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The moon hung high over the Denares soldier quarters, casting a pale glow on the stone walls and wooden barracks. Valen trudged through the gates, his boots heavy with mud from the long march back. Behind him, the squad of Denares soldiers followed, their armor clinking softly in the night air. They were a rough bunch, hardened men from the noble House Denares, loyal to Lords Alaric and Darius. The air smelled of sweat and horse, and Valen's mind was a whirl of questions. The meeting at the Edger house had been tense, but their lords had gone somewhere off to handle something. But now that they were home, something felt off.
As they entered the main hall, a grizzled sergeant named Garrick greeted them with a frown. "Captain Valen, good you're back. But... the lords ain't here yet. And that's not all. Two shadow mages showed up earlier, creepy bastards in black cloaks. They grabbed four of our white mages and dragged 'em off without a word. Said it was 'urgent orders,' but wouldn't say from who or where."
Valen's brow furrowed. As captain of the Denares guard, he was used to following orders, not dealing with mysteries. "Shadow mages? Taking our mages? That doesn't sit right. Lords Alaric and Darius should be back by now. Did they send any message?"
Garrick shook his head. "Nothing, sir. The quarters are quiet as a grave. Men are restless, though. We've got that haul of booze from the Edger raid, fine wines and ales. Maybe let 'em blow off some steam?"
Valen rubbed his temples, confusion gnawing at him. What if something had gone wrong at Edger's? The lords were tough, but politics in these noble houses were like walking on snake pits. He sighed. "Fine. Keep watch for any word from the lords. I'll think on it in my chamber."
He retreated to his small room, a spartan space with a wooden bed, a desk cluttered with maps, and a single lantern flickering on the wall. Valen sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. "What the hell is going on?" he muttered to himself. "Lords are not back, mages are vanishing... Feels like a storm brewing." His gut twisted with worry, he'd served the Denares brothers for quite a while, and their absence felt like a bad omen.
A knock echoed through the door. "Captain? It's me, your Vice-Captain."
"Come in," Valen grumbled.
Grom pushed the door open, a sly grin on his lean face. He was younger than Valen, with sharp eyes and a mop of unruly brown hair. Always the opportunist, Grom had a way of turning grim situations into fun. In his hands, he held a dusty bottle of red wine. "Sir, the men's morale is low. No lords, no mages... But we've got all that booze from Edger's cellar. Permission to throw a little party? Nothing wild, just some drinks to ease the tension. You could use one too, eh? You've got that look like you've swallowed a lemon."
Valen chuckled despite himself. Grom's easy charm was infectious. "A party? With the lords missing? You're a mad dog, Grom."
"Aye, but a loyal one. Come on, Cap. One night won't hurt. We've earned it after that march. And who knows? Maybe the lords'll show up by morning with some tales of glory."
Valen hesitated, then nodded. "Alright. But keep it contained to the common hall. No starting fights or burning the place down."
Grom's eyes lit up. "You're a saint, sir! I'll spread the word." He paused at the door, winking. "Oh, and I might've already sent a runner to the village. Paid a few coins for some company, local girls who know how to liven things up. Nothing fancy, just dancers and such."
Valen raised an eyebrow. "You sly bastard. Fine, but don't let it get out of hand."
As Grom left, Valen felt a flicker of relief. Maybe a distraction was what he needed. He grabbed his cloak and headed to the hall.
By the time Valen arrived, the party was already roaring. The common hall was a large room with long wooden tables, benches, and a roaring fireplace. Torches lit the walls, casting dancing shadows. Thirty-odd soldiers were there, laughing and shouting, mugs of ale in hand. Bottles from Edger's haul were cracked open, rich reds, golden ales, even some spiced rum that burned like fire going down.
"Captain's here!" bellowed Garrick, raising his mug. "To Valen, the man who keeps our asses in line!"
A cheer went up. Valen grabbed a mug from a passing soldier and took a swig. The ale was strong, warming his chest. "Drink up, lads! But remember, we're soldiers, not barbarians."
Grom slapped him on the back. "Lighten up, Cap. Look, the girls are here!"
The door swung open, and in came six women from the nearby village. They were a mix, two brunettes with curves that turned heads, a redhead with freckles and a wicked smile, a petite blonde giggling nervously, and a tall one with dark skin and eyes like coals. They wore simple dresses, but the way they moved screamed they were no strangers to entertaining rowdy men. Coins had been paid, and they were eager.
"Evening, boys!" the redhead called, her voice husky. "Name's Lila. Heard you fine warriors need some fun."
The soldiers whooped. "Get over here, beauties!" yelled a burly man named Brock. "I've got a lap waiting!"
Music started, someone pulled out a lute, strumming a bawdy tune. The girls scattered among the men, sitting on laps, pouring drinks, and flirting shamelessly. Valen watched from the side, nursing his ale. Grom dragged him in. "Come on, sir. That blonde's eyeing you."
The blonde, named Mira, sauntered over. She was young, maybe twenty, with soft blue eyes and a shy smile that hid her boldness. "Captain, is it? You look tense. Let me help with that." She slid onto his lap, her dress riding up to show smooth thighs. Valen felt a stir, he hadn't been with a woman in months, duties always in the way.
As the night deepened, the party turned wilder. Ale flowed like rivers, and inhibitions melted away. Soldiers shouted stories of battles, exaggerating kills and conquests. "Remember that raid?" Garrick slurred. "I took down three with one swing! Blood was everywhere!"
Lila laughed, perched on Brock's knee. "Sounds heroic. But can you handle this?" She ground against him, eliciting groans from the big man.
The air grew thick with lust. Clothes loosened. One girl, the dark-skinned one named Sable, danced on a table, her hips swaying hypnotically. Soldiers cheered, tossing coins. "Take it off!" someone yelled.
Sable grinned, peeling off her top slowly. Her breasts spilled out, full and dark-nippled, bouncing as she moved. Two soldiers pulled her down, hands roaming. She moaned as one kissed her neck, the other sucking a nipple. "Oh, you boys are hungry," she purred.
Across the room, the orgy ignited. Grom had the two brunettes, sisters, they claimed, on a bench. One, Kira, straddled his face, her skirt hiked up as he lapped at her wetness.
"Gods, your tongue's magic!" she gasped, grinding down. The other, Lena, rode his cock, her ass slapping against his thighs. "Fuck me harder, soldier!" she demanded, her voice raw. Grom thrust up, grunting like a beast. "Take it, you sluts! I've got enough for both!"
Valen watched, his cock hardening under Mira's teasing. She felt it and smirked. "Oh my. Big boy, aren't you?" She slipped off his lap, kneeling between his legs. Her fingers undid his pants, freeing his thick shaft. It sprang out, veined and throbbing. Mira licked her lips. "Mmm, tasty." She took him in her mouth, sucking slow at first, tongue swirling the head. Valen groaned, hand in her hair. "Deeper, girl. Suck it like you mean it."
Mira obeyed, bobbing faster, her cheeks hollowing. Saliva dripped down his balls as she gagged lightly, eyes watering but eager. Nearby, Brock had Lila bent over the table, pounding her from behind. Her tits swung with each thrust. "Yes! Fuck my pussy, you brute!" she screamed. Brock slapped her ass, red marks blooming. "You Tight little cunt! I'm Gonna fill you up!"
Garrick joined in, pulling the petite blonde, Anya, onto his lap. She faced away, lowering onto his cock. "Oh, it's so big!" she whimpered, bouncing. Garrick fondled her small breasts, pinching nipples. "Ride me, whore. Make me cum!"
The room filled with moans, slaps of flesh, and wet sounds. Sweat glistened on bodies. Sable was sandwiched between two soldiers, one in her mouth, the other fucking her ass. "Mmph! Harder!" she mumbled around the cock, her body shaking.
Valen pulled Mira up, flipping her onto the bench. He hiked her dress, finding her soaked. "Wet for me already?" he growled. She nodded, biting her lip. "Please, Captain. Fuck me senseless."
He slammed in, her pussy clenching tight. Mira cried out, legs wrapping around him. Valen thrust deep, rhythmic and rough, his balls were slapping her ass. "Take it all, you naughty girl." She clawed his back, moaning. "Yes! Pound me! Oh gods, I'm cumming!" Her body spasmed, juices squirting.
Grom switched sisters, fucking Lena doggy-style while Kira licked his balls. "You two are filthy!" he laughed, slapping Lena's ass. "Cum for me, bitch!"
The orgy peaked, men swapping girls, positions shifting. Brock came first, roaring as he filled Lila's pussy. "Take my seed!" She shuddered, orgasming with him.
Valen felt his release build. Mira begged, "Cum inside me, Captain!" He thrust harder, grunting, exploding deep. Hot spurts filled her, dripping out as he pulled away.
The room reeked of sex and ale. Laughter mixed with heavy breaths. Soldiers slumped, satisfied, girls giggling amid the mess.
Midnight struck.
The door burst open. "Wake up, Captain! Emergency!"
It was the butler, old Harlan, his face was pale. He averted his eyes from the naked bodies. "Sir! One of the life lights, in the lords' chamber, it's gone out! Lord Alaric or Darius... one of 'em is dead!"
Valen's post-orgasm haze shattered. Horror hit him. The life lights, mana-bound orbs that glowed with the lords' essence. Extinguished meant death. "What? Which one?"
"I can't tell, only the lord's knows, both look the same to me. But one's dark. We must act!"
The room sobered fast. Soldiers scrambled for clothes, cursing. "The lords? Dead? Impossible!"
Valen stood, buckling his pants. Rage boiled, confusion turned to fury. "Arm up, men! We march to Edgar's house now. If those low-life tricked us, then we'll avenge 'em!"
Grom nodded, grim. "Aye, Cap. Let's go."
They poured out into the night, torches lit, weapons drawn. The party was forgotten; only vengeance burned now, all of a sudden. 'The Edger house would answer for this.'
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