“Finished for today, Max?”
Naturally, she did not sleep even now, as she hadn’t done in previous nights, ever since they were on the way. There were blows of flint and after a couple of seconds a candle flashed, illuminating the modest decoration of the tent and its soft features, to which, more recently, fatigue was added.
- Do not pay attention, sleep. I will undress and lie down too, - this phrase from his mouth began to become ritual.
- I will help remove the armor.
Maximus did not refuse, in the first place, she would have helped anyway, and secondly, it really went faster.
- Is it a pity to waste candles just like that?
- In our position, the cost of candles is the last thing to worry about. At any moment, we may have to throw everything at all, - she unbuckled the last strap and looked around, as if estimating the size of this "whole".
Having got rid of the last clothes, Max went to bed, Victoria sat down next to her, putting her hand on his chest.
- What do people say? - He finally broke the silence, which became awkward.
- What can they say? People are scared, confused, do not know anything, and from this scared even more. I constantly hear: “Lady Victoria, where is our army? Lady Victoria, where does your husband and the other nobles take us? When will we get to a safe place? ”
- And what do you answer?
- Of course, so that they calm down, that my husband and the others know what they are doing. I'm not lying to them?
Good question for which he did not have a simple answer, even for his wife. He touched her palm, which lightly stroked his chest and turned to her.
- We do everything we can, we will send a few intelligence that we have to bypass the enemy forces. Because of this, and so difficult let, it becomes even more difficult. Of course, no army will chase us, there are more important things to do, but sooner or later we will be found by some kind of crossing or some other small detachment. Even in this case, it will be a mortal threat. Five knights, one of whom is already elderly, and his grandson is essentially a teenager, and a half dozen soldiers. Damn little to protect the rest of the crowd. How to think about it ...
“If I can do anything to help, just say so.” You know, do not you.
“You already shouldered more than you should have.” I am not only about organizing the camp and the refugees, you have a word of consolation for everyone who needs it. Who needs to cheer - you cheer, and someone to calm ...
“Speaking of which,” her hand slid smoothly down from his chest, “I know an excellent tool, it will both cheer you up and relax you.”
“As I said, it's a miracle,” Max returned the playful smile to his wife.
Victoria gently placed his penis in her palm and aggressively began to bring him into martial law. When he began to harden, the woman opened her hand and gently lifted herself out of bed, moving to her husband. Putting her hands on his chest, she began to rub her cock in her bosom, exciting him even more.
“I want you,” Max was already burning with impatience, his cock stood with a stake.
She only smiled slightly, making it clear that this was not the time. But it was not worth much, if the tease is too long, then the man will take matters into his own hands. She leaned lower, holding her lips a few millimeters from his chest. Her hair pleasantly tickled, and her breath stirred even more. Finally, she stuck out her tongue and barely touched his skin, as if she were sipping it for a start. And, as if satisfied, began to cover with kisses. To say that Max was excited to the limit, it would be a monstrous downplay of her efforts. Victoria loved to tease her husband, and he quickly accepted this trait of his woman.
- Ready to pierce me? I'm all burning, look, - she sent his fingers to her pussy, soaked and hot.
Max was no longer going to answer, clasping her waist with his hands, he easily lifted the girl's body, she just giggled softly and gently took his dick with her fingers, directing it where necessary.
He entered into it with all the heated passion that was, on the bodies of both the trembling passed, the two halves became one, an indescribable feeling.
When the hot and hard cock of her husband entered her, Victoria lay back, simultaneously removing hair from her face. Even in such a dim light, he looks and admires his slim body and her gaze, full of pleasure, which she did not withdraw. Then her hips began to move, urged on by his hands, as if the mechanism for producing pleasure, time after time, carrying them even higher with each movement.
Only a couple of pushes and Victoria was no longer able to hold back a moan, a quiet sound of pleasure escaped from her throat, Max answered her with a low growl, as if a predatory beast had gotten to the victim and was tormenting her. This turned on even more and the next moan she was no longer able to muffle, the woman simply gave herself up to the sensations, not caring that someone would hear them.
They reached the peak together, to the accompaniment of their groans and heavy breathing, he poured his passion into it and both exhausted fell into bed.
There was no strength to speak, but words were not needed, they just lay listening to each other's heartbeat. After some time, Maximus heard a snuffle at his shoulder, his wife fell asleep. erotic stories Savoring pleasant fatigue, he was going to follow her example ... Immediately after he handled another, same natural need.
Reluctantly, the man got up and began to tie his pants on himself, more than enough for a short walk, but that did not stop him from fastening his belt with a sword at his belt. Habit, god with her. Having settled in front of the wheel of the nearest cart, he set to work, it was necessary to quickly end this and return to his wife’s arms, and it wouldn’t hurt to sleep much, the alarm was dulled by skillful caress, but the problems did not disappear.
This thought was interrupted by an unexpected guest - an arrow. The relaxed mind took time to realize, and then the hair stood on end. Max immediately leaned against the side of the cart, which he had just cast. And in time, another arrow stuck next to it, closer to it, the third one stuck into the cart.
- ALARM, FILED ON US! - Shouted sentries.
The sleepy camp was set in motion, like a disturbed hive, the men ran out who were in what they were trying to determine where the enemy was coming from. And, it seems, successfully, somewhere on the other side the sounds of battle were heard.
The enemy obviously did not want to hurt his own and fired at other parts of the camp. The good news was that there were not many archers, the density was too weak. The bad news was that it was precisely in his direction that they didn’t want to run to help with the risk of catching a random arrow. It remained to wait for the opportunity.
Such was not long in coming, a rare stream of arrows dried up by itself, and the first enemies appeared almost immediately as the knight emerged from behind a cover. Two figures, illuminated by fires and torches, noticed him and rushed to the attack with a cry.
- Well, already happy. Perhaps idiots.
The first one that reached it was hacked out; Max missed his blow over himself and hit his leg. To cut off a limb from such a position would not have been enough strength, but left a deep wound on the thigh will make the warrior temporarily forget all the others. As his teacher said: “Idiots who hit only with deadly blows die with broken legs.” The warrior's leg buckled and he crashed to the ground, Max immediately turned his attention to another opponent, he made a thrusting attack, aiming the knight in the face. A short movement of the sword and the blade of the enemy passes by, and the enemy himself crouches himself on the point, and a wheeze comes out of his throat. With this done, it's time to remember the first one. He already lifted up on one knee, but it did not go further. Max quickly approached the wounded and slashed ...
him, intending to end the final blow. The enemy instinctively raised his hand, trying to defend himself, the blow fell on the brace, the man fell again, but remained alive. Frustrated that he would have to spend extra time, Max picked up the sword more comfortably and sharply thrust it into the enemy. The second is ready.
A brief loss of vigilance almost cost him his life. Catching a movement out of the corner of his eye, he barely managed to put the sword in the path of the next blow. A sharp strip of steel cut through the skin on the chest. The third opponent did not kill the food, and he intended to finish the job by hacking it a second time. There was no time for fencing, it was necessary to take a blow to the sword. This one was strong, Max felt how the vibration passed on his fingers, an unpleasant situation. Fortunately, the situation was resolved by Bertram. The second knight emerged from the darkness unexpectedly for everyone, and for one of the combatants the meeting turned out to be fatal.
- Are you okay? “Bertram was standing in the same coat and pants, holding his sword with a shield.
- Normal, just skin ripped. What about archers?
“Gustav and the guys went after them, I think that they had already done it by that time,” he turned around, glancing around, “and in general, it looks like they got out of it, it remains to finish.” The weirdest fight in my life. Whether they are so arrogant, or stupid.
- Discuss this later. Now I wear at least something, and let's go finish.
The man nodded and stepped forward. Maximus, quickly headed for his tent, a victory by a victory, but the remaining enemies could well cause problems.
He abruptly threw back the canopy and went inside, grabbing clothes.
- Do not hang out, the main danger seems to be like a mine ... - just now he glanced at his wife and froze. A lump slowly began to roll up to his throat, and his heart stopped.
Six days later.
The next military council was the quietest of all. Maximus and his three associates peered intensely at the map on the table, trying in vain to find at least some solution. Bertram and Gustav were excellent warriors and knights, and sixteen-year-old Charles, who lost his grandfather in that night skirmish, was still a nobleman and was obliged to take part in the council, although he was well aware of his little experience and basically only listened. But to solve the problem needed a genius, whom among them was not observed.
- Going through this ford is the only chance.
“Yes, Gustav, a chance to go to the gods ahead of time,” Bertram argued without much enthusiasm, just to say something, did not want him to silently agree with a suicidal attack, “Well, can you come up with anything, Max?”
“I try my best, but we can cross the river and unite with ours either through a bridge that is guarded and from which we all die, or through this ford, which is guarded and that we most likely will die.”
- The choice between guaranteed death and possible death is not encouraging.
- Yes, everyone here sees the same thing, they will have to attack. All the weapons were distributed to the peasants; that was, maybe there will be more chances.
Judging by the views that the rest bestowed on Gustav, no one believed in significant increases in chances.
- Well, what is there to look to the holes, let's get ready for the attack. No one has any ideas? - Max looked at the faces of those present, everyone was silent, - it means decided, let's get ready.
“Sir knight, sir knight,” the old man approached Maximus.
- I'm busy now, you need to prepare for the exit.
“I wanted to talk about that,” he quickly picked up, “I am a priest of the goddess Lissana, I could help you, otherwise various rumors are spreading around the camp.”
“I never heard of the goddess Lissan,” said Bertram, who had heard the conversation, “But pray for us, the favor of the higher powers will come in handy.”
“No doubt I’ll do that, but I meant more specific help from the goddess.”
The knights looked at each other.
- Explain in more detail from the very beginning.
And the priest began to tell. The story came out not so long, but the faces of the listeners, who were doubters at the beginning, managed to change before being filled with modest hope, and when the old man finished, they became gloomy.
“Forgive me,” Max said, “I need to move away.”
After a dozen minutes, Bertram went to a friend's tent. Max simply stared at the fabric of the tent.
- I will not put pressure on you, but you yourself understand, we need any help, if the old man is even half right, you will get power ... You will receive.
- That's right, this is a marriage ritual.
- Which, according to the priest, literally blesses the goddess. And it can only be you. Gustav and I are married, Charles is too small. Yes, even if you marry, combat skills do not grow out of nowhere.
- And I'm a widower, - Maximus lowered his head, - I understand everything, make preparations.
- I will gather women, for sure they will agree to help.
Maximus just nodded, and his friend
After some time, the knight returned, accompanied by a group of women. When everyone went inside, there was clearly no more room in the tent. Young and unmarried, all the girls who were in the camp.
“They called you here because we really need help,” the man began, “we will soon go on the attack, into a very dangerous one, and therefore one priest offered to hold a ceremony, a special marriage ceremony. The goddess herself will bless her and bestow upon a couple of powers, great strengths. With these forces, the chances of success will increase, but the wife will have to participate and be near me. Of course, I will keep an eye on her and take care of her. I ask one of you to become my wife.
There was a deathly silence. Enthusiasm was not observed at all.
“You ask,” she raised her head, “so that one becomes your wife, agreed to a dubious ritual, which is unknown what it is, or maybe this sacrifice?” But even if not, after the wedding, the wife will go to a deadly battle near you and all we can hope for is that you will look after? Sorry, but ...
“I will go,” the second girl stepped forward, “I agree, if this helps people to escape.”
- Anyone else ready? - Max looked at the audience, everyone was silent, - In this case, please leave this place. And call the priest.
When all the girls were gone, he turned to the rest:
- What is your name?
- Andrea.
- I am very grateful to you for your courage.
She just nodded. At last the old man entered the tent.
- We are ready.
- Well then, let's get started.
- Still pass without problems? - Gave voice to the girl.
- Frankly, strange cases have happened sometimes. People, having passed the ritual, moved their mind a little, talked about strange things. I had to deal with them. But this is an extremely rare case, I have met only one such. And yes, you need to undress.
It was too late to retreat, the couple took off their clothes and began peeking at each other. Andrea was bright red, freckles covered her forehead, nose and cheekbones. Straight eyebrows added sharpness to the expression of her face, and raised corners of her mouth made her think that she was constantly smiling at something in her thoughts. Or, more likely, she is simply extremely embarrassed. Her waist was almost the same, but her breasts and hips — no, they were wider. Not as light and airy as Victoria. Not to compare Maximus simply could not.
“Get on your knees and touch this,” the priest took out a huge pearl, “a special artifact of Lissana, the goddess of love.”
They executed the instructions and the old man began to read the spell. At first nothing happened, but then a strange feeling of falling began to appear, as if they were on the edge of the abyss, looking down, preparing to break loose.
“From now on,” the pearl suddenly flashed bright light, “husband and ...”
At the same moment they fell down.