A Stab In The Back

Kazo could only watch it for a second longer. Marianna was on her hands and knees before Omlin her lips around his dick as she cleaned him. He roared wordlessly and turned stamping away from the sight. His eyes caught Ungonius’s and he saw it in his eyes. Mockery.

“You bastard.” Kazo growled and took a step towards the big aeln man. Marianna moaned around Omlin’s prick and Kazo stopped in his tracks. He snarled at Ungonius and turned around sharply before stomping out of the tent. He approached the center of the camp where the bandits two male captives still knelt tied to tent poles. The orgy that had taken place had moved elsewhere and the only evidence of it were dried patches of semen.

The older of the two men was asleep, the young still trying to pull himself free.

“Let me get that for you, kid.” Kazo grunted pulling his knife from his belt and cutting the young man’s bonds.

“W-what? Why are you helping?” He whispered back.

“You are Marianna’s son, right? Jarel?” Kazo asked, finishing off the ropes.

“Yea…” Jarel pulled his hands back in front of himself and massaged his wrists.

“Your mother is in the tent over there. Go fast, boy. Get ‘er out of camp.”

Kazo then set to work cutting Halen ropes.

“I don’t understand…” Jarel said standing there looking stupidly at Kazo.

“That bastard.... Omlin was it? ‘E has your mother right now. She was meant to be mine. Well if that's ‘ow Ungonius wants to play then no one get ‘er.” Kazo growled at Jarel.

“W-wa-” At that moment, Halen awoke from his slumber and peered groggily at Kazo.

“This is your chance Halen. Go get your wife.”

Halen was much faster on the uptake, stumbling to his feet as the knife tore through the fibres of the rope.

“Our weapons?” Halen asked. Kazo could see the fire in the man’s eyes. This was a man on a mission.

“Not here. Grab something from around the camp. These fools always leave their weapons lying around.”

“Where is my wife?”

“Other side of the camp. You will...hear them before you see them.” Kazo replied.

Halen paled visibly but gave a nod before turning to Jarel.

“I’ll get Kamelia as well. You go save your mother.”

“Understood.” Jarel nodded before his eyes flickered to the large urkan, “What are you going to do? Will you help us?”

“No. I’m leaving. I’m taking those loyal to me. That will mean less resistance for you to deal with. Consider that my final bit of ‘elp.”

Before the young aeln could answer Kazo turned and made for his tent to grab his things. He and the other urkan would have to travel lightly. A necessity to get away from this place, but he was going to miss that bed. He had such fond memories of using it.