Zair rescues Kira

Zair estimated the situation. Gore's henchmen had him outnumbered three to one. They were all armed with swords and they had no doubt seen some close quarter combat in their days. On the other hand, the lovely Kira at their mercy made for a good distraction. But if he waited for too long, those ruffians would surely make short work of what little virtue she had left.

The two bandits pulled their already hard cocks out of their shabby trousers.

"So, let's decide who goes first?" one of them said.

"No time for that," the other brute grunted. "Let's spitroast the whore, I call that delicious mouth!"

He grabbed Kira by the hair and pulled her head down to his loins.

"Open wide!" he commanded.

Without protest, Kira at his mercy obeyed.

The other one took post behind her. Shaking with eagerness he pulled the scanty silk to the side and directed his cock to Kira's awaiting pussy. After some initial fumbling he penetrated her with the full length of his cock in one thrust.

Kira emitted a lengthy moan of pleasure, muffled by the meaty member lodged tight between her lips.

"Unghh, this cunt is even sweeter than..." Klonk!

The bandit was interrupted mid analogy by a sudden and formidable blow to the head with staff of solid gold. He tumbled off Kira and fell **** to the floor.

Zair didn't give the other bandit time to react. There was another golden flash through the air and the grunt took the full **** of the crosier to the head. His brief intrusion of Kira's mouth was concluded by a smacking sound, and a saliva string broke to fall down over one of Kira's tits as he fell backwards.

Zair quickly turned to face the attack of the third bandit. The eunuch came at him in a high pitched screaming charge with his scimitar raised above his head. Kira screamed in terror.

The fat eunuch moved at surprising speed, but Zair had superior reflexes and the crosier gave him better reach. Just at the right moment he thrusted the precious piece of regalia, pointy side first, right into the midriff of his antagonist.

The eunuch folded in two and keeled over, desperately gasping for air. Zair finished him off with a knee to the head and the fat man collapsed to the floor.

Zair finally turned his attention to Kira. He picked her up and held the bewildered beauty in his arms.

"Oh, Zair, you're alive!" she gasped. Her eyes were still dazed, like she still couldn't fathom what she just had experienced.

"W-what happened to me, I... I still feel so strange... Wh-what have I done?"

"Don't worry, you're safe now, mistress," Zair said in a soothing voice. "Let's get you home to the keep."

Zair wrapped the crosier in a piece of cloth and strapped it across his back. He carefully peeked out through the satin drapes of one of the suite's windows. It was already dark outside, and far below was an empty alley. If only he could find a way down...

Suddenly the door crashed open.

There stood Seth Gore, looking more bloodthirsty and raging mad than ever before. And right behind him was a whole band of goons.

"KILL HIM!" he howled. "AND BRING ME THE STAFF AND THE WHORE!"

Gore's henchmen tumbled into the room with drawn weapons and Zair quickly decided that a hasty retreat was the only real option.

He promptly picked up Kira and threw her over his shoulder.

"Hold tight!" he shouted and took a firm grip with his huge hand across her ass.

And with a tiger leap he threw himself out of the window. They shot out in cloud of shattered glass, and they would have tumbled to their certain deaths if it wasn't for the wire of red lanterns stretched across the alley that Zair was aiming for.

He just barely reached it with his free hand and managed to grab on. The rope snapped in one of its brackets and the two of them swung through the air and miraculously managed to land safely in a cart of dirty laundry.

They quickly rose to their feet and ran out of the alley and into a street. As they ran they could hear Gore screaming behind them.