Duke´s POV

If any doubted the maiden would follow through her promise, they soon regreted their mistake. Like she promised there was a lance composed of wifes and daughters, nobleladies all. This lance, the Spear of Honor, was the first to march and woe to the house that fell behind, for the jewel of the house received ten lashes for each score of minutes it took for them to catch up, each strike by the very commander. Soon the army was making steady progress, and if there was any malcontent miscreant they dared not voice their concerns.

We camped a few hours before dusk, at Nathalie´s insistance. She ordered the men to build a proper army camp, and although they grumbled about how far they still were from the forests, they accepted her orders, lest some harm fall to their beloved ones.

No attack came that night, and before dawn the Spear of Honor rode out with great alacrity. Their noise rose the the camp, and Nathalie returned with an elven bow. None there could dispute its craft, nor the meaning it implied. The enemy was already there, watching, and only my Dove´s brilliance saved us. I also recognized the bow, a gift I gave her a few years ago. Smirking, I kept my peace.

It would still take four days until we found battle. The elves were careless, forcing a march in the open. While I came to respect my niece´s command, this was real battle and I wouldnt risk my men in her untrained hands. Duke Almoric fought his own battles.

Their fabled cavalry had little time to prepare to receive our charge, and even if their sword singers were legendary fighters, their numbers were insuficient to turn the tides of battle. Their arches were deadly, but couldnt fire after we engaged. It wasnt a slaugher, but it was certainly a decisive victory.

I was resting in my tent when one my niece´s messangers came to me. She told me there was a prisioner that required my personal attention, and that she was chained in the Dove´s tent.

There were a few prisioners, but most of them were mere soldiers without any true knowledge of military intelligence. COuld my darling dove have capture one of the officers, or maybe divined one of them among the prisioners? She certainly wouldnt wait for me to start questioning him, she must have already started to make him talk.

Her tent was guarded, but the light inside was dim, and the air smokey. "Nathalie?" I called as my eyes adjusted "is that you?" but it was a foolish question, the nubile girl in chains was dressed in the thin armor of elven shirt, its lenght barely enough to cover her sex. She was shivering, scared. I trailed my fingers along her tight, and she coiled in fear. I held her shin up, she tried to struggle. A slap subdued her resistance.

"Nathalie?" I ask again, and started to remove my gauntlents. I walked towards the door, and ordered the women there "If the Dove returns, tell her to wait". The slut wasnt dumb, she knew what was to come. She tried to hide behidn the column where she was chained. I tossed my armor out, and with a few quick strides I was besides her. "Ahá!" I yelled next to her, her buttocks appearing as she tried to escape. My hand felt the soft mounds, and oh how warm they were. I grabbed her arm, and she slapped me. Or tried to, I held her arm, and twisted around her back. She whimpered in pain, secure under my dominion.

"Were you an archer? an spearwoman? Blade dancer?" She winces in pain, that was my answer "Yes, supple and athletic... i can see you were a dancer. Will you dance for me?" Weakly, she nods "but not now."

"Im gosta" she says meekly. "Are you afraid? you have good reason to. But I bet you will also like this" My hands pried open her nether lips, delved inside the whore´s cunt, and it was dripping wet! "Gwanno ereb nin!" leave me alone, she yelled to me. Highly unlikely. We struggled, until i had her lovely, adorable, graceful ass pointed in my direction. "Daro i!" she ordered me, as if i was going to stop.

I pierced her with gusto i didnt feel in years. I felt her cletched, dretched pussy resisting me, so I just kept pounding harder and harder. She was biting her hair, trying not to scream, but I did want to hear scream. I raised her head, and she yelled in denial "LAw! Law!" No, no? oh, yes, it was happening. With sudden realization, I realized my cock was soaked in blood, I had stolen the bitch´s virginity. Was this all on purpose, did my lovely niece leave it for me? ah, how i love her.

Her cries were no longer forming words, and i was set to make this girl suffer her first orgasm in the hands of her enemy. It didnt take long, the poor thing had no endurance. She cried for whatever elvish gods heard maidens being ravished, and I suspect they all do. Sick perverts.

I left her behind, and dressed without looking back. As I exited, I casually asked "Nathalie still didnt return?"

With a stern face, the prettiest of the two answered "It appears she is out, your grace"

"Well, thank her for me. I will be in my tent if she needs me." The guard salutes, and then entered the tent.