Message-ID: <14906eli$9809011448@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/14906.txt> From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) Subject: (PJ) Dragonlance: Genesis-corrected post (1/?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <1998083006162200.CAA18868@ladder03.news.aol.com> Dragonlance: Genesis by PJ Chapter 1 Linsha Majere stopped in front of the doorway of the tavern, taking a moment to stare at the Lords of Doom smoking on the northwest and northeast horizons. Focusing on the task at hand, Linsha entered the crowded tavern, searching the common room until she found an empty seat at a small round table along one of the tavern walls. Linsha pressed her way through the tightly packed patrons, holding the sheath of her long sword close to her leg. The young sell sword sat down at the vacant chair, waiting for a harried serving wench to get her a mug of cool ale. "Right on time," observed the grizzled mercenary, sitting across from Linsha on a borrowed chair. "The Knight should be here soon." "I hope you're right about this," replied the girl. "I have it from very reliable sources that this Knight is hiring swords for an expedition to the Desolation. He's never wrong." Linsha grunted, sipping lightly from her mug. The ale washed down her dry throat, filling her empty belly while she waited for her mysterious future employer. The raucous talking and laughing stopped abruptly when the Knight of Takhisis passed through the doorway. The hard-looking knight's breastplate gleamed in the light coming from the large room's fireplace. The knight scanned the room's occupants until he spotted the mercenary sitting with Linsha; once found he marched towards them, staring down a patron until he gave up his chair to the dark knight. "Thank you for coming," said the knight, staring intently at Linsha's face. "I heard the pay was good," shrugged Linsha. "It is, if you do your job." "Which is?" "Providing escort for a party on a mission into the Desolation. The job should last no more than a week. You'll get paid half now in steel coin, the rest will be given on completion." "Sounds good. I'm in," nodded Linsha. "You're the only woman in our group, I hope that won't present any problems," remarked the knight with a raised eyebrow. "No, it won't," replied Linsha without expression. "We leave at dawn. Wait at the mouth of the eastern pass," said the knight as he rose to his feet. Nodding in farewell to both warriors, the knight left without another word to anyone. "See? A sweet deal," smirked the mercenary. "Indeed," agreed Linsha, swallowing deeply from her mug. "He didn't say exactly where they were going, only that it was in the Desolation somewhere," reported Linsha. "Several powerful artifacts from Istar's time have been washing up along the northern coast of the Desolation, perhaps the Knights are on a recovery expedition," mused the Knight of Solamnia softly. "Do you want me to go along?" inquired Linsha. "Can you handle it? You've never gotten in this deep with the enemy before," retorted the knight with concern. "I don't want you to get hurt." "I'll be fine," smiled Linsha, although the knot in her stomach betrayed her facade of calm. "Very well, accompany them and find out all that you can. May the Goddess watch over you." "May her Light shine on you as well," said Linsha, completing the blessing. Linsha watched the cloaked and hooded knight fade into the shadows of the alley before raising her own hood and melding into the foot traffic of the street behind her. The morning was bright and cold, promising a bitter winter in the coming months. Linsha held her thick brown cloak tightly around her body, nibbling on a hot breadroll she had purchased from a passing bakery stall. Within an hour, a group of four men gathered around her, draped in their own cloaks and breathing clouds of white vapor from their shivering lips. The grizzled mercenary who recruited Linsha arrived last, herding the men through the massive eastern pass of Sanction towards a crude road that stretched east along the northern feet of the Kalkhist Mountains. "Here he comes," commented the old mercenary, who called himself Brunt after knocking back a few mugs of ale with Linsha the previous night. The Knight of Takhisis rode a proud black stallion towards the assembled warriors, leading a string of thinner steeds by a single rope. "Pick your mounts, then follow me," ordered the Knight sharply. Linsha selected a sorrowful mare near the end of the line, stroking its mane softly before hopping on top of it. When everyone was ready, the Knight snapped his horse's reins, riding east at a steady gallop. Linsha toed her mare's sides, prompting it to follow her fellow sell swords. The group rode all day, stopping only twice to rest the horses. Linsha's bottom was aching with saddle soreness when the riders halted for the night near a road crossing. Tents were raised and a single firepit was built. Brunt placed a pot over the fire, gathering dried meat and vegetables from each warrior's ration pack to add to the bubbling water already in the pot. Linsha brushed down her mare before joining her comrades at the crackling blaze. A sword hilt smashed into the back of Linsha's neck, crushing her to the ground. "Are we clear?" asked the Knight of Takhisis. "Nothing on the road," replied Brunt, continuing to stir the cooking pot's contents slowly. "We can't have any spies reporting our findings to the enemy," said the knight, kicking Linsha in the ribs. Linsha groaned in pain, clutching her bruised side. The knight drew a shining dagger from his belt, ready to slash the girl's throat. "Why not let the men have some fun with her? It'll be awhile before they can get some more pussy." "Crude, but if it will keep morale up," shrugged the knight as he sheathed his weapon. "Very well, take her." Linsha moaned, her hand pressed over her throbbing neck while two burly warriors advanced on her. She reached for her sword, just starting to draw the blade when one of the fighters kicked her in the stomach. Linsha coughed harshly with her breath knocked out of her. A fighter moved behind Linsha, grabbing her waist to unbuckle her belt and yank her breeches off. The second fighter took Linsha by the chin and slapped her hard across the face. He pulled Linsha into an upright kneeling position, grasping the bottom of her chainmail tunic, removing it roughly from her body. Linsha shivered in the cold, dressed only in a thin under-shift and panties. The fighter facing her laughed as he slapped her again, holding her face up tightly within his left hand. The second warrior knelt between Linsha's legs, spreading her thighs apart while licking her firm white buttocks. The first mercenary collected a fistful of Linsha's curly red hair, enjoying the look of horror on her face as he untied his breeches. "No, please..I'm not a spy," begged Linsha, tears pooling beneath her large hazel eyes. "You're still a bitch, which means you're our fuck toy," smirked the first warrior before he shoved his cock into Lindra's mouth. He pressed the tip of a dagger against Lindra's neck, a warning if she tried to bite his shaft. The second fighter was growling happily, gnawing hungrily on Linsha's tight ass, rubbing between her legs with one of his meaty paws. Linsha groaned around the cock stuffed into her mouth, her lips caressing the throbbing muscle as it slipped up and down within her throat. The fighter in front of Linsha smiled with pleasure, filling his hands with the girl's hair, pushing her beautiful face against his crotch. The second mercenary slowly pulled off Linsha's panties, licking up her crack with relish. Discarding the naked girl's underwear, the fighter spread her buttocks apart with his hands, sniffing her musky cunt in anticipation. Brunt, the Knight, and the remaining mercenaries filled their food bowls, eating idly while watching the show. The fighter with his cock in Linsha's mouth bent the girl's neck far back, until her mouth was aimed at the sky. He rubbed his member's engorged head over Linsha's slack lips and nose, trickles of cum escaping to drip down the girl's cheeks. He inserted his pole back into Linsha's open mouth, his cock sliding wetly between her soft lips. The second warrior fell onto his back, positioning himself beneath Linsha's pussy. He squeezed her bare ass as he latched his mouth onto her cunt, his tongue slipping into the trembling girl's warm vagina. The idle mercenaries cheered when the first warrior removed his cock from Linsha's mouth to squeeze it between her ripe breasts after slashing her shift off with a belt dagger. Linsha moaned, her eyes shut tightly as the fighter pumped his tool up and down slowly, pressing her tits against his glistening rod. Linsha's crotch quivered from the lewd attentions of the second fighter. He lapped her cunt, his tongue writhing obscenely inside her fuck hole. He caressed her buttocks lovingly, his blunt fingers sliding across her warm, smooth skin. "Let me show you how it's done," declared one of the watching mercenaries, walking forward to drag the prone soldier from beneath Linsha's pussy. He waved the fighter tit-fucking Linsha away before turning her onto her back and raising up her legs with his hands. The mercenary thrust his cock violently into Linsha's moist pussy, slapping his crotch loudly against the helpless girl's. The watching soldiers hooted with mirth while Linsha lay limp on the ground, her feet over the mercenary's shoulders as he rammed his cock into her belly. "You like that, don't you bitch?" smiled the mercenary, fondling Linsha's tits clumsily. He leaned down to lick Linsha's neck, then moved down to bite her left nipple. Linsha groaned loudly, making the mercenary even more excited as he fucked her cunt energetically. Lost in sexual bliss, the mercenary failed to notice Linsha's hand wrap around the hilt of a belt dagger. The mercenary's grunts of ecstasy were cut short when Linsha reached up and slashed the man's throat with his own dagger. The watching mercenaries dropped stew bowls and grabbed for weapons. Linsha stood up, her pussy dripping cum, her skin almost blue from the cold. She flicked her dagger at one of her gaping admirers, smiling when the knife lodged in the man's neck. She reached down to unsheathe her dead rapist's sword just as the remaining mercenaries charged her. Linsha ducked under the first swing, stabbing her attacker in the belly beneath his chainmail shirt. She withdrew her weapon smoothly, slashing another foe's leg before retreating out of sword range. The last mercenary and Brunt attacked together, stabbing at Linsha from right and left. Linsha danced away from the swordsmen, knocking aside the last mercenary's blade to hack his head from his shoulders. The headless body twitched as it fell, leaving only Brunt and the Knight of Takhisis to face the naked girl. "You should have just laid back and taken it, slut," grinned Brunt. "You would have lost everything but at least you would have lived." "Not a very good bargain, old man," retorted Linsha, circling with Brunt to keep her aching limbs from stiffening from the cold. Brunt rushed Linsha, swinging his blade in quick, blurring arcs. Linsha parried the swings that came too close, backing away from him. When Brunt overextended himself with a lunge, Linsha dove towards his open side, sliding her sword into his stomach, punching through his filthy chainmail. Brunt coughed up blood before falling limply to the hard ground. "Nicely done, girl," nodded the knight respectfully, saluting Linsha with his upraised blade. "Do you want to dance with me as well?" asked Linsha, pointing the tip of her sword at the ground. "Not today, lady," bowed the knight. "We'll have to cross blades another time." Linsha stood and watched the Knight of Takhisis back away and climb onto his snorting horse. Saluting with hand to brow mockingly, the knight rode east along the merchants' road, disappearing from sight. Linsha collapsed to the ground, her body numb from fatigue and the cold air. She twisted a steel ring on her left hand, invoking the magic that would transport her to safety. *************** -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>