Conquer the forces of the black witch

While Shagnar strolled to the table in the middle of the tent to roll out the map, Marjorie slumped into a chair, exhaustion and satisfaction written all over her features.

“Through my deal with mother weccum we know where the traps, safe paths and camps in the swamps of dampsheets are this year. Our most important target is the bastion of the black witches, they are the most powerful single **** there. We will send smaller strike teams to the other camps and offer them positions under my rule. If they accept our forces grow, if they decline we'll enslave and sell them to secure funds. We need to form a plan of attack against the bastion. And a strategy for controlling the trade route between Eiderdown and Ilvennia which will strengthen us further.”

The assembled figureheads of his horde came closer and discussion began.

“It won't be an easy feat to pull off, if the conflict drags on they will rain down devastating spells on us and we'll take too many losses before we can break through.”mused Joseph.

“We also have to consider their patrols. If our forces are discovered before we get there it'll become almost impossible to win.” Frederick gave his opinion.

“I have some moles in her camp. My plan is to wait till the second moon, have them open the gates and overwhelm them with brute ****. Are you with me?”

He slammed one fist on the desk and lifted the other with his battle-ax into the air. The speed and ease with which he did so is impressive. While historical weapons were very light, they had to be to be useful, his prop wasn't. He never used it in a fight due to the risk of causing injuries with its pure bulk alone.

Shagnar loved these displays of our power, casually walking around with a 20 kg ax all day, toying with it like a mere matchstick.

His way could work but I had something better to offer.

I used the short hesitation to cut in.

“May I suggest a different plan, master?” After last year's defeat I had to play submissive and earn my owner's grace. I started to actually enjoy it even outside the sex.

“Sure I'm listening, take the Stage Lisa.”

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“Thank you, my lord. As you know my red claws and Yenns black witches were the groups guarding and patrolling the swamp.

Since Yenn didn't know of my new position we exchanged patrol patterns and layouts.”

I rolled out another map on the table. As I was bent over the table Shagnars hand found itself on my bottom eagerly fondling my cheeks.

He obviously expected me to come back up, but I remained and undid my skirt inviting him to do as he pleases.

“If we time it right, we will only meet one patrol on our way there since my girls are part of master’s army now. Their Patrol!"

My voice cracked. I was momentarily thrown off my game as his shaft suddenly drilled into me.

“Should only consist of one scout, one knight with her squire and two spellcasters. As you know, spellcasters need rituals to be done up front to show their true power. If we strike today we will hit them while they are at their weakest.”

“A sound plan, little ****. Tell the troops to ready up.”

“Yes sir” shot out of Joseph and Frederick as they left the tent. I don't know what was more impressive, that they understood me between my yelps and moans or that Shagnar was, now that we were done, fucking me even harder.