Flight of the Princeling Ch. 02

Avir started awake.

The desert air was cold at night. Naru had not allowed a fire, lest they be spotted in the dark by Passar's scouts. 

Naru was standing over him, holding his sword, the curved falcon's head on the hilt glinting.

"Awake?"

"I was dreaming," he said. "About the Riva."

"Here," said Naru, showing no sign she'd even heard him. She shoved the blade into his hands as he sat up. Sand cascaded down his back and when he picked up his headscarf, he had to shake yet more of it out of the folds of cloth. If there was a moon that night, Avir could not see it.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Riders," she said. "Abraykar."

Avir climbed to his feet, buckling his sword belt onto his waist.

"Where?" he asked. 

"A few dunes away," said Naru. "They have a fire and have made camp for the night."

"How many?" he asked.

"Six, that I can see," she said.

"Naru, we should kill them," said Avir.

"What, you and me? Or would you like Inthira to join in as well?" Naru asked. The courtesan had decided to join them in their flight, much to Avir's delight and Naru's chagrin. "I've brought you all this way, just to watch you die in the dark on an elf's sword? I don't think so."

"So, then, what?"

"We need to know if they're here for us. If they're just searching about, we can skulk around and hide the horses until they leave, then continue on."

"And if they are here for us? For me?" asked Avir.

Naru frowned at the thought, then shrugged.

"Then you'll get a chance to kill them."

Inthira sat up from her bedroll. Avir wished he could've saved Nethe as well, but Naru had refused to let their party grow further, letting even one of the terrified courtesans join them was a concession simply to speed Avir's flight along, and he eventually settled on saving his favorite. He knew Naru judged him for bothering at all with protecting them, for thinking with his cock instead of his head. 

"I'll go for you," she said.

"You can't," he said.

"She can," said Naru.

"You'll send a woman alone against six elves?" asked Avir.

"I'm a woman," said Naru. "Would you send me alone against six elves?"

"You're a warrior. You can handle them!"

Naru turned and looked at Inthira.

"Can you handle six of them?" she asked.

"Yes," smiled Inthira.

"How?" asked Avir.

"By being me, my prince," she said, her voice soft and inviting, her smile warm and her eyes roaming his body, just as she would do when he summoned her to his apartments in the palace. Avir started, the artifice of her personality suddenly revealed to him, what he had mistaken for the woman merely an armor she wore against the world.

"You'll seduce them," he said, his voice dull, almost accusatory.

"If I have to."

"How will you come back to us to report?" he asked.

"We'll watch her," said Naru.

"And I'll sneak away when they go to sleep," said Inthira. "I am well practiced in making myself scarce from a sleeping man's company without waking him."

"There, it's settled," said Naru, before the princeling could object.

* * * * * * *

Avir watched as Inthira made her way across the sands. She'd removed most of the traveling clothes she'd worn, leaving just wisps of fabric clinging to her in the wind, and she'd strategically lost her sandals. Avir could imagine, from the startled glances the elves gave as she joined their fire, what she must have looked like—a beautiful figure, a goddess, barely dressed—materializing out of the night, to the nomadic Abraykar.

"Oh, thank goodness, I've found you," she cried as she caught their attention.

The elves were on their feet, their hands on their swords, but Inthira's cry relaxed them somewhat. 

"Where'd you come from?" asked one. From Avir's place on the dune, the elf's face looked streaked with soot, and it took him a moment before he realized it was a handprint of yellow war paint.

"Kalassas," said Inthira, pointing. "Before it burned. I...I was in the Riva's household."

Yellow Hand spat at the name of Avir's grandfather, and he looked over Inthira with a skeptical eye.

"Where'd you come from just now?" he asked.

"I've been journeying for days," said Inthira. "I was trying to follow the road without being on it, and I saw your fire."

"Alone?" asked another elf.

"Yes, that's why I didn't want to be on the road proper," she said. She gestured to herself. "It is...difficult...for a woman in my role to not be a tempting target for other travelers."

Yellow Hand looked suspicious, but he said nothing when another elf offered Inthira a skin of something. 

"What was your role in the Riva's house?" he asked.

"I was a courtesan," said Inthira, suddenly coy, perhaps even ashamed. "My body was a toy for the use of the Madzars." 

Avir could see the whole air at the camp change. Every elf was paying close attention to Inthira, eyeing her, the atmosphere suddenly much more tense than it had been, even though the elves' swords were going back into their sheaths.

"A courtesan?" asked one elf. "For the Madzars?"

"For the Riva?" asked another.

"Sometimes," said Inthira. 

The elves were leering and grinning at the woman now, and Avir could feel his blood boiling. It never occurred to him that, had Inthira been a woman unknown to him who'd revealed herself as a courtesan to the Riva, he would have fixed her with the same look. He had long been the fox in the Riva's henhouse, and for him it would not have been a mere exotic luxury, as it surely was for the elves, but a perceived right.

"Sometimes for others," said Inthira, picking up on what the elves were driving at. 

She glanced around at them.

"I would not return there," she said. "I would do anything to escape. Are you dispatched on a journey, or will you return to Kalassas?"

"We're hunting Madzars," said the yellow-faced elf. "If we catch any, we're to return to the capital, or rather to the Sile, wherever he is. But if we don't, we continue on as far as it takes us to find one."

"Could I join you?" asked Inthira. "At least as far as a town with a port?"

There were some jeers of quick assent from the other five elves, but the Yellow Hand shook his head.

"This is a military patrol. Outriders," he said. "We cannot collect refugees at will. There would need be some compelling reason to bring you along."

Inthira flung herself at his feet, her sudden movement setting the whole camp on edge again, swords half leaving the safety of their sheaths. 

"Please, captain," she begged, climbing his legs.. "Take me with you. Even just to the first town you find."

"I—" began the elf, but Inthira cut him off.

"I understand if there would have to be some...exchange..." she said.. Her hand had been resting on his thigh, and now it moved up, finding his cock through his riding clothes and squeezing through the fabric.

The yellow-faced elf stared down at her. 

"There would have to be an exchange," he agreed. A grin broke across his face.

Inthira's hands were already undoing his laces.

"Is this enough?" she asked.

"It is a start," he answered. "For me. But what about my men?"

He gave a wide sweeping gesture to the others in the campsite.

Inthira glanced at the other five elves. The captain's cock was in her hand now, rapidly hardening, pointing at her face. She considered them for a moment, then grinned and looked up at him.

"All of you have saved me," she said. "All of you deserve a reward."

And with that she opened her mouth and sank down the length of Yellow Hand's cock.

The elf groaned and his hand tucked into Inthira's hair, cupping the back of her head. Avir's whole body tensed.

"Put up your weapons," gasped the elf to his friends. "And don't say your sergeant never did anything for you."

Avir watched as the elves discarded their weapons, drawing close in a rough circle around Inthira as she worked on their leader. A few of them drew their own cocks out, and stood expectantly nearby, waiting their turn. 

Naru reached out and touched Avir's shoulder, and he startled. She pointed at his sword hilt, where his knuckles were white as he gripped it.

"Calm yourself," she whispered. "She is doing as she said she would, nothing more."

"That does not mean I must find it pleasing," hissed Avir.

"No?" Naru shrugged. "It does work its magic on me."

Avir glanced up at her, and saw she was watching the courtesan intensely.

When he looked back, the Yellow Hand elf had sunk to his knees, so that Inthira was on all fours. Another elf was behind her, his face buried between her thighs, and from her moans in the night, Avir could tell the man was licking her from clit to asshole and back again. 

Inthira's hand reached up and wrapped around Yellow Hand's thigh, and she began to thrust him in and out of her mouth, until finally the elf took direction himself and began to fuck her face, letting her brace herself on the sand.

For a moment, the three of them seemed content while the other four watched, but the Yellow Hand elf grunted and then pulled away, a line of spittle glowing in the fire connecting his cock to Inthira's mouth before snapping as he drew back. He lay on the sand in front of her, pulling her away from the hungry mouth of his companion, pushing her on top of him until she was facing away, looking down his knees, her body straddling his waist. One large slender hand grabbed a cheek of her ass, lifting her up into the air, while his other wrapped around his cock, pulling it up. 

Inthira let out a loud, sharp shout as the elf's cock pushed into her, her bottom slamming down on his hips. He struck her across the ass, earning a pained cry of surprise, and Avir's grip once again tightened on his hilt. Naru touched his hand, softly, and gestured.

Inthira was giggling delightedly now, bouncing up and down the length of the outriders' leader. Two more had joined her, approaching her from either side, guiding her hands to their cocks, while the elf that had been devouring her pussy so readily stood in front of her, his cock in his own hand.

He reached forward, his hand digging into Inthira's hair, push her head down, and Avir could see from how his hips moved that the elf was fucking her face. Inthira's gagging and sucking echoed familiar in his ears.

From time to time, one of the other elves would take control of the courtesan's head, pulling her off the other and guiding her lips to his cock. Sometimes when she turned her head to take on a new cock, Avir could see the whites of her large eyes, catching the light of the fire, both of them gazing up at whomever she was about to take in her mouth. Avir knew that look, how it felt, what it looked like as you sank to the hilt in her throat.

Which meant it hardly surprised him when one of the elves grunted, grasping Inthira's head with both hands for a moment as his body shook. He let her go, pulling out sharply, taking time to stroke himself hard, the last of his cum splattering across her skin.

Inthira's audible gasp of delight was almost too much for Avir. He wanted to look away, and yet, at the same time, he was transfixed by the sight of Inthira's work. He had never seen other men fucking before—at least, not so indiscreetely—or even contemplated what his favorite courtesan looked like when entertaining someone who wasn't himself. The Riva's court may have fallen into corruption, but it had not descended so far.

On the other hand, these Abraykar were not other men. 

All the same, they reacted as much like any human would. One of the last two stepped forward to take the place of the elf who'd just finished. Yellow Hand pulled out of Inthira's pussy sharply, then pressed the shaft of his cock in the cleft of her buttocks, pumping up and down just a little as he used his thumbs to keep himself trapped there. He grunted, and hot jets of his cum flew into the air, landing in the arch of Inthira's back.

She turned her head, still holding the shaft of a cock that had been in her mouth, giggling as she stared back at the Yellow Hand, his cock pulsing out its last over her buttocks. 

She did not have much time to bask in the elf's pleasure, for one of those in front of her sank down onto the sand himself. With a pull on Inthira's arm he guided her forward and then turned her around, so that she was on her feet just as she had been over the sergeant. Yet rather than plunging himself into her pussy, instead he took his hard cock and smeared it through the cum left there by his sergeant, rubbing the head of his cock against Inthira's asshole.

She moaned, reaching behind her, grasping her buttocks and spreading them for the elf, who pressed himself into her ass, the hand he'd placed on her hip guiding her down until she was seated to the hilt. Inthira gave a long, guttural groan, shuddering slightly as she gave an exploratory bounce on the elf. 

One of his fellows walked around, grabbing her head and guiding it to his cock, her mouth devouring his length hungrily. Avir could see the whites of her eyes staring up at the man, the same alluring gaze he'd often seen on her, the one that made it seem like she was watching his own pleasure.

For a few moments, it was just the three of them, as the other elves watched, Inthira riding the man below her while sucking the cock of the one in front, until the elf in her ass sat up suddenly. She tried to look behind her without the other exiting her mouth, but it was to no purpose, as the elf grabbed her head and shoulders, then pulled her back down with him so she was lying with her back on his chest. His knees bent and he began to thrust up into her, a hand around her neck, the other gripping one of her breasts. 

The fellow deprived of the use of Inthira's mouth did not seem terribly put out by it. He watched the two below him for a moment, Inthira's repeated moans on each thrust, her hand gripping the hip of the man fucking her. Even Avir felt stirred by the sight. The night air was quite cool, but he felt as though the sun were beating down on him, his clothes feeling tight and restricting. He glanced over at Naru. Her eyes were moving without pause, focusing on Inthira, but also moving about the camp, looking for anything beyond those they could see, where each of the others not being actively entertained with Inthira was. Avir felt as though he should do the same, should try to see what she saw, but he hardly knew what he was looking for. 

And Inthira's distraction was itself distracting.

The elf who'd had Inthira's mouth on his cock made up his mind. He sank to his knees between his companion's legs, and grabbed Inthira's ankles, lifting them up so they rested on his shoulders. She tried to say something, but the man fucking her from below thrust up, and it died with a moan. Which was quickly followed by a second as the elf her legs were resting on pushed himself home, sinking his cock to the hilt inside her pussy. 

For a moment, it was just the two of them, one holding her legs taut against his shoulders while the other held her body down. Inthira's hands scrabbled at the elf's arms as they found a rhythm. Avir saw her hands freeze, squeezing hard on the forearms of the man below her, and she gave a ragged moan, her face contorting, her eyes closed, as though any moment something might burst out of her. Then suddenly it did, the elves having to renew their grip as she writhed under them, a staccato scream echoing into the night. 

Another opportunist saw his chance, getting on his knees by Inthira's head, fishing his already mostly hard cock out of his trousers. Inthira pried the hand off her neck, then bent awkwardly to lean out over and take the man in her mouth. His only offer of assistance was to grab a hank of her hair, preferring to hold her steady while he thrust into her mouth.

The three of them took their time with her, the one fucking her face taking the opportunity to guide her hands, all of them stroking and squeezing her where they pleased. Wet sounds of flesh on flesh permeated the night air. Avir watched with a brooding jealousy.

All at once the action gave way as the elf Inthira was lying on gave a guttural roar, seizing hold of her to keep her steady as he convulsed beneath her, the other two grinning as they waited for him to finish. With a regretful moan, he lifted the courtesan off him, his cock sliding out of her ass, Inthira sighing in turn.

The elf still buried in her pussy seemed loath to let too much rearranging go. He grabbed Inthira by the hips, guiding her up until her arms were around his neck, the cock in her mouth slipping away, then slowly he teetered back until he ended up on his back in the sand, Inthira mounted on top of him. 

With a curse to the gods, he began to pound up into her, Inthira trying to meet him thrust for thrust.

Once again an elf rudely deprived of Inthira's mouth had to decide what to do, and the third one made no waste of his time. He knelt, then grabbed the courtesan by the back of the neck, pushing her forward, forcing her down, and Avir knew the outrider would make use of Inthira's ass just as the recently departed third had. 

And, yet, when the elf rammed home, Avir realized he'd been wrong. Inthira gave a wild shout as both elfs crammed their cocks into her pussy, her back arching. The man kneeling behind her seized her arms, folding them behind her back, pulling her up off the chest of the other elf, then grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. Inthira gave another ragged scream of pleasure as the two elves began to pump into her as hard as they could.

Avir watched as the three of them worked, the men finding a rhythm that brought them into unison, Inthira's wild pleasure on the apex of each stroke splitting the night as he and Naru lay in the sand nearby. Even Naru had given up looking around, focused intently on the activity by the fire. Avir glanced at her, his gaze drawn by the way her hips fidgeted. She caught his gaze and looked away. It was hard to say in the dark, but he could've sworn she'd blushed.

Inthira's constant moans cut off and returned muffled, and Avir glanced back at the fire. Evidently the elf below had become overstimulated, because he was now sitting in front of Inthira, holding her head down in his lap as he grunted. The elf behind her continued to fuck her as hard as he could. He'd taken his feet, squatting so as to drive into her in a breakneck pace, one hand on her shoulder, the other on her hip, holding her tightly in place. 

The other finished with a muddled groan, pulling himself free of Inthira's mouth, then backing away. Inthira's shoulders slumped, her arms outstretched in the sand in front of her, her hips still raised up. She looked over her shoulder at the elf fucking her.

"Yes, fuck!" she cried. "Oh, you elves make me forget Madzar cock!"

Now it was Naru's turn to look at Avir, but he held his gaze still, willing himself to not show any emotion. It was only for play, he reasoned. 

The doubt gnawed at him anyway.

Inthira slowly sank forward into the sand, half letting herself be pushed, half dragging him with her. One of her outstretched hands slipped under her, and her moans began in earnest. The elf thrusting into her prone figure began to grunt loudly, his face taking on something of a pained expression as he attempted to prolong the inevitable.

Inthira gave first, though not by much. Her own hand slipped into her hair, pulling it taut, her moan stretching out into the night. The elf on top of her grew quite vocal as well, and his thrusts became longer, until finally he held himself still, his body pulsing and shaking until he withdrew, spent.

Inthira rolled onto her side, breathing hard, staring out to where Avir knew she must think he and Naru were. It seemed to him she was grinning at him.

The elves began to settle themselves, replacing clothes and putting away their cocks. Their sergeant, the one with the yellow hand print, pushed two of them at Inthira.

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