The Trikingdom

Chapter 12

Kalas woke up with a start and found the bed empty beside him. This was usual since the assault on his wife. The first time he had panicked and had run naked through the manor searching for her. He had found her in the study with a book of spells. She didn't seem to care about what had happened and always changed the subject when he attempted to broach it. Other than that she seemed to be dealing with it better than he was.

He suspected her newfound dedication to study was her way of coping with the trauma, but a part of him wondered if she was just trying to ignore the incident altogether. He expected her to be melancholy or angry but she displayed no change in her emotions whatsoever. He started questioning his own mental strength because the incident still haunted him. It was hard for him to banish the image of the man rutting behind Careena as she cried and begged. The ecstasy on the assailants face as he sodomized her was etched into his mind. If he could, he would kill the three of them all over again.

For some reason, the three he had killed first had a much different effect on him. He felt guilt over how he had disposed of their bodies in the sea. They would never be found and somewhere he knew they each had someone who would always wonder what their fate had been. He knew it wasn't logical to feel guilty over them and not the others; they would have raped his wife as well if he hadn't ended their lives.

The only person they told about the attack was Cilas. The assassin cleaned up the mess quickly and assured the Duke and Duchess that no one would find out about the incident. That was the only part of the incident that gave the Duke some measure of relief.

He tried to comfort his wife, but she insisted she didn't need any and that she wanted to focus on making sure it wouldn't happen to her again instead of crying over it. He was sure this was more denial on her part but he couldn't get her to see it. She was very stubborn, and he knew from experience that it was futile to get her to change her mind.

She had shocked him the night after the attack by initiating sex. He thought she would need time to recover from the ordeal and that sex would be many months away. He started out gently, but she urged him to be harder and rougher. When he didn't do it quite like she wanted, she screamed at him to fuck her like a whore. He reluctantly complied. When they were finished, she explained that she wanted to show him that she was all right and that the rape hadn't affected her, but the roughness of their lovemaking told him otherwise.

They made love every night after that. Careena couldn't seem to get enough. Sometimes she wanted it rough, sometimes she wanted it soft and gentle. He complied with what she asked for. He wasn't sure what she was looking for in the sex, but he was sure it wasn't a normal reaction to rape. In his mind it was further evidence that she was in denial even though she appeared genuine in her need for sex.

Kalas got dressed and headed out to the training yard. It helped him clear his mind and focus for the day. Paladins were trained fighters, but most weren't highly skilled and relied on the magical abilities granted by the gods to win fights. Kalas was an exception. He had received the same martial training as his brother and was an expert swordsman. It had been a few years since he had trained this hard and this often, but the soreness in his muscles felt good and reminded him that he needed to work out more often.

As he was finishing the first half of his training regimen in the yard, he heard a commotion out front and what sounded like an approaching carriage. They weren't expecting any company so he slowly strolled to the front of the manner filled with curiosity about who could be approaching. He was surprised to see a carriage flying his family's banner approaching. As it got closer he could discern that it belonged to his brother and he immediately smiled at the thought of a visit from him.

The carriage stopped, and as the door banged open, Kalas prepared to shout a jest about sending word before appearing at his doorstep, but it stopped in his throat at the sight of the hulking form exiting the carriage behind his brother. Kalas quickly recovered from his shock and went down to one knee and bowed his head.

"Father," he managed to find his voice, "if you had sent word of your visit I could have arranged a proper reception."

"Get up Kalas," his father barked. "My sons don't need to bow to me, and if I had wanted a 'proper reception' I would have asked for one. Besides, we haven't time to go through all the formalities."

"We must speak with you immediately," his brother said quietly as he helped him up. "Send someone to fetch Careena too; we need to speak with both of you privately."

As the trio headed towards the Duke's study, they encountered Cilas who had been hurrying to attend to the unexpected visitors. He was sent in search of the Duchess. The three men were seated for only a few quiet moments before Careena came rushing in. Kalas could tell she had been studying again. Her hand was stained with ink and her eyes had the tired look she got when she had been reading for hours on end.

"An emissary from the bear-men has appeared in Strellheim," King Bromen said without any preamble.

"The bear-men?" Kalas asked in astonishment. "I thought they were only legend."

"Everyone did," Duran agreed, "and it was quite a shock when their small party showed up unannounced. Strellheim has sent invitations to every kingdom south of the Dragons' Wastes for ambassadors to travel with the emissary back to the bear-men's kingdom to meet with their king."

"They have their own kingdom?" Kalas asked.

"Yes," King Bromen answered. "Apparently not all of the legends are true. They aren't savage beasts roaming the frozen wastes scavenging for food. From the description we received they appear as civilized as we are."

"Why must we go there?" Careena asked. "Why did they only send one emissary if they want to meet with so many kingdoms?"

"It's too hot for them," Duran responded with a smirk. "That's why their emissary stayed in Strellheim. From what we've heard, their party is even having trouble with the heat there."

"Strellheim is freezing!" Kalas exclaimed. "There is no heat there to speak of."

Duran shrugged at his younger brother. "You have to remember, they live so deep in Southern Wastes that everyone believed they were myth. Imagine how cold it is there."

"I can," Kalas groaned. "We'll have to bring lots of warm gear. I don't even know that we have everything we'll need."

"Why don't the two of you get with Cilas and check on that," King Bromen said pointing to his two sons, "while the Duchess and I go over our objectives for the meeting with their king."

Careena's back stiffened when she realized she was going to be alone with Bromen, but Kalas and Duran didn't notice. They were already talking about what could and couldn't go. Her husband was lamenting that he wouldn't be able to bring any of his armor and wondered if he could get fitted for leather before they had to leave.

"I wanted to speak with you alone," King Bromen said once his two sons had gone.

"Why?" Careena sneered. "So you can force yourself on me again?"

King Bromen waved his hand dismissively and leaned back in his chair. "I have no pressing need to get between your legs again," he said seriously, "but I won't turn you down if you're offering."

"So I'm not good enough for you to chase after anymore?" she asked angrily.

"No, you were very good," he said honestly, "but my desire for you has been slaked."

She was trying to get angrier but it was hard while he was remaining so calm. "Slaked?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yes," he said with a shrug. "We don't really have time for this, but since you seem to require an explanation I'll try to give you one," he said sighing. "I crave variety," he explained. "Once I've had someone or tried something I don't feel the same compulsion to have them or try it again. Don't get me wrong, I would never turn down an invitation from a beautiful woman, but I would never pursue her again."

"So you truly have no desire for me anymore?" she asked incredulously.

"I wouldn't say that," the king said with a smile. "You are a very beautiful and sensuous woman and I will always desire you on some level, but the world is full of beautiful and sensuous women who I've never been with."

"And you'd rather spend your time and effort pursuing them instead of me?" she asked.

"Precisely," he said with a grin.

"I'm not sure if I should be offended or not," she said honestly.

The king shrugged again. "Take it anyway you like, but it's the truth," he said. "You must have felt something similar when you were in Remar; that unquenchable desire to have a woman no matter the cost. Before I had you it was unbearable, but now I can control my lust for you. But trust me, if you were to offer yourself to me right now, I'd be on you before you finished removing your clothing. Now can we move on?"

"I suppose," she said relaxing back into her chair thinking about what he said. She had carried anger for King Bromen and the price he had extracted from her for her marriage to Kalas for a long time. This conversation didn't alleviate that anger, but it was starting to shed light on where her anger came from. She often wondered why it angered her so much. She had traded sex for favors since then and felt nothing. Was it because he was her husband's father? Was it because she had gone back to him night after night until her husband was due to return? Maybe her anger was misplaced; was she angry at herself for succumbing again and again? Whatever the cause of the burning hatred inside her for the king, she decided she could put it aside for now and listen to what he had to say. She would do anything to serve the Trikingdom.

She had indeed felt that desire he spoke of. It had almost overwhelmed her and driven her mad. She felt remorse for the way she treated Zella while under the power of that lust. Why couldn't she forgive King Bromen for succumbing to the same lust? Did she view it differently in her mind because she was the victim?

"We've received reports from Strellheim and the outlaying areas of bands of ice trolls moving southeast," King Bromen began. "I believe that whatever is causing the trolls to move is what has brought the emissary north."

"Very likely," Careena agreed.

"I think we can assume the king of the bear-men wouldn't have sent his emissary if there wasn't some threat," he continued. "We are agreeable to an alliance, but we must know the complete truth about the threat."

"I doubt their king will be completely forthcoming," Careena remarked. "If they're in danger I'm sure he'll try to keep it from us."

"Of course," Bromen said. "Who would want to ally with a kingdom in such an inhospitable climate with little incentive and extreme risk?"

"We allied ourselves with Remar," Careena commented.

"Remar has wealth and resources," the king said with a smile. "We don't know what the bear-men have. That's the other part of your mission; find out everything they have that's worth trading for."

"Why are you telling this to me and not Kalas?" Careena asked skeptically.

"Because I heard about your trip to Remar," the king said with a smile, "and I know you'll do whatever is necessary to get the information we need."

"How did you find out about that?" Careena asked easing back in her chair.

"King Airon and Prince Loqui aren't the only ones who have spies. My network isn't as extensive as theirs but it didn't need to be with the amount of fuss Loqui was making. He was very upset you didn't accept his proposal," King Bromen said with a laugh. "He's always been a bit of a whiner when he doesn't get his way."

"I'm glad you found that amusing," Careena said. "Loqui's always irritated me."

"Is that why you turned him down?" the King asked. "After what you went through, it would have been a smile price to pay to insure his silence."

"I saw no reason to acquiesce to him," she said with a shrug. "Kalas and I had come to an understanding. He would have been upset, but it wouldn't have been as disastrous a as Loqui imagined. I've already told Kalas everything about that adventure."

"I wouldn't mind hearing the details of your trip myself," the king said with a laugh, "but some other time. You and Kalas must get ready to leave. I assume you'll need extra clothing as well, and you should be prepared to purchase more in Strellheim when you arrive. They will have materials better suited for the cold," he advised.

They left the room in search of Kalas and Duran, and while they weren't arm in arm, the tension Careena had felt had dissipated. For the first time she thought that it might be possible to forgive him.

***

Four weeks later, the Duke and Duchess arrived in Strellheim eager to meet the emissary of the bear-men. It was far colder than either of them imagined when they left the relative mild climate of Genoise and the first thing Careena intended to do was find warmer clothing. She thought she would have been able to handle just the cold, but the freezing wind that pierced through her clothing and sapped the warmth from inside her body was too much to bear.

She felt sorry for the guards that had accompanied them. At least she and the Duke and been able to button up the carriage to keep most of the cold out. Their guards were all on horseback, except for the carriage driver who seemed to feel the cold more than any of them. She had no desire to see them suffer, and was determined to get them warmer clothing as well.

Lina had accompanied them as well. Careena frowned when she thought of the untrustworthy former slave. She hadn't wanted to bring the young woman along but she had few options. Cilas would be too busy to keep an eye on her and she had been making too many inquiries into Zella's whereabouts. She needed to bring a maid and reluctantly chose Lina. She also hated to separate her from Jaco, for his sake, but the young artist seemed to take it well.

Kalas was nervous and on edge the whole ride. He felt naked without his armor, but after the third week it had gotten too cold to wear anything but leather. He had managed to find a nice suit of leather before they left, but it wasn't the same as his heavy plate mail. He wore it only because it seemed to keep him warmer than his regular clothing. It grew stiffer in the cold and made movement difficult. He couldn't imagine going into battle with it on; he could barely turn around.

They were welcomed at the castle. Two of their guards were allowed to accompany them during their stay while the rest were shown to the barracks. Kalas worried about having so many armed men from different kingdoms in one city but knew the Trikingdom's alliances would make them a poor target for any attack. An ambassador from Daarkscrag was already here, and ambassadors from Lesquia and Remar were set to arrive any day. They didn't have any quarrels with the other kingdoms in attendance, but they didn't have any formal relations with them either.

The King and Queen of Strellheim was an older couple that Kalas guessed were in their seventies. Strellheim was a quiet kingdom that rarely involved itself in the squabbles of their northern neighbors so their monarchs generally lived to an old age. They were kind and warm to the Duke and Duchess at the dinner that was held after their arrival.

They also got their first look at the bear-man emissary that evening. Careena was surprised to find that he appeared very human. In her mind she had imagined some mixture of man and bear similar to a centaur or satyr. However, he was proportioned just as they were from head to toe, but his body was covered in fur much like a bear's. He was bigger than the average man but he was about the same height as Kalas with a lot more bulk. When you looked at him from behind, he did give the impression of a small bear standing on its hindquarters. His face was shaped just like theirs but the same fur covered it as well. The only visible part of his body not covered in fur was his lips.

The Duke and Duchess were surprised to find that he was the captain of the royal guard for his kingdom, and not an ambassador, but he explained that few of his people could stand traveling that far north. "It's too hot," he complained in his strange drawn out accent. "Most of my people wouldn't last a week in this heat."

Careena was pleasantly surprised to find that the emissary, Captain Gorceck, was quite intelligent. He was well versed in his peoples' history and knew quite a bit about theirs as well. When Careena asked about the origins of the bear-men, he insisted that they were not faery creatures as most assumed. He said that they were human and had been changed by the cold. Careena was skeptical, but Captain Gorceck insisted.

Kalas started asking the captain about battle in the frozen south. Captain Gorceck explained the dangers and the best strategies. Kalas was surprised to find out that they had virtually no swords; they weren't very useful against icy opponents and they tended to freeze to their sheaths. Blunt weapons worked best. There was a paladin chapterhouse in Strellheim that he was going to have to visit to get a different weapon.

Careena turned the subject towards the social structure of the bear-men. Politically they were very similar to any other kingdom, but their family structures were vastly different. Several generations of one family lived in one house and they all slept together in the main room. Apparently it was warmer that way. When she asked about relations between a man and a woman the captain just shrugged and said that everything was done in the open and that they often swapped partners.

"I'm sure my father and brother are helping to keep my wife warm while I'm away," he said proudly. "We don't have the same taboos your people have about sex," he explained when he saw the shocked look on her face. "It started out as a way to generate heat and evolved from there."

Careena wasn't sure she believed him, but he seemed sincere. "What about the king?" she asked. "Does he live with all the members of his family as well?"

"Oh no," the captain said. "King Kirlick keeps himself warm with all his wives," Captain Gorceck explained nonchalantly.

"How many wives does he have?" she asked unbelievingly.

"Twenty-two, when I left," he said, "but he was preparing for another one."

"How many wives do you have?" she asked afraid to hear the answer.

"Oh, I have just one. The king is the only one with multiple wives. Our kings try to marry a woman from each major house," he explained. "It helps keep the peace, and insure the succession of the line."

Careena was finding it all hard to believe but it made a twisted sort of sense the way Captain Gorceck explained it. In her mind she could see the way it would have evolved. She decided not to pass judgment until they were in the bear-men's kingdom and could see how everything worked.

***

Kalas stumbled in the snow and nearly lost his footing. He cursed silently and kicked at the uneven snow underneath his foot before taking another step. It had been eight long, cold days since they left Strellheim but it felt like more.

He was one of the few ambassadors walking; most of them remained huddled under several blankets on the large sleds being pulled by the snowy mammoths the bear-men had brought with them. It was not the bear-men's preferred way to travel, but it was the only way to get all the ambassadors, most of who were not used to such harsh conditions, the long distance to their kingdom.

Kalas was impressed with the bear-men's abilities in the snow. They moved with grace over the slick, uneven ground in spite of their size, and they didn't seem to feel the cold. They were also able to provide fresh fish to the party every night by breaking holes in the thick ice. Captain Gorceck and his men all walked as well, guiding the mammoths on their path. Kalas wasn't sure how they knew which way to go in the seemingly endless field of ice, but the Captain assured him they were making good progress.

Walking had earned him the respect of the Captain and his men, but it was an easy task for the young paladin. He was able to keep his body warm with short spurts of his paladin fire that seemed to go unnoticed by the bear-men. Kalas wasn't the only member of an ambassadorial party that walked. The ambassador from Strellheim, a grandson of the king and queen, frequently walked with some of his guards, and Kalas's fellow paladin, Jareth, who had accompanied Ambassador Timmons from Remar. Timmons had brought one of his slaves to help keep him warm on the journey and whenever they engaged in sexual activity Jareth would leave the sled and walk with his friend.

Careena also occasionally walked beside him. She always lightened his mood when she emerged from underneath the multiple layers of fur blankets. He noticed that some of the others decided to get up and walk whenever his wife did. Even though she was covered in heavy furs, she attracted the attention of other men. She was one of those women whose beauty was apparent no matter the circumstance. She was also one of the few women making the journey.

Kalas saw movement from his sled and was delighted to see Careena emerge. She joyfully jogged over to him in a seductive manner that only she was capable of, followed at a distance by one of their guards. She huddled into his body when she reached him and he wrapped his arms around her; partly to show each other affection, and partly so he could warm her a little.

"Let's see if he emerges," she said quietly when they broke apart. They 'he' she was referring to was the Strellheim ambassador, Prince Germaine. He was a brash young man, and very handsome. He was used to women fawning over him so Careena had started playing the part and flirting with him to try to get information. He had spent the longest time with the Captain and his men and his kingdom was the closest to the bear-men's so she hoped he had an inkling of what the king of the bear-men had to offer and what he wanted in return.

Unfortunately, Prince Germaine had very little real world experience despite being a few years older than Kalas and Careena. He had lived a carefree life, and up until now he had spent most of his time hunting with his friends and seducing women. His grandparents still ruled, his father was the crown prince, and his older brother would eventually inherit the crown. He still felt the entitlement of youthful gentry. He was so self-absorbed; he didn't even understand how to play the flirtatious game Careena was trying to play with him. He was so concerned with trying to bed her, and confident in his ability to do so, that he ignored nearly everything she said. She was frustrated that his naivete, which made him no threat at the bargaining table with the bear-men, was keeping her from learning what she was sure he knew, even if he wasn't aware that he knew.

"I'm sure he will," he replied just as quietly, "although I'm still not sure what information you think you'll gain from flirting with him."

"I may have to do more than flirt, dear husband," she replied. "I'll be discreet," she added when she saw the sour look on his face. "He has to know what the bear-men want and what they have to offer otherwise his grandfather never would have sent him."

"What do you mean?" Kalas asked.

"He's too stupid," she started. "Well, maybe not stupid, but definitely too inexperienced to negotiate on his own. His grandfather had to have given him specific instructions and he could only have done that if..."

"They know what's at stake," Kalas finished for her, catching on. "So he's out here to get his confidence then," her husband added.

"Precisely," she agreed. "His kingdom's terms have already been decided. He's merely the messenger."

"So we're already behind," Kalas said.

"And we need to catch up," Careena sighed as they watched Prince Germaine emerge from his own sled. "Let's laugh a little and pretend that we're having a cozier conversation," she suggested. Kalas nodded in agreement. They still kept their voices low, but pretended that they were discussing more intimate matters. "Once we have the information from him, our biggest competition will be the ambassador from Daarkscrag."

"Daarkscrag?" he husband questioned. "But they're our allies."

"In war, yes," Careena agreed, "but this isn't about war; this is about commerce. Even if the bear-man king asks for aid in arms, this still isn't about war. We're trading what we have to offer for what they have to offer."

Kalas nodded in understanding. The bear-men may ask for military aid, but because of the distance and weather it was doubtful they were seeking any lasting alliance. "You've given up on the Captain or one of his men?" Kalas asked. Their first day out she had tried to weasel information from them but had stopped trying after being stonewalled.

"Yes," she answered. "He's too skilled and his men don't say much." A thoughtful expression crossed her face. "Maybe you should try talking to the Captain."

"Me?" he questioned credulously.

"Yes," she said. "You've impressed him in a way that I cannot," she explained. "He may be more forthcoming with you and if you can get the information out of him, I can cease this silly game with Prince Germaine."

Up until that statement, Kalas had been unsure of his wife's true motive for her behavior with the self-absorbed young prince. Part of him wondered if she really just wanted to garner the attention of the young man and if it was all related to her rape. She seemed to have her mind set on getting information out of him. Kalas wondered if she'd ignore the Prince if he managed to get what they wanted from Captain Gorceck instead.

"I'll try, my love," he promised.

"Good," she said with an approving nod. "I'm growing tired of the one sided conversations with Prince Germaine." She smiled in satisfaction as the object of their discussion finally came swaggering out, joking with his guards who doubled as his friends. They couldn't hear the conversation they were having, but it was obvious the prince was boasting about some exploit to his cronies.

Careena sped up a step in front of her husband and turned to face him while walking backward. "I'm going to throw some snow at you and laugh loudly. After it hits you, chase after me, but stumble and fall. I'm going to run towards the Prince and I want you to pretend to have snow down your front and head to the sled to dry off. I want to see how bold he gets when you're not in sight."

Kalas nodded at her while smiling. He didn't like all this game playing, but went along with it for the sake of the Trikingdom. He still wasn't sure what advantage they'd gain from the knowledge, but Careena thought it would be important and he trusted her instincts.

He admired her form as she gracefully bent and scooped up a handful of snow without stopping and threw it at him. She didn't bother to make a proper snowball so the cold stuff went all over his face and front. Careena shrieked and ran away as best as she could over the frozen ground giggling as she went. Kalas gave a hearty laugh and made to move after her, but after a couple steps feigned slipping on the ice and losing his balance. He made sure to fall face first and get more than enough snow down the front of his fur coverings.

Careena turned and watched her husband as he picked himself up off of the cold snow and gave an exaggerated reaction to the wetness down the front of his clothing. She knew he could dry himself off with his paladin fire if he wanted, but she hoped the naive prince didn't realize that.

She reached Prince Germaine and his guard after a few more steps and gave a slight shriek. "Help me!" she exclaimed jovially. "My husband wants revenge for my trick."

Prince Germaine turned and regarded her with a wide smile. "I think the brute has getting dry on his mind rather than revenge, beautiful lady," he said happily.

"He's not a brute," she laughed as she slapped the Prince playfully on the arm.

"I meant no offense," Prince Germaine protested, "just that he is a very large man."

"I can't deny that he's large," she said giggling, "but he's hardly brutish. He's more like a gentle giant."

"I'm glad to hear it," the Prince said with a smile. "I'd hate to have him come after me in a jealous rage because you keep coming over to talk to me."

"Oh, don't worry," she assured him. "He's not the type to get jealous. He knows I'm just curious about the bear-men and their culture."

"Yes, you've pestered me to no end with questions," the Prince agreed, "but I've been wondering why you don't direct your questions to Captain Gorceck? Do you have some other motive for coming to see me?" he asked with a salacious grin.

Careena tried to return his look. "I find you much more engaging than the Captain or any of his men," she lied. "Besides, it's always better to talk to someone you find attractive. I find it helps hold my attention."

"So I 'hold your attention'?" he asked with smirk.

"Yes, of course," she gushed and lied. "I hope I hold yours as well."

"You do, milady," he said seriously. He glanced around to see if Kalas had returned. The large man was still in his sled so he placed his arm around Careena's shoulder. "What is it you wish to discuss today?" he asked.

"Actually, I was wondering what you know about ice trolls," she said. "Do you think we'll encounter any?"

"No, it's unlikely we will," he said casually.

"Isn't this their territory?" she asked.

"They used to be common in this area," he replied, "but not anymore."

"Why not?" she asked curiously. "Did they die off, or migrate?"

"Ice trolls are simple creatures," the Prince replied dismissively. "Who knows why they do anything. Wouldn't you rather discuss something else? You seemed interested in the role of the bear-man females before. Did I tell you that I saw some of the male members suckling milk from the breasts of the lone female of our little expedition?"

Careena rolled her eyes as the Prince turned the discussion to a sexual nature, but she was a little curious about what he had said. On their first day out, she had been surprised to find that one of the bear-men was actually a woman. Captain Gorceck had introduced her as the party's ice weaver, which Careena later learned meant she was a mage who specialized in molding ice. It was the ice weaver, Mala, who formed the shelters the mammoths were housed in at night, and the barriers that kept the winds at bay, all out of ice.

Careena had already guessed what other purpose Mala served for the male members of her people at night. The ice weaver generally rode in the sled and always seemed tired in the mornings. Careena had tried to engage the woman in conversation, but got less from her than she did from Captain Gorceck. The news that the bear-men would be so open with their sexuality in view of the others was surprising.

"Suckling her breasts?" she questioned incredulously.

"Yes," the Prince answered matter-of-factly. "Liquid water is scarce to the bear-men, and since breast milk from the source is always warm and never frozen, they've developed an interesting custom. Once one of their females gives birth, men are allowed and encouraged to drink the milk from her breasts. And since the liquid is considered life-giving to their people, no woman can refuse a man who asks."

"So their females are always lactating? That must be painful," Careena commented. Every woman she knew that had given birth complained about the pain of breasts full of milk and were always eager for their children to be weaned. The Prince shrugged, whether for not knowing or caring Careena wasn't sure so she didn't comment further. She decided to steer the conversation back to its origins. "So what do you think happened to the trolls?" she asked.

Before he could answer, one of his men coughed, and the prince removed his hand from her shoulder, took a step to put some distance between them, and turned to look back. Careena turned back to look too, and saw her husband emerging from the confines of their sled. He turned his head as if searching for someone and Careena prayed to all the gods that he would have the good sense to stay away. She almost cursed when he started in their direction, but breathed a sigh of relief when he walked past them without giving them a second glance and headed towards the lead mammoth where Captain Gorceck would be.

She didn't need to look at the Prince to know there was a satisfied smirk on his face. "Why don't we finish this conversation later," he suggested. "Come by my sled tonight, after the evening meal and I'll educate you on male-female relations of the bear people," he said, "and I'll tell you everything I know about trolls."

"Everything?" she asked. "You'll answer all my questions about trolls?"

"Of course," he said indifferently.

"The Duke and I will stop by tonight," she said to gauge his response.

"You should come alone," the Prince snapped. Careena looked at him askance and he realized his mistake. "The Duke would only be bored by our conversation," he said trying to cover.

"Perhaps you're right," she agreed, "but it would be unseemly for me to openly visit with you in your sled unattended. I'll have to be discreet and leave my guards behind."

"That's probably best," he said, "for appearances. We wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea."

"I'll see you tonight," she said. "Although, I'm not sure how I'll be able to get away."

The Prince shrugged as if he didn't care. "The guards only patrol the perimeter of the encampment. You only have to wait until the others in your sled are asleep. I'll wait up for you."

She knew he was right. The guards from all the kingdoms shared the guard duty on a regular rotation. It would be easy to sneak from one sled to another while the rest of the encampment slept. She didn't say anything, but nodded in agreement. She slowed her steps and allowed the Prince and his men to pull away from her. She headed back to her sled, resigned to her fate.

***

"I think you should stay here," Careena whispered to her husband as she prepared to meet the Prince. They had argued about it for most of the evening after Kalas had revealed his failure with Captain Gorceck. "It will only upset you." She was finishing putting her clothes on while they tried to keep their voices low so that they wouldn't waken Lina and their two sleeping guards.

"I just want to be near in case you need me," Kalas explained. "Besides, if you're not back when the guards change, they might grow worried. If we're both gone, they'll assume I'm with you and we're both safe."

"Or they might think something is amiss and raise an alarm that wakes the entire encampment," Careena retorted. "My plan is better. In the darkness, the guards won't be able to determine if that lump you're snuggled up against is me or a pile of clothing, especially under the blankets. They're expecting to see me, so that's what their eyes will show them. Just put your arm around it protectively and it will work."

In the back of his mind he knew she was right, and he wasn't sure why he wanted to go with her. They both knew what was going to happen when she met with the Prince. For some reason he wanted to be near to witness as much of it as he could, even though it would be painful. Not knowing what was happening seemed even worse, even though logic told him that was the better option. If he didn't see his wife enter the Prince's sled, the image wouldn't be burned into his mind for the rest of his life.

"All right," he finally agreed reluctantly.

They stuffed the clothing she had been wearing earlier that day under the blankets, and at a nod from Careena, Kalas reluctantly got underneath them as well and snuggled up close. Careena made sure it looked like she was sleeping next to him and then squeezed his shoulder before crawling quietly out of the sled.

It was colder outside now than it had been during the day and felt even more so because she was wearing less clothing. She started walking towards the Prince's sled and was never more aware of the crunching noise each of her steps made in the snow. She saw someone in every shadow and stopped several times with her heart pounding for fear of discovery. She finally reached her destination. It was the only sled with light leaking out from the doorway. She took a deep breath and then pulled open the flap and peered inside.

To call the conveyances a sled wasn't doing them complete justice. They were wider then two average men lying head to toe, and half again as long. Six rails ran the length of each one underneath to ease in pulling them, but even so they were so massive that only mammoths would be able to accomplish it. Each was topped with a dome covered in thick hide and fur.

The Prince was sitting in the center of the sled drinking ale, and laughing at something one of his guards had said. She was surprised to see all four of them sitting around their prince enjoying food and drink with him. Five heads turned towards her and all laughter ceased as they stared at her.

"Milady, please come in," the Prince said enthusiastically. The guards got to their feet as she entered, their heads bowed under the short domed ceiling of the sled. She thought it odd that the Prince hadn't found somewhere else for them to be, and that all four of them were there when two of them should have had guard duty. "Sit," the Prince said gently, patting the soft furs next to him. Careena tried to blush as she made her way over to him.

"You're earlier than I expected," he said smiling. "You must be very eager."

"I am eager to learn about the ice trolls," she responded, "but I thought I would find you alone."

The Prince frowned and his demeanor took on a more serious tone. "May I be frank, Milady?" he asked.

"Of course, Prince Germaine," she replied. "I always feel it is better to get straight to the point."

"Good," he said, the smile returning. "I've grown bored with our wordplay and wish to be straightforward." He took swig of his ale and set the cup down. "I know the information you want about the ice trolls and why," he said, "and I thought you understood what I wanted in return."

"I thought I did as well," Careena responded looking around the sled at his guards, "but now I'm not sure."

"My friends and I," he said indicating his guards, "want to give you a hands-on demonstration of the bear-men's sleeping habits." Careena's eyes went wide as she looked at the sheepish grin on the four guards' faces. Her mouth opened to protest, but she couldn't think of the proper words to say. "Please don't feign outrage," the Prince said seriously, "it would be unbelievable coming from you."

"What do you mean?" she asked still in shock.

"I know what you are," he said, picking up his drink and draining the mug. "What did my grandfather call you?" he asked rhetorically as he rubbed his chin in thought. "The 'new whore of the Trikingdom'," he chuckled. "He said that the rumors are that you're quite good too and that I shouldn't pass up the chance to bed you if the opportunity presented itself. And since I always share with my friends..." he left the last statement unfinished.

Careena's face burned with embarrassment and anger. Her first inclination was to slap Prince Germaine across the face and storm out in indignation. But she needed to know what was happening to the ice trolls, and while crude, the statements he made were basically true. She had traded sexual favors to swing negotiations her way and while she wouldn't call herself a whore, she could understand why many would view her that way. Still, it angered her that the Prince would speak to her in that manner and she had to clench her jaw to keep from letting loose a tirade of profanities his direction.

"I hope I haven't spoiled anything," the Prince said still chuckling. "I had to convince Ambassador Doling from Daarkscrag to have his guards work double shifts tonight so that mine would be available for our festivities. Did you know that he's King Drakin's cousin? He said the King and Prince Dumont send you their warmest greetings and both were very complimentary about you negotiating techniques. I told him I'd give him my own assessment tomorrow."

Rage boiled within her, and again she had to breathe deep to restrain herself. She contemplated her options, and came to the conclusion that if she wanted the information she only had one. "Fine," she said defiantly, "I will do what I must. But you must promise to tell me everything you know."

"On my honor," the Prince said holding his hand over his heart. She wondered how much honor a man like him really had.

"I would like the lamps put out," she demanded.

"Of course," the Prince agreed. "Once we are all situated we will put out the lamps and sleep just like the bear-men do." He stood and began unbuttoning his shirt. Careena sighed at the realization she wouldn't be allowed the dignity of undressing in the dark and followed the Prince's lead. She covered herself as best she could once she was naked, but with five men in the sled with her it was impossible to stay hidden from all of them and she felt five pairs of eyes roaming over her flesh.

Once he was nude, Prince Germaine lay down on the furs in the middle of the sled. "Come, lay next to me," he told her. "For tonight's purposes, I will play the role of your husband, and my men will be other male members of the family," he explained.

She sighed again before joining him on the furs. She really didn't need all the theatrics and just wanted to get it over with. The Prince nodded at his companions, who were now nude as well, and the lamps were put out and the sled plunged into darkness. Careena sucked in her breath as the Prince reached over and palmed her breast before pinching her nipple.

"Relax, Duchess," he said. "I'm sure you'll enjoy everything that's about to happen."

Careena wanted to cringe and back away but her body wouldn't let her. His were the first hands since her rape other than her husband's since her rape to caress her breasts, the first hands to roam over her taut stomach, the first hands to tease the lips of her vagina, the first hands to explore the wetness of her cunt; despite this, her body responded favorably to the Prince's touch. Her mind was in turmoil, unsure of what she should be feeling, but her body had no such confusion. Her pussy was soaking wet and her hips pressed down against his hand, begging for more of his fingers.

'Gods, what am I doing?' she thought as a moan erupted from her lips. 'I shouldn't be enjoying this, but there's no denying that I am. I've missed this so much.' What she missed were hands different from her husband's. She was beginning to realize that no matter how much she loved him, how big his cock was, and how much he satisfied her she was always going to crave the touch of strangers.

Her hand, seemingly of its own volition, searched in the darkness and found the hard flesh of his cock. It wasn't as big as her husband's but it was big enough to give her body the satisfaction it was suddenly craving. She could feel it straining and pulsing in her hand, eager to be in the hole his fingers were wetly plunging in and out of.

"You are more eager than I thought you would be," he said loud enough for his friends to hear. "We've got a live one this time boys!" he said energetically. Careena could hear appreciative murmurs coming from all around her in the darkness. She was glad they couldn't see her face turn red from embarrassment, but she was glad they were there; her body craved their touch as much as the Prince's even if her mind was telling her to grab her clothes and run away.

She wondered what it was that made her respond so differently to this situation than her rape. Both instances were with men who cared little for her emotional wellbeing, although she knew these men wouldn't harm her physically. Was that all it was? She was coerced into her present situation, but at least she had had some choice in the matter, and the Prince and his friends didn't plan on killing her after. If that was all it took to change her from a loving wife who regretted having to sleep with men to gain advantage, into a raging, unrepentant nymphomaniac, then she was going to find herself under strange men often.

She compared this situation to her time aboard Captain Diedmon's ship and decided it resembled that more than her rape. She remembered her time on board fondly and actually missed the old Pirate Lord and his short stubby cock, even though he fucked her at every opportunity and used her body as incentive when buying and selling goods. She had a feeling she'd enjoy this as much as the gangbang she had on the ship.

Prince Germaine rolled on top of her. Careena still held his cock in her hand and eagerly guided it to her greedy cunt. She gasped in pleasure as his cock easily slipped inside her slick pussy and she felt his full weight on top of her. "You're very wet Duchess," he whispered into her ear. "I told you you'd enjoy it."

"I'm...just here...for the information," she gasped and lied in protest. She moaned as he thrust hard and ground his pelvis against hers. She couldn't see his face in the dark but she could feel him smirking at her. Her words sounded false even in her own ears so she decided not to say anything if he tried to goad her again.

The sled was already warm, but she could feel herself growing even warmer as she and the Prince worked their bodies together. Her extremities felt hot under the furs and sweat began to break forth on her back. It was easy to see why the bear-men had adopted sex as a means to keep warm at night; it was pleasurable and only used as much energy as the participants were willing to expend.

"The husband always has first rights to couple with his wife," the Prince explained between thrusts. Careena was hardly paying attention. "After he's finished, she is free for whoever needs warming and relief, but certain protocols must be followed," he continued. While on some level it fascinated Careena, she wished he would be quiet; she was close to cumming and he was distracting her. "The wife can never refuse a request from an adult male, but the husband can if he intends to mount her again, although it is considered impolite for the husband to monopolize all of her time."

Careena couldn't believe the arrogant bastard already had her so close to orgasm. She held her eyes tight and concentrated on the hard rod filling her so nicely between the words. She shut out the sound of his voice as best she could, but it always filtered through the sound of their flesh moving together and the slurping noise of his cock as it pistoned in and out of her sopping channel. His words started forming images in her head and soon she was fantasizing about a group of related bear-men sharing one of their wives on a cold winter night. A few weeks before, the imagery would have been disturbing, but now it was highly erotic.

"It doesn't denigrate into a free-for-all orgy," the Prince continued. "Younger males must always defer to older ones, but the elder can invite the younger to join in." Careena let her mind envision two bear-men taking a female together. The Prince seemed done with his instruction at the moment as his breath was coming hard. Careena was glad for the silence, but the visualizations his words had inspired still danced through her head.

She had never felt a cock so hard before. Her husband's cock felt thick and fleshy, but Prince Germaine's cock felt like a slim rod of iron being rammed into her again and again; it was painfully pleasant. Animal furs surrounded the coupling pair, and Careena had a stray thought about what bear-man fur would feel like rubbing against her skin. In her sex crazed fantasy, she became the wife being shared by the bear-men, and then it became a specific bear-man, Captain Gorceck.

Her eyes opened wide as if in shock and her body trembled with one of the strongest orgasms she had ever experienced. She gripped the Prince's shoulders tightly and nearly lifted both of them off sled floor. She didn't breathe for several seconds as explosions ripped through her head and body. She could feel her pulse throbbing hard in her temples and she had a brief thought that her blood might burst from her head.

"Oh Gods, you're perfect!" Prince Germaine gasped loudly as he gripped her tight, slammed into her a final time, and emptied his seed inside of her. He breathed heavily in her ear for a few heartbeats and then unceremoniously rolled off.

It seemed less than a second later that the second guy was crawling on top of her. He didn't say anything, not even an introduction, before he fisted his cock into her. He praised the gods as his thick cock sank into her slowly. His cock was much longer and thicker than the Prince's and it filled her up nicely. Careena raised her legs a bit to give the man better access and he started a nice, hard, slow rhythm.

He definitely fucked with more finesse than Prince Germaine and Careena suspected that he was the oldest of the group which correlated with what the Prince had said earlier. One of the guards was an older man with graying hair and beard. The man on top of her was bearded, but so were two of the Prince's other guards. Still, she suspected it was that older guard, who had always looked at her kindly with his battle worn face, who was currently plowing her sperm-filled pussy.

The man's thick cock was pulling out a lot of the load the Prince had shot into her, and she could feel it start to seep down between her ass cheeks. She didn't mind; it correlated with how slutty she felt. She could hear his cock slurping in and out noisily as he steadily fucked her without breaking rhythm. She really liked his cock, and he certainly knew how to use it well. She wished she could be certain of his identity so she could find a way to enjoy his wonderful technique some other time.

She thrust her hips to meet each of his strokes and their bodies crashed together each time with the satisfying sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Careena couldn't help but moan in pleasure as the man grunted and groaned in ecstasy above her. "Oh my gods, I'm cumming!" she cried out in a hoarse whisper as her body again tensed as the pinnacle of pleasure coursed through her.

To his credit, the man fucking her never broke stride. He fucked her through her orgasm without pausing or changing rhythm even though her cunt threatened to rip the skin from his cock as it tightened with the rest of her muscles. The continual pounding caused her orgasm to keep going and going. She clung to him tightly, not breathing until her body couldn't hold out any longer and she collapsed back against the furs completely spent and exhausted.

The man continued at that same damnable pace while she lay under him trying to catch her breath. One thing she had noticed about the Prince and his men was that they were all lean and fit and she suspected that this man could keep going for hours despite his age. She wished she could see his face better, but her eyes had adjusted to the dark as much as they were going to and she could only make out a rough outline of his head and body.

It took her several minutes to recover, during which she just lay there breathing heavily while he continued to take his pleasure from her sloppy pussy. His cock rubbed deliciously against her clit and Careena was climbing back to orgasm sooner than she thought possible. She had to know for certain which one of the men this was. It would be difficult finding time to be alone with any of them during the journey and she didn't want to risk being disappointed by picking the wrong man.

In an act of daring and desperation, she reached up and took his face between her hands and pulled him down for a kiss. The man opened up and her tongue darted in and out of his mouth, matching the same rhythm of his thrusts. He groaned into her open mouth and Careena felt his body start to tense. His cock throbbed hard inside her and the jets of sperm forcefully shot up into her womb. Another orgasm ripped through her as she felt the man's seed coat her insides.

As they both came down, she slowly slide her hands down his face to release him with one finger curled slightly. Her fingernail scrapped along his cheek and she pressed hard for a moment to scratch him. The man let out a slight gasp of shock but said nothing. "Thank you, that was wonderful," she whispered to him as if oblivious to what she had done. He grunted in reply and rolled off just like the Prince. Careena felt a little disappointment in the pit of her stomach that he didn't express any similar sentiments before he unceremoniously went away, but she didn't have long to dwell on it as the next man quickly took his place.

Unfortunately for her, his skill as a lover contrasted greatly with her previous partner's. He fumbled around trying to get his cock in without guiding it, and stabbed at her pussy aimlessly so that he could maul her breasts with his hands. She appreciated his enthusiasm and briefly wondered if the man were a virgin but quickly ruled that out; as a friend of Prince Germaine he would have had more than a few women throw themselves at him for the notoriety. All modesty aside, she was probably the most attractive woman he'd ever been with, and with the way he was slobbering all over her tits, she probably had the biggest chest too.

After a few failed painful attempts at entry, she decided to take matters into her own hand, and reached down to help guide him in. As soon as he felt the tip of his cock at her opening, he pushed forward hard and Careena had to quickly move her hand away to avoid getting it crushed between their bodies. His thrust was so forceful it knocked the breath out of her despite the average size of his cock. She imagined he had some maniacal grin on his face as he plowed into her.

He fucked her with hard deliberate strokes while his mouth alternated quickly from one nipple to the other. His fingers were digging into her tit-flesh so hard that she knew he was going to leave bruises. He was actually using his grip on her breasts to help pull his cock into her. If she hadn't already been aroused she wouldn't have enjoyed his fucking at all, but she was so loose and open from the wide cock of the previous man that all she felt of the cock thrusting so violently in her now was a nice grazing along her swollen clit. His grip on her tits was distracting though, but it wasn't enough to extinguish the sexual hunger raging within her.

Her pussy slurped noisily as the cum inside her pushed in and out with the man's pummeling cock. Her bottom was getting slick from the oozing mess as it seeped out and coated her. It was the only part of her body that felt cool under the warm furs and the men sharing them with her.

The man on top of her was too excited to last long, and he hunched into her rapidly and groaned as he added his seed to her already overflowing vagina. She was just glad he hadn't bitten her nipple in his excitement and hoped the next man would have a little better technique.

She didn't have to wait long to find out. The 'overexcited guard', as she had come to think of him, crawled off and was immediately replaced by the next. Again, nothing was said, but at least this man had the good sense to reach down and guide himself in. The Duchess groaned as he slowly sank his member into her well used cunt. His cock wasn't very large, but it felt very pleasant as it slid its way into her cum slicked passage.

Although it felt good to Careena, the guard must not have felt much friction around his average sized cock because he reached underneath her and grabbed her bottom to raise her up. Her legs automatically rose up to rest on his hips to give him better access as she felt his hands grip her cum covered ass cheeks. His naked chest was pressed tight against hers and his mouth was breathing heavily in her ear.

Their position allowed his cock to go deeper than the others before and the Duchess moaned in pleasure as it thickly plunged in and out. He was definitely better than her last partner, but she still preferred the cock of the first guard. This man was a close second though, and she quickly found herself on the way to a pleasant orgasm. It wasn't as intense as her first or second, but her body tensed, and her fingers clawed at his back as she bucked her hips even more at his crotch.

After she calmed down, her body went slack and she lie panting, out of breath, and completely limp. The guard continued to drive his cock in and out even though her legs went slack on his hips. She was in a stupor for several moments, doing nothing but breathing heavily into his ear and enjoying the sensations of his cock drilling deeply into her pussy.

It took her a while to break out of it, but eventually the continual deep thrusts from the man on top of her brought her around. Her legs came back up around his hips and she resumed arching up to meet each of his thrusts. She loved the way his cock drove deeply inside her, and the way his balls slapped wetly against her bottom with each thrust. She reached down under her upraised thigh and stirred the heavy stones in his wrinkled scrotum.

That was enough to send the guard over the edge and slammed into her one last time and held himself there while his cock pulsed inside her. She was a little disappointed that he had cum so quickly. She had regained all of the ardor that had dissipated after her last orgasm and was ready to have another one. Her hips writhed with passion on the furs after the man crawled from between her legs. Luckily for her, there was a hard cock waiting for its turn at her cum soaked cunt.

Like the others, the man wasted little time in mounting her. She still wasn't sure how the order had been decided but it must have been explicit and clear because each man knew his place in line. The new guy was fisting what felt like an average size cock into her pussy before he started banging away for all he was worth.

Like the second guard, this one lacked finesse, but at least he wasn't obsessed with her tits and his cock seemed to rubbing her clit in just the right way. She orgasmed from the intense feeling of his cock grazing her clit as it sawed in and out. It wasn't nearly as large as her last one, and didn't leave her nearly as spent. She wondered if the guard even noticed. He didn't show any sign that he did; he never stopped or slowed down his quick pace.

He wasn't thrusting into her very hard, just fast, for which she was grateful; her pussy was actually getting a little sore and she didn't need all that hard banging to get off. His pace never slowed, and Careena marveled at his stamina as he brought her to another small orgasm that he didn't acknowledge or seem to notice.

It had been some time since Careena had had the cum of four men inside her while she waited for the fifth to finish and she reveled in it. She could only imagine the amount of frothy sperm that covered both of their genitals. She smiled to herself in the darkness. The image made her feel powerful. She had a power over these men that few women could ever have and the knowledge excited her. Men were willing to give up so much just to spend a few minutes between her thighs.

She thought about the discussion she had with King Bromen at their last meeting. He had spoken of a desire so strong to have new women that he couldn't control it. She wondered if all men had this desire, and men like King Bromen and Prince Germaine were the only ones with enough power of their own to turn this desire into reality. If that were the case, then her pussy was as powerful as a King!

Gasps from the man on top of her broke her out of her musings. He shuddered and added his cum to the deposits left by the other four. Careena basked in the satisfying glow of making all five men cum. She rubbed her tummy and then moved her hand down to her inflamed pussy. She shuddered at her own touch and smeared some oozing cum over her oversensitive clit.

She was tired, but decided she didn't want to show these men any weakness and was about to demand the answers she sought from Prince Germaine, when strong arms gently, but forcefully pulled her up onto one of the men surrounding her. She couldn't see who it was in the dark, and at first suspected the Prince, but then a thick cock began nudging against the entrance to her sore tunnel and she knew it was the first guard who had taken her. If it had been any of the others she probably would have balked at the intrusion, but she was looking forward to having this skilled lover again even if she wasn't expecting it to be so soon.

He pressed his cock into her and she let it slowly fill her aching hole. Gods she felt good having it back inside her. She was going to rise up and ride him properly, but he hugged her close for a moment so that their chests were pressed tightly together. He pressed his hips up so that his cock entered her to the hilt and then reached down and spread her butt cheeks with both hands. A second later another set of hairy legs was brushing against the back of her thighs, and a stiff cock was pressing against her cum-slicked ass hole.

It would have been easier if they had loosened her with a finger first, but her sphincter was used to having large invaders forcing it open, and the rubbery hole gave way with only a little force from the man behind her. He gasped as her ass swallowed his cock and she knew at once it was the Prince. The guard underneath her kept his hips pressed up off the ground and the Prince pressed his own hips forward so that both men were completely seated in her holes.

"You are exquisite, Duchess," the Prince whispered into her as he leant over her back. "You have more than exceeded my expectations. So much so that I'm going to tell you about ice trolls now, and hope that you'll stay and let my men enjoy the wonderful sensation that I'm now experiencing."

Careena's ears perked up. Somewhere in her lust filled brain she remembered the reason why she was allowing these men to have her. She didn't speak; she didn't want to miss anything the Prince was about to say.

"As you may have heard, the ice trolls have migrated in large quantities to the southeast. Ice trolls, by nature, are solitary creatures, but the bear-men ignored it at first just glad they were moving away from their lands," the Prince continued quietly. He stopped speaking for a moment and pulled his hips back and then thrust them forward again with a delighted sigh. Careena had to stifle a sigh herself. "Then the ice trolls began concerted raids on the bear-men's land."

The Prince pumped her ass a few more times. It was driving Careena crazy. She felt so stuffed full of cock and they were just sitting there filling her. Part of her wished he would just shut up and finish fucking her ass. "The ice trolls were only after the bear-men's women and started carrying away as many as they could." This actually made sense to Careena. There were no female trolls, they were all male, and they needed to mate with a female of any species to produce offspring. Once their seed was planted in a womb they began to grow, feeding off each other until only one was left. Then that remaining one ate its way out of the female host. It was a rather gruesome way to die.

"Of course," the Prince whispered, "the bear-men were curious about the trolls' strange behavior so they tracked them." His cock sawed in and out of her ass a few strokes after every sentence. "All tracks led to one place: a long forgotten castle in the frozen wastes. Everything made sense to them then."

It all made sense to Careena too. She had read enough of history to recognize what the Prince was suggesting and it made her stomach turn cold with fear for a second. But then Prince Germaine started sliding his cock in and out of her ass in earnest and her fear washed away. She loved having two cocks in her at once and this time was no exception. With the Prince's slimmer cock crammed up her ass, and the guard's fat cock lodged securely in her pussy Careena's mind turned back to the business of fucking.

She was lying flat on top of the guard while he tightly held her hips in place. The Prince had his hands on her shoulders pushing down so that he could hold himself up, while he pistoned his hips back and forth at her bottom. Careena's mouth was open in a wide 'O' but no noise came out. She couldn't speak, she couldn't groan, and at times she couldn't breathe from the intense pleasure.

It only lasted a short time though. Her ass was just too tight for Prince Germaine and he couldn't hold back. His hips jerked wildly as he came into her gripping back passage. His cock grew larger and pulsed out its seed, filling her anal cavity. Careena remained motionless, gasping in the ear of the guard as the Prince hauled his tired body off her.

Since she made no attempt to get up, the next guard assumed she was agreeing to finish them all off and took the place of the Prince. As soon as his cock was in her, she recognized him as the over-eager guard. Luckily, this time he couldn't get his hands on her breasts and knew enough about ass-fucking to guide his own cock in this time.

His cock was a little wider than the Prince's and it stretched her sphincter just a bit more. He was just as eager as before and barely gave her enough time to adjust before he started hammering away at her ass. This time it was just what the Duchess wanted though. If her hips hadn't have been held so tightly, she would have been shoving her ass back to meet the man's thrusts.

Again, her ass was too much for him and he didn't last long. Whether from the tightness of her sphincter, or the pressure from the thick cock in her pussy, the man in her ass was grunting and shooting his sperm after only a few minutes. Careena was starting to get frustrated. It felt so good being double stuffed, but none of the men fucking her ass were lasting long enough for her to cum. She wondered how the guard underneath her was managing to avoid the same fate.

The next cock in line filled her ass and she realized they were going in the same order they had fucked her pussy before with the exception of the one in her pussy. The man in her ass was the second best fucker so she had the pleasure of having the two best inside her at once. She wished she could stop time and enjoy the feelings pulsing through her groin for eternity, but she would have to settle for a few moments.

The guy in her ass had a good rhythm and she loved the way the two cocks rubbed against each other through the thin membrane separating her two passages. The inevitable happened, and Careena loudly came, nearly screaming in the ear of the guard underneath her. The contractions around his cock were too much for the man pumping her ass and he flooded her colon with sperm at nearly the same moment. Careena was entirely spent, sandwiched between the two men until the one in her ass finally pulled out with a loud plop.

The last guard showed no concern for her condition and shoved his cock into her unresponsive body eliciting a slight groan from her lips. He was quick like the last time and only got a few strokes in before he too emptied his seed into her tight back passage.

Careena was barely conscious, but was aware of being moved around. The fat cock filling her pussy pulled out and she was forced on her hands and knees. Her mind came out of its fog as the fat cock pushed against the ring of her anus. She relaxed and let the guard push his cock in. He gripped her waist just as tightly as he had when he was holding her in place for the others.

He fucked her ass with slow steady strokes. Careena felt her passion rising again. Gods the man had a good cock! He was an expert lover, and one Careena was determined to have again. She reached down with one hand and furiously rubbed her clit. She hadn't thought she would be able to cum again, but with this man it just might be possible.

Like the others, her ass was more than he could take for long. She could sense he was about to cum and sped up the hand on her clit. Her orgasm started just as the first spurt of his cock rocketed into her tunnel. They both gasped in pleasure for several long moments until he had completely emptied himself into her, and her own body stopped being wracked with the intense pleasure of orgasm.

The guard pulled out, leaving her on her hands and knees with her anus gaping wide open and leaking the sperm of five men. Careena stayed there for several moments until she realized it was all over. None of the men spoke, and she could hear the gentle snores of a few of them. She assumed the Prince was one of the snorers since he didn't say anything more to her.

Crawling around in the dark, she found her pile of clothes and got dressed. When she emerged from the tent she could see the sun beginning to rise through the haze and knew she had to hurry back to her own sled. On the short trek back her mind cleared from the sexual fog it had been in.

She began to think about some of the things Prince Germaine had said. He had called her the 'the new whore of the Trikingdom'; if she was the new one, who was the old one and how many had there been before? She still felt the power over men that she had when they were fucking her. She had a power that no man could ever have and she decided she would use it to her advantage whenever possible, despite any objections Kalas might have. She wasn't going to put this power aside now.

The Prince's revelations about the ice trolls weighed heavily on her too. The conclusions drawn from the evidence were terrifying. She made it back to her sled unnoticed, and noiselessly slipped under the covers beside her husband.

"Why were you gone so long?" he whispered. "I've been waiting hours."

"I'll tell you later," she whispered back quickly. "Right now we have bigger problems. The Bloody Queen is back, and she's building an army of ice trolls."

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