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Creek Dreams	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +1 through F > Craig of the Creek Views: 4497 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 2: The Dream of Kelsey
Kelsey, mightiest knight of the Full Moon Kingdom, surveyed the scene before her. It was late afternoon, yet the haze of smoke over the battlefield made its hills and plains as dim as twilight. The field lay strewn with broken weapons, shattered shields, and the bodies of the fallen. Behind her, her troops cheered in celebration of their victory.
Kelsey smiled grimly. She would have been pleased with her narrator’s words even if they had not come in a voice that sounded much like her own.
But while the war had been won, one task still lay before her. She looked to two of her soldiers.
“Bring Prince Vengelios to my tent,” she commanded, “so that I may formally accept his surrender.”
As the soldiers left to do her bidding, Kelsey looked down at herself. Her bronze breastplate was tarnished from battle, yet the sigil of the Full Moon Kingdom was still clearly visible upon it. The bronze greaves that protected her shins were in a messier state, but much of what coated them was the blood of her enemies, which Kelsey was content to wear for now.
She sheathed her mighty sword and went to the large tent that had served as her home during the long campaign. Soon thereafter, the soldiers arrived, escorting between them a young man whose eyes were as black as his battered armor (and who bore no small resemblance to the antagonist-turned-love interest in the Ythrith of Scriggith series of fantasy novels). The black breastplate was emblazoned with a thin white circle around a dark center: the sigil of the New Moon Kingdom, Full Moon’s centuries-old rival.
Kelsey’s soldiers had already taken Vengelios’ sword; now they stripped him of his breastplate and helmet, as well, revealing his wild, dark hair and his slender but well-defined torso.
“Leave us,” Kelsey told them. “This one can do me no harm.”
The soldiers dropped the prisoner to the floor of the tent and departed through the flap. Kelsey heard them take up a position just outside to stand guard.
Kelsey glowered down at her fallen foe, waiting to see how he would comport himself in the face of utter defeat.
“You have your own narrator,” Vengelios remarked, glancing upward. “Impressive,” he conceded.
Kelsey replied with a nod, then said, “Now, let us discuss the terms of your surrender.”
“I am not here to surrender,” Vengelios replied, his black eyes smoldering. “My armies may be defeated, but my people will never accept your father’s rule. They will fight until the last old woman dies with a pitchfork in her hands.”
“And did you think you would fare any better against my people if you had been the victor?” Kelsey demanded. “They would fight your armies to the last child with a sharp rock.”
Vengelios folded his arms. “Then it seems we are at an impasse.”
Even as Kelsey gazed upon her hated enemy, she could not help but admire his spirit.
Glancing upward, Kelsey conceded, “Hmm, I suppose that much is true.”
Nor could she help but notice the magnificence of his male form.
“Um, excuse me?” Kelsey said. “I wouldn’t say-”
In her loins, she felt a heat that began to spread-
“Wait, WHAT?” Kelsey shouted.
“Well, this is an interesting development,” Vengelios said, chuckling.
“Shut up!” Kelsey cried, pointing at him.
And now the heat in Kelsey’s loins became a burning, and her nipples grew as hard as Stormhaven steel as she-
“STOP TALKING ABOUT MY LOINS!” Kelsey shouted.
“Surely,” Vengelios said with a grin, “you cannot doubt the word of your own narrator. Perhaps you should just-” he made air quotes “‘-go with it.’”
“I said, shut up!” Kelsey barked. She glanced upward, then snarled, “I’ll be right back.”
Kelsey marched outside, passing by the tent guards, and went to a private spot behind a large tree. Then she glared at the air above her head.
“What the heck are you doing?” she demanded. “You’re supposed to be singing my praises, not embarrassing me in front of my enemy!”
I am simply describing events as they transpire, my lady.
“You’re making it sound like I’m all hot for that guy!”
Forsooth, thou art totally into him.
“I am not! I mean, he’s the bad guy! It doesn’t matter if he’s got a great jawline, or really nice pecs, or gorgeous eyes, or…oh, no.” She smacked herself on the head. “No, no, no, this can’t be happening. I can’t be hot for my nemesis!”
On the contrary, thou couldst use this to the benefit of all.
“What? How?”
Permit me to explain…
***
Minutes later, Kelsey returned to her tent. Prince Vengelios smirked at her with amusement—until he saw the look on Kelsey’s face. There was hunger in her eyes, and a sort of wicked smugness, as well.
“I have found a solution to our impasse,” Kelsey said, unbuckling her sword-belt and placing her sheathed weapon and belt on a chair.
“Oh?” Vengelios replied, raising a dark eyebrow.
“You say your people are unwilling to acknowledge my family as their rulers. But if our two families became one, that would be another matter.”
“What are you talking about?” Vengelios said, appearing genuinely confused. “Are you suggesting…marriage?”
She began to unstrap her greaves from her shins as she replied, “Marriage might be acceptable…if you wish to have an active part in the future rule of your people. Otherwise, there is but one thing I require of you.”
“What is that?”
Letting her greaves drop to the floor of the tent with a clatter, Kelsey replied, “Your people may not consent to follow my father, but they will bow to a direct descendent of yours.” She leered at Vengelios as she added, “We have simply to make one.”
Vengelios’ dark eyes widened. “Are you…are you suggesting-”
“I am not suggesting anything,” Kelsey interrupted, unbuckling her shiny steel breastplate. “I am telling you outright: Make a child with me.”
“I- I don’t-” Vengelios stammered. “This is- is quite-”
Kelsey saw no need to prolong the conversation. Boldly, she pushed Vengelios down onto his back and deftly undid his trousers, exposing his flaccid member to her lustful and merciless gaze. She seized his manhood in her hand and massaged it skillfully, causing it to grow turgid in a matter of moments.
“It would seem,” Kelsey said, smiling wickedly as she continued to massage Vengelios’ cock, “that this part of you has no objection to my plan.”
“I- Well-”
She let go of Vengelios’ member and stood up. Then she began to remove her armor.
“You know this is the only route to a lasting peace,” Kelsey said, setting her breastplate on her tent’s dressing table.
She untied and pulled off her gambeson—the quilted jacket she wore beneath her armor—then shed the thin undergarment beneath, exposing her naked torso.
“It’s just-” Vengelios stammered. “It’s just that-”
Vengelios was clearly uncomfortable with his lack of control over both the situation and the behavior of his member, which grew harder than the stone of his father’s castle as he watched the mighty Kelsey remove her clothing. Her bare chest was a sight to behold, with proud, upthrust pink nipples capping her small but lovely breasts.
Vengelios looked up and snarled, “Stop talking about me as though I were not here, you disembodied hack!”
Kelsey smiled thinly at Vengelios as she slid her trousers and silken red battle-panties to the floor. Then, fully naked, she straddled his torso and lowered her chest to his face.
“Perhaps,” she said, “instead of shouting at my narrator for simply describing events as they transpire, you could do something more useful with your mouth.”
As disconcerted as he appeared, it seemed that Vengelios could not resist the delights that hung so enticingly before him. He began kissing and licking Kelsey’s little breasts, making the girl moan.
Soon, Kelsey’s hands were running all over Vengelios’ muscular chest. His hands grasped her waist as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth, sucking and tonguing one shell-pink nipple and then the other.
It didn’t take much of this treatment before Kelsey was horny enough to want to ratchet up the action. She straightened up, then stood, stepping forward so that her feet flanked the supine Vengelios’ head.
Looking down at her former foe, Kelsey said, “And now, in recognition of your union with the Full Moon Kingdom…the full moon shall set upon you.”
She lowered her alabaster-white ass down onto Vengelios’ face, pressing her pink pussy directly against his lips. For a moment, there was outrage in the young man’s eyes; then it flickered down to nothing, and he began to lick between her plump folds.
The pleasure of the young man’s tongue against her sex was like none the mighty Kelsey had ever experienced. Vengelios, it seemed, was far more skilled in the bedchamber than on the battlefield.
Vengelios grunted with annoyance at the narrator’s prose, but he did not stop licking. Kelsey, meanwhile, moaned with pleasure at the sensation of the handsome young man’s tongue flickering over her clit like the wings of a hummingbird. She put a hand on her breast, squeezing and massaging it to heighten her pleasure further, while her other hand reached back to fondle Venglios’ cock.
Kelsey was pleased by the size and shape of her former foe’s member. Even as Vengelios pleasured her with his mouth and tongue, she increasingly hungered to plunge down upon his manhood and take it within her.
Whatever Vengelios’ feelings about the narrator might have been, his cock seemed to grow even harder in response to her words. Kelsey could resist it no longer.
“Now,” she said, rising to her feet again, “let us make the future.”
She stepped back to place her feet astride Vengelios’ hips. Then, as she lowered herself down onto them, she took hold of her former foe’s hard, generously proportioned member and impaled herself on it.
“Ahhhhhhh,” Vengelios moaned involuntarily.
“Yessssss,” Kelsey whispered, feeling the handsome young man’s length filling her, the sensation sweeter than the finest Caeronian wine.
Now, Kelsey’s thighs settled upon Vengelios’ hips. She gazed down at him with lusty smugness.
“Is this not better,” she said, “than an endless war between our peoples?”
Vengelios appeared overcome by the pleasure of being fully hilted in Kelsey’s tight channel, as he could only gasp, “Yes…far better…”
She began to move slowly up and down, her eyes locked with her former foe’s dreamy dark ones. Seemingly of their own accord, Vengelios’ hands went to her hips, helping her move as he moved with her.
“Very good,” Kelsey said.
Periodically, moans of pleasure escaped the young man’s lips. Pleased and aroused to know that Vengelios could not resist her sexual might, Kelsey found herself moving incrementally faster on top of him, her speed ratcheting up notch by notch over many minutes.
Having mounted the defeated Vengelios, Kelsey rode him as though he were a broken stallion and she its master. He could only lie helplessly as the mighty warrior violated-
“Hey!” Vengelios shouted at the air above him. “She’s not violating me—I’m an equal participant!”
“Maybe,” Kelsey replied, smiling down at him wickedly, “you should just ‘go with it.’”
Vengelios briefly looked like he was about to argue, but he clearly was unable to give up the immense pleasure he was experiencing at Kelsey’s hand. All defiance faded from his face, and he instead appeared to turn his full attention to the act of fucking.
Now, as Vengelios looked up at her with parted lips and nothing but fiery lust in his eyes, Kelsey began to ride him at full gallop. His hands continued to grasp her hips, helping her fuck him as he thrust up into her again and again.
“Yes,” Kelsey breathed. “That’s it…fuck me…fuck me…”
They fucked ever faster and harder, Kelsey a mad rider atop a wild horse. They bucked and panted, thrusting, grasping, sweating, pushing each other to ever greater heights of pleasure.
“Yes!” Kelsey shouted, the peak of ecstasy coming just within her grasp. “Give me your seed! GIVE IT TO ME!”
“AaaaaAAAAAAH!” Vengelios cried out as Kelsey landed hard on his hips, forcing him as deep inside her as possible. Then he began shooting his load straight up into Kelsey’s eager womb.
“YEEEEESSSSS!” Kelsey screamed. Her body now fully in the grip of sexual ecstasy, she ground her powerful thighs against Vengelios’ pelvis, and her inner muscles squeezed his cock as though trying to wring every drop of seed from him.
Had Vengelios not already been lying down, he no doubt would have collapsed from exhaustion after his climax ended; as it was, he simply lay there, gasping for breath. Kelsey looked down at him triumphantly, her hair wild, her face aglow with sweat.
“I take it…we are…finished here?” Vengelios panted, attempting to sneer but too out of breath to do so.
Vengelios tried to pretend that he had not just experienced the greatest ecstasy of his life, but it mattered not.
“Oh,” Kelsey replied, “we are far from finished. I will take you again and again until I am certain that you have gotten me with child.”
“Even if you become pregnant,” Vengelios retorted weakly, “you shall not be able to prove that the child is mine.”
“You make a fair point,” Kelsey replied. “But I have a solution.” She raised her head and shouted, “Guards!”
Four of Kelsey’s troops rushed in, weapons at the ready. They seemed to have expected that Vengelios was attacking Kelsey and seemed surprised, to say the least, to find Kelsey naked atop her prisoner.
“Bear witness now,” Kelsey said, “to the conception of this land’s future ruler.”
Vengelios gazed up at her, seemingly trying to speak but helpless in the face of his own lust. His still-hard cock inside her was proof enough of that. And so she began to ride him again, slowly.
Once again, Vengelios tried to refuse the mighty Kelsey, but in vain. For he could no more resist her sexual power than his armies had resisted hers.
The four soldiers witnessing the event became more and more aroused at the sight. Soon, all four men freed their erect cocks from their trousers and began to pleasure themselves. Each was well hung, and the sight of their manhood spurred Kelsey to greater arousal. Perhaps, she thought, she would avail herself of the services of some or all of these men during the journey home.
The thought increased Kelsey’s ardor, and she rode Vengelios faster. Her helpless former enemy gripped her hips, squeezing them and making a soft “Ah!” each time she forced his member into her depths.
“Yes,” Kelsey grunted. “Yes…fuck me…fuck your conqueror…”
Vengelios, now utterly enslaved by both Kelsey’s overpowering allure and his own lust, grew more aroused by the moment. He could do naught but give the girl atop him what she wanted.
Their fucking grew faster and harder, to the point that Kelsey’s thighs and ass were landing on Vengelios’ hips with brutal force with every downward plunge of her body. Vengelios grunted again and again, his face red and sweaty with effort and lust.
Vengelios struggled to keep up, to reach the climax that every atom of his body so desperately craved. He would give the mighty Kelsey his seed willingly now; he had become her sexual slave, body and soul.
“UNNNGGH!” Vengelios grunted, and fired a second load of seed up into Kelsey’s hungry womb.
“YAAAAAAAAAH!” Kelsey cried out, thrashing atop Vengelios as her climax took her.
And then, even as Kelsey flailed in ecstasy, her four watching soldiers came too, spraying their seed all over her naked torso.
When her climax ended, Kelsey looked around at her men, panting and grinning. Then she looked down at Vengelios.
“More,” she growled.
***
Hours later, Vengelios lay on the floor of the tent, exhausted and sticky with his own sweat and seed, as Kelsey rose. With the help of her men, she cleaned the semen from her nude body and began to dress.
“If you wish,” she said, looking down at Vengelios, “to come to my father’s castle to ask for my hand in marriage, I will consider your proposal. If not, then you are free to return to your father and enjoy the last nine months of his reign before you both cease to be relevant. I suggest you give the matter serious thought.”
Having finished dressing, Kelsey departed the tent, which her men deconstructed from around Vengelios, leaving him naked to the world as Kelsey mounted her horse.
“Come, my troops!” she shouted. “We return home, to revel in our triumph!”
And so, the mighty Kelsey rode home victorious, cheered by her people, and with the future of the realm secure in her belly.
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