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Embers on the wind…
They drifted through the air as smoke billowed off the raging fire in the village. Screams and the occasional clash of metal were the only things to disturb the sound of the crackling flames. Hecarim tilted his head back to breathe it all in, savoring the smoke burning down the back of his throat and the stench of blood that came with it. The commander smiled, dismounting his horse and waving his spear down against the ground to shake off some of the blood and gore that clung to it.
He began to walk through the chaos still unfolding all around him, watching as the last few of the village's men were cut down and left to bleed out in the dirt. Meanwhile the rest of his order rounded up the women and dragged them to the center of town where they were thrown together against a wall in a quivering, weeping, mass.
Hecarim lifted his right hand to his mouth, whistling to get the last few of his men to emerge from between the burning wreckage. With them they brought one or two more frightened, squealing girls to throw to the pile. They huddled together, hiding their faces and shuffling behind each other. The commander came to the head of his soldiers, swinging his spear up onto his shoulder as he began to look them over. Behind him he could hear the chatter between his men, a few already having staked their claim on their prize. His lieutenant wanted the little blonde thing up front. Another wanted the curvy girl with her dress already torn open. That suited him fine. Neither of them were to his taste. He grabbed the blonde one by her throat and tossed her back to be caught by his lieutenant.
“A gift,” he said as he tossed the other one to the man that wanted her.
A roar of thanks came from his men as the two that had received their share of the spoils held them close, their swords and daggers up against the girl’s throats.
He turned back to his remaining options and clicked his tongue as he stalked back and forth in front of them. Hecarim reached and grabbed one at random, gripping her face between his fingers, turning it from side to side. “Hmph,” he snorted. “Not much to look at are you?”
The fear in her eyes turned as she spat in his face, and ripped her jaw from his grasp, making one short lived attempt at escape that ended with Hecarim grabbing her by her hair and sinking his spear into her back and out the other side. A satisfied and deep sigh left his mouth as he held her, felt her body give into those last few throws before death. A few high pitched agony filled gasps were all she managed before her body went limp and the commander let her fall into the mud, pressing his boot into her back as he pulled his spear free.
The remaining girls screamed and wailed, holding on to each other and pressing further up against the wall in some vain attempt to hide.
“That’s a shame,” one of his men sighed, earning a rowdy laugh from the rest of them. Hecarim only smirked and lifted his spear back up, using it to begin to separate the girls. A tap with the blood soaked edge was plenty to scare them apart until they stood in a messy line, hugging themselves and weeping with their heads down. He looked them over again, his eyes drifting from one side to the other before they caught on a short little thing on the right. Her red hair was long and wavy, messy, but oh how lovely a color.
The tip of his spear came to a point just under her chin, forcing her to raise her head. Rapid, frightened, breaths heaved her chest up and down as she hiccupped and shut her eyes, trying to turn away, but not fast enough for him to miss those harsh grey eyes of hers.
She was perfect.
“Shhh, shhh, shhhhhh,” he hushed her, his spear leaving her neck and planting itself back inside the one he’d killed as he took her face, sweeping back her hair and running one of his fingers under her eyes to wipe away the tears. “What a pretty thing you are,” he cooed, squeezing her cheeks and leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head. Hecarim felt her shiver, her hiccups making her body jolt in his grasp. The hand not running along her neck and into her hair sank lower, groping one of her breasts in a strong grip, making her gasp and try to push him away. He yanked on her hair, gritting his teeth in a grin as she punched and kicked, struggling with all her might. “This one is mine,” he hissed. “Throw the rest in the shack over there!” he ordered, but didn’t bother to watch as they were herded into one of the few remaining buildings. He did, however, wait for those barring the door to return and form a circle around him before he began, tossing the girl down into the mud.
She tried to scramble back to her feet, but he was down on his knees pulling her back to him with a strong tug on her dress.
“No!” she shrieked, kicking her legs and trying to swat his hands away. He smirked, nodding to two of his men to come and hold her arms down as he grabbed the collar of her dress and tore it wide open. The sound of the tearing fabric gave way to more screams from the girl as her breasts and nearly all the rest of her fair skin was exposed.
A few of his men whistled, all of them stepping a pace or two closer to get a better look at this, the first of many conquests to come.
Hecarim leaned into her, taking another handful of her breasts squeezing, squeezing until she screamed even louder and begged him to stop. He, however, did anything but, instead pressing his face back into her hair and breathing in deep as his free hand sank down between her legs and began to rub her through her underwear.
“Stop! Please!” she begged, throwing her head from side to side, the last bit of struggle she was able to put up beside her thrashing legs. Her cries only made him grab at her harder.
“You scream like a virgin,” he scoffed, dragging his teeth down the side of her neck and then biting into her shoulder until he tasted blood.
Her back arched, every muscle in her tiny frame tensing before collapsing again with harsh gasps and whimpers. Hecarim grinned, licking the blood off his lips and taking hold of her panties, ripping them clean off and tossing them to whoever caught them.
“Smells like a virgin too,” one of them said, passing the torn fabric around the circle.
His men laughed but remained focused enough to catch the commander’s helmet and his gauntlets when he tossed them off.
With his bare hands now he groped her, his fingers sliding down through her pubic hair, and along her cunt. Still dry, too dry for him to enjoy it if he raped her now. Fine, he decided, one of his fingers finding her clit and pressing it, pinching it between his thumb and pointer finger. “Well, sweet girl, are you a virgin?” he asked, leaning back down to drag his tongue along the side of her face. She didn’t answer, only continued sobbing and trying with less and less energy to kick him off. Hecarim grit his teeth and twisted her breast, his fist rearing back planting into her pelvis. “ I asked, are you a virgin ?”
“Y-ye-ss-ss!” she sobbed. “Please, stop! I beg of you! For my love, I am saving myself for my love!”
Roaring laughter swept across his men, a few of them mimicking, and mocking her with their own fake cries. “Saving myself for my love, sir, oh please don’t sir!” they cackled.
“How sweet,” Hecarim chuckled, teasing her entrance with one finger, sliding it around the edge. “Let me teach you then, how to make that love of yours feel good.”
The commander reached for more of his armor, tossing off whatever stood in the way of him and his cock, already aching and bulging under the cloth. The girl stared up at him wide eyed, shaking her head again as he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up enough for him to start forcing himself inside of her mouth. “If you bite,” he hissed. “It will be my spear in your belly instead, understand?”
A fresh set of big tears slid down her cheeks, but he didn’t wait for any sort of response before he pushed past her lips and shoved her head almost all the way to the base, his cock hitting the back of her throat. “That’s it, thatta girl,” he moaned, pressing her nose into his groin as he started to thrust. She gagged and choked, her eyes rolling back as he fucked her throat, grunting and digging his nails into her scalp. “Ah, yes!” he sighed, pressing her head back down into the dirt for a few more hard thrusts into her mouth. It was good, very good, he just barely stopped himself short of going too far, pulling out and leaving her for a moment to cough and gasp for air. The girl began to cry again, but most of her fight seemed to be gone as he sat back and put his hands on her hips. It was enough to snap her attention back to him as she tried to sit up and look at his cock now rubbing between her legs. She was wet now, enough, at least for him to get inside.
“No!” she shrieked, trying to force her legs shut. “No please!”
The two that had been holding her arms pressed her back down against the ground.
Hecarim dragged her hips a bit closer, prodding the tip of his cock against her tiny entrance a few times before he started to press inside, forcing her walls apart as she screamed at the top of her lungs.
He snorted, enjoying every last second of watching the last of the fight in her give out as her eyes stared blankly off to the side, her lips quivering as she choked out a small cry.
Hecarim didn’t wait. His first thrust came hard, slamming into her end. She was such a tiny thing, so small and tight he could see part of himself pushing up through her skin with each thrust. He moaned through his grit teeth, picking up the pace each time he slammed into the end of her small hole. Her breasts, already bruised and scratched up from his handling, bounced with each thrust. Her cries, however, had stopped. She didn’t blink, didn’t even whimper as he continued having his way with her. Her head slumped to the side, eyes wide and empty. The only thing that told him she hadn’t simply passed away from the shock was her shallow gasps that came with his thrusts.
“I’ll tell that love of yours–ah–how good you were,” he laughed, leaning back over her and. “Ah–!” he moaned. “So tight.”
Hecarim looked at the two beside him and nodded them away so he could flip the girl over, pressing her face down into the mud as started to plow into her from behind. He laughed again, staring down at her blank expression. “I’m close,” he panted, his thrusts gaining more speed and force and he felt himself creep up to the edge. “Yes, ah! That’s it!” he reached then, for the dagger still on his waist, grabbing the girl by her mud caked hair and ripping her head back, making her yelp and begin to cry again as the metal pressed against her throat. Finally she moaned, panting and crying out as he fucked her. Sweet sounds that made it all the more satisfying as he dug the dagger into her throat, slashing it open and sending a spray of blood everywhere. The girl gurgled and choked, squealing like a pig as she bled out. He tossed the knife aside then and let her fall back into the mud so he could watch as the life drained out of her eyes and he finally came to his climax.
His nails raked down her hips and he shut his eyes, slamming deep inside her ravaged body one last time, emptying every last drop inside her before he pulled out.
The dying girl twitched, her broken hips slumping forward further as semen and blood leaked out of her to mix with the filth and muck on the ground.
Hecarim got back to feet, catching his breath. A nudge with his foot knocked the corpse onto its side as he straightened out his armor and took back what he’d tossed to his men. He grinned, looking to his lieutenant and nodding back at the shack filled with the rest of the night’s indulgences. “Go get the next one,” he said, earning him an enthusiastic cheer.
The commander pulled up a box that wasn’t lost in the blaze, sitting himself down as two of his men hauled off the corpse and his second in command brought out his own girl to ravage.
“A glorious victory,” he said, watching his men tear off the girl’s clothes, one, than two joining in on this assault. “Glory to Camavor, and my thanks to the king…”