All A Hero Needs Is A Quest 9

“You two don’t lack for fortune,” Sonja said, hating to interrupt just when it was getting good—but she’d hate it more if Karne spent himself on a lass that was already well-satisfied. And, well, not Sonja. “The last time I made that much of a commotion in a stable, I caused a stampede. But I suppose your mounts are used to such a cacophony.”

Yes… judging by their exuberant perusal of each other, their horses were most definitely immune to screaming and moaning, no matter how passionate. As was her own, for much the same reason. Not that she’d been able to test her stead’s steadfastness of late. But everything she’d just witnessed suggested that the quiet, peaceful nights were over.

With garish frustration, Sonja realized they hadn’t even noticed her. Her low, conversational tone—so useful for forcing others to hang on her every near-whisper—had failed to breach the beat of blood in their heads, in most of their anatomy really. Suppressing a growl, Sonja gave Vicca a shove that sent her into the nearby haystack and nearly buried her in it.

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Karne was too deep into his passion to register much surprise at Sonja’s appearance. He was as stunned by Vicca’s sudden disappearance as he was at Sonja’s replacement. Even in the dark, it was not hard to see that Sonja wore even less than usual—nothing, really, except for that red thatch at the base of her belly, hiding her vivid pink mons. Only there was no hiding how wet they are, catching the little light in the room like they were that desperate to be touched by anything.

Somehow, Karne managed to rip his eyes from Sonja and look to Vicca, seeing her as she disgustedly pulled off patches of hay from her sweaty body.

“That is one well-loved woman. And growing more well-loved still,” Sonja commented, her sensual voice driving Karne to keep one eye on her even as the rest of him yearned for more of Vicca, even the sight of her, the way her jubilant breasts bounded as she petted herself free of debris… “In fact, she looks so well-loved, I’d venture she should be satisfied with what love she has already taken tonight. And allow those bereft to enjoy what is plentiful to her.”

Vicca spat some hay from the corner of her mouth. “You? You wish the warmth of the bedchamber from my husband to be! It shall not be! The love you so rudely know the sight of is mine alone! Forsooth! First you refuse me, now you demand my affianced!”

Sonja knelt over Karne, so close that her firm body almost seemed to touch to his, reminding him of what he’d had with Vicca so recently. The press of her teats upon his chest, the brush of her woman’s hair down at the tip of his manhood. He wondered if it would be as good as it was with his lady love… it could not be… but he wondered…

“I know I shouldn’t,” Sonja said, sliding her hand over Karne’s knee. It was cool. His skin was warm. Indeed, it’d never felt warmer. “But I’m willing to make a deal. I’ll take your job without gold or silver in my purse, but your man will take its place. He’ll be my husband until the contract is fulfilled. And he’ll fill my purse as he just did yours: his tongue… his fingers… most especially his cock.”

Karne sat up. His rising body almost collided with Sonja’s, almost gave them the first kiss of physicality. But there was still a hairsbreadth between them, though they both knew their hearts pounded together.

Vicca trilled with outrage at a timbre so high that it could barely be heard. “He will not! No woman would allow such a thing!”

Sonja snorted laughter. “Many would be glad for the holiday! But I can see you’re more enamored than most. That’s why I offer such generous terms. From what I’ve seen, he has maleness enough for both of us. You won’t even notice a little passion gone elsewhere. Unless you wish to watch.”

Vicca ground her teeth until it seemed no sound could unlock itself from them, then her jaw flew open. “Absolutely not! He is mine! Mine! I will not be diminished in his affections!”

“Enough!” Sonja snapped at her, and it was enough of a roar to shut Vicca up. “I’m being indulgent enough already. I have no wish to further debase myself. Accept this proposal within the next ten breaths or find my generosity exhausted. One…”

Karne felt dizzy. His erection pounded in the air, kept from touching Sonja’s naked little belly only by how stiff it was. If it wasn’t so upthrust, it would sway down and contact her close flesh.

“Two.”

“This is sin!” Vicca hissed, and the sibilant noise seemed barely able to snake out of her tensely corded body.

“And what’s allowing your village to die for the sake of chastity?” Sonja retorted. “What will it be, Karne? A little sin or a lot of blood? Three.”

And she sidled closer to him, enough to let him feel the pertness of her breasts. They weren’t as ample as Vicca’s, but he loved their pressure anyway, and that of all her body when it touched his. He wanted to pull her closer to him. Feel more of her. Go inside and feel all of her, as he had Vicca… Vicca… he couldn’t stop thinking of Vicca. Should he? To save Cramhold, all those people…

“Four.”

Or should he remember her, all his love for her, holding tight to it despite enticement?

“Is there nothing else I can offer you?” he asked desperately.

“It’s all I want,” Sonja told him softly.

“He’s all I have!” Vicca wailed.

“You’ll still have him,” Sonja assured her, taking Karne’s hands by the wrists and leading them up to long, loose hair—teaching him the ripples that led down from her scalp, down the curves of her body, almost to the twinned contours of her ass. “Only he’ll have me. And I’ll teach him what to do with a woman once he’s run her through with that lance of his.”

Sonja inched still closer, to touch her swollen lips to his engorged shaft. She came up, sliding her portal along his length, up-up-up until she could eclipse the quivering glans and cover him with herself. Sonja’s eyes closed to savor the contact and Karne knew she was enjoying it as much as him.

Vicca’s mouth opened to make one more argument, give one more reason this shouldn’t happen, but none came out. She was as breathless with anticipation—part of her as eager as the two of them to see what would happen when that mammoth phallus stole inside the warrior woman. Vicca listened as though transfixed to Sonja’s gently excited sighs, as she glided down Karne’s tip, her moist folds parting to their mutual enjoyment.

“Fuck me,” Sonja breathed, and her hoarsely stricken voice was a delight to Vicca, though she didn’t know why. “Fuck me deep and hard, like an animal. Don’t worry about hurting me. I’m not your lady love. Show me what is required to sate your appetites. I’ll take every urge you have.”

The sensation was irresistible, but the look in her eyes was what truly melted his resolve. He could not deny her anymore than he could not burn when set aflame.

It was what he needed.

In a flash, he was on top of Sonja. For all her muscles, she was all pliancy when he wanted to move her. And he was a storm: his only drive to shed all his rain, crash all his lightning, vent his rage totally until there was nothing mooring him to the ground and he could float away, weightless once more.

“Un, uhmm… still can’t believe how big you are,” Sonja muttered, spreading her thighs as if to make room for all he had for her.

But there was no making room. Not for her. Only for him. Karne tucked the tender cap of his throbbing maleness against her soft hair and pushed into her wetness and pushed further into the springy tightness of her labia and pushed on to where she wasn’t big enough, but he could make her big enough.