Kazo's Obsession

Kazo stopped in front of Ungonius’s tent and inhaled through his nostrils.

Sex.

The smell of it washed over him, making him feel sick. He needed to speak to Ungonius but the smell made him sick to the stomach. The woman he had picked back at the village had been spirited away by other members of the gang leaving Kazo, hard as rock and with no outlet.

He knew what he wanted, but when he had last seen the dark haired woman in Meadowfort, she was not yet completely under the effect of the **** laced water. It had only been that morning that he had seen her try and attack Ungonius and failed. If she was not aware of the effect of the tainted water there was every chance she had drank more and become even more a **** to it.

With Ungonius busy with his prize Kazo decided to take what he wanted. He went through the camp tapping those men that he trusted. Most were urkans and most he knew would, if push came to shove, side with him against Ungonius. They silently stood and followed him out of the camp over a makeshift bridge they had constructed over the dried moat and out onto the dirt path that led away from the fort.

“What are we about, Kazo?”

“Ungonius got his little prize. He has forgotten about the rest of us.” Kazo growled marching down towards the town, “It’s time we got ours.”

The group nodded their agreement and followed their leader down towards the village. There were just a few hours of daylight left and the grasslands were bathed in orange light.

They arrived in the village center, a place they had only been earlier in the day to find the place a mess. The people who would normally me traipsing back to their houses after a day of working the fields were lolling about the center. Others struggled to walk, stumbling through streets and bumping into things and falling over.

“The kaputi’s concoction is a terrifying thing.” One of the bandits said as the group entered Meadowfort.

“It is. I do not understand the point of this.” Kazo huffed, “These people cannot work fields or pay protection.”

The other bandits looked at each other and waited for Kazo to give a hint of what he wanted from them. Kazo stood perfectly still, turmoil roiling within him.

‘“W-what should we do boss?”

Kazo sighed and looked at his men. Even these who he considered the best of the bunch thought only with their cocks. All they cared about was getting their dicks wet, not about becoming a power in the region. Fulfilling the vision that Ungonius had sold him on.

A small voice in his mind whispered ‘Are you not the same?’. The image of the dark haired woman flashed in his mind for a moment.

“Grab a woman each. Take ‘em back to the camp. Make sure you keep ‘em away from the others.”

“RIght.” The men all smiled and split off.

Kazo waited for them to be focused on their search before making a bee line straight for the house. He arrived to find the door open and his stomach dropped at the idea that one of his men had arrived before him.

He stepped into the house, his palm resting on the pommel of his dagger. Kazo decided that if any of his men were having their way with the woman he would swiftly despatch them. The entrance hall was dark and there was no sight of any of the bandits, much to Kazo’s relief.

“G-go away.”

Leaned up against a cabinet, with her sword pointing towards Kazo, was the dark haired woman. She struggled to her feet, hand braced against the wall.

“I-i don’t know w-what...you have done...but y-you won’t get away with this.”

Kazo smiled and stepped closer to the woman.

“Drop your weapon.” Kazo used two fingers to push the blade out of his face.

“Ah n-no.” The woman groaned as her sword fell from her fingers and clattering on the floor.

“What’s your name?” Kazo asked, coming right up in front of her. She shrunk away from him but had nowhere to go.

“M-marianne Merenian.” She whispered in reply, like she did not want to respond but had ****.

“Marianne...I’ve been watching you.” Kazo reached out and took a lock of her hair in between two of his fingers.

“G-get away…”

“You don’t want me to go.” Kazo chuckled and lent forward to smell Marianne’s hair. He took a deep whiff of it and smiled. She smelled like no bandit, fragrant like a flower and it sent sparks travelling down to his groin.

Marianne bit her lip and swayed on the spot. Kazo knew the **** was coursing through her veins and undermining her freewill. She was a strong willed woman but even she would become a cock starved wench before long. She just needed a push.

The hand that Kazo was using to stroke Marianne’s hair slid down to her shoulder, giving it a small squeeze before travelling further south to the large expanse of her breasts. Through the material of her tunic he gave her a squeeze. Kazo watched her face with fascination as she blushed at the intimate contact but made no attempt to move away. He continued to massage one of her breasts, the softness interrupted by a hardening nub at the center.

“Machine…” Marianne hissed falling back against the wall.

Kazo leaned in over her and pinched the little extrusion in her top that marked the location of her nipple. Marianne fidgeted against the wall, her hands twitching against the surface as if she wanted them to be somewhere else.

“I’m going to take you back to my tent.” Kazo murmured into Marianne’s ear. His other hand came up and massaged her other breast. He had leaned in close to her face and his tusks were just millimetres from her beautiful lips.

“You will be my little aeln whore. During the day you will wait in my tent, naked and wanting.” He nuzzled her neck letting the points of his tusk scratch lightly against the smooth line of her neck. Marianne groaned in response. It was a sound that awakened the raging beast within Kazo.

“And at night, you will service me in any way I desire. You will no longer need the herb to be compliant. You will spread your legs willingly and take my seed without question.”

Marianne came immediately. The combination of the ****, Kazo’s ministrations and his words all worked in concert and she wordlessly gasped and trembled on the spot. Their eyes met and Marianne’s arms circled about Kazo’s broad shoulders. She went up onto her tiptoes and her lips grazed against his. Kazo grinned before cradling her head and deepening the kiss, his lips moving over, past and against hers with increasing urgency.

She was his. He didn’t give a damn about Ungonius or his plans. He got what he wanted. The rest could burn for all he cared.

Breaking the kiss he took hold of Marianne’s hand and pulled her out of the woman’s house. He saw many of his men taking their own prizes from amongst the village population but that was of no concern to him. She followed him unquestioningly down the path away from the village and towards the fort and Kazo’s bed.