Winter Comforts
by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/
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Sept. 11, 2009
Revised Jul. 18, 2010

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This story contains descriptions of an adult nature.  If you are a minor or
person offended by such materials, you should not read further.  This
story does not necessarily reflect any people or practices in the real
world, and should not be taken as reality.

Codes: M/FF, Mdom, cons, bd, ds, anal, oral, a2m, lac

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The blizzard raged outside as Vadrek Norgessern, the Howling Beast of
Vurmgart, sat upon his throne in the glittering dining hall of his fortress. 
The great stone walls were somber and grey, but lining them were shields and
tapestries, and shining fire-sapphires that rippled within their carefully
cut surfaces as they lit the hall with their pallid blue-white light, a
wealth of glittering, plundered booty.  Vadrek stroked his short
sandy-colored beard as he surveyed the hall, dressed in thick winter furs
against the cold.

Slowly, his concubine-servants, Thessa and Milsa, approached, their steps
carefully planted, each one in its proper rhythm, their elegant, heeled
knee-high boots making a slow click-click on the stone floor.  The grizzled
berserker smiled as his servants approached him, his scarred features alit
with pride and lust as he regarded his battle-prizes, won in an old raid
against one of the merchant towns of the south.  Bred slaves, they were as
great a prize as any of the other fine pieces of loot that the berserker
warlord kept in his fortress.

Thessa's mithril-colored hair, nearly white with the slightest hint of blue,
shimmered in the dim rippling lights of the hall as she approached.  Her
arms were bound behind her back with leather straps, carefully adjusted so
that her soft bosom jutted outwards, and strapped in front of her white,
frilled apron was a serving-tray bearing Lord Vadrek's meal.  Even with the
encumbrance, she moved with fine, careful grace, displaying herself for her
Master.  As she reached his dais, she inclined her head, unable to gesture
further lest the tray be disrupted.

Milsa performed the deep curtsy for both herself and her companion,
spreading her black and white frilled skirts wide as she bent before her
Master, her vibrant blue eyes turned down obediently as her pale, white-gold
hair bobbed along with the inclination of her head, the curled ringlets
silken yet springy.

Vadrek admired his servants with a lusting smile, his steely grey eyes
trailing along the form of their porcelain-skinned bodies.  They were petite
but proportionately large-breasted, the two of them so similar and yet
different.  They might have been daughters of the frost-fey, except that
their bodies were silky and warm, inviting for their Master's hot-blooded
desires.

Bringing herself closer to the tray, Milsa took up an empty goblet, the
finely-crafted vessel another bit of Vadrek's war booty.  Unbuttoning the
front of her maid dress, she carefully freed one large, soft breast and
began to pinch her nipple, holding the cup beneath it with her other hand as
Vadrek watched her.  Milking herself of the rich, creamy drink that her
breasts produced, Milsa moaned softly as she filled the goblet, eyes lidded
in a sultry expression, the glittering sapphire tone of her irises peeking
through the mesh of her lush white-gold eyelashes.  Switching to her other
breast to make sure that the cup was filled properly for her Master, she let
her tongue run slightly along her plush lips, hoping that he would be
pleased by the sight of her.  Vadrek watched with a smile, not yet touching
his meal until the slave offered the goblet to him reverently and he sampled
the first sip of it with a pleased expression before setting the cup back on
Thessa's tray.

"Does this slave's milk please her Master?" Milsa murmured to him in an
impeccable slave voice, soft and submissive as she knelt down beside his
throne as was customary.

"Yes, slave." replied Vadrek in his deep rumbling voice, a smile on his lips
as he ran his fingers through Milsa's soft hair as he took up the goblet in
his other hand to drink again of the sweet milk.  Thessa stood obediently
with the tray, a small smile on her lips while her pale blue eyes looked
obediently and shyly downward, the carefully bred and trained girl never
knowing such a thing as envy for her companion slave.  She merely waited as
her Master ate, her small hands perfectly still, not struggling against her
bonds at all.  From before the moment of her conception, her life had always
been to serve.

As Vadrek settled in to eat his hearty meal, winter cuisine but none the
less delicious, Milsa edged in front of him and gently began to remove his
boots as was their custom, gently kissing the top of each foot with her soft
lips before beginning to massage her Master's feet with her skillful hands.

Vadrek smiled, his eyes lingering on his slaves, and then roving down to the
table below where his men sat ready for their meals at the long table.  Some
had wenches of their own, won on campaigns and now serving them, sitting on
their Masters' knees or kneeling beside them, but none were so beautiful or
so well trained as his own prizes.

Raising the goblet full of Milsa's milk in their direction, he boomed in his
powerful voice, "Eat and make merry, my lads!  Outside, the bitter snow
rages, but in this fortress there is food and comfort to spare!"

The men raised their own goblets with a cheer, and the meal began in
earnest, the clink and clatter of cups and cutlery soon filling the great
hall, along with the chatter and laughter of its occupants.

Then Vadrek turned his attention back to his girls, stroking Thessa's hair
now as she stood straight for him, still and patient while Milsa worked the
tension out of his large, tough feet.  Returning to his meal, he set to
eating the rich food, flavorful and nutritious to maintain his fighting
power over the winter months.  While they'd be held in the fortress for a
while under winter's siege, he knew that there was, indeed, food and comfort
to spare within his walls.  Especially comfort, he thought, running his eyes
over his slaves and knowing that later on, after his dinner had been eaten
and he'd settled, he would have more intimate service from them in his
private quarters, as he so often enjoyed.

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Vadrek strode purposefully down the corridor in his private quarters at the
heart of the fortress, a feral smile in the middle of his short sandy-hued
beard.  He could feel the beast-spirit burning within him, too long without
bloodshed, its brutal force turned to burning flames of lust instead. Now it
was time for him to seek its release in the heat of rutting and the
outpouring of his hot seed.

The door of Thessa and Milsa's room was shut, indicating that they were
within, having returned there after confirming that he needed no further
services from them when he finished his dinner.  Taking out his key, Vadrek
unlocked the door and opened it, the precaution more against his soldiers
entering than the slaves leaving, for escape did not even cross their
properly bred and trained minds, and it was exceedingly rare that the
berserker lord needed to punish them in any way.

When he opened the door, he found his pets awake and sitting close together
on their pillows, though it would not have mattered much if he found them
asleep; for this service he had no qualms about waking them if needed. 
Their attention turned to their Master immediately, their innocent-looking
faces held at a respectful angle as they waited for him to communicate his
desires so that they might fulfill them.

Vadrek shut and bolted the door behind him, then cast off his fur clothing
eagerly, the woolen underwear beneath also put aside so that he was naked
before his slaves' adoring eyes.  Cold and snowy though the night outside
was, this room was warm and well-stocked with furs and pillows to nestle in,
adorned upon its walls with a couple of erotic tapestries from the far
southwestern lands.  "Come, my angels." Vadrek spoke to them in deep,
lusting tones, though there was still firmness in his command.

The slaves immediately rose, inclining their heads respectfully before
coming to stand before him with dainty steps.  They knelt at his feet in
unison, their eyes downcast slightly, and Vadrek's big hands came to their
heads, caressing the hair of each before gently guiding their lovely faces
towards his lordly cock as it grew firmer.  Thessa's tongue darted out,
knowing what was expected, and Milsa's joined in seconds later, both
dexterous appendages laving over their Master's balls and the base of his
shaft.

Soon, the two girls brought their lips to his throbbing shaft, one on each
side, kissing and licking him, their tongues often touching each other as
they adored his massive cock.  They'd been trained in working as a pair,
cooperating to bring their Master pleasure.  Vadrek's hands went to the
backs of their heads, caressing their beautiful hair, running his fingers
through the silken curls of white-gold and mithril-blue.  Soon, one mouth
slid down to kiss and lick his seed-laden sac again, this time gently
pulling one of the hefty orbs within into her mouth, while the other girl
engulfed the swollen head of his cock, each slave's hands held obediently
behind her back without the need for bindings.

Vadrek's hand guided Thessa to draw back first, and with a gesture from him
in response to her questioning look, she moved behind him, her slender hands
reaching to his shoulders and beginning to massage his heavily muscled
frame, working at any knots that remained from his frequent physical
training sessions.  Meanwhile, Milsa's full lips slid all the way down to
the base of the warrior's massive cock, her tongue caressing over the bottom
of it.

Vadrek let out a moan of pleasure, half-growled as he felt the beast-spirit
stirring wakefully within him, his cock like a bar of hard iron as Milsa
suckled expertly at it, making full use of her soft lips, nimble tongue and
even her tight throat in her quest to pleasure him.  Thessa's breasts
brushed against him from time to time as she massaged, and then, after
stroking over his back in a few large, sweeping motions, she embraced him
from behind, her tits pressed to his bare, rugged skin as her plush lips
laid kisses over his spine, repeating the reverent gesture no fewer than
twelve times.

"We love our Master." Thessa murmured in her soft, sultry voice, speaking
for both herself and her companion slave whose mouth was currently stuffed
with the warrior's massive cock.  Vadrek rumbled a wordless pleased
acknowledgment, ruffling Milsa's hair.  The slaves knew that they were his
cherished possessions, and delighted in knowing that they brought their
Master the pleasure that they existed to give.

At a signal from Vadrek, Milsa slowly drew back to settle on all fours, her
lovely hair spilling down to spread across the floor as she raised her
sweetly curved buttocks to her Master.

"The oil." Vadrek commanded, and Thessa inclined her head in acknowledgment
before moving to the shelf, Milsa holding her position of readiness, her
brilliant blue eyes closed, her breathing slow and calm.

Taking the customary bottle of oil, Thessa poured a little onto her hands
before beginning to sensually rub it onto Vadrek's fierce erection, stroking
up over the head and drawing back the foreskin to make sure that the
sensitive flesh underneath was thoroughly lubricated for entry.  Her
delicate hands worked without hurry, massaging and stroking, adding another
dab of oil when she felt it was needed.  After oiling him, she rubbed the
rest of the oil that coated her hands onto the cleft of Milsa's buttocks,
and guided the tip of Vadrek's cock to her companion slave's anus, where she
knew he liked to fuck them the best.  With a lusting rumble, Vadrek thrust
slowly but firmly into Milsa's backdoor, stuffing her rectum with his savage
shaft.

The obediently waiting blonde whimpered with a mingling of pleasure and a
touch of pain as the berserker's cock spread her tight little rear entry
open, her small hands bracing herself against the floor as she raised her
rump to him.  Her soft golden-white hair pooled across the floor, shiny and
soft, while his hands gripped her large breasts firmly, squeezing and
massaging them.  A little bit of milk dripped from her nipples as he handled
her, though she'd been milked out recently.

Vadrek thrust into her strongly, rumbling with pleasure as the beast-spirit
within him savored the act of mating, no matter the method it might take. 
He gripped tight to the petite slavegirl's shoulders while Thessa caressed
his strong back with her slightly oily hands, massaging him a little despite
the powerful bucking of his body.  Moving in front of him, she leaned close,
her expression asking his permission, and with a nod Vadrek placed his hand
behind her head and kissed the mithril-haired slave passionately while his
cock slid in and out within the silky sheath of her companion's rectum.

Thessa moaned softly into the kiss, her hands caressing Milsa's hair as
Vadrek caressed hers, strands of mithril-blue and platinum-blonde hair
mingling in a pale shimmering pool on the floor as the slaves' heads came
close together.  Vadrek let out a deep rumble of delight against his slave's
lips as he continued to thrust hard into Milsa's tight little anus, savoring
the grip she gave his proud cock as he claimed her in his favorite,
dominating way.

The little blonde whimpered sweetly as her Master fucked her, his powerful
muscles flexing beneath his battle-marked skin as he growled deep sounds of
pleasure.  Milsa adjusted her position slightly, letting him thrust into her
tight backdoor as easily as possible, welcoming the thick, eager cock into
the silken sheath of her bowels so that he could have his pleasure.

After a time of thrusting, the berserker raised himself up, tossing his head
as he rose and presented his cock to Thessa.  The mithril-haired beauty
eagerly took the shaft between her full lips to suckle it, her soft tongue
gliding over every contour of its veiny surface as her nimble hands gently
caressed his sac.  He tilted his head back, savoring this for a few seconds,
then rumbled, "More oil."

Once his cock had been lubed once more, this time by Milsa's skillful hands,
Vadrek smiled and beckoned his slaves to one side of the room, crossing it
in a few strides as they followed on hands and knees, their lithe bodies
moving sensually as they crawled.  Lifting Thessa up, Vadrek sat down upon
the large fur-covered bench at one end of the room and brought the eager
slavegirl over his lap, positioning her delightful buttocks over the steely
pillar of his oiled erection while his hot breath flowed over the back of
her neck.

Slowly, Vadrek lowered the mithril-haired beauty onto his waiting cock, her
small, well-groomed feet finding his corded, muscular thighs to help support
her petite body as her Master aimed for the tight, tiny socket between her
buttocks.  She whimpered as the berserker's huge, oiled cock nuzzled against
her rear entrance, the whimper intensifying as Milsa's mouth suddenly
covered her cunt, lips kissing nether-lips as Thessa's companion slave gave
her a tingle of pleasure before those full, soft lips descended to caress
the bottom of Vadrek's shaft, moving onwards to his heavy sac.

Vadrek moaned with pleasure, thrusting strongly into the little slave's
rectum.  Each movement bounced her on his lap, her blue-white hair
shimmering in the cozy light of the chamber as the movements took it, her
little feet adjusting to steady herself before the strong grip of the
berserker's arms around her waist stabilized her further.  Her breasts
rolled with every movement, her hands going to them to hold them steady
while the warrior's massive hands helped to hold her up and move her with
the rhythm.

Thessa moaned softly, knowing that it pleased her Master to take her like
this.  She rolled her head back, resting it on his powerful shoulder and
letting him feel the silky cascade of her hair as she rode his savage male
pillar, flexing the tight ring of her anus around his thick shaft as he
thrust upwards into the warm, soft embrace of her rectum.  Milsa continued
to caress and suck at Vadrek's sac, savoring the virile musk of his scent as
he fucked her companion slave.

As he felt the heat begin to rise in him more and more, Vadrek lifted his
mithril-haired slave from his lap, setting her on her feet in front of him
before picking up the platinum-haired girl to set upon the bench as he rose. 
Milsa lay back on the bench, her head tilted back over its edge, and Vadrek
moved to thrust his throbbing cock deep into her waiting mouth, the head of
his shaft poking into her throat and creating a pleasantly bobbing bulge at
the front of her creamy-toned neck.  He thrust eagerly, fucking the lovely
slave's mouth, her full pink lips gripping his shaft as tightly as they
could as Milsa's eyes were treated to the sight of her Master's swaying sac
right in front of her.

It lasted only for a few moments, and then Vadrek pulled out, making the
short, urgent gesture that meant he was prepared to cum and that his slaves
should present their mouths to receive their Master's seed.  Thessa and
Milsa swiftly but elegantly knelt before their Master, their soft, inviting
lips open wide, and he began to jack his cock vigorously, aiming for them as
they placed their faces cheek to cheek before him.

With a howl in which the beast-spirit within him could be heard just as much
as when he charged into battle, though in a very different tone, Vadrek
cried out his pleasure, the sound filling the cozy chamber.  Great jets of
virile seed gushed forth to splatter upon the prized slaves' waiting faces,
landing in the open mouths of each as they took their cherished reward. 
Once their Master had finished spilling his seed on them, they turned to
each other, kissing and licking the thick white goo from each other's face
so as not to waste a single drop.

Caressing his slaves with one strong hand, Vadrek smiled down at them for a
few moments before carefully tucking them under the warm furs where they
snuggled together.  He continued to watch them as they made themselves
comfortable to rest while he put his clothes back on before leaving.  When
he did depart, he closed and locked the door before he heading for his own
chamber to get some sleep as well.

The blizzard raged outside, but Vadrek knew, still smiling to himself, that
inside his fortress there was warmth and comfort aplenty.

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