The Sperpent Attacks First, but Broden is Prepared.

Looking at it rationally, the ravine that the Serpent had his men hidden in was a **** trap. Their only hope was that the enemy didn't notice their presence. A simple scouting party would easily find the Serpent's camp even without their fires lit. Something wasn't right. And Broden suddenly knew why. He called for his men and the scouts that Ethimilee had given him. He quickly made his preparations, issued orders to both his troops and the fort's defenders, and began moving into position.

Lethila watched as the man disrobed quickly, her fingers still blowing her hot and hungry pussy. The man was of average build and she was almost disappointed when his cock was only average as well. She wanted a man of Broden's size and skill. The man crawled onto the bed, dipping his head between her legs. Lethila moaned as the bartender's tongue lapped at her lips before pushing in for a better taste.

"What's your name?"

"Nazil, your highness," he said before going back to work.

Lethila was a little worried that the man knew she was the princess. She had hoped that the dark room had kept her identity secret. With that ship already sailed, Lethila decided that she would have to buy his silence. It wouldn't be good if word got out how big of a slut she actually was. Her guards she could trust but this man... She gripped his hair in one small hand and made him look up into her eyes.

"Promise to keep this secret and tonight I'll satisfy your every desire."

"It's a promise my lady," he said hopeful eyes.

"Not my lady. Tonight just think of me as your little whore."

Stephen the Serpent looked from his hiding place at the walls of the fortress. There were only a few defenders on the walls so his ruse must have worked. They were waiting for a morning attack and letting their soldiers rest up. He gave a slight wave to one of his archers and the man took aim. The other archers notched their arrows as well, waiting for their own turn to attack.

With another wave, the archer fired. The arrow slid through the darkness, giving only a faint whistle as it flew, before thudding into the his target. Or at least where his target had been. Another Elf had popped up from under the battlements with a shield and caught the arrow squarely in the middle. Stephen had only a moment to be surprised before more Elves popped up with bows and began firing into the forest where his men were hidden. He started to order a retreat when some of the men behind him screamed in pain. He turned and found his men under attack from Elves and Orcs. Their leader was a powerfully built of Orc wielding two short swords and easily cutting through his men. For the first time since this war start, Stephen smiled. He drew his blades and headed straight for the Orc.

Unaware of the current battle, Lethila was currently on her knees before Nazil. Her luscious tits wrapped around his cock. The older man groaned as the princess began rubbing her mounds up and down his cock. She gave satisfied smile knowing that few men could resist her body. Now she just needed to get to Broden. But for now, she would satisfy herself here.

She stroked his cock a few more times with her tits before releasing it and leaning down, giving it a gentle kiss before taking it in her hands and licking down its length until she reached his balls. Her pink little tongue danced across his balls, drawing a lusty moan from the bartender's lips. With a sly smile, she jerked his cock a few times before taking the head between her lips.

Broden watched fascinated as both his soldiers and the humans parted for him and Stephen. Broden wasn't one to take joy in combat, but even he felt some sort of euphoria for what was coming. With a slight twirl of his blades Broden picked up his pace to a brisk walk to meet his oppenent.

Stephen shared Broden's smile and matched his pace as well. When their blades met, many warriors on both sides stopped fighting and began to watch. Broden slashed for Stephen's stomach and the man slid backwards and moved to the Orc's left. The Serpent slashed, but Broden caught the blade with his own and knocked the man back a step. Stephen didn't hesitate, immediately springing forward again and slashing with both blades. This time it was Broden who danced away from the attack. The two men eyed each other approvingly for a moment before Stephen bowed to Broden.

"Stephen De Lonbridge. Called the Serpent by my friends and foes alike."

"Broden. Leader of the Outcasts."

"Outcasts? Hmmm, I think I see. Well met, Lord Broden. Shall we enjoy this?"

"I believe we shall, Lord Stephen," Broden said with a knowing smile Then the two men charged again, locking their twin blades. By this time, most of the fighting had stopped and both sides were watching with interest as the commanders battled.

Lethila let the man's cock come out of her mouth with a loud pop and sat back smiling. Poor Nazil was panting heavily but looked very pleased. He reached for her, but she shook her head and giggled playfully.

"Having fun my lord?"

"Yes whore! I want more, much more!"

"Anything for you my lord."

She crawled back onto the bed, but stayed on her hands and knees with her ass in the air. She looked over her shoulder at the man with a heat and passion that almost knocked him off his feet. Without anything said between them, he stepped up and gripped her his and lined his cock up with her wet pussy. Even without pushing in, he could feel the heat coming off of it in waves. She was so ready for anything to be pushed inside her that he was almost certain she would go insane with need if she didn't get satisfaction soon. She really was a little whore.

"Are you ready for what comes next whore?"