and busied himself rummaging through his sturdy wooden chest. "Don' feel bad about Marion, though, It seems there's another strapping suitor who's stolen her heart."

"What are you talking about?"

"I saw young Colin give her a bunch of flowers at the crossing today. She seemed quite pleased to accept them. Didn't see where they got off to after that."

"The ginger lad?... Well, good luck to them," said Leon flatly.

Soon Borso had the cask tapped and a couple of cups filled with the extra-fine brandy. Leon raised the cup to his host and took in a mouthful. The drink was strong, but very smooth and full-flavored. Borso gave a satisfactory grunt as he drank a mouthful from his cup. "Ahhh, that's the good stuff. Aged eleven years. Fitting, since you managed to bed eleven women. "

"It's very good," agreed Leon.

"So, seems yer not the King of Hearts after all."

Leon took another sip and shook his head. "Nah, I don't want to be, anyway. Being King sounds good, but too much restriction and responsibility for a fellow like me. I would rather be the Joker. The Joker is wild, he can be whatever he wants."

"He's not always welcome to be part of the pack, though."

"Fine with me," said Leon.

Borso then looked behind the bard, "Hey, look who it is, one of yer lovers." Leon turned around to see the tall amazon walking past on the dirt path. He immediately felt his face warm. "Hey, guard! Over here!" called Borso.

"What are you doing? Don't call her over!" scalded Leon. But it was too late, she was heading their way. Leon had his head down not looking at her as she approached the table. He hadn't talked to either of them since the night in Redwell that left him with an aching asshole.

"Is everything all right here?" asked Alkaia, she smiled down at the bard, "Hello Leon."

"Yes, everything is fine, it's a beautiful night isn't it Alkie?"

"It's Alkaia, and yes it is a nice night."

"Why don't you join us for a cup of Blackhaven Brandy? Don't say no, you'll regret it. This is a rich man's drink, finest I've ever had."

She looked the two of them over, Leon was now looking up at her and very subtly shaking his head. "I'm on duty, but sure, I'll have one. Thank you Mr Kormmud."

"Call me Borso." He got up and went back to rummaging through his chest, looking for a third cup. "Did you and your friend have a good night with Leon?"

"Yes, it was very enjoyable," smiled Alkaia.

Leon's face got even warmer, "There's no call to talk about that. It's private, isn't it?"

"Ha!" barked Borso, "That's odd coming from you, Strangheart. I thought you'd be boasting 'bout this one more than others."

Alkaia snickered, "Oh, I don't mind."

"Bah, where are me other cups?" growled Borso, "That Colin kid has been rearranging me stuff so I can't find anythin'. Hold on, I'll just check around the other side." The dwarf got hold of one of his oil lanterns and disappeared around the other side of his wagon.

Alkaia was left looking at the blushing bard and couldn't resist teasing him. "Quinn talks of you fondly now, she has been in a better mood since you so thoroughly satisfied her. I've been thinking about you as well. How about you come visit our tent tonight when we get off duty?"

Leon took a long draw of the fine brandy before putting the cup back down on the table. He looked up at the amazon and met her eyes. "Yeah... alright."

Playing with the Queen of Hearts
Knowing it ain't really smart
The Joker ain't the only fool
Who'll do anything for you

The End

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