Things started moving.

The chaos of the camp getting ready to mobilize made it incredibly easy for the Blade to slip back inside unnoticed. Through the din of the noise, she managed to piece together that the Captain's company had been ordered to reinforce on the Western Front, which meant that the stalemate there was starting to shift. But she would only know in which way when they finally arrived. But first, she had to report to her captor.

She found him by the luggage carts, checking and double checking with the quartermaster that everything is accounted for, and most importantly, that they had enough food for the journey. She cleared her throat loudly to get his attention, and he glanced in her direction briefly before going back to the lists. "You're back," he said, flatly, making her heart sink for some reason. "Did you succeed?"

"Yes," she replied, standing up proudly.

"Good," he nodded, "get something to eat and a fresh horse. We leave in two hours." Reaching into the cart nearest to him, he pulled out a small sack and tossed it to her. "That's yours now."

Infuriated by his lack of attention to her, she frowned deeply before looking into the sack. Her eyes went wide. Inside was a collection of throwing knives, lock-picks, an assortment of potions and poisons, darts, and a list of names and locations. It would appear that she was going to be very busy if they returned from the Front. But there was also another item in there that didn't seem to belong.

It was made entirely out of glass, and had a wide circular base and a stem about as thick as her thumb, that suddenly ballooned out. The base of the balloon looked to be about as wide as her palm was, that smoothly thinned and tapered to a rounded tip, and was about as long as her longest finger. It didn't take long for her to realize what this item was and where it belonged, and the orifice in question puckered in anticipation. If it wasn't for her mask, she was sure that everyone would see how darkly red her cheeks had become.

That wasn't her only gift. When the company set down their camp for the night, she found that she had her own bunk, set up on the opposite side of the Captain's tent. She had only meant to sit on it and rest after riding all day while he settled whatever complaints had popped up during the march, but ended up falling into the most comfortable, peaceful, and restful sleep she thought she'd ever had.

The following days however, were filled with dread as the company moved beyond her people's borders. The Captain spent hours hunched over his desk at night with his lieutenants, trying to find the fastest way to get to his destination, and she freely volunteered information regarding safe havens and fresh water.

What the Captain noticed was that she only ever offered it when they were either close to, or en route to a settlement. For the most part, these places had no strategic value, and there was no pressing need for him to raid them, so he let her pretend she was influencing his decisions. Every time he nodded along and gave orders along the line of her suggestion, she would let out great but silent sighs of relief, that her people were safe from them, for at least another day.

A food cart's wheel breaking in the middle of a swamp, that also made at least a quarter of his total number fall sick, **** his hand however. At current rate, it would take them at least another month and a half to reach them, and stretching what food he had left, would only keep them fed for at most two weeks. Tapping his finger furiously, he pored over the map, scouring every inch of it, when he came upon a rather sizeable village which might have enough food to hold them over. And a raid would do much to lift the company's morale, as they would have an outlet for their misfortune.

Seeing the other humans nodding in agreement at that plan, the Blade stepped forwards suddenly. "If you must do this," she said, drawing everyone's attention, "can you at least spare their lives? Or at least send a fast messenger, telling them that if they surrender what food they can spare, that you will leave them unharmed?"

The lieutenants all laughed and guffawed at her, but the Captain kept his stern expression. "Why would we do that? We are still at war."

Almost balking under his gaze, she swallowed loudly. "Because they have nothing to do with this. They just want to live their lives. Just like your people do."

The Captain merely scoffed and rolled his eyes. "No," he stated coldly, before going back over the map and plotting where to put his troops to do the most damage.

The thought of not being able to stop her people from being slaughtered send her mind racing. There had to be a way to convince him otherwise. And it suddenly came to her. Rushing over to his side, she leaned in close to his ear and whispered her **** offer.

From behind a mask of listening and calculated thought, the Captain smiled widely. It would seem that she finally understood that she only had two things he wanted from her, and he had no one that needed killing today. Taking in a deep breath, he paused for a few moments, before finally nodding. "Fine." Speaking directly to one of his officers, he said, "Send a messenger to that village. They have three days to get as much food and medical supplies together for us. If they do, we take it and leave."

"And if they don't?" someone asked.

"We sack the village and take everything from them," he replied promptly. With a quick glance over to the terrified eyes of his plaything, he added, "but no deaths. Take them all alive. Hostages are usually useful during negotiations."

If anyone had any questions, they were quickly ignored as he started to assign them tasks regarding moving so many hostages. Stepping back from them all, the Blade retreated back into his tent to prepare, sniffing quietly at what she had to do, but took some small comfort in knowing that her people would be in chains but alive, instead of dead under ashes.

It was at least an hour after sun-down when he finally had enough of his duties today, as the screams for release his loins had gotten even louder since she had come back to him, making it almost impossible to focus. The Captain's low menacing growl when he finally returned to his tent was enough to convince his guards that he had no need of protection tonight, and that if he was disturbed, under any circumstances, that he would come after them, personally. Once they had ran off, and he was sure of his limited privacy, he ducked into his tent, and when he saw her, standing in the middle of it, completely covered by her cloak, it took every whit of self-control he had, to not pounce immediately.

Keeping his face neutral, he moved around the tent, and put his sword and armor away, taunting her a little more by treating her like she still wasn't a priority to him, but mainly so that he could buy time to compose himself, before finally standing in front of her. Her mask was gone, and her expression of annoyance mixed with impatience and resolve, and the slight sheen of her sweat, brought an amused lift to the corner of his lip. Reaching out, he pushed her cloak past her shoulders, and it fell onto the floor. The other side of his lip lifted up as well.

All that she was wearing under it was essentially just the leather frame of her armor, that provided support, but no protection, from both danger and his lustful gaze. "Nice," he said, looking her up and down, lingering on her stiff nipples poking through the array of straps. Making a circle with his finger, he made her spin around, and his eye twitched when he saw the slight glint of something between her legs, before she faced him again. "Very nice," he nodded, before leaning in and getting his ear next to her mouth. "Now, tell me again, what was it that you wanted to do tonight?"

She took a few stiff and heavy breaths loudly through her nose, before managing to say, in a very small voice, "I want... to suck... your cock."